The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes & go numb
But there's a cold wind coming from
The top of the highest high rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cuase it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the
humanity I know, watched the warmth blow away. So do you think I should adhere
To that pressing new frontier
And leave in my wake, a trail of fear
Should I hold my head up high
And throw a wrench and spokes by
I'm leaving the air behind me clear
So don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old
The Warmth – Incubus
The dark clouds loomed over head, meeting and colliding together in the sky. I sat at the window watching the sky transform into darkness as I took another pull form my cigarette. Smoke poured from my nose and mouth wrapping around my face and floating off like a ghost. I put out the cancer stick. It's time to go. I stood from the window seat in my small, quaint house and padded over to the black wooden door. I didn't have much, only the bare necessities and that was fine for me. I put on my old worn chucks before slipping out the door. The clouds continued to roll over the land promising a violent storm.
It was ironic. The clouds use to represent what was going on inside me. All the turmoil and emotions, colliding and fighting. But not anymore. I'm a free man. I could feel a wide grin spill onto my face. Aizen, the bastard, is finally dead. By my own hands too. It's not like he was innocent, far from it. He had a soft, warm smile and dull brown eyes that promised safety and comfort. It's fake though, he's fake. And I fell for it all once.
But then he came. Ichigo.
He saved me.
Fierce winds blew through the trees rustling the leaves and leaving the smell of rain in its wake. A clap of thunder sounded and then rain began to beat against the ground in a symphony of pitter-patters. I watched as children in the streets began laughing and screaming, running off to find shelter while the wind whipped their hair back. I continued walking, enjoying the sensation of the rain sliding down my skin and sinking into my clothes. The smell of sodden earth reached my nose with another gust of wind. A crack of thunder shook me to my very core. Soon after a bolt of lightning cut through the sky in a flash of light, illuminating up my eyes for a brief second.
I stopped at His door step, watching water cascade down his door. Coldness settled into my bones as my thoughts began to swirl in my head.
Do I really deserve him? His smile, his kindness? His warmth, compassion, fire?
I'm a monster. I'm the epitome of destruction. I am Aizen's Sexta Espada.
No.
I am Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. I am Ichigo's.
The door opened to reveal a man, with shoulder length spiky orange hair as unruly and bright as the sun. Warm honey eyes widened then filled with warmth and love for me. He smiled and lit up my entire world and brought the warmth back. I shot him a shit eating grin.
"Grimmjow."
It doesn't matter if I'm not worthy of him because he wants me. That's all that matters.
"Ichigo."
Alright e.e I dunno. It was just an idea that came to me, and here it is. I'm not sure if its really any good, tell me what you think in a review?
For those of you reading 'The Fight' I'm gunna try to update by the end of next week. I've got writters block. I don't want them to start traning just yet. If you have any ideas of something fun they could do tell me in a review please? :3