Warning: GrimmIchi
A/N: My attempt at this drabble/ficlet(idk what it is) will be completely half-assed. It's not even a decent length. I just wanna get five fics out by the end of this year so I can start my beta profile. But if by any chance you guys DO like it, then I may do a real story for it. IDK. kthnxbye.
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Numb fingers curled around wires of a chainlink fence, tears spilling down the cheeks of a orange haired boy only sixteen. The freezing wind stung his eyes and face, but he barely felt anything. Freezing drops of rain pelting his unappropriately dressed figure, soaking his thin cotton tee-shirt, cargo shorts, and worn Converse that only reached his ankles.
Why? Why him, of all people? And my mother, too! Why not me for them? Haven't the gods taken enough from me already? the teen thought bitterly, curling his hand into a fist and smashing it against the rusted fence again and again, bloodying his knuckles. The chainlinks squeaked in protest, shaking from the impact. Curse the gods... Curse them all!
Forcing his eyes open against the wind and rain, the adolescent blinked. There, by the swings on the other side of the fence, was a blue haired boy the redhead believed he lost, sitting on the swings of the old playground. But was it really him? Yes, there was that famous smirk, the same build, the same scar on his chest peeking out from a black collared, white army style jacket. But his eyes... those mesmerizing eyes the redhead had learned to love were dull and empty. Nevertheless, it was him.
Fingers trembling, the redheaded climbed the fence, hopping over the top. His sneakers were covered in mud already, and the gloopy substance splashed up onto his shins when he jumped off the fence, but he didn't care.
Racing across the slippery grass and mud, he desperately tried to reach the blue haired boy. The redhead screamed his friend's name, but his voice was hoarse and thick with tears. Again and again he tried, but nothing would come out.
The teal eyed boy smiled sadly and reached a hand out. Now that the redhead was closer, he saw that the bigger teen had grown his hair out so that it reached to the back of his knees and he was able to sit on it.
"Ichigo," the other teen whispered, "Ichigo, come here."
Ichigo's tears split from his eyes. God, he missed that voice. "G-Grimmjow?" The teal boy nodded and beckoned Ichigo closer.
But when Ichigo grabbed his lover's hand, the whole form melted away and the redhead wanted to cry, but there were no tears left in him.
Sinking to his knees, Ichigo's body shook with sobs, the rain acting as tears. Turning his face to the sky, Ichigo then screamed, taking his anger out on the grass below him, ripping out tufts.
Why him?
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Grimmjow and Ichigo: ... WTF?
Kurami: -.- I told you guys it wouldn't be good. I just wanted to get something out so I could start my beta profile.
Ichigo: And so you had to make Grimmjow die?
Kurami: Well... Yeah. My plot bunnies are lazy and all they produced from their lazy humping was Grimmjow dying so...
Grimmjow: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL? I AL-FUCKING-READY DIED IN THE MANGA AND ANIME! YOU CAN'T KILL ME NOW.
Kurami: *cries in the corner and sulks* I love you Grimm-Kitty... *turns Tamaki puppy eyes and pouts at Grimmjow*
Grimmjow: *throws a chair at Kurami*
Kurami: R&R?
Grimmjow: *snarls* You don't deserve them!
Ichigo: Has everyone forgotten about me...?
