Howdy-hey, everybody! Thanks for coming back! Here's another batch of fanfiction goodness.
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Danielle rolled over in the bed, stretching and letting out a contented sigh. A tuft of blue hair tickled her nose, and she blew it out of the way gently before whispering, "Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?"
Grimmjow's eyes jerked open, and with a scream of terror leapt a decent six feet backwards.
"AAAAAGH! PSYCHO BITCH!"
"Dammit, Grimmjow! That's not how duets work!"
Ichigo poked his head past the door frame, confused. "What's all the noise for?" he asked. "And why are you in Danielle's room?" he questioned Grimmjow. A split second before, of course, he realized that it was evidently not Danielle's room, but Donald's.
Grimmjow clutched at his heart with his left hand, gasping for oxygen. "Scared the shit out of me!" he said through gulps of air. "I think my hair's turning white."
"Well, that isn't quite as appealing, but I can make do." Danielle admitted.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Grimmjow yelled back from his sitting position against the wall (and as far away from Danielle as he could manage). "How did you even get in here? I locked the door!"
"Oh, easy." Danielle said, stretching her arms above her head. "I jimmied the lock with an old credit card last night. You're cute when you're sleeping, by the way."
Grimmjow, panicked, bolted out of the room as quickly as he could.
Ichigo, looking disturbed, asked her, "You've really been in here all night?"
"No," she answered, grinning. "Only about five minutes."
"… Then why didn't you tell him that?" Ichigo wondered aloud.
"Again, easy. 'Cause I wanna see how badly I can mind-fuck him within twenty-four hours." And with that, brushed breezily past Ichigo and downstairs toward the kitchen.
Ichigo was having an increasingly difficult time deciding which of the twins was creepier. And, having thought that, decided it'd be easier to determine which one was less dangerous.
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Donald had long since grown tired of counting the many openings in the metaphysical tunnel he traveled through. Renji and Rukia had both long since been whipped away through different tunnels, leaving him to his thoughts.
And Vee.
"… Christ, this is boring."
And who's fault is that, my host?
"Yours, obviously. We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you!"
No, you'd be dead if it weren't for me.
"Really? How so?" Donald asked himself impatiently.
You could have been devoured by zombies. Or eaten by wild lions. Or roasted on the surface of an alien sun.
"All of which could have been easily avoided had you, gee, I dunno, NOT lied to me about the teleporter!" he roared angrily.
It was for the best, my host.
"Explain."
Would you have complied if I'd told you that in order to send them back to their home, you'd have to forfeit your own?
Donald reacted to this with silence, begrudgingly thinking to himself that, no, he probably wouldn't. All he really wanted was to return home. Somewhere quiet, and unexciting.
Understandable, my host.
Donald, a little unnerved, said "What is?"
What you desire. You seem to forget that I see all and hear all that you do. Your thoughts are as plain to me as an open book. Excluding, of course, that one insignificant corner of your mind that I have not yet managed to pry open.
"… So what's stopping you?"
I do not wish to kill you just yet.
If Donald could've stopped, he would have. "KILL me?" he asked, shocked. "How would that-"
I am but a fragment.
"… Uh, what?"
A shell, a shadow of my former self. I am merely a small piece. There were many of us, long ago.
Donald immediately silenced himself. It wasn't often Vee spoke of his past, and what little he did share was usually (graphically) violent or just plain disturbing. Vee was quiet for a minute, before he continued.
We are old. Ancient, compared to your kind. Over two millennia. I…we, were shattered. Broken in the great schism. The… traveler, that madman… he found us to be a threat to your race. We… I, was given no warning. No signal, no attempt to redeem myself.
As Vee continued, Donald's eyes slowly closed, and images of nearly two thousand years ago flitted around his mind. Sights, sounds, emotions of dozens, hundreds of past hosts danced about, chaotically murmuring behind Vee's own voice.
He struck without notice. Devastated us with the Box-Light. He weakened us, tormented us with that… perversion of nature and technology. The one with cold intellect.
Behind Donald's eyes, stars blurred past, entire galaxies whipping by in mere milliseconds. Donald slowly became aware that whatever Vee was, he wasn't from Earth. Nowhere near.
I… my past self, whole, healthy. Came to that place, searching for rest. Recuperation. To build again, to live again. He broke us apart, murdered us, a thousand, thousand times over.
Donald watched as Vee opened his eyes for the first time, looking up at the night sky. He felt the pain of movement, weakened by the impact into the surface of the planet. Leaping forward in time, he felt himself being ripped apart by blinding light, dying over and over again, despairing at seemingly endless pain.
He cared not for our plight. Only these… revolting bipedals. Called us a monster, unredeemable. The pain he caused us… caused me. And then, in his vast cruelty, left a single piece of me alive. A tiny, insignificant speck. A shred of my former self. Perhaps he wished to watch me suffer.
Donald felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched, unable to look away from the images in his mind as the pain continued to grow.
He obliterated me. Destroyed my home. And I don't. Know. Why.
Fire spread throughout what looked like a field, leaping from one bright green stalk to the next.
And do you know what he did then? He apologized.
An image flashed before Donald's eyes, of a man leaning down, sorrowful expression evident.
He caused me so much suffering. And then apologized. Said I was only a child, he followed the wrong one. That there were others before me, but they were all gone. I am the only one left.
The images slowly receded, and Donald noticed that his entire body was clenched with anger. He released the tight grip he'd held on his own arms, revealing red welts from the pressure.
Now do you understand? Vee asked quietly. I no longer seek a home. I seek vengeance. This madman, that wandering… abomination. We are not so different. We are both old, though whereas I have aged, suffered, and learned, he has repeatedly escaped the ravages of time itself. I must find this lunatic, this… Lord of Time.
Donald froze, thinking furiously.
And you have presented me with the means to do so. And when I find him?
A chill creeped up Donald's spine, forboding.
He will suffer. The humans will suffer. They must ALL suffer.
And it was then that Donald realized the true depths of Vee's situation.
Donald was trapped with a stark raving lunatic.
Inside his head.
Speeding along faster than anything in the known universe toward the one person he sincerely hoped he'd never meet on bad circumstances.
Donald was going to England.
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Glad to be back, everybody! Just thought that Vee needed a bit of backstory, and what better time for Donald to discover it than precisely when it wouldn't do him any good?
Donald: God, I hate you.
Me? What did I do?
Donald: For one, you could just put me in the Bahamas. No worries, no problems. As a matter of fact, you could do that right now!
But I won't.
Donald: Why not?!
'Cause I don't do favors for meanies.
Donald: Aaaaaaand now I hate you more.
Just shut up and ask people to review.
Donald: Make me!
*Facepalm.*
Remember, everybody. Your reviews are important! Don't like how the story is, or maybe how it isn't? Let me know! Input is required in order to make the best story possible.
Donald: Which nobody cares about because nobody reads it.
AND NOBODY ASKED YOU, CRANKY PANTS!
New chapter coming soon!