Title: Letting Go

Rating: PG

Characters: Grimmjow, others mentioned


He would not be looked down on.

Not by Aizen, and certainly not by this upstart kid of a Soul Reaper.

Once Grimmjow had stood at the top of the world, had been the king. But now he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Just living was taking all of his effort, let alone fighting. He could hear everything, Yammy's reveal, the fight. He didn't care though, it didn't matter. Was Ichigo even alive? He didn't know. "Not done." The words barely left his lip and clenching his fist made the pain rake his body aknew.

The truth was, he'd lost. Maybe. No, he had lost before Nnoitra had stepped in, the bastard. Didn't matter. Nothing did, but getting another go, another chance to prove that he was the best, the king. That word kept ringing in his mind, king. Maybe because it was his word, not the kid's, not Aizen's. Ichigo wanted to win. Aizen wanted to be God. But it was Grimmjow that wanted to be the king and the title was his.

Or would be, if he hadn't lost. If that Soul Reaper hadn't taken him down from his metaphorical tower and sent the whole structure crashing down. And even if they fought again, one more time, a hundred more times, Grimmjow knew that castle couldn't be rebuilt. Maybe he should just let go. But he couldn't, because how can you just let go of being on top?

But as the sounds of the fight drew on and what little he could see began to go fuzzy, Grimmjow thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be able to let go.

A/N: Can't believe I've never written a Bleach fanfiction before. It's one of my favorite series.

Anywho, feel free to review or something. :] Also, I do consider requests for certain characters or themes.