Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Grnghgh.."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Fuggin..dammit.."

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A large hand violently slammed down onto the source of the disturbance, the noise ceasing and a head of tousled blue hair raising up from a ruffled pillow. Irritatingly bright sunlight flooded through the window, making Grimmjow squint and stumble out of bed clumsily. His feet slapped against the hardwood floor, white bedsheets falling and pooling around his toes as he began to walk towards the bathroom. A deep, rumbling sigh eased out of his chest, his face dripping with cold water. He grabbed the plush towel next to the sink and messily wiped his face dry, the tip of his bangs slightly wet and dripping.

Another day to waste away.

He grabbed a coffee at Starbucks, picked up a burger from a small take out and then started briskly towards his car down the sidewalk. His uniform rustled underneath his dark brown jacket, cold hands huddled in cold pockets. He pressed the unlock button on his car keys, small clicks simultaneously going off as the locks in the car doors went up. Quickly, he opened the driver's seat and slid in, taking his hands out of his pockets and blowing into them. He started the engine and waited for the car to warm up so he could relax his body, his shoulders tense from the biting frost of winter.

"Fzzsssisszfzzz -storm ahe-fszsssszsssss-arning until midnigh-sssssssszsss-."

Grimmjow fiddled with the radio, giving it a hard stare as if it should have read his mind and been on the right channel the moment he turned it on. Finally, it landed on a decent station, one of his favorite songs flowing through the now warm car.

I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up,

Calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up

He slowly pulled out from in between the two cars that were in front and behind him, constantly checking the rear-view mirror. The rocks crumbled noisily beneath the tires of his car, and his mind wandered back to the orange-haired patient, Ichigo Kurosaki.

'Wonder what his parents were thinkin' when they named 'im Strawberry,' he thought absentmindedly.

The car now slightly stuffy from the AC, he reached towards the knobs and buttons and turned the heat down as he sniffled a bit. His head felt light from lack of sleep but at the same time heavy from the warm air.

"I hate life," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose to make the sniffles stop. His other hand rested on the steering wheel as he drove steadily towards the asylum, lips set in a thin line as he thought about other things he hated.

The day dragged on, and everything felt like it was playing in slow motion. And it seemed that at hourly intervals, the video got slower and slower, and Grimmjow, with much difficulty, was forcing the cogs in his head to turn. They rotated with a painful creak, lag, and snap.

Everything went so slowly, soooo sloooooowly, and it drove him to the point where he felt like he belonged in a straitjacket. Sitting in his chair, pondering with a dull curiosity about his life, he came to a depressing conclusion. Morning, night, it was all repetition. Afternoon, evening, it was basically the same, every day, every minute, and all the little changes brought no feelings of refreshment. He would forget what he had for dinner the day before, but it didn't matter. It wouldn't be any different today, even if he had spaghetti yesterday and was eating a taco today. Breakfast, lunch, dinner..the only difference was the time.

What irritated the doctor the most was that every day, every single day he hoped something exciting would happen. Every morning he would get a small burst of adrenaline after waking up, and it felt like his stomach was saying, 'Something fuckin' good is gonna happen today!'

Nothing happened. All he met at the end of the day was utter disappointment settling like a heavy stone in the pit of his gut.

'That's thirty-two years,' he thought, twiddling a silver pen in between his index and middle finger. 'Almost every year has three hundred and sixty-five days, so that's three hundred and sixty-five times thirty-two...,' but his math process was cut short by a dull knock on his office door.

"Come in," was the mumbled response. Grimmjow laid his pen down and repeatedly tapped the wooden surface of his desk with his index finger, his mind wandering. It felt like his head was filled with golf balls that were just bouncing around, bumping into each other and making befuddling clunking noises.

Starkk ambled in, a few strands of dark brown hair resting across the bridge of his nose.

"Oh. Sup, boss."

"Sup."

"..."

Grimmjow stared expectantly at the brunette, but his expression remained bored and tired. "So..."

"Huh?"

The doctor sitting at the desk inwardly facepalmed. "Did ya need somethin, boss?"

"Oh. Yeah..," Stark rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, "It's that kid...the...uh...Kuromaki kid, I think, something like that.."

Grimmjow lifted his chin from his palm, his attention reeled in by the familiar name. 'Kuromaki...Kuromaki? I feel like I've heard that before..'

The brunette across the room coughed quietly into his hand once before continuing, "We've decided that you be his caretaker, since you're one of the stronger doctors, I guess," yaaawn, "And..eh...his room is number six, I think."

'How the fuck does this guy run an asylum?' thought Grimmjow, 'He doesn't even look like he could run a—wait. Six?'

Stark, who was now sitting in the chair near the small refrigerator, noticed the quick snap in which Grimmjow's facial expression changed. "You okay, kid?" he asked, but it sounded like "Yuh oheh, kih?" because he had yawned while saying it.

"Room..six?" replied the quite confused looking doctor. "The Kurosaki kid?"

"That's what I said, right?" Starkk mumbled mostly to himself, leaning back into the creaking chair as his eyelids drooped sleepily.

"Huooooooooh...?" Grimmjow let his mouth hang open. What?

"Listen, we could get Shuuhei to do it if you're afraid of the kid going berserk on y-"

"What? Hell no! I'm not scared, I'll do it, jeez!" Grimmjow quickly and clumsily slammed his left cheek into the palm of his hand once again, his mouth pushed over to the side and forming puffy fish lips. The usually dull, languid, blue orbs were now brighter, and if you looked closely, you could see...

"The fuck are you doing?"

Starkk was now standing on the other side of Grimmjow's desk, his palms flat on the surface and his nose only centimeters away from Grimmjow's.

"Examining."

"Examining what, may I ask?"

The nose slowly receded, and Starkk nodded his head slowly. "You'll definitely do a good job. I leave Kuro..m..saki in your care."

Grimmjow sat there, a childish wide-eyed and confused look blossoming on his rough face. "I work with a bunch of weirdos." He repeated that in his head as he pushed his chair out, walked out of his office door and made his way to the room where the patients' records were kept.

He was still repeating it in his head as he walked down the hall, bright florescent lights shining above him and making his hair a blinding aqua blue.

And even as he was rummaging through files of patients under "K," he was still saying 'Weirdos...weirdos...weirdos...aha!'

Clumsily flipping the tan folder out of the filing cabinet, Grimmjow opened the thick, folded paper and pulled out the thinner sheets from inside. For some reason he was almost trembling with anticipation, the thought of reading about exactly why the Kurosaki kid was here was pushing the doctor off the edge of the cliff of curiosity.

Kurosaki, Ichigo

Gender: M

Date of Entry: December 26th, 2005, age 15

Date of Birth: June 30th, 1990

Always quiet, is very clean and only moves about to shower, eat, etc., not social, suffers from schizophrenia. Enjoys solitude but at same time enjoys company. ex. During time in the Meeting Hall, sits alone and wishes to be left alone but is upset to go back to his room at times. Seems to be wary of men with beards/goatees, is very kind to young girls between the ages of 10 and 12.

Family pleaded for Kurosaki to stay home with his family; request denied.

Reason for entry:

N/A

Notes:

Very quiet and obedient. Hasn't said anything yet. Takes good care of himself.

Still hasn't said a word. A week's passed. Eats well. Very helpful. Helped Nel with her crayons.

Didn't eat for a couple days, reason unknown. Still won't talk. Only shows emotions through physical movement or facial expression.

Is staying in his room; hasn't been coming out for three days. Only went to the bathroom twice during this period.

won't fuckin eat, dammit.

just sitting there an starin.

he's some freakin orange haired emo. ate a lil somethin today, finally

dear LORD, this nutjob is driving me crazy/eating normally again, but fuck, he won't talk

Stayed in his room for a while;refused to come out to socialize with the other patients. Is usually doing some sort of rhythmic pattern with his fingers, mostly the index fingers of both his hands.

Kurosaki-san was shaking violently today. The tremors went all the way down to his feet, and his eyes became dilated. Didn't eat yesterday and is not eating today.

Had a violent fit; was laughing dangerously. Eyes were extremely dilated, almost ripped straitjacket.

Completely subdued since last week. Absolutely refuses to see other patients, showing symptoms of early depression.

Was tired for most of the week; hasn't been sleeping well. Dark bags under eyes, pupils no longer dilated.

Still not getting enough sleep, seems to be making an effort to take care of himself without eating, ex showering, brushing his teeth, etc., however, he refuses to eat and is only drinking water.

Slowly gaining back weight, started eating once again. Brought Nel to see him. He seemed frightened. But not of Nel..he was very kind and seemed to enjoy her company, however.

At this point, Grimmjow halted his reading. The rest of the notes were the same, lacking a pattern but it was a constant repeat of no eating, fear, no eating, fear. Slowly, he placed the sheets of paper back into the folder, and as he closed the thick paper he thought..

'Kurosaki...Kurosaki..Clinic?'

Sorry for such a short chapter (unu);; I'll work harder on the next one! Thank you for reading my story. Reviews. Are. LOOOOOOVEEE TT/7/TT they really encourage me to post the next chapter and write new stories.

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