Ringing Bell
So my new fic. Sigh~ Can't believe I'm writing OC romance. I always tried to avoid them but...sigh~ Well, read it and review.
Don't own Bleach.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaques had lost his arm and fracciones. The attack didn't go highly successful. Now, his tattoo was stripped off in punishment and he lost his rank among the Espada.
Life is just…
He was heading towards the throne room. He was called by Aizen 'sama'. Grimmjow pulled the door open with his remaining arm.
"Grimmjow. What a great timing."
Just shut up.
He wasn't going to lose another arm, though.
"Yes, Aizen sama." He bowed.
Aizen smiled down at his former Sexta.
"So how are you, Grimmjow? Enjoying life?"
Bad. My life sucks, thanks to you.
"Yes, Aizen sama," he said, biting his lip. He could see that Aizen was enjoying this. Grimmjow fought hard to control himself.
"Well, I got news for you. Since you lost all of your fracciones down in the World of the Living, I will let you choose your new fracciones," said Aizen.
Grimmjow looked up in surprise.
New fracciones? Why?
"Aizen sama. I don't understand."
Aizen's posture didn't change at all.
"I thought I made it clear. I'm letting you choose your new fracciones."
Grimmjow was confused.
"But I'm not an Espada anymore."
"You were before, weren't you?"
Damn you!
Grimmjow's inner self wanted to scream. Aizen was playing with him, mocking him and using him. He wanted to use his reactions and pain as an entertainment. Grimmjow tried to be calm. He wasn't going to let Aizen enjoy this.
"But that's the past. I won't need fracciones anymore."
Aizen was looking slightly disappointed at the former Sexta's reactions.
Score. Take that!
However the feeling of joy left Grimmjow as soon as Aizen smiled and continued.
"I'm giving you a choice, Grimmjow. Who knows, you might become an Espada again. It's now or never."
There was silence before Grimmjow answered.
"I'm grateful to be given an option, Aizen sama. However, I don't think I'll be needing fracciones anymore."
Aizen's eyes didn't show surprise.
"If you were still an Espada, would you have accepted the choice?" he asked.
"No. If I was still an Espada, none of my fracciones would have died."
"Feeling guilty, are we?"
Damn! He got me! Just shut up and leave me alone, Aizen!
The truth was, Grimmjow was feeling slightly guilty. They followed him without question, only to end up dead. Now the question was, will he still refuse, or prove that he was not feeling guilty at all?
One way to go.
Yes, Aizen sama. I will accept your offer," said Grimmjow.
I will win next time, Aizen!
Aizen smiled triumphantly.
"Good choice. It proves that you don't feel guilty about their deaths."
He's aiming for those. He's aiming for the sensitive parts. Shut up!
"Since it's decided, may I return to my room, Aizen sama?"
Enough of those fake smiles.
"Yes, I will send Szayel so that he can escort you to the Numero's rooms.
"Yes, Aizen sama."
Grimmjow was back in his room, screaming.
"Damn that Aizen! I hate him, hate him, and hate him so much! I hate that smile! I hate it when he looks down on me!"
He grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door, imagining it's Aizen. He didn't even wait to look at where the pillow hit.
"I wish everything was just as simple as throwing a pillow," said Grimmjow as he fell backwards on his bed.
He closed his eyes when the door knocked.
"Uh, Grimmjow? May I come in?"
Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and the Octava entered.
"Grimmjow, Aizen sama asked me to-mph!"
Grimmjow cut him off by throwing another pillow at Szayel's face. He laughed humorlessly when the pillow dropped to the floor. Szayel fixed his glasses and continued.
"To help you choose your new fracciones."
"Yeah, I know," grunted Grimmjow as he got up.
The two Arrancars were walking in silence before Szayel asked.
"How many are you thinking of choosing?"
"None," Grimmjow answered in a bored tone.
Szayel decided to play a bit round with the former Sexta.
"Guilty?"
"No!"
"Then why none?"
"Because…I don't need one!" yelled Grimmjow.
"You are guilty."
"I am not!"
"Then prove it."
"Fine!"
They reached the Numero's rooms. When they entered, Arrancars, big and small stared at the two.
Szayel smiled.
"Now there's your choice. Choose as many as you want."
Grimmjow frowned. Why was he doing this? He didn't want any.
"Decide the number of the fracciones yet?" piped Szayel.
"None isn't an option right?"
Szayel shook his head.
"No."
"In that case, I'll just get one," Grimmjow sighed.
"Which one? You haven't even looked around yet."
When Szayel got no answer from the former Sexta, he decided to help him.
"Think of a number between 20 and 99."
"So you're going to decide for me? Whatever.94."
"Then it's been decided. Arrancar No.94 will be your new fraccion." Before he left, he whispered in Grimmjow's ear. "Try to get to know her."
"Wait, her?" asked Grimmjow but the pink hair was already out of sight.
The rest of the Arrancars went back to its rooms. The room emptied until there was only two Arrancars left, one being the former Sexta and the other his fraccion. Arrancar No.94 was indeed a girl. She had waist length brown hair. Unruly bangs were laid out across her face. It reminded Grimmjow of Ulquiorra's hair. She was wearing a white thigh length skirt with a white, long sleeved jacket with black outlines. The open jacket revealed a sleeveless vest. She wore a black hakama and her Zanpacto was tied around her waist. He couldn't see a Hollow mask on her but her Hollow hole was on her left hand. Her eyes were golden. The girl sighed and walked up to Grimmjow when he didn't move first.
"Hello. My name is Cynthia Kiel. I am Arrancar No.94 and it seems that I will be your new fraccion," she said.
Grimmjow just started down at her. He felt something weird. He couldn't describe it. He didn't know what or why it was like that.
The brown haired girl shifted uneasily under his gaze. She let out another sigh.
"So-"she was cut off by Grimmjow.
"Leave."
Cynthia blinked in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"I said leave. I don't need a fraccion," said Grimmjow.
He turned around without giving the poor Arrancar another glance. Suddenly, Grimmjow was blocked when the Arrancar sonidoed in front of him. She looked up and titled her head slightly.
"I don't understand."
Grimmjow snarled.
"Move! I don't need you!"
The girl didn't even flinch.
"You're pathetic, Grimmjow sama."
Grimmjow's eyes widened. This girl, who was now his fraccion, blocks his way and calls him pathetic.
"You-"he drew his hand to pierce the Arrancar's body.
She dodged. She got hold of his arm and didn't let go.
"Are you always like this? Hot tempered?" she asked with sarcasm, her golden eyes mocking.
"!"
"What's wrong, Grimmjow sama? Is it that sad to get teased by your fraccion?" she mocked.
I will kill you!
Grimmjow yanked his arm out of her grasp and pinned her on one of the walls. His arm grabbed her left wrist and pulled it up. He kicked one of his feet between her legs to make sure she was trapped. He leaned forward. Blue eyes met golden. He opened his mouth.
However, before he could say anything, Szayel sonidoed back again. His eyes widened at the situation he ran into. He coughed slightly, catching the two's attention. They broke away, leaving few meters of distance between them. Cynthia rubbed her wrist where Grimmjow had grabbed.
"Um, it looks like you two are going along better then I thought you would. Aizen sama wants to see you both," said Szayel.
"We are not getting along at all!" screamed Grimmjow.
Szayel sighed.
"Just go to Aizen sama," he said.
"Why?" asked Grimmjow.
"He wants to see you," said Szayel. "You can wait outside the throne room," he added as he glanced at the fraccion.
Cynthia looked startled but bowed and made her way to the door. When Grimmjow just stared at her back, Szayel sonidoed behind him and gave him a push. The sudden push made the blue haired Arrancar lose his balance and stumble.
"Ah!"
Cynthia, who was only little ahead, turned back at the noise. As soon as she turned, she caught Grimmjow. She back stepped one foot to support the extra weight and stop them from falling. Her eyes opened wide and she blinked.
"Grimmjow sama?"
Szayel, however, wasn't intending something like this to happen. It was a bit awkward. The former Sexta falling into his fraccion's arms was unexpected. He watched as they got out in the position.
It must be embarrassing
"Szayel! Why the hell did you push me?" yelled Grimmjow as he whipped around at the pink hair.
"You're blushing, Grimmjow," was the only answer he got.
Grimmjow quickly looked away and stormed out of the room.
I know that I'm blushing, you mad scientist! No need to point it out!
He stopped his walking when he heard another person walking behind him. He glanced back at his fraccion, who looked at him apologetically. Without any words, he continued to walk to Aizen's throne room. They continued to walk in silence until they reached the door.
Aizen, who has sensed their presence, smiled.
"Come in."
His smile grew slightly wider when he saw Grimmjow coming in. He knew that that he was annoyed.
"Ah, so Grimmjow. How are you and your fraccion getting along?"
"Alright," Grimmjow lied and Aizen could tell it. It was obvious by the face he was making that the former Espada wasn't happy at all.
"I see. I now need to discuss things. You're lucky to have a Vasto Lord class Arrancar fraccion. None of the Espada has a Vasto Lord classed one. Lilinette is a different case and Aaroniero is a Gillian so better not give him one."
Grimmjow's eyes widened at the fact.
"She's a Vasto Lord? Then why isn't she an Espada? She must be stronger than Aaroniero!"
The smile had vanished from Aizen's face a while ago. It meant that he was getting into serious subjects.
"She is, in fact. I just didn't make her one on purpose."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons. It was right for you not have a clue about that since she is very talented at controlling her spiritual pressure. Even better than Ulquiorra, but that's enough. Her room will be the one seven rooms away from you. You can show her yourself," he saw Grimmjow cringe at that.
"Is everything clear, Grimmjow?" Aizen smiled.
"Yes, Aizen sama."
"You may leave."
He watched as the former Espada bowed and headed for the door. Just before he got out, Aizen called out.
"Try to get along, Grimmjow."
The door closed.
"So, Captain Aizen? What do ya have in ya mind?"
"What do you think Gin?"
"Well I think that those two will be interesting to watch."
"Yes indeed."
"What would ya rank Cynthia chan if she was an Espada?"
"I think No.7. However, who knows if she showed me her true power or not? She can make her spiritual pressure completely disappear after all."
"Hm…Septima ,huh?"
"Yes Gin. Septima Espada."
"Are ya aware that she's the complete opposite from that Loly?"
"What do you mean?"
"She hates ya."
Aizen smiled.
"Oh that. Yes, I'm afraid."
Gin's face dropped a little.
"And 'Yes, I'm afraid' is the only thing ya want to say?"
"Should I say more?"
"Na. Don't bother."
"Well then. We now have something to watch and enjoy."
Gin grinned.
"Ya bet!"
So here it is. You know, Tite Kubo never told his readers what Grimmjow was before he became an Arrancar. Was he a Vasto Lord or Ajhucas? (I don't think I spelt that right.) I think he should be a Vasto Lord so he's a Vasto Lord. :) So I guess the first chapter was a bit weird but it will get better as it goes along. I'm going to try to write as much as I can during my holidays. Not planning for a lot of OC-ness for my OC. Review!