Chapter Twelve - All The Things You Say

Grimmjow jumped through the gate, his breathing heavy. His whole body hurt.

He looked down upon Karakura Town, sighing in relief when he saw Ichigo's house. He limped across the air, his lungs barely keeping up. He fell ten feet when he lost his footing, but caught himself at just the right height. He nearly crawled to Ichigo's window.

When he looked through it, his heart shattered to peices.

Ichigo's breathing was shallow, the slight movement of his chest the only indicator that he was asleep and not dead. His face was stained with tears and dry blood. His arm, half covered by a crimson-soaked towel, was also soaked with blood. He felt tears in his eyes at the realization that he had been cutting himself.

Grimmjow pulled himself up into a sitting position on Ichigo's window pane. He tried to catch his breath as his heart raced. He just couldn't bring himself to look at Ichigo, not with him like this.

But he knew he had to let him sleep, because the bags under his lovers eyes shown that he had rarely slept in the past three days.

"Grimmjow..."

Grimmjow glanced down at Ichigo, fearing that he had accidentally woken him up. But Ichigo was just as much asleep as he had been before his arrival, which brought him to the conclution that Ichigo was dreaming about him. He smiled slightly...

"Don't leave me..."

The smile instantly disappeared as Grimmjow hit himself in the head before slamming his head into the wall.

He had made it back as soon as he could. He had planned to just reopen the gate when he had destroyed all of the other Hollows, but then along came Ulquiorra telling him that if he wanted to leave he would have to kill him first.

He did, of course, because being with Ichigo was a lot more important than that selfish asshole of an Espada, but it had taken him three days. Ulqiorra was, in fact, the fourth Espada, and Grimmjow was only the 6th. Or at least he had been...

But that was behind him now. He hated those damned Hollows and hoped they all rotted in the hell they created. His everything was lying asleep beside him now.

"Grimm...jow...no..."

Ichigo began to shake in his sleep before he writhed around, screaming Grimmjow's name over and over again.

Grimmjow's eyes went wide, and then they were broken. He reached for Ichigo, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him awake.

"Ichigo!" He called. "Ichigo! Wake up!"

Ichigo's eyes burst open, his heart speeding up and his arms limp at his side.

He was dreaming again...And this dream hurt just as much as the last one...

"Ichigo, are you okay?" Grimmjow asked him, now on his knees beside Ichigo on the bed.

"Ugh." Ichigo pushed away from Grimmjow.

"Ichigo, what's wrong?" Grimmjow asked.

"You're not real." Ichigo whispered frantically as he stood up, the towel falling off his arm.

"Ichigo, what the hell?" Grimmjow demanded as he looked at Ichigo's arm. "What did you do to yourself?"

"What do you care?" Ichigo crossed his arms to hide the cuts. "You died."

"Ichigo, I didn't die." Grimmjow chuckled. "If I was dead, would I be here right now."

"No, you're dead." Ichigo turned away.

Grimmjow grimaced. He grabbed Ichigo from behind and yanked him down to his side. He kissed Ichigo with all he had, pouring all the love and grief into it that had built up in the past three days. He pulled away from Ichigo for only a second to lay him down on the bed, touching his face softly.

"Damn brat callin' me a liar." He smiled at him.

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I am sorry to say...: The next chapter will most likely be the last. It's been fun writing!!