Hello everyone, this next prompt is (Restaurant), suggested by this kind second Guest who gave me a few prompts. Thank you, I'm glad I did a good job with (Blind Date) and happy to know your happy I used your prompts. I'm honestly grateful to be prompt for such a rare ship, that I love. Please, if anything else, feel free to suggest. :) Can I call you Guest #2? Or do you want me addressing you by another name? I feel so rude just saying Guest #1 and Guest #2. lol... ^^; Sorry for taking awhile, I'm currently busy with a lot at once, but I wanted to update.
Chapter 4/Prompt 4: Restaurant
This once bustling and cheery restaurant housed many different people from many different syndicates. Here is where it was at. The classy music, the lively comedians, where you'd taste the finest, poured wine. The food was great.
You could tell that the owner of the restaurant truly prided in serving the most cunning of the criminally organized.
These syndicate members had all the cool and best of stories to tell.
Especially one in particular. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques... Thought a nostalgic D-Roy Rinker and one of the bouncer's accompanying him; Edorad Leones. They were apart of his small group that ran this joint. A long with Shawlong Qufang, Ilfort Grantz, and Nakim Grindina; who all ran the joint and who's families backed them up if ever any detectives showed up pocking their heads onto the businesses...
Whenever Grimmjow walked into the place, even if he was dressed the part, in fancy suits, the leather Italian shoes, good looking in nature, you could still tell he was rough around the edges. None of the fancy stuff could ever cover that about him and he loved it. He wasn't fond of the stealing in particular, but he loved to get his hands dirty with blood. He loved to kill. In the syndicate he was known as a killer, a hit man for pleasure. Where there was action, he wanted a part of it. No matter the victim, so when one victim was able to get away, it shocked many...
He'd walk in to the restaurants, the hangouts, the parties, and everyone always asked "why?"
"He'd probably met his match..." Luppi Antenor would answer without any remorse, instead, a sadistic laugh.
Even if they were allies, in the same syndicate, everyone knew Luppi had it out for Grimmjow. He was jealous of Grimmjow's status, position, and even of the new girlfriend he was now usually hand in hand with at the restaurant.
"You sure you should be bringing me here? What would your team say?" A raven haired lady would often taunt Grimmjow, while using one hand to publicly display affection, by caressing his jawline in a circular motion with her delicate fingers.
Grimmjow responded with a sly smile and a gentle kiss to her fingers, giving back the affection with no viewable shame, not an ounce of it present in him.
"Does it look like I give an ounce of a fuck to you? I'd rip that dress off and have my way with you in front of all these assholes if you'd allow it." Grimmjow bit back in a bit of irritation, regardless of his smile still making appearance.
The raven haired lady only smiled back, with a mischievous grin spread across her delicate features. "Yes, I guess. If I'd allow it, your right." she laughed in a gentle, yet subtle sadistic way, that even Grimmjow was not ignorant to her low-key taunts.
It made him go crazy inside at how strong a grip this petite women had on him.
He didn't mind it, but at the end it always baffled him. That night he had killed one of his rivals; Nnoitora Gilga and his annoying body guard; Tesla Lindocruz. Rukia Kuchiki, a reporter on the case of missing people in the area became front row seats to the attack. She wasn't aware of it, till she casually walked into it. She was only doing a routine walk of what she had so far gathered from the streets she was searching in, for the papers...
And there he was, in all his glory he was known for. Grimmjow, covered from the waste up, in blood that wasn't his... Splattered droplets of blood on his hands and face. He looked like a vicious animal just finished with his prays.
Grimmjow instinctively raised his gun now at Rukia. Away from the two bodies in front of him.
Nakim, who was with Grimmjow at the time, never doubted in Grimmjow to kill any witnesses. Whether it be women, children, and or elders, but it became a shock to Nakim when he saw Grimmjow lower his gun at a clear witness, and from the news...of all people...
Grimmjow's shock was shortly lived, when D-Roy came to retrieve the two of his friends from the site, driving right in between them and Kuchiki. Cops were on their way and they quickly retreated, much to Grimmjow's dismay. He wasn't shy about killing cops, but he knew he had to go if he wanted to continue to kill freely.
"Damn it to hell! Damn it!" Grimmjow roared.
Causing both his friends to look his way in concern. This was the first time he left a witness alive and they knew it didn't sit well with Grimmjow.
"Why couldn't I kill the bitch?!" Grimmjow internally questioned himself.
Was it because her bravery of interviewing him in the past on the disappearances of people that turned him on? Was it her defiant nature to not let him scare her off that thrilled him? Or was it that sudden, unnexpected kiss he gave her, to shut her up what inplanted silly feelings into him?
Whatever the case was, he hated it. News got around quickly with his peers on what he did. What he also probably let get away. Damn D-Roy couldn't keep to quiet with his damn taunting mouth. Mr. Fucking obvious...
It pissed off Grimmjow to no ends and when he'd promise to settle it, and kill the little witch at her apartment, he found himself yet again not being able to. Her sleeping figure quickly sat up, as she realized he was there and what he intended to do to her. His gun raised to her, as he stood above her, to the side where she slept.
However, that wasn't the case when he slumped down, sitting on her Queen sized bed, baffled by his own failures and stupidity. He could not kill her...
Rukia too looked confused at the blue haired man. Gently, she put her one hand on his, holding the gun, which startled him back into realization, as he glared at her for her sudden actions.
"Hey... now! Don't give me that look! Your the one who barged in on me during my sleep like a demon in the night. Do you know what time it is?! 3:00a.m. in the morning. mister. I'm going to go make coffee now. Might as well get up for the day. Thanks to you." Rukia ranted.
Grimmjow looked at her in disbelief. Wondering what kind of species this women was.
"Well? Are you going to join me? Or take my bed from me and sleep? Which one?" Rukia asked irritated.
Grimmjow taking aback again, ruffled the back of his hair gingerly. Chuckling at her for her bravery towards him.
"Sure Kuchiki. I'll take you up on that." Grimmjow got up and followed her to her kitchen.
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From there, it was paradise in hell. When he wasn't doing his usual with the syndicate, he was spending it with Rukia Kuchiki. It drove her childhood friends Renji and Ichigo, who were cops, crazy. Currently they had no leads on him, so he could not be arrested right off the bat with no proof and it irritated them to hell. Much to Grimmjow's pleasure, but he tried remaining away from them. He didn't want to displease Rukia. She cared for them, much to his dissatisfaction... The sacrifices he genuinely did for her.
Things were going well, or so it looked that way.
(This once bustling and cheery restaurant housed many different people from many different syndicates. Here is where it was at. The classy music, the lively comedians, where you'd taste the finest, poured wine. The food was great.
You could tell that the owner of the restaurant truly prided in serving the most cunning of the criminally organized.
These syndicate members had all the cool and best of stories to tell.
Especially one in particular. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques... Thought a nostalgic D-Roy Rinker and one of the bouncer's accompanying him; Edorad Leones. They were apart of his small group that ran this joint. A long with Shawlong Qufang, Ilfort Grantz, and Nakim Grindina; who all ran the joint and who's families backed them up if ever any detectives showed up pocking their heads onto the businesses...)
The jig was up.
A lot happens in these organized crimes. One of the biggest was revenge...
On the restaurants waxed floors lay broken shards of glass.
Glass from the windows being impacted by bullets. Everyone saw it coming, but it was so unrealistic. Such short notice...
There were a few who ducked on time. Some casualties and injured, some dead.
Grimmjow laid sprawled on the floor, with a slight lump under him. Rukia Kuchiki.
Covered in blood, but not her own. His...
It was short notice, but he reacted like it was rehearsed. No hesitation, no regrets in those piercing eyes, as he took all the bullets he could for her. Even to the head.
Rukia always wore a bullet proof vest, because Grimmjow demanded it of her and he even brought one when she didn't listen to him. With what she was involved with, he'd be damned if she died because of him. He saved her head from any final blows as he took them instead.
She swallowed hard and gasped when she saw the culprit lean over the site.
She heard his voice utter the words.
"An eye for an eye... Grimmjow." Gently spoke an at peace, and alive Tesla Lindocruz, as Grimmjow's main team of men, lead by Shawlong Qufang got up and shot Testla in a synchronized attack of bullets. They too wanting their revenge for their leader.
The restaurants alarms of being broken into cried out, missing it's main source of energy, the man who kept it running with his fascinating stories and his altering, lively, presence.
Rukia cried too.
This was a man she grew to love. A man she began to understand as they lay in bed together, listening to the wind. Exchanging false tales of all this gang stuff hopefully coming to and end, but it never would. New faces would come to claim and fight to the death.
Rukia Kuchiki was supposed to be Grimmjow's pray, but she ended up being his savior. She shared with him life, instead of death. Hope, instead of despair...
Here was the killer, encouraging for her to live, as he became her savior too. He always hated the idea of being a guardian angel, whenever Rukia would speak of Ichigo Kurosaki to him.
In his final moments, when grasping Rukia into his own protection. He realized why Kurosaki did what he did, always trying to protect her. She wasn't an annoying, blinding Sun, she was a gentle glow of hope. The Moon in the darkness, still shinning despite all the despair of the night sky.
That's why when he felt his blood spilling, his energy draining, his life slipping...
He left, his only regret was her cries on his chest.
Their memories in the restaurant, fading by the shrill yells of the police lights approaching.
End.
Hope you all liked that. Sorry for the tragedy... I should of put warnings for sadness above, but part of me wanted to give no spoilers. Something very unlike me, lol... XD Hope you all enjoyed. Next prompt is Strip Poker, please, if any ideas for how I should write, or start Strip Poker, please help a girl out with how to write it, lol. If not, I'll still try it, lol. XD Suggestions and reviews are appreciated. :) See you all in Chapter5/Prompt 5: Strip-Poker. Peace.