Chapter 5: Sad thoughts, Endless dreams, and Adios…
Grimmjow hid inside the restroom.
The tub was filled with sand and tiny specks of glass, which shone under the glare of the fluorescent light.
He turned on the shower, and let the water soak the sand.
Outside, Gin and his scapegoat, Kaname, were looking for him. He was to dress as Tybalt, of the Montague house, for Rome and Juliet.
Man, he thought bitterly, I'll side with Walt Disney over Shakespeare any day of the week.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, and took out his IPod.
He turned it on, and played the song Adios by Slapshock.
Grimmjow's finger lingered on the 'next' button, but he's mind began to wander, and he soon began to remember, slowly at first, and then more clearly.
He was sitting on a huge, comfy chair, his legs spread wide apart, like a real king should.
On the floor, two ladies sat cross-legged, staring up at the sky. Their faces held no emotion, as if in made from stone.
Grimmjow turned his head, and the dream vanished, leaving him far perturbed.
"What the hell…?" He muttered, scowling.
His sharp eyes caught something on the tub, and he scooted closer.
There, in the middle of the over-filled tub, a crown, rusted and old, drowned under the sand, and besides it, a letter, signed with the bittersweet scent of oranges, read:
Dear Grimmjow,
I beg your forgiveness, my King, for I am a traitor and I alone. You always saw her,
Not I,
And whenever you set your eyes on me,
Never did it really satisfy me.
My love
Or lust,
For you was far greater than expected.
It was my lust, my greed, that sold your soul to Hell.
I am sorry.
Sincerely, your mistress Delmar.
Grimmjow furrowed his brow extremely perplexed.
"For fuck's sake, I'm gonna kill you, Nnoitra!" Grimmjow crashed out the restroom door, and stormed into the Quinta Espada's room, unaware of the mirror reflecting the frame of a crying maid…
WTF? I don't know how the hell I (or why) I wrote this. Tsk, might as well post it.