Grimmjow growled as he rolled onto his back; moving his arm over his eyes as images continuously flashed through his mind; he was unable to get the thoughts of Piri out of his mind.

Her stormy grey eyes swirling with emotions, the way they changed to a beautiful silver when she was happy, it was unforgettable to him, forever burned into his mind.

The way her cherry red hair remained untamable, a waterfall of red over her pale skinned shoulders, enticing him to touch though he never did, he would never make her uncomfortable.

"Grimmjow…? Is that you? Help…please! We're in a h-"

He grit his teeth as he recalled the moment that shattered him, her desperate plea for help, the last time she ever spoke to him consciously, it wasn't Starrk she had asked for, it was his name she called for, it was him that she begged for help and because of him, two years ago, she lost her memory with little chance of ever getting it back.

"Fuck…" He whispered brokenly, sitting up slowly and running his hand through his hair, he'd found it difficult to move on, he never forgot her or the way she acted around him; if Ulquiorra had just left her alone, they might even be together by now, she had been comfortable changing in front of him for god's sake and he never got the chance to act on it.

That wasn't all he regretted either, he shouldn't have left her, after Urahara had said she lost her memory, Grimmjow couldn't cope, he had a chance to make up for the pain he had caused her and he took it, he left her so that she could build a life of her own, without the fear of being hurt again.

"Grimmjow, you alright?" Starrk asked, poking his head into Grimmjow's room, causing him to grunt and nod slowly, getting off of his bed; he needed some fresh air, he needed time to think, to clear his head a bit and hopefully get Piri out of his mind for a little while.

"Yeah…just fuckin' peachy" He muttered quietly, letting out a deep breath before going to his draws, pulling on a black, loose button up shirt, leaving three buttons undone; Grimmjow couldn't give two shits what he looked like right now.

"Alright…guessing I'll see you in another hour or two?" Starrk asked, raising an eyebrow at his moody friend; he suspected that Grimmjow had been thinking of Piri again, that was normally what caused his bad moods, not that he could blame him; Starrk missed her too, he missed the way she made Grimmjow smile.

"Yeah, maybe" Grimmjow grunted, pushing past Starrk and making his way through the house, shoving his hands into his pockets; a glare fixated to the ground in front of him.

Grimmjow knew he shouldn't take his anger out on Starrk but he couldn't help it, thinking of her hurt and when Grimmjow was hurt, he lashed out at everyone, no matter who it was.

Aside from seeing her with his own two eyes, the only thing that would make him feel better would be for him to go for a walk and clear his head, it hadn't been working for the past few weeks which just made him edgier, he knew Starrk had noticed but he was hoping his friend would just keep his mouth shut.

Grimmjow was trying to get over her, he had been trying everything he could possibly think of to get her out of his mind but the guilt he felt just wasn't going away, it was just getting worse with time.

He looked up slowly as he stopped walking, ever since Piri had lost her memory, Starrk and Grimmjow had been living at her old house and Grimmjow often found himself standing where he was today; in the alleyway beside the night club near her house, where she had found him, where she had saved him.

"Why'd she have to go and save me….?" He whispered softly, staring at the bloodstained ground sadly, loneliness building up within his chest; he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms again, to keep her close to his chest.

"…Excuse me…?" A soft, familiar voice whispered, making Grimmjow stiffen; he knew that voice, that voice had been replaying in his mind for the past two years.

"Piri…" He whispered, turning slowly and looking towards the surprised girl; her grey eyes wide with shock, confusion swirling within them, she hadn't expected the man to say her name.

"Who are you…?" She frowned, grabbing at her simple white dress, taking a step back; if she had to run then she would.

"Fuck…wait, don't run…!" Grimmjow pleaded, his eyes screaming for her to stay with him; after all this time, she was here and she was alright; her hair was longer than it had been and she had grown slightly, filled out more.

"Who are you?" She repeated, a demanding tone in her voice; her eyes darkening, resembling storm clouds, a look he had missed dearly, the fact she had kept her attitude made him want to shout for joy.

"I…" Grimmjow trailed off, his eyes saddening as he realised he couldn't tell her about him; it would just put her in danger again, he wasn't going to put her in pain again.

"No one…I'm no one…" He muttered softly, turning and walking through the alleyway and to the other side; at least now he knew she was alright, Urahara had kept his word, she was safe and sound.

"Hey…wait!" She called out, her light footsteps echoing around the alleyway as she followed after him, she wasn't sure what it was but something about him made her want to get to know him more; it was as if she needed to know him.

"Go away little girl" He bit out roughly, turning his head to glare back at her, his blue eyes like glaciers; causing her to stop running, her hands moving to her chest, above her heart which had started to race.

His eyes looked so familiar to her, like she'd seen them before a long time ago; Piri couldn't be sure though, if she had seen such beautiful eyes then she would have remembered them, they were unforgettable, such a beautiful shade of blue.

"Grimmy…"