Sorry I've been missing for so long.
An alien called disease kidnapped me, but I'm better now. Kind of
So here it comes, the next part. Pwetty pwease show some love? *w*
Mission to destroy Karakura Town had predictably failed. Las Noches's white soldiers were now back in their darkness, where they belonged. And if things were getting worse, then they sure would be at their peak by this time between Grimmjow and his little pink panther.
Walking along the long corridors, all he heard when passing by her were echoing steps and her faint foxy giggle, losing itself in this great, imposing and dark hall.
It drove him mad, it really did.
It went by okay, for the next few days. He and her used to hide into Aizen's sunny artificial site and play around with booze and their own bodies.
It was the same as always, she laughed and laughed and he.. got wilder and wilder. Soon it was a short step for him from becoming a beast all along, the beast he was when he came here. But for the moment he kept feeling like a stray cat.
It was fun and all, but it was like a boring burden. And to top it, he had no explanation for this happening.
"Taka, what the heck's wrong with you?" he said after hard love-making labor, dressing his sweaty hakama. "Sometimes, I just think you crazy in your minds."
"Well maybe I really am. " she said giggling, licking ever so seductively her tiny, clear lips.
"See what I mean?" he growled at her, grabbing her by her collar. "You always laugh, aren't you tired of it? You know it makes me mad. And besides, you're kind of blind. Figure it out around you, not everything is honey and milk, how can you laugh?"
For a moment her face stopped giggling, laughing, all of it disappeared into mimics of emotional destruction and anger. He raised an eyebrow of curiosity.
Was this happening? It yes, it was pretty unreal.
"You're just a wanker, you bitch. " she yelled in his face and stormed away, out of the shinny, giggly place.
Curiosity was all over Grimmjow's mind. What was all this story about?
Espadas were supposed to kill and fight, not fuck and be all sweet and sugary. And here he was, concerned with a girl, fucking her, trying to find out about her life, why she'd storm out like that and all the reasons why she smiled all the time, all this entire time laughing and giggling.
And it was sure to crack his brains, all this thinking.
