Well, now that I have time again, I should probably keep writing.
"That's good, Narrator-chan!" Memuro smiled, continuing to play with random things that could be found in the Narrators room.
"Ummm..." Rakuen poked at the Narrators dinner. "What the hell is this?"
Oh! I forgot to take care of that last night...Heh, yeah that's what's left of dinner last night.
"What do you eat?! It looks like barf!" She pushed away the crazy concoction the Narrator had made last night.
It's only rice, enchiladas, pringles, sour cream, carrots, cookie pieces and...umm...I don't remember what else I put in there.
"That's disgusting!!"
Eh, I like it.
There was an obvious amount of tension hanging around the five of them. Ichigo stood off to the side with Orihime and Nel, reassuring them calmly.
Memuro, however, simply stood next to Grimmjow. "...I'm not sure if I can really cheer for you." She stated, watching Orihime and Nel's expressions change.
"I don't need you to cheer for me." The blue haired arrancar muttered.
"You don't need to kill Ichigo either." Turning to him, she watched him glare at the shinigami substitute's back. "I don't want you to die, but I don't want him to either."
"That shinigami has to die. It's the only way to prove I'm the strongest." He glowered, finally growing tired of waiting. "Let's do this!"
Ichigo stared at him for a moment. "We're moving location."
The two shot off into the distance, stopping at what seemed to be a safe enough distance away. And then the battle began. Memuro couldn't bring herself to stand next to her friend. She knew there was no way she could reassure Orihime or Nel. The way they moved, the way their swords clashed, it was even exhilarating to watch!
"Now that's a battle I'd love to be part of." Orochimaru's voice called in her head. The sword began pulsating with excitement.
"It's a battle that can't end well no matter what." She thought, watching as Grimmjow sent an insanely large cero directly at Orihime and Nel.
"...You want Ichigo to lose, don't you?"
Ichigo appeared in front of the two girls just in time, blocking the cero with his sword. "I...do. I want to see Grimmjow win, and I want him to be happy, but I don't want Ichigo to die because of it." His power seemed to be on a completely different level by now.
"But you know that Ichigo is going to win." The sword spirit sighed. "Just feel that power, with that mask he can't lose."
"Now Grind, Pantera!" Her eyes couldn't leave Grimmjow as he released his sword. He was an animal. The way he looked, the way he moved, everything about him was dangerous. Throwing his head back he released a roar loud enough to make her shake.
At that moment her knees gave out. "Chiyote-san!" Orihime shouted, running over to her friend and stretching her barrier over her too. "Chiyote-san, are you alright?"
"Such power...He'll die!" She mumbled, watching the fight and finding herself filled with both horror and excitement. "Ichigo and Grimmjow will kill each other..."
Everything except for the fight was blocked out in her mind. All that mattered was them and who would come out victorious.
The fight seemed like it went on for hours, but in reality wasn't nearly as long. Both fighters were obviously exhausted, and neither could last much longer. Ichigo ran at him with full force for one last attack.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Memuro opened them just in time to watch Grimmjow fall from the sky.
"And that's the end." She said, watching Ichigo walk over to the three of them.
Talking to Orihime for a moment he then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Memuro stood to leave with them, but then Grimmjow appeared on his feet again, obviously ready to continue fighting.
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo glared at him, putting down Orihime and Nel and pulling out his sword.
Grimmjow's release form faded away. He glared at everyone, seeming to not know when he was down. "...Like I'd lose..."
A fist collided with his face as Memuro glared at him. "Goddamn you! You're not gonna get anywhere like that! Just stop where you're at!!"
Before he could reply back he was being knocked to the ground along with her. Nnoitra stood there, grinning widely as he pulled back his weapon. "Damn, that shinigami's fast."
"Memuro!" Ichigo shouted, running over to the wounded girl.
Blood dripped down her back, a heavy flow coming from the deep wound directly across her back. "Grimmjow...don't go get yourself killed if you don't have to." She smiled, ignoring the pain that was spreading through her.
The others quickly found themselves preoccupied with Nnoitra, leaving Grimmjow and Memuro in a world of their own. Pushing herself to her feet, she helped up Grimmjow. "C'mon, let's go."
Though usually he would have yelled at whoever tried to help him, or slapped their hand away, or just generally ripped them to shreds, because it was her he could only grumble lightly as he took her hand and allowed her to support him.
They wouldn't have been much help at this point anyway. And now that she knew he was safe, she felt calm enough to leave things Ichigo's hands.
"Why has Narrator-chan been so quiet?" Memuro asked, watching the Narrator sit off in the corner and rub her eyes.
"I dunno..." Rakuen mumbled. "It's kinda freaking me out though."
Stumbling into Grimmjow's bedroom, Memuro dropped down on the bed as soon as she was close enough. The pain in her back had only seemed to increase as she forced herself up to find a first aid kit or something.
"Do you have any sort of first aid kit?" The purple haired shinigami asked, digging through anything she could get her hands on.
"Why the fuck...would I need...one of those?" Grimmjow panted, it seemed like he was feeling worse than before.
Glowering to herself she sat down on the edge of the bed and began ripping up the bed sheet. Her left arm hung limply as she used her teeth and her right hand to do all of the work. "You just love to make things difficult, don't you?" She muttered, using the strips of blanket to tie off the many wounds of the sexta. "There, you should live now...I'll go make you some tea or something..."
Standing to leave, she found herself being pulled back down anyway. "You're so fuckin' stupid..." He mumbled, pulling down her top to get a better look at her wound. Fresh blood dripped from the large cut that stretched diagonally from the top of her left shoulder down to right above her right hip. It was obviously very deep, and not something that should be left alone like that.
"Ah!" A gasp escaped her lips as she felt a warm tongue lapping at the wound. "Wh-what are you doing, Grimmjow?!"
"Just shut up and let me do this." He growled, continuing to lick all the blood away. Once the wound was clean he took what was left of the bed sheet and did the same to her that she had for him. "There."
Though the pain was still there, it had lessened dramatically. "Wow, that's impressive." Memuro smiled, pulling up her top and turning back to face him. "Thank you."
"You still talk too much." He muttered, looking away from her.
Standing up she made her way to the kitchen. "I'll go make something to drink."
As the water boiled she looked for cups. Everything here seemed to be so out of order, there were empty bottles in the cabinets and random items of clothing on the floor. "Has he ever even thought of cleaning his kitchen? Or his room in general?" Orochimaru hissed in disgust.
"Knowing what kind of person he is, would you really expect him to clean? At all?" She thought, finally finding some cups in a box in the corner of the room.
She picked them up and admired the small cups. Suddenly there was a warm body pressed to her back, and rough lips kissing her neck and good shoulder. Dropping the cups she turned around to face him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him back.
Tangling her hands in his hair, she pressed herself closer to him, so close it was painful. His hands began to wander as well, feeling the dip of her back, the curve of her hips, her softly firm ass. Everything about her just felt amazing, and she was thinking the exact same for him. His chest was so strong, very manly with very defined muscles. The strength he had could be felt through his embrace.
Grimmjow's tongue cleverly found its way into her mouth, dominating hers in a moment. She moaned lightly as she ground her body against him, playfully battling him with her tongue. A slight pain shot through her as she felt ten nails digging into her sides.
"Mmm..." She groaned, enjoying the stinging sensation she felt as he moved from her lips to her neck an from kissing to biting.
The annoying ring of the tea pot distracted her for a moment, but Grimmjow quickly took care of that by smashing the noisy item against the wall. Luckily Memuro was smart enough to turn off the burner before anything could catch on fire. He then picked up the shinigami woman and carried her off to the bedroom. "You're mine..." Grinning widely, he bit down again at her neck.
That's good for tonight. I don't think I can do anymore at the moment.
"What crawled up your butt?" Rakuen asked, watching the Narrator boredly.
Well, it could be the fact that I fell in love with someone who does not care about me in any way, or it could be the fact that my best friend seems intent on taking out all her frustrations about her ex on me.
"I'm sorry," Memuro sighed, giving the Narrator a hug.
"That is pretty crappy." Rakuen added.
Yeah, but I won't cry, I'm gonna be stronger than this.
Rakuen patted the Narrator on the back. "That's the spirit!"