Title: Asistolia.
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Paring: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra/Grimmjow; (Minor) Grimmjow/Ichigo.
Warnings: Rating is for something just not yet though.
Genre: Romance/Drama.
Author notes: I guess, err... kind of the story writing itself without my help? I dunno where this is going... kinda. Please bear with me the IchiGrimm, it will be gone right away... almost, but it will be.
i. Flashback.
Black and white
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His knocks in the door had been rather brusque but fuck all the humans' rules of politeness and shit.
After a while, though. The door opened slightly and Ichigo stood there slightly surprised to see him –the bastard hadn't thought he would die that easy, had he?
"You?" The shinigami stared wide-eyed. "What the-?"
"I can make it return." His voice sounded strained and rough, cutting in –he was tired and he didn't have enough spiritual power to keep sustaining this human body anymore.
"Your hollow at least," He pressed, leaning in the wall next to ichigo's door frame. This was his only chance and he had to make it work… somehow, before passing out. Dammit. "The Zanpakutou, ain´t in my hands, though." He was panting now.
Ichigo stoped -how had the espada known?- and narrowed his eyes, distrust gleaming in his gaze, not enough to adopt a fighting stance -given Grimmjow appearance was laughable- but still caution-full. "Make it quick." He said then, crossing his arms -there was nothing more to lose...
"Tche." Grimmjow tightened his fists, his focus blurring. "Fucking shinigami" he hissed, complying. "There's a form but…" Grimmjow smirked at this, all teeth and bloodlust and raged clothes. On the brighter side of the things… well, if all worked according to plans, he could always revive his old pleasurable acquaintance with the red head –that had been a good fuck, hadn't been worth his arm, though. "Ya will need me from that."
Ichigo frowned –judging his options, having a war within himself.
And after what seemed an eternity...
"Fine." Ichigo conceded, a smirk spreading in his own lips just as well -his eyes though, just as guarded as the begining- "Just so ya know, I took pity on scared little kitties" He added mockingly.
"Listen here, ya, little piece of shit." Grimmjow growled, turning to hit the other part of the wall with his hands clenched hard –leaving Ichigo trapped between himself and the closed door behind.
"I-" He continued and was just about to make a threat, a very gory one to say, when it happened…
"I would advice you to stop your shameful ordeal, sexta. That, if you still preserve a minimum of pride in you."
And, here was when Grimmjow jumped and waked and what the fuck?
He was sure that last part hadn't gone like that –the berry had taken him in after all and Ulquiorra had been dead all along.
He stared at his surroundings. Still fucking white and now he was also part of the decoration, it seemed… if the change in his clothes and the needle in his arm –in his blood- was anything to go by. The bed was soft at least.
Blood, he thought. What he had been and no longer was…
He shook his head -the green.
The green had done it, quite simple as that. That man and his eyes -he had seen a flash of green right there in those eyes before all went dark- as well as the voice that had sounded so much like…
i. "The reasons are highly insignificant to me, Sexta." Ulquiorra stated, stoic –lifeless green eyes regarding him with analytic process- and yet the force in his grip when he slammed him against one of the multiple walls of Las noches, Grimmjow was sure was the one of a much disrupted opponent.
"Ya fucking pissed ´cause I ain´t yar little bitch anymore." Grimmjow spat, heaving –frustrated- and with his neck about to break.
Paper pale fingers tightened even more at the sound of his words. He didn't have any air left to keep holding on and the crushing unleashed reiatsu of the Cuarta was starting have its effects on him. Fucking son of a-
"The shinigami," Ulquiorra paused at this, impassively. To then lean closer and whisper coldly in his ear. "Aizen-sama has ordered his annihilation by my hands."
And then Grimmjow felt the so much desired air hit finally his abused lungs as the pressure in his neck loosened and colossal reiatsu retracted back at his owner. He fell afterwards –back sliding the wall- and remained seated, trying to focus his gaze with his breath still unsteady.
Humans he had been told –sometime ago just before de the deed and surely afterwards as well- were, frail, weak… custom-made and yet complex creatures.
The things they sow were a trick from light if only to escape the monochrome...
It's been eight freaking years awkward as hell, trying to learn –so many things… human things- how to watch trough black and white that Grimmjow´s eyes have forgotten how to see in color.
A glassy shade of green –deep and rich and distant-
Grimmjow ruffled his hair –hysterically- with the hand that didn't had the needle in it, closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
So fucking green.
Ulquiorra stared at the papers in front of his eyes –glacial green, reading calmly although efficiently– and nodded, as he was given another ton of the same to keep signing.
"That will be all, Cifer-sama" The nurse said, politely –almost shyly at the strange yet frightening patron.
He handed back the papers and slipped inside the black coat he had arrived in, unforgivable winter was this season, after all. –his clothes already changed, black slacks and long sleeves white t-shirt.
"I have a request." He said still, at the nurse fidgeting and folding all the forms he had filled for his staying in the hospital.
She blinked and proceeded to bob her head repeatedly, albeit bungling. "O-of course, sir."
"If it happens," He ceased, turning and looking at the opened doors of the reception -snow was falling quietly outside. "a man asking for my situation or home-direction, I apply to silence if you will."
"Y-yes, discretion… I got it, sir." She replied as if she was in the army and not in a health-care center.
He only contemplated her sideways, before nodding once again –shoving his hands inside the coat to began and advance at the door.
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[Blue skies from pain?]
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