Author's Note: Well here's a brand new angst GrimmIchi story that I made while listening to "Breaking the Habit" by Linkin Park.
Disclaimer: Woops! Almost forgot! I don't own Bleach.
We're both idiots. We pushed through with our plan even though we knew we were never meant to be.
Hell, anyone could see that we were never meant for each other. I mean, we're both fucking men, we're enemies on two polar sides who tried killing each other multiple times and almost succeeded, and just a few months ago we both suddenly figured out we loved each other and before we knew it, we were fucking each other into the ground and now, were running away from the entire Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.
But still, thanks to us being the fucking idiots we are, we don't care as long as we go through this together, dead or alive.
When did I become so fucking sappy?
Che, who cares? I still can't believe he loves me so much, me a demon, to be able to go against his family and friends.
As much as I'd hate to think so, I don't deserve this shit called happiness. I mean there are a hell of a lot of people who've done more to deserve this more than me.
But some asshole up there decides that I did something heroic enough to get a mate loyal, hot, smart and strong enough for anyone to deny. Who knows, maybe I saved a cat or something?
Shit. Those bastards are catching up to us now. I smirked as I got the orange haired teen whom I've learned to love so much, and gave him one last chaste kiss that said so many unsaid things as they killed us both in one strike.
Hey, at least we both died happily, while hearing the most cheesy but special words in the entire world,
"I love you Ichigo"
"I love you Grimmjow"
Grimmjow smiled as he remembered that very last memory from his past life. But as sweet as those memories were, there was a more important thing that needed his attention. Oh, I don't know, maybe a fucking hot berry on his bed, naked, with his legs spread out waiting for him to enter his tight ass.
But Grimmjow was sure of one thing, he was one damn lucky guy. Who knows, maybe the cat Grimmjow saved was a magical cat?
Author's Note: I laughed at the end and I hope you guys did to. I'm actually taking a special writing class and my teacher gave us this paper about how to begin and end a story, so I tried "A laugh". I also felt guilty with all the angst I've been writing so I decided to add some humor.
P.S. Just in case you were wondering, reincarnated Grimmjow and Ichigo aren't Espada or Shinigami anymore, that shit doesn't exist anymore but they're still both guys. Oh, and they used to hate each others guts.