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Pantera Drift

Chapter 8: Fuck the Police


Orihime waved. Nnoitra smirked in her direction.

"Pet-sama-"

"Cut the shit, Nnoitra. Just why are you here?"

Nnoitra looked his way, a smirk still etched in his face.

"Well, I heard someone got a beat down."

Grimmjow sighed.

"Yeah. Princess got into a fight with flat chested Kuchiki and pussy ass Kurosaki decided to blind side her."

Nnoitra scowled as the words sinked in.

"He hit you?"

He now took notice of her bruising cheek. Anger filled him as he loaded his gun.

"Nnoitra, what do you think you're doing?"

Ulquiorra asked calmly, though his resolve showed concern.

"What does it look like? I'm going to fucking kill that bastard! He touches Pet-sama, and YOU TWO DID NOTHING?!"

He played with his glock.

"Woah, woah. Calm down Nnoitra. Don't worry, I beat the shit out of him. The only thing I have to worry about is the fucking police on my ass. I couldn't care less though, it was for a fucking reason."

Ulquiorra stared at him.

"Regardless of that being the case, Grimmjow it is still a crime."

Grimmjow stared at him.

"You really think I give a shit?"

(A/N: Sorry, I had to make a Breakfast Club reference. =w=)

He deadpanned. Ulquiorra sighed, feeling an oncoming headache.

"Nnoitra, how did you even come across this information?"

Nnoitra shrugged.

"I heard some people talking about it. Apparently, that asshole is spreading it around."

Grimmjow grit his teeth.

"Let me see that fucker again-"

Orihime put a hand on his shoulder.

"Grimmjow calm down, I'm fine-"

They were cut off by sirens ahead.

"Shit..!"

Gimmjow cursed. Unlcoking his car and getting in, he gave Ulquiorra a silent signal. Nodding, he took Orihime to his car.

"Grimmjow what are you doing!"

He sent a grin her way.

"I'm not running, Princess. That's for weaklings. I ain't one of those."

Turning on his car, he waved to them all.

"Ulquiorra, keep her safe. Nnoitra..thanks."

Laughing, he sped off. Orihime watched him, worry in her eyes.

"What's he going to do?"

Nnoitra scoffed, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Make a scene."

Ulquiorra let a rare smirk grace his face.

"What Nnoitra means is, Grimmjow's way of solving issues with the law is by saying, 'Fuck the Police'."

They didn't realize how the outcome of those words would be.


I know it's short and I haven't updated in months, but I was stuck on what to write. This is sort of a starter for the next chapter. I know it sucks... (._.)" I'll update soon enough. Sorry everybody, a longer chapter is on the way.

-p-o-r