This has been nagging at the back of my head and I really wanted to put it up. I hope you guys like it.
Involves character death.
Wednesday, October 23
Tlhe room is filled. Tension that could easily be cut with a butter knife is thick in the air. He sits uncomfortably across from a scruffy looking man with kind gray eyes that seems unaffected by the vibe in the room. Even though they are kind, they are bright with intelligence. Grey storm clouds whirling inside clear orbs. They flash and for a moment it looks like this man knows everything about him: his childhood, his history, his likes and dislikes, his character.
He doesn't want to be here. He only did this for his family; the people who fully accepted him as one of their own. There is no other reason. And even though it hurts to talk about him he knows, eventually, he'll have too. Otherwise, what's the point of being here?
There is no going back. He made a promise. He will keep it. It's the least he can do. After all those months of being nothing more than a shadow of what he once was. He knows it'll take him time. Or maybe he'll never open up completely about what happened. Maybe it's too painful.
He's just…so tired. Everything seems unreal. Like a hazy dream. A nightmare. It feels like he'll wake up any minute now, drenched in sweat and he'll be there. He'll comfort him and tell him it was just a dream. It didn't happen, he's still here. He's still flesh and bone and very alive. And to prove it he'll rest his hand over his chest so that he can feel his heart beating. It will be real. It won't be an image he conjured up to soften the pain. Ichigo will smile his crooked smile and laugh at him with his eyes for being so overdramatic over a dream. He'll huff in annoyance and pretend to be hurt but will snuggle up to the orange haired man anyways. And for the rest of the night Grimmjow will leave his hand over Ichigo's chest so that he can feel his heart beating strongly, the sound a lullaby that will lure him back to sleep…
He is interrupted from his daydream, by the man who introduced himself as Urahara, Kisuke. Urahara hands him a simple, black notebook. He looks up at him in surprise.
Kisuke smiles patiently. "I want you to write it. Everything you experience. What you smelled, wore, felt, tasted, saw, touched. Everything. If you want to add anything else I happily encourage you to do so. I want you to do this until you're ready to talk. I don't care how long it takes. Do you understand?"
He's stunned. How-What did-No. It doesn't matter. He doesn't have to talk. At least, not yet. He can wait. He has to wait. All of his thoughts jumble together like stupid letter soup. He can't find the words. The things he wants to say.
Gratitude maybe?
Relief?
Instead, he simply nods.
It is enough.
For now.
So? Wha'd you think? Please review! Oh and I'll try to get the next chapter for One step at a time when I can! Please be patient with me. TTATT