XI

Door

"It's going to take more than that, Grimmjow," I placed my hands in my pockets and turned away. Why the Espada didn't threaten somebody who would be more receptive, was beyond me.

"You won't fight 'cause your afraid, emo-head!" I sighed. Such trash.

"No. Quite the contrary."

"What? You won't fight because you think you'll pummel me?"

"It is also a waste of time."

I walked away.

Many things have been thrown at me. A door was, to a certain extent, something new.

The door crumpled aside as Grimmjow attacked.

Trash.

He never told a chance.


All I could think about was flying doors. So I wrote about one. It must have something to do about all the doors I write about in Strike Down the Ibis...

Thank you for the wonderful review!

-Quin