Kingdom for a Heart
Disclaimer: Bleach is by Kubo Tite, the song is by Sonata Arctica.
Warnings: Bad humor, Grimmjow's potty mouth.
A/N: I'm so dead.
First of all, I have been dead looong time. Sorry about that. Even if you didn't miss me. Also, I wanted to end this story before I put it here. I was supposed to get a beta, too.
Well, I didn't. Enjoy the story, and please review. Me big love you if you review! #glomps#
Chapter I
"I think my hands are bleeding."
"Shut up."
"I can't see anything. My eyes are full of sand."
"Shut up. So are mine."
"Why are you being so strict? Little whining has never done anything bad."
"If Grimmjow had hear that he would have killed you. The big guy doesn't like weaklings. And whining is a sign of weakness, that is what he said."
Oh yes, Grimmjow heard quite well what they were saying. He had made a decision to not kill his own men, so the "hard-working" hollow duo had nothing to fear in that aspect.
"You mean... like... kill us dead?"
Sometimes that decision was very hard to keep. Why, oh why all hollows seemed to be brain-dead? And no, Grimmjow had never asked that question aloud. Someone might have answered.
The most powerful arrancar still alive rose from his seat in shadows, making sure that his loyal servants heard him coming closer.
Two figures froze, turning around is somewhat slowmotion. Grimmjow wondered how that was possible without filming equipment. Horror shined in their eyes, creating an illusion of a change of expression on their masked faces. It was a sight that satisfied Grimmjow's sadistic mind greatly.
"Do you have any problems on your work my slaves?"
Was it possible for a hollow to suddenly shrink, lets say, into a half of it's original size?
"No sir. Absolutely nothing, sir. Everything is perfectly fine, sir." Aah, shivering voice. Being the biggest pig in the heap of trash was an immense pleasure. He needed only grunt couple times and the smaller ones ran around in state of panic.
What a lovely metaphor.
"Are you sure? Maybe your tired hands need some rest. If you want, I can arrange that you won't never have to to do work again. Or even move an inch from your lovely bed ten metres under solid ground. How does that sound, MY SWEETHEARTS?!"
"Good, sir! I mean, no good sir!"
The former Espada rolled his eyes. "Good. Now honestly, get back to work. Las Noches won't build itself."
Without making sure that his orders were carried out Grimmjow turned and went on his way. He heard voices of working from behind his back.
"That was so your fault! We are so screwed!"
"Shut up! Didn't you learn anything from what just happened? Fucking goldfish!"
"What was that supposed to mean?"
Some things would never change.
Voices faded as Grimmjow walked farther away. The arrancar turned around to watch the new Las Noches. One building, though size of a city. For Grimmjow it had become symbol of his dreams, everything he had courage to wish for. Society of hollows. Not as monsters, as normal citizens, just like in Soul Society.
It was token of the more personal dreams as well. Espada closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, one moment of vulnerability that he was okay with.
He was tired. So fucking tired he wasn't sure should he keep rising from his bed everyday. It was like all the things that were worth of doing were already done. Or slipped away from his hand.
I'd give a kingdom
for a one more day as a king of your heart
I'd give a kingdom
for just one more way
What was Ichigo doing nowadays? Was he happy, did he remember to show off that pretty smile everyday? Did he do his homework well? Was his lover doing well, too?
Did he ever think about Grimmjow?
Grimmjow saw no point in fooling himself. That's why he never made up any excuses to anyone, especially for himself. You have to know yourself before you can even think about knowing the enemy.
Some part of his mind did this because it wanted Ichigo to be proud of him. Stupid, hm? Some shinigami brat that probably hated him now more than ever.
That was the essence of his problem, and Grimmjow knew it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget how those lips felt on his. How that body tasted.
How tears slid down those cheeks. Fuck it.
Grimmjow had two things that were worth of fighting. Another was his dream of better future. It was a huge burden on his shoulders, and it dragged him down more than it was lifting this sorrowful feeling from his shoulders.
Another was Ichigo. Memory of Ichigo, nowadays. That was all he had now, and that was why he couldn't bring himself to hate the things he had done.
The arrancar opened his eyes, watching the huge colosseum that rose from the gray sand. There was so much to make better, starting from the hollows themselves.
Maybe too much.
Was this the feeling that humans got when they grew old? There was nothing to do anymore. The world went on its course, no matter what he did. And sooner or later, everything would end.
That was all.
"Sir?"
Grimmjow jumped in surprise. How couldn't he have heard the other approaching? Shit. That is so great, Grimmjow. How moody you can get? You wouldn't probably notice the gray sky falling on your head if it decided to do so.
Maybe he should start carrying an umbrella.
"Sir? Is everything alright?"
Grimmjow turned his attention to the other arrancar. He was his most trusted subordinate, Lieutenant. Not the strongest in Las Noches, but the most loyal. He was trying to make a society that would respect ones like Lieutenant.
The teel haired arrancar nodded. "Nothing could be better." No way in hell he would start complaining about his worries like some teenage girl.
He started leaping back to where he had just come from. Feeling Lieutenant's questioning stare in his back he couldn't help but a feel a bit guilty
"Bastards! Spineless worms! You call youself hollows? I call you useless maggots! If I turn my back for a one fucking moment you are already sitting on your fat ass and talking shit!"
Yes, just like this. He felt much better already. And without himself knowing, inside some part of his head, some clever part that liked thinking, the Great Plan was already forming.
