Chapter 14: Recurring
Grimmjow's gaze trailed around the room that was his bedroom. It felt so good to be sleeping in the position that was comfortable for the sexta espada. Looking at his wrist, he could almost picture the metal encasing it once more. He almost missed hearing the soft whimpers escaping Tora throughout the night when she tried to get comfortable or was dreaming about something.
Sitting up, he shook his head and rubbed his forehead. Why care for someone like her, he wondered. Those words that escaped him that day reminded him of how he truly felt toward the smaller arrancar. Was that really him if he wasn't bloody thirsty? Looking down at his hands, the blue haired espada stared at them.
"Tora." He spoke her name, almost wishing that she would show up as if she was called over by the taller arrancar. Blinking, the blood thirsty man laid back with a flop. What were the feelings that he was feeling? "Dammit all to hell."
A shorter chapter. Nothing was really planned for it anyway.