5 years later
"Come on, we're going to miss it!" I said pulling Grimmjow along.
He scoffed but didn't resist as I lead us through the crowd. With a lot of begging and convincing, my father had finally let me come to the world of the living. Mom had told me about this celebrations that she'd heard about that the American's had. Something about a war being won and independence but that didn't catch my attention. What did was the fireworks that she'd explained as bits of colorful fire exploding in the sky. I'd wanted to see them, but since my father held no interest in human affairs he didn't want to come. He told me I needed an escort. I chose Grimmjow and the last I'd heard from my parents, they were arguing about my choice.
I could never figure out why my father hated Grimmjow so much, or why he thought he was a danger. Grimmjow was a big softy who hadn't even looked at me with anger. Just minor annoyance, like right then as I dragged him to a secluded area where the view was perfect.
"When are they supposed to start?" I asked in excitement.
"Soon." He responded bluntly.
"The sky here is really pretty." I said watching the stars twinkle above us.
"Hn." He grunted kicking at a pebble.
"You're so grumpy, cheer up! I can't have my future husband being all grumpy forever." I teased.
"Your future husband? Says who?" He asked nudging me a bit.
"I say." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Even if I did want to marry you, your father wouldn't allow it." He said taking a seat on the ground.
"Then we'll run away together." I said taking a seat next to him.
"Alright Princess, when your older, we'll get married. Even if we have to run away together. But you have to do something for me first." He said not looking at me.
"And what's that?" I asked, leaning forward.
He sat there for a minute and looked at the ground. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out leather string fixed with a small pendant.
"Hold on to this necklace for me, I got it from one of those stands. If you can keep it safe then I'll marry you." He said placing it over my head.
"Deal, I'll protect it with my life." I said grinning.
Suddenly the sky was lit up by the fireworks. They were all sorts of colors, reds, yellows, greens, and even blue. I glanced at Grimmjow very pleased with the pink patch in his hair. After dumping paint on him and staining his hair I told him I liked the pink on him. Since then he'd alway kept a medium sized patch dyed the color. I wasn't a fan of the color itself just the way it looked against his hair.
When we finally got back to Los Noches it was late. My father ordered me to bed and "asked" to have a word with Grimmjow. I knew the drill by now, he'd tell Grimmjow to stay away from me and then my mother would pop out of nowhere and tell him otherwise. I thought the only reason that my father hadn't killed Grimmjow was because he was my mom's friend. Plus, my mom wasn't a fan of senseless killing.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Gin said from behind me.
Startled I whirled around.
"Stop that." I demanded.
"Why? It's so much fun to sneak up on you and Libra." He said chuckling.
"For you maybe." I snapped.
"I came to see you for a reason though." He said, smile turning to a frown.
"And what would that be?" I asked, curiosity peeking.
"Captain Aizen asked me to follow you two tonight. Do you really want to marry Grimmjow?" He asked.
"Yes, he's been my best friend since I was a kid." I said.
"I thought I was your best friend." He said cocking his head.
"No, you're my favorite uncle." I said laughing.
"Alright, but if you really want to marry him and not Ulquiorra then I'll help you." He said.
"That's a while from now. You'd really go against my father?" I asked.
"Well yes, I like you and your mom more than I do him. You two make it fun here, make everything worth it." He said grinning again.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"I'll tell you when you're older." He said patting my head before disappearing.
I shook my head and continued down the hallway to my room. Gin had always seemed more hateful around my father but when he wasn't there Gin was more calm and open. That's how it always seemed to me, anyway. Same went for Grimmjow. Everyone said he was very violent and brash but when Mom or I were around he wasn't like that. That's why my father wanted me to marry Ulquiorra when I got old enough.
I laid down in my bed and felt myself drifting off almost immediately. Before my eyes shut for the last time that night, I fingered the pendant and sighed content.