On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind

He rolled over. His side was burning, blood painting the pavement.

Run. Run. Run.

No. Get up. Get up. GET. UP.

But he couldn't. That burning fire edged its way back up his spine, seeping into his soaked wet bones as he felt a sickening snap, heard it too. Funny thing is though, is that he was laughing. It hurt so god damn much, but he was laughing.

Ah, there went his sanity.

A tongue flicked out and he licked his lips, tasting the coppery liquid that coated his torn lips. His body was shuddering, both from the pain and howling laughter that tore through his torso. It ripped through his rough throat, sounding coarse and rough.

Unused.

Fiery orange hair was matted to the black pavement with blood, caramel eyes flicking to the sky as he stared at the dark rolling clouds. A figure moved into his view. The anger rolled off him in waves, the hostility showing with the blood he so willingly spilled.

Grimmjow watched him, howling with glee, his eyes telling another story. Ichigo couldn't tell anymore. Was it the rain that was sliding down his cheeks, or were those tears?

He didn't care. It didn't change anything. Yet another snap resonated in the air. He felt something give way inside of himself, perhaps a lung.

He managed to part his lips, managed to cough up a few words, screaming at the top of what was left of his lungs, "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT? MORE, GRIMMJOW! I'M. STILL. BREATHING!" Grimmjow's lips pulled back in a snarl, his eyes going dark as he gripped Ichigo's arm at the elbow and roughly yanked it back. The bone gave way, Ichigo howling even more as pain tore up his arm and shoulder.

Ichigo slumped against the pavement, his breathing erratic. He hadn't felt this much pain in centuries. And he was tired of it. Tired of living forever. Tired of being immortal, forced to live a life of the fallen, kicked from the very place he had been created to serve. His eyes rolled back in his lover, and his enemy stalked even closer, going down on his haunches to face Ichigo in the face. Grimmjow, no Lucifer as he was commonly referred to, stared down at him, those hardened cerulean eyes watching calmly. His breathing caused puffs of smoke in the air, and a small, smile found its way to his lips. "I need this. I need this…"

Grimmjow stood back up, "Abaddon, lover, friend, enemy, ally, destroyer, my hope."

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow drew his hand back, light shining into the form of a spear, it crackled with deformation as darkness slithered into it, turning the vibrant white a horrifying black. This was an honor. To die by his hands, with the spear of both light and darkness. This was an honor, Ichigo. Don't think about anything else. It'll all be over soon. Soon…

Now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right
'cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats
and it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied

He had fallen. Fallen to stand by his side. Lucifer, no, Grimmjow as he was called now, had promised so many things. And they had grown wary of the restraints placed by "Heaven."

But in the end, there was no heaven, was there?

Not for them. Not anymore. Was it a mistake, should he have stayed in peace and naivety instead of rotting in this form of hell? God he hated it here, it was always raining. Black, dreary. If it had not been for the "love" of Grimmjow, he would not still be here. But he was tired of it. There was no end, was there? Perhaps, in the beginning, they had hoped for freedom. But freedom, he was starting to wonder if it truly existed. Did it? Could he be given the freedom he desired? To be free of moral wronging, to be free of the weight that rested so easily on his shoulders? And he hoped that death would provide him with this peace, some sort of comfort in knowing that he could let it go. He could be free.

Lord knows he wanted to be free.

Something pierced his side and he arched his back up off the ground, the feeling sending jolts of pain and pleasure shooting up his spine. God he was sick, pleasure? The bolt was meant to destroy his kind. He would rot, the darkness and light was poison to him. When his spine was back on the solid ground, he scratched at the pavement with broken nails, his eyes widening as his body was practically turning itself inside out. Grimmjow dropped by his side, his eyes angry. But it did seem as though that anger was directed at Ichigo.

Ichigo watched him raise a hand to stroke his bloody cheek softly, caressing it like the lover in him knew to do. But the fallen part of him wanted to whip his hand to the side, snapping Ichigo's neck. But he restrained himself, perhaps trying capture his lover's last moments. Those soft, caramel colored eyes watched him before turning back to the sky. Grimmjow was petting his hair now, soft, gentle movements. They made Ichigo sleepy. His eyes drifting closed as Grimmjow continued to show his affection.

A long time ago, Ichigo had told him, they would regret this. This would bring them apart, bring them to their end. The loneliness even when they had each other as well as others, that feeling of not fitting it. It was lasted forever. And Ichigo knew how long forever was. He was no fool, and he did not want that for himself. He didn't want forever.

So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
til the walls are goin' up
in smoke with all our memories

In all honesty, a part of Ichigo did not want this to end. He didn't want to leave. To die. But it was needed. He was hungry for some sort of rest, a beggar for freedom. Grimmjow had not once denied him of anything he had ever wanted. And why start now? When Ichigo had cast that sad glance at him, Grimmjow had known. He ahd been watching his closest friend, his lover, and his enemy spiral down into insanity. Perhaps, he thought quietly, I am insane. Gold liquid seemed to come out of Ichigo's mouth, and he knew he was nearing his death. When the spear pierced a Fallen, it turned their regular red blood to a vibrant, deadly gold. And Grimmjow shed tears for the first time. He cried, the small droplets combining with the rain and blood of his lover as they fell towards Ichigo's cheeks.

But he did not look up. Ichigo was gone already. Brown eyes stared openly at the ceiling, distant and glazed over. Grimmjow cradled Ichigo in his arms, throwing his head back and howling in such a sad, but terrifying way. He rocked his fallen lover back and forth, sobbing and screaming. He'd lost it. Everything. His reason for leaving Heaven for they would not allow him to love the only person he could ever love, and he'd lost the rest of his mind. The sad howls continued, his screams echoing off the walls as he finally dropped the body and shuffled away, slamming his hand against the wall as he refused to look back. The water poured down his face as he exited the warehouse like structure. The black sky smiled back, opening its mouth to him and giving him its best fucking grin. He howled back at it, tired and alone.

Other Fallen watched him quietly before slinking back into the darkness, a few stayed behind, in some effort to comfort their leader. Nnoitra stepped forward, his long black hair sticking to his back in the rain, he placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder. Grimmjow snarled and shrugged it off. Nothing could comfort him. He took off, racing into the night as he allowed his half angel form to show, his animal form. The sleek panther should the rain. But right now, he welcomed how it soaked his pelt. He bunched up onto his hind legs and jumped to the top of a building. He would bring this hell hole burning to the ground. HE had created this endless place for Ichigo, and now, it was no longer needed. He changed back into full angel form, his black blue wings unfurling as he struck at the ground with a blinding blue light.

This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
that you pushed me into the coffee table last night
so I can push you off me
try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
you hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
but together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counselin'
this house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
with you I'm in my f-ckin' mind, without you, I'm out it

The ground lit up like the fourth of July. Sparks flying everywhere as the blue fire ate away at everything, even the pavement was being incinerated. The other Fallen fled, their wings beating as they deserted their home and fled to some unknown world, perhaps the in between world known as Earth. Grimmjow didn't care. He dropped down to the ground, on his knees as the wings folded behind him quietly. HE let another howl out, clawing at the ground, "DAMNIT! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? HAPPY THAT I HAVE LOST EVERYTHING?"

The sky seemed to laugh, rolling it off as thunder. So that was their answer. The angels on high had given him an answer of laughter. They had mocked him, tossed him for loving someone he could not help but love. Ichigo had never destroyed anything. Grimmjow had. With his own two hands he had destroyed the most beautiful thing that could ever exist in his world. Ichigo. And now, what was he? The blue fire roared around him, sending his hair back and forth with an odd motion as the fire rocked around him. The pavement was being burned, and so was he. He could feel the fire licking at him. But he didn't want to move yet. Was this was Ichigo had felt? Maybe, if there was some place for them after death, maybe he could be with Ichigo again.

The thought was ended when someone grabbed him and hauled him up, but he didn't resist. Too tired, too alone, and too destroyed to care Nnoitra let out a strong of curses, allowing his wings to unfold as he took the skies, staring down at the disaster that had been created. The havoc that Grimmjow had let loose. Grimmjow stared down at the warehouse he had left Ichigo's body to burn in, mumbling apologizes the entire time. They flew away, leaving the destroyed world to crumble in a pile of rubble and dust. Grimmjow could only watch, his arms dangling from the air uselessly. He'd burned it all. And here he was, refusing to go down with his ship.

Abandoning ship and leaving the body of his one crewmate to burn in hell forever.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie

Authors Note: Juuuust gonna say that this was never meant to diss religion. Please don't leave flame regarding that aspect of the story. In fact, once I listened to the song I started to put angels into it. So yeah. Sorry. I don't know if I'll continue you this or not, it could be, but depending on how you guys like it, I might not. Sorry it's a bit short too!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or the song, Love The Way You Lie Part II by Rihanna and Eminem.