Hi everyone! I'm back again and I have a something new for you. Introducing Unbound Deleted Scenes! This is gonna be a collection of one-shot stories steaming from my main story. It's actually an idea that formed in my mind when one of my precious reviewers gave me a really cool suggestion in a review she left me (thank you, CalicoUmbreon!) So, if you guys feel so moved to do so, shoot me some ideas for one-shots, and I, of course, will be coming up with some ideas as well. Anywho, I really hope you guys enjoy this, and hopefully it will be the first out of many!

A/N: I still don't own Bleach…


Unbound Deleted Scene #1:

"Video Game Therapy"

Jinta's panicked cry echoed throughout the shop. The red-headed boy dashed down the hallway and into the dining area where Urahara, Tessai, and Renji sat around the table talking.

"Gotta hide, gotta hide…" he chanted frantically.

"What'd you do this time?" Renji asked, his monotonous tone making his question sound more like a statement. "I'm telling you, Jinta, you're gonna mess around and get yourself killed if you don't quit bothering Grimmjow."

"It was a stupid joke, geez." Jinta shot back. "Now instead of wasting your breath scolding me, how about helping me hide –"

"Little brat!" Grimmjow's voice boomed from down the hallway, startling Jinta so that he easily jumped about four feet in the air.

Yelping, the boy hurriedly darted into the kitchen. Seconds later, Grimmjow stormed into the dining area; his cerulean eyes scoured the entirety of the room.

"Where is that little shit hiding?" he growled under his breath.

Renji glanced up at the seething Espada, and immediately started snickering. "Damn…what the hell did he do to you? Is that…is that shaving cream in your hair?"

Grimmjow's rage began to spike at the thought of the foamy white stuff he discovered in his hair when he woke up that morning and the infuriating little brat he found giggling at his door. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white as he visibly started trembling, resembling a volcano about to blow its top.

"I'm gonna blow that little bastard to hell…"

"Ummm…"

Everyone's attention turned to the kitchen door where Takuya now stood stiffly. The girl wore a slightly apprehensive expression as her eyes immediately found Grimmjow.

"Uh…I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but Jinta –"

"D-Don't make a single move, Grimmjow, or I swear she'll get it." Jinta said, trying unsuccessfully to sound as intimidating as he could; he held Takuya by her forearm and inched her forward. "You know you're not supposed to let anything bad happen to her, s-so don't even try to come at me."

Grimmjow glared at the red-headed boy, incredulity mixing in with his angered expression. "So you would put her in danger right in front of me just to try and save your ass…huh, idiot?"

Jinta opened his mouth to retort but all that came out were unintelligible rambles; that one conveniently forgotten detail had eluded him until now. "U-ummm, well…uhhh…"

Making use of the boy's confusion, Grimmjow quickly proceeded to close the distance between them. Jinta, seeing the Espada suddenly advancing on him, attempted to push Takuya into him. In one swift move, Grimmjow effortlessly caught the ebony-haired girl, moved her out of his way, and clamped his large hand around the fleeing boy's arm, lifting him up so that his feet no longer made contact with the ground. Jinta panicked, trying desperately to free himself from Grimmjow's vice-like grip. A sadistic grin curved the Espada's lips.

"You're mine now, annoying son of a bitch…" he hissed preparing to pound the boy into a bloody mess.

"Grimmjow, there's actually something I need to give to you." Urahara suddenly said, drawing the Espada's attention, his fist hovering precariously about an inch away from Jinta's face.

Grimmjow glared irritably ate the shopkeeper as he stood up from the table and disappeared into the hallway; he released his death grip on Jinta, allowing him to drop to the ground and scurry over to where Tessai and Renji sat at the table. A few seconds later, Urahara returned carrying a small black device.

"This is for you." he said, placing the device into Grimmjow's hand.

The Espada stared down at the object in his hand. "The hell is this supposed to be?"

Urahara cleared his throat before speaking again. "This is…"

"MINE!" Jinta suddenly shouted out. "THAT'S MINE!"

The boy then lunged forward to try and swipe it from Grimmjow, but was immediately stopped by Tessai, who'd reached out and pulled him backward.

"Urahara what are you doing?" Jinta yelled as he struggled to get away from Tessai. "You can't give him that, it's mine!"

The shopkeeper looked at the boy, the slightest hint of seriousness visible in his hooded expression. "Nope, as of right now, that belongs to Grimmjow." he said. "Since you seem so fond of getting on the bad side of a guy who could easily kill you with the flick of a finger, I decided to voluntarily employ your possession to help him get a handle on that temper of his."

He then looked back at Grimmjow. "As I started to say before, this object is called a Playstation Portable™ or PSP for short. It's a handheld console used for playing video games and such. It's a pretty neat little device, if I may say so myself. Could keep you distracted for hours if you let it."

Grimmjow's gaze shifted evenly between the PSP and the shopkeeper; his brow arched slightly as the faintest trace of curiosity flashed over his face, something that didn't go unnoticed by the shopkeeper. "So…you're trying to tell me that this shit here is supposed to keep me from blowing up?"

Urahara nodded.

"…And you expect me to believe that?"

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Think about it this way…you'll be learning how to redirect that monstrous temper of yours at someone else's expense, or in this case, at Jinta's expense since this device was formerly his."

After a second or two of thought, the smile began to creep back onto Grimmjow's face, and he redirected his attention to the struggling boy.

"Well, since you put it that way, I suppose I'll go along with it." he replied, his grip tightening around the gaming device. "Thanks a lot, brat. Consider yourself spared…at the moment at least. I think I'm gonna go try out my new toy."

At that, the Espada disappeared into the hallway, headed toward his room. Tessai released Jinta, who was now a sniffling mess. "Urahara, you…you traitor,…w-why'd you have to…t-to give him my game? T-Traitor…"

"I hardly consider that a betrayal, Jinta." Urahara said. "In fact, I do believe I just saved your life, did I not? Maybe now you won't be so eager to act as recklessly as you have been."

"This…this isn't fair." Jinta whimpered, slumping down to the floor.

Back in his room, Grimmjow sat down beside his bed and examined the PSP. There was a big screen on the front of it. An array of buttons surrounded the screen, their different functions labeled on or around them. The Espada's brows furrowed slightly as he continued to look the device over.

"How the hell do you even turn this thing on?" he muttered under his breath.

"Umm…excuse me…Mr. Grimmjow?" the small voice drew the Espada's attention to the room door where Ururu now stood peeping in at him.

"Yeah, what?"

"Mr. Urahara asked me to come and show you how to operate the PSP." Ururu replied quietly, slowly entering the room.

Grimmjow glanced down at the device in his hand and then back up at the girl. "Fine." he finally said.

Seeing this as her permission to enter the room, Ururu walked up and knelt down beside the Espada, who in turn handed her the PSP.

"Ok, this is the button to turn it on…"


Three days had passed since the scuffle between Grimmjow and Jinta, and the infamous "giving away" of the PSP. Within that period of time, the red-headed boy had made six different attempts to reclaim his beloved game; all of them ended in failure, leaving him miserably bitter. He drug around the shop, a pout cemented into his expression. He snapped at everyone who spoke to him or asked him to do something, his generic answers almost always being "Get me my game back and I might consider helping you" or "I wouldn't be so grouchy if someone hadn't given my game away." And by someone, he truly meant Urahara; he'd made a point of ignoring the man and muttering traitor every time he'd walk pass him.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, was indifferent. While he thoroughly enjoyed thwarting every last one of Jinta's attempts at getting the PSP from him and then laughing at the miserable expression on the boy's face, he was completely at odds with the device itself. Though he wouldn't openly admit it, Mortal Kombat™ was actually very appealing to him. Endless blood spill, tearing opponents limb from limb, inhumane death…it was right up his alley. It would've been perfect for keeping him from blowing up…would've been…had he not been so horrible at it. He'd been playing the game for three whole days now, and he still was able to count his number of victories on one hand. How could something he used to do on a daily basis in real life be so damn hard to accomplish in virtual life? He was getting his virtual ass kicked, and it was infuriating; the notion of throwing the device into a wall and watching it shatter into a million pieces was suddenly becoming a more enjoyable idea.


The dining area was quiet on the evening of the fourth day, despite the fact that everyone was in it. Everyone – except Grimmjow – sat around the table quietly eating dinner. Said Espada sat in his now usual spot against the wall, too occupied with the PSP to notice roasting irritation of the red-headed boy sitting a couple feet in front of him at the table. Several long minutes passed before the silence was finally broken when a low chuckle escaped Grimmjow's throat. After what seemed like an eternity of losses, he'd finally won a match. Finally, damn! his mind roared victoriously as he chuckled again, watching the character he'd been playing with, Scorpion, rip his opponent's spin out of their body.

"Heh, bout damn time…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Ugh, that is it, I can't take it anymore!" Jinta suddenly yelled out, startling everyone around the table and pulling Grimmjow's attention away from the game in front of him.

"What the hell's your issue kid?" Renji muttered.

"My issue? My issue is being forced to sit here like nothing is wrong while a hollow sits right behind me and has fun playing my favorite game!" Jinta yelled, pointing back towards Grimmjow; he didn't dare turn around, though, afraid of the undoubtedly murderous glare he'd have to face if he did. "This is totally unfair! If this was supposed to be some kind of punishment, then I think I've suffered long enough! I want my game back!"

"Jinta, it'd be best if you'd just calm down now..." Tessai started.

"You want me to calm down? Then tell your shopkeeper friend to get me my game back!" Jinta yelled, cutting the man off.

"But he's not the one that has your game." Ururu reasoned. "If you really want it back, then you should…oww!"

Jinta roughly brought his fist down over Ururu's head. "You be quiet! He may not be the one who has it be he is the one who gave it away, and now he's the one that's gonna get it back!"

The red-headed boy turned his angry glare on Urahara. "You hear that? I don't care what you say, you're the one that's gonna get me my – UMPH!"

Jinta's sentence was abruptly bitten off when an object collided with the back of his head, sending his face flying into the bowl of rice that sat in front of him; he'd been knocked out cold. Everyone watched in shock as the PSP tumbled to the floor behind the boy and then raised their eyes to the Espada, who now wore a bored expression.

"You can have it back, annoying son of a bitch. I don't want it anymore." he said nonchalantly as he stood up from his place against the wall and headed for the hallway.

"So I take it that it didn't help?" Urahara asked before the Espada disappeared.

Grimmjow gaze shifted to the man for a second. "No." was his simple reply as he disappeared into the hallway.


The End! :D Thanks again to CalicoUmbreon for the idea! Remember to send me your ideas for future one-shots, and I'll come up with some, too. So, did you like it? Hate it? Feel free to share… Thanks for reading!

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P.S.: The deleted scenes probably won't be updated as frequently as my main story, but don't worry, it will be worked on. :D