Chasing the Past
Title: Chasing the Past
Author: GrimmjowIchigoforever a.k.a. BabyRain
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Rating: T
Warning: Swearing, not that you mind, some blood, not that graphic, eventually yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Chapter 4
Goodbye
(I dedicate this chapter for the one I loved, the one who never loved me back, the one who belonged to someone else, but I will love you, always.
May your story have a happy ending, for I wish your happiness, forever.)
I can't believe it, time goes so fast. But I'm still here, chasing the past.
"Ichigo…" he intended it to be a threatening growl, but it came out barely a whisper.
The shinigami glared at him with such hatred, how he longed to see the adoration once more. But it was all over, there was no use in seeking the past.
Flashback
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques opened a Garganta to the human world. He was intent to visit his Ichigo for the night.
As he flew towards his berry's window, he found a shocking view.
Ulquiorra Schiffer was there, sword in hand, raised up high. And to his horror, Kurosaki Ichigo was sleeping soundly, not aware of the impending danger before him.
The teal mouthed a "No!" and in a flash he held Murcielago, not caring about the bleeding of his palms.
"Leave him alone," he whispered, "I'll do anything you want."
The cold stare directed to him was calculating, and then an inaudible sigh.
"Leave him."
End Flashback
The memory was crystal clear in the teal's sharpened mind. He remembered leaving Ichigo forever, and proceeded his way of life and death. He memorized the shinigami's feature closely, not wanting to forget.
But for some strange reason, Ulquiorra's grieving face came up; the expression of constant longing.
"I'll kill you, Grimm." And with that, Grimmjow knew, he had lost.
--
The Cuatro stared into the hollow eyes of the creature before him. Killing aura was emanating wildly as he stood there.
"I will kill you, Ichigo."
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He was laying there holding his last breath, wondering how long he would survive.
"I'm sorry Grimmjow," the pale man whispered, knowing no one could hear him now.
"I'm sorry…"
"No need to say it," Ulquiorra was stunned as he searched with his last strength, the voice…
"I'm here." The teal approached, as battered and bloodied as he was, only slightly better of. He struggled to sit up, but to no avail, so the stoic man waited.
The Sexta positioned himself beside the Cuatro, laying spread as they waited for death to come and take their souls, away.
"Grimm…" As he closed his emerald orbs for the last time, he could feel warmth on one of his crimson hand. Grimm had held his hand, waiting.
The pale man knew then, that Grimmjow had forgotten the past. And he would face death here, with him.
Slowly, their bodies disintegrated, into the empty sands of Hueco Mundo.
If I get 30 reviews, I'll do the epilogue.
If not, well I kinda like this ending. Sad, I know, but beautiful. They both got killed by Kurosaki.
If you did not understand the story, just review me and ask, I will explain. So sorry for the fast ending.