WestSide Story From Hell
Chapter 25
Nel and Grimmjow sat on either sides on the couch. Nel watched in alarm as Ulquiorra rushed out of the house after the rumble. As soon as the door closed, the living room seemed to shrink in size to her. She was immensely worried about Grimmjow's well-being, but she didn't want to spend another minute here. It was agonizing. She didn't even know where to begin. She had felt rejected not even a week ago by him, and now she was chained by fear.
Should she bring it up?
Talk about what happen?
Or maybe even ignore the situation all together?
She tried calming down enough so she could feel the atmosphere around her. To feel him. She could feel the tips of her ears on fire. Crossing her ankles, she scrunched up her shirt in her hands.
Maybe this was nothing?
Maybe we're okay?
I mean, think about it Nel. Who came to make sure you were okay?
Who did you talk on the phone while it all happen?
Who was worried about you not even 24 hours ago?
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. The living room looked normal again. It wasn't shrinking in size. It wasn't trying to crush her. She didn't need to start hyperventilating. Turning her head, she looked at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow sat on the other end of the couch resting his head on the palm of his hand with his elbow holding him up by the arm of the couch. His eyes were half closed. Teleporting, especially without much of sleep, can be tiring.
He desperately wanted to take a nap, even just close his eyes for a few minutes. But she was there. Fidgeting, biting her lip, shaking even. For what, he wasn't sure. He liked the way she'd freak out about something that was probably really small. Her petite frame was alluring. He had to admit, she had her badass moments and when it came a time when she couldn't get her emotions in check, he just wanted to hold her.
Of course, he didn't even know where they stood either. He remembered her telling him she liked him. But that was the wrong time, and he lashed out because of it.
Was her feelings still the same?
Was he friend-zoned?
On the other hand, she did like him and he wasn't sure if he should feel on the brink of insanity or in pure joy.
He continued to watch her as she fidgeted and fumbled. Suddenly, she stopped moving and relaxed her shoulders. Her head jerked in his direction before building her confidence to turn and stare at him.
Immediately, their eyes met. Her eyes dilated and her mouth separated. By the way she acted, she was not expecting him to be staring.
Her teeth chattered, shaking profusely again as she whipped around, and stared at the door willing for Ulquiorra to come back.
Grimmjow smirk and grimaced. Both arrogantly and bitter, he was left with no answer.
Who was going to make the first move?
He stared at her a little while longer. Just thinking. The TV was playing in the background, thankfully covering up his little gasp of air when he tried to speak only to be unable to.
Nel blinked rapidly trying to get her eyes to stop watering. She was scared of him! Oh, how she did not want it to be. She thought back to before Ulquiorra had came and she could only feel how cold she was. How empty. Grimmjow wouldn't understand, but if Orihime was here, she could be free from the wretched feelings.
Standing up from the couch, she tried calming down again before looking at him. Grimmjow raised his eyebrows at her.
"Yes?" He asked, reaching over to the remote to mute the TV.
"I. . . we . . . need to find . . ." She started, staring at Grimmjow before her voice trailed off. Of course, it wasn't much of a voice anyways. She hadn't ate or drank anything, especially after the incident last, her voice was left raspy and dry.
Even so, Nel stared at Grimmjow hoping that he would understand.
"Orihime?" Grimmjow asked incredulously, thus catching on. He stopped for a second and look at her up and down. "You want to find her?" He asked slowly, looking for an answer in her face.
Nel opened her mouth to speak and stopped. She had his full attention. His eyes showed care and understanding. What was she doing, being afraid of him? He had always been there. He had been there from the start.
Her feet moved on their own as she bent down to reach him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and held him. Held him for the life of her because she knew any second now her demons would come to take her.
Nodding her head into his neck, she choked out, "yes." Grimmjow slowly wrapped his arms around her waist as he quietly said she would need to change.
Instead of getting up to get ready for the search, they stayed like that. In each other's arms. The only place where they could feel warmth.
They knew they couldn't waste time. They had one chance. One moment.
Grimmjow pushed her back on the couch by the shoulders. He smiled at her and recognized that the fear was no longer in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said, brushing her hair behind her ear apologizing for what happened before.
His eyes seemed angry and his body language just screamed at her to go away. She held her breath in fear.
She shook her head, placing her hand upon his.
"It's okay." She said, smiling at him. "I. . ." She started before she blushed and looked away.
"I know." He murmured before taking her in his arms. He buried his nose into her neck, taking in her smell like it was going to be the last time. "No matter what happens." He spoke a little muffled.
"I'll be here." She said, close to tears as a bright light enveloped them.
Ulquiorra sped towards the smoke. The closer he got to it made it easier to pin-point where it was. Urahara's Shop, he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth. He pressed his foot harder on the gas as the urgency of everything finally got to his head.
"Aizen. . ." He muttered to himself. "How far will you go?" He asked out loud as he quickly arrived at the scene. Enormous masses of smoke flew above the building, as the orange fires licked the building repeatedly.
Exiting his car, he walked swiftly to the ambulance and the mass of people. Pushing his way through, he caught sight of a pale orange head. Picking up his pace, he shoved people out of his way as he came upon the group of three people.
Ishida and Chad saw him first. Ishida's eyes turned into hate as he opened his mouth to shout as Chad looked at him nonchalantly. Ichigo, sensing the difference in atmosphere turned around right as Ulquiorra took him by the shirt.
Ulquiorra pulled him close, his body on fire. Being completely anxious and ready to be in a fight put him on the edge. But Ulquiorra hesitated as he saw the yellow glow in the man's eyes. The hesitation was exactly was Ichigo needed.
Ichigo furiously took Ulquiorra's wrists and threw him to the ground. Spewing out a breath, Ulquiorra's body groaned at the impact as the back of his head banged on the road. His senses were tingling wildly as he rolled up onto his feet as Ichigo tried to kick him back down.
Ulquiorra' mind was racing, reading the movements of his opponents and dodging every single blow swiftly. He watched as Ichigo got madder. The corners of his eyes started to be dye black as he started to lose control.
"Listen to me!" Ulquiorra yelled as he caught sight of the ICUs calling for someone. The officers surrounding the scene stood back waiting for orders on whether to break it up or not.
"Why should I?" Ichigo said with his voice shifting. Taking another step back, he felt his back collide with something as he was pushed forward back against Ichigo. Ducking from his attack, he turned around catching his feet.
"Because we're both working for the same thing right?" He said out of breath as Ichigo began to get faster. "Orihime?" He asked before eyeing Rukia on a gurney. "Revenge?" He asked again, looking at any recognition in Ichigo's eyes before he was to be completely gone. "Satisfaction?" He tried one more time, hoping to get his attention.
Ichigo stopped at the last punch he tried to land. Ichigo's mind was blank as Ulquiorra's form relaxed. Suddenly, Ichigo struck a round house kick to hisface. Ulquiorra stumbled backwards as he caught sight of a fully Hichigo form. He cursed to himself before rubbing his jaw.
"Like we would work with you." A raspy voice responded before laughing.
"I'm vital," Ulquiorra protested. He could tell when someone was coming. What room she was in. Plus, Ukitake and Kyoraku trusted him.
"You," Hichigo said as he came closer and shove Ulquiorra back with the palm of his hand. "Will never be vital to me." He finished as he turned and left. Ulquiorra knew it wouldn't matter what he'd say now. He just needed to get there before them.
I watched as the yellow glow from my hands dimmed and faded. The room became a dark place now. I could hear Gin breathing, but I had no hope for him. During the process, his eyes had slowly shut, leaving just his breathing to tell me if he was with me or not.
The room felt colder than before and my soul felt rotten to the core as the sticky substance clung to my skin.
Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do? How could I be the target of attention?
Standing up, I used my hands to find a wall. With my hands placed out in front of me, my fingertips found a cold hard surface. Placing myself against it, I remembered there being a door somewhere.
I traced the walls with my skin, holding my breath making sure I could hear any type of noise. Every now and then, I felt a little crack on the wall. Excited, I would rush my hand down there to touch it only to have it prick at my skin.
Even so, I kept trying. I was finally free from my bounds, I HAD to do something. I spent almost ten minutes along the wall before I tripped on something metal. I fell fast and hard. I could feel the floor cut up my palms and knees.
Swearing, I reached above my head, trying to continue what I was doing earlier. My hands immediately found nothing. Panic went through me as I reached my hand further in where the wall was supposed to be. I could feeling a piece of metal on my fingertips, but I couldn't reach.
Perhaps I should've been careful. Thinking maybe I should've backed down and found a different place in the wall. But I didn't, so I continued shoving my whole arm inside this hole.
I waved my hand around before resting it upon a metal latch. A sense of urgency and fear coursed through me as I yanked and pulled at it. Still, it wouldn't budge making my heart shutter and squeezed itself into my throat.
I screamed and shouted. I cried out to the holy mother of everything. I wanted to be saved, but I knew I had to take the first step. I couldn't just wait anymore.
Suddenly, I felt something change inside the hole. I yanked my hand out, jumping to my feet as I took a few steps back. A few clicks and clanks resounded in the room before the wall flew upon and light flooded in, blinding me.
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