Allay pain.
/So how far must I go back to find my inner peace? Will you tell me?/
/'Cause all my thoughts are just so vivid that it pains me now to remember/
/But I can admit, for it's always been so clear/
/We were never meant to be, so I left and did not shed one tear…/
~~~Chapter 2: Odio-hate~~~
"I can make life very difficult for you," the Soul reaper threatened, her hands that gripped the bars of the cell were white at the knuckles. Her evident fury emanated off of her in waves, if Grimmjow had been any less than what he was, he'd have been very frightened of her indeed. As it was…he couldn't help but think her fascinating, the way…her violet eyes glared so hard at Ulquiorra and the tautness of her jaw…no what he really wanted was her to be looking at him like that. With that expression of loathing, of hate in its natural setting, yes…that's right.
Soul reapers and Hollows are natural enemies.
One eats souls the other saves them.
~~~Chapter2: Odio-hate ~~~
Rukia finally slid her gaze down to the other occupant of the cell, Grimmjow. Her first instinct about him was the same as Ulquiorra. Instant loathing upon sight; her violet eyes met his large teal blue ones; she read no hostility in his demeanor currently. He was just…watching her. In the way a predator stalks its prey before pouncing on them…her skin crawled unpleasantly; here was the Arrancar whom had wounded her so badly on their first encounter. The former Sexta Espada.
Without the piece of jawbone on the side of his mouth and not being able to view the hole going straight through his body…she would have been the last to admit it but…he looked very much like any other human or Soul reaper that she knew, make it rather cute at that.
Not that Ulquiorra was that bad either. His partial bone helmet had been taken off and he now looked around without much interest from her to the tiny desk visible from the cell. What could they be thinking…? Clearing her throat slightly, Rukia got their attention, "due to a shortage of available guards, I will now be taking over that duty. I expect nothing less than perfect behavior from you two…in cases where you may overstep your bounds, know that I will report you and you will be executed."
She was proud of herself; she'd spoken in tones of authority yet not once it seemed had to raise her voice to be heard. "Trash," Ulquiorra interrupted, as he was wont to do. Rukia fought off the overwhelming desire to march in there and wring his skinny neck. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she replied, "What is it, Ulquiorra?"
His bright eyes left her face and traveled over to Grimmjow, "may I be moved to another cell? This one has too much trash in it." Once Grimmjow, who took offence at any little thing got riled up…forget it. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, ULQUIORRA?" he roared. In seconds the two were at each other's throats and Rukia was obliged to break it up by herself…oh Gods she sensed long tribulation filled days ahead of her.
~~~Chapter2: Odio-hate~~~
Mid-way through the first week, she was obliged to admit that it was Ulquiorra who picked the fights not Grimmjow the way one is lead to believe. Despite his unassuming stoic façade, Ulquiorra was able to cause much trouble between outright refusing to eat the food he was given and then hurtling it to the floor when Rukia dared to suggest that maybe he'd prefer to starve to death?
And of course it was she whom had the unappealing task of leading the now powerless Arrancars out of their cell and then cleaning it with a mop while they stood by looking. Good Gods was the Soulsociety so lacking in regular Soul reapers as to have a war veteran-for that was how she perceived herself as-doing simple menial labor such as this? Her heart cried out. All the time, she could feel Grimmjow's unnatural teal blue eyes openly gaping at her as she bent over, scrubbing at a particularly difficult spot on the floor.
Damn him, she cursed in her thoughts. Her hands began to ache, absentmindedly she brushed back her usual raven lock that always hung down onto her face, but like always it remained stubbornly in place.
~~~Chapter2: Odio-hate~~~
Grimmjow watched her move with ease, pushing the rag mop around the floor with a determination not unwholly born of her current infuriation. Her eyes were fixed now, slightly glazed as if she was recalling something…perhaps some pleasant memory the likes of which, the Humans always put such stock in?
Whatever it was…he didn't like it.
The look-her look-he felt should always be that of supreme annoyance and almost anger. To see this curious exhibit of a near smile gracing her delicate features was just too much to bear. Unfortunately the only object around that Grimmjow could possibly vent his frustration on was Ulquiorra. The former Cuatro merely leaned against the wall facing the cell, his bright eyes closed and his arms crossed the best they could due to the heavy cuffs encasing them.
How he could day in day out still show the same unperturbed attitude, Grimmjow had no idea. Tired of puzzling Ulquiorra's mental state, he turned once more to the Soul reaper standing in the middle of the cell leaning on the mop handle, her eyes were shut like Ulquiorra's, and from the softer look displayed in her expression seemed to be in the sweetest reminiscence about something…or someone.
No. He most definitely didn't like it.
In fact…whatever this peculiar alien sensation of discontent originated from he had cause to guess. So as for that, he could only declare his undying hatred of the Soul reapers and particularly of this girl. Yes indeed, he hated Rukia Kuchiki…
~~~To be continued~~~
A/N: please review.