Disclaimer: I'm most certainly not the owner of Bleach and its character, those are property of the mangaka Tite Kubo. I'm just borrowing them for my fangirling needs.

Warnings: the crackiest of pairings, post-final battle. Grimmjow being Grimmjow.

Of panthers and kittens

ii. about colors.

One of the things that were so different from the Hueco Mundo was the colors on the human world. While the only thing he could remember from Hueco Mundo were mainly black and white, and the blue on that fake sky above the palace of Las Noches; the fucking bizarre thing that was the human world had as much colors as a freaking rainbow— heck, it had even more for all that he knew. He wouldn't ever admit it (it's almost painful to admit it to himself of all people) but if he ever had to choose one thing about the human world, perhaps, it would be that.

It would forever be a secret that he would carry with him to his tomb, but when he was alone and with nothing else to do, his eyes darted into the blue sky, wonder filling his orbs as he looked at the ever changing colors on the clouds— sometimes he would even stare at all that paint covered buildings, from the most dull looking one to those that he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at, thinking that there was no way on earth a mere human would make something like that.

And he hated it— as an Arrancar, as the king of Hueco Mundo, it was almost perverted to be fascinating by such a ridiculous thing. Only women— no, not even women, only weaklings could be moved by such a petty little thing as colors.

(Then why do you wish to stay, then?)

It is almost sickening the thought that, perhaps, it was the constant reminder that his existence was indeed going to end one day and he didn't know what would be of him. It was disgusting to think that, maybe, he's envious of those insects.

He's grateful they cannot seem him, though. If he was to be enjoying (fuck, no) something those insects did, he wanted to do it by himself— after all, things were much easier when he didn't have to lose time on them. Things were easier when people didn't knew you.

But if there is something he has learned on this newfound existence is that his luck was a bitch, shoving to his fucking face humans that could actually see and talk to him— more importantly, humans that, if he didn't want to end up dead or worse, he couldn't kill.

Kurosaki was one of them, of course he was, and now there was no way he couldn't get rid of him— not if he wanted to rule over, to have something to destroy. The Inoue woman was another subject, and as though he had found amusement in getting on her nerves, over the time the effect had worn off.

Soon, he didn't find the same amusement he had on destroying. Soon, he had found that his existence had become... Dull.

He was turning into fucking Ulquiorra and he haven't even noticed. Perhaps it would be a matter of time before he asked the woman if the heart was real. But unlike Ulquiorra, Grimmjow already knew the answer: hearts did exists, but they were born without a heart to begin with.

Perhaps that's why he had found so odd to be amazed by something as colors, to be intrigued by something that in other circumstances he wouldn't even noticed in the first place.

Perhaps, that's why he had noticed her.

Apparently it meant that if he had to live in this pathetic world, he was bound to be pestered by pathetic humans that could see him. Fuck, he was bound to be the followed around by Kurosaki's crew, and now, family.

At first, he hadn't wanted to see her. He made that clear when he showed just enough reiatsu that made the air around him a wild breeze.

He didn't want her there. He didn't want someone like her to be there with him. Sure, he could use her to annoy Kurosaki, but that wasn't what he wanted, that wasn't what he ever wanted.

And she left, at first, though.

"What the fuck are you still doing here, girl?" He had asked when she came back. Why? Why would a human with no training would want to meddle with someone like him?

"Because I know you won't hurt me." She answered, and if she wasn't so nervous, he was sure she would've smiled.

Predictable little human. Always thinking they were in control.

(Oh, but wasn't she right?)

But Grimmjow just scowled and looked away. She wanted to stay? Fine, but like hell he would notice her.

Of course, that didn't stop her from trying. He didn't answer nor tried to scare her away— he was far too stressed to do so.

Until she mentioned it. Of fucking course she would.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" And he would've been surprised if he hadn't remembered that silly little human girls like her would often say such things, thinking that they would seem interesting. The only thing was that this girl wasn't even looking at her (not like he could complain, to be honest), instead she looked at the sky, then reddish instead of the bright blue of the midday. "Don't you think?"

"It's just a freaking sky," he replied nonchalantly. Grimmjow heard the little pout that the girl and felt the glare she send to him. It would be amusing if she hadn't insisted on hanging around. "Why would I think otherwise?"

"Because you're always looking at it."

And Grimmjow just knew he wasn't the one in control when he found out he couldn't just send her flying away as he did in the past with everybody else. He couldn't kill her.

It was the first time he actually looked at her: small, so thin and so petite it was almost hard to believe she had the same age that Kurosaki had when he first encountered. And yet, he couldn't help but think that perhaps, with that defiant look on her eyes she looked so much like him— and yet, she was his total opposite.

How could something like that came from the Human World? How a mere human girl could be something like that?

"You surely have guts to say that, don't you, girl?" His eyes narrowed at her, hoping that the almost feral look would now scare her away. And it didn't.

Fucking frail looking human girls and their strange ways.

"As I said," don't say it don't say it don't you dare fucking say it. "You won't hurt me."

"I wouldn't be so sure if you don't shut your fucking mouth." This couldn't be. He wasn't having this fucking conversation with that Kurosaki girl. He wasn't talking with the Kurosaki girl.

"I won't," and no, she wouldn't stop. "Because I'm right. And I'd like you to stop naming me 'girl' and call me Yuzu."

He couldn't care any less if her name was Spot right now, because— goddammit, she knew.

"So what?"

"It's normal, you know," and then again, that goody-two-shoes smile she always wore was then again on her face. "Not many people notice because we've seen it every day, but when you think about it… it's kind of magical how so many colors can be above us."

And perhaps (he would never admit it, though), she is right. Humans saw their sky since the day they were born, they've seen their changes and how such a normal thing could be a source of relief and a piece of destruction. But when all your existence you've been in a world where there was just darkness, and your only preoccupation was to survive, you could notice those things.

Even if you were Grimmjow.

"You think I care about colors, girl?" and he put an especial emphasis on the last word, and just as he thought, she frowns and blushes as a tomato. It's amusing, he thought, the annoying human girl was surprisingly amusing.

Then again, another thing he would never admit even on his deathbed.

"I don't know, but I'd like to know it on time," perhaps this time he would've smiled to her, but he didn't need it. Neither did her.

"Huh, you wish."

That didn't stop her for staring at the sunset's sky, until the red faded away and the stars made their way.

Neither he could stop her from proving him wrong.

author's note: well, I'm actually surprised at how well received this was! Fandoms can be harsh with crack ships or just ignore them, so to have 4 followers, 3 favorites and 2 reviews it's actually really encouraging! I want to to thank the reviews of The Glittery Ninja Espada and Ullinn, but especially the former's support! Thank you so much! :333

As you can see, this is a more "how they met" potential escenario for these two (this is the, ehm, 'good' one I have until now. As I said: this will get progressively darker due to Grimmjow and Yuzu's personality -or my mood, idk- so beware, my fellow readers), and I hope I could get more of Grimmjow's personality (yes, he is a douchebag but he isn't the major douchebag in the series. He has some standards -I'VE SAID SOME-) and as you can see, progressively have him more IC. I've also hoped I could've nail Yuzu's character, but keep in mind that this is the first decent Bleach fanfiction I've worked on in five years, were I've lost track of the series. So, if there is a way in which I've could improve this one, tell me so! :D

Anyhow, I've hoped you liked this new chapter :3 and if you have something to say, please, I beg you to tell me ;D