Hey there! I'm sorry for such a long wait! Please forgive me! For some reason I only really get in the mood to write when it rains. And thanks to my being in Florida I'm more inspired than ever because it's been raining for almost a month straight here! Well I hope you enjoy and please don't get upset with me for the late post and how I end this chapter ;P
With rain coming down in buckets outside the large window that covered Grimmjow's wall, he grumbled to himself as he threw his blankets back over his head. It was another dark weather day, and he really didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed. But all good things come to an end as his phone rang on the night stand next to him. With a loud sigh, he reached from under the covers and grasped the device before swiping to answer. He didn't even look to see who was calling.
"Hello?" He asked in a groggy voice.
"Where the hell are you? It's second period dude! I'm getting my ass chewed off here because I'm supposed to apparently be your keeper according to the damn teach!" He heard Nnoitra holler into the phone before he heard speaking in the background.
"I'm in bed. Bye." Grimmjow said softly before hanging up without a reply from the other. He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand and stuffed his head under the pillow once more. He intended to stay like that for as long as he possibly could. But his phone dinged with a text before he could drift off once again.
Reaching for the device once more, he'd pulled it under the pillow with him and unlocked it. A message from Nnoi of course. 'Dude not cool y am I gettin yelled at cuz yer ass ain't here?' With a soft huff of entertainment, Grimmjow ignored the message and pulled his blanket around him as tight as he could. He hated the weather when it rained, it was always so dark and dreary, it reminded him of the past.
Lifting the pillow to look out toward the rain, he grumbled to himself. It was impossible for him to stay in bed all day and he knew that. If Nnoitra didn't call him again to yell at him, he'd most certainly come over and do it personally. Either way Grimmjow knew that he'd be getting an earful of complaints from the other sooner or later.
Thinking this over made Grimmjow throw the blankets off him and stand up, his bare feet touching the cold hardwood floors sent a shiver over him. Walking to the window he placed his hand against it, watching as the surrounding glass fogged from his body heat against the cold of the transparency. A knock at the door however made his already rigid form jump; his head whipping around toward the door, eyes a little surprised by the noise, he just stood there staring at it.
Grimmjow finally moved toward the wooden piece that barricaded him from whomever it was that was coming to visit. Looking through the peephole to see who it was that was out there, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw a head of green hair standing on the other side.
"Oh come on Grimmy, I know you're in there Itsygo told me you weren't in class today." She said in her usual energetic tone.
"Hang on, I need to get dressed." He sighed out before turning and heading toward his dresser. He wasn't too surprised to see Neliel there, but that didn't mean he was expecting it, or wishing for it. In fact quite the opposite.
Once he finally got on a plain black V-neck, and a pair of jeans that held loosely to his waist, he opened the door, only to get tackled by the girl who seemed impatient from waiting. "Grimmy!" She hollered, her voice loud enough to make him cringe. However that wasn't the pain that bothered him. The real pain came before he even landed on the ground.
Rain. It was raining, then static. The voices of people, he could hear them all around him, but he couldn't make out words, nor could he detect any voices he knew. More static. Grimmjow landed on the floor on his back, Nel's arms around him in a hug, but her hand was behind his head as to make sure he didn't get injured. He felt the rain against his cheeks as he looked toward the sky, as he looked toward Grimmjow. It was another scene and he already knew it. But this one was different from the others. He couldn't see the face of the victim, he couldn't see any pedestrians, but he could hear them, and he could feel what it was that the person standing there felt. He could feel each drop of rain that touched the other form's skin. He could feel the person's heartbeat, and he knew that the person here knew that their time was almost up."This rain, I can't believe it's during this damn rain." The voice that came from the faceless form in front of his had no tone. It was as if it was a generic voice, the voice one thinks in. He didn't exactly hear the voice, but he could see that the person had lips, and that they were speaking. But the words just seemed to come to his mind. Then an umbrella passed over his face, and a green car came into view.
Gasping for air, the scene was gone, and Grimmjow was back to the real world. His heart was beating frantically, and his breath was short. His head shifted from side to side as his brain was trying to keep up with what had just occurred. He heard a voice and his eyes locked onto a startled Nel.
"Grimmjow?" Her voice repeated his name, this time reaching his ears.
"Sorry, could you get off me please?" He asked as he tried his best to conceal the desperation in his voice.
Nel stood up and held out a hand toward the blue haired male, only to have it ignored. He got up on his own and walked toward the window. "So... Um... What brings you here?" He asked as he rested his head against the window, watching as his breath fogged it up.
Nel moved to stand next to him with her head tilted toward the window, "Ichigo told me." She said in a stoic voice.
Grimmjow just shut his eyes and sighed. "And I also heard about you two. Though he never told me how one becomes an immortal."
Turning to face inward toward her features just as stoic as her voice now, "We weren't born like this if you really want to know. There have been a few immortals that were young enough to be called infants, but they didn't survive." She glanced over to see that Grimmjow's attention was now fully on her. "You see, immortals are created by an obstruction in time. I was supposed to die long ago; I received a blow to the head you see. A man hit me in the head. Five hundred years ago, I was supposed to die in the woods, killed by my own brother. But for some reason, Ichigo was there. He saved me, you see he shoved my brother at the same time that he swung, and just slightly, he managed to hit lighter than he tried for. He knocked me out, and thought I was dead. Hell even I thought I was dead.
"Anyway, I will explain that in order for one to become an immortal, they need to live through the death scene that they've been written. Usually in order to survive it, another immortal is required to intervene but it's not impossible for someone to survive without one around. Ichigo for example, is the only espada that I know of that survived his own death without the assistance of another immortal.
Grimmjow listened to the explanation from the girl. And while listening, there was no shock, no sadness, no joy, or surprise, his features were stoic, and his mind was accepting of the words she'd given him. For a moment, he seemed quiet, but after a minute he nodded. "I get it now. That's why he was able to step in and save Loly from being hit by that car."
Nel nodded but held herself as if introverted for some reason; her arms were behind her with her hands planted against the window. Her chin was down and her shoulders were turned inward. It was as if she were either embarrassed or upset about what she was about to say next. "He doesn't consider it saving someone when he protects them from their death. He doesn't always mean to protect them, but sometimes he just can't help but step in."
Grimmjow moved away from the window, crossing his arms over his chest, "so than how did Ichigo survive?" He asked before turning to look at Nel for an answer.
She looked down toward the tips of her toes, "he doesn't talk about it. He never told me that, every time I bring it up, he just kind of shuts down and leaves." Slipping his arms into a jacket, the blue haired male looked to his guest.
"Let's go get something to eat at the cafe down the street." He said before grabbing his wallet, phone, and keys.
Nelliel didn't argue, she just followed along without a word. Normally it would cause an awkward feeling in the air for two people to be walking along a hallway silently, but with these two, it was obvious that they were comfortable with the idea of silence. However just as they were making their way into the elevator, both of their phones rang in unison making them both jump slightly by the sudden noise. They looked from one another before fishing out their devices.
"Hello?" Grimmjow was the first to answer his once he saw that Nnoitra was the one calling him.
"Ay buddy, I'm in the lobby down stairs, was thinking of coming up but then figured you might want to get something to eat?" His friend asked from the other line.
With a soft chuckle he nodded to no one in particular, "actually I'm already on my way down there with Nel. We were gonna go over to Rukongai for a snack. We'll be in the lobby in a sec."
"Oh Nel's with you? Awesome, I got Ichigo here with me!" He said with a laugh.
Letting out a sigh, Grimmjow simply hung up on the other while he and Nel waited for the elevator to finally reach the ground floor. "Ichigo wanted to make sure that I was with you; he's the one that called me." She said with a flirty smile toward the blue haired male.
Once the doors to the elevator opened, Grimmjow could feel heat rising to his face quickly. Ichigo and Nnoitra were standing side by side talking. Nnoi of course sported his favorite white tank-top and black jeans look, with the tank being completely see-through thanks to the weather. Ichigo wore a red plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair was darker due to the rain, and with the water dripping from his locks, it was obvious that neither had an umbrella. His dark jeans were a tight fit for him, and his black converse squeaked when pivoted on the tile floors of the lobby.
"Hey there Grimm." Ichigo said with a two fingered salute.
Grimmjow dropped his head slightly to watch where he was walking before walking passed the other two. For some reason, he just couldn't look the male in the eye, something about the situation made him nervous and anxious at the same time.
"Hey." Ichigo called as he reached for the blue haired male's arm. Upon contact, Grimmjow went rigid, his mind went black for what seemed like years. The sounds of small bells ringing made their way into his mind. He didn't understand, he tried to look left and right, but there was nothing. Nothing but black, and the feel of rain.
The feel of rain, and the heat of fire. That's all that Grimmjow could make out in the darkness. The nothingness felt like it was driving Grimmjow to the brink of insanity, but within the moment, he could hear a faint voice. It was a woman's. An older woman's.
"Ichigo! Ichigo where are you?!" A woman with orange hair moved along a hallway, a hand covering her face, and her eyes held tight. Her left hand was on a wall as if it were leading her the way. Then came the heat, the heat of flames that engulfed the room behind her. Smoke billowed out and filled the air, her lungs trying to retreat from the toxic air, and her eyes wetting from the sting of the heat. "Ichigo!" She screamed again, her lungs burning from the blackened air.
She could hear a scream come from another room, two doors down. She rushed as quickly as she could toward the door, two feet from it and a beam from the ceiling collapsed and fell to the ground in front of her, pinning the door shut. "Ichigo! I'm coming baby!" She screamed again, her hands gripped the burning wood of the beam, skin sizzling against the glowing red. Pain shot through her, but it didn't cease. She didn't cease. Struggling, she screamed in pain as she lifted the beam off the door and pushed it out of the way.
Once the wood was on the ground, she looked at her hands quickly to see if they were still usable. It didn't take long to realize that she couldn't feel anything anymore on her hands. The skin was charred, and her nerves were ruined. Unfazed by the sight of her hands, the woman quickly reached for the rope that opened the door, but it was gone. The handle to the door had burned away with the flames.
Flames billowed higher toward the ceiling, and the door that stood in front of her, also stood ablaze. Taking only a second of hesitation, she rammed her shoulder into the burning door. It could easily be heard that the wood cracked from the hit. Stepping back for just a second she threw herself back at the door and felt it give way. The hinges of the door pulled from the frame, and the center collapsed inward.
Looking around the room frantically she finally found the boy who she was looking for. Except it was an older male. Looking around the age of 18 or 19, he was face down on the floor. "Ichigo!" The woman cried as she snatched him up in her arms and pulled him close. There were burn marks on his arms, back, stomach, and legs; the skin would scar.
"I got you Ichigo, I got you. Mommy's here for you." The woman said as she pulled him into her arms bridal style. The woman seemed to be stronger than she looked. Either that or Ichigo was lighter than he looked.
Looking back toward the door, the frame collapsed in front of her in the blaze. She frantically looked around trying to find some way to save her child. Her eyes landed on it. She wasn't even sure if it was a safe idea as they were on the fourth floor of the building. But she went for it, she ran as fast as she could muster and leaped out the window with her child.
