Disclaimer: As I have yet to begin my ambitious plan to kidnap Kubo Tite and switch places with him, I don't own Bleach. But when I save up enough money for the plastic surgery, it'll be a different story!
"Was it worth it?"
Ichigo turned his head slightly, just enough to see the white-garbed figure leaning against the wall a few feet behind him. "What do you want, Grimmjow?"
"Just an answer."
"To what?"
"Don't make me say it again," the Sexta growled, folding his arms and giving Ichigo an unreadable scowl. "Was it worth it?"
The orange-haired Vaizord turned away, gazing down the hallway at the end of which he knew were bright eyes. Shadowed, but bright nonetheless. Sometimes there were tears…
"Yeah," the Quinta Espada murmured, "it was."
…But at least she was there to cry them.
A/N: I may have posted a rough draft of this one at FLOL. I'm pretty sure that I did with a few drabbles from this collection (none of the others have been posted here yet, though), and I have a niggling feeling that this might have been one of them, but I'm not sure... *headdesks*
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