More Than That Chapter 1: 1-3, a bleach fanfic

She doesn't know how she got to this place called Hueco Mundo let alone who or what these people are around her. Being trapped in a heartless and dark colored world is one thing, but being trapped when you're blind is another.

More Than That

I _So Cold

Walking down a hallway never made her feel so cold and numb. Their echoing footsteps rang through her ears. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know who or what they were, or where they were taking her.

They had untied her wrists when they got inside, but made her walk between two of the four of them.

She could see the glow of their souls, the color. All four of them had a dark color and a dark glow.

"Keep moving," One told her with a lisp as he shoved her forward. Her bare feet patted against the cool tile floor.

"What is the meaning of this Shawlong?" She heard a new voice and "saw" new colors around her. She was able to see this way. People had each an individual color. Everything else was black.

"We found her wandering outside of the palace, Aizen-sama," One of the four near her answered.

"I see," Aizen said. "What is your name, my dear?" He asked her. She saw that the man's color was an ominous shade of grey.

"I don't make a habit of giving my name to lowlifes," She told him. There were so many dark colors around her that she almost felt uneasy, but there was one color that stood out brightly among the dark ones.

"Watch your mouth," The one with the lisp slapped her. She didn't yelp or falter.

"It's all right D-Roy," Aizen told him.

"Since you're just dying to now, it's Wakane," She told Aizen. His color grew darker for a mere instant before returning to normal.

"Well Wakane, welcome to Hueco Mundo and to our palace, Las Noches." Aizen said with dark humor twisted into his words.

"I say we kill her!" A voice said with surliness. Wakane saw the bright color flicker.

"Grimmjow," Aizen looked at the Sexta Espada.

"Humans have no place here. Plus, what use would she be to us?" Grimmjow sneered at Wakane. Wakane looked towards him. Wakane wondered how it was possible for someone like him with that kind of attitude to have such a vivid color. "Whatcha looking at ya little bitch?" Grimmjow growled. Wakane didn't answer. Wakane saw his color become full flame then she turned her head. "Hey, I'm talkin' to you! And look at me when I'm talkin' to ya tramp." He snarled.

"I know your talking to me, I'm just ignoring you." Wakane grinned, "And I can't look at anything since I can't actually see."

Wakane felt a calloused hand grab her chin and lift her face. "Ha! Then a little kitten who's blind shouldn't talk so high. You're at our mercy." His fingers slipped away from her chin.

Wakane reached forward and found his chest. She laid her hand against it. She felt him tense slightly. Grimmjow's chest was muscular and warm, but Wakane felt that something was missing. Her blood would have run cold if she was one to be easily scared. She looked up at him even though she only could see his color in her dark world, "You have no heartbeat."

Grimmjow snarled and slapped her hand away, "Don't touch me, ya filthy human."

"Grimmjow," Aizen's voice filled Wakane's ears again. His color darkened even more.

"Yes?" Grimmjow answered. Wakane listened intently; she felt her fate in Hueco Mundo coming.

"I'm placing our guest in your charge. She will be your responsibility. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, My Lord," Grimmjow told him surly.

II_ Lithium

A week had passed since Wakane became a "guest" of the Arrancars. Grimmjow had explained to her about what he and the others were, where she was at, etc. Any other girl would be frightened, but Wakane wasn't. Nothing much scared her after all she had seen during her seeing days, before she lost her sight.

She sat in her room alone. She sat on the couch and stared at nothing. She started to sing…

"Lithium - don't want to lock me up inside
lithium - don't want to forget
how it feels without
lithium - I want to stay in love
with my sorrow
oh but God I want to let it go
Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone
couldn't hide the emptiness you let it show
never wanted it to be so cold
just didn't drink enough to say you love me
I can't hold on to me
wonder what's wrong with me
Lithium - don't want to lock me up inside
lithium - don't want to forget
how it feels without
lithium - I want to stay in love with my sorrow
Don't want to let it lay me down this time
drown my will to fly
here in the darkness I know myself
can't break free until I let it go
let me go
Darling, I forgive you after all
anything is better than to be alone
and in the end I guess I had to fall
always find my place among the ashes
I can't hold on to me
wonder what's wrong with me
Lithium - don't want to lock me up inside
lithium - don't want to forget
how it feels without
lithium - I want to stay in love with my sorrow
oh but God I want to let it go…"

She looked up when the door opened. She saw his color in the enterance. She saw a fiery aquamarine blue. "Did I wake you, Grimmjow?" She asked him. His room was next door to hers.

"What are you doing in here?" He wondered. She could hear footsteps coming towards her. She felt weight flop down on the other side of the couch.

"I was singing," Wakane answered as she reached for her glass of water. She ran her fingers lightly over the rim of the glass before picking it up. She took a long sip.

"Why?" Grimmjow ran his hand through his light blue hair. He watched her and thought that the girl was pretty pathetic.

"I don't know," She shrugged.

Grimmjow yawned, "Sing again."

"What?"

"I said, sing again," Grimmjow told her.

"Why?"

"Do what you're told," He snapped.

"Okay, okay, jeez," Wakane sat down her glass.

She took another sip of water, "There, you happy now?" There was no answer. "Grimmjow, Grimmjow, you alive over there?" Wakane asked. Wakane focused her hearing and heard steady breathing. Grimmjow's color was a soft glow of a candle flame. He was asleep. Wakane smiled lightly.

She navigated her way over to him with the sound of Grimmjow's breathing and his color as her guide. She lay down with her head in his lap. "Woman, you have three seconds to get the fuck off me," Grimmjow told her.

"Oh quit your threatening you big baby. I'm not hurting you," Wakane closed her eyes.

"I told you before that I don't want you touching me," Grimmjow pushed her off of him and she rolled off and onto the floor.

"What the hell is your problem?" Wakane stood up. "Why can't you just stop your bellyaching and go to sleep?"

"Why can't you keep your mouth shut, do what I tell ya and don't touch me?"

"Well, one because you're only to watch over me not boss me around, and two, you're on my couch." Wakane sat down beside him.

"Hmph," Grimmjow stood up and headed to the door.

"I didn't say that you had to leave," Wakane told him as she sipped more of her water. "I like your company despite your bad attitude. It's lonely being stuck in this room all day." His footsteps stopped. She turned her head in the direction of his color. "Do you come to see me because you get lonely Grimmjow?"

"I don't get lonely," Grimmjow answered.

"You're lying. Your color is sad. You're lonely."

"What shit are you blabbering?"

"Each individual has a color. That color is that person's soul. I can see your color better than anyone else's, your color is different. Your color stands out. Yours is bright as a flame but it's sad." Wakane told him.

His footsteps came towards her again. He flopped down on the couch, "I don't understand. I thought you were blind."

"I am blind."

"Then how can you see colors, how do you even know what colors are?"

"I wasn't always blind Grimmjow. I lost my sight when I was a little girl. As for seeing colors, I'm not sure how I can see them. That's how I can see you. Your color shows me where you are."

"How does my color look?"

Wakane smiled, "Beautiful."

III_ Be My Eyes

She opened the door to her room and peeped out. There were no colors in the hall, thus no one was around. She walked out into the hall and closed the door behind her. She made her way down the hallway with her hand gliding against the wall as a guide. She hummed to herself as her bare feet pattered against the tile floor.

She stopped when her hand slid off the wall when the wall came to an abrupt end. Wakane found the corner of the wall and followed the wall there. She gasped when she pitched forward. She had found the beginning of a stairwell.

Suddenly a strong sculpted and steady arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to where she could stand on two feet. She placed her arm around the arm that caught her. She turned her head to see a familiar color. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked as he unwound his arm from around her.

"I just thought I would go for a little leg stretch," Wakane answered turning to him.

"Well that little leg stretch almost sent you rolling down those fuckin' stairs." Grimmjow shoved his fists into his pockets. "Why didn't you just come and get me?"

They went down the stairs with Wakane hanging unto his arm and the railing. "I didn't want to bother you," Wakane said, she let go of both when they reached the bottom of the stairs. They began to walk aimlessly through Las Noches.

"I gotta look after ya remember? Even when I don't want to I have to make sure nothing happens to you." Grimmjow opened a door.

Wakane smiled, "You look after me because you want to."

"Whatcha talking about," He growled.

"Nothing, forget it."

"You don't make any sense when you talk woman," Grimmjow said.

"I make perfect sense. Like, for example, at times you are my eyes."

To Be Continued...

I wanted to make Wakane different from my other OCs so that's why I made her blind.