Grimmjow's P.O.V
"What in the hell did you just say?" Ichigo asked me, again. He continued to look at me in shock, like he didn't believe a word that I had said to him. I was beginning to grow irritated with repeating myself.
"For god's sake dumbass, I told you what the fuck happened at Harley's house, now quite fucking making me fucking repeat myself. It's beginning to fucking irritate me" I said, practically yelling at Ichigo. I hadn't meant to be so harsh, let alone yell him. But I've already told him 3 times what had happened at Harley's house. Ichigo's lips parted slightly, a heavy sigh escaping them. He took his hand and placed it on the back of his neck; beginning to rub it slightly. I could tell that he was having trouble soaking in all of the information that I have given him. I mean I was still having trouble soaking it all in and I was there.
"Like Harley's life wasn't complicating enough" Ichigo mumbled. My lips curved up into a smirk.
"You're telling me this" I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes at him. Ichigo's eyes locked with mine.
"You're one of the fucking reasons why her life is so complicated, Grimmjow." My eyes narrowed into slits as I glared at Ichigo. He was already irritating me enough; does he really want to irritate me more?
"Obviously asking for his ass to be kicked isn't he?" my panther said. I could hear the irritation in his voice as well, which wasn't good; both of us being extremely irritated. Every time the both of us were irritated bad things happened.
"I'm not even going to go there" I told him. I knew that if I laid a finger on Ichigo, Harley would have my neck. And I didn't want her to be mad at me again. I was growing tired fighting with her. And sometimes she was scarier than anyone that I have ever met. Plus knowing what I know about her now made her even scarier.
"You know eventually you are going to have to fight him. Remember, you're the enemy." I groaned loudly at my panther's words. He was right. Sooner or later Ichigo or someone else that I've met here is going to have to fight. We're enemies after all.
"Yo, are you listening to me Grimmjow?" I snapped out of my conversation with my panther. Ichigo was standing closer to me, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I let out a low growl, grabbed his wrist, and flung it to the side.
"Do not fucking snap your fingers at me, strawberry" I snapped, using Harley's nickname for Ichigo. Ichigo's eyes narrowed, a small, blue vein popping out of his forehead.
"You're the one who wasn't fucking listening to a word I said. So don't get fucking snappy with me, Grimmjow. And who the hell gave you permission to call me that? Don't even call me that" Ichigo snapped back. The both of us stood there, glaring at one another. I tsked, backing down because I wasn't really in the mood to fight such a pointless fight; surprising, coming from me considering who I really am. I guess Ichigo was right, the more you hang around Harley, the more things you pick up. I wasn't really sure if I liked that, weather it was good or bad. But as of now, I didn't care.
"What were you saying anyways?" I asked him, ignoring everything that Ichigo had said just a second ago. Ichigo noticed the change in my mood. He was now staring at me questionably. I growled at him, giving him a warning to not say anything about the change in my mood. Usually I would have fought back with Ichigo, but this time I didn't. I didn't really have the patience too. Ichigo's lips moved upright, a smirk forming on his face.
"What I was saying was what are we going to do about Harley's father?" Ichigo asked me again. I tilted my head upwards and looked up at the sky. My lips parted slightly, a heavy sigh escaping them as I thought about Ichigo's question. But to be honest, I didn't know what to do about Harley's father. I know him personally and I know that he isn't someone to mess around with. But it wasn't like I could tell anyone else that. Harley's still trying to figure out how I knew her father and I still have really answered her how I knew her father. If I did answer Harley, I would have to tell her who I really was. And to be honest, I wasn't ready to do that.
I wasn't ready to lose Harley.
"Grimmjow" Ichigo said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tilted my head back down and looked over at Ichigo.
"All I know right now is that I want to fucking kill the bastard and make him pay for what he did too Harley. But first off, we don't know where he is. Second off, we don't know what he's capable of. And lastly, we don't know anything else that would help us in figuring out what to do with him or how to handle him. We would end up going into the fight blind. Even though I tend to do that a lot, but I have a feeling that we shouldn't do that with her father" I told him.
I hope that Ichigo didn't pick up on me lying. I knew where Harley's father was. I know, mostly, what he is capable of. I know a lot about Harley's father. But again, I couldn't tell anyone without telling them who I was first. Things were getting harder and harder as the days passed. And I was running out of ways to deal with them, to lie to everyone about who I was. I was running out of time as well. Azien would be asking for Harribel, Ulquiorra, and I to come back, and soon.
I wasn't ready to leave just yet though.
Harley's P.O.V
My entire body was stiff, yet I couldn't find the strength to move. My arms were still wrapped around my legs that were still pressed up against my chest. No matter how hard or how much I tried to move, I couldn't. I was about to give up until I felt a familiar presence behind me.
I didn't move my body though, since I was still having trouble moving my limbs. Instead I tore my gaze from Ichigo's mother's grave, lifted my head a little bit, and glanced over at the person now standing beside me.
"What do you want, Kisuke?" I rasped out. My entire mouth was dry and my throat felt like it was closing because my mouth was so dry. I guess I had cried too much that I let all of the water out of my body. I was becoming dehydrated. Kisuke continued to stare down at me, his eyes full of sorrow. If I could move my body, I would have stood up and slapped him for it. I hated pity; I hated people feeling sorry for me. And what made it worse, was that Kisuke knew that I hated people feeling sorry for me and pitying me. It was the one thing that I couldn't really stand. When people did that, it made everything in my body burn in anger. Kisuke tore his gaze from mine and stared up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set.
How long was I really out here? The last time I remembered the sky was bright blue, barely any clouds in the sky, and it wasn't even the afternoon yet. Now the sky was cloudy, multicolored as the sun became to set behind the horizon.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt. I know that everything is a little too much to soak in right now" Kisuke paused. He continued to look at the setting sun and the multicolored sky as he chose his next words carefully.
"You mean too much" I said. A loud groan escaped Kisuke's now parted lips. His gaze dropped from the sky and back onto me.
"I wish things were different. I wish things weren't so hard for you. And I wish that you're life wasn't so complicated, Harley. But we can't change the past. The only thing that we can do is face it, learn from it, and move forward with it." I really hated it when Kisuke got like this, when he went into speech mood. But I wasn't in the mood to stop him. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anything more right now.
"How do you expect me to move on from my past when it's following me? When I'm still learning about it? When my past is coming at me full force? There was so much that I didn't know about myself, about my life; that I'm now just learning about. I can't exactly face my past when there are still so many unanswered questions. Like why did my father slaughter my two families? And who were both of my families really? I mean there must be things about them that not even you know. There's so much to take it in and even more to learn. I'm so confused. My emotions are everywhere, my mind is everywhere. I just don't know what to do right now." I stopped, if I didn't I was going to go on and on with the things that were running through my mind. If I didn't stop, I wouldn't have been able too. Kisuke didn't say anything; he just stood there; staring down at me. His gaze was heavy against my skin. I wanted him to say something, anything. I needed him too. Otherwise the things that continued to run into my head would come out and I wouldn't be able to control them or stop them.
"I can't answer all of your questions, but I can answer some." I gave Kisuke a questionable look. Kisuke reached into the bag that was slung over his shoulders, the bag that I just now noticed. When his hand came out of the bag, he was now holding a box. Not a big box and not a small box, a decent sized box. "This box holds some items and a letter" Kisuke said. He walked closer to me, bent down, and placed the box on the ground beside me. The questionable look from my face didn't fade, it became even more questionable. Kisuke's eyes locked with mine. In my mind it seemed like the both of us stayed like that, eyes locked for the longest time. But in reality it was only seconds. Kisuke tore his gaze from mine, straightened himself back up, and turned around, heading towards the exit. But before Kisuke got too far from hearing distance, he stopped.
"The contents in the box are from your mother, your real mother." My entire body stiffened even more than it already was, if that was even possible. Kisuke stood there for just a second before continuing to walk out of the cemetery, leaving me alone.
The second that Kisuke had said that the box was from my mother, my real mother, I couldn't stop staring at it. I wanted to open it, look at the items that she had left me, and more importantly read the letter that she had written. But again, I couldn't move. My body was still frozen in place. So instead of doing what every fiber of my being wanted to do, I brought my gaze back over to Ichigo's mother's headstone; burying my head back in between my head and my knees. I didn't cry this time though, I couldn't even if I had wanted too because I had drained all of the water from my body.
Grimmjow's P.O.V
"I think I've given her enough time to sulk" I said. Ichigo and I were back at the cemetery where his mother was buried. Harley was still in the position that we had left her and it looked like she hadn't even moved an inch. It was really making my heart ache. It was hard for me to soak in all of the information that Kisuke had given us back at her house; I can't even truly imagine how hard it is for her to soak it all up. Ichigo didn't say anything, he did what I was doing; staring at Harley. I could tell that he felt sorry for her. His eyes gave him away.
"I'll go get it" Ichigo said. The second that Ichigo moved forward, I quickly extended my arm out towards him; stopping him from moving any further. Ichigo turned his head, his brown orbs locking with my blue ones.
"I'll go get her" I said. Ichigo eyes narrowed. It looked like he was getting pissed, but too be honest; I didn't care. "You know that Harley hates it when people feel sorry for her. Your eyes are laced with sorrow and pity that it's sickening. I'll go get her" I told him seriously. Ichigo continued to stare at me, eyes narrowed. But I didn't back down. Harley's had enough for one day; she didn't need to handle anything more. And if I could stop her from handling anything more, I would; no hesitation. A low, heavy sigh escaped Ichigo's lips. I could tell that he was backing down, that he knew that my words were true.
"Fine, just take care of her" Ichigo said. Basically he was saying, take care of her or I'll hurt you. But he didn't say it; he let the unspoken words hang in the air. A smirk formed on my face. I rolled my eyes at him.
"You know I will." I began to walk over to where Harley was, leaving Ichigo behind outside of the cemetery. As I walked, I heard the echo's of Ichigo's footsteps as he walked away from the gravesite, trusting me to take care of Harley. Which I don't see why he worried so much, I knew that he cared for Harley, maybe even loved her. But I wasn't going to harm her. I don't even think that I can harm her if I tried.
But I knew that deep down I was going too. When the truth came out and she learned that I was the enemy. I knew that she was going to think that everything about me was a lie, which it was at the start. But now, now I didn't want to lie to Harley. I didn't want to hurt her. I've changed a lot since I've met Harley, in more ways than one. I don't mind that much. In truth, I guess you can say that I'm a better person because of her.
I stopped, right before I reached Harley. My gaze drifted downwards, landing on her back. I didn't know if she knew that I was here or not, but I didn't make myself known just yet. My eyes flickered towards the left. There was a light brown box right beside her. I stepped a little closer to Harley, bending down, and looking more closely at the box. It wasn't that big, it was decent sized. It had some weird designs all over it; I couldn't make out what the designs were though, and the box had a white strip around the top and the bottom of it.
"It's from my mother." My body tensed. A shiver was sent down my entire body, forming goose bumps in its place. My gaze tore from the box and lingered over to my right. My eyes locked with Harley's. Her eyes were huge and puffy and as red as the color. There were still streams of tears that rain down Harley's face, plastered there like they were staining her face. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was exhausted and very dehydrated from crying almost all day. My eyes softened towards Harley. It was weird, being soft when I was known as the cold, blood-thirsty 6th Espada. But I didn't mind being soft, especially when it was towards Harley. Anyone else though wouldn't see this side of me. They wouldn't have lived if they did. And plus, I don't really have the feelings to be soft towards anyone else, just her.
"Have you looked to see what's inside it?" I asked her. My gaze returned towards the brown box. I wondered when it got here and who brought it, but I didn't ask. It didn't really matter since the person who delivered it didn't harm her in any way from what I could tell.
"No, I didn't. I haven't really been able to move. My body is too stiff" Harley spoke. I could tell that she was forcing the words out. Her mouth must be dry to the point where her throat feels like it's closing on her. I shook my head back and forth. I couldn't believe that she would let herself become this weak. The Harley that I knew was stubborn, strong, and independent. But I guess even the strongest people have their breaking point.
Harley would be my breaking point if it came down to it. I knew that much.
I wasn't sure if I liked that or not, having a weakness. I always picked on my fraccion for having weaknesses and being weak, but now I'm becoming just like them. It was both odd and new for me. I liked it, but then again in ways I didn't. I was confused by all of this.
"Come on" I said. Harley gave me a questionable look. She wasn't sure what I was going to do. I stood back up, closed the distance between us, bent back down, put one of my arms underneath her legs and my other arm around her back, and picked her off of the ground. Harley's entire body tensed in my arms. Her aroma began to fill my nose, fill my body. The electricity from the contact between us began to surge through my body intensely. But I didn't let it affect me; I didn't let the heat take over. All I wanted to do was get Harley home, get a lot of water into her, and force her to sleep. There will be other times for us to do what I really wanted to do with her. And I really couldn't wait until that day happened. But until then, I was going to take care of her instead of pounce her.
"Don't forget the box" Harley told me. Her voice was still raspy, but now it was laced with lust. I guess my aroma made its way into Harley's entire body already and the electricity between us was surging through her as well.
"I won't, but you're going to have to grab it" I told her. I bent back down towards the box, Harley still in my arms. It took Harley awhile to extend her arm towards the box. She grabbed it tightly and placed it onto her chest.
"Thank you" Harley said. Harley snuggled up against my chest, causing the electricity between us to heighten. Another shiver was sent down my entire body, but I shook the feeling away. I knew that Harley wasn't in the mood to do anything, so I didn't push things. Even though I wanted so badly to take her and make her mine.
"Wow, you are becoming soft Grimmjow" my panther laughed. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed him into the back of my mind. I didn't want to deal with him right now, not when I was trying so hard to fight against the lust that I was feeling right now towards Harley. I began to make my way out of the cemetery and towards Harley's house. By this time the sun had finished setting, the moon taking its place and the darkness began to take over. The only source of light was from the moon itself and from the tiny little stars in the sky.
Harley's P.O.V
It took the rest of my strength to fight against the lust for Grimmjow that was surging through my body. But I had won, this time anyways. Next time though is a different story. Once we reached my house, Grimmjow opened the door; closing and locking it behind him, and making his way towards my room. The images of what happened before the meeting with Kisuke and everyone played through my head. If I wasn't snuggled up against Grimmjow's chest, he would have noticed the bright red blush that made its way onto my face.
"Don't even think about doing anything, Grimmjow. I'm not in the mood right now" I said. My voice was still raspy from being dehydrated, but it was still laced with the lust that I was feeling right now. Grimmjow's chest vibrated against me, my body lightly shaking because of it, as a loud chuckle echoed around the walls.
"Don't worry, kitten. I'll wait until you're in the mood to do anything" Grimmjow said playfully. My lips curved up, a smile forming on my face. I didn't think that I would be in a happy mood after everything that I had learned today about my past, but when I was around Grimmjow I couldn't help but feel safe, comfortable, and happy around him.
I knew that I had fallen for Grimmjow, but I wasn't going to let him know that. Plus there are still things that Grimmjow has to answer. Like how does he know my father? How did he know about the vizords? Only the soul reapers and the nonhumans like Orihime, Chad, Uryu, and Ichigo knew about the vizords. So how did Grimmjow, a human, know about the vizords? I mean, I knew that Grimmjow was a little different from being a regular human. But I guess the real question is, just how different from being a human is he?
"You're lucky that I'm too tired to fight you right now for calling me kitten" I told him. I lifted my hand a little; the one that wasn't holding my mother's box, balled it into a fist, and playfully punched him in the chest. Another chuckle vibrated through Grimmjow's entire body.
"That so hurt, kitten" Grimmjow said. I knew that he was rolling his eyes at me from the sound of his voice. But it didn't matter; I knew he was playing around with me just as I was playing around with him. I was happy that Grimmjow was here. It made me feel a little better. Grimmjow opened the door to my room and walked in, placing me on the bed and pulling the covers over me. Our eyes locked instantly, sending shivers down my body. But I knew that it wasn't the time to let the lust take over, so I pushed it back even further. "I'll go get you a glass of water" Grimmjow said. He tore his gaze from mine, turned around, and headed towards the door.
"Make that a huge jug of water" I told Grimmjow before he walked out of my room. Grimmjow lifted one of his hands and waved it briefly.
"I knew that" he said sarcastically as he left my room. I leaned down even further into my bed. My entire bed felt like a cloud, so soft and comfortable, as I relaxed myself into it. My entire body felt sore and stiff for staying in the position that I did for so long, so it took awhile to allow my muscles to relax. Moments later Grimmjow walked back into my room, holding a big jug of ice cold water. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed at me as he walked over to my bed and set the jug of water on my nightstand. "What the hell are you laughing at?" Grimmjow asked me. I sat up slowly. "Here" Grimmjow handed me a glass.
"Thanks." I ignored Grimmjow's question and took the glass from him. Grimmjow poured the water into the glass as I held it into place. My mouth was so dry that everything in my body was dancing around happily as I placed the glass of water to my lips and drank the water until it was gone. Grimmjow took the now empty glass from me and poured some more water into it.
"Try drinking it slowly so you don't get sick" Grimmjow told me as he handed me the full glass of ice cold water. My eyes locked with Grimmjow's.
"You're actually telling someone who is extremely dehydrated that? Good luck with that one" I said sarcastically. I tore my gaze from Grimmjow and looked down at the water. I lifted the glass to my lips and again downed the water in seconds. It felt good, having the ice cold water make its way down my throat. I could feel myself becoming less and less dehydrated as I continued to down more and more water. Grimmjow poured me the last of the water from the jug into my glass and handed it to me. Again, I downed the water in seconds.
"Do you want me to get you another jug of water?" Grimmjow asked. He was looking at me like I was crazy for downing that much water in a short amount of time. I set the empty glass of water on to my nightstand and looked back over to him; locking eyes with him.
"No, I'm fine now. Thank you though" I said. I gave Grimmjow a small smile. I was telling him the truth, I did feel better. I wasn't dehydrated anymore, but I was exhausted. My body felt heavy with exhaustion. Grimmjow was looking at me like he didn't believe me. I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm telling you the truth, I'm fine. I'm just exhausted, that's all" I reassured him. Grimmjow nodded his head slightly at me.
"Okay, so why don't you get some rest" Grimmjow told me. He stood up as I laid down; again burying myself in my bed, and pulled the covers back over at me. Grimmjow was being sweet, extremely sweet, to me. It was odd and new, but it was nice. It was a whole different side to Grimmjow that I haven't seen before. I liked it, since I was so used to Grimmjow's sarcastic, smartass, hard ass side of him; it was nice seeing the soft side of him.
"Aren't you going to join me?" I asked him. Again our eyes locked.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Harley" Grimmjow said. I knew why he was saying that, because we're both in heat. And it takes, literally, everything in us to fight it off if we have too. I grabbed Grimmjow's hand. The electricity began to surge through me, it was intense. His aroma began to fill my nose; it was more intense than the electricity that was surging through me. Grimmjow's eyes changed from just soft to soft with lust. I'm sure my eyes did the same thing, I wasn't sure since I can't actually see my eyes, but I was sure that it did.
"I know you won't do anything that I wouldn't allow you to do" I told him. Grimmjow's lips parted slightly as a heavy sigh escaped them, he closed his eyes a little like he was thinking. I couldn't help but follow the motions on his lips as he did that. I wanted to feel his lips against mine again. I wanted to feel Grimmjow's body pressed against mine. I wanted Grimmjow, like I always did when I touched him. But I fought against it. I just wanted him here, with me; for now.
Grimmjow's eyes opened back up, locking with mine again.
"If it gets to be too much, I'll have to leave" Grimmjow told me. My lips curved upward, a smile playing on my face.
"Deal" I said. Grimmjow sighed again and rolled his eyes at me.
"You're so lucky I love you" Grimmjow lowly mumbled as I scooted over, allowing him to have some room to lay down with me. I gave him a questionable look. I didn't exactly hear what he had just said.
"Did you say something?" I asked him. Grimmjow climbed in bed, laying down beside me, and pulled me towards him. I laid my head on his chest right above his heart and listened to it rapidly pound, waiting him to answer my question. Grimmjow chest lifted up and quickly went back down as he sighed heavily. He kissed the top of my forehead. The electricity between us was so intense that it was hard to breathe, but I continued to fight it because I didn't want him to leave. I just wanted to lay here with him as he held me tightly. It felt safe and at home being with him, in his arms. I didn't want it to end. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted it to end with him.
"No, I didn't say anything." I lifted my head off of Grimmjow's chest and looked up at him seriously.
"Are you sure? I thought I heard you say something" I asked him. Grimmjow's lips curved upward, forming a smirk.
"You're just hearing things, Harley. You're exhausted, go to bed" Grimmjow told me. I narrowed my eyes at him, but I didn't press things further. I wasn't in the mood to fight with him, because I swore that I heard him say something. I hated fighting with Grimmjow. It made everything in my body feel sick and wrong, so I just let things be as they were.
"You're going to be here when I wake up, right?" I asked him seriously. Grimmjow lifted his head, closing the distance between us. Ours eyes were still locked with one another's and our lips continued to brush against each other's. I held back a moan.
"Yes" Grimmjow said. He lightly pressed his lips against mine. The electricity was becoming too much, but before I lost control Grimmjow broke the kiss; laying his head back down on my pillow. "Get some sleep" he told me. Grimmjow closed his eyes as I laid my head back on his chest. I closed my eyes as well and began to listen to the rhythm of his heart. It was rapid, like mine. But it calmed me. It was peaceful actually. I continued to listen to his heart as I slowly began to drift into a deep sleep.