sorry I haven't updated Kidnappings and Love in a while, but I've been really busy with school. That, and I have writer's block.

On the other hand, I have so many plots, story ideas, rough drafts, and parts of chapters written out for some things I came up with while on a weekend trip to Fayetteville, Arkansas to visit a friend. We went to a con and I got so many ideas, I thought my head was going to explode. My friend said he wondered how I didn't get them mixed up.

God I'm so ADHD. ANYways, here I am, with the PrOlOgUe to one of those new stories! Yay!

Grimmichi

Never Forget Me

PROLOUGE

Grimmjow and Ichigo were such good friends. Since they were born, they'd been together. They did everything together; played at the park, went to birthday parties and sleepovers, if one got sick, the other stayed beside him. They were the best friends that any friends could be and they were friendly to everyone around them, too. They never wanted to be apart. But, when they were six, Ichigo had to move away. His father got a job offer at a big hospital in New York and took it. So, Ichigo, his mother and father, and his younger sisters moved to America…before the two boys could even say goodbye. Grimmjow and Ichigo were both devastated to have had the other ripped from their grasp. All contact with the other lost, they still haven't seen each other in ten years. But, never have they forgotten each other…

-Ichigo-

Ten years ago, I moved to America. Throughout those years, I kept up practice in speaking Japanese. My father told me that when I turned sixteen, he'd pay for me to go back to Japan. And I turn sixteen in three days. So, he's sending me back early.

A lot happened while I was in America. First of all, about three weeks after we moved to America, my mother fell down the stairs and when she landed at the bottom, she landed so that the very last stair snapped her brain stem. She…she died. It devastated us all, but we got through it. After that, I just…stopped smiling, I guess. I didn't have very many reasons to smile. Sure, I made a few friends, Chado and Shinji, but that's just because they liked the fact that I kept quiet as well. Now, though, I'm going back to Japan. Shinji and Chad are actually coming with me because Shinji moved here when he was ten, but still knew Japanese and wanted to go back and Chad had always wanted to go. So, now, we're on a plane to Japan.

I know my chances to see my blue-haired childhood friend are slim to none, and I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but truthfully, I can't bring myself to bring my hopes down from their place in the clouds.

-Grimmjow-

I don't remember much from when I was a tiny child. Nothing at all, really. But…there was always this one thing – or who, I should say – that I remember perfectly. From his bright orange hair to the scar on his left cheek from when we were climbing trees and he fell. From his barely visible freckles to his bright, wide chocolate eyes. He was my best friend, who I was with since birth, but ten years ago, I lost all contact with him when he moved away to America.

I lost my happiness in life after that. I mean, I was an accident, so my parents hated me. They abandoned me two years ago, when I turned fourteen. Like, literally on my birthday. Haven't seen them since. Anyways, after Ichigo left, I didn't smile, when I entered school, my grades were never any good, I started getting into fights. My life just went downhill. When I was about thirteen, I met some other delinquents like me. Nnoitra, a six-foot-seven, skinny mother fucker, Ulquiorra, a five-foot-two pale, quiet ass, and Starrk, a five-foot-eleven, always fucking sleepy or sleeping fucker. I have strange friends. I started hanging out with them when Nnoitra and I got into a fight and I won. He grinned at me and asked me to join their group. Since then, they've been my brothers.

I gotta tell you, truthfully, every time I see a read head of hair walking through a crowd, I go after them. Whether it's long hair or short, I go after it. Never once have I actually seen his face on any of those people, but then again, I still try – still hope. It's useless, I know. But I can't stop myself from wanting him to come back. To make me stop fighting when people talked about me or my hair like he used to. I can't help but want him to come and I stay the night at his house, staying up all night and sneaking around, looking for sweets in the kitchen.

But, I guess the next best thing is happening today. I'm going to the airport so we can pick up my younger sister. We used to be so close. I mean, not as close as Ichigo and I were, but we were close. And when my parents ditched me, they took her too. They apparently took pity on her because I suddenly got a call from her yesterday telling me that she was coming to live with me and my friends in the penthouse suite my parents left me (because, despite being assholes, they're rich mother fuckers). Of course, my friends love her. She's two years younger than us, but she's amazing. She can even make fucking Ulquiorra smile. It's quite funny. So, she's now coming to live with us in the giant apartment we have (thank god I've got four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Starrk offered to take the couch – I swear that fucker can sleep anywhere. And I'm pretty sure none of us guys could stand to share a bathroom with a girl.) and everyone's excited.

I just can't shake the feeling something's gonna happen.

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KK, love you! & Thanks for reading!

- T