The Monster You make me
It's too hot! Too damn hot!
I hear myself groan at the sensations I experience.
Never in my life/death have I felt something like this before. It's too intense! I-
I gasp, feeling the cool air hit my overly sensitive flesh.
"Too... many layers of..." I groan again, looking at him with my mouth open as I feel the heat enveloping my body. "cloths on..."
"...Yes." I hear my partner's whisper.
I throw my head back as I feel the breeze on my neck. Gods, I need more! This just isn't enough.
"I want it all for myself..." I hear his whisper again. I look at his brown eyes through my half-lidded ones.
I shake my head no. "You can't... I'm... Hah! Feels so good!"
"So damn hot..."
"I can't take it anymore..."
"Gods, I hate this damn weather. One day it freezes your ass of, the next it's so hot, you're melting...! Damn this global warming...!"
"Tell me 'bout it..." I sigh as the fan hits my skin again. "Can't ya turn it on stronger?"
"Nope..."
"I can't believe... ngh... the Boss gave us this shitty job... I mean, seriously! We're supposed to... hmmm... torture people, not watch 'em for 3 days straight!"
"Why are we even doing this?"
"'Cause the Boss said we spend too much time underground..."
"I'd rather be in a cell with a screaming victim than out here with you."
"Gee! Thanks so much," I grin.
"You're welcome, dude." Fujita says.
I like him; he's fun to be around. He's pretty serious, but kind, has a good sense of humor and loves animals. But put a knife into his hand, and you'll regret it if you're on the other end of it. He's a fucking psychopath and he's not afraid to show it. He gives even ME the creeps! And that's sayin' somethin'.
He has brown eyes, black hair, a straight nose, thin lips and high cheekbones. He is quite handsome.
"Hey, dude."
"Yeah?" I ask, looking up at him.
"That dude with the orange hair..." I tense and it doesn't go unnoticed by him, but he wisely says nothing of it.
"What of him?" I grunt.
"He's here again. At the corner of the house behind you."
I turn around and... Ah, yes, there he is. With that four eyed, black haired guy holding his shoulder and whispering into his ear. I try to ignore the jealousy that goes through my body. I'll get him back for it!
They're hiding behind the wall, but not even those shadows can make them invisible. He's looking at me with those damn eyes. The moment I look into them a shiver runs up my spine. Every inch of my body screams at me to go there and jump him, to end my suffering right here and right now. God, I'm so stupid, I know. I've learned to always trust my instincts, even as an adjuchas I never refused to listen to them. Until now.
I turn back to watching the guy, who's completely oblivious of us being here, across the street of his house.
"Is he your ex?"
"What the fuck, man?! Why do you think he's my ex?"
"Calm down, Grimmjow. I didn't mean to offend you. It's ok if you're gay," he says seriously, not taking his eyes off the victim as I look at him with a mixture of total disbelief and shock written on my face.
"'M not gay."
"It's ok, dude. I won't hate you more for it." Wow... that's so nice to hear... "I know you're going through a hard time. You're completely void of emotions, even when you're working. Well, except for anger... You know the Boss told me how you snapped and killed those gangsters." And who the fuck told him to reveal my secret to him? "I was the same, you know. My wife dumped me for some rich bastard. I went crazy and started torturing people just for enjoyment." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "But you know..." he takes a drag of it. "...it seems like he wants to make it up to you."
"If anyone out there still cares... I'm. Not! GAY!"
"You should go to him. Give him a chance. Let him apologize."
"Are you thinkin' yer fucking Panthera or what?" I practically shout, standing up from my seat to glare down at him, trying to intimidate him. "I don't need YOU telling ME what the fuck to do with MY life!"
"Dude, sit."
"I'm not gonna sit down, you bastard, you're not my mother!"
"I said... sit," he says, calmly standing up.
That's it for intimidating. The guy is a fucking giant! Especially for a Japanese man. He's like 1.90 or more. And he's all muscle. You can't see it with the suits we're wearing, but I definitely felt it when we had a funny encounter. You see I was going down the corridor when he ran into me. He apologised, but I was having none of it. I challenged him to a fight. Let's say our Boss wasn't really happy when he got word of us beating each other bloody in the middle of the corridor to the dungeons. So we were inseparable since, hanging out together when we had no work.
"Look dude. I've known you for a long time now..."
"One and a half months...?"
He glares at me but continues anyway. "You're a damned robot in work- Hell even outside work! The only difference is when he'snear you. It's like you don't even know he's there, but you instantly start acting like a normal human being, not a hollow shell."
I snort. If only you knew...
"The kid's good for you. I don't care if you're gay or a pedophile, because I'm positive he sure as Hell isn't 18 yet..."I groan, hiding my face in my sweating palms."...but that's beside the point! What I mean is, you should go to the kid, talk to him, make up with him and fuck him."
How fortunate that I'm covering my face, I can feel how warm it is... and it has nothing to do with the warm sun of the fucked up day of May. I wouldn't be the one doing the fucking...
"Don't listen to me if you don't want to. That's just my opinion. All I'm asking for is that you consider it, that's all."
All I can do is nod from the comfort of my cover.
"Get up, our guy is finally on the move. Let's go."He says, taking my hand in his and dragging me away from the heavenly breeze of the fan and the late-choke brown eyes intently staring at me.
...
"Good job, guys. I'm impressed. You showed you're not only good for 'office work'."
"I'm impressed too. Your air conditioning is great. I'm going to move in here. I hope you don't mind." Fujita sighs, lounging on the white leather sofa of our Boss's office. Our Boss only arches an eyebrow at his antics. Clearly he's used to it. I just glance.
"So who wants some nice stress relief?"
"Roboman here."
"Have you never heard you should speak for yourself?" I say glaring. I guess Fujita might be right though. I need to release some steam.
"I promised the guys I'd go have a beer with them tonight," Fujita frowns, checking at his nails. This guy, I swear...
"Is it ok with you, Grimmjow-san?" The Boss says, looking at me.
I shrug. "Like I give a fuck."
We watch each other for a few minutes. He's calculating. I don't understand what his problem is. The less emotion I have the better I can do my job. He must be crazy. He'd need more men like me and Fujita, who are completely insane and don't care about the other being.
"All right," he sighs finally. "Fujita-san, you're dismissed."
"Hell yes! Good bye, Boss! Have fun, Grimmjow. And for once, try to enjoy what you're doing." And with that he's out the door without a backward glance.
I only grunt in response, nodding to him. I can't promise anything though. My emotional level right now matches a handful of dead moths.
"Grimmjow-san." I turn back to my Boss. "Get changed into the business clothes. Your man is in wing B, room number 3. And Grimmjow-san! He fucked my whore of a wife. Make sure he knows that I'm heartbroken."
"Got it," I say, standing up and stalking out of the room.
I grin as I near the room where I hear the sweet, musical voice of my victim crying out for help.
Yeah, right. Like someone will help them. Seriously, I don't understand what they're thinking. Doesn't matter... Boss wants me to cut his heart out, so that's what I'll do. He'll have to lay back and watch it from the front row. Hmmm... I'm interested what Boss would do to his wife...
"Ple-... Please. Let me out. I-I haven't done anything!"
I look at him, unfazed. I'm used to them begging. Even if their head wasn't covered with a fucking bag, I wouldn't let them out. Their pleading eyes and words don't make any difference to me. Though I wish they'd stop talking! It's bloody irritating! Hmm... maybe I'll ask Boss to gag the next one so they won't talk. I can always take the gag out if I don't like their muffled screams. Oh the possibilities!
"Don't you worry, Sweetheart. I'll take good care of you. I would take it to heart if I didn't. Hehehe." Have I mentioned I find sadistic pleasure in stupid puns when I torture people? I have now.
I heard him whimper as I moved closer to him, my blade in hand.
...
I've been following him. I know it's not normal, but I can't help it. The way he talked to him, the way hetouchedhim! ARG! He'll regret eventhinkingof touching what's mine!
No! I have to stop thinking like a bloody hollow! Jesus, what's wrong with me?
I watch him from the darkest corner of the pub talking and laughing with his friends over drinks.
Good. Good. The more they consume the easier it'll be to take them down. Not that I couldn't do it when they're sober, but it will be so much easier to knock the others out and deal with him.
Let's see... One muscled man around his mid 40s with black hair, a thinner, but still muscled one with gray hair the same age, maybe a little younger and Mr. Black-haired-touching-what's-mine.
Where was this possessiveness coming from? I don't know, but at the moment I don't even care.
"Let's go, guys," says the older black haired one. "I don't want the kids to think I'm falling into old habits again. I fought an alcohol addiction after their mother died, took me a while to pull myself out. By the way you can crash at my place, it's closer."
"All right. Let's go" says the gray one.
Good. Now that they're moving I can go home slowly too. After I finished my business with Mr. Thief!
I follow behind them, hiding my hair under my hoody. This color would be too obvious.
I watch as they laugh and cling to each other for support. It seems Mr. Thief is the more sober of them. Hah! At least he'll know what hit him.
I followed them for quite some time. Until I was sure no by-passer will interrupt our conversation.
Then they reach the 1st street lamp that isn't working and I attack. They didn't even see it coming. I knock the 2 men's heads into the nearest wall. I don't even watch their unconscious bodies fall, and I'm on the one I'm here for.
He already has a knife in hand, and he attacks. I grab his hand that's holding his blade and twist it. But he doesn't release it from his grip.
He's good. He knows he should never let go of his weapon.
He raises his other fist, but I block it with my forearm before it can reach my face. He kicks me with his right leg in the ribs and I double over in pain.
"Shit! You bastard!" I cry out. I've released his knife hand.
He cuts in my direction but I sidestep it and kick towards his head, which he catches. With my leg in a vice in the crook of his arm I can't move and I can do nothing to prevent him from shoving me back. I trip over one of the fallen man, and I hear them groan in pain.
Shit! Where are my reflexes?! It's like I've lost all the training I've had. Get yourself together, you idiot!
"You're..." I look up at him as he speaks.
His eyes are wide in shock. He's looking at the top of my head. And that's when I notice my hood has fallen off. Must've been when I tripped over and fell onto the ground.
Using his momentary shock I jump at him, pushing him onto the ground. He hisses in pain.
Must hurt to fall with me sitting on top of him.
Using the time he's distracted I hit him in the jaw. Hard. I hear a sickening crack and his cry of pain.
With angry eyes he stabs the knife towards me. I catch it at the last second, inches from my throat. I hold down his other hand. I can't have him breaking free. This is about survival now.
Our hands shake.
He's strong. No matter how much I try to twist the knife -so it won't threaten my life- he doesn't falter. I have to play dirty.
Using my position on top of him as my advantage, I push down on his lungs, making him gasp.
Perfect.
I twist the knife in his hand towards his face and with one swift movement I stab it into his eye up to the hilt with his own hands. He barely cries out in agony, as the blade cuts through his nerves, before he goes still; his other eye is looking at me in shock. But not even the tears in the corner of his good eye will make it less lifeless.
I stand up, pulling my hood back over my head. I don't need people to recognize me 'cause of my hair. It's natural, but I hate it sometimes. Makes it harder to hide.
I look down at the dead body with cold eyes.
Shouldn't have looked at what's mine. Did you really need it?
Shit, I have to get out of here. As soon as possible.
I sigh and turn around to get away from the scene.
...
"What does the Boss want from me?" I ask the man.
I was slowly walking home, business done, enjoying the peaceful night, watching the sky, when suddenly a black car with black windows stopped next to me. Doesn't take a genius to realise who sent the man -who's walking next to me right now-, even if he hadn't said the Boss wanted me back.
Arg! I mean I know I've left a little bit of a mess tonight, but still... They pay for me to kill! I do it every day! If I leave a mess, there's always the cleaner staff whose job is to fucking CLEAN! He should've just called them after I was finished with that bastard.
The man next to me remains silent. We reach the office of our Boss, and he pushes me in.
"Hey, watch it! These are my only clothes..." I murmur the end of the sentence.
Even though I get a lot of money, I spend some on drinks, when I'm out with Fujita for a bonding night, but I mostly spend it on art stuff, 'cause no matter what, that's something I'll always love doing. Seriously, having hands was worth being an Arrancar more than the power!
I look towards my boss.
He's standing before... a mirror? Yep. That egoistical bastard...
He pushes up the mirror revealing a hidden safe.
I've changed my mind.Cleveregoistical bastard.
He takes his phone out and starts typing the numbers in. Exactly 20 numbers, and opens it.
That's the moment I decide to announce my presence. I plop down on the leather sofa and snatch up one of the two glasses of Whisky that's sitting on the table.
Hmm... My Boss has good taste.
"Seriously! What now? I was on my way home!" I growl.
"Grimmjow-san..." He says shutting the safe door and sitting down at his desk, a black portfolio in hand.
"Didn't I do a good enough job with cuttin' his heart out? Is tha' it?"
"Grimmjow...!"
"It wasn't my fault he bled all over the fuckin' floor! Ya know it's na-"
"Fujita is dead."
I quiet at that. I watch his cold expression with wide eyes.
What...? No... That's impossible. He was alive and well just hours ago.
"He was killed" He continues, and shoves the papers toward me.
I look down at them. Documents of him. How he got into the yakuza, what he did, when he did it... A copy of his last will...
I go to the end of the portfolio. There are pictures of him. A lifeless eye. In the place of the other one is a knife, pushed up to the hilt.
Shit... Fuck...
I feel anger and a pain in my chest I've never felt before.
He was a good man. It shouldn't have happened to him. Whoever it was I'm gonna kill him.
I grit my teeth and shut the documents in my hand, tossing it towards my boss in fury.
"I know he was your friend. That's why I didn't let my men kill his murderer."
I look up at him with cold blue eyes.
"Two of my men were with Fujita tonight. They were hit, and knocked unconscious. One of them was woken when the murderer fell on him during his fight with Fujita, and knocked him out cold when he tried to run away after he killed him. He called me and I told him to bring that man here. I thought you might want to take your grief out on him..."
"Who is he?" I ask, glaring.
"We don't know. He had no papers with him. We have no idea who he is. But it won't be a problem any longer."
"Where is he?"
...
"Well, well, well..." I snarl opening the door to the middle of the dimly lit dungeon room. "Who do we have here?"
Head bowed, hands tied behind his back to the chair, legs to the legs of said chair, in a black hoody and black jeans sits a man.
The murderer of my first and only friend.
"I asked..." I snarl angrily. "Who. Do. We. Have. HERE?!"
And to emphase my words, I hit him in the head with my every word.
He calmly moves his head back to his original position, not saying a word, not even whimpering in pain after my blows.
"What is it? Cat got your tongue?" I hiss at him.
I can't even recognize my own voice it's so dark with anger and the intent to make this man suffer. To avenge my friend. Oooooh, how I'll love to hear him cry for mercy. And as he's soooooo quiet now it'll be all the more fun to make him scream and beg!
I move towards the table where all my tools are.
I pick up a scalpel, but I put it down as soon as my eyes land on a knife.
Who will want to cut his eyes out with such a tiny blade, when I have the same knife here that killed the person I'm about to avenge?
Fujita's knife.
He loved this one. I remember, he told me. It was the same one he made his first kill with. Life truly is a heartless bitch.
I pick it up. Ebony hilt with silver.
I walk back towards the man sitting unmoving on the chair.
"You killed my friend. Eye for an eye, you bastard!"
I grab the linen bag on his head and pull it off, accidentally gabbing his hair, making him turn his head towards me.
I stumble back, knife falling from my hand, its clatter echoing in the silent room, as I look into the equally wide eyes of the one I've been trying to avoid for the last three months.
Happy (late) Easter! This is my present for it. So far this is the longest chapter!
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