Author's note, please read!
So... The latest chapter has -to this date- NOT come out so we still don't know who holds the zanpaktou. BUT I still freaking hope it is Grimmjow! Therefore this story is painted as such. We still don't know if this will happen, and it is certain it will NOT. It's just me writing some small hopes. It's like "A prey in my memory" and "I'm still here", but this one from Ichigo's POV. I just wrote it because it's Ichigo's birthday~~ So happy birthday to him XD
Characters are property of Tite Kubo, I own nothing more then the story in itself ^^
The voices echoed, letting fear etch itself deep inside Ichigo.
He could hear the panicked screams from dying soul reapers, many of them crying out that he would come there and save them. He raised his sword towards the black wall of his cage, he kept slashing even though nothing happened and he even used his Getsuga Tenshou, but to no avail.
He felt hopeless, as if this was finally it. Nothingness would seep through his entire existance and all that he fought for was gone. The enemy would win an unfair battle and the world would change.
Ichigo lowered his weapon and stared at the blackness, hoping it would swallow him whole and the voices would fade. People he cared for was dying and he could do nothing but listen.
Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise, a blade pierced through the darkness and a familiar reiatsu sweeped around him like a blanket. As the darkness cracked and shattered he saw blue, part of a mask at the jaw of the man in front of him and Ichigo's mind raced a mile.
"That's just pathetic, soul reaper."
The man's voice was hoarse and mocking, letting Ichigo's mind wrap around a short memory.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo exclaimed.
The man grinned at him, knowing full well that he had just saved Ichigo's sorry ass. All Ichigo could do was stare, wondering why. But then once more screams was heard over the phone Ichigo was carrying and he looked at Grimmjow. Friend or foe?
Grimmjow sheathed his sword after a few seconds, but continued to grin. Ichigo eyed him warily before he turned and looked back at his friends. Urahara was tending to Orihime and Chad, and as he saw Ichigo look at him, he raised his hand to tell him to leave.
Ichigo turned back towards Grimmjow, wanting to ask him why but the other has turned his back towards him. There were no need for questions now, they could come later and Ichigo knew that for this sole moment, he could trust the previous espada. But the moment the battle was over, Grimmjow would probably turn back to fighting Ichigo and when Ichigo's eyes landed on the Quincy he had just fought, he knew that Grimmjow was a lot stronger than before.
But for now, he would leave to Soul Society with Grimmjow, trying to turn the tables and perhaps they could save people. But the question was still there, Grimmjow had nothing to gain from helping Ichigo, so why?
"Stop thinking, you're not very good at it."
Ichigo nodded before the words Grimmjow had spoken sank in.
"What the..." Ichigo didn't get further as Grimmjow looked at him over his shoulder.
"We leaving or not?" Grimmjow asked and Ichigo stopped glaring at him.
Ichigo turned towards the opening Urahara had made, they would leave and hopefully they would not be too late. He sprinted forward, Grimmjow right behind him and Ichigo could feel the old resentments be pulled aside for now.
"Don't get too hopefull Ichigo." That voice... from deep inside himself. "The moment it's done, he will kill you, unless you have help from me."
The giggle that followed confirmed Ichigo's thought, HE was still there as well.