Shop keepers
I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.
He was constantly placed in the punishment room because he never likes following rules so he would often give trouble. Picking fights with the guards or other prisoners like himself, refusing to bathe or move when they wanted him to, trying to escape, etc.
At some point he told himself if he couldn't get away he would just give them hell to the very end, even if it meant his constant visits to the punishment room. That dark, small, smelly, lonely room was his 'friend'. He would amuse himself by talking to the wall just to see if he would lose his sanity completely. Yes…the P.R was visited by him so much that that particular room was named after him.
Grimmjow was out of the P.R again but…this was different. It was early, way too fucking early when they toss a bucket of cold water onto him. Immediately out of surprise he was up and gasping for air as his long, wild, aqua hair stuck to his face. Without moving it out of the way he rushed forward to the man who held the now-empty bucket, tackling him to the ground.
After some punches were tossed, the other guards finally pull him off. As the wet hair male struggled against more guards that joined in. His clothes were cut from his body, nude he stood. As he was pushed into a corner then felt more cold water but this time it came from a powerful hose. The force and coolness of the water were stinging his skin, so he wasn't able to stay still and persistently he kept gasping and moving his hands in front of the water to brakes some of the stinging.
Dried and placed in new clothes, the angry prisoner sat confined to a chair. They were knives and scissors beside him on a steel table. The door open and revealed two women in all black coming his way; a long sleeve top that v came slightly above their navel, tight black leather skirt, collars around their necks with a high ponytail in their hair, and stiletto shoes.
The woman how stood at his lift where the table was had a black bag in her hand. Grimmjow heard the bag open but could not see what was in it, hearing the buzzing song he then put two and two together and figure that they were going to cut his hair.
"You untamed beast." His head was down as one of them started shaving down the back of his head lower than the front whiles the other snipped the front a little. He knew how that female voice belonged to; it was that bitch. One of many that placed him in the Shop Keepers program. His 'master.' She continued to speak after she stops in front of him. "I'm sick of you and your games, you think you're funny huh?!"
When he felt the clippers move and heard them came off he tilted his head back and looked up at her then give a big sideways smirk. Rage filled her icy green color eyes, the small room echoed with the song of a slap. "I wasted so much time and money on you." She matched to the door and waited for the girls to finish packing up the tools. "Listen here dog…I'm selling you to another shop owner. You will be moving today; thank god I'm finally getting rid of you."
They left, Grimmjow could feel the thin line of blood running down the side of his cheeks; she cut him with her nail but it quickly healed.
Four walls were seen...painfully bright four walls. White was the color that stained it, along with every piece of furniture that sat in the room. It was a very large space for so few items that were placed inside; a dining table for four was subtle in the middle, in one corner of the room laid a queen size bed with a built-in bookshelf in the opposite corner.
There was nothing special about the room other than the girl that sat by the table with a book in her hands, or at least Grimmjow hope it was a girl. This was new, ever since he was captured and place in the shop keepers' organization he had not seen such a doll-like person before. She/it from where he stood had pitch-black hair, pale skin, and wear a simple white dress but even after he and two guards came in she/it never moved.
"Rukia this is your new partner. His name is Grimmjow and he will be staying with us for away." the voice that came from the intercom startled him a little. The owner of this area was very rich; the place was far better looking than his old one.
The guards that ware all white from head to toe with a helmet; took off the handcuffs that were on Grimmjow and left the room. The song of the door being close made Rukia lift her head and take in her new 'partner'. His hair was the first thing that caught her attention, she hardly ever sees colors other than the black of her hair, the white of the room, and whatever color her eyes were named.
She looked fixedly at him, taking in how his eyes were the same as his hair or came close. His outfit was completely white; a wife-beater with a soft jacket that marched with the long track pants. Muscular, tall, and tan was how she chose to descript him.
Captivated; he stood with his hands now in his pockets. When she looked his way it was difficult for him to move, never in his entire existence had he ever had to stay so long to collect himself. She was alive, not an inanimate object, not his imagination she was real but so doll-like. Her eyes were an indescribable color; maybe familiar. Tiny, pale, and doll-like was his description of her
Thank you so much for reading, feel free to call me out on my mistakes.
To be continued
