Hey guys im back with the last chapter of this fanfic! Remember, you can always request things from me, just PM me! Warning: There is smut in this chapter!
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The smell of antiseptic. The constant chill in the air. The uncomfortable sheets and the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor. Grimmjow knew exactly where he was. His curlean eyes blinked open and blinding white light collided with his sensitive vision. The heart monitor sped up as his eyes, now adjusted to the harsh lighting, confirmed what he already knew. He was in the hospital.
"Doctor, he's awake." A nervous female voice called. Grimmjow turned his head to the right and caught sight of a tall female nurse with short silver hair. A woman with long black hair and a smile to rival Gin's appeared next to the nurse.
"Hello Grimmjow, I'm Doctor Unohana." She said in a calm voice.
"Where's Ichigo?" Grimmjow growled as he tried to sit up. His voice was choppy and rough like he had been chain smoking. Unohana paused, and for a second her smile nearly faltered.
"Where is he?" Grimmjow nearly yelled. His voice cracked and the heart monitor sped up as he began coughing, which caused a splitting pain to erupt in his chest. He looked down and noticed all the fresh white bandaging encasing his torso, reminding him of his fight with Urahara.
"He is in the neuro ward." Unohana explained, her smile firmly back in place.
"What the fuck is that?" Grimmjow was becoming sick of all this vague information.
"It's where we keep patience with possible brain damage or damage to the nervous system." The nurse answered almost eagerly, as if she were happy to know the answer. Grimmjow's eyes widened. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and began tearing at various tubes and chords attacked to his body. The searing pain in his chest was nothing compared to the nauseating fear in his heart. The blue demon was vaguely aware of the nurse trying to stop him but he pushed her away. He had to find Ichigo.
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Ichigo stirred lightly in the almost sleep like stage of awakening. Something was missing. He rolled over and his arm hit empty space. Caramel eyes blinked open in confusion as the knowledge that Grimmjow wasn't in the bed slowly settled through the fog in his mind. He sat up, unsure of where he was. The last thing he remembered was his boss telling some blonde twig to inject him with something. How long had he been out? Grimmjow must have rescued him. But then where was the blue devil? Ichigo glanced around and vaguely recognized his own apartment. He threw the sheets off of himself and padded sleepily into the kitchen, where suddenly the smell of bacon and eggs hit him. How had he not smelled that earlier?
"Morning sunshine." A gravely, sarcastic voice said to him. Standing at the stove leaning over a pan of sizzling bacon was Grimmjow. An uncontrollable grin broke across Ichigo's face and he suddenly had the urge to tackle his lover. The berry threw himself across the room and landed, somehow, in Grimmjow's open arms. After everything, all of the fear and the confusion and the pain, he knew where he belonged. Right here in his blue demon's arms. Grimmjow's baby blue, crystalline eyes bore into Ichigo's with an intensity that took the berry's breath away. Their lips were mere centimeters away, tantalizing Ichigo until he shifted his weight forward and very gently brushed his lips against Grimmjow's. Ichigo sucked in a breath through his nose as Grimmjow pulled their hips flush against each other and kissed the berry with a passion that in itself could have sent him over the edge. Grimmjow broke their kiss just long enough to sweep the ginger off of his feet and carry him to the bedroom, where their lips met again. Grimmjow leaned over the panting berry who was sprawled out on his back on the bed. He slowly leaned in and let his lips ghost along Ichigo's pale neck, listening to the sweet gasps that came from his lips. Ichigo whined as he tugged at the demons shirt, desperate to get more, more of that beautiful satin skin. Grimmjow complied and quickly removed the obnoxious garment, and then made quick work of removing Ichigo's. Then the berry wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's hips and ground their hard lengths together. Both of them gasped at the delicious friction. Grimmjow growled and in one quick movement had Ichigo's boxers and pants around his ankles, which Ichigo kicked off, relieved at the sudden release of pressure his pants had been causing. Suddenly Ichigo flipped them over so that he was straddling Grimmjow's still clothed hips. The sweet berry swayed his hips sensually before allowing his hands to trail down the bluenette's sculpted torso to rest on his hips, so the ginger could fiddle with the button on Grimmjow's pants. The blue demons eyes blazed as he watched Ichigo teasingly work the button loose and reach inside. An involuntary gasp escaped the bluenette's lips as Ichigo firmly grabbed his painfully hard member and began stroking. Grimmjow didn't notice the berry slip off of his lap until he left warm, wet lips engulf his length. He bit back a growl and forced his hips to keep from thrusting deeper into the berry's skilled mouth. Just as he was about to release, Ichigo pulled away. The frustration caused Grimmjow to flip them again, so that Ichigo was pinned underneath him, their lengths pressing together. Ichigo kissed Grimmjow as he left the blue demon reach over and pop open what he guessed was a bottle of lube. His heart beat sped up as he felt a cold finger probe at his entrance.
"Relax." Grimmjow ordered in the sexiest voice Ichigo had ever heard. One finger wasn't too bad. But two was painful. He yelped as his lover prepared him, the seconds ticking by until suddenly the pain ebbed and the fingers disappeared. Grimmjow leaned in and kissed him very gently, and Ichigo knew what was coming would be painful, but so worth it. And he was right. The pain was like fire and brought tears to his eyes, but the look of ecstasy on his lover's face made it worth it. Grimmjow didn't give Ichigo much time to adjust, and the berry didn't want him to. He was finally adjusting to the pain that each of the bluenette's thrusts caused when Grimmjow hit something inside him that made him see stars. Pure pleasure erupted from his core and the sweetest moan Grimmjow had ever heard drifted from Ichigo's lips.
"Faster. Harder. Oh god Grimm please," The berry begged desperately. A sexy growl was Grimmjow's response before he complied with the berry's wishes. Grimmjow's thrusts became faster and more erratic, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his wild ice blue eyes met Ichigo's. That was all the berry could take. He came, eyes locked with his lover and said lover's name on his lips.
"Fuck," Grimmjow gasped as he came seconds after Ichigo. Grimmjow collapsed on top of the ginger, both panting and exhausted. Eventually Grimmjow rolled off of the berry and went to the bathroom to grab a towel.
That was when Ichigo realized that something was wrong. Something was off. There was something he was supposed to remember, or something he was supposed to do... Grimmjow entered the room and suddenly everything started to blur. Colours swirled into one another, mixing and spinning until everything went black.
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Grimmjow burst into the hospital room that contained an unconscious Ichigo. The berry was unnaturally pale, exposing the spattering of cinnamon freckles that covered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Various medical instruments covered the walls near his bed, with various tubes and wires connecting them to Ichigo. A heart monitor beeped steadily, calming Grimmjow's nerves slightly as the doctor he had spoken to before entered behind him. His berry was alive.
"Whats wrong with him?" Grimmjow asked abruptly, his eyes still trained on Ichigo.
"Well... maybe you'd like to take a seat Mr. Jeagerjaques..." Grimmjow shot the doctor a glare that would have terrified anyone else.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" He turned to face her, his ice blue eyes bore into her with all the intensity he could manage. He needed her to understand exactly how much Ichigo meant to him. He needed her to understand that he needed to know what was going on, now. The doctors eyes were closed to slits, just like Gin's, but he was sure he saw her expression soften.
"Ichigo is in a coma." Silence rung around the room. The loudest silence Grimmjow had ever experienced.
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When Ichigo came to, he was disoriented as hell. He was in a hospital room. But when he tried to sit up, something felt wrong. He felt too light, yet like something slightly sticky was holding him to the bed. He looked back at the bed and saw himself. He wasn't in his body. Quickly, he stood up next to the bed as to not be touching himself. Was he dead? No, the heart monitor was still beeping. This must be astral projection. Ichigo glanced around the room and spotted Grimmjow near the door, standing face to face with a doctor. The tension in Grimmjow's shoulders told him that whatever she had said to him, it wasn't good. He watched as Grimmjow turned to face Ichigo's body again.
"Well when the hell is he gunna wake up?" Grimmjow's voice was much smaller than Ichigo remembered it being. The stricken look in the blue demons face was also unfamiliar to the berry. Ichigo put two and two together, and realized: He must be in a coma. But if he could realize that, then shouldn't he be able to just step back into his body? Ichigo was just about to try it when the doctor replied.
"He isn't waking up." That was all she said. Ichigo spun around in his ghost like form and stared with wide eyes at the doctor as she left. Grimmjow hadn't moved, hadn't even blinked.
"No, no i'm here. I'm right here." Ichigo yelled. He reached for his lover's hand, but Ichigo's just phased right through. Grimmjow moved toward the berry's body, and that was when Ichigo noticed the bandage that wrapped around the bluenette's torso. Other than that, he seemed to be unharmed. They had even let him keep his pants and boots on, which is more that Ichigo could say. Grimmjow sat down heavily on the edge of the berry's hospital bed. The look in his eyes was dead, gone, alone. It was startling and absolutely chilling to see one who was once to passionate and beautiful suddenly so gaunt. Ichigo sat next to him and tried to caress the blue demons face. Of course Grimmjow couldn't feel it, even if Ichigo wished with all his being that he could. A tear traced its way down the bluenette's sculpted face, and tore Ichigo's heart in two. Grimmjow moved slowly, reaching down to his boot. From it he pulled the smallest handgun Ichigo had ever seen. There was no way that thing could hold any more than one bullet. Ichigo had no clue what was about to happen. The bluenette took the gun and pressed it against his own temple.
"No, Grimmjow NO" Ichigo lunged for his lover but again, phased right through him as the gun went off. A cold numbness gripped Ichigo's heart as he turned and took in the scene. Grimmjow's once graceful body was slumped over Ichigo's. There was blood everywhere. It was almost artistic, the way it splattered the heartless white walls. Doctors rushed in with nurses on their heels. Ichigo watched numbly as they went through the process he knew so well. Attempt to resuscitate, fail, declare time of death. He wandered through the doctors and sat back down on his bed. He laid a kiss on his lovers forehead, and laid back down, lining up his ghost with his body. There was a sinking feeling, and then... The last thing he heard from the world of the living was a heart monitors continuous deep, signifying a certain lack of life.
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Soooo I love you guys 3 thank you for reading to the very end. I decided to end it like this because, well, sometimes happy endings just aren't satisfying enough. Review and stuff, I'm working on another interesting story!