If you are one of those people who need music, I listen to 'Donkey Town' by Dr. Steel when I write these things.
Chapter 4: O
I do not know how many days have passed since I have been free to roam the premises but, I have come to understand that Ill never really know my way around this place. I know the general direction of places and the corners Grimmjow usually likes to loiter but thats it. I have tried to find information on Ulquiorra but nearly all of the higher numbered Espada are impossible to find and the other arrancar... they stay away. They are scared of me for some reason.
I can pester Grimmjow for information but, in his own words, he knows 'jack shit about that son of a bitch'.
I guess its obvious that I have gotten closer to Grimmjow. I am not really sure how it happened, we just kept running into each other. There was no rhyme or reason to it. I do not know what I think of him. I think that maybe he is a friend? Or maybe he is just fun to be around? Anyway, I am going to go see him again, he tells me Aizen is having a meeting with the ranked Espada. He said that he is going to take me there. That concerns me. He really just does whatever he wants. I have to talk to him about this.
BANG!
My door is violently kicked open. The loud noise it makes causes me to flinch.
"Hey there woman, time to go. You better be ready." Grimmjow shouts.
I look at him and steel myself, ready to confront his brash nature. Before I could though, I am tugged off the bed and dragged out. He is rough with me.
"Grimmjow, please wait?"
He ignores me and continues to pull.
"Grimmjow?"
Wait... I do not think he is ignoring me. He seems to be lost in thought. Now, I am not an aggressive person but, I need to get his attention. So I deal with him my way. When he stops in front of a large door I bring the hand he has holding my own to my mouth and run my tongue along its knuckles. They taste faintly like blood. There is a risk in doing things like this to him but I find myself doing it anyway. Its the only thing I can do and the only thing this man really understands is aggression. The reactions he has are instantaneous.
He tends to respond in stages.
First is surprise. He gets stiff and stops breathing.
Next is a flash of anger. He quickly jerks his hand away and grimaces.
Then there is confusion. At this stage he just stares at me.
And finally - acceptance. He comes to some kind of understanding and regains his composure. You can see the cogs turn in his head and all you have to worry about is what they manifest. He likes to react in unexpected ways at this point. That would be the risk I spoke of before. It could be nothing. I think he does it mostly to get back at me.
His eyes hone in on mine. They become playful... sharp. The worst look he can have is playful. He isn't the type that plays nice. He walks up to me and traps me between the door and himself slamming his hands hard and flat on it; caging me in. He then leans down and gets in my face and breathes out. His breath smells like raw meat and death. Knowing what he is you can guess its because he ate something alive. I might be smelling a dead person. I shiver.
Sometimes I forget what he is.
"What?" he asks. His voice terse and dripping with violence.
I steady myself with a deep breath. I cant be intimidated or I will get no where with him.
"Whats wrong with you?" I ask.
He smirks, letting out a cruel laugh. "I hate everyone here. They tell me what to do and I want to kill them for it. But I do not have enough power. Me! I cant hack it! So I drag you along everywhere even if I dont feel like doing shit!"
I let what he said sink in. I half believe it. Carefully I reach forward and touch his hair, my fingers spreading across his scalp. His hair is soft and thick. He goes stiff again after I do this. I take the chance to clutch it, my fingers curling tightly in his locks. His expression changes to that of pain, his eye lids clenching shut. I tug his face away from mine and he lets out a restrained sound that could be taken any number of ways.
I do not know how I am getting away with this. I look at him for a moment. His eyes open back up to meet mine. They look fierce, full of barely contained insanity. His fingers dig into the door behind me and break through with a loud crack. Is he letting me take advantage of him? I am not strong enough to reject the opportunity. I lean forward near his jugular and breathe in. He smells musky mixed in with a faint touch of iron. The door behind me cracks a little more and a shiver runs through his body.
"You are going to make me angry." his voice rasps.
"You are already angry." I respond.
He laughs again, all teeth, then removes one of his hands from the door. It snaps a little more and pieces of it hit the floor. He then reaches up and grabs my hand, His fingers digging into it deep enough to draw blood. I end up letting go of his hair because of the pain.
"You're getting bold. Finally accepting what you are huh?"
He pulls my hand away from his hair and brings it to his mouth. He flicks his tongue out and licks the blood off it. I don't pull away but I am surprised. He lets go and my hand slides out of his. Then after a few more seconds he takes a few steps back and moves away from me.
"What? Didnt think I would bite back? We are both predators. " He says this like its the joke of the century."We are restrained monsters caged and pissed off."
I flinch when he says the word 'monster'.
His eyes become more fiery and he starts pacing left and right. Then he takes a deep breath and returns to his normal attitude.
"Come on, lets go to Aizens meeting before they take off." He suddenly says.
Quickly I question him before he starts dragging me again.
"Why are you taking me with you?"
"Because you want to find Ulquiorra right? He is going to be there." He answers.
"What do you mean by that? Why would you help me?"
He smirks and says "Why not? I want to see what your going to do."
I think about what he says for a minute then say "So you want to watch?"
He chokes on air.
Chapter 5: Or
It was strange. Grimmjow opened the doors and entered like he owned the place. Though to be fare, thats how he enters every room. Aizen was nowhere, a lot of the Espada were not there. Only a few of the chairs were filled. When I saw Ulquiorra something visceral began to bubble up inside. It had been so long. It wasnt like this before. It must be because I rarely see him now. I felt something inside me burn... It must be because...
Suddenly someones breath caress's my ear, interrupting my thoughts. Grimmjow's voice soon came as a whisper. "Its because you want revenge. Because he makes you sick. Because he is an arrogant piece of shit that thinks of you as less than dirt." I turned and looked him in the eyes, they were filled with mirth and hunger.
"Grimmjow? Showing up now?" One of the Espada said, he had pink hair. Another fallowed up with, "So what." and another, one with a mask, responded with "I am surprised he showed up at all."
Grimmjow simply pulled away from me and continued to stomp forward to his chair. The air around him was chilling. He really didn't like these people, I can tell. He sat down, his body language arrogant and dangerous, and placed a foot on the table. It made a audible 'thump' when it hit it.
The Espada with brown hair who appeared to be sleeping woke up because of the noise. "Grimmjow? You know you missed the meeting? It ended an hour ago."
Grimmjow sneered. "Like you give a shit Stark."
The man, Stark, smiled warmly. "I am guessing you are here for another reason then. It cant be to discuss with the rest of us."
Grimmjow flashed his eyes in my direction then he leaned into his chair a bit more deeply. "Your right. Its none of your business though." Then he lifted up one of his hands and pointed a finger at me, turning it in away that suggests I come to him. After I get close enough he pulls out a near by chair and roughly shoves me into it.
The others continue talking among themselves about something I didn't really understand. Ulquiorra appeared unfazed and unaware of his surroundings and soon he gets up to leave. Grimmjow quickly takes a tea cup off the table and chucks it at his head. Ulquiorra moves out of the way and tilts his head, taking notice of Grimmjow for the first time since we came. Grimmjows face is like that of a beast. The room goes quiet.
"Is there something you want Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra asks
"Not really." He says sardonically.
Ulquiorra doesnt react, he just turns around and continues walking as if nothing happened.
"Im curious Ulquiorra." He continues. Ulquiorras hand stops on the door, not pushing it. "Why did ya abandon the woman? Anything can happen in these halls, I thought Aizen wanted her alive."
Ulquiorra turns around and faces him completely. His green eyes dull and emotionless. "Because I came to the conclusion that she can take care of herself. She wont run, watching her is a waste of time."
My body started to burn again.
"She's a waste huh?" Grimmjow says, his face lighting up as his body released a laugh that echoed through out the room. I slowly stand and get out of my chair, my motions felt uncontrolled. Grimmjow stops laughing as he turns to watch me move. He keeps a smile on his face though. He had a look to him behind that smile, behind his eyes, a look that couldn't really be described.
Carefully I made my way to Ulquiorra. I met his eyes with my own when they turned my way. He just watched me come for him, uncaring. When I reach him I quickly grab the collar of his jacket and try to pull him down to my level. He doesn't resist but he doesn't move either. Its like tugging at something fixed to a wall. But I dont stop. I keep pulling and I hear something begin to come apart, his clothing is ripping. So I tear a piece off. Then I reach forward behind his neck and place my hand on it, digging my nails into his skin.
He still wont react. Ill make him react. I wont let him treat me this way.
That burning sensation intensifies. I feel power coursing through me as I reject his own power. Slowly his head starts to move toward mine as I somehow force him down. His eyes light up somewhat even though his face stays the same, he must be analyzing something. I dont care. Eventually, when he gets close enough, I lean forward and bite his lower lip hard. He lets out a small noise. Then I lick them. After this I slip away and slap him with all my might. His head jolts slightly to the side on impact. His eyes turn to mine and he licks the cut I made on his lip.
I soon become vaguely aware that Grimmjow is laughing again in the background as reality starts to set in.
