Disclaimer:I do not, in any way shape or form, own Bleach—I merely play with the characters.
Author's Note:Hey guys, finally picked up this long chapter that I abandoned a while ago, no worries though because I already have chapter 8-10 all planned out :D and even possibly chapter 11, so hang in there until I finish that really long fanfic I'm working on with Nitro+Chiral.
◙█Grimm
Capítulo Siete—The Blue Panther
Grimmjow's POV
"So what are we going to do now, Ulquiorra? I mean we already know my death, I guess we got to focus on you now?" Grimmjow stopped their meaningless walking and turned to face Ulquiorra.
"On the contrary, your death remains a mystery as opposed to how and why you died. So we're going to focus on that bit seeing as my past continues to come up as a blank every time." Ulquiorra walked ahead of him, refusing to cease his search for a library.
"And how do you suppose we find that out?" Grimmjow laughed dryly, knowing only his 'dead' self knew the real reason.
"I was thinking that maybe we could do a family heritage check—find hints in your background information. Are you going to proceed?" Ulquiorra stopped ahead without turning around.
"Tch, whatever let's just do that then." He jogged a bit to catch up with Ulquiorra and continued forward.
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"You know, I don't understand why I'm the only one in my family with blue hair—how ridiculous." Grimmjow shook his head and stared at his family tree more closely. Only a few of them seemed to be still living, the rest died fairly young and from a murder, for some odd reason. "Hmph, I wonder how my family managed to survive this long seeing as though we attract unwanted attention."
"Our best option is to visit this 'Cassandra' seeing that she's the closest in range." Ulquiorra pointed to the picture on the screen next to Grimmjow's picture, deeming her his sister.
"Hmmmmm, Hokkaido, Japan ey? That's a little away from here and well into the countryside, isn't it?" He turned his head from the screen and faced Ulquiorra.
"We shall travel by garganta to make it easier," Ulquiorra inquired. "I shall print this in case we need it again down the road. Come along now, Sexta, let us set out."
Grimmjow stretched his arms into the air as he waited for Ulquiorra to print out the papers, following him out the door after he did so. I wonder how this sister of mine might take it after she sees me alive and well again, Grimmjow snickered, excited to see her pained face.
Ulquiorra stopped walking and turned to face Grimmjow, not looking up at him. "When we get there we will probably have to explain why you are seemingly 'alive' and maybe even worse—show her what we really look like. Are you up for that?"
"Why would I ever not? It's just going to make things a little more interesting is all," he beamed down at Ulquiorra, still excited to scare the living shit out of the poor woman.
Ulquiorra could feel that sadistic grin trained on him and almost shivered. What did that woman ever do to him?
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Cassandra's POV
When I heard a knock at the door, I instantly grew suspicious since everybody calls before they come to my house—living in a log cabin deep in a forest and all. I inched closer to the door very cautiously, making sure to snatch my rifle off of the shelf. I opened the front door and stood behind the screen door, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw next—it shocked me so bad I almost had a heart attack! "...? Is this some kind of joke? Leon, I swear if that's you disguising yourself as our brother and trying to play with my sanity I'm going to shoot you with my rifle!" I propped my rifle up against my right palm and gave it a good pump, while keeping up a menacing glare at 'Grimmjow'.
"It is no joke, Woman." A new voice came from next to 'Grimmjow' so I turned my head to get a good look at him and was in for another shocker.
"And you even got your buddy Rick to dress as the fag, too? What the fuck is wrong with you! I'm going ta knock your head clean off!" I was about to kick open the screen door when I heard a monotonous reply:
"I don't believe that my sexual preferences pertain to you, hermana del Sexto."
"Da fuck? So you're admitting that you're gay, Ulquiorra?" 'Grimmjow; looked down at this 'Ulquiorra' with his jaw dropped.
The man turned his head toward 'Grimmjow' and curtly replied, "I do not recall ever agreeing to her ridiculous assumption, and since that topic has no purpose I never waste my time on 'figuring out' such a trivial matter, Sexta."
"Grrrr would you quit calling me that already the name has no meaning anymore!" 'Grimmjow' screamed down at said 'Ulquiorra'.
"Actually it does—I believe it is Spanish for 'sixth' or something like that." I pointed out blankly, my rage depleting for some reason.
"That is not what I meant—sister." 'Grimmjow' ground his teeth and face palmed. "Whatever! Can we just come in already? I'll explain why I'm 'alive' to you once inside, OK?"
I narrowed my eyes, not entirely sure I could trust them (especially this 'Ulquiorra') but let them in, anyhow.
"Finally! I was seriously getting impatient and contemplating on whether I should just kick down the door or something." 'Grimmjow' scowled and invited himself in.
"If you had it would have made things complicated, Sexta. Besides, she is supposed to be your sister—show some respect." I was actually beginning to like the weirdo, being he had some decency.
"You can start by explaining why you're not still 'one-with-the-soil' and then what the fuck you want—I'm not very keen of ghosts and especially their so-called unfinished business," I walked over to the counter and started brewing some tea.
"Well to make a long story short, our leader failed on us and we all died before that, but were healed again—thanks to Ichigo's bitch for some reason—and now we're on the run from Soul Society because we're not idiotic enough to make such a poor decision as to stay behind in Hueco Mundo. Well we all got bored and wanted something to pass the time so I suggested we look up our past out of curiosity and now here we are, at your house trying to find out how and why I died since the case is still open. Care to tell what I was like alive, Sister?"
"Ummmmm..." I scratched my head and watched the water slowly pour into the coffee pot blankly after that brief explanation, totally lost.
"I don;t think that really clears things up much for her, Sexta. For instance, she doesn't even know what Soul Society or Hueco Mundo is, including what we are," 'Ulquiorra' pointed out. "Grimmjow and I are known as 'arrancar' which are hollows that were given a human-like form by a shinigami captain named Aizen Sōsuke using the Hogyoku. Grimmjow and I in particular are part of Aizen's elite army—the Espada, which is where the 'Sexta' came from. Grimmjow ranks as number six out of the ten Espada, I myself ranking as number four; the Cuarta (or Quattro). In order to be an Espada you had to be of either Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde rank when one was a full hollow, Vasto Lorde being the highest rank and Adjuchas coming in second—the weakest being a normal hollow. When you die, a Soul Reaper—shinigami—is sent to collect your soul by sending it to Soul Society usually using a hell butterfly. However, some souls are forgotten about and unfortunately become a hollow. It is the shinigami's duty to eradicate any rogue hollow and save wandering souls who are constantly targeted by the hollows (also sometimes humans). Once a hollow is 'killed' by a shinigami, its soul becomes cleansed and is reborn into Soul Society. There's a more detailed explanation."
"Okay, so basically you're not 'alive' but rather 'undead'? Huh, well doesn't that suck! I was totally expecting you guys to be all zombie-like or vampires to say the least! Then again, you in particular are as pale as a vampire and sort of have the qualities." I rubbed my chin in thought. "So why are you human looking?"
Grimmjow chuckled, "Ulquiorra is a bat so that definitely adds to your vampire theory, Sis, but no—we're not. And anyways, we only appear human because we're wearing gigais to disguise ourselves and be noticed. We could take them off, but that would be too risky and I doubt you'd be able to see us, anyways."
"What are you doubting my ability to see?" I snapped and turned around to glare at my undead brother.
"Humans don't have the ability to see us, that is, until Kurosaki and his friends came around." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and looked the other way.
"Actually," I walked up and squinted at them, noticing the sudden changes in their clothing and the weird bone pieces that grew and face markings. "Now that I get a closer look at you two I can see your true forms."
"How is that possible? We haven't even removed our gigais yet." The Vampire suddenly spoke.
"It's probably because I'm a Grimm."
"What's a 'Grimm'?" They both asked in unison.
The Vampire turned his head and stared at Grimmjow, "does it have something to do with the Grimm- in Grimmjow or something?"
"No...and yes...I mean I don't really know! Well I guess our parents really wanted you to have 'Grimm' somewhere in your name since our dad's last name is 'Jaegerjaques'." I inquired
"How does that relate to whatever you are in any way?" Grimmjow snarled impatiently.
I sighed, "I guess I better get explaining, then...":
"Once upon a time,
there were two brothers named Grimm (their last name I don't know their first) who created 219 fairy tales. Now nobody ever knew how they came up with such genius stories, they just did. But because nobody ever bothered to look more into it, they never had to learn the truth. The Grimm's basically wanted to get some info out there that there are unrealistic creatures living among us humans, disguising themselves by taking our form. Ordinary humans shouldn't be able to see them unless they willingly show themselves. But for some odd reason, the Grimm brothers could see their true forms. Thus began their adventure to discover every possible fairy tale critter, and it didn't stop with just them, for generations upon generations the whole family tree has been having to deal with them because some actually seek us to rid of us once and for all, so we have to protect ourselves." I sighed and caught my breath, for that was quite a long speut for me to handle. "Now you in particular, Grimmjow, you were quite the character—you grew up without knowing that you were a Grimm and even then decided to become a detective. When you first started 'seeing' when you turned twenty you freaked out a bit, but quickly got used to it. In fact, you saw it as a great benefit because it only enhanced your ability to solve crimes quickly. You became quite famous in the law field and your buddies even came up with a new nickname for you."
"What was the nickname?" Grimmjow asked, out of curiosity, I suppose.
"The Blue Panther." I looked him dead in the eye and grew a little confused when I saw the knowing glance in them. "I know it's pretty cheesy that they derived it off of that Pink Panther cartoon and only changed it to blue because of your obscene hair, but it really suited you." I shrugged then raised my eyebrows at the silent stare he was having with The Vampire. "Excuse me, but I am so confused."
Grimmjow turned his head to look at me, sighing, "when I was a hollow I had the form of a panther—and my Zanpakuto's name is Pantera."
"Oh, that would be really funny—if I knew what a zanpakuto was. I scratched my head.
"It's basically a sword with power—we each have our own customized from our very own unique soul." Grimmjow yawned. "Man am I tired! Do you mind if we crash here for tonight, Sis? Hotels are so expensive..."
"I don't care, it's still you're home as well, after all." I stretched and got up. "Well Imma make some more tea since the last batch is spoiled now and then maybe hit the hay as well after I finish some paperwork of mine. Grimmjow, your old room is to the right and the guest room is across from it for your traveler budd—"
"Ulquiorra Schiffer."
"—Ulquiorra, whatever. Sweet dreams!" I watched Grimmjow's retreating back then glance at this 'Ulquiorra', who was apparently staring at me with a completely expressionless face. "What are you looking at?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He just ignored my ill manners and followed my undead brother. Creep...
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Grimmjow's POV
Grimmjow woke to a loud thud that came from downstairs. Da hell...? What time is it...He groggily sat up and pushed off the bed, teetering a bit. He picked up the random clock on the night stand and squinted;
4:46am
It's too early...He picked up the bunny-head mod soul dispenser and shoved it in his pocket as he cautiously made his way out the door and down the stairs, prepared ti beat the shit of any intruder. He reared around the corner from the railing and stopped to take in the scene: Cassandra was lying on the kitchen floor with the upper half of her body showing in the door opening. She groaned and moved her head slightly to peer through the opening. Her eyes widened upon seeing him and she parted her lips to speak.
"No, Grimmjow, go—get out of here before he sees you! He doesn't know you're here—he thinks you're dead." She coughed up a little blood.
"Why the hell would I leave you when I finally found you, Sis? Besides, you've seemed to have forgotten that I am still dead—and no mere human can kill me!" He took the dispenser out of his pocket and popped out a mod soul, not hesitating to swallow it.
"But he's not hu—!" Flames flew all around the kitchen but just missed Cassandra. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and rolled over.
"What's causing all of this racket?" Ulquiorra appeared behind Grimmjow, but he ignored him and sonídoed into the kitchen, slightly surprised when a dude with a dragon's head entered the kitchen from the basement. The dragon hybrid froze when he laid eyes on Grimmjow.
"Y-you're supposed to be dead! I even watched your burial!"
"Yeah? Well I've got news for you—I'm back!" He sonídoed behind the man and brought down his zanpakuto to sever the weird dragon head from the human body. It hit the floor and rolled into the flames behind Grimmjow. He turned around and gasped—the flames had already eaten up more than half f Cassandra.
"G-Grimmjow, come here before I die," she whispered hoarsely.
"You're not gonna die, we'll get you outta here." He knelt before her and tried gently easing her up.
"N-no, don't bother...I'll just end up dying in the hospital, anyways..." She coughed up more blood.
"But I finally found you..." Grimmjow started.
"Listen; I need you to take off my necklace and go to your brother. He's currently staying at a hotel in Bangkok—I'm sure you can figure out the rest on your own. Tell him what's happened, but don't give him the necklace—he wishes to end all of the protecting we Grimm have been doing all of our lives and just hand over the sacred items, but that would be very bad. Also, there is a safe-keeping box in my panties drawer with coins in it—don't touch them. In fact, never touch those coins under any circumstances—they will corrupt you." She hacked up more blood and whimpered. "Never mention you have these items to your brother and say you don;t know what he's talking about if he asks. You're supposed to have amnesia since you're dead, after all. Now go; hurry up and get the box before the fire reaches my room. Leave me here; I've always wanted to fade away with the house, anyways." She let her arm fall onto her stomach and smiled weakly up at Grimmjow. "Be safe."
Grimmjow wiped the stray tear on her face and kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, Sis, I'm sure the Soul Society will come and find you soon. I'll make sure to visit you sometime if I ever do find you amongst the thousands of territories there." Then he got up and walked out of the roasting kitchen, passing up Ulquiorra on his way to the stairs. "Let's go."
Cassandra's POV
I amazed myself by the fact that I wasn't screaming from this horrifying pain. I'm going to die. I can't believe it. I turned my head and watched my undead brother's retreating back. When he reared the corner, I now accidentally met the eyes of The Vampire. As I took the stares, The Vampire actually allowed his stoic expression to soften a bit.
"Don't worry, Miss Jaegerjaques, I'll make sure no harm comes to him." He smiled then quietly took to the stairs to follow Grimmjow, still keeping contact with me before fully reaching the stairs.
"Thank you," was all I could muster and then everything went black for a while.
Grimmjow's POV
"Well you took your dandy time getting here, didn't you?" He finally found the right box and walked up to Ulquiorra. "Come on I gotta go collect my gigai before the house burns down and the fire trucks arrive. He pushed past Ulquiorra and sonídoed back downstairs. He found his gigai coughing in the living room and quickly ran up to him. "I need this body back now!" He quickly rejoined with the gigai and ran out of the house, hiding the box in a deep pocket inside his trench coat. "Come on Ulquiorra!" He shouted at the door and Ulquiorra finally appeared. "What the hell were ya doin'?"
"Collecting your sister's soul." Sure enough, she peered from behind Ulquiorra at Grimmjow.
"Hello again, brother."
"Oh for crying out loud, we can't take her with us! Leave her here for a Soul Reaper to find her or something." He rubbed his temple and turned towards the street. "We have to go meet brother, remember? Besides...maybe he knows something about my death."
"Should we take a plane seeing as though we don;t even know where this 'Bangkok' place is?" Ulquiorra inquired behind him.
"I guess we have no choice. Now come on, let's ditch before a pesky shinigami shows up.
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Ulquiorra's POV
"We can't afford these high prices," Ulquiorra stated the obvious while staring at the flight board.
"No shit, Sherlock. I say we highjack the damn thing—no harm done in that." Grimmjow spoke in an irritated manner next to him.
"That would be like asking for Soul Society to come after us. It would ultimately give away our position because word would get out that two samurais highjacked the plane, and who dresses as samurais nowadays?" He replied nonchalantly.
"Well you said quite a lot than usual...then what so you suppose we do? Sneak on?" Grimmjow snapped at him.
"Exactly. That is why we have these." He held up his chicken-head mod soul dispenser.
"So we just ditch out gigai here?" Grimmjow interjected.
"Oh we'll come back for them when we're done. In the meantime, they can just crash here in the airport."
"Hmmmm, that actually sounds like a good plan since he's supposedly able to see us, plus it'll make it easier to hack into the hotel check-in system." Grimmjow pulled out his bunny-head mod soul dispenser. "Well, bottoms up!"
Ulquiorra watched Grimmjow swallow his mod soul capsule and in turn popped in his own. He witnessed Grimmjow tumble out of his gigai before he calmly exited his own.
"How do you do it with such elegance?"
"..." Dumbass.
"Fine, don't answer—fine by me." He walked up to his gigai and dug out the coin box from the trench coat and ripped off the necklace, quickly shoving them in the pockets on his hakama. "Let's go get a first class spot and pretend it's haunted or something so that people won't sit on us."
He walked on ahead of Ulquiorra, shoving random passerbys on his way. They scoffed and stared at the empty space, truly confused.
Ulquiorra squelched a laugh and followed closely behind him, not caring that Grimmjow was attacking like he was better then him. He slipped through the crowd with Grimmjow and entered the plane. He noted how pissy Grimmjow got when people stepped in front of him for no apparent reason.
"I swear there's an apparition in front of us, Sakuma." A random female behind him spoke up. "Because I can't move on any further even though there is clearly enough space—it just makes no sense."
"Such vermin," Grimmjow spoke seriously in front of him. "They can't even tell when a much higher being is before them. To think I was once one of them."
Ulquiorra just stared blankly at his back, what an odd thing for him to say. Grimmjow tensed up and shoved the human in front up to the side and into the nearest seat, fed up with his slow ass in his face. "People need to stop blocking the aisle way!" He grumbled his way down the aisle and disappeared behind the purple velvet curtain that separated the classes.
"What the hell?" The human guys rubbed his ass as Ulquiorra passed him.
"See? Did you see that? Nothing touched him and he fell as if he was pushed! And look—we can move forward again!" The female behind him proclaimed, but he didn't stay to listen to her any more than he already did.
He pushed the curtain out of his way and easily found Grimmjow (because of his wild hair) in the back row.
"It seems more fitting back here since people always tag the back of things as 'eerie' and 'haunting'." Grimmjow spoke when Ulquiorra took his seat next to him. "So...I wonder what my brother's like..."
Ulquiorra decided to tune him out and use the plane ride as the perfect chance for figuring things out. For starters, why was he still traveling with these numbskulls, was it because he was lonely? I really need to get my head set straight again...
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"This is Bangkok?" Grimmjow overlooked the busy city with Ulquiorra. "It looks pretty beat up to me."
It wasn't particularly a city that Ulquiorra would be fond of, but he could care less how it looked. "Let us just find the hotel already."
"Well ain't you in a rush," Grimmjow scoffed at him.
He would admit he was a little flustered from what happened on the plane, but honestly he just wanted to get this done and over with.
In the midst of Ulquiorra's wandering thoughts, he heard Grimmjow snore really loudly, as if he fell asleep after several attempts at getting Ulquiorra's attention. He gave up and fell asleep...
Ulquiorra had just gotten back to his thoughts when something hard yet soft at the same time hit his shoulder. He looked over to find Grimmjow leaning on him, snuggling into his shoulder. He tried not to blush and faced the other way. Damn cats and their touchy-feelly obsessions...
"Ulqui...orra..." Grimmjow tensed into Ulquiorra's shoulder.
"Huh...?" He whipped his head back around and stared at Grimmjow, his eyes wide.
"Don't...ever leave me..." He exhaled and a tear escaped his eye until he hid his face between Ulquiorra's shoulder and the seat, hidden from Ulquiorra's view.
Ulquiorra was still shocked for a few moments but quickly retaliated. It's just a dream, Ulquiorra, it's just a dream...
"The most expensive hotel would make more sense to check first being the most likely to keep tabs on all the other hotels in the area." Ulquiorra shoved his hands in his pockets and swiftly walked around an on-coming car.
"Now why would they do that?" Grimmjow shouted behind him amongst the crowd of humans.
"Knowledge is very important in the battle for the top—it doesn't surprise me that you didn't know that, Sexta."
"There we go with the 'Sexta' again; we're no longer a part of his army—when are you going to realize that?" Grimmjow caught up to him and shoved a random prostitute out of the way. "Jeez this place is overloaded with harlots!"
"Considering we are still 'running away' from Soul Society's forces, I believe we're still the enemy here." Ulquiorra sped up his pace.
"But we're not being controlled by Aizen, are we? We're finally free, Ulquiorra! Haven't you always wanted freedom? You can't say you've never at least thought about obtaining it. Doesn't it feel good to you?" Grimmjow jogged up behind him.
Ulquiorra suddenly stopped in front of two large buildings, causing Grimmjow to smack right into him like an idiot, "no Grimmjow, I have not and most likely never will. The whole reason I joined the army was to find purpose in the things we do. Now come on, I believe this is the building, is it not?"
"S'pose so, I mean it is rather large." Grimmjow scowled behind him, obviously not satisfyed with his answer.
He ignored Grimmjow and entered the premises. The outside was nothing compared to the interior decor—gold paint stripes and crimson red covered the walls with expensive-looking statues everywhere including ancient portraits of questionable characters.
"So much better than the white of Hueco Mundo," Grimmjow confessed.
"U-um, m-may I help you...two..." the receptionist ahead squeaked out in slight fear. Could she see them? Ulquiorra looked to Grimmjow and saw him draw his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Hello, sirs?" She peeped again.
"Are you addressing us, Ma'am?" She can see us...? Ulquiorra thought there were no more gifted humans but sure enough, the female nodded her head timidly.
"This is so fucked up..." Grimmjow whispered to him.
"We are looking for a Mr. Leon Jaegerjaques, would you kindly look him up for us?" Ulquiorra got straight to the point, decided to take advantage of the human's fear.
"O-on it!" She chimed and began clicking away on her handy computer. "He's actually staying on the 46th floor in room 4646—do you need a key?"
"That would be helpful," Grimmjow grumbled next to him.
She fumbled through a bunch of keys in a drawer behind her desk. "H-here you are, Sirs, have good day!" She beamed brightly, but obvious perspire glowed.
"Humans are so simple-minded and stupid," Grimmjow muttered and shoved his hands in his pockets along with the key.
Like someone else I know...Ulquiorra made Grimmjow turn to the stairs. No way am I riding one of those again.
"But he's on the forty-sixth floor!" Grimmjow protested, but shut up from one look from Ulquiorra. "Chicken..."
Ulquiorra chose to sonído all the way up the staircase, leaving Grimmjow far behind. By the time Grimmjow caught up to him, he had already reached the door.
"He didn't answer my knocks so unlock it." Ulquiorra ordered.
"Don't tell me what to do, bitch," Grimmjow obliged but unlocked it anyways.
The door creaked open to unveil a very bloody scene with numerous bodies scattered everywhere. "Well someone got their hands dirty." Grimmjow smirked (from the sight of fresh blood, he was almost positive). Rearing the corner came a spikey, gray-in-color-haired lanky man carrying a ridiculously large scythe. Grimmjow didn't hesitate to evade the attack swiftly with just one arm.
"You're a frisky one, ain't ya?" The man licked his lips then widened his eyes upon really seeing Grimmjow. "B-brother...?" He pulled back the scythe and dropped it. "A-ain't ya s'posed to be dead?" Tears threatened behind his eyes.
"I am."
"Oh, what a cruel joke—now God has me seeing apparitions!" He sniffled and slowly reached forward, as if trying to confirm that he was solid. He poked Grimmjow's chest and shivered. "Y-you're real..."
"Fuck yeah I'm real!" He invited himself in and walked on past the shocked brother.
"We've come to bear the burden of bad news: you're sister is dead." Ulquiorra walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Cassandra...dead...?" He whipped around and stared at Ulquiorra and Grimmjow sitting on the couch. "A-are you sure?"
"She burned in a house fire caused by some dragon-headed freak. Don't worry—I took care of him real good." Grimmjow chuckled darkly.
"But if Cassandra's gone, what about the coins and necklace?" He dropped to his knees.
"Whatever you're talking about, they probably burned down along with the house." Grimmjow shrugged.
"No way, if you guys were with Cassy at the time of her death, she would've handed them over to you.
"I don;t know what you're tal—"
"LIES!"
"Excuse me?"
"T-that's right, she would've given you the items to prevent them from ever reaching my touch. Hand them over."
"I honestly don't kno—"
"I know you have them—she probably told you to keep it a secret.
"Look, bro, I finally get to see you after who-knows-how-many-years of being dead—can't we just have a nice cup of tea or something?" Now he;s starting to sound like Aizen, Ulquiorra internally questioned Grimmjow's state of mind.
"You're right—I'll go fix us a batch." Leon got up and strode over to his kitchen. Ulquiorra observed him very carefully, having a weary mind about him.
"He's quite the precarious character, don you think?" He whispered to Grimmjow.
"Hey, watch what you say about my brother, Ulquiorra." He whisper-growled back at him.
"Garbage lover..." Ulquiorra swore Grimmjow popped a blood vessel at that.
"Here we are—enjoy!" Leon set down a cup in front of Ulquiorra and Grimmjow then sipped his own, watching Grimmjow slowly lift his cup to his lips and smiled at the act as he sat down. There was something about that smile that unnerved Ulquiorra...
"Don't drink that."
Grimmjow paused, "well why not?"
"Because it is most likely spiked or worse, poisoned." He said in all seriousness as usual.
Grimmjow turned to his now frowning brother for an answer, "now why would I ever do that? How rude!"
"You think we have these items that are apparently very important to you so when Grimmjow suggested a nice beverage, you jumped on the chance to drug him and then pick-pocket him later.
"But he's my brother—there's now ay he'd do something as horrible as that! Why would he..." Grimmjow gazed into the cup and for a moment, Ulquiorra felt sorry for him.
"Hmmmmm I don't know, maybe it's because you're already dead so it wouldn't ever effect him externally or emotionally. And even worse, he probably just thinks that you're a figment of his imagination—check out the state of his eyes, Sexta, what do you see?"
Grimmjow timidly looked up from his cup and winced at the sight of his brother. "I can't believe you would pull something like this—to your own brother!" He screamed and threw the cup across the room in his boiling rage. "Come one Ulquiorra, let's go—there's nothing for us here."
Ulquiorra was currently having a stare-down with Grimmjow's brother as Grimmjow walked out.
"I recognize you—you're that weirdo that was hugging Grimmjow's dead body," Leon whispered darkly to him.
"I am...? Do tell more—"
"Come one Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow shouted and swung around the door frame to peer back inside.
"...another time, I suppose..." He brushed past his chair and met up with Grimmjow.
"Let's go break a window and then tear a garganta—it'll be much faster." Grimmjow suggested.
Once in the garganta, Ulquiorra took the chance to start up a random conversation. "I'm sorry that your 'family reunion' ended in such a disaster, but at least you got to see them alive."
He felt the shadow of Grimmjow's head turn to look at him in the darkness. "You're right—I've had enough with my life, let's focus on yours from now on."
"...if you really want to..." Ulquiorra awaited the opening of the garganta. I'd like to find out the truth about his death already so I can see how I possibly fit into that mess.
A bright light shown through the darkness and the Hokkaido airport was revealed below Ulquiorra. Time to go reunite with our gigai.
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"So, where to now? A new library since we're in a fairly new area, anyways?" Grimmjow meakly suggested as he and Ulquiorra wandered the streets.
"The library does not seem to hold an answer for me," He watched a random look of disgust pass over Grimmjow's face. He had been enjoying the most random of expressions consistently pass over Grimmjow's face for the few hours they had been traveling now.
"You know what? Fuck this shit—I'm gonna say it! This might sound crazy (hell it is crazy!), but ever since Cassandra mentioned that 'Grimm' thing...well let's just say I've been seeing things; unnatural things that shouldn't be logically possible. To think I'm seeing their true selves!" Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair and his eyes darted about crazily.
"Sexta, maybe we should call it a night—we've had enough drama for today. Besides, it is getting rather dark out." Ulquiorra tried to calm him down with the idea of rest.
"You're right—maybe I'm just tired. Alright, let's go find a nearby motel." He shoved his hands in his pockets and pushed forward ahead of Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra blindly followed Grimmjow into a now dark and very empty part of the town. Something doesn't feel right...They neared a run-down looking motel and stopped for a few seconds.
"Ya know, I feel as if something's about ta leap out of a tree and pounc—"
What appeared to be a bald human bounded out of nowhere and dealt a deadly blow to Grimmjow's chest with a very large and intimidating purple scythe. Grimmjow flew backwards and skid far on the ground. Such a powerful scythe!
"Grimmjow!" Ulquiorra snapped out of his reverie and quickly took out his mod soul dispenser.
"I've finally found you, Grimm, now hand over what's mine!" He charged towards Grimmjow once more, but Ulquiorra sonídoed behind the man, causing him to whip around. Too fast for him to comprehend, Ulquiorra with beheaded him with Murcielago, not wanting to soil his hands. Once the deed was done, he appeared in front of Grimmjow and leaned over him. "Are you alright, Grimmjow?" He let his actual name slip out again.
Grimmjow's POV
"I'm fine, it's just my stu—" he coughed, "—pid gigai, after all." He looked up at Ulquiorra from the ground then gasped, for he saw something very odd attached to Ulquiorra, yet transparent as if it were an illusion. It had the exact same structure as Ulquiorra except number one, its hollow helm, tear-tracks, hollow hole, and rank number were missing. Two, its skin was a very lively peach that looked soft-to-the-touch. Three, its hair was as white and fluffy as snow and four, its eyes were the most vibrant shade of blue he has ever seen. But the most noticeable would have to be the huge, fluffy white feathered wings behind him.
"What's wrong, Grimmjow, is the pain getting to you?" Ulquiorra kept as impassive as ever, but the thing attached to him seemed genuinely worried about his well being.
"Y-you're an...an...an..."
"A what, Sexta?" He looked a little annoyed now.
"...an angel." He exhaled.■
Author's E/N: Cheers for the unexpected ending! Woohoo! Excited for the next chapter? I know I am to write it, but I have to finish that time fic first! (P.S. I secretly started chapter eight though, just because I had to get something down before I completely lost it—but the other parts I won't ever forget so they can wait :O) Hoped you liked my longest chapter yet in this series! I stayed up until 3 typing this damn thing! (it's 3:12am right now -.- Halibel would be itching to get out of the room already by now in the time fic xD)