Starts with Grimm switches back to Ichigo

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"Did your mother die Grimmjow?" It hurts…so much… and it's dark… "Grimmjow!" that voice I know that voice…at least I think I do, ouch my, well everything, it hurts! I can't remember it hurts to remember go away! I don't want to hurt. "Please you can't give up! Your Grandfather and the little girl! They need you! Damnit Grimmjow come back!" stop yelling at me you make me hurt you make me remember the pain I don't want to remember the pain! GO AWAY! "AH!" what happened? … The voice just now…sounded like it was in pain… Hello? Are you ok? Why can't I talk? What's happening?! Someone help! "G-Grimmjow…" the voice again they are…hurt… they are hurt too… they are in pain just like me…but they weren't before. So why no- did…did I do that? When I said go away? No! I don't want to hurt anyone! Mom told me-! ARGH! It hurts! "HELP ME! ICHIGO!"

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Grimmjow's body faded completely but I kept calling. I heard something, but I couldn't make it out the next thing I knew I was being flung backwards but a unseen blast of energy. "G-Grimmjow…" if he does that again, I won't be able to stay connected to his dreams I'll have to leave…and I may not get another chance to help…

"HELP ME! ICHIGO!"

"Grimmjow! I'm here, but you need to come back to me! You need to find me, you took yourself from me." I tell him. I waited that was all I could do, then a bit off I saw something begin to form, was it him? No…it's a giant ass cat the thing is huge! As it walked towards me though I could see foliage spread out from around it as the forest returned. The younger Grimmjow had told me he was a great cat in his dreams. "Grimmjow?" I asked as it drew closer, it came up and circled me sniffing here and there then walked away stopping to look over it's shoulder. "Follow?" it began walking again. So I followed wasn't much else I could do. It led me for a good long time seeming to know where it was going, till it vanished after entering a clearing. In the clearing itself I saw a scene, it was Grimmjow crying at the side of a bed while a hand stroked his hair gently.

"Please mom you have to get better! You can't leave me!"

"Oh darling… I wish with all my heart that I could, and watch you grow up to become a fine man." He voice was so gentle and kind soothing to hear, but it did nothing for the boy.

"You will! You just have to hold on a little longer! The doctor will find a way to make you better I'm sure!" he cried.

"Grimmjow, my dear sweet Grimmjow. Never stop being the caring boy you are. Always believe in those closest to you, and most importantly…I love you, my little hunter I'm so glad…so glad that I have you." Her eyes closed, her breathing stopped and Grimmjow began to call and shake her as if trying to wake her up. No wonder he doesn't want to remember…to lose ones mother surely is a hard thing. I looked away, I did in fact know the feeling of losing ones mother, it was a pain like no other. The cat showed again in the clearing and walked off so I followed once more to another smaller clearing. That's the little girl I saw.

"I won't let you hurt her!" Grimmjow stood in front of her shielding her from the rocks that were being thrown by some boys.

"Creeps!"

"Freaks! Why don't you just go disappear with you boyfriend in the fog! We don't want you here!"

"And take that creepy green haired girl with you!" I could see the tears running down Grimmjow's face from their words or the rocks or both…it was imposable to tell. But to be outcast by his fellow teens like this… for them to be so cruel to the little girl as well… I shook me head turning away. Something about that scene pulled at me… like something from long ago was trying to come back…but this isn't about me. This is about him. As I followed the cat once more I noticed the forest was getting darker, more gloomy, more…foreboding.

"Why are you here creep?" that was Grimmjow's voice, I spun to see him behind me…but he looked almost like he was twenty. "I asked you a question!" he growled.

"Why are you mad at me? I have done nothing but help you?" I asked confused. This Grimmjow…this was not the boy I knew…this one was filled with hate and anger and disgust… "Why are you like this?" it scared me to be honest I didn't like this Grimmjow.

"I'm asking he questions!" he grabbed my shirt and shoved me against a tree taking me by surprise. "Now why are you here?!" he growled right in my face, his blue eyes swirling with pain and hate. "Tell me!"

"You called." I whispered somehow feeling small, "You called me to help you. I came just like I promised." He punched the trunk next to my head.

"Don't lie you fog dwelling freak! You came to try and steal my soul didn't you! I remember all the tales! I don't want you here!"

"If I leave now you'll be lost to yourself forever! Is that what you want? To leave behind your Grandfather and that adorable little girl like you were left by your mother?!" he slapped me, hard enough that I fell to the ground.

"Don't talk like you know me! You know nothing!" he yelled and kicked me sending me rolling. "You're an orange haired freak and you should have stayed in the fog!" his words stung, to be called a freak… it hadn't happened since I was young… no this is no time to remember my own troubles. I shook my head and stood up getting my bearings. "I hate you!"

"Why? Because I saved you? Because I let you get home to your mother to give her those herbs so she could live a little longer? So that you could have a bit more time with her?" I yelled back sidestepping his next punch. "Because if so that's a really fricked up reason! You must not have wanted her to stay longer if that's the case!" I knew it was a low blow to say such, but… I need to do something to get this Grimmjow to understand or at least stop attacking me, to stop hating me…

"SHUT UP! What do you know about my life!? Nothing! You know nothing about what I've been through! You can't help me! No one can! The others in the village despise me no matter what I did, no matter how good I was! No matter how much I cared they didn't, they hated me!" so this…this Grimmjow is his pent up frustration, his negative emotions…

"I do though… I lived that life too…once…before the fog."

"You Lair! You were always a part of the fog how could you not be?!"

"How dare you speak as if you know me! Just as you say I know nothing of you, you know nothing of me! You hypocrite! You are no worse then those boys that threw rocks at you calling me by the names they called you! How are you any better then those boys that tried to hurt that little girl?!" I yelled at him and he froze mid punch staring at me wide eyed. He stumbled backwards shaking his head and grabbing his hair. He let out a cry, a loud long anguished cry. "Grimmjow, have you forgotten your mother's last words to you? If you do this, if you act on these emotions…you insult her memory." I whispered. He fell to his knees sobbing as he pulled on his hair and I watched as he changed back to the fourteen year old that I had seen laying in bed. "Grimmjow, I can't help you if you don't help me help you… you have to let me in before I can get you out."

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Is it just me or is it getting a bit angsty in here? Poor Grimmjow though…it's not gun being an outcast…not fun at all…

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