"Yer an idiot!" He hissed, waving a fork at the blue haired man across from him with the intentions of stabbing the idiot in front of him if he even thought he could talk back.
"What the fuck made ya think it would be a smart idea to have the girl ya think ya love stay with ya? Grimmy what the fuck are you thinking!" He asked, close to shouting. The man was driving him insane. Grimmjow clenched his jaw, not wanting to talk about it. He knew Nnoitra was going to bring up his past and he didn't want to hear about it, he didn't want think about it and he didn't want to talk about it. He'd buried that chapter of his life, locked it away so he would never have to relive it.
"Drop it Nnoitra, this doesn't concern ya," he ground out, taking deep breath's to calm himself before he punched the man.
"Oh yeah, well ya fucking dragged me into this bloody mess when ya had to run yer mouth off and tell me ya think ya love Silence. If ya didn't want my opinion ya should have never said a thing to me." He wouldn't back down, he couldn't handle it if Grimmjow fell into another depression. The man would probably kill himself this time.
"I said drop it Nnoitra, I don't want yer opinion okay. Ya fucking bring this up again and 'm gonna tell Nel ya saw Silence naked," he growled, voice low and intimidating. Why couldn't Nnoi just leave if alone, it wasn't any if his business what he did with his personal life. Nnoitra stood up throwing his fork at the big idiot with all the strength he could muster. He wasn't afraid of Nel even though she could snap him like a twig with relative ease.
"Ya know what Grimm fuck you and yer little dog too! If this all goes to shit I'm not picking up the pieces this time. I may be yer best friend but if ya keep treating me like this I'm gonna just walk away and let ya die." The blue haired man glared at him, the smallest hint of confusion hidden within in his glare. Slowly he sat down again, knowing what he would say next would hurt his best friend.
"What do you mean by pick up the pieces Nnoitra?" He asked saying each word slowly, anger lacing his voice once more.
"Yukari," he muttered, a grim look staining his features. Nnoitra deserved whatever divine punishment he got for bringing up that name but he had to risk opening all those old wounds. Taking care of Grimmjow during his depression had almost killed him, seeing the once strong and vibrant Grimmjow become dull and lifeless. They were best friends, Grimmjow had saved his life once, he was a brother to him.
"Don't talk about her," he whispered glaring at the floor, fists clenched so tight his nails were almost cutting into the skin.
"Do you remember what happened to her Grimmjow?" he asked.
"Shut up, just shut up," he screamed, picking up a plate throwing it at Nnoitra. He didn't want to hear about it, he didn't want to remember what happened. It was too much to bear. Grimmjow hadn't gotten over what had happened with her, he just bottled up his feelings and shut down so he wouldn't have to feel.
"She went insane." The table was kicked over, glass showering the floor mixing with beer and food. The bartender glared at the pair but said nothing, carefully watching the two and ready to step in should things get worse.
"She went insane because of you." This time it was a punch to the face, his nose bleeding.
"Because of how much you loved her." Another lunch to his jaw, he just took the abuse without a sound of pain.
"Shut the fuck up Nnoitra, don't ever talk about her again," he hissed, finally walking away from him.
"When was the last time you went to visit her Grimmjow?" He stopped before the last word left Nnoitra's lips, shoulders hunched in pain. Grimmjow didn't turn back, if he did he'd probably kill the man. Nnoitra slumped in his seat the strength leaving his limbs quickly, shaking from adrenalin and fear. He really thought Grimm was going to turn around and pummel him into the ground. With a sigh he removed the bandanna covering his eye, holding it to his nose, revealing scars and a white eye.
Slamming the apartment door shut he collapsed onto the bed and flinging an over his face. Why did that stupid idiot have to bring her up, everything they did together was raising to the surface. The creaking of the door interrupted his thoughts, Silence kicking it shut the bang echoing throughout the room. He watched in silence as she toed off her heels, dressed in a blood-red high-waisted pencil skirt and a white long sleeve button up shirt briefcase in hand.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He snapped, still pissed because of Nnoitra. She glared, denying him the answer he wanted which in turn just angered him more.
"I said where the fuck have you been?" He was shouting now, Grimmjow stood moving to grab her arm and force an answer from her but she evaded him.
"What the hell crawled up your ass and died?" Ichigo muttered icily, stepping away from him not wanting to deal with his pissy attitude and ruin what had been a perfectly good day.
"Answer me woman."
"I got called into work and looked at an apartment, now fuck off Grimm. Don't ever call me woman again. I don't care what your problem is but don't fucking take your anger out on me," she warned, tugging her fighting gear out of her suitcase.
"Of course someone like you wouldn't care, you have the emotions of a rock. A shitty little brat like you could never understand what I've been through, you can never understand what it's like to lose someone you love. I bet the worst that's ever happened to you is a dead pet," he jeered, scowling. She would never understand the pain he was feeling, never.
"Grimmjow you don't know anything about me, I am one of the few people who will truly understand what it's like to lose someone close to you," she said, trying to keep calm. Another silly outburst from him and she'd most likely lose it.
"Oh really? did your last boyfriend dump you?" He asked sarcastically, brow raised and his arms crossed.
"Fuck you. Just because you've experienced great emotional pain doesn't mean you can be a fucking asshat to people. I am losing my sister, the one person I can actually trust to a man."
"Well fuck me sideways, I'm sure you really understand what it means to lose someone, stupid drama queen," He said, rolling his eyes as he interrupted her. She growled slapping him sharply before continuing.
"A man how could potentially destroy everything we've worked for the past year. I have lost the right to return home because I can't risk the lives of those I love. I've had to abandon all my friends in the dead of the night, knowing that what I did could have had them killed. Have you ever had to live with the weight of someone's death on your conscience? Every time I close my eyes all I see is his face. I can't sleep at night. I don't have the luxury of relaxing anymore because if I make one tiny mistake I'm going to be thrust back into a world I hate, where the only alternative is a life on the run because I am scared of turning back into the person I once was. I have lost the right to be called a human being. What have you lost Grimmjow? A lover? A friend? Or maybe even a parent? None of that compares to what I've lost but you don't see me taking my anger out on people and don't you dare to try to say I'll never understand that pain." They stood there in silence for a second, glaring at each other.
"I'm sure, probably a fucking liar." He regretted the words as soon as he spoke them, the look of pain and sadness on her face quelled his anger instantly. Ichigo shoved her stuff back into the suitcase, not able to look at him. Pausing at the door for a second she turned, her stare like daggers to the heart.
"Don't ever talk to me again." He swore, smashing a fist into the wall as he cursed. Just his luck he'd managed to drive away the person he loved. It seemed like his past was repeating itself.