Soooooo sorry for the super late update, I've been have computer problems and stuff so take my excuse or not.

This is basically that Tatsuki's thoughts change and is leading up to the most dramatic chapter so far (Chapter 15) so anyways please enjoy.

This contains a flashback (cough, its a situation from the real story plot and converted it into one that will fit into this story)

-Enjoy-

-HARSH: Chapter 12-

Swirls crash into dizziness. Blinking, I try to get a hold on reality. I groan and sit up.

…What just…?

My head sways and bobbles and I fall onto the floor. I stare at the small, distant fan, which only makes my head ache ever so more. My eyelids slowly drag shut and my mind hazes off.

Time: Almost Two Years Ago

"Ichigo," I say, watching from my apartment window.

He's being harassed again. Yup, thugs just love to provoke him.

It's probably about his appearance (yeah, orange hair tends to get some attention in this neighborhood) or that he helped arrest some crooks (he's known to be pals with the police).

I see the thug grab his hair. Yanking his head back, he takes a switchblade to his neck. Ichigo acts fast and grabs the guy's wrist, and then the blade is lost in the alley's darkness. The other gets back the upper hand, throwing rapid punches at Ichigo's face.

I'm horrified-

Okay, this is enough!

I take my duffle bag, unzip it and remove my recently purchased .45 ACP (I lied about my age). I run down the stairwell and across the street, but what stops me is the sight of Ichigo, with his knife pulled out. He cuts down one the attacker with brutal force. The other is about to strike when a man emerges from the shadows. The newcomer places a hand on the thug's shoulder and a moment later, they leave Ichigo behind.

Shaking off the memory, I push myself to stand and go to the door… that is locked.

I sigh at how annoying the situation is. I accept the fact I can't do anything and I make my way to the bed. Sitting down, my gaze goes to the floor.

Grimmjow's not here, but his buddy is, and I can tell the latter doesn't want anything to do with me.

I rub my temple in attempt to take the pain away. It doesn't really work, but my sight has mostly been restored.

Something on the floor gets my attention. I bend over and take it into my hand. It's a white plastic card with a small '6' in the corner. I flip it around and realize that it's an ID card.

On it is a front profile view of Grimmjow, looking annoyed as usual.

"Jaegerjaquez, Grimmjow" is his full name. I skip some of the detail until I reach his age.

There's no way he can be twenty-three!

So I bet he was an underage drinker.

I fiddle the card in my hands for a short period of time. Dropping it, I lose interest. I kick it under the bed and fall onto the linens. Groaning out of boredom and a massive headache, I roll onto my stomach. Breathing in, his scent whirls into my lungs.

His smell is strange.

I nearly slap myself.

Moving on…

Closing my eyes, I pull my eyebrows together.

Stupid Universe… Why do you hate me?

The door opens and closes before I can even look. I push myself off the bed and turn around. On the floor is a scattered pair of chopsticks and a container flipped on its side. Almost like a savage, I drop to my knees and pick up the items. Removing the lid, I discover that the container is nearly empty but has enough food to satisfy me from starvation. I jam the chopsticks into it and withdraw a considerable amount of noodles. I stuff my face with the -I think- ramen.

It's not too bad.

But it's gone as soon as it came.

I angrily throw whatever is left at the door, making sure that it hits it loud enough to get Grimmjow's buddy's attention.

I glare at the door. It's the only thing keeping me from running away. Or, you know, fighting back, because I'm fully capable of the situation. At least until Ichigo shows up. And an idiot he will be when he does.

So this is what it's like to be involved? Captured, locked up in an apartment, and held as a hostage? I knew it wasn't going to be pretty, but really? This is getting to my head, but what's really sad is that I'm better than this! I can take these guys easily with one punch to the jugular! But why haven't I made a move?

Fear.

I'm not afraid of them! I'm not scared to shoot! I can't be stopped because that's the person I am.

Fear of what?

No one can scare me. Ever since I was little I was able to throw away fear and protect those I can't go on without. Gang member or school bully –there's no difference! However there it more a stake. Lives are on the line and one slip up can end them.

Loss.

Why the hell am I bringing this up, anyways?

Change.

I get it!

Fear of fearing.

Okay, conscience, you better shut up!

But for hours it doesn't.

Think it's boring? Then sorry for wasting your time.

Thanks of reading to all that have.