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It's been five days since Grimmjow's been imprisoned in the white stone tower overlooking Seireitei, also known as the Senzaikyū, and today would be his last. His execution would start at noon, only hours away. The last few days had been boring as hell. He couldn't do anything except for walking up and down the spiral staircases. He stretched out his neck, sore from the red collar that blocked out his powers. He could still slightly sense some reiatsu, other than that he was as weak as a human.
Yesterday Kurosaki was here, trying to bail him out, but he couldn't talk the head shinigami out of it. So this was it? He really was going to die and get dissected by the hands of the crazy scientist. The weird thing was, he almost didn't care death was nearing. He had nothing to live for anyway; no family, no friends. He only wished he could've made a proper goodbye to the woman, Nicara.
Grimmjow had to be honest, his life in the human world wouldn't have been the same without her. He would still be living in Kurosaki's cramped closet with nothing to do. His daily routine would be: go to school, get drunk, sleep. Living with Nicara gave him much more freedom. She taught him so many human things; some that were downright stupid, others surprisingly interesting. Somehow he also found her interesting, which stimulated his feelings within.
After he dies, the shinigami will probably get someone else to watch over Nicara, or even erase her memory. He doubt the shinigami cared. At the time, she was just a convenient arrangement for giving him responsibility while fulfilling his demands. Either way, he wasn't going to get to see her again.
Grimmjow just stared out the tower, observing Sōkyoku Hill, until he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Footsteps neared and a shinigami walked in. However, his reiatsu felt part hollow, like when ichigo had his mask. He recognized him from somewhere, perhaps they fought in battle before?
"Hello Espada, we meet again," said the blond haired man.
Grimmjow raised a brow. "Again? How so?"
"Back when you only had one arm, I saved Kurosaki from getting his ass kicked by you."
"Oh, I remember you now. You're a Visored. Just the opposite of what I am, a shinigami that's gained hollow powers, yet you get to live." The shinigami's were always unfair, they only cared about humans and protecting their own kind. They didn't give a shit about hollows or arrancars.
"You will too." Grimmjow gave a questionable look, but didn't say anything. "Just follow my lead."
Shinji unlocked the door and lead Grimmjow out of the tower and onto the bridge. A group of guards walked forward, suspicious with Shinji's actions.
"Captain Hirako, why have you let the prisoner out? His trial doesn't start until another two hours."
"Cover your nose, and don't breath in the pink mist," he instructed in a low voice so only Grimmjow could hear. Shinji unsheathed his sword, rotating it in his hands as he muttered "Sakasama no Sekai."
His Zanpakutō created a cloud of pink mist, slowly floating towards the shinigami. Once the guards took in a deep breath, Shinji smirked, everything was going as planned. The guards were walking into each other; their sense of direction all mixed up.
"Now's your chance, espada."
"What about this?" Grimmjow grunted, pointing to the collar around his neck.
"Sorry I can't that collar off, this is the best I could do. Now run, you don't have much time."
Grimmjow nodded and ran across the bridge towards Sōkyoku Hill. He still couldn't use flash step, so he could only run slightly faster than an average human. He wouldn't be able to outrun any higher up shinigami. Since the Visored never explained the plan, he didn't know where he was heading. That's when he spotted Kurosaki on the stairway carved into the side of the hill.
When he reached Ichigo, he was already out of breath. "What's the plan, Kurosaki?"
"Take my hand."
Grimmjow only stared at him blankly.
Ichigo knew he wasn't going to comply, so he explained, "I need to Shunpo you off this cliff and somewhere farther away."
Grimmjow grunted in disgust, but eventually held his hand. As fast as he could, Ichigo Shunpoed towards the shinigami brackets. That's when alarms started going off; they found out Grimmjow had escaped.
"Com'on we've got to hurry." They ran behind one the brackets and Ichigo lifted a manhole, telling Grimmjow to jump in.
"Why the fuck are we going down the sewer?"
"We need to buy some time and keep you hidden for as long as possible."
Just as the two slipped down into the sewer, a group of shinigami rushed into the area. They noticed how the manhole was slightly out of place. "I think I can sense someone down there, it must be the prisoner."
Below, Grimmjow could hear the shinigami. "Kurosaki, control your fuckin' reiatsu, yer giving us away." Because of Ichigo's high reiatsu, they wouldn't be able to get very far before the shinigami could track them down. In a way, the collar was helping Grimmjow, but made no difference since he was with someone else that was traceable.
"Well, good thing we prepared for this, huh?" Ichigo spoke aloud.
Wait, what? Who the he ll is he talking to? "What the fuck are you yapping about?"
A figure behind him cleared their throat and walked out of the shadows.
"Hey Grimmjow, happy to see me?" Nicara asked, stepping out of the darkness, ready as ever.
Grimmjow was obviously not expecting to see her. He only gaped, clearly taken aback. It took him a few moments to regain his composure before yelling out, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Nicara tilted her head. "I'm guessing that's a no."
"Woman..." he growled.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but a group of shinigami are heading this way. You two make a run for it okay?"
"Yeah, Yeah," Nicara said, taking Grimmjow's hand in hers. She started running, pulling him along. Before they rounded the corner she yelled, "Thanks Ichigo!"
"I think we lost them." Nicara panted, trying to catch her breath, Grimmjow doing the same. With the collar and no sword, Grimmjow's powers were probably par with Nicara. He hated feeling so powerless. To think this woman who he called weak could take him on right now.
They were no longer holding hands, but following closely behind one another. Finally getting the chance, he decided to ask why Nicara was even here.
"What are you doing in Soul Society?"
"Saving your butt!" she exclaimed.
"Just go home."
Nicara shook her head, why was he acting so distant? Like he didn't want her here. It was now or never to confront him about their feelings. "Why? Why didn't you even say goodbye to me?"
Grimmjow, feeling guilty, stared away and quietly muttered, "I did."
"You know what I mean," she said, obviously upset. Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes. "Do I really mean nothing to you at all? I..., I know we're just friends, but I thought we had something deeper...something more. I guess I was wrong."
He didn't know what to say; He was at a lost for words.
She continued on, but her eyes shifted to the ground. "When Orihime told me what happened, I knew it was my fault. They brought me here so I could help convince Soul Society to let you live."
"There's no use, Kurosaki already tried. Besides, they fuckin' hate my guts."
"So, you can't give up without a fight, right?" she retorted with a small smile. With one hand she cupped his face, causing his cheeks to glow red. Fortunately, the lighting was dim, so she didn't notice. "I thought I'd never see you again. You didn't show up a at school, and never replied to my texts. I... I missed you," she admitted.
It was now or never. "Me too," he whispered back.
Wait. Did he just admit he missed her as well? "You...?"
He was never good with words, and he didn't want to say it again. She was standing about a feet in front of him; however, he needed her closer, so he coiled one arm around her waist, pushing her up against his body. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. Nicara rested her hands against Grimmjow's chest as he carefully tilted her chin up, and placed his lips onto hers.
He wanted to kiss Nicara for a while now, and was so happy he was finally able to do it. Honestly he was glad Nicara came for him. They weren't lovers, but she definitely meant more to him than just a friend. He never said anything about his feelings, but he was going to try his best to communicate them through this one kiss. He attempted making the kiss as soft and genuine as possible, for it may be his last. It was harder than he thought, since he never actually kissed someone from the heart.
If he makes it though this, he will definitely make this girl his someday. Sure she doesn't have the biggest curves, but a slim athletic body, a cute face and brains to go with it. He couldn't ask for more. It felt amazing to embrace a woman who was more than just a fuck. If kissing a woman he liked felt this good, then how good would it feel to sleep with her? He could only imagine; his thoughts turning from love towards lust.
Countless seconds later, the two of them pulled apart for air, their foreheads touching one another. Nicara was breathless, her face red. She hadn't felt this way for someone in a long time. Her heart was beating so fast, and her legs were turning into jello. Most of her weight was resting on Grimmjow; If he wasn't holding her, she would've collapsed right there from dizziness.
She wanted to say something, but heard shuffling noises around the corner. Grimmjow's cat like ear's perked up, it was another group of shinigami.
In one swift movement, he pulled Nicara against his chest and into a dark corner, holding her close as possible. Her ear lay flat against his chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing. Taking a chance, she looked up, trying to search Grimmjow's face for emotions. He had a couple drops of sweat dripping down his forehead, keeping an eye out for his surroundings. For a moment his eyes flickered down making the briefest eye contact with her, until she shyly looked away.
"Nobody's here, let's move on." a shinigami commanded.
Once they were alone again, everything just stayed silent. Neither of them budged from their current position; both were too nervous to make the first move.
Finally Nicara spoke up. "Uh, I think they're gone now," she muttered, pushing herself out from Grimmjow's arms.
He hesitantly untwined his arms around Nicara, wishing the moment could've lasted a little longer. "Yeah, I guess we should get moving."
"Lead the way."
After wandering for a while, they decided to resurface onto ground level. The sewer looked all the same, unfortunately, so did the brackets.
"Shit!" Grimmjow exclaimed, frustrated. "We're at another dead end!"
Nicara sighed, she was going to tell Grimmjow to calm down, but in all honesty she was tired of getting lost too. They didn't have a map or anything, and neither of them were doing well with direction.
"I guess we should head back the way we came," suggested Nicara.
Grimmjow exhaled a deep sigh, but nodded in agreement. They both turned back, only to find they weren't alone.
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Next update won't be until May. Since it's the end of the semester, I have a lot of studying and homework to catch up on.
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