WestSide Story From Hell
Chapter 17
Grimmjow walked down the hallways with an angry look on his face. Many other people in the hallway stole a glance at him before turning away in fear. Most people at this school thought that Grimmjow had cooled down. He hadn't started any fights or any verbal brawls in awhile.
But did they realize how much he wanted to? Oh, he wanted to really bad. To see someone shiver in fear, to have their eyes water as he put them down, to have physical contact, to release all this stress that seemed to be growing by the hour.
Walking to his locker, he yanked it opened, only to be pulled out of his thoughts by a barely audible whine.
"Ow…" Nel whispered, as she held her nose. "Really? I just come up to ask you something, and you slam your locker door into my face." She whined while rubbing her eyes to remove the tears that hovered on the rims of her eyelids when sudden pain came to her face.
Grimmjow looked down at her. He liked her, he admitted to himself. But this was really a wrong timing. "What do you want?" He asked her, trying not to sound heartless, only to wince on how much harsher he sounded.
Nel, slightly taken aback from how cold he sounded, stared up at him. She narrowed her eyes, before letting her mind wander. She evened her breathing, drooped her eyelids, and let her arms and legs become like lead to her. Bits and pieces of different emotions flooded into her. Let it be fear, anger, discomfort ; it all came down to the fact that it was because of Grimmjow. All these feelings were being pointed towards him and only around the area he was at.
"What's wrong?" She asked gently, still in the midst of reading the emotions in the air. She stretched her mind out towards Grimmjow, wanting to feel what he was feeling. She tilted her head in confusion when she realized no matter how many times she felt like she had him, he'd always slip away.
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's perfectly fine!" Grimmjow answered her, slamming his locker shut. He crossed his arms, feeling his anger seep through his skin. He watched as she changed from alert and alarmed to completely defenseless. Shaking his head, he felt his stress level rise. "Are you trying to feel me?" He yelled at her. Nel, snapping out of her trance, took a step back.
On the other side of the hallway, Grimmjow heard someone sniffle and whisper, "That's what she said." Completely tired, he turned to the person and shoved him against the wall.
"Do you really want to mess with me right now?" Grimmjow growled, under his breath into the kid's ear. Grimmjow could feel the kid tremble with fear, and it made him shake with pleasure.
"Grimmjow, stop it." Nel mumbled, as she came close to him and gently tugged on his arm. She could tell how terrified the kid was, and how much Grimmjow was enjoying every minute of it. It made her feel sick.
Disgusted.
Grimmjow, losing all care in the world, shoved the boy back into the wall and pushed Nel away. He could feel his smile growing on his face. Release, he chanted in his mind. Soon, I'll be able to release all this stress.
"Grimmjow! You're hurting him." Nel says, raising her voice, trying to be heard. She wraps her arms around her body when she watches him ignore her and stares into the boy's eyes. He looked so happy, doing something so wrong.
"This isn't the Grimmjow I fell for. He wasn't a mindless beast consumed by anger," She whispered angrily to herself. It seemed like time had stopped. Grimmjow had let go of the boy, who was collapsed on the floor gasping for air, and stared at her.
His eyes seemed angry and his body language just screamed at her to go away. She held her breath in fear, not knowing whether or not he actually heard her. What would she say to him if that was the case?
"Out of all the times you could've told me, you tell me when I'm completely mad." He points out as she begins to quiver. He takes one long last look at her before turning his back and walking away.
She didn't know whether or not if she was supposed to feel gratitude because she could not feel him or disappointment that she couldn't feel him because her affections got in the way of his.
All she knew was that in that one moment, she really wanted to cry.
I lingered outside the door of my next class. I could turn around and even forget trying to act as if nothing happened, but I was curious. What could've made Grimmjow run out like that? Why was he so angry?
Shaking my head, I pulled the door opened. The room was still empty from the hour before. I guess my class wasn't in a hurry to get here. Walking over to a seat next to the window, I dumped my stuff on the desk.
Leaning back on my chair, I brought my leg up on my knee. I lightly pressed my fingers on the bruises. It was all a big mystery, wasn't it? These visions I was having. Having actual physical things happen to me. If these were glimpses of my past then it shouldn't affect me in the present. Unless, of course, someone had an ability to make things like this happen.
Snorting, I dropped my leg back to the ground and looked up. I watched as Nel walked in through the door with her head down. She walked to the seat next to mine, collapsing in her chair. Slumping over, she casually let her head hit the desk. Positioning her head to look at me, I stared.
Her face was left completely expressionless with blood-shot eyes.
She looked tired, tired from everything. Of dealing with things. I couldn't read her mind like Ulquiorra could, but I just knew. It was all in her eyes. Her eyes always gave her away.
I walked into the girl's bathroom, ready to sit on the toilet and cry. I walked all the way from the other side of the school to come to this bathroom. The bathroom with the always "Broken. Don't use." sign. No one ever entered this bathroom, and if they did, it was usually to relieve stress. To vandalize the walls; telling the walls your secrets, your new lie, your newest crush, or just hateful messages you can't say to their faces. The wall would always be there to listen, and could never judge you for it.
Pulling the handle to the bathroom door, I froze. Little sniffles could be heard inside the bathroom. Should I go in? Or should I leave? Others needed this bathroom and I would hate it if someone interrupted my me time. But I would also hate being so alone when feeling like that.
Making up my mind, I turned around ready to go back to class. I could always come back later. Only a few steps away from the bathroom, I heard the door squeak open.
"D-did you need to use it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and holding the door open for me. I took a look at her, and cringed. I recognized her; she was one of the former Espadas. Holding my hands behind my back, I crossed my fingers in hopes that she wouldn't recognize me.
"No, I'm okay." I said, nervously. Nodding my head in thanks, I turned around ready to leave her alone.
"Just because I'm an Espada and you're a Shinigami doesn't mean we can't mix. It's obvious you need to use it." She insisted. I bit my lip, Espada's were known for deceiving people.
"No, really. It's okay." I said, waving at her to go back inside.
"I can feel it, Shinigami. I can feel you and with that heart of yours like that, there is no way you can be okay." She said, forcing confidence into her voice.
She was an empath, I thought to myself.
"It doesn't matter what group or clique we're from. In times of need, we should have someone who can listen." She said softly and I began to wonder if she was saying this for my sake or hers. "Join me?"
Blinking a couple of times, I smiled down at her. It seemed like so long ago when we first met and to think the reason we began friends was because we were both hurting.
Laying my head down across from hers, I gave her a tiny smile.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, and I began to watch as she started to unravel.
Grimmjow stalked through the hallways aiming to go no where in particular. He cursed under his breath, and banged his fist against every other locker. Anger was flowing through him and everyone could feel it.
He ran his hand through his hair. He messed up and he knew it. He let his anger get the better of him, and he shoved it right in everyone's business. He even scared Nel, and that thought made him resent himself even more. If only, he wasn't acting up. If he just stayed quiet and left the people of this town alone, this mess wouldn't of happened.
"Why now?" He whispered into the empty hallway. "Why now of all times? What's your plan?" He continued, slowly letting his hand cover his eyes. The hallway was quiet, and the light shining through the windows painted a serene picture of protection.
Jumping a little bit, he tensed up and patted down his pockets. Pulling his phone out, he scoffed while reading the caller ID.
Ulquiorra
"What do you want?" He snapped into the phone. Did Ulquiorra think he could just get up and leave without telling anybody and getting an earful from him? He was sadly mistaken if he believed so.
"Where is he?" Ulquiorra answered slightly out of breath. Grimmjow could hear the sirens in the background. Scrunching his eyebrows together, he let his anger die down a little.
"Who?" A simple question.
"Gin." A simple answer.
Grimmjow snapped his phone shut, and ran in the direction he came from. He had a bad feeling about this.
It was halfway through the lesson when the door opened. There was no knock, no warning. I saw the white hair before I realized who it was. I watched as Gin and my teacher conversed for a bit.
Looking towards Nel, we shared a look.
"I thought you said he wasn't here today." I pointed out to her in a low voice.
"He wasn't. He left town last night with Rangiku." She replied, obviously as confused as I was.
"Then…where's Rangiku?" I asked under my breath. I looked out the window searching for her car. "Can you feel her?" I asked Nel, who just shook her head.
"She's not at school." Biting my lip, I slumped down into my chair. I had a funny feeling about this. I continued watching as my teacher nodded her head, and Gin turned to look at me; proceeding to wave me over.
Hesitantly, getting up from my desk, I followed him out into the hallway. Closing my classroom door, I kept my distance and looked at him. He smiled down at me and leaned against the wall.
"Well, Orihime. You should feel relieved today." He started. I raised an eyebrow asking the universal why. "You're off the hook as of today."
"I'm off what?" I asked, still not understanding.
"My men won't be bothering you anymore. We don't need to watch you anymore. No, more along the lines as we don't want to pursue you any longer. I have bigger things to deal with and you're not on the list. So as of today, I'll be taking Ulquiorra back and you can go back to your…friends." He said in a business-like tone. I felt pressure build behind my eyes. I had forgotten. The real reason why Ulquiorra had been following me around.
I swallowed and stared at my feet. Slowly, I heard him walk away from me. When there was finally no one else left in the hallway, I sank to the ground.
Now I couldn't ask why these bruises were appearing nor where these visions were coming from.
I'd no longer be able to communicate with Ulquiorra easily.
And in a sense, I believe I just got rejected from the only other people who tolerated me at that point in time.
Hospital on the Outskirts of Karakura Town
A young man sat on the chairs outside the E.R room. He held his head in his hands and gave a shaky breath. He steadily got up and closed his green eyes. Clenching his fists, he tried thinking of ways to cope with this. He crushed his teeth together, and swung his arms around like a little kid throwing a fit.
"It could've been her." He muttered to himself as he leaned his back against the wall. "It's all connected to her and I can't even help Rangiku." He continued raising his voice just a notch. Suddenly, the doors opened. He steadied himself on the balls of his feet. He realigned his facial expressions and walked in the path of the doctor.
"How is she?" He asked. His voice was cold and his face, stoic. The tense vibes of stress were reeling off of him like dandriff. The doctor spoke in hush tones, relaying everything that happened in the E.R. Ulquiorra's face started to crack and soon his facade fell off completely. The doctor walked regretfully away, leaving the young man to stand alone in the hallway.
He began to shake violently before falling to his knees. A loud buzz resounded in the hall. Rubbing the back of his neck, he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out.
"Yes?" He spoke, trying to cover up his emotions back into a bottle.
"Ulquiorra, my man. I've been trying to get to you." Grimmjow said, desperately into the phone.
"What do you need?" He replied, slowly coming back to his emotionless tone.
"What happened eariler? I went to find Gin, and he was here alright. He revoked you."
"What do you mean by revoked me?" Ulquiorra asked, getting back up to his feet. He slowly started walking towards the door to the E.R room.
"I mean, Orihime is no longer your assignment. It's been revoked." Ulquiorra layed his palm on the door and held his breath.
"I'll be back, Grimmjow. Until then, make sure she stays away from harm."
"Harm from wh-," Grimmjow started to say before Ulquiorra ended the call. Sighing, he looked gravely into the room where Rangiku lay.
Sorry, this took so long to get up. I've had this chapter ready for about a week now but sadly, I'm also in the midst of moving so I didn't really get the time. Plus, I've seem to noticed that I start falling for someone every time I start writing fanfiction O.O How weird is that?
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