Author's Note: Hello, readers of my story! Basically, I decided that I'd start things off on by posting a quick one shot, basically a musing of Grimmjow's. Remember, I accept all feedback, so read and review! Enjoy! c:
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor do I own Grimmjow. I do, however, own a Grimmjow keychain. It's not the same, but it's close enough.
It should've been sunny. That's what the man inside the talking box said. Instead, it was pouring water from the sky.
Water.
I never had any of that in Hueco Mundo. Here, it doesn't seem to stop. So much water, it felt like I was drowning.
…Drowning in the strange foreign water that wasn't even supposed to be there.
Water.
A substance I couldn't cut down with my sword. An enemy I couldn't defeat, regardless of rank. I might be the Sexta Espada, but to the rain, I am nothing.
Helpless.
That's a word I'd never use to describe myself, but against the rain… Against the rest of this new, foreign world, that's all I'll ever be.
And in the back of my mind, I can still hear Aizen's mocking tone, telling me that all cats fear the rain.
