I decided to write something like this when I read a short story in my English class and I absolutely loved it! The twist at the end was so great that I wanted to read more, but alas there wasn't. So I am writing a one shot similar to it. Well I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a warm day.
The sun was shining its golden rays at the reddened and sweaty faces of the people bustling around New York City town square.
In the middle of town square stood a young man under the blazing sun in a clean and pressed army suit.
In his hand he held a small worn out blue book with old time roman scripture that read "Masks & Hairpins".
The young man had long light blue hair that reached to his neck and his bangs perfectly framed his face.
His eyes were a piercing cerulean blue and he held a stern look on his face.
He was in the Vietnam War as a soldier, but became a lieutenant later on in the war.
He was over there in enemy's line seeing the face of evil and death for the first time in his life for gruesome 13 months.
He will never forget the faces of his friends that were killed next to him in action. He will never forget the destruction they left behind proclaiming it was for the good of the people.
He would have gone mad if not for the letters from the person that saved his hope in humanity and soul. She had touched a place in him that he had kept hidden in the depths of his mind and pulled him back into sanity when he lost his grip.
She was the reason he was standing here in this mass of people.
Waiting to meet her face to face for the first time made him feel a foreign feeling that he didn't know how to react to.
He thought of how he would meet her in his mind over and over again.
He first came to contact her when he read the little blue book in his hand that she wrote.
The book completely captivated him with its passionate words and he could not believe a woman could be able to use such powerful words that were able to move his soul.
So he set out to find this mysterious woman who unknown to him had captured his heart. He wrote her letters and she always replied with much eagerness.
There letters lasted for a while even when he went away for the war.
Lieutenant Grimmjow didn't know how it came to be or when it happened, but he fell in love with her. Even when he pleaded to her for a picture she would refuse and say what she will always say.
'Dear Grimmjow.
I am glad that you are alive and well. I keep hearing how many people are dying and I always pray to god that you will not be one of them. I know that you keep asking me for my picture to know how I look, but I cannot. Doest it matter if I'm beautiful or ugly?
What if I have graying hair and wrinkles on my face? I don't want to send you a picture for you to love me for how I look. Thinking about you trying to get lucky and hope I'm beautiful makes me sick.
If you really love me Grimmjow you'll accept me as I am.
Love,
Inoue Orihime.'
Their letters continued for a while more until Grimmjow was returning home. He was overwhelmed with joy and relief, but also anticipation.
When he returns he would finally be able to meet the women he fell in love with.
So in his last letter to her he wrote how they will find each other.
'Dear Orihime,
It seems I will be returning back to New York City in a few days. That is why I'm asking you to meet me in town square at 12:00 am on Saturday.
I will be wearing my uniform and carrying with me your book "Masks & Hairpins" to prove who I am.
Wear a simple rose on your front pocket of your jacket so I can tell who you are. I hope you accept.
Sincerely
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques'
She accepted his offer that is why he was standing here.
Waiting for her.
The time was already 12:06 and he still didn't spot her in the crowd.
He kept searching the crowds around him until his vision came to a stop at a woman that took his breath away.
The said women had long lustrous reddish hair and captivating grey eyes that you couldn't tear your eyes from and she was coming toward him making his heart skip a beat.
She looked to be in her early twenties.
She was wearing a long green jacket that made her look like spring come alive, but no rose in sight.
When she got closer Grimmjow took an involuntary step toward her in awe.
Smiling at him the women turned to him and said. "Coming my way soldier?" Before walking away across the street.
Grimmjow felt the desirable urge to go and follow her, but stopped himself.
He knew he could not follow the beauty that crossed his path for he had a date with love.
So he waited.
Seconds later from where the previous woman came from stood a woman in a large old, worn out brown coat with a rose in the front pocket.
She had pepper and salt hair that reached to her neck.
Her eyes were chocolate brown that held a soft kind gaze caused by a long happy life.
She was rather plump her thick feet stuffed into small heels that looked like it could barely support her. Her cheeks were rather rosy.
She wasn't ugly or beautiful. She was just one of those people were you can't find any flaws but no good traits.
He couldn't deny the disappointment that build up in his heart. He knew that she said that she was 31 years old but looked 40, but he wasn't one to talk he said he was 29 while he was actually 24.
He knew he couldn't truly love her, but he thought what they had could be more than love.
A friendship that was true and genuine. That's the least he could do for her when she practically saved him from the evil of the world.
Walking toward her Grimmjow stopped directly in front of her and saluted her with an army greeting.
"Good morning miss I am lieutenant Grimmjow Jeargejaques."Said Grimmjow looking down at the petite women disappoint clear in his voice. "Are you Inoue Orihime?"
Smiling up at him the small women chuckled before speaking.
"I don't know what this is about soldier, but the women that was in front of me begged me to wear this rose on my jacket." Said the women pointing over where the beautiful women once stood.
"I have two sons of my own in the war so I obliged. She told that if someone came up to me and told me their name was Grimmjow that I was to tell them that she is waiting in the small café down the street from here." Said the old women smiling at him with a genuine smile.
"Eh? Thank you." Said Grimmjow.
He couldn't believe it.
The woman that he was strongly attracted to was really Inoue Orihime.
Making his way toward the café shop Grimmjow remembered the last chapter of the book "Masks & Hairpins".
A Date With Love.
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YAY! Its done.
When I first read it I thought it was so cute. I thought grimmhime would be perfect for this so I decided to write this. By the way I'm no expert on the Vietnam War so any mistakes I made I'm sorry. Well go review cause I love reading people's opinions.