Some dribble I came up with, I have a tendancy to write down scenes I play out in my head. This is about Grimmjow and Elle who is an Original Character, and has nothing to do with Bleach apart from Grimmjo'ws origins which are hinted at throughout. Elle is a human working on some kind of resistance (?) I'm not sure myself. Lol.

I will probably write more one shots such as this because I don't have enough ammo to make a story out of it and my stories fail after three chapters, Lol. Enjoy!

As the sun's bright rays hit the coming horizon that morning, Elle stood with her back to the city. The smoothing laps of water stroking at her feet as she made her way down the sand paths of the beach.

The coastal breeze was fresh, bustling through her dark tresses as she made her way into the small alcove as instructed.

Approaching the rocks now, a strong smell of seawater hung in the air, radiating from the damp, slippery cave walls. Glancing cautiously behind her, Elle disappeared into the mouth of the alcove.

Grimmjow stood with his back to her, wearing his usual white, Espada attire. Elle quietly noted the tattoo on his back, the delicate curve of the number six stood out on his pale skin. She stopped a few yards in front of him, a hand casually placed on her bony hip.

"So, I'm here." Her words echoed through the hollow arch of the cave and Grimmjow turned to her, a small smirked played on the corner of his mouth, his teal eyes bright in the dark shadows of the cave bottom.

"Finally."

Elle sighed, glancing away from him with annoyance. "I told you, it's not easy to get in and out so frequently anymore. Ever since your kind started showing up round here, the security's tripled. People are untrustworthy of everyone."

"So they should be if one of their own leaders is betraying them."

Without an answer to this, Elle took a seat down on a placed log, the burnt out fire still hummed with the scorched smell of wood. Grimmjow followed her with his intense eyes.

"Would you rather I betrayed you?" The question surprised him but his expression turned to a frown.

"If it wasn't for you feeble human feelings, I wouldn't even by here right now. You caused this yourself woman."

Elle was not one to be talked down to, especially not by him. She stood up with a deep scowl. "Yes, lets blame this thing on me shall we? Weren't you the one who came to me?! Because I am not the only one who betrayed my people for these feelings, am I?"

As the words spat out of her mouth, Grimmjow's frustration had taken it's toll and he leered forward, his hand gripping her firmly by the shoulders. He stared into her pain stricken dark eyes for a long moment, his anger slipping slowly and he realised that this was his fault, his doing. He had indeed betrayed his people. His 'brothers and sisters' as Aizen liked to put it. He was deeply confused at the sudden burst of love and compassion here had in him for this mere human woman. He had tried for a long time to supress it. But in the end, emotions got the better of him and he had plunged them both into a tragedy.

His grip loosened.

"..You think that I'm doing this for feelings?" He spoke quietly, unable to make eye contact. "Hell, I'm doing this for kicks, you should know that."

As soon as the words were spoken, he had regretted it. Elle's body stiffened in his grasp and she stood up slowly. Forced to look up at her now, Grimmjow raised his eyes to hers, the pain and love had gone, replaced with manifested hate. He raised an eyebrow, also rising. He had pushed the knife in, he couldn't stop now; he had to twist it.

"Oh, c'mon, Elle. You really think this was one big love story? I'm an ESPADA, I have no emotions. Only hate." He waited for her reply, or even a reaction but she simply stood and stared at him.

He went on, hurling insults, any person would be humiliated at the things that he said as he paced around the cave as if prowling on his prey. When he stopped, the silence from her was unbearable; deafening. In a moment of frustration he grabbed her and shoved her brutishly against the rocky cave wall.

"WHY WON'T YOU SPEAK HUH?!" He stared at her, searching for some kind of sign. Eventually, a clear trickle rolled down her cheek, followed by another. Grimmjow felt a rush of triumph.

"Psh. Pathetic.." He barely whispered as he pulled away from the wall and turned away from her, the pain was too much now, he ached with it. "Just.. go Elle. Go back to your little human life and find some ditzy fool to be with okay? We're over, if we were anything to begin with.."

He hesitated as he turned to leave, in the silent hope that she might call out to him, slap him, anything! But, she didn't. The Espada sighed heavily and trudged out of the cave without another word.

When his shadow had left the cave and his footsteps were out of earshot, she collapsed crumpling down on herself and cried. Nothing around her mattered, only the pain in her chest thumped through her as what seemed an endless display of tears rolled down her cheeks and onto damp sand.

Without knowing it, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques had completely broken the only person who would ever love him.