The Past Forever
GrimmIchi Angst One-shot Fanfiction
Warnings: GrimmIchi, Mpreg, angst
Disclaimer, I do not own Bleach, nor do I own the characters Ichigo, Rukia, and Grimmjow. The little one Ichigo has is mine though.
Let the story commence…
He sat. Gazing, into the paper as if, it spoke the truths he needed.
'Where did you go. Why aren't you here. Is this all real?
He stood. Clutching the paper, he caressed it onto his upper lip, letting it remain in his touch. Never too move.
'I need you to tell me.'
The scent of the crinkled linen spoke the very truth he needed. It was his. The one, he once called his own.
Moving the paper to where he could gaze into its depth's, its words.
He let his eyes wander over the paper, scouring ever centimeter, every millimeter of it, whilst he rubbed his bulging stomach, pretending it was his touch.
"Dear Ichigo," This was definitely his handwriting. Every slight curve, the way he never crossed his t's in the right spot. This was his alright. But this letter would forever be the orangnet's to keep.
Imagining his voice reading it himself, he continued further down the paper, again sitting down in the pine chair with a groan and a creak.
"If you're reading this…you know what has happened…Though I never intended it to be this way…
I will never regret the time I spent with you.
Neither will I ever regret making the decision to be with you forever.
What I regret the most though, is not being with you to raise the life we made together.
I hope you will raise them well. Though I am not there to hold them, to play with them, to teach them, let them know that I already love them with all of my heart.
And you, Ichigo…The day we married, I made you a promise. And, I promised I would never break that very promise. "I will always be there for you, through the bad and the good. In sickness and health. Through all of our hardships." Even as we are apart, I will never leave you.
I love you so much. Please, stay strong, we will be together again one day.
Grimmjow"
He let the paper fall to the ground in a flutter, along with the fresh tears running down his face.
He barely heard the soft click of the door behind him opening, the touch of the hand of his best friend on his shoulder, as if in grief as well.
"At least you have something to remember him by, Ichigo." The graceful voice of his shortened, raven black hair friend sounded even beautiful in sadness.
"…Why…? It wasn't….It wasn't supposed to be like this…!" He sputtered through the icy tears, that ran over the pale face that looked as if he hadn't slept in years.
"I should be there with him…! This wasn't supposed to happen!" A few hiccups filled the awkward silence that followed.
"I know you miss him a lot Ichigo, but you have to remember one thing." He saw through the entangled orange bangs covering his face the warm, midnight purple gaze of his friend.
"He is a living soul. There is no way you can meet again until he dies himself."
End…?
Just a little something I had written in the spur of the moment. Major plot twist I know. I just wanted to write something misleading for a change…
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