I got a message asking me where this story is going. I am not exactly sure how to answer it but I will try. I mean, I have a weird writing style. I know where I am going but I like making stories seem pretty aimless. I do not want whats going on to be predictable.

If any one has any questions for me let me know. Ill answer them the best I can.

HEY I noticed I got some new friends. YOU. Yes you lovely viewers who liked, commented, or just continue to read this pile of junk; thank you for being beautiful.

Really, all of you are a very unexpected happy surprise. I cant promise to hold your interest but... I hope you can enjoy your stay until you check out lol.

Skip this if your not reading for Grimmjow friendship bonding. (Next chapter will be an Ulquiorra chapter.)

Song of the day is 'Kalospia' by Queens of The Stone Age. Because It made more sense... sigh... this band... to many good songs.

Chapter 13: Simple

I feel drowsy, I still can't think very strait. The black 'blood' - at least, that's what I think it is - is really thick. It feels like a gel. When I press down on my dress it makes a churning squishing sound. My eyes slowly move to my left fallowing the dark stain on my body to find a large burn running along the ground ending on the wall. There is a large singed splatter there.

I examine the twisted and mangled black smear; morbidly curious about it. Carefully I move and push myself up. I stumble a little but quickly regain my balance before I start dragging my feet across the sand. I notice during my walk across the mess that the sand has hardened where the attack hit. I cant imagine how hot it was to have that result. I wonder faintly how I remain uninjured. But only for a moment.

When I finally reach my destination I am able to see the mark in detail.

The large stain has a violent and gruesome edge to it. There is an unusual shape to it. Though I suppose if the 'thing' Grimmjow killed was a type of hollow it wouldn't be all that strange. It gives me an idea what the body once looked like. I trace the shape with my eyes, usually I would feel sad when viewing something related to death. I know I would. I am a good person. Because hollows are just people like my brother was. I care right?

I do. I really do.

But I feel nothing.

Why? Because I didn't know it? That's a good reason right? I don't want it to be.

But I feel nothing.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Grimmjow. His voice is right behind me. He is close, I can feel his body heat.

"What are you thinking about?"

I lift my hands and trace them along the bone like shape on the wall. Along the eyes of the creature, the nose, its neck. I take longer to answer than I should. My reply is reluctant. Grimmjow takes the time to move beside me. He leans over a bit and glances at the wall before turning to look at me.

"I don't know."

He smirks.

"You don't know huh?"

I return the question.

"Well, what are you thinking about?"

He responds lightly... coolly, his voice like a purr.

"Nothing."

"Really?"

He then walks in front of me, each step is measured. Its almost delicate the way he moves. Meticulous. I can't see it anymore now - that stain. Only his smile, his face a bit snide or maybe just playful. His hands are in his pockets, his body language is lazy.

Eventually he says with a shrug of his shoulders, "Sure. Why not?"

I do not know what he is expecting me to do right now. So I just stare at him, studying him the same way I studied the mark on the wall. When my eyes meet his I can see the expression he has fall into something different. It becomes more Confused and disjointed as I reach out and trace his jaw with the end of my finger. He blinks slowly as I rest the palm of my hand over his cheek. Its warm. It really is.

I can't really explain why I am doing this. I don't really mean anything by it.

You know... It's like I am infected. Can a poison be addictive? Maybe I am just unhinged and letting go.

But regardless of what I think, I am not coming on to him.

No.

I am just feeling him. Because I want to feel something. Yes, I feel for him. I know I value him. He is a friend who accepts me. I do not need to hide anything from him. I understand. Looking at him, I know what I see now. It's not that you were familiar. No. It's not that you remind me of anyone. No.

I can feel myself smiling, not at him. But at a realization. Its like a set of facts you know but don't understand, but once you do though it hits you. It's obvious if I really think about it.

I shake my head feeling really light, it's so sudden that I laugh a little. He smiles back and leans into my hand. So slight it felt like an accident.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks. This time a little soft... at least for him.

I respond quietly, but I know he can hear it.

"Nothing."

He 'tsk's' playfully.

"Really?"

I lean in quickly and hug him close. His body goes so stiff its like hugging stone. But, I don't care. Because I always wanted to meet someone like him. Someone who sees me. I think I always dreamed somewhere deep inside that I would be accepted. But even when It was right in front of me I didn't really think about it.

Eventually, his body loosens up but remains unchanged.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" He says again. This time in a whisper.

I look up at his face from his chest. Answering with a question.

"Hey Grimmjow?"

His eye lids fall a bit, he looks strange like this. I cant really describe it... its just a funny look on him.

"Hmm?"

"What do I look like to you?"

He smiles softly and says this like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"You look like an idiot."

I let go to push him playfully; he lets himself fall back into the stained wall and leans into it. That same funny smile still plastered on his face.

Suddenly my stomach lurches in hunger, growling loudly. I flush a bit before saying "I need to go back to my room."

So I turn around to leave, quickly walking away. He flashes right in front of me before I get to far.

"Hey." he says.

I stop and stare at him. Surprised.

"You look like you." He continues.

And there it is. My answer. I reach out and poke his chest tracing my finger down it then pulling it away.

"You look like an idiot."

His eyes glint and responds with, "Yea, I am. So let me walk you to your room. Not that I'm asking. "

"I know."

Its nice. So nice it hurts a little. This is just a fantasy, I can feel it. An eventual change is coming.