Luna Negra 4
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Chapter 4: Oh Lovely Bones, What I yearn to be...
Opening: Hometown Glory
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Unohana stood still, watching him.
He walked past her. "She's alive, he looked up and whispered, his blue eyes wide. He began jogging, then running, then sprinting.
She's here!
Unohana stood in the rain, not bothering to turn around. She let out a sigh, her eyes closing.
"Halt!" A group of armed men from the Stealth Corps jumped out of nowhere. They immediately surrounded him, clothed in black.
"Do not move! You are to be brought under custody!"
Grimmjow skidded to a halt momentarily before continuing on. "MOVE! OUTTA MY WAY!" he forcefully shoved two of them out of the way. "Hey!" One man scolded, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck in a vice grip.
Grimmjow began yelling and cursing, struggling against the mans grip. "Let go of me!"
"Let go of me!" He screamed, his voice reaching hysteria. "I have to see her!"
The man yelled when Grimmjow reared back, head butting him. He broke away, breathing hard and running away in the slippery rain.
He felt something hard hit him in the back of the head. He grunted, wide eyed before he crumpled to the ground. He struggled to get back up, but only succeeded in letting his arms slip in the mud, falling back with a thud. His eyelids were lowered, staring at the dirt and blades of grass as the rain fell on his mud-covered face.
He felt a weight in his back, and his arms being bound behind him. His eyes flickered,
feeling something puncture his neck. The fluid was pushed into his veins, and he breathed out, falling unconscious.
XxX
When he woke up, he didn't struggle. He was in a chair, surrounded by five shinigamis.
He was in dressed in a new white tank top and white pants.
He was covered in sweat, the salt droplets dripping off his strands of hair. He had a metal mask strapped around his mouth. That was probably how insane they thought he actually was.
The two men seized either side if his arm, and they walked down the hallway. His hair and his head drooped as he walked in between the guards.
His blue eyes suddenly opened, looking even more frightening with the metal mask concealing half of his face. They darted to the left, then the right.
They took him into a white room with no windows. it was very small, having enough room for a small table. The men forcefully laid him down, but he did not struggle. His expression was that of a calm man, staring blankly at the ceiling as they strapped him in. Black metal bands bound his arms, wrists, legs, feet, and torso.
They removed his mask, and he watched them as one jingled the keys in their fingers, locking the door and leaving him in a dim light.
He lay there for several minutes.
Then he began to move his mouth, manipulating something inside with his tongue. Through his teeth appeared a small paper clip. He spit it out unto his chest, his mind already quick at work. He moved his torso, trying with great difficulty to slide the paper clip across his body to his left hand.
He eventually managed to get the paper clip down to his pants, and he turned to the side, letting it slide with a clink onto the metal table. Using his long fingers, he speedily picked it up and began picking at the lock on his wrist.
He broke free. He whipped around and used his hand to break the other one, and then his torso and his feet. He slid off the table and crept towards the door. He peeped through the window, and the minute he saw the head of the night guard, he burst through, ramming his elbow into the mans nose. Blood burst forth and ran down the guard's chin, but the man had no time to yell. Grimmjow clasped his hands together and slammed his fists on the mans head, making him crumple to the ground instantaneously.
He got behind the guard and shuffled backwards, dragging the man towards his cell and throwing him in.
He grabbed a stick out of the mans belt, examining it momentarily. They probably weren't allowed to have swords around medical patients, so they used these wooden sticks to subdue the crazy ones.
'The crazy ones are always the smartest', Grimmjow thought to himself.
He crouched and ran down the white hallway, his bare feet padding stealthily against the cold floor. He gripped the stick with both his hands as his eyes darted from place to place.
He finally came to the double doors with "Laboratory" printed on the top. He peeked through the window and then pushed through, passing numerous vials and vases with bubbling fluids. He finally found what he wanted. His finger flicked three switches upward, and he watched as the sickly green liquid filled up the vials in the stand. He plucked out one, walking out the door and grabbing a large needle on the way out. He pushed through the door, jogging and keeping his eyes in front of him as he pushed the vile in the shot device, hearing a compressed click. The metal pushed into place and a small puff of smoke flew up.
Grimmjow burst through the door. A couple of nurses gasped, and one ran towards him. He kept walking as if there was nothing, brutally slamming the stick into the side of her head, knocking her out immediately.
A dark-haired one was already at the phone. "Main HQ, Security room 4 there is an emergen-
He slammed her into the wall, pressing the needle against her neck. She gasped shakily in shock, letting the phone slowly fall from her fingers. She watched him; her face was pale with fear, he could see it. "Don't make a sound." He hissed in her ear. "I ain't afraid to kill a woman." His words sent violent shivers down her spine.
The phone dangled by a cord on the table.
"Hello? Security room 4, hell-"
Grimmjow stomped his foot on the phone, breaking the cord with a snap of electricity.
"Nobody move!" He yelled loudly, dragging the frightened nurse by the collar to where everyone could see. He glanced at the control room, where the other women were frozen. "Put your hands behind your head!" Some nurses shakily did so. One tried to slowly approach him. "Grimmjow-San...lets try and think about this-"
"Do it or I sware to God I'll pump her full of it!" He screamed. Everyone obeyed. "Now get down on the floor! Face the ground!"
He yanked his whimpering captive along with him into the control room. He looked at the two woman operating it. "Tell me where they're keeping her."
They looked at each other.
"Tell me!"His yell made everyone jump, and the nurse in his grip began to cry.
"Sir we don't know what-"
Grimmjow slammed the nurse's head on the table, pressing the needle to her neck as she squealed.
"They say just one ounce of this stuff will slowly suffocate the victim over a period of two hours." Grimmjow whispered madly, licking his lips. "Wonder what'll happen with three?." The needle broke her skin. The girl screamed.
"No, stop!"
"Don't want your little friend to die, do ya?" He yanked the girls head back up and pressed her back against his chest as she breathed rapidly. "Tell me where she is!" He hissed through his teeth.
The two women paused before one answered nervously. "She's somewhere in room 6...that's all I know."
One woman inched away, laying her palm near a large red button. "It's classified information, they won't give us the details."
Grimmjow's eyes flitted to her. "Your chances of pressing that button," she tensed up. "Are about as good as my ability to crack yer scrawny little neck."
"I suggest you back away." Grimmjow's voice remained eerily calm.
"Open the doors."
The girl closed her eyes and breathed out, slowly twisting a key in the lock.
"Now get down, on your knees face the floor!" He commanded harshly.
The sound of duct tape being ripped by his teeth made all three women flinch. "Don't worry." He smiled horribly. "I may be crazy, but I ain't stupid."
He had his fist clenching the back of the nurses shirt with the needle to her neck, running down the hallway with her stumbling along with him.
The shinigami guard whistled to himself as he twirled the stick in his hand, heading towards the control room of the hospital.
He opened the door, striding in and shutting it behind him, whistling the last part of the song-
He stopped cold when he saw the girls form lying on the floor. He went pale, running over and shaking her. "Hey! Hey!"
He scrambled to the control room, throwing open the door and gasping when he saw the girls bound by duct tape by there legs and hands, the tape around there mouths muffling their yells.
He pounded his fist on the red button.
The alarms went off all around the building, loud enough to leave a ringing in ones ears.
Grimmjow pulled the girl along as she began to whimper, running faster. He got to the room 6 double doors, with guards on each side. He yanked her up where they could see.
"Open it! Open it or she's dead!" He screamed fiercely, wide eyed. He shook her a bit when he yelled and she cried out In fear, her face gleaming with tears and sweat.
"Get down on the floor face the wall! Do it!" Grimmjow screamed as the doors opened.
The girl yelped when he pushed her away, closing the door. He pressed a button on the side, locking them in. He watched them blankly as they banged on the glass and yelled, protesting for him to stop. He turned around and walked towards the room. Her room.
Slowly, slowly he walked, his feet hit the cold floor, step by step.
He walked forward and pushed aside the curtain.
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The sweat slowly fell between his wide eyes as his hair fell in his stilled face.
Time seemed to stop
The needle fell from his from his fingers, slowly, spinning, hitting the floor. It broke and the green liquid spilled on the tile.
Grimmjow stood still, unmoving, unblinking. Maybe it was just another dream. He hadn't experienced this one before.
He ignored the men pounding on the door, he ignored everything.
her name came out slowly from his lips, quietly, almost incoherently. "Ori-..hi..me..." He muttered from his throat. He swayed as he walked, one step forward, two steps forward, three steps forward, stopping at the glass.
The room she was in was underwater.
Closed eyelids, pale face, wrinkled lines, sunken cheeks.
He saw it. It was there.
It was a freak show. An accident. A disaster. Like a screwed up thing of the deep caverns of hell.
Tubes. Tubes and vials and cords and machines. They ran around her through her, inside her. Liquids being pumped inside her.
The oxygen mask concealed her lips. She looked dead. She looked inhuman, white. Her skin looked like it was stretched over bone, like a human skeleton.
They did this. Didn't they Orihime?
They did this.
They did this.
They did this.
He wanted to throw up. He wanted to die. That should be him. He should be the skeleton in the bed, not her. Not her.
They did this.
What did they do to you?! What...?
What did they do...
The rest happened in slow motion.
His blank face contorted
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
He sprinted away, through the curtains, grabbing a fire extinguisher against the wall.
He was gonna get her outta there. He was gonna save her. You won't be in there anymore.
I'm gonna make everything better!!
He ran back, wild eyes that were glazed over set on one goal. He screamed, raising the fire extinguisher.
The glass shattered.
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But it wasn't the glass containing Orihime, it was the door to Room 6.
A raven-haired man crashed through, the shards going everywhere, his dark coat flying.
"GRIMMJOW!"
Ulquiorra tackled him, and the extinguisher rolled along the floor. Grimmjow gasped and grunted as his back hit the floor with the weight of the man on top of him.
Grimmjow screamed and struggled like he was demonically possessed, spit and sweat flying off him. Ulquiorra yelled angrily, punching him. Blood flew out of his mouth.
Grimmjow couldn't hear much, or think clearly, his ears were ringing. All he could hear a familiar voice screaming "fool" in his ear.
Ulquiorra punched him again and again. "You stupid trash! You stupid human!"
"NO! NOOO!" Grimmjow struggled
"fight this, GRIMMJOW!" Ulquiorra screamed, a scream which Grimmjow retaliated, punching him and throwing him back.
Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki had arrived at that time. They stood and watched with pale faces, along with the few guards at the door. They saw Ulquiorra's face, his full anger and emotion as the two hit and kicked and punched each other, blood flying.
Grimmjow tried to run to her, but Ulquiorra caught him by the waist, digging his heels into the ground. Grimmjow yelled and struggled, lurching forward with his arms.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
"Listen to me, Damnit!"
"No, I have to save her! I'll get her out-AH!"
Ulquiorra growled fiercely, grabbed a fistful of Grimmjow's hair and using all his strength to throw him into a wall. He ran over and Grabbed his collar, shaking him, "YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU CAN'T SAVE HER GOD DAMNIT!" Ulquiorra screamed.
"YES I CAN!" Grimmjow screamed back.
Ulquiorra squeezed his eyes shut,
"NO YOU'RE GONNA KILL HER!" He screamed as loud as he could.
Grimmjow stopped.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND!? YOU PIECE OF TRASH!"
"YOU'RE GONNA KILL HER!"
Grimmjow stared at Ulquiorra, if this even was Ulquiorra. He had the albino skin and the tear marks, his face gleaming with bruises and sweat, blood running out of the corner of his mouth.
He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring and his cheeks puffing in and out from breathing through his mouth. His emerald eyes were furious.
Grimmjow had sweat and blood getting in his eyes, bruises on his cheeks. A large stream of blood ran from his nose on to his red lips.
"Look at me." Ulquiorra whispered. Grimmjow barely managed to through lazy eyes.
"Come here." Ulquiorra grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him ever to the glass so he could see Orihime. Ulquiorra let him fall on his knees, and he bent over so he could whisper harshly in his ear.
"Look at that. Look at that girl in front of you."
Grimmjow winced, slowly opening his blue eyes.
"Now you listen to me, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra whispered in his ear.
"She doesn't want this. She doesn't want you this way. She's suffering Grimmjow, can you not see?!"
Grimmjow breathed out as he looked at her face, wetness in his eyes.
"Tell me, do you love her?"
"Do you love her?"
"Yes." Grimmjow's words were pained and quite emotional. He clenched his teeth.
"Do you see that girl?"
"that girl, that girl in that bed needs you. She needs you right now." Ulquiorra breathed
"She needs you...to be the man that you are in her heart. She needs you to be strong, because if you're strong then she'll be strong. do you understand?"
Grimmjow's eyes widened.
"If you don't then what is the point?" Ulquiorra nearly choked.
"It will just kill her faster...don't you see...it will hurt her..." Ulquiorra grimaced, and Grimmjow's lips began to tremble.
"And she'll die...looking like she is on that bed...and her heart will be broken...don't you see...don't you see what it's done to her?!"
Grimmjow couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't look at her anymore. He felt the bile seep to the back of his throat, and he broke away, running to the trash can.
He bent over, and threw up.
He was gasping for breath, coughing profusely. Once the fit ended, he slid to the floor again. He turned around and rested his head against the trashcan, breathing deeply with a fine sheen of sweet making his pale skin shine.
He turned his head slightly to look at Ulquiorra, who was standing rigid, watching him out of the corner of his eyes with his cold green eyes.
I'm not meant to be human. Do you see what this has done to me? I wasn't ready. For once In my existence I couldn't handle it. Human. Feelings. Love. It's something you never want. Don't ever look for it. Don't seek humanism. It is weak and defenseless, I'm miserable because of what I am and what I don't have.
I am destruction. My life is full of it. It's my nature, my destiny. Destroy all things in my path to rise to the top. Even as a human, it's as though that path will never stop.
So this is what happened. This is my fate, this is what was planned for me. To rise to the top and be king, without her. She was 'in my way'. She was 'making me weak'.
Shes gone and It's going to kill me. Is that the plan? To die and start over again? To lose myself again? I've lived for a thousand years, I am ancient, numb to the laws of reality. I am just living to die, it's in my nature.
It's always been.
Grimmjow looked at Ulquiorra and shook his head.
Ulquiorras emerald eyes swam with emotion for a split second before he shut them tightly, clenching his fists and turning his back.
Love truly hurts when you are already an animal to begin with, and that one girl comes along and makes you human again, only to exploit your weaknesses.
Why be a human when you can be an animal, a monster? Why try to kill yourself faster, than just lose your soul altogether.
XxX
She hummed lightly, a happy tune.
her little feet skipped along. Dark, blue hair trailed behind her tiny figure as her chubby arms swung back and forth.
Her big eyes sparkled as she looked from place to place and tottered along, holding the nurses hand tightly.
"Nursey Nursey!" The little girl squealed suddenly, jumping up and down. "I-I wanna go ins the other room dere!" She pointed to Room 6.
"Oh no, Uno, you can't go in there." The young nurse smiled, squeezing her hand. "Come along now .."
"But noooo!" The little girl furrowed her brow, pouting. "I wants go Nursey! Nursey lemme go dere!" Her sweet little voice demanded.
"No-"
The tiny girl suddenly ripped away, running as fast as her toddler legs would carry her. She giggled uncontrollably her face erupting into sweet laughter. "Catch me catch me!"
The nurse paled. The girl was surprisingly fast for a little one, and the nurse knew where she was headed. "No! Stop Uno!
Her frantic voice didn't reach the young ones ears as she pushed past the double doors, still giggling profusely.
She stopped suddenly, her smile and laughter fading.
All the shinigami, everyone turned their heads to the little girl standing to the side of the room. But she wasn't paying attention to them.
She saw a man staring at her. He was slumped against a trash can with bruises and blood running from his nose.
He was looking at her with wide eyes and confusion, as if he was trying to remember something.
She didn't think, she just ran, breathing hard with the strain on her little legs.
She reached him finally, timidly approaching him.
Grimmjow stared at her, his mind blank.
Those eyes.
They were...silver. They were like hers,
exactly like hers.
"No!" The nurse held out her hand. "He's very dangerous, Uno, come back here right now, he could hurt you okay?"
The little girl turned around with big eyes, looking at the nurse. A childlike blankness on her face.
The woman smiled, bending over. "Come here Uno." She held out her hands. "You'll be safe."
The girl stood her ground, slowly turning to face the bloodied man who was still gaping at her.
"You won hurt me? mister?"
Grimmjow numbly shook his head no.
"Uno-"
"Help!" The little girl shouted, looking at the nurse. With some difficulty, she took off her thin jacket.
The nurse backed off slightly, wide eyed.
"I help him see!"She held up her jacket.
"You's alls a bad nurses cause you-you all don't helps him!" She pointed a chubby finger at everyone else in the room.
"It's ok!" The girl turned back to face the blue-haired man. "I helps you!" She shouted.
Grimmjow watched her with wide eyes
What is this creature? Why is she so small, why is her speech impaired? Grimmjow was perplexed. She was like the mini version of a human; he had never seen a child before of this size, and wondered for a second if she was some sort of mutant.
She seems so fragile, yet exuberant, full of life and hopes and dreams, something that was like a breath of fresh air even though it was so unlike him.
She stood on her tiptoes, grunting as she tried to reach his face, the jacket clutched in her hands.
His brain soon registered that she was trying to reach his face. He kept his eyes trained on her has he slowly lowered his head so that she could reach. Her little hands gently used her jacket to wipe the blood from his nose and cheek.
"There!"
"There, Mr. Blue!"
Mr. Blue? Oh...his blue hair.
"You all a betters see!" She patted both her tiny hands on his broad chest, as if to comfort him.
Everyone looked in awe at the little girl who dared to approach the ex-arrancar, a small amount of nervousness in their eyes.
Was this some sort of joke?
"A-Alright Uno...you fixed up mister...mister blue...now come on back..."
"No! Nos I staying with mister blue! Uno wants stay!" The girl stamped her foot defiantly.
One shinigami nodded to another. "Take the girl." Two began walking forward, just in case Grimmjow decided to do something. The little girl saw them coming, and began to whine and whimper. "No! No no nos!" Her face contorted, and her little cheeks become red. "D-dont l-let's m-mes gets t-taksens a-a-away-y!" She sniffled, and hiccuped, the tears already streaming down her cheeks. The guard reached out.
"No!" The little girl screeched, latching on to Grimmjow and wrapping her chubby arms around his neck. Grimmjow stared blankly forward, shock written in his face.
"No no NO! I want stay! I want stay!" She shook her head furiously, crying.
"I be doctors nows you g-get...d-don't gets to take m-me!" She huffed, sniffing up her runny nose.
The shinigami stopped, seeing her silver eyes look at him angrily but pleadingly, a childlikeness that struck ones soul.
He saw that Grimmjow looked done anyway. The way he stared blankly into nothingness with glazed-over eyes; he had probably gone insane by this point. He was broken, harmless, like a piece of trash. What harm could he do to a little girl?
"Aw come on...I mean look at her..."
The girl looked at them with big, pleading, watery eyes, sniffling for effect.
"What?! Are you crazy?! Did you not just see him subdue numerous shinigami with just a wooden stick, and nearly kill a woman by holding her captive?!" The other hissed.
"B-but...she is kinda cute..."
"How could you hurt something like that eh?
"Let her stay with him."
Everyone turned to look at Ichigo, who stood firmly.
"I know Grimmjow, he wouldn't hurt her. And it doesn't look like he wants to."
"He's right." Rukia nodded her head solemnly. "Grimmjow needs someone like her, A small human that isn't bound by the ways of the world. Someone who will fully except him."
"like a companion."
"Excuse me, but this is a child we're talking about." The nurse stood and spoke up, seriousness in her tone. "You can't possibly expect her to-"
"We've tried everything." One of the guards interrupted. "Nothing is making him better. What is there to lose?"
They heard the rustling if clothes, and saw Grimmjow painfully getting up and walking over to the viewing room again.
"Mr. Blue!" The little girl looked after him. He pushed pass the curtain and stood at the glass, taking it.
He pressed his palm against the glass. Maybe if he touched her, whispered in her ear, let her know he was here, she would get better. She was right there, after so much, all that separated them was glass. He silently formed her name on his lips.
The little girl ran up right beside him, looking into the glass. She looked up at his tall form, staring at his face before pressing her hands against the glass.
"Who's that?" She pointed.
"Who's that lady Mr. Blue?"
Grimmjow kept staring at Orihime with wide, pain-stricken eyes.
"She's my-" his words got caught in his throat.
"She's my wife."
Ichigo and Rukia's eyes widened, and they looked at each other. Everyone in the room softened, wilting at the sight of Grimmjow and the child.
The girl looked at Grimmjow again with her big, grey eyes.
"Is she real sick?"
Grimmjow stared weakly.
"Yea."
"She's really, really sick."
The girl looked at the woman a moment, furrowing her eyebrows.
"She'll get betters, right?"
There was a long pause.
"I don't think so." He whispered.
She hesitated before her tiny hand grabbed his calloused one.
"Wells-wells you can waits with me un-until she gets betters be-because she won't dies I promise!" She sputtered, jumping around slightly.
Grimmjow looked at her in shock, feeling her tiny in his large one.
"I like you!" She shouted. "So you stays with me and-and I make you all better okay!" She jumped up in the air, as if she were trying to reach his height.
"We wait for yo-your wifes to get better! We wait togeder!" She squeezed his hand. "I helps you! Okay?"
You help me.
She thinks she can help me.
She wants to help me.
Grimmjow stared off into nothingness for a long time, trying to reason with his jumbled brain. Trying to grasp on to something, anything. He gave up.
yea. His mind thought numbly. Yeah, okay.
"Okay"
XxX
"He sat alone, alone and at home, where his screams were silent, but his mind was violent...they did indeed eat him alive.
And he continues to create a world entirely of his own."
Weird turn, right?
Idk
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