Hello, all! I've decided to go ahead and post a second Bleach story I've started working on for you to check out. It's called Anger Management. At this point, it's in one-shot stage, but I've made it a one-shot that could potentially turn into a full-fledge story if enough of you like it. I hope you all enjoy it!

A/N: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters, but I do own the computer that typed this story… X)

Chapter 1:

Anger…in writing…

"You want me to do what?"

Grimmjow's voice ricocheted off the stone walls of Orihime's room as he glared incredulously at the blue notebook and pencil in the auburn-haired girl's hands. Orihime let out a nervous laugh, shifting uncomfortably under the intensity of the Sexta Espada's cerulean glare. She then offered the items to him again, hands trembling ever so slightly.

"This will help you to better manage your anger, I promise." she said nervously. "All you do is –"

She was abruptly cut off when Grimmjow suddenly stood from the couch and started towards the door, hands shoved into his pockets.

"Wait, where are you –"

"There ain't no way in hell that I'm spending a fucking second of my time writing in a stupid notebook about feelings I don't even have. You can take that shit and shove it up your narrow ass."

"B-but…it helps with anger management." Orihime said almost defensively. "And, it's Aizen-sama's orders…you'll get into trouble if you don't do something."

Effectively ignoring the girl, Grimmjow yanked the room door open and proceeded to walk out.

"WAIT!"

Grimmjow stopped in his tracks, a look of mild surprise etched into his expression. He turned to look back at the girl, who looked more surprised that he did. His expression quickly began to darken, however. Did she just yell…at him?

"You in a hurry to die, girl?"

Orihime took a small step forward, quietly clearing her throat. "No, I just… H-How about thinking about it this way… You can use this notebook to write down everything you think about…everything. That way, you can express all of your thoughts about everything – and everyone…including Aizen-sama – without getting in trouble for it."

Grimmjow's brow rose slightly as Orihime's words began to register in his mind. After a second or so, he walked back into the room, closing the door behind him and then leaning against it.

"All of my thoughts, eh?" he finally said after about a minute of silence.

A small smile found its way to Orihime's lips. "That's right." she replied. "And what's more, the notebook is private, so nobody is allowed to see it or even know that it exists."

After another slight pause, Grimmjow pushed himself out of his leaning position and walked back towards Orihime. "Gimme the damn book." he said.

Orihime's smile widened slightly as she handed the notebook to the Sexta Espada. "Now, a couple more things," she began as Grimmjow sat on the floor underneath the small barred window, "typically in notebooks, you put the date and time at the beginning of your entries, but I just use "Day One" since I really don't know what day it is. And at the end of your entries, you say something like, "Sincerely," and then put your name."

Grimmjow looked at the girl with a blank expression. "Why the hell do I have to do that?"

Orihime opened her mouth, and then closed it again, pausing to think for a moment. "You know…I don't know, but that's how I've always done it." she said.

Grimmjow looked at the girl a second longer before grunting in reply and muttering "whatever" under his breath. He then glanced down at the notebook in his hand, mumbling a string of curses as he hesitantly opened it up to the first page and began to write...

Day One

Time: I don't care…

I'm only doing this because the girl said I can write down everything that I think about everyone and everything in this stupid hell away from hell. But that doesn't make this method of anger management any less stupid than it was before she told me I could do this. Nope, this shit is still stupid, and I don't know how the hell this is supposed to help me control my anger, but whatever. Now where to start…oh, I know… This is what I think of everyone:

Aizen's an arrogant bastard son of a bitch.

Ulquiorra's a nihilistic, emo clown son of a snitch bitch.

Tosen's a blind, sword-happy bastard son of a bitch.

Gin's a fucking creepy, closet perv son of a bitch.

Starkk's a lazy ass son of a bitch.

Barragan's an old, senile, five-feet-in-the-grave, loud-mouth son of a bitch.

Halibel's a fucking shark-face son of a bitch.

Nnoitra's a sick, twisted, pedophilic son of a bitch.

Luppi's a fag son of a bitch (or at least he was…'til I disintegrated his ass! HA, cya never yappy bitch!).

Zommari's a zillion-eyed, weird ass son of a bitch.

Szayel's a mentally unstable son of a bitch.

Aaroniero's an ugly ass son of a bitch.

Yammy's a giant dumbass son of a bitch.

Yeah, that's right. They're all a bunch of SOBs, and one day I'm gonna kill every last one of them…well, I've already killed Luppi, but one day I'm gonna kill the rest of them, too. I haven't decided just how I'm gonna do it yet, but they are all gonna die…by my hands…in the most brutal way possible.

The end,

Grimmjow

Grimmjow stared at his writing for a moment or so before promptly closing the notebook and tossing it and the pencil to the side, watching as it slide a little ways across the floor. His attention was then drawn to Orihime, who'd gotten up and retrieved the notebook and pencil. She walked back over to the couch, lifted up one of the cushions, and placed both the notebook and the pencil underneath it. Afterwards she turned to face Grimmjow.

"So, how do you feel now after being able to write out your thoughts?" she asked.

Grimmjow stood up from where he sat against the wall, stretching slightly. "What the hell are you, a fucking shrink?"

Orihime fought to suppress the laughter that threatened to surface. "I simply want to know if it made you feel a little less…angry…about everything." she replied.

Grimmjow looked at Orihime for about a second or so, and then started toward the door once again. "How the hell should I know that?" he muttered as he pulled the door open.

"Well, are you a little less angry now?" Orihime asked, almost trying to will an answer out of the Espada.

"It's hard to tell if your less angry when your always angry, girl." Grimmjow said, walking out of the door and closing it before Orihime could ask or say anything else. Then, with an exasperated sigh, he began his trek back to his own rooms.

The auburn-haired girl stared at the door for a minute before sighing and glancing back at the seat cushion turned hiding place. "Well…he wrote something at least…"

Ok, there you have it. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Leave me a review and tell me what you think. ALL opinions are welcome… Thanks for reading!

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