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Grimmjow's Point of ViewxX

It was an odd feeling, tightening sensation in my stomach. Well no, let me start over. There's nothing odd about feeling hungry it's just today it's different. I woke up craving something sweet but not junk food sweet, no like . . . . Naturally sweet, healthy, low cal food . . . . You know the stuff you'd find in a health nuts house?

I cracked my neck, yanked th covers off, pushed myself out of bed. Hazily ambling to the kitchen. It was like dajavoo, thinking about how I had stood here a couple hours prier with Ichigo. But I digress, pushed the thought out of my mind and went to the pantry. Shifted, half in a daze, through my cereal. I knew I wanted something sweet so of course, you know, I grabbed the lucky charms out from the back shelf and began picking through it the good stuff. Popping only the marsh mellows in my mouth - the rest is card board.

But after 10 rainbow I was like screw this. They were hard to swallow, like I had just eaten and couldn't take another bite. This was absolutely stupid, I'd just woke up and hadn't eaten sense the night before soo. . . .yeah.

I padded over to the refrigerator, maybe that bacon cheese burger . . . and, that was a solid no from my intestines. I practically had a baby barf right then and there. I could not stomach that garbage right now. Clearly I need like an apple or something. I spun around to my fruit dish. Finally something Nell buys me comes in handy. Yet, sadly the fruit dish was empty. Me being the strict carnivore that I am did not fill it . . . ever. So for the past month it had been sitting there collecting dust. I leaned back on the ball of my foot. I seriously needed something; however the point being made was that it was clearly not in my kitchen. What was it?

I had nothing special to do today. I could go to the store? Yeah, I'll go to the store, why not.


So here I am in the backing section of whole oats. I would like to make this perfectly clear - for all who don't know me - I do not shop here. This place is hippy central they sell sents and food in that same f-ing general vicinity. What if I saw nutmeg put it in my food and it turns out it was for burning and the enjoyment of smelling up my nostrils like a coke hor. I wouldn't be enjoying anything! I'd be dead! Hence why I don't shop here.

But today I have ventured out of my comfort zone, and come to hippies R'us to buy something sweet, because my stomach comes before logic and my well being, and all my deep rooted stereotypes, which i have many. Again, here I am strolling down the aisle with this cruddy little plastic basket . . . I was . . . was -um . . .

Meh, I'll just leave this here. I only took it because the little old lady at the front made it look like her dying wish was for me to take this stupid green basket from her and well. . . Now that she's out of sight and I'm a grown man and I plan to ditch it, move on with my life, see new horizons. So where was I, O yes; I'm currently strolling down the baked goods isle hands in my pocket, trying to look as casual and unapproachable as possible.

"Oh~ Hello sir, can I help you?" This cheery voice pops out of nowhere. I pretended like I didn't hear. Thinking the small voice coming from behind me we pack his sh*t and get the F away from me. To make that clear I kept walking and/or standing in place making sinister eye contact with some cupcakes like I actually cared about brands and flavors and . . . the egg count. But after awhile this kid starts to get on my nerves, and as nicely as possible, over my shoulder, I say to this kid,

"No, I don't need your help ya d*mn pip squeak. Thank you very much, but please I'd really rather not converse with people you generic sort *long breath* in this hippy store, pip pip cheiro and all that jazz. ."

Sadly I think he thought I was kidding and continued hangin' around me like he was passing time waiting for the rapture. He started with . . .

"Well you've been standing here for a very long time, my names Hinataro by the way, you know if you have any questions feel free to ask away. Were you looking for anything in particular? O those cupcakes are fresh and come in three different flavors vanilla chocolate and strawb . . . ."

And he ended with

" . . . Ya, there really in season. But MEXICO that's where they're really big now a days." And that's pretty much where I couldn't take his blabbering any more. He could not pick up any of the hate and discontent that i was so lovingly putting down on the table for him. So I decided whatever brought me into this store was no longer needed. . . .AT ALL.

"Hey do you sell ummm . . . . .papaya . .no ahhh gua- gua . . . guatermellon here?" I am. . . sooo . . .special.

"What?" he looked up sheepishly with his round almond eyes, blinking profusely while he questioned if he had heard me correctly. And it was either back down on my most outrageous lie of all time . . or whole heartedly embraces my made up, imaginary fruit. And being a man who loves the fight. I accepted.

"Pfft ya guatermellon, I heard they got a new shipment in yesterday since it's totally guatermellon season and stuffz. " Like duh, my face reads.

"Really, . . W-well ahhh I'll go check . . on that." He slowly turned and ambled away almost as if any minute he would turn around and say "Not even I'm that stupid, guatermellon my but you stupid prick." He never did though, and the minute he rounded the corner to look for my absurd poorly named fruit I was out of there. I ran the little old lady over getting out the door and h*llz ya I'm proud of it. Ok I'm not, I pulled a back spin and missed her by a good couple inches.

But this raised a new problem or really just reminded me of the old one. The crowd on the street swarmed around me and I aimlessly hobbled down the sidewalk looking for a new convince store. I was starving but I COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME, put my finger on what the f*ck I wanted. And it was really starting to piss me off.