We made it guys! Sorry it took so long to get this up. This is kind of where the story goes dark. Just a warning. Alrighty, let's get to it!
Chapter 12: Silent Screams
Grimmjow watched out the window at the darkening scenery from beside Yukiko as the train rushed them back to Karakura. He was half asleep, the woman completely so. The pair had stuck around at the old woman's home town for breakfast and even lunch, Yukiko felt no sense of rush to get back to her little apartment. Actually she didn't seem to want to at all. He didn't get what she was putting off but it was starting to irritate him. Grimmjow wasn't going to get his body back somewhere hours away from Urahara. When she finally agreed to leave he noticed a sense of dread flash through her again, like the previous day.
The Arrancar glanced up at the woman. She seemed to be sleeping comfortably so whatever she was thinking about before clearly couldn't have been important if she was able to do that.
Grimmjow stretched his legs and back. He was tired. Today had been long and the pair had spent half of it loitering around so now that they were finally traveling again it was kind of exhausting in a restless kind of way. The constant waiting for them to move on fried all of his energy and he just wanted to sleep now even though he was so anxious to get back to Karakura. Just as he decided to give up and settled himself on the seat as far from Yukiko as he could to take a nap an electronic ding went rang from the ceiling of the train car. "Next stop: Karakura Town."
He groaned now. "Shitty timing…"
Yukiko didn't as much as flinch to the announcement so Grimmjow was left to wake her up. "Yay…" He thought unenthusiastically. While he tried to remain the same as always with her there was an annoyingly persistent slight awkwardness he felt with her since she kissed him. He couldn't quite figure out why he felt weird about it and that annoyed him even more. Was it because it was so random? Because he is still a cat? Because it was Yukiko? "Just ignore it all." He ordered himself; he still needed to wake up the woman after all.
He got on her lap and stood his body straight up, reaching for her face but stopped. He didn't want to be hesitant about it but he couldn't get his hand to smack her like he wanted to. His claws flexed and he growled slightly in his own frustration. It was then then that he realized that he was balancing himself on his back feet rather than leaning on her boobs for support. Was he seriously not taking advantage of her unguarded chest right now too?!
Grimmjow yowled in complete irritation and jumped, grabbing her loosely braided pigtail that was tied just at her shoulder leaving most of her hair to fall freely, and yanked her entire head down and slamming it into the window of the train. She most definitely woke up to that. She looked over at him with wide, shocked eyes but they narrowed and she frowned when she understood it was just him. Rubbing her head gingerly she spoke. {"What?"}
Grimmjow's tail was whipping back and forth and he just looked out the window. On cue, the train slowed down and the voice made another announcement, "Now arriving at Karakura Town."
He could see in the window's reflection that Yukiko made a face of realization and stood up, stretching herself upwards. She removed her bag from the storage compartment above and the two left the train. Grimmjow was still irritated though it was mostly with himself for being so weird about the woman today, then again she was the cause of his weirdness so he was right to be irritated with her. They walked the short distance to the subway and this time the helpless woman stayed awake for the ride, he partially hoped she would fall asleep so he could slam her head again. He missed having fists, nothing is as relaxing as the feeling of crushing bones and tenderizing flesh beneath is knuckles. While it was unlikely that Yukiko would be on the receiving end of it he could always punch Kurosaki bloody, if he had his fists that was.
When they got off to transfer onto a different track Grimmjow realized he knew where they were, he opted out of boarding the train this time. Yukiko followed after him so he hissed at her and waved his paw to shoo her off; he'll walk back from here, we wanted some time alone to consider his current situation. It wasn't like he had never kissed or been kissed before, far from it. It gets fairly boring in Hueco Mundo after all you've got to get creative to pass the time. "But she doesn't even know what I look like. Why would she feel any kind of attraction for a cat? Just how fucked up in the head is she?"
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Yukiko wasn't sure what was up with Grimmjow but he had been weird all day. He's been touchier and grumpier than usual. "Was he that uncomfortable about the kiss? That's ridiculous. He's in a cat's body so what is there to be nervous about? That the only reason I was able to do it at all anyways." She thought about the vision of his body again. He was… handsome… but transparent. There was no life to his form since it wasn't really there. It was only pleasant in that it gave her an image of his face to remember. After all he's a man, as he reminded her, and she didn't want to go on only being able to picture him as a black cat.
The final subway ride felt like it took too long. Travelling for long periods of time does that though and for someone who doesn't go more than a single subway or bus ride a day it feels like she had been traveling all day rather than just the afternoon. Yukiko walked sluggishly the rest of the way to her apartment, as excited as she was to be back in her own place she wasn't keen on sitting around alone. But slowly or quickly it doesn't matter, she made it back regardless and was alone in her little room. She opened her window then unpacked and stored her kimono in a closet that she kept a lot of her spare art supplies. She was also sure to take out the charm Grimmjow had pulled and put it on the table for him. While she herself wasn't sure what he was going to do with it in his current condition she just didn't want to forget about it in the bag.
She left the set of clothes that she had worn the previous day in the bag, not caring enough to just toss them in with her dirty laundry, and went to take a shower. Yukiko purposely took her time and went as slowly as she could withstand, scrubbing herself from her head to bottom of her toes and mentally singing a song while letting the water just spray over her. By the time she couldn't stand sitting in the bathroom she was rather hopeful that Grimmjow would be back so she got out and changed, having made sure she had clothes in the bathroom, just panties and a tank top and cotton shorts.
When she walked into the main room she did a quick glance to the table and futon but there was no black cat waiting. "Even though he got off to walk a stop early he shouldn't need this much time to make it back to the apartment. What could be taking him so long?" Yukiko was starting to become worried glancing at the window in concern.
She froze. The window was closed.
She turned to defend herself at the sound of footsteps but was met with a hot, sharp shock in the left side of her ribs. It sent painful spasms throughout her muscles and she saw rather than felt herself fall to the floor and could only stare at a pair of loafer shoes.
"Welcome home Yuki-chan."
Yukiko mentally trembled at the voice. "Shimata…"
The government worker knelt down and leaned over her, unbuttoning the top of his white shirt as his tie fell lazily on the floor beside her hand. "Sorry for my appearance. As much as I wanted our reunion night to be something more personal but since you never told me what time you were coming back so I rushed over after work to make sure I didn't miss you."
The man was smiling lovingly at her and it terrified her. He reached out and tenderly ran his hand on her shoulder and down her arm.
"Don't touch me." She thought weakly, her muscles no longer twitching but still somewhat numb.
The hand slipped from her arm and now rested on her hip, snaking its way to the hem of her shirt.
A rattling sound distracted the man and his hand stopped.
["DON'T TOUCH ME!"] She silently shouted. Reclaiming her lost strength she stretched her arm forward as far as she could until she felt something hard. Grasping hold of the hard thing she turned and swung it against his face. The object, the last painting she did, the butterfly in a glass box, the frame splintered apart and canvas tore as it hit him.
He cried out loudly and she tried to scurry to her feet and began pooling her Reiatsu beneath them, but her body was still clumsy from the attack that sent her to the ground.
"Yuki-chan!" Shimata said her name as if angrily scolding her and jabbed something blocky into her back, sending another pulse of hot pain through her body. This time she couldn't even tell if she had hit the ground yet, her vision was blotched with black.
She heard a continuous muffled sound but couldn't make heads or tails of what it was. Yukiko couldn't feel or really hear what was going on, but she understood what was going to happen. He was going to fuck her and all she could do was lay there.
Alone...
Helpless...
Hopeless…
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Grimmjow couldn't keep putting off returning to the apartment. It was late, he was tired and he didn't want to end up somewhere he hadn't meant to go. Besides, just going back to the apartment doesn't mean he has to interact with Yukiko. He just has to share the space.
"Just go into the room, curl up on the futon and go to sleep. If she tries to talk to you, ignore her. Simple as that." He went over his plan while turning the final corner and his destination came into view.
The Arrancar couldn't contain his irate growl at the sight of a closed window and dark room. "She locked me out and went to sleep?!" His thoughts held a sense of saying 'how dare she.' Grimmjow most certainly would never take such treatment quietly. If she thought she could just go to sleep like that and get away with it she had another thing coming.
He slightly ran to the window and jumped up looking straight down to where the futon is always placed but she wasn't there. Had she gone out? That was unlikely since she was someone who always seemed to value sleeping over anything else, aside from painting but if that was the case she would still be in there.
He looked across the floor at the rest of the room. There were two bodies on the floor. The perverted bastard Shimata was hovering over Yukiko, trailing his hand over her arm. Yukiko wasn't moving.
When he moved his hand from her arm and to the hem of Yukiko's shirt but she still didn't move Grimmjow's blood boiled. Something was wrong with her and the man was taking advantage of it. Grimmjow began pushing and banging the window, making it rattle. Shimata paused to look at him, when he did Yukiko grabbed her painting of the butterfly in a glass box and smashed it against the man's face. There was rage in her expression but behind it the Arrancar saw pure terror. She tried to stand but she didn't seem to have very good control over her legs and fumbled standing, giving her attacker a chance to thrust something bulky and black into her. Grimmjow saw a distinct crackle of electricity coming from the object and when it made contact with the woman she spasmed and fell to the floor again. She wasn't moving more than subtle twitches. Probably for insurance, the attacker took her striking hand and with a bit of effort twisted it in an unnatural direction.
Grimmjow was in a complete rage now, screaming the angriest feline screams possible for a creature of his current body and his tail thrashed back and forth so fast it could barely be seen. Unwilling to allow this assault on his human continue, the Arrancar began slamming his body against the glass of the window.
Shimata stopped what he was doing just long enough to look at the cat, giving Grimmjow a good view of the gash across his cheek and bleeding nose, the blood flowing off his face and into his shirt. But just those injuries weren't enough punishment for what he was doing. Grimmjow was determined to rip him apart. All he had to do was break through the goddamn glass!
He slammed as hard as he could but was doing nothing; the window sill was so small that he couldn't put enough force into it to hurt himself or the glass. He did the only thing he could think of; Grimmjow jumped to the ground and took a running start to jump and throw himself against the window. "Break damn it!"
The impact hurt his shoulder and rattled the window but nothing more. He could see the human man lifting up Yukiko's shirt, exposing her bare chest. She still wasn't moving.
Grimmjow wasted no time in jumping down and attacking the glass again. The result didn't change, he only succeeded in furthering inflicting pain on his shoulder. Even so he wasted no time in jumping down to hit the window again.
There was a sharp noise at this impact. The glass was damaged but not broken. Taking one last look at the scene inside to further motivate himself, seeing the way the human roughly man-handled Yukiko's breast and force his mouth on hers, and it was all he needed to jump back down and run full speed back at the building before jumping and throwing himself into the crack on the glass. The window shattered and the sharp smell of copper filled Grimmjow's nose but he was seeing red.
The broken glass shocked Shimata and he raised himself off Yukiko. Grimmjow wasted no time in jumping directly into his face, screaming in rage. He latch one hand into the back of the man's head and used the other hand and both of his back feet to shred into his face and throat. The man was screaming in pain and started thrashing and attempted to rip the black cat off of his face. When the Arrancar felt his claws being pulled through the man's skin against his will he took a final well aimed swipe across his face, raking this blood-stained nails through thin skin of the eye lid and into the eyeball beneath.
When Grimmjow was no long able to reach the human's face he was thrown into the pile of painting against Yukiko's dresser. He launched himself at the man again but was swatted away by a piece of wood, a piece of the canvas that was broken against his own face earlier. Grimmjow lost his ability to breathe for a few moments and it gave his body enough time to register all of the pain it felt. He tried to stand but the pain in his shoulder screamed and it refused to allow him to get back up just yet. Even if he couldn't quite stand this moment he wasn't going to let Shimata think he was done fighting yet. He released a feral yowl and hiss at the human who was now stumbling and pressing a hand against his face, trying to contain the exceptional flow of blood that escaped from between his fingers.
There was a rattling noise across the room as someone frantically turned the door handle. "Ametsuchi-san! I'm coming in!" It was the building manager.
"SHIT!" Shimata cursed loudly and rushed for the window, stumbling slightly from his injuries and was surely in shock by now. He climbed through sideways and was caught on the glass shards of the broken window.
The door flew open and the larger, graying man rushed into the room just as the intruder's legs fell the rest of the way through and his body thudded to the ground with a grunt. Grimmjow could hear Shimata stand and run off. The manager, whose name Grimmjow was never bothered to learn, ran to the window and looked through it for a few seconds before turning his attention to the woman on the floor. Her eyes were still hazy but she was slowly pushing herself upright, adjusting her shirt as she did.
"Ametsuchi-san, are you hurt?" He said softly as he approached her too quickly for either her or Grimmjow's comfort. She put her arms up defensively and the cat pushed himself forward as best he could to get in between the two humans, hissing.
"Jun, what happened?!" An older woman appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a robe.
"Mami. We need to take Yukiko to the doctor down the street."
The woman rushed into the room and planted herself beside Yukiko. While the girl didn't flinch away from the woman Grimmjow wasn't happy about her getting close, he growled and tried to swipe at the woman but didn't have enough energy to balance himself well enough for that. He glared hatefully at the older woman until he felt something timidly touch his face. He looked over to Yukiko. She was looking at him like she wanted to cry and her hand moved to hover over his shoulder as his blood flowed out of it.
Grimmjow leaned into the touch, ignoring the pain it caused and instead focused on look on her face, no longer listening to the continued words between the two humans. She was focused on him and with her injured right hand held cradled against her chest; she pulled him up into her shoulder, holding him beneath his pelvis which was perhaps the only part of him that did not hurt. She leaned her face against his head and Grimmjow was certain he felt something warm and wet fall onto his ear. Normally, the Arrancar hated the crying of anything, especially women, but he'll make an exception this time, and let Yukiko cry on him. "Just this once."
He wasn't quite paying attention to what was happening around him, only becoming aware that they were going somewhere when he felt Yukiko rise and shuffle slowly out of the apartment and into the cool air of the street. They left the building with the couple and were led through the neighborhoods until the group reached a building with a large sign that wasn't lit above the door.
The man, Jun, pressed a button connected to a gray speaker and it buzzed. After a minute a voice called back lazily from the other end. "Yes, can I help you?"
"Kurosaki-san. It's Matoi Jun. We have an emergency. Would you mind letting us in?"
The sound of the name made Grimmjow's ears perk up. The voice from the machine didn't sound like Ichigo though.
"Alright. I'll be right down." The man's voice sounded significantly more serious now and he appeared in the door within the minute. It was a tall man with black hair and a stubbly beard. He took one look at Yukiko and Grimmjow in her arms and ushered them in immediately, asking if she needed any help getting in. He must have been confusing the blood on her clothes as her own. She was actually the only one in the attack that wasn't bleeding though her wrist was now a disturbing shade of blackish-purple.
The adult Kurosaki lead them to a well-lit room where he urged Yukiko to sit on a long narrow bed. She complied but when he asked for her hand she instead held out Grimmjow. All eyes in the room stared at her.
Grimmjow watched as she did something he had never seen her willingly do in front of other people. She spoke in her silent words. {"Help him first."}
They didn't understand her though.
She grimaced through her own pain and repeated herself. {"Help him first.}
This time Kurosaki seemed to understand. "I would but you are my priority, not him."
Grimmjow pushed himself from Yukiko's weak grip and nudged her. She was human, he was not. She'd definitely needed to be taken care of first. He could handle the pain much better.
When the doctor took her wrist into his hand she flinched and Grimmjow was certain it wasn't just from the pain. While it was always more subtle, Yukiko had been flinching away from men for the entirety of his knowing her. "This isn't the first time something like this happened to her." He understood with a dark clarity.
Footsteps came rushing through the building. "Dad, what's happening? I think I sense Gri-" It was Kurosaki. His Kurosaki and he was staring at the guest in what was apparently his father's clinic.
"Ichigo, now's not the time." His father said, though never taking his eyes off the wrist he was examining.
"Oh Dad. Would you like some help?" A young girl with light brown hair offered, her voice sound like background noise. Her father answered yes while his son continued on talking.
The young man seemed to be at a loss as to what to do. He must have been uncertain about how to approach the situation with regular humans present. "S-sorry. It's just…"
The orange-haired woman appeared behind him and exclaimed shamelessly. "Is it just me or does that cat feel like Grimmjow?!"
Yukiko took her eyes off the man touching her and instead looked at the pair. She solemnly nodded yes, and with her good hand pushed the Arrancar towards them. "What's the big idea?" He wondered silently as he looked at her.
She smiled softly at him. {"Go get your body back."}
Orihime rushed over to Grimmjow and he watched as the realization that he was injured came over her face as it moved from uncertain but curious to worried and confused. "Miss…" She said comfortingly to Yukiko. "We are actually friends of this cat. If you let us, we'll take him to get fixed up."
Yukiko nodded yes but Grimmjow wasn't quite so ready to get swept into their plans, even if it was to his benefit. He threw himself across his human's lap and glared at all of the humans. Since she wasn't prepared to protect herself from the advances of men he wasn't going to leave her alone with one.
"Grimmjow…" Orihime said sadly.
Then without warning Yukiko lifted him up and handed him to Orihime who took him in her arms tightly without missing a beat, as if these two women were planning this somehow. The woman now carrying the Arrancar against his will rushed out of the building, across the street and around four blocks and they were followed closely behind by Kurosaki. "Hey, Orihime! How far are we going to go?" He asked loudly, attempting to speak over the sound of a car with an obnoxious siren and lights that was passing them.
"Just a little further." She answered.
After a few more minutes of running she put him down and he glared up at her and Kurosaki as they knelt above him. "Shuno, Ayame." She summoned her little spirits and they created their barrier over him without the need for any further commands.
Grimmjow recognized the power as her healing ability so he waited as he felt the pain alleviate. When the orange light faded he shifted himself to test his shoulder, it felt good as new. He launched himself at the male's face with a shrill cat scream, he hated it but he was getting more comfortable with his animal noises.
Ichigo stumbled backwards with a panicked noise. "Rah!"
"Ichigo-kun!" The woman cried loudly and pulled the cat off of him.
"What the hell Grimmjow?!" He virtually screamed, his face red in anger and lined with thin scratches that almost made him look like he had whiskers.
Grimmjow thrashed his arms and legs and growled angrily in Orihime's hands. Kurosaki gripped the cat by his scruff, getting a wrist full of teeth and claws in the process and prepared to launch him across the street. "Bastard!"
"Wait! Ichigo-kun, we still don't know what happened to Grimmjow. He's probably just angry and uncomfortable because of his condition." The woman rushed out her words, trying to reason with her companion before it was too late.
"He's always angry." The man argued back.
She just moved in front of him and gave him a sad and concerned face. "But he's obviously concerned about the lady that came to the clinic with him. We should take him to Urahara-san and see if there's anything he can do to fix him."
At the mention of Urahara Grimmjow nodded furiously. He was long overdue to get his body back.
Ichigo sighed in defeat. "Fine…"
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Yukiko had handed her protector over to a stranger and was now alone in a room with the male doctor, his daughter, and her building manager and his wife. She pulled herself into a ball as tightly as she could now that she was without him, the wrist being examined was the only body part that was extended out. The lack of Grimmjow made her feel even more exposed and helpless but he needed to be taken care of. The doctor was currently injecting something yellow into the purple area of her wrist over and over in small amounts. After the sixth one he started tapping her wrist with his fingers. "Can you feel that?"
She couldn't and shook her head no.
Dr. Kurosaki began pushing and twisting her hand and arm, putting them back at their proper angles, then he slipped on a brace that his daughter had pulled out from somewhere. "You're wrist was sprained pretty badly. I'll put together a prescription of pain medication and a list of instructions for you."
She didn't meet his eyes when he spoke to her but she listened. The girl, whom Yukiko has a vague feeling of having seen before, smiled reassuringly and offered a glass of water. She took it and sipped from the cup, taking in the room around her for the first time, looking for the best exit should she feel the need for a quick getaway. She saw the flashes of red lights before anyone else.
"Why is a police car outside?" The girl asked, pulling the attention of all the adults in the room.
Two officers were standing at the door by the time the doctor went to speak to them. They nodded to him a thank you and entered the room. Yukiko felt her fear spike. She was now in a room with four males. "You're not alone. It's safe, you're not alone." She tried to mental reassure herself.
"Ametsuchi Yukiko?" The older one asked. He looked a bit older than Mr. Matoi, the building manager, but a high stress job like an officer could easily age a person.
She nodded yes.
"I'm officer Yama. This is Officer Hatsu."
"You're finally here. I called nearly thirty minutes ago." The female Matoi exclaimed.
"Our apologies. There seemed to be some misunderstanding with the dispatcher." The Hatsu, who was much younger and probably fresh out of the police academy, replied.
The stern look that Yama was giving Yukiko made her nervous. "Ms. Ametsuchi, we're here to take you into custody." He approached her and reached for her good arm. She jumped sideways, further towards the wall.
"What? Why are you arresting her? She's the victim in this!" Mami said loudly.
"Not according to a report that was put in earlier. Before your call we received a similar call from her government overseer, a Shimata Yu, claiming to have been attacked while checking in with Ms. Ametsuchi after she left the city without proper permission or procedure." The older man explained.
"Just look at her. How can you say she was the attacker." Mami attempted to defend.
"We've also seen the condition of Shimata. He is currently being hospitalized and undergoing treatment for severe blood loss and is expected to lose all function of his right eye." The younger officer finally spoke up again.
"That's beca-" Mr. Matoi was cut off by the older man.
"We did not come here to negotiate. Ametsuchi Yukiko, you are under arrest." The cynical officer announced and roughly took hold of her injured arm, if it wasn't still numbed she probably wouldn't have been able to react due to the pain.
But, unfortunately she could react. Yukiko reached onto the counter beside the bed, took hold of shear-scissors that looked like they were laying out to dry on a towel and stabbed them into the officer's shoulder. "Ugh!"
She pull the weapon out and scurried back into the bed, pointing it at the man as he and the other officer started yelling orders. Everyone else in the room seemed to be yelling too but, frankly, Yukiko's mind couldn't register any the words anybody was saying. All she heard was the sound of her own thoughts. "Surrounded. Alone. Surrounded. Alone." She was terrified.
"Please stop." A single calm voice said through all the panic in the room.
"Yuzu!" Dr. Kurosaki's panic became real now.
His daughter, Yuzu, was approaching Yukiko calmly. "You'll be okay. If you just go nicely then I'm sure everything will work out perfectly. The truth of what happened will become known."
The memory of meeting this girl back in the grocery store reappeared. It was back when Grimmjow first started living with her. She was very polite and kind.
"No one will hurt you. Just do what they need you to and everything will be okay." She continued to try and calm her down.
Yukiko understood what was being said. She didn't intend to fight back. She knew what was at the end of this incident. But isn't she allowed to be terrified?
Shaking, she lowered the scissors and tossed them to the other side of the bed. The two officers went in front of her, each taking an arm, placing handcuff on her and escorted her out of the clinic and into their patrol car. She sat alone in it for a few minutes while the doctor did some first aid treatment on the officer she injured and Yuzu went over the instructions for Yukiko's medical care with the younger one.
She watched out the window while they drove her to the police station and felt her heart squeeze painfully when she saw a pair of orange heads slightly running down a sidewalk with a black cat trailing just behind them. Tears welled in her eyes. "Grimmjow. Good luck. …Bye."
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Grimmjow followed the pair of humans and they led him through a series of sidewalks, streets and alleys until finally he reached the place he had been searching for these past few months. Urahara's Shop.
"I wonder if anyone's even awake." Orihime wondered aloud.
"I don't think he cares." Kurosaki said, noting Grimmjow as he sprinted direction to the sliding door and threw it open.
A teenager came rushing into the room wearing pajama pants and holding a metal bat like object that was nearly as large as him. "Who is it?!"
Grimmjow was in no mood for this brat. He jump and was going to go straight for the kid's face, which seemed to be very effective more often than not. He was suspended in the air though with the feeling of a hand holding the skin at the back of his neck.
"Hey, Jinta. Is Urahara here?"
The kid relaxed. "Oh, Ichigo. Yeah, he is. Come on back."
Once again, Grimmjow was being carried around like a ragdoll and it was royally pissing him off. Kurosaki took him to a back living area and the pair sat down while the red headed teenager disappeared into another room. The entire time they sat there a low growl rumbled through the Arrancar's throat and Kurosaki and Orihime conversed uninterestingly.
His ear twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching. Slowly, lazily, a blond man in a blue shirt and pants that look no different from what he typically wears entered. He released a large yawn before he could even be bothered to start speaking. "How can I help you tonight?"
"Were you seriously asleep? It's only ten." Kurosaki questioned.
"Actually it's after eleven and yes, we all were." When he answered he seemed to open his eyes for the first time and saw the black cat in the young Shinigami's hand.
Grimmjow saw his expression flash in immediate understanding then shift to his ridiculously cheeky and childish side. "Oh! So that's were that went. Is that Grimmjow I sense in there?" He got up close but stayed out of reach and said in a baby voice. "How are you Grimmjow?"
His ears were flat back and all the fur on his body was entirely puffed out like he had been electrocuted; the Arrancar spat out a viscous yowl.
"Urahara, if you keep teasing him I might just let go."
"DO IT!" Grimmjow mentally voted.
"Now, now there's no need for that." He said, smile never faltering.
"Kisuke? What's going on?" The dark skinned woman appeared from one of the other room now, wearing a plain gray yukata, probably for sleeping.
She took one look at the situation then crossed her arms and looked down at her friend. "Someone finally found Grimmjow, huh?"
"SO HE DID FUCKING KNOW ABOUT THIS!" He shrieked in his head, releasing an angry hiss at the same time.
When he hissed the blond man shot something small and round down his throat and a strange but relieving sense expansion overcame him. He felt his feet touch the floor and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime he naturally stood on two feet.
"Ugh…" He released a sound of momentary surprise and looked down at his hands. Real hands with fingers and no fur. He opened and closed them before looking partially up his arms and checking his face and head. Just his shaggy hair, strong jaw line, nose, mask fragment, ear on the side of his head and not the top. He was exactly what he was supposed to be.
There was a quiet mew from behind him and he turned to see Ichigo hold a black cat that calmly looked around it.
"It's a prototype gigai that I was designing for the Stealth Corp. It contains the users Reiatsu so well that they can't be tracked through it and there are many benefits to a cat body, according to Yoruichi. While I'll admit I hadn't intended to have anyone take it for a test run I can't say I'm unhappy with how everything turned out."
Grimmjow stopped listening. He punched straight at the man. Knowing he wasn't close enough to make contact from where he was he fired an intensely bright blue Cero at the full extension of his fist. Urahara and Yoruichi moved clear out of the way and a large hole that burned clear through the front of the store, the cement wall behind it, and into the building across the street. Grimmjow didn't want to waste much energy in an angry display. He wasted no time rocketing himself through the holes and made his way back to the clinic as quickly as he could with Sonido, leaving sonic booms in his wake. "I'll be right there, Yukiko."
I've got to admit. This is a chapter I had been planning since before I started posting this story. I'm sorry I'm evil to my characters but I love dark elements. Besides some of you guy had already more or less figured out that Shimata was a rapest. See you guys next chapter! :)
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Silent Songstress Sorceress: Nope. She was the first thing he thought of when he got his body back :)
Mrs. Swordslover: Yeah… the reason their festival trip had such a last time they're be together feeling was because it was the build up to this and Yukiko knew something was going to happen so she was extra melancholy about it. Not kidnapped, arrested. Life sucks for my characters. I'm sorry for the prolonged wait (personal issues and just plain busy). Real body goal achieved though! :)
germancutie88: Yep, her bad omen was about her. Them bonding was why I kept putting off giving Grimmjow his real body. I felt like he wouldn't stick around long enough to form a strong personal relationship with her otherwise. I'm so happy the last chapter was your favorite, it's mine too.
Saya Tsukihime: The cutesy stuff is fun to write so I'm happy you liked it. I can't do it much though, it'd be too out of character for Grimmjow :(
Emzy2k11: I'm sorry for the delayed update, I hope you enjoyed reading it all the same (even if it is a bit darker).
Rileyyheartt: Thank you first of all. Yukiko doesn't remember the dream. She had already started to forget his face before she left her room to clean her bedding. Sorry it's not very soon but I hope you like the update.