~ Memo at the Top ~
I know this isn’t a very long series so far and I realize that not many people are reading since I don’t post them fast enough anymore but I have a lot of things on my plate at the moment and it’s really difficult to juggle stories, friends, back-to-school shopping, and trying to take care of anything else my mom has assigned me to deal with. I’m trying my hardest to get things updated quicker but it is REALLY hard. Nami and Grimmjow ‘broke up’ and Gin dumped her with Rukia, Ichigo, and Byakuya. Now Nami and the others are going back to the Soul Society to heal Ichigo and Rukia right up.
~ Story Start ~
I hissed as the light hit my face from the window high above in an odd angle. The light didn’t usually shine right down into my face like that, did it? I was certain that it didn’t shine directly in my face as I lay on my side and it usually didn’t wake ME up at all. Grimmjow was the only one that was ever awoken by the light from Hueco Mundo’s sun. I opened my eyes just in case I had fallen asleep against the window only to find myself in a completely different room from the one I had slept in with Grimmjow. I felt for his arm or any body part the belonged to him and I felt my breathing pick up as I realized he wasn’t there. If he wasn’t there that meant that he had woken up or he had died or he was in a meeting. If he were gone, I was supposed to stay with Lillynette and that was final, he had said it himself to me when I was falling asleep one night. I was not allowed to be anywhere without him unless I was with Lillynette or Tia. This was all wrong.
I sat up swiftly, surprised when I found a man with long white hair and brown eyes staring at me with concern. He was sitting in a chair and I knew immediately who he was and what had happened. I just needed a little look at home before I understood everything.
“Dad?” I felt my tears appear as he got up and walked to the side of my bed, his eyes strained as he too held back tears. Both of us hesitated before we hugged each other hard, my tears coming quicker then ever as I sobbed into his haori. “Oh dad, I’m so sorry! I didn’t want to leave and when I met this really nice guy, I didn’t want to come back. I didn’t know that I missed home so much until he broke me again.”
“I know, Nami, it’s alright.” He whispered, soothing me as he had when I was a child. “There’s nothing to apologize for, you are home now and that’s all that matters.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” I sniffled, pulling back just enough so I could look up at him. There were tears dripping from his face as he smiled at me, his happiness was contagious. I laughed a little and hugged him harder, enjoying my father’s embrace after so long of not having it. “Are Ichigo and Rukia okay?”
“They’re healing up now,” He chuckled. “Renji Abarai, Uryu Ishida, Ichigo Kurosaki, and Chad Yasutora are also healing up in Division Four barracks.”
“Oh thank goodness,” I whispered, letting my arms fall off of him. Relief wafted through me until I realized he hadn’t said Orihime’s name. “What about… Inoue? Is she here, is she okay?”
“They didn’t retrieve her from Hueco Mundo,” Jushiro shook his head, grimacing as I closed my eyes, upset with myself. I should’ve at least tried to save Orihime when Gin took me back to Ichigo. I should’ve at least tried. “Don’t be hard on yourself, there was nothing you could do.”
“Yes there was…” I whispered, “There was so much I could’ve done in just that little bit of time that I was there. Dad, Aizen made me into an arrancar just a little more than a week into my stay there. There were tons of things I could do after the month of becoming a Gillian. I could’ve taken Orihime and ran, just gotten out of there but I couldn’t because I’m such a fool!”
“No, little Nami, you aren’t,” Strawberry’s voice sighed from the door, which I hadn’t realized was open. “You were in love with a boy that lied to you was all. And you never once had your mind on anything else. Or that’s what you said in your sleep once we’d gotten to the Squad 4 barracks. You said you were so hung up on him that you didn’t have a care in the world anymore, other then hurting your friends. This is exactly the reason why I trust you again, after you said that, I thought of you as a full soul reaper again.”
I blinked at her, a soft smile on my lips before I gave her an outraged look. “Ichigo Ryu! You get yourself back in your bed before I call Captain Unohana!” I was stern, firm, and cold. I never thought I’d act like that. “You were seriously injured! Go back to bed!”
“Jeez Nami, would you calm down?” She growled at me, her hands on her hips now as she stared me down with humorous blue eyes. Her long red hair was pulled up, for the first time, in a bun on the top of her head and her Soul Reaper uniform was gone, replaced by a too large kimono with sakura blossoms and a tree on it. Behind the tree limbs was a setting sun, drowning its beautiful light in the dark green of the landscape. “I’ve got better things to lie in bed all day. Besides, Renji and I are going to the human world for the day.”
I stared at her as a light blush covered her cheeks and I squealed happily, leaping out of bed and hugging her tightly. I laughed with her and spun her around in a very girly manor.
“Oh Ichigo, that’s great! I can’t believe you guys are going out together!” I giggled, “That is adorable!”
“Hey, calm down, Nami!” Ichigo laughed, finally finding her feet back on the floor as I stopped twirling her around. She patted the top of my head, even though I was actually a little bit taller then her, and giggled, “Don’t get carried away. It’s a vacation, a reward if you will, for rescuing you. Your dad set it up for all of us to go back, even you if you want, and hang out together just to relax.”
I hesitated, my dad misinterpreting it as permission from him. “It’s okay, honey, you can go. I’m not mad at you at all, it wasn’t your fault.”
I smiled at him, nodding slowly and looking back to Ichigo, “I guess I’ll go. I might as well, haven’t acted like a Soul Reaper in a while.” I paused, creasing my brow as I thought about it, “So… everyone’s healed up then?”
“Ha! No, Chad isn’t. Rukia isn’t really feeling that well either but she is coming with us. She says she’d rather spend time with you then stay in the hospital. Kurosaki is coming and Uryu said he’d come too.” She rolled her eyes, “They’re all so stubborn.”
“And you aren’t?” I laughed, tucking some of my long hair behind my ear. She scoffed and her expression was that of mock hurt as she gasped,
“That’s horrible! You’re so mean, Nami!”
I shook my head and linked my arm with her, “I think I’m going to follow you around today, just to make sure you’re being careful.”
“Then you may want to get dressed because bandages aren’t going to cut it.” Ichigo rolled her eyes, motioning to the bandages that I hadn’t realized had been wrapped firmly around my torso and upper part of my thighs. “Oh and cover up your tattoo and your hollow hole before someone notices it. That six was crossed out, by the way, when Captain Unohana dressed all the wounds.”
“I had wounds?” I blinked curiously at her, ignoring her statement about my six. “But… I never fought anyone after you… Who could’ve given me any wounds?”
Ichigo shrugged, grabbing my dad’s wrist and pulling him out of the door. “Sorry Captain, this is a girl thing. You don’t mind going back to your barracks for a while, do you? I’m sure she wouldn’t want you waiting out in the cold.”
“But it’s not col—”My dad tried to say when Ichigo shut the door in his face, pushing me down on the bed and heading to my closet.
“So… Nami? Do you like your hair that long or would you rather it be shorter again?” Ichigo asked as she searched through my cloths and pulled out a couple kimonos I’d never worn.
“It wasn’t really my choice to grow it out so long,” I shrugged, hugging myself quietly as I watched her. “Angel made it that way when I went bankai the first time after I became an arrancar.” I paused to sigh and got off the bed, “Here, let me help. I know my closet better then you.”
I searched through my cloths, pulling a few more out before deciding on a nice silver and blue one. I left the others lying on the bed and dressed there, in front of Ichigo. I quickly moved to the mirror, frowning at my long pink hair and grabbing my zanpakuto out of its sheath. I quickly cut it so it wasn’t nearly as long. I pursed my lips before looking at Ichigo decisively, “Do you have any black hair dye?”
“Hmm… I think so, should be at the barracks. We can run there if we need to.” Ichigo suggested, smiling brightly at the thought of the wind in her hair.
“No need,” I giggled. “I’ll just sonido our way there. Plenty of wind for you and plenty of speed for me, okay?”
“Got it,” Ichigo nodded and jumped on my back, letting me take off out my door and past all the Division 13 barracks, back to Division 3. I set her down lightly, whistling at the mess she’d made of her room.
“Wow, Ichi, this is crazy.” I laughed, covering my mouth with on hand. “Jeez, Izuru must be sincerely pissed at you right now. I know how much of a clean freak that guy is and this is just beyond messy.”
“Actually,” Ichigo chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Izuru isn’t allowed in my room anymore because he keeps cleaning it. I would rather it be messy than clean, especially when it’s all research.”
I scoffed and grabbed a bottle of hair dye from her counter, checking to make sure it was black and not some really weird color like blue. Hey, don’t judge, pink is a VERY natural color, thank you very much. And you can ask Yachiru too, she’ll tell you.
~ Later ~
I bent over and dried my hair quickly with the blow dryer Ichigo had borrowed from Rangiku (who had stolen it from Orihime). My hair was now perfectly black and I was sure it would be even darker the next time I went bankai. I sighed happily as I turned the hair dryer off, flipping my head up and smiling at how it sat, perfect and straight.
“Nami, are you done yet?” Ichigo asked through the door, the sound of her tapping foot said she was growing impatient and I knew that I had better wrap it up.
“Oh yeah,” I replied, glancing solemnly at the wings that sat on the side of my head, pure white and untouched by the black dye. I pouted slightly, shaking my head and realizing that I would never be able to hide my mask remnants. I shrugged, realizing how childish I was acting at the moment and trying to get back into my quiet, normal Nami self as I opened the door to find Ichigo staring at me seriously.
“Kurosaki and the others are waiting, we need to go now,” She blinked at me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along. “Sure glad we’re getting gigai that look exactly the same as us.”
“Yeah…” I chuckled, smiling. “Me too. Oh hey, do you think Kisuke will have room for one more person to live with him?”
“I don’t think so…” Ichigo murmured, not glancing back at me as she stopped where the others would shortly be arriving… even though she said they would be waiting. “Kisuke already has Tessai, Sora, and Renji living with him full time. Well… Renji’s not there fulltime yet but as soon as he gets out of the hospital he will. Sora and Tessai have been there for a while, since Kisuke left the Soul Society with Yoruichi and Tessai and the vizards. And Sora stays in Kisuke’s room while Tessai… I don’t really know where he sleeps but Renji stays in another room.” She sighed, looking at me with a dull look in her eyes, “Please, Nami, don’t leave. I already lost you once and we fought so HARD to get you back. The other Captains are debating on whether to offer you a higher position in one of the Divisions if you want it.” At my frown she added, “I KNOW you don’t like higher positions but you would be able to make decisions on almost everything. They want to offer you the Fifth Divisions Captain seat. Momo was so excited when I told her, she really misses you Nami. Please, don’t go. Just take the position or, ya know what, just keep third seat if you want! Just don’t leave me again.”
I sighed, closing my eyes and muttering to myself, ‘She loves you, that’s the only reason she’s talking like this. You’re her best friend and practically her sister, of course she doesn’t want you to leave.’ I breathed in slowly and opened my eyes, smiling a little bit and saying, “I’ll think about it.”
Ichigo started to protest but hands covered her eyes quickly, blocking her vision from view. I laughed as she tried to pull Renji’s hands from her face, unable to turn around because he had her pinned against him. I rolled my eyes, enjoying the laughter of the red haired couple as Kurosaki and Rukia and Uryu joined us. Rukia was still in her Soul Reaper uniform, as was Kurosaki; and Uryu was still in his Quincy uniform, looking a little uncomfortable. Now that everyone was here, Ichigo opened up a door for us to go through, led by a hell butterfly so we could get out. Once we hit the street, Rukia and Ichigo dragged those of us who didn’t have a gigai to Kisuke Urahara’s shop.
“Oh, Mister Urahara!!” Ichigo called, eyes ablaze. “Time to give us our gigai!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” He called, irritation rippling in his voice as he and a white haired girl came out. He wore the same thing he usually did, with his hat firmly in place.
She had sky blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. She had long white hair down her knees, which was tyed up in a very thick and messy braid, kept there by a rope that wrapped around it at the end. She had part of the back of her hair up in a tight bun with intricate chopsticks in it to keep it up. In one ear she had a long chain with a tiny golden bell hung onto it, the only earring she had on. She also had the left side of her bangs tyed at the end with a blue ribbon that matched the kimono she wore. Speaking of which, it wasn’t really a kimono at all, more of a really long shirt that was barely long enough to hide anything at all. There was a large white bow with flowers on it tyed around her mid-section, the ends hanging out behind her. One of them, the left one, had a huge golden bell hanging from it, like her ear. She wore long sleeves on her arms that weren’t attached to the body outfit itself that were too long and go a few inches past her hands. On her legs she wore white stockings that come up to her mid-thigh with a blue ribbon tyed around the tops. On her feet she wore regular sandles like Kisuke’s. She looked very young and very beautiful but I wondered how old she really was since she was living with Kisuke.
“Hey,” I nodded at them, directing it more at Sora then Kisuke.
She smiled and nodded, keeping her words locked behind her pearly white teeth. I raised an eyebrow curiously at her but glanced at Kisuke as he laughed, my confusion rippling through me as I tried to understand what was so funny to him.
“Sora doesn’t like to talk much, ya know? She’ll only talk if she thinks it necessary.” He waved his fan at his face with his other hand on his cane, which I knew hid his zanpakuto. “Now, down to business. Why don’t you guys go get your gigai before I give them to someone else, hm?”
“Er… right.” I blinked and Rukia, Strawberry, Renji, and I slowly wandered to the backroom. I stopped to glance at Kurosaki and motioned for him to follow, “Aren’t you coming?”
“My body’s at my house,” He muttered. “I’ll wait for you guys before I go get it.”
“Right…” I grimaced, crossing my arms over my chest and following the others into Kisuke’s room with Sora following us slowly.
~ Strawberry’s POV ~
I stared down at my body now that I was in my gigai. This was really stupid, I hated gigais worse then stupid mod-souls. I glanced at Rukia, who was smiling satifactorily at her own gigai in the mirror. My gaze traveled to Nami, her expression uncomfortable as she patted the spot where her mask rements were supposed to be. She must feel exposed if she had no way of showing that she was still her, what with her hole and the crossed out six on her breast concealed from the viewers of the World of the Living. Renji was pursing his lips as he stared down at the jeans and button up shirt he wore, his tattoos above his eyebrows were hidden by some sort of cloth thing… I wasn’t really sure what is was actually. When he saw me looking, he flushed and turned away, making me giggle.
“Are you finished?” Sora asked quietly, poking her head through the doorway and sweeping her gaze across us. “Good, now come before your friends become impatient. The Quincy,” She didn’t sound disgusted as most Soul Reapers did when she said it, “went to change his clothes, he shouldn’t be long. Mr. Kurosaki is out there waiting for you as patiently as he can.”
Rukia and I exchanged a glance and said at the same time, “Which means its time to go.” We laughed and headed for the door as Sora left, Renji and Nami following us quickly. Rukia sighed and mindlessly wandered over to Kurosaki after a while, talking to him in a quiet voice. Renji and I leaned against each other’s backs as best as we could. Nami sort of… curled in on herself. She was sitting next to Sora, who in turn sat next to Kisuke, and she had her body pulled to her, her face buried in her knees. The only reason I knew she wasn’t crying was because her body wasn’t shaking and shuddering, like it had just yesterday when Gin had thrown her on the ground next to Rukia and I. She was so distraught that day, it was the worst memory I’d had by far.
“Sorry it took me so long,” Uryu’s voice said as he entered the shop, pulling at the collar of the shirt he wore. Everyone looked up at him immediately, exasperation glittering in Ichigo and Rukia’s eyes as they caught sight of the outfit. Could he NOT just wear jeans and a t-shirt? “I had to fix my shirt.”
Nami stood up with Sora and Kisuke, all the two gliding towards us with Kisuke looking just a bit clumbsy between them. I could tell that they were older then everyone here just by the way they walked, their face completely clear of almost any emotion other then the soft smiles that they wore. There was no way that Nami was as old as Sora at all because I had heard the rumors of Sora’s treachery before, when she was just a few centuries younger. It was not techinically her who had killed her captain but everyone blamed her because she ran instead of staying to defend herself. Soul Society had apparantly been less civilized back then, so Nami told me when we’d first met. She hadn’t really been alive that long but she certainly seemed old enough to be 1500 years old. Suddenly, Nami’s face became that of a playful young adult and it filled me with confusion.
“Well it’s about time,” She giggled, smiling a bit. “Sora was trying pretty hard to keep me awake over there.” She must have thought something that hurt her because she flinched and closed her eyes, a tear just barely visible as it slid down her cheek. But it could’ve been just an illusion because she opened her eyes and grinned widely, brushing her hand over her cheek and wiping it away without anyone noticing. “Well, let’s go.”
It worried me, her face had never really been that happy before. There was no tiny dull look at the back of her eyes that I remembered seeing so often. She was hiding it better then she ever had, pretending she hadn’t a care in the world as she hooked her arm with Uryu’s and pulled him along with her. Ichigo and Rukia and me and Renji just stood there, uncertain of what exactly to do. Finally, Rukia grabbed Ichigo’s arm and pulled him after Nami and Uryu. Renji quickly followed suit by pulling me up on his back and following them, too.
“Bye bye, now! Be careful and don—” Kisuke cut off as Sora laughed.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting out of this one.” Her voice was like bells as she finally let it flow out like a normal person’s. It was a very pretty high alto sound, much better then the soft whisper that made her voice sound dull and rough. “Come on, Kisuke, before I drag you all the way there.”
I laughed and, as Sora caught up with Renji and me, I linked my hand with hers and pulled her and Kisuke with us. She laughed with me, keeping her firm grip locked around Kisuke’s arm as we arrived at a fair. I didn’t really know what a fair was, actually, since I’d never really cared much for human past times. Kurosaki and Uryu said that they were meant to be fun, something people come and do just to spend time with they friends or something. I was already having fun, how much more fun could one girl have?
Apparantly much, much more.
We went on a thing called ‘Fireball’, a ride that sent us upside down over and over in a huge circle. I really appreciated the name too, since we were in a vehicle that looked like a dragon and since I had a fire zanpakuto. After that, Kurosaki let us stop being dizzy before asking where we should go then. Rukia suggested the giant wheel thing. Nami didn’t seem up for it but she rode it anyways, cringing away from the view and staring down at her hands, barely letting her left side touch Uryu’s right. I was glad that most of the burns on her body could be hidden by the clothes she wore and I was glad I got her out of the Soul Society for a bit, to have some fun. It didn’t seem that she was having fun though, she looked like she was in pain. When we finally got off of the continuously spinning wheel, and after getting stuck at the top for five minutes, I excused myself from the rest of the group and pulled Nami along with me.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked quietly, linking my arm with hers casually as I wandered over to a bench. I was pretending to need to sit down because I had the jitters after being up so high. Ha! And they believed me, how stupid, I wasn’t afraid of heights.
“I used to sit in a window when I was in Hueco Mundo and stare out at the white sand all the time. And I used to lay on the roof with him that was at least as tall as the wheel. The roof was the place where I could calm down and relax and think. That’s where I went to hide after I was told that I was to be made into a weapon.” She didn’t look at me at all, not even when I bent down so I could see her face. All I saw through the curtain of hair was her one eye that had tears falling from it. “He slept there with me once, when I didn’t know what to do after the sun sank too low. He stayed there with me the night before I was killed… a month ago, nearly.”
“Oh Nami,” I whispered, stroking her hair and pulling her into a hug, signaling to the others that there was something wrong. She didn’t hug me back, just sat there as she began shuddering and shaking, letting her tears fall like rain. “I know he hurt you, I know. You have to forget him, you have to wipe him from your memory. He only used you, remember?”
“You wanna know the funny thing?” Nami sniffed, looking up at me through pained green eyes. “He was lying. He was lying and I knew it, I could see through his façade. Even though no one but Zi could see through mine, I could see through everyone elses and I could tell that he was hurting more then I was. He didn’t want me to go, for the first time in his life there was something more then just killing that he loved. He only sent me away to keep me safe, only had Gin give me back because I was in danger of being killed by the same man that had created me. And the only reason Aizen wanted me dead was because I couldn’t kill you, because I couldn’t kill my friends that I had cared so much for and I still care for. I cannot go back to Hueco Mundo without being attacked. I have to wait until Aizen is dead before I can go back, whether Grimmjow,” I watched her flinch at his name, realizing how much pain he really had caused her, when I thought it had been Zilo Telavu. It had always been him, not Zi. I owed him an apology, sort of. I listened carefully as she continued on, “Whether Grimmjow is alive or not doesn’t matter. I can still live here and be a Captain but I would prefer to go back to Hueco Mundo for most of the time. It felt like home after a while.”
“Well…” I started but someone cut me off as they put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Sora, her blue eyes confused as she watched Nami carefully. What could such a wise woman be confused about?
“You… have been offered a Captain’s position?” She asked calmly, cocking her head and letting the large braid fall over to the side. “But you are an arrancar, aren’t you? I thought arrancar were enemies.”
“Not all of them,” I murmured as Kurosaki did the same. He looked at me, watching me nod before he went on, “I met an arrancar in Hueco Mundo named Nel. She had three fraccion but she calls them her brothers and her pet. She was pretty smart, I’ll give her that, but she didn’t seem like the type to hurt Soul Reapers or humans.”
“You just made yourself sound smart, Ichigo,” Kisuke laughed, smiling at him. At first I thought he was talking to me, which made me look up and nearly growl. When I saw where his gaze was, I calmed down though. I listened as I turned my gaze back to Nami, letting his voice carry over to me. “Anyways, the only reason they are offering Nami any position at all is because they would rather she stay and act as a Soul Reaper. Not all of the Captains know that she is an arrancar, just a few of you I’m sure. Captain Yamamoto wouldn’t want that to get around, it could cause the whole Soul Society to riot. Nami probably will never be seen as an arrancar as long as she remains in the Soul Society for the majority of her remaining lifetime.”
Nami stood up and smiled slightly, “Great… guess that means I can’t live in Hueco Mundo.”
“You wanted to live in Hueco Mundo?” Kurosaki asked her, frowning slightly.
She glanced at him with sad green eyes, “It was home… after a while anyways.” She paused and crossed her arms over her chest, “Look, this has been fun for the short time I was doing this but I think I need to get home.”
“Which home?” I whispered, my voice hoarse as I felt the tears come on.
She looked at me and pursed her lips, her childish look back on. “Oh come on, you really think I would be as stupid as to go back to Hueco Mundo now? When I’ve got a knife hanging over my head there? Hell no. I’m going back to Soul Society, silly.”
I stared at her wide-eyed until she left, motioning for Kisuke to get her out of her gigai. When her body fell, I quickly caught, making sure it wasn’t hurt, like a mother would a child. Even though the gigai wasn’t Nami, I still held it like it was, watching as she leapt away. I had Ichigo carry her on his back for a while, just letting her lay there. She looked like she was asleep so no one would say anything about it. Something at the back of my mind kept annoying me and I kept trying to think about what it was. It wasn’t until a couple hours later that it dawned on me.
Nami couldn’t get to Soul Society without a Soul Reaper anymore.
~ End ~
Okie, I sure hoped you enjoyed that because this one caused me to be extremely pissed off over and over again. And I am sorry that my writers block fucked up Nami’s personality in this one, it wasn’t completely my fault. Sora is one of the three new characters that I’m putting in, btw, and I hope you like her because she’s one of my best friend’s characters. Well… here are the pics for it. Hope you like them.
http://s.ecrater.com/stores/118571/4acd8f3fee142_118571n.jpg - Nami’s kimono
http://i36.servimg.com/u/f36/14/06/66/84/ichigo19.jpg - Rukia’s kimono
http://i36.servimg.com/u/f36/14/06/66/84/ichigo18.jpg - Ichigo and her kimono
I have recently learned that the picture for Nami doesn’t work so here is her looks… with pink hair. I also have her black hair now too, short and long. One of them is CC from that show Lolouche or something, I can’t spell it.
http://i36.servimg.com/u/f36/14/06/66/84/nami_411.jpg - Pink haired Nami
http://i37.servimg.com/u/f37/15/47/57/22/nami_a10.jpg - Nami with long black hair
http://i37.servimg.com/u/f37/15/47/57/22/nami_w10.jpg - Nami with short black hair
Thankies very much. –waves-
~Kayler teh Sailor~
Saturday, October 9, 2010
♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Thirteen: What Lies Lurk in Kisses
~ Recap ~
Nami and Grimmjow were having a very lovely make-out cession until Gin popped in and ruined it again. (Nami: Evil perverted bastard…) Yes, yes Nami, we know. Anyways, Nami was assigned to help the creepy Gillian guy but didn’t do much help because he died against Rukia. ^^ And then Ichigo called her an emotionless corpse or something and got this brilliant idea to have Nami make it look like she killed her. Oh yes, and Nami got burned up by Ichigo’s zanpakuto. Enjoy.
~ Story Start ~
I could feel my skin burning angrily as I ran. I was managing to ignore it a little bit but it hurt more and more as I went along, something Ichigo’s zanpakuto caused it to do. If you were burned, even a little bit, it will cause you to feel like you’re being burned alive. I wasn’t surprised it was doing this to me now and I wasn’t planning on getting rid of them, either.
I cried out as the burning feeling became more intense and fell over onto my side, hissing as I landed on my wounded arm and leg. I breathed in quick, shuddering breaths as I pushed myself off the floor. The sound of footsteps just made everything worse for I knew that lying on the ground with third degree burns was only going to make me look weak. I glanced up at the new comer and grimaced when I saw Yammy, his bulky figure the last thing I needed right then.
“Huh?” He asked, looking down at me with a dumbfounded look. “Oh hey, it’s the pet soul reaper. I haven’t seen you since Grimmjow buried your body.”
I blinked, biting down on my lip hard before replying, “Go figure? I haven’t seen you in a while either. Not since I broke your damn hand, can you believe that was only a month ago? Wonder if I could do it again.”
“Why you little…” He started off but was cut off as the silent presence of Ulquiorra caught his attention, surprise echoing from him as his voice faded. I nodded a greeting to the number four espada as I stood, holding my burnt arm with my regular arm. Angel hung loosely from my blue sash, her wing charms jingling as I walked past them with a limp.
“You won’t mention this to Grimmjow, will you boys?” I grunted, “I’d prefer him not to be pissed off at my old friends.”
“Of course not,” Ulquiorra replied, sending surprise through out my body and making me stop to look back at him. “Your secrets are safe with me… unless they are a threat to Lord Aizen.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, continuing to walk towards Grimmjow’s room. “Oh trust me, they aren’t very harmful now. If the Aaronierro was destroyed by such weak soul reapers then he is not worth being an arrancar.”
“Naturally,” Ulquiorra agreed. “He was just trash, just like you were before you became an arrancar.”
I let out a tiny laugh before saying, just before rounding the corner, “Glad to know I’ve been moved up a rank.”
After that, I took off again, stumbling as the burning got even worse. When I finally made it to Grimmjow’s room, I found it empty, to my relief. I quickly slid the door shut tight and collapsed on the floor, hissing in agony as I removed my zanpakuto from her sheath.
“Sing, Angel,” I breathed and began playing the huge harp as easily as possible. I hummed along with the song, biting my lip and tasting blood. After a bit, the burning faded and disappeared, leaving my arm and leg with only scars. I sighed, knocking the harp over, “I’m done with you, Angel.”
The next second, the door slid open and Grimmjow stepped in only to trip over me. I smirked at him, standing up and testing my leg carefully before helping him up. He narrowed his eyes at me angrily before his gaze traveled along the right side of my body. I hadn’t realized it before but it wasn’t just my arm and leg that had been burnt but the whole right side from the end of my collar bone down. Some of my uniform had been burnt off, leaving it bare so you could see my ruined skin.
“What happened?” He demanded, tracing his fingers over the marks. He was pissed and I knew he was about to lose it. But, honestly, he had no reason. I was perfectly fine. When I didn’t answer immediately, he clenched his hands into fists and growled again, “What happened, Nami?”
“The same stuff that usually happens in a fight,” I answered calmly. “Now please calm down, just because your words aren’t as sharp to my ears anymore doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect me in any way.”
“Nami, who the hell did you fight?” Grimmjow hissed, reaching for his zanpakuto’s hilt.
I grabbed it quickly, yanking it away from him and holding it behind my back. My expression was a warning like no other, cold and very upset at his attitude towards me. Sighing, I hugged him with my other arm and nuzzled his neck. “It doesn’t matter… she’s nearly dead as it is. There’s no reason to hate her for such a little thing.”
Grimmjow reached towards my back for his zanpakuto but I dropped onto the ground so he couldn’t reach it with me holding him like I was. He didn’t completely realize what I was trying to do and mistook it for a game. A very sexual game, but a game. I played a long with it… It didn’t matter what we did right now just as long as we lived to see each other in the next few minutes, hours, days, and weeks. We didn’t know how long we were going to last but we were going to make the most of it.
~ Afterwards ~
(Note to Readers: For any of you who are sincerely pissed at me for skipping that oh so lovely scene, I am sorry. Genuinely sorry, really. But I cannot write stories with THAT much sexual intercourse as I send them to my dad and I can’t edit it out. Not to mention Quizilla is very strict now about mature content in stories. Trust me, I know. :/ So, if you want to write in the sex scene and send it to me and I will add this in and make a mature version of this chapter. Thankies so much for not stoning me this day. ^^)
Had I ever had sex with a guy before in my life? No. My dad had kept me on such a tight leash, a very tight leash. I was not allowed to see a guy unless my dad trusted them and I was not to get married until I was certain I loved and I was not to have sex with one until after I got married. So, naturally, in my 420 years, there was no way in hell that I had ever even kissed a guy. Well… now there was and I had gone way further then I ever thought I would.
At that very lovely moment, I was laying on the floor on top of Grimmjow, covered up with his very soft blanket. He had his arms wrapped around me to my back and I just lay there on his chest, stroking his… well I call them boobs; so, stroking his boobs with the feminine fingernails on my hands. I was happy, so blissful and carefree. In fact, if Gin were to burst in right now without knocking, I wouldn’t care. I would just go on laying there until he asked for a threesome… then I would run and hide after shutting the door in his face.
I smiled happily, closing my eyes and listening to his breathing. Ichigo had told me before what sex was like… which was really, really awkward. She had told me it was wonderful but painful, both because of pleasure. I hadn’t realized it was really THAT painful for first timers. Yes, I was a virgin until an hour ago, live with it bitches (< --- Uncharacteristic Nami shit going on now). It was better then anything I had imagined and it did kind of fit my Aspect… except I’m Love, not Making Love.
Grimmjow sat up swiftly, pushing me up with him. He smiled at me, his beautiful blue eyes staring at me like there was no tomorrow. But there was a serious note to him as he stared down at me, “What if we started… dating? Is that the term?”
“Dating?” I blinked at him, eyes widening in surprise. “Like… boyfriend, girlfriend dating?”
“Yeah,” He nodded. He was almost childlike and very un-Grimmjowish; it worried me for a second until I realized it was fine. He was happy was all. It made me smile and I wondered if, after all we’ve been through, if there was going to be more then the boyfriend, girlfriend thing. I hoped so.
“That sounds like a plan, Kitty,” I replied, kissing him gently before pulling back and hopping up. “Well… I’mma take a shower. No, you can’t come in with me. Why? Because a shower is different then sex, obviously. Showers are meant to be personal, sex not so much.”
“I see what you mean,” Grimmjow murmured thoughtfully, standing up and reaching out for the blanket I had got up with. “Since you don’t need that, I think I’ll use it. Just until you get back.”
“Whatever.” I sighed, handing him the black blanket. “Just don’t completely ruin it, I actually like that blanket better then the other ones.”
“Go figure,” He scoffed and took it from me, laying down on the bed and covering up with it. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’m sure you will,” I smiled as I wrapped a towel around myself, magically producing it from the closet. I also pulled out a new pair of cloths and boots and gloves and underwear (they are orange with pink, red, and white butterflies covering them; I’m wearing the same ones now irl o.O), as mine were partially burned… okay really burned on one side. And with that, I left the room.
~ Ichigo’s POV ~
I collapsed on the ground, feeling my blood seep out from my body and mix with Rukia’s as it flowed in with hers. What if we died here? We would be honored Soul Reaper’s and there would be nothing they could say that said we weren’t. We had both inflicted wounds on our opponent, me more mentally then physically but I still hurt her pretty bad. She was lucky I didn’t catch her gorgeous new hair on fire. It just looked like the right half of her body was going to be marked with burns for the rest of her life. Unless she went to Orihime, of course… then she’d be brand new. That wasn’t something Nami would do though, very uncharacteristic for her. She kept battle scars and considered them medals if she wins and proof that she is beatable if she loses.
I grunted with pain as I tried to sit up, craning my neck around to see what was going on now that Nami had left. If only I could sense reiatsu as well as other Soul Reapers… maybe then I’d be a better Captain, at least by a little bit.
It didn’t surprise me when I DID feel reiatsu, just as it entered my 10 feet range. I glanced towards it, groaning as I realized that it was another arrancar and this time it was a really big and scary black man (No racism intended, Ichigo is just afraid of really well muscled black guys… again not intended as an insult). Great… how much better could my luck get?
“So, Aaronierro left the little one alive, too?” He asked, deep voice scaring the hell out of me already. “And Nami left you alive, red? What a pity, I don’t see the fun in killing you now that you are weak but I might as well.” (I don’t know and I don’t personally care what he really says in the show, its meh story and I’ll right it the way I want.)
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as he lunged forward, his zanpakuto out and ready to kill. The soft clang of blades surprised me though as I realized what was going on. Someone had stepped in and stopped our deaths. But… who…? I opened my eyes and gasped, taking in the tall, long dark haired man with the captain’s haori on him.
“C-Captain Kuchiki,” I coughed, tasting blood in my mouth. “What’re you doing here?” It never ceased to amaze me how easy I could talk like I was okay and calm and cool.
He glanced back at me but ignored me, turning his attention back to the arrancar. I assumed that the arrancar was an espada from the way he looked down at all of us. Hmph… espadas were just stuck up. I didn’t stay conscious much longer after that, passing out from blood loss.
~ Nami’s POV ~
I sighed, trudging back down the hall to Grimmjow’s room again. I had taken a nice, hot shower and I had nearly relaxed when I felt a familiar reiatsu enter Las Noches, exactly where I had left Rukia and Ichigo to bleed. I shook my head, leaning up against the wall with a sad expression on my face.
“Oh Byakuya,” I murmured. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing and I sure hope that you win. Please win… please save them.”
“Nami, is that you?” Tia’s voice called a couple feet behind me and I turned around, green eyes wide and fearful until I saw her. “It is you… you look upset.”
“I am,” I nodded, letting my wide eyes close until they were nearly slits. “I’m wondering how many of my friends must get hurt before Orihime is rescued. How many Soul Reapers I must destroy before everything is over and done with.”
“I wish I could help you but I cannot.” She sighed, sympathizing with me. She was the Aspect of Sacrifice, so I heard from Aizen. According to him, Sacrifice was a very Love like Aspect so that was why she could sympathize with me like that. “It is against Aizen’s law but it was not, then I would help you save them all. I really would, or I’d try.”
“Thank you, Tia,” I smiled and turned away, my long pink hair flowing out behind me as I hurried back to Grimmjow’s room. I opened the door swiftly, slamming it shut and sliding down it, hugging my head with my hands and keeping my knees pulled up in the fetal position. I hadn’t even taken notice of Grimmjow until he sat down beside me, hugging me hard and kissing the top of my head as sobs racked my body.
“What happened?” He asked quietly and petting me gently, waiting for me to reply.
Sniffling, I looked up at the wall, never looking at him as I said, “I had a thought earlier… I was wondering how many more of my friends, how many more soul reapers, I would have to kill before everything is over and done with.”
Grimmjow stiffened next to me and I knew he was glaring at something, probably the window or the wall. He nuzzled the top of my head awkwardly and picked me up, setting me down on the bed. I picked at his shirt, which I hadn’t realized that he’d dressed up again. I must have been in there longer then I thought, either that or he just wanted to get dressed.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Grimmjow murmured. “I’m not going to let you go fight anymore. It only hurts you more and I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“Grimmjow… it’s not up to you, it’s up to Aizen,” I hissed that horrible man’s name, clenching my fists and digging my sharp nails into my hands. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be killing ANYTHING. If it weren’t for him I would be happy and laughing with Ichigo and Rukia. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be an arrancar. But if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met you.” I looked up at him, my sea foam eyes meeting his sky blue. He looked sad and I knew that my gaze was full of regret, something I wished I could get rid of now so that I didn’t have to see him so sad. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean I regretted meeting you and I certainly don’t, and couldn’t, but if it weren’t for him, I think we’d all be happy and living easily. You’d still be a Gillian and I’d still be a Soul Reaper. Zilo and Gin and Kaname wouldn’t be gone. Neither would Aizen and the vizards. Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin wouldn’t be living in the human world and Rukia and Strawberry wouldn’t be here, dying as they watch Byakuya Kuchiki fight another espada. Chad, Uryu, and Kurosaki wouldn’t be here either and Orihime wouldn’t. I’m sure Rukia would be executed for giving up her powers and anyone who helped them would be in jail. And none of your fraccion would be dead, Starrk wouldn’t have Lillynette. Yammy wouldn’t be around, Luppi wouldn’t be dead, you wouldn’t have lost your arm in the first place, and I wouldn’t have to be weapon.” I felt out of breath, it was a mouthful and there was still more, “Ichigo’s Sairento would never have been killed by Aizen and they would be married and ready to have cute little Sai’s and Ichigo’s. Zilo and I would be unhappy and sad and constantly hiding our real emotions from the world, being cold and angry. Izuru would have professed his love to me and I would have been overjoyed. I would’ve completely forgotten about my feelings for Zi and I would have little me’s and little Izuru’s running around. And when I have a little black haired baby I’ll leave them somewhere in the Rukongai so that I don’t have to watch them die, just as my mother did for my sister.” I suddenly felt tears spring to my eyes for the first time since I became a hollow, my body shuddering as I let them spill over. Why was I talking about Izuru? I knew that I would never be able to love him, not like I had loved Zilo and not like I loved Grimmjow now. I forced myself to go on now, listening as the door slid open and hoping it was Gin so he could hear every word I said, “And Gin and Rangiku would have confessed their love to each other and had a very sadistic relationship. And Ichigo wouldn’t be falling in love with Renji and Kurosaki would never have fallen in love with Rukia AND Orihime. And Momo and Toshiro wouldn’t be together in secret, Aizen and Momo would’ve gotten together and Momo would have died mysteriously because Aizen is such a sadistic bastard that he would do that right after he lost interest in her and after she had two of her little babies. Kurosaki would probably dead, as would Orihime, Chad, Uryu, and Rukia, me, Strawberry, Yoruichi and K-Kisuke, all because we helped try and save her.” I opened my mouth to go on but I couldn’t, my words forming into cries and sobs as I collapsed on the bed.
“Gin…” Grimmjow whispered, sliding off the bed. “What is it?”
“It appears Lord Aizen has no use for her anymore,” Gin said quietly, pain echoing in his voice as I kept my face buried in the bed. I could feel his gaze burning into me, forcing me to turn my head to look up at him, his red eyes open and his smile gone. “If ya don’t want him to kill her himself, I would recommend you do it. He says if she couldn’t dispose of the Soul Reapers then she deserves to be killed. Tia and Lillynette already know and they are probably on their way here. Or at least Lillynette probably is.” He paused and I held myself back from flinching as Gin placed a hand on my head, “Ya know… you have a very nice point there, little Nami. It would be wise for you to get out of here. Grimmjow… give her to Byakuya. They won’t kill her, I’m sure they’ve been looking for her for a while now.”
“No… I’m not taking her to him. They’ll only try to kill her.” Grimmjow whispered, “I’m sure they’ll try to kill you too, Gin, but you can drop her off. I’m not taking her.”
I shot up, knocking Gin’s hand off my head and jumping off the bed, rushing over to Grimmjow and throwing my arms around him, “Please don’t make me go… please, I don’t want to go.”
“Nami,” Grimmjow looked down at me angrily, any pain wiped from his face as he pushed me away from him. I was pushed into Gin, who held me steady so I wouldn’t fall and glared, for the first time, at Grimmjow as he continued, “Just leave. Whatever it is between us, it’s over.”
“What?!” I asked, staring at him in disbelief. “What do mean by that? Just a couple hours ago you were all for me being right there. You’re going to change your mind because Aizen wants me dead?”
“Nami!” He growled angrily, a fierce look in his eyes. “I NEVER loved you, I just used you. You’re a naïve, childish, little girl who hides her pain behind her smiles. I never cared about you and I only used you for sex. Do you not understand that? Could you not see it?”
My breath caught up in my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut. I opened them again, emotionless and proving how much I wanted to pull my zanpakuto out. “I hope you miss the sound of my voice and my laughs, I hope you miss my tears and my kisses, I hope you miss my hugs and my sayings… because you’ll never hear or feel them again.” I paused long enough to tell him I was thinking before saying, “If you’re used to the constant sound of purring and suddenly it’s gone it leaves room for the blazing noises of sadness.” I saw him flinch and I smiled with evilly and with satisfaction. That would haunt him for a while, I hoped. Gin motioned for me to bend my neck slightly before hitting it hard enough to knock me out.
~ Grimmjow’s POV ~
I lied to her, hurting her more then I had ever dreamed I would. I knew that it was killing her for me to tell her those things but if it got her out of Hueco Mundo alive then the only thing I could do now was be glad she was safe. I kept my emotionless expression on, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to see the pain behind it. I guess I did a pretty good job at acting because her reaction just made everything worse.
She squeezed her beautiful eyes shut tight and then opened them again, the only thing that proved she was angry was a tint of red that showed Angel’s nature returning to her even with the restraints on her. She looked a bit demented as she glared up at me, “I hope you miss the sound of my voice and my laughs, I hope you miss my tears and my kisses, and I hope you miss my hugs and my sayings because you’ll never hear, feel, or have them ever again.” She paused and I knew what she was thinking over all her sayings, “If you’re used to the constant sound of purring and suddenly it’s gone it leaves room for the blazing noises of sadness.” I couldn’t help but flinch as she said the last one. It was the same one she had told me the night before she’d died. That had stuck in my head everyday until she came back and then I was just so happy she’d returned, alive and well. I would give anything to comfort her, the one I loved and the one I was giving up. Her smile made me die a little more inside, the satisfactorily evil smile not looking right with the pink hair embroidering her beautiful face.
I watched as Gin had her tilt her neck just enough so that he could chop down on it and make her drop to the floor, the sound of her skin smacking against a painful memory of how many times I had knocked her out by hitting her head and how many times I had knocked her off the window sill, or nearly knocked her off of the window sill. Gin picked her up and hung her down by his waist.
His red eyed glare was too much for me and as he opened his mouth I knew what he was going to say only too well, “She loves ya still, even though you’ve hurt her with your pathetic lies. She would still stay here with ya even when she knew she was sentenced to death by the one man who created her. She wanted to stay here with ya and try to live out a long happy life with ya. She was more then willing to try to stay here so she could make ya happy.”
“If you love someone the hardest part is to learn to let go of them,” I murmured, half smiling to myself as I said it. “Nami told me to look up sayings the night before she died and I didn’t get too far when I found that one. I didn’t read much more after that because I realized that if she didn’t come back that I would have to let her go. And now, when I was so ready to love her more then I could have possibly imagined, I have to learn to let go again, for her own, and my own, good.”
“I see,” Gin sighed, shaking his head and shunpoing out the door and to where the Soul Reaper was fighting another espada.
~ Ichigo’s POV ~
My eyes fluttered open as I heard something thump down beside me, a barrier of pink blocking my vision. It was an automatic reaction that I reached out towards the new body. I couldn’t help but reach out for Nami as she was thrown down with us, what was I supposed to do? I still looked up to her like an older sister and she had done so much for me even though she was an arrancar now, healing me so I could return to Rukia and then doing me a favor when Rukia had fallen to the ground nearly dead. Nami was still my best friend.
“N… Nami…” I breathed, curling my fingers around Nami’s wrist and pulling her to me slowly as my body fought to keep its strength up. I hugged her unconscious body and nuzzled the top of her head, smiling when I felt her stir. Nami was older and wiser and more serious than me but I was a very maternal person. No matter how many times I looked at Nami, she would always look the same. She didn’t even look like an arrancar at all and I knew that once we got her back into a Soul Reaper uniform she would be good as new, the only proof of being an arrancar were the tiny wings on the left side of her head and the hollow hole that I still hadn’t found. “We’re g-gonna get you home… okay?”
“Ichigo…” She whispered and I blinked down at her when she looked up, her green eyes red and puffy. “Oh Ichigo… I never thought I’d be able to cry again but he just broke my heart. He u-used me and made me feel like a useless whore.”
“Oh, Nami, I’m so sorry,” I gasped quietly, the calm returning to my voice. I felt the maternal actions burning through me like a wild fire, “Tell me who and I promise I will help you do whatever you want to him.”
“No… I don’t w-want anyone to hurt him. I only want him to suffer and grieve now that I am gone.” She sniffled, a tear rolling down her cheek, “I promised he would never get to feel the touch of my lips on his or my hugs that fit so well, I promised he wouldn’t get to hear my laughter, my sobs, or my voice, and I promised that he would feel the pain of being alone so much worse then I ever will.”
The sound of footsteps surprised the both of us and I realized that the black espada’s reiatsu had disappeared. I shuddered and looked up at Byakuya, a guarded look glowed in his dark eyes as he picked Rukia up.
“If you would help Captain Ryu, Ms. Ukitake,” He murmured. “We’re going back to the Soul Society.”
I felt Nami push herself up and her long pink hair fell limply around her young face. Her eyes bore no smile and neither did her lips for that matter. She looked just as depressed as Zi did when he thought I was sleeping. It was an unfair comparison but it was true, even though I was sure that Nami hated Zilo more then anything right now and if not, I did. I wished him the worst of luck from there on and cursed him with the pain of breaking Nami’s heart. She picked me up on her back and followed Byakuya through the door to the Soul Society as a hell butterfly flew out to guide us. I held onto Nami weakly as we entered the door and left Hueco Mundo and Las Noches completely.
~ End ~
I was crying as I wrote some of this. I had no idea what I was doing until I looked in the bathroom mirror. >< It made meh feel like such a babeh. But –shrugs- I guess it doesn’t matter now since it’s all over. I can guarantee that it will probably get even sadder as I go along in Nami’s POV. Poor girl. :/ I may update the Jasper story soon but I would prefer to write the next few chapters of this story first.
~ Kayler teh Sailor ~
Nami and Grimmjow were having a very lovely make-out cession until Gin popped in and ruined it again. (Nami: Evil perverted bastard…) Yes, yes Nami, we know. Anyways, Nami was assigned to help the creepy Gillian guy but didn’t do much help because he died against Rukia. ^^ And then Ichigo called her an emotionless corpse or something and got this brilliant idea to have Nami make it look like she killed her. Oh yes, and Nami got burned up by Ichigo’s zanpakuto. Enjoy.
~ Story Start ~
I could feel my skin burning angrily as I ran. I was managing to ignore it a little bit but it hurt more and more as I went along, something Ichigo’s zanpakuto caused it to do. If you were burned, even a little bit, it will cause you to feel like you’re being burned alive. I wasn’t surprised it was doing this to me now and I wasn’t planning on getting rid of them, either.
I cried out as the burning feeling became more intense and fell over onto my side, hissing as I landed on my wounded arm and leg. I breathed in quick, shuddering breaths as I pushed myself off the floor. The sound of footsteps just made everything worse for I knew that lying on the ground with third degree burns was only going to make me look weak. I glanced up at the new comer and grimaced when I saw Yammy, his bulky figure the last thing I needed right then.
“Huh?” He asked, looking down at me with a dumbfounded look. “Oh hey, it’s the pet soul reaper. I haven’t seen you since Grimmjow buried your body.”
I blinked, biting down on my lip hard before replying, “Go figure? I haven’t seen you in a while either. Not since I broke your damn hand, can you believe that was only a month ago? Wonder if I could do it again.”
“Why you little…” He started off but was cut off as the silent presence of Ulquiorra caught his attention, surprise echoing from him as his voice faded. I nodded a greeting to the number four espada as I stood, holding my burnt arm with my regular arm. Angel hung loosely from my blue sash, her wing charms jingling as I walked past them with a limp.
“You won’t mention this to Grimmjow, will you boys?” I grunted, “I’d prefer him not to be pissed off at my old friends.”
“Of course not,” Ulquiorra replied, sending surprise through out my body and making me stop to look back at him. “Your secrets are safe with me… unless they are a threat to Lord Aizen.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, continuing to walk towards Grimmjow’s room. “Oh trust me, they aren’t very harmful now. If the Aaronierro was destroyed by such weak soul reapers then he is not worth being an arrancar.”
“Naturally,” Ulquiorra agreed. “He was just trash, just like you were before you became an arrancar.”
I let out a tiny laugh before saying, just before rounding the corner, “Glad to know I’ve been moved up a rank.”
After that, I took off again, stumbling as the burning got even worse. When I finally made it to Grimmjow’s room, I found it empty, to my relief. I quickly slid the door shut tight and collapsed on the floor, hissing in agony as I removed my zanpakuto from her sheath.
“Sing, Angel,” I breathed and began playing the huge harp as easily as possible. I hummed along with the song, biting my lip and tasting blood. After a bit, the burning faded and disappeared, leaving my arm and leg with only scars. I sighed, knocking the harp over, “I’m done with you, Angel.”
The next second, the door slid open and Grimmjow stepped in only to trip over me. I smirked at him, standing up and testing my leg carefully before helping him up. He narrowed his eyes at me angrily before his gaze traveled along the right side of my body. I hadn’t realized it before but it wasn’t just my arm and leg that had been burnt but the whole right side from the end of my collar bone down. Some of my uniform had been burnt off, leaving it bare so you could see my ruined skin.
“What happened?” He demanded, tracing his fingers over the marks. He was pissed and I knew he was about to lose it. But, honestly, he had no reason. I was perfectly fine. When I didn’t answer immediately, he clenched his hands into fists and growled again, “What happened, Nami?”
“The same stuff that usually happens in a fight,” I answered calmly. “Now please calm down, just because your words aren’t as sharp to my ears anymore doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect me in any way.”
“Nami, who the hell did you fight?” Grimmjow hissed, reaching for his zanpakuto’s hilt.
I grabbed it quickly, yanking it away from him and holding it behind my back. My expression was a warning like no other, cold and very upset at his attitude towards me. Sighing, I hugged him with my other arm and nuzzled his neck. “It doesn’t matter… she’s nearly dead as it is. There’s no reason to hate her for such a little thing.”
Grimmjow reached towards my back for his zanpakuto but I dropped onto the ground so he couldn’t reach it with me holding him like I was. He didn’t completely realize what I was trying to do and mistook it for a game. A very sexual game, but a game. I played a long with it… It didn’t matter what we did right now just as long as we lived to see each other in the next few minutes, hours, days, and weeks. We didn’t know how long we were going to last but we were going to make the most of it.
~ Afterwards ~
(Note to Readers: For any of you who are sincerely pissed at me for skipping that oh so lovely scene, I am sorry. Genuinely sorry, really. But I cannot write stories with THAT much sexual intercourse as I send them to my dad and I can’t edit it out. Not to mention Quizilla is very strict now about mature content in stories. Trust me, I know. :/ So, if you want to write in the sex scene and send it to me and I will add this in and make a mature version of this chapter. Thankies so much for not stoning me this day. ^^)
Had I ever had sex with a guy before in my life? No. My dad had kept me on such a tight leash, a very tight leash. I was not allowed to see a guy unless my dad trusted them and I was not to get married until I was certain I loved and I was not to have sex with one until after I got married. So, naturally, in my 420 years, there was no way in hell that I had ever even kissed a guy. Well… now there was and I had gone way further then I ever thought I would.
At that very lovely moment, I was laying on the floor on top of Grimmjow, covered up with his very soft blanket. He had his arms wrapped around me to my back and I just lay there on his chest, stroking his… well I call them boobs; so, stroking his boobs with the feminine fingernails on my hands. I was happy, so blissful and carefree. In fact, if Gin were to burst in right now without knocking, I wouldn’t care. I would just go on laying there until he asked for a threesome… then I would run and hide after shutting the door in his face.
I smiled happily, closing my eyes and listening to his breathing. Ichigo had told me before what sex was like… which was really, really awkward. She had told me it was wonderful but painful, both because of pleasure. I hadn’t realized it was really THAT painful for first timers. Yes, I was a virgin until an hour ago, live with it bitches (< --- Uncharacteristic Nami shit going on now). It was better then anything I had imagined and it did kind of fit my Aspect… except I’m Love, not Making Love.
Grimmjow sat up swiftly, pushing me up with him. He smiled at me, his beautiful blue eyes staring at me like there was no tomorrow. But there was a serious note to him as he stared down at me, “What if we started… dating? Is that the term?”
“Dating?” I blinked at him, eyes widening in surprise. “Like… boyfriend, girlfriend dating?”
“Yeah,” He nodded. He was almost childlike and very un-Grimmjowish; it worried me for a second until I realized it was fine. He was happy was all. It made me smile and I wondered if, after all we’ve been through, if there was going to be more then the boyfriend, girlfriend thing. I hoped so.
“That sounds like a plan, Kitty,” I replied, kissing him gently before pulling back and hopping up. “Well… I’mma take a shower. No, you can’t come in with me. Why? Because a shower is different then sex, obviously. Showers are meant to be personal, sex not so much.”
“I see what you mean,” Grimmjow murmured thoughtfully, standing up and reaching out for the blanket I had got up with. “Since you don’t need that, I think I’ll use it. Just until you get back.”
“Whatever.” I sighed, handing him the black blanket. “Just don’t completely ruin it, I actually like that blanket better then the other ones.”
“Go figure,” He scoffed and took it from me, laying down on the bed and covering up with it. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’m sure you will,” I smiled as I wrapped a towel around myself, magically producing it from the closet. I also pulled out a new pair of cloths and boots and gloves and underwear (they are orange with pink, red, and white butterflies covering them; I’m wearing the same ones now irl o.O), as mine were partially burned… okay really burned on one side. And with that, I left the room.
~ Ichigo’s POV ~
I collapsed on the ground, feeling my blood seep out from my body and mix with Rukia’s as it flowed in with hers. What if we died here? We would be honored Soul Reaper’s and there would be nothing they could say that said we weren’t. We had both inflicted wounds on our opponent, me more mentally then physically but I still hurt her pretty bad. She was lucky I didn’t catch her gorgeous new hair on fire. It just looked like the right half of her body was going to be marked with burns for the rest of her life. Unless she went to Orihime, of course… then she’d be brand new. That wasn’t something Nami would do though, very uncharacteristic for her. She kept battle scars and considered them medals if she wins and proof that she is beatable if she loses.
I grunted with pain as I tried to sit up, craning my neck around to see what was going on now that Nami had left. If only I could sense reiatsu as well as other Soul Reapers… maybe then I’d be a better Captain, at least by a little bit.
It didn’t surprise me when I DID feel reiatsu, just as it entered my 10 feet range. I glanced towards it, groaning as I realized that it was another arrancar and this time it was a really big and scary black man (No racism intended, Ichigo is just afraid of really well muscled black guys… again not intended as an insult). Great… how much better could my luck get?
“So, Aaronierro left the little one alive, too?” He asked, deep voice scaring the hell out of me already. “And Nami left you alive, red? What a pity, I don’t see the fun in killing you now that you are weak but I might as well.” (I don’t know and I don’t personally care what he really says in the show, its meh story and I’ll right it the way I want.)
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as he lunged forward, his zanpakuto out and ready to kill. The soft clang of blades surprised me though as I realized what was going on. Someone had stepped in and stopped our deaths. But… who…? I opened my eyes and gasped, taking in the tall, long dark haired man with the captain’s haori on him.
“C-Captain Kuchiki,” I coughed, tasting blood in my mouth. “What’re you doing here?” It never ceased to amaze me how easy I could talk like I was okay and calm and cool.
He glanced back at me but ignored me, turning his attention back to the arrancar. I assumed that the arrancar was an espada from the way he looked down at all of us. Hmph… espadas were just stuck up. I didn’t stay conscious much longer after that, passing out from blood loss.
~ Nami’s POV ~
I sighed, trudging back down the hall to Grimmjow’s room again. I had taken a nice, hot shower and I had nearly relaxed when I felt a familiar reiatsu enter Las Noches, exactly where I had left Rukia and Ichigo to bleed. I shook my head, leaning up against the wall with a sad expression on my face.
“Oh Byakuya,” I murmured. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing and I sure hope that you win. Please win… please save them.”
“Nami, is that you?” Tia’s voice called a couple feet behind me and I turned around, green eyes wide and fearful until I saw her. “It is you… you look upset.”
“I am,” I nodded, letting my wide eyes close until they were nearly slits. “I’m wondering how many of my friends must get hurt before Orihime is rescued. How many Soul Reapers I must destroy before everything is over and done with.”
“I wish I could help you but I cannot.” She sighed, sympathizing with me. She was the Aspect of Sacrifice, so I heard from Aizen. According to him, Sacrifice was a very Love like Aspect so that was why she could sympathize with me like that. “It is against Aizen’s law but it was not, then I would help you save them all. I really would, or I’d try.”
“Thank you, Tia,” I smiled and turned away, my long pink hair flowing out behind me as I hurried back to Grimmjow’s room. I opened the door swiftly, slamming it shut and sliding down it, hugging my head with my hands and keeping my knees pulled up in the fetal position. I hadn’t even taken notice of Grimmjow until he sat down beside me, hugging me hard and kissing the top of my head as sobs racked my body.
“What happened?” He asked quietly and petting me gently, waiting for me to reply.
Sniffling, I looked up at the wall, never looking at him as I said, “I had a thought earlier… I was wondering how many more of my friends, how many more soul reapers, I would have to kill before everything is over and done with.”
Grimmjow stiffened next to me and I knew he was glaring at something, probably the window or the wall. He nuzzled the top of my head awkwardly and picked me up, setting me down on the bed. I picked at his shirt, which I hadn’t realized that he’d dressed up again. I must have been in there longer then I thought, either that or he just wanted to get dressed.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Grimmjow murmured. “I’m not going to let you go fight anymore. It only hurts you more and I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“Grimmjow… it’s not up to you, it’s up to Aizen,” I hissed that horrible man’s name, clenching my fists and digging my sharp nails into my hands. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be killing ANYTHING. If it weren’t for him I would be happy and laughing with Ichigo and Rukia. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be an arrancar. But if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met you.” I looked up at him, my sea foam eyes meeting his sky blue. He looked sad and I knew that my gaze was full of regret, something I wished I could get rid of now so that I didn’t have to see him so sad. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean I regretted meeting you and I certainly don’t, and couldn’t, but if it weren’t for him, I think we’d all be happy and living easily. You’d still be a Gillian and I’d still be a Soul Reaper. Zilo and Gin and Kaname wouldn’t be gone. Neither would Aizen and the vizards. Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin wouldn’t be living in the human world and Rukia and Strawberry wouldn’t be here, dying as they watch Byakuya Kuchiki fight another espada. Chad, Uryu, and Kurosaki wouldn’t be here either and Orihime wouldn’t. I’m sure Rukia would be executed for giving up her powers and anyone who helped them would be in jail. And none of your fraccion would be dead, Starrk wouldn’t have Lillynette. Yammy wouldn’t be around, Luppi wouldn’t be dead, you wouldn’t have lost your arm in the first place, and I wouldn’t have to be weapon.” I felt out of breath, it was a mouthful and there was still more, “Ichigo’s Sairento would never have been killed by Aizen and they would be married and ready to have cute little Sai’s and Ichigo’s. Zilo and I would be unhappy and sad and constantly hiding our real emotions from the world, being cold and angry. Izuru would have professed his love to me and I would have been overjoyed. I would’ve completely forgotten about my feelings for Zi and I would have little me’s and little Izuru’s running around. And when I have a little black haired baby I’ll leave them somewhere in the Rukongai so that I don’t have to watch them die, just as my mother did for my sister.” I suddenly felt tears spring to my eyes for the first time since I became a hollow, my body shuddering as I let them spill over. Why was I talking about Izuru? I knew that I would never be able to love him, not like I had loved Zilo and not like I loved Grimmjow now. I forced myself to go on now, listening as the door slid open and hoping it was Gin so he could hear every word I said, “And Gin and Rangiku would have confessed their love to each other and had a very sadistic relationship. And Ichigo wouldn’t be falling in love with Renji and Kurosaki would never have fallen in love with Rukia AND Orihime. And Momo and Toshiro wouldn’t be together in secret, Aizen and Momo would’ve gotten together and Momo would have died mysteriously because Aizen is such a sadistic bastard that he would do that right after he lost interest in her and after she had two of her little babies. Kurosaki would probably dead, as would Orihime, Chad, Uryu, and Rukia, me, Strawberry, Yoruichi and K-Kisuke, all because we helped try and save her.” I opened my mouth to go on but I couldn’t, my words forming into cries and sobs as I collapsed on the bed.
“Gin…” Grimmjow whispered, sliding off the bed. “What is it?”
“It appears Lord Aizen has no use for her anymore,” Gin said quietly, pain echoing in his voice as I kept my face buried in the bed. I could feel his gaze burning into me, forcing me to turn my head to look up at him, his red eyes open and his smile gone. “If ya don’t want him to kill her himself, I would recommend you do it. He says if she couldn’t dispose of the Soul Reapers then she deserves to be killed. Tia and Lillynette already know and they are probably on their way here. Or at least Lillynette probably is.” He paused and I held myself back from flinching as Gin placed a hand on my head, “Ya know… you have a very nice point there, little Nami. It would be wise for you to get out of here. Grimmjow… give her to Byakuya. They won’t kill her, I’m sure they’ve been looking for her for a while now.”
“No… I’m not taking her to him. They’ll only try to kill her.” Grimmjow whispered, “I’m sure they’ll try to kill you too, Gin, but you can drop her off. I’m not taking her.”
I shot up, knocking Gin’s hand off my head and jumping off the bed, rushing over to Grimmjow and throwing my arms around him, “Please don’t make me go… please, I don’t want to go.”
“Nami,” Grimmjow looked down at me angrily, any pain wiped from his face as he pushed me away from him. I was pushed into Gin, who held me steady so I wouldn’t fall and glared, for the first time, at Grimmjow as he continued, “Just leave. Whatever it is between us, it’s over.”
“What?!” I asked, staring at him in disbelief. “What do mean by that? Just a couple hours ago you were all for me being right there. You’re going to change your mind because Aizen wants me dead?”
“Nami!” He growled angrily, a fierce look in his eyes. “I NEVER loved you, I just used you. You’re a naïve, childish, little girl who hides her pain behind her smiles. I never cared about you and I only used you for sex. Do you not understand that? Could you not see it?”
My breath caught up in my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut. I opened them again, emotionless and proving how much I wanted to pull my zanpakuto out. “I hope you miss the sound of my voice and my laughs, I hope you miss my tears and my kisses, I hope you miss my hugs and my sayings… because you’ll never hear or feel them again.” I paused long enough to tell him I was thinking before saying, “If you’re used to the constant sound of purring and suddenly it’s gone it leaves room for the blazing noises of sadness.” I saw him flinch and I smiled with evilly and with satisfaction. That would haunt him for a while, I hoped. Gin motioned for me to bend my neck slightly before hitting it hard enough to knock me out.
~ Grimmjow’s POV ~
I lied to her, hurting her more then I had ever dreamed I would. I knew that it was killing her for me to tell her those things but if it got her out of Hueco Mundo alive then the only thing I could do now was be glad she was safe. I kept my emotionless expression on, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to see the pain behind it. I guess I did a pretty good job at acting because her reaction just made everything worse.
She squeezed her beautiful eyes shut tight and then opened them again, the only thing that proved she was angry was a tint of red that showed Angel’s nature returning to her even with the restraints on her. She looked a bit demented as she glared up at me, “I hope you miss the sound of my voice and my laughs, I hope you miss my tears and my kisses, and I hope you miss my hugs and my sayings because you’ll never hear, feel, or have them ever again.” She paused and I knew what she was thinking over all her sayings, “If you’re used to the constant sound of purring and suddenly it’s gone it leaves room for the blazing noises of sadness.” I couldn’t help but flinch as she said the last one. It was the same one she had told me the night before she’d died. That had stuck in my head everyday until she came back and then I was just so happy she’d returned, alive and well. I would give anything to comfort her, the one I loved and the one I was giving up. Her smile made me die a little more inside, the satisfactorily evil smile not looking right with the pink hair embroidering her beautiful face.
I watched as Gin had her tilt her neck just enough so that he could chop down on it and make her drop to the floor, the sound of her skin smacking against a painful memory of how many times I had knocked her out by hitting her head and how many times I had knocked her off the window sill, or nearly knocked her off of the window sill. Gin picked her up and hung her down by his waist.
His red eyed glare was too much for me and as he opened his mouth I knew what he was going to say only too well, “She loves ya still, even though you’ve hurt her with your pathetic lies. She would still stay here with ya even when she knew she was sentenced to death by the one man who created her. She wanted to stay here with ya and try to live out a long happy life with ya. She was more then willing to try to stay here so she could make ya happy.”
“If you love someone the hardest part is to learn to let go of them,” I murmured, half smiling to myself as I said it. “Nami told me to look up sayings the night before she died and I didn’t get too far when I found that one. I didn’t read much more after that because I realized that if she didn’t come back that I would have to let her go. And now, when I was so ready to love her more then I could have possibly imagined, I have to learn to let go again, for her own, and my own, good.”
“I see,” Gin sighed, shaking his head and shunpoing out the door and to where the Soul Reaper was fighting another espada.
~ Ichigo’s POV ~
My eyes fluttered open as I heard something thump down beside me, a barrier of pink blocking my vision. It was an automatic reaction that I reached out towards the new body. I couldn’t help but reach out for Nami as she was thrown down with us, what was I supposed to do? I still looked up to her like an older sister and she had done so much for me even though she was an arrancar now, healing me so I could return to Rukia and then doing me a favor when Rukia had fallen to the ground nearly dead. Nami was still my best friend.
“N… Nami…” I breathed, curling my fingers around Nami’s wrist and pulling her to me slowly as my body fought to keep its strength up. I hugged her unconscious body and nuzzled the top of her head, smiling when I felt her stir. Nami was older and wiser and more serious than me but I was a very maternal person. No matter how many times I looked at Nami, she would always look the same. She didn’t even look like an arrancar at all and I knew that once we got her back into a Soul Reaper uniform she would be good as new, the only proof of being an arrancar were the tiny wings on the left side of her head and the hollow hole that I still hadn’t found. “We’re g-gonna get you home… okay?”
“Ichigo…” She whispered and I blinked down at her when she looked up, her green eyes red and puffy. “Oh Ichigo… I never thought I’d be able to cry again but he just broke my heart. He u-used me and made me feel like a useless whore.”
“Oh, Nami, I’m so sorry,” I gasped quietly, the calm returning to my voice. I felt the maternal actions burning through me like a wild fire, “Tell me who and I promise I will help you do whatever you want to him.”
“No… I don’t w-want anyone to hurt him. I only want him to suffer and grieve now that I am gone.” She sniffled, a tear rolling down her cheek, “I promised he would never get to feel the touch of my lips on his or my hugs that fit so well, I promised he wouldn’t get to hear my laughter, my sobs, or my voice, and I promised that he would feel the pain of being alone so much worse then I ever will.”
The sound of footsteps surprised the both of us and I realized that the black espada’s reiatsu had disappeared. I shuddered and looked up at Byakuya, a guarded look glowed in his dark eyes as he picked Rukia up.
“If you would help Captain Ryu, Ms. Ukitake,” He murmured. “We’re going back to the Soul Society.”
I felt Nami push herself up and her long pink hair fell limply around her young face. Her eyes bore no smile and neither did her lips for that matter. She looked just as depressed as Zi did when he thought I was sleeping. It was an unfair comparison but it was true, even though I was sure that Nami hated Zilo more then anything right now and if not, I did. I wished him the worst of luck from there on and cursed him with the pain of breaking Nami’s heart. She picked me up on her back and followed Byakuya through the door to the Soul Society as a hell butterfly flew out to guide us. I held onto Nami weakly as we entered the door and left Hueco Mundo and Las Noches completely.
~ End ~
I was crying as I wrote some of this. I had no idea what I was doing until I looked in the bathroom mirror. >< It made meh feel like such a babeh. But –shrugs- I guess it doesn’t matter now since it’s all over. I can guarantee that it will probably get even sadder as I go along in Nami’s POV. Poor girl. :/ I may update the Jasper story soon but I would prefer to write the next few chapters of this story first.
~ Kayler teh Sailor ~
♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Twelve: Internal Wounds
~Recap~
Nami grew wings and Grimmjow complained about it. That is the best damn recap I’ve ever done. Lol This one may be shorter but oh well. Starting with Nami.
~Story Start~
I sighed. My body hurt like hell. Orihime had been able to remove the wings but healing the internal wounds that Angel had given me and I had given to Angel was a bit difficult according to her.
“You should get some sleep,” Grimmjow yawned from his bed, just waking up.
“I just got up, Grimmjow, I’m not going to bed again.” I mumbled, glancing down at him from the window. “Besides, I can’t get comfortable.”
“Play your harp,” He suggested, keeping his eyes closed.
“She’s still asleep.”
“Oh, of course,” He sighed. “It lasts a lot longer when you say it then anyone else, huh?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why,” I shook my head. “I just hope they don’t bring my dad here. Cause when he sees how I am now, he’s not going to let me out of the house until I force my way out. He, Shunsui, and Izuru Kira are the only other people who know how to get me to stop in bankai. So if any of them come, they can put me to sleep in an instant and probably take me back.” I stopped and closed my eyes, noticing that Grimmjow had gotten out of bed to stand below me. I listened carefully, expecting him to jump up but he didn’t.
“Do you want to go back, then?” He murmured and I opened my eyes wide and looked down at him.
“Well…” I mumbled, “No, not really. I want to stay because I won’t be accepted back home… but also because of you. And I don’t want to stay because I miss my home.”
“Good thing is, if they take you away,” Grimmjow chuckled, suddenly in front of me, pushing me up against the wall I leaned against. “You can always come back.”
I blushed and glanced away, “Y-yeah.”
“Why is your Aspect of Death Love?” Grimmjow asked quietly, leaning closer.
I blushed darker, “D-did I not tell you?”
“Nope,” Grimmjow smirked, waiting for me to answer.
“U-um…” I bit my lip hard, waiting until I tasted blood before saying. “To be the Aspect of Love, you must either die for love or with love. I didn’t technically die with love but they were watching.”
“Oh please tell me you didn’t fall in love with Gin,” Grimmjow growled, backing away from me.
I let out a bubbly laugh and shook my head, “Gross. He’s perverted.” I grimaced, “Did they not talk about me after I died? I recall Angel telling me plenty of things.”
“Yeah, said you were content with dying as long as I was there.” He chuckled before his eyes widened. “Wait… me?”
I nodded, blinking and smirking, “You.”
He didn’t even give me enough to brace myself before he smashed his lips against mine, moving enough so that we were in a comfortable position. It was a lot different then the first three we’d shared. It was more passionate and full of desire. He forced his hand beneath my shirt, caressing my breast gently before squeezing harder and causing a moan to slip muffled from my lips. The noise seemed to drive him on and he pulled me closer to him, removing his lips from mine and kissing my neck gently before biting down at the most sensitive spot. I sucked in and racked my nails down his back, slicing through his shirt.
The sound of the door opening surprised me and I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Grimmjow looked up with a frustrated expression on his face. I sighed when I saw Gin, smiling evilly at us.
“Am I interrupting ya?” He asked.
I glared at him, “Yes.”
“That’s not nice,” Gin frowned. “Most people would say no.”
“Opening the door without knocking isn’t nice,” I pointed out.
Chuckling, he said, “Strawberry has made it back to Rukia.”
I sighed, pulling Grimmjow’s hand out of my shirt. “And you need what from me?”
“They’re fighting Aaronierro.”
“And?”
Gin smiled, “You are to help him.”
I closed my eyes and held back the anger I felt consuming me, “Where are they?”
“Follow the reiatsu,” Gin said before walking away.
“I’d better go,” I sighed, pushing Grimmjow off me and kissing him gently before hopping down on the ground. I waved up at him and disappeared, finding myself behind Aaronierro. “Gin told me to help out.”
“I don’t need help against these weak Soul Reapers.” Aaronierro spat at me but I ignored him, walking up to stand beside him.
“Two on two,” I murmured. “If I know these two, and I do, they will try to team up to fight. That is dangerous.”
The arrancar growled at me but said nothing else as Ichigo and Rukia moved forward to their desired opponent. I sighed sadly when Ichigo moved to fight me again. There was no point in fighting her, I didn’t want to.
“Okay,” I muttered and drew my zanpakuto. “I don’t need this but I might as well use it.”
“Don’t get cocky!” Ichigo yelled and charged at me, her zanpakuto not even in its shikai. I ran at her too, pain echoing in my eyes. I lifted my blade to strike her but gasped when she disappeared. I glanced behind me and flew off to one side when her zanpakuto sliced the air where I had been a moment before. “See? What’d I say?”
“You’re learning,” I smiled. “Since when were you that fast?”
“I’ve been improving,” She laughed, a friendly glint in her eyes. “I had to run around a lot.”
“I can imagine, being a Captain now and all.” I jerked forward at the same time she did, our blades clashing together. I imagined Ichigo’s wolf growling at my angel. It was a funny sight but it was depressing as well. Light Render was a gentle zanpakuto unlike Angel. Ichigo and I basically needed to switch spirits. I’m sure she would’ve been happy to. But she would be in my situation and I in hers… maybe.
“Yeah, certainly isn’t easy.” She hissed and tried to move behind me, being blocked as I whirled around. “But I’m glad I can actually clash blades with you now, makes it a little more difficult for you.”
“A little,” My smile grew to a grin as we leapt back. She hissed and jumped into the air, throwing her zanpakuto up above her. I heard her growl ‘Assimilate’ and watched as she caught the staff in her hand. “You’re defenseless now Ichigo, you know better.”
“Defenseless… Ha! My ass!” She cried, shunpoing behind me. Or so I thought. I turned around to stop her only to find her above me as fire rained down on me, burning my right arm and leg as I ran away again.
“Ouch,” I hissed, grabbing my arm. “Damn you got me. Not bad, Captain, not bad at all.”
“Not bad yourself,” She laughed, her smile happy as she waited for me to recover. “Hurry up, or I’ll—”
Rukia’s spiritual pressure disappeared along with Aaronierro’s suddenly and I let out a terrified squeal. Ichigo growled angrily and raced to Rukia’s side, tears streaming down her cheeks. When she looked up at me and saw that I had no tears, she gave me an outraged look. “So, not only are you an arrancar but you don’t care anymore for us either?!”
“Ichigo, please,” I mumbled, giving her a sad look. “Enough with your hateful words and let me explain before you accuse me of things that are untrue. I cannot cry. I am not sure why, other arrancar can cry. Well… most of them can. Lillynette doesn’t seem able to.”
“Basically you have become just as emotionless as a corpse.” She growled back, glaring at me.
“I never said I was emotionless. I am not Ulquiorra. I am still me, despite the way I look.” I sighed.
“Yeah, I noticed your hair grew.” She murmured before jumping up, “Nami! You have to make it look like you killed me!”
“I’m the Aspect of Love, I can’t do that.” I growled, eyes wide with fear as Angel urged me on again.
“You HAVE to,” Ichigo begged, running forward. “Please, Nami. I know that you are still you,” I could tell she was lying as she said it, “but I still need you to do this.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and bowed my head, “Fine.” I saw her smile and keep smiling as I darted forward and stab her in the stomach, just as Aaronierro had done to Rukia. I flinched as her blood dripped down onto my burnt hand. “I’m sorry, Ichigo. I hope someone finds you before the others come.”
“Thank you, Nami,” She mumbled as I pulled Angel from her and let her fall. I raced away, faltering once and a while as my leg and arm started to burn worse.
~End~
Okie. A little late, and a little short but hey, at least you’ve got one. Hope you liked it.
Nami grew wings and Grimmjow complained about it. That is the best damn recap I’ve ever done. Lol This one may be shorter but oh well. Starting with Nami.
~Story Start~
I sighed. My body hurt like hell. Orihime had been able to remove the wings but healing the internal wounds that Angel had given me and I had given to Angel was a bit difficult according to her.
“You should get some sleep,” Grimmjow yawned from his bed, just waking up.
“I just got up, Grimmjow, I’m not going to bed again.” I mumbled, glancing down at him from the window. “Besides, I can’t get comfortable.”
“Play your harp,” He suggested, keeping his eyes closed.
“She’s still asleep.”
“Oh, of course,” He sighed. “It lasts a lot longer when you say it then anyone else, huh?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why,” I shook my head. “I just hope they don’t bring my dad here. Cause when he sees how I am now, he’s not going to let me out of the house until I force my way out. He, Shunsui, and Izuru Kira are the only other people who know how to get me to stop in bankai. So if any of them come, they can put me to sleep in an instant and probably take me back.” I stopped and closed my eyes, noticing that Grimmjow had gotten out of bed to stand below me. I listened carefully, expecting him to jump up but he didn’t.
“Do you want to go back, then?” He murmured and I opened my eyes wide and looked down at him.
“Well…” I mumbled, “No, not really. I want to stay because I won’t be accepted back home… but also because of you. And I don’t want to stay because I miss my home.”
“Good thing is, if they take you away,” Grimmjow chuckled, suddenly in front of me, pushing me up against the wall I leaned against. “You can always come back.”
I blushed and glanced away, “Y-yeah.”
“Why is your Aspect of Death Love?” Grimmjow asked quietly, leaning closer.
I blushed darker, “D-did I not tell you?”
“Nope,” Grimmjow smirked, waiting for me to answer.
“U-um…” I bit my lip hard, waiting until I tasted blood before saying. “To be the Aspect of Love, you must either die for love or with love. I didn’t technically die with love but they were watching.”
“Oh please tell me you didn’t fall in love with Gin,” Grimmjow growled, backing away from me.
I let out a bubbly laugh and shook my head, “Gross. He’s perverted.” I grimaced, “Did they not talk about me after I died? I recall Angel telling me plenty of things.”
“Yeah, said you were content with dying as long as I was there.” He chuckled before his eyes widened. “Wait… me?”
I nodded, blinking and smirking, “You.”
He didn’t even give me enough to brace myself before he smashed his lips against mine, moving enough so that we were in a comfortable position. It was a lot different then the first three we’d shared. It was more passionate and full of desire. He forced his hand beneath my shirt, caressing my breast gently before squeezing harder and causing a moan to slip muffled from my lips. The noise seemed to drive him on and he pulled me closer to him, removing his lips from mine and kissing my neck gently before biting down at the most sensitive spot. I sucked in and racked my nails down his back, slicing through his shirt.
The sound of the door opening surprised me and I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Grimmjow looked up with a frustrated expression on his face. I sighed when I saw Gin, smiling evilly at us.
“Am I interrupting ya?” He asked.
I glared at him, “Yes.”
“That’s not nice,” Gin frowned. “Most people would say no.”
“Opening the door without knocking isn’t nice,” I pointed out.
Chuckling, he said, “Strawberry has made it back to Rukia.”
I sighed, pulling Grimmjow’s hand out of my shirt. “And you need what from me?”
“They’re fighting Aaronierro.”
“And?”
Gin smiled, “You are to help him.”
I closed my eyes and held back the anger I felt consuming me, “Where are they?”
“Follow the reiatsu,” Gin said before walking away.
“I’d better go,” I sighed, pushing Grimmjow off me and kissing him gently before hopping down on the ground. I waved up at him and disappeared, finding myself behind Aaronierro. “Gin told me to help out.”
“I don’t need help against these weak Soul Reapers.” Aaronierro spat at me but I ignored him, walking up to stand beside him.
“Two on two,” I murmured. “If I know these two, and I do, they will try to team up to fight. That is dangerous.”
The arrancar growled at me but said nothing else as Ichigo and Rukia moved forward to their desired opponent. I sighed sadly when Ichigo moved to fight me again. There was no point in fighting her, I didn’t want to.
“Okay,” I muttered and drew my zanpakuto. “I don’t need this but I might as well use it.”
“Don’t get cocky!” Ichigo yelled and charged at me, her zanpakuto not even in its shikai. I ran at her too, pain echoing in my eyes. I lifted my blade to strike her but gasped when she disappeared. I glanced behind me and flew off to one side when her zanpakuto sliced the air where I had been a moment before. “See? What’d I say?”
“You’re learning,” I smiled. “Since when were you that fast?”
“I’ve been improving,” She laughed, a friendly glint in her eyes. “I had to run around a lot.”
“I can imagine, being a Captain now and all.” I jerked forward at the same time she did, our blades clashing together. I imagined Ichigo’s wolf growling at my angel. It was a funny sight but it was depressing as well. Light Render was a gentle zanpakuto unlike Angel. Ichigo and I basically needed to switch spirits. I’m sure she would’ve been happy to. But she would be in my situation and I in hers… maybe.
“Yeah, certainly isn’t easy.” She hissed and tried to move behind me, being blocked as I whirled around. “But I’m glad I can actually clash blades with you now, makes it a little more difficult for you.”
“A little,” My smile grew to a grin as we leapt back. She hissed and jumped into the air, throwing her zanpakuto up above her. I heard her growl ‘Assimilate’ and watched as she caught the staff in her hand. “You’re defenseless now Ichigo, you know better.”
“Defenseless… Ha! My ass!” She cried, shunpoing behind me. Or so I thought. I turned around to stop her only to find her above me as fire rained down on me, burning my right arm and leg as I ran away again.
“Ouch,” I hissed, grabbing my arm. “Damn you got me. Not bad, Captain, not bad at all.”
“Not bad yourself,” She laughed, her smile happy as she waited for me to recover. “Hurry up, or I’ll—”
Rukia’s spiritual pressure disappeared along with Aaronierro’s suddenly and I let out a terrified squeal. Ichigo growled angrily and raced to Rukia’s side, tears streaming down her cheeks. When she looked up at me and saw that I had no tears, she gave me an outraged look. “So, not only are you an arrancar but you don’t care anymore for us either?!”
“Ichigo, please,” I mumbled, giving her a sad look. “Enough with your hateful words and let me explain before you accuse me of things that are untrue. I cannot cry. I am not sure why, other arrancar can cry. Well… most of them can. Lillynette doesn’t seem able to.”
“Basically you have become just as emotionless as a corpse.” She growled back, glaring at me.
“I never said I was emotionless. I am not Ulquiorra. I am still me, despite the way I look.” I sighed.
“Yeah, I noticed your hair grew.” She murmured before jumping up, “Nami! You have to make it look like you killed me!”
“I’m the Aspect of Love, I can’t do that.” I growled, eyes wide with fear as Angel urged me on again.
“You HAVE to,” Ichigo begged, running forward. “Please, Nami. I know that you are still you,” I could tell she was lying as she said it, “but I still need you to do this.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and bowed my head, “Fine.” I saw her smile and keep smiling as I darted forward and stab her in the stomach, just as Aaronierro had done to Rukia. I flinched as her blood dripped down onto my burnt hand. “I’m sorry, Ichigo. I hope someone finds you before the others come.”
“Thank you, Nami,” She mumbled as I pulled Angel from her and let her fall. I raced away, faltering once and a while as my leg and arm started to burn worse.
~End~
Okie. A little late, and a little short but hey, at least you’ve got one. Hope you liked it.
♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Eleven: Angel of Darkness
~Recap~
Ichigo woke up just as Nami disappeared and she ran after Rukia. Nami showed off her second shikai and then used her bankai only to be put to sleep by Grimmjow. Lillynette found out she was back and burst into Grimmjow’s room. Nami is still afraid of the dark and she has longer hair down to her waist because of Angel.
~Story Start~
I sighed, pulling the brush in my hands through my too long pink hair. I hated long hair like this but if I cut it off, Angel would just grow it back again. I was debating on just going ahead and dying it black but that would require going to the World of the Living. Maybe if Angel got tired of my hair she would do it on her own. I heard Grimmjow murmur something in his sleep, making me turn around just a bit to smile at his sleeping face. He was adorable for a man that looked at least twenty. I turned back around, continuing to brush through my hair.
Why did I let go? I asked myself quietly, setting the brush down in my lap. I glanced up at the window and shook my head, I didn’t remember. I should but I didn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut, going through the memories I had before Aizen’s sword pierced me. It was all really fuzzy but I could remember some of things because it wasn’t that long ago. I recalled Tia being the last thing I saw and feeling regret as I saw the pain in her eyes. I did remember Grimmjow being there and me wishing I had told Lillynette no. Without meaning to, I growled out loud, “Damnit, Nami, think!”
“Think about what?” Grimmjow grumbled behind me, making me whirl around in surprise and stare at him. When he saw me staring, he frowned, “What the hell you staring at?”
“The ugliest thing in the world,” I retorted sharply, standing up swiftly.
“Oh thank you so much,” He growled. “By the way, you forgot to take your other eye off your forehead.”
I grinned, “Nice comeback.”
“Picked up from your mom,” He chuckled, making me flinch and turn away again. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” He sounded like he had gotten off the bed and come up behind me.
“I don’t have a mother,” I whispered, hugging my arms gently. “Or at least I don’t know her.”
“How’s that possible?” He asked, pulling me to him and hugging me from behind. “Everyone has a mother.”
“I was abandoned at birth outside of my dad’s house,” I muttered. “My dad said he didn’t see anyone when he found me.”
“I’m sorry, Nami,” Grimmjow whispered in my ear. I turned around and looked up at him, reaching up but growling angrily as someone knocked on the door.
“Why the hell do people call so early in the damn morning?” I hissed as I wrenched the door open hard, an irritated look on my face. “Do you need something, Ulquiorra?”
“Lord Aizen has sent me to retrieve you,” The emotionless man murmured.
“Retrieve? Really? I didn’t fucking run away, I’m right here.” I growled, opening the door wider. “Just wait outside, alright? I need to get dressed.”
He glared at me but said nothing, moving to stand right next to the door as I shut it. I moved to the closet, pulling out a new pair of shorts and another shirt. “Now I’m in a bad mood. I may just make sure that I don’t put a kido on certain people just because I’m so pissed off.”
“Do that and they might actually kill you,” Grimmjow sighed, turning around. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I pulled my clothes off, putting the new ones on immediately. When I’d finished, I jumped on his back.
“Yeah… maybe they will. But, as Aizen said, I’m their weapon of mass destruction and I will be used as such until I am no longer needed.” I sighed, nuzzling the back of his neck and breathing in his scent.
He began walking, “I’m sure he’s going to need you for a while longer. You’re the most powerful arrancar he’s had yet.” He opened the door and walked out, Ulquiorra glaring at me as I smiled apologetically at him.
“You should laugh sometime, Ulquiorra. Maybe it’ll bring some color into that emotionless, dull life of yours.” I suggested calmly.
“And what makes you say that?” He asked, keeping his emotions in tune as he led the way to the roof.
“Seven days without a laugh makes one weak,” I replied, laying my chin on Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Laughter is the sun that drives the winter off of man’s face.”
“So, you think me weak?” He asked coldly.
“No, I think you are broken, as I am. I just pretend to be happy so that I don’t hurt others.”
“I am happy.”
“I think not,” I stared at the back of his head as he continued to walk, wondering if he were irritated yet. “I think you’re just as hurt as I am, if not more.”
Ulquiorra gave an annoyed sigh and kept silent for the rest of the way, bringing us out into the sunlight. I hopped off of Grimmjow’s back and stretched, clapping my hands together and murmuring, “Protect their minds from her deathly screams,” I paused and continued, “Kido #192 Deafen! (Not real I know, I just made it up)”
I watched as a black barrier covered everyone’s ears, inside the building and outside. Slowly drawing my sword, I took in a deep breath and whispered, “Scream, Dark Angel.” As I twirled the blade around, it changed into a flute again. Motioning for everyone to step back, I closed my eyes and murmured, “Ban… kai!”
~Angel’s POV~
I hissed happily as Nami called her bankai again, allowing me to take control and transform her into me, letting her be the spirit. As the light finished and died down, I grinned at the five men standing around me.
“Just be glad she fixed your ears up,” I growled calmly. “Otherwise my words would be shredding your minds into tiny pieces… and my scream would be worse. Now, bring out your hollow, let me show you what happens to those listening in.”
Aizen motioned towards the ground at three huge hollows, “They are yours to toy with.”
“This is going to be child’s play,” I scoffed, running between the silver haired man Nami called Gin and the emotionless man she called Ulquiorra. I leapt off the roof, falling down some before I flapped my wings hard to catch myself. There was no other wind to hold me up here, really so I sunk lower to the ground until I could pull my wings in and land. The three hollows immediately charged at me, finding me vulnerable and weak since I carried no weapon. Opening my mouth wide, I let out a blood curdling scream, the sound waves piercing them and, taking a moment, making their heads explode. I let out a bubbly laugh as raised my arms into the air. “It would take longer for a Soul Reaper or an Arrancar’s head to explode, but that’s the just of it.”
“Well done,” Aizen nodded with approval. “Now, as Nami had already released her shikai, I presume that you are the one that goes into resureccion?”
“Naturally,” I nodded slowly. “As Nami prefers to keep her bloodlust down, I am the only one who can go into resureccion without completely destroying myself. Nami would not be able to handle the lust for blood and beg her opponent to kill her. Her Aspect of Death is Love, after all. I do not share that Aspect though as I have always been a ‘blood thirsty bitch’ according to Nami and her friend Strawberry Dragon.”
“Good,” Aizen chuckled. “How do you go into your resureccion?”
I held out my hand, “Nami.” A zanpakuto appeared in my hand and the men watched me as I unsheathed it, blowing on the blade gently before murmuring, “Itami o motarasu, Nami.”
Another flash of light and I looked down. I’d never went into resureccion and I doubted there would be another time, so I looked myself over. One of my wings was white and the other black and I had two shades of hair color. The half of my hair that was on the side of the white wing was pink and the other half was black. I looked up at Aizen and saw myself reflected in his brown eyes. I frowned, it appeared that half of my face was Nami’s and the other half was mine. I also noticed that we had the same face except for our eyes and hair color. As I reached back to feel the wings, I felt that the black one was an actual wing and the white was made from the hollow mask Nami had worn.
“So, to awaken Nami in zanpakuto form, you say ‘Bring them Pain?’” Gin asked, his smile in place. “That’s quite an odd saying for the arrancar that died for love.”
“Yes, it would be odd for her if she were an arrancar at the moment,” As I spoke, I heard Nami’s voice mixed with mine. “But, as she is a zanpakuto, her personality as become more like Ulquiorra over there and she will do her master’s bidding.”
“But you’re not her master,” I heard Nami’s little boy toy call out, irritating the fuck out of me. “She told me before she died that she belonged to me and no one else. So, really, I am the master.”
“And as the master, I would suggest you shut the hell up before I kill you!” I yelled at him, hearing Nami’s cry within my mind. “Just because you own her does not mean that you can order her around in zanpakuto form. She does as I command.”
“I’m afraid Grimmjow is right, Angel.” Aizen called out, frowning thoughtfully, “Nami has been branded with Grimmjow’s number and, if you’ll look, you will find that it is still branded on the left side of you.”
I hissed and ripped the shirt open, glaring down at the number six on Nami’s boob. The hollow hole sat directly under the breast, beneath where her heart should’ve been. I growled in outrage, glaring at Grimmjow. “You do not control her! She is not yours to control!”
Stop! Nami yelled in my head, Go to sleep, Angel!
I gasped and fell backwards, blacking out before I hit the ground.
~Grimmjow’s POV~
“Damnit!” I yelled and raced to catch her as she fell. “How the hell did this happen?”
Aizen walked up beside me and sighed, “It appears Nami knew what she was going to do before Angel could act. She must have put herself to sleep.”
I glanced up at Aizen, holding my tongue as he examined Nami. He frowned, motioning towards wounds that had never been there before, “It would appear that her body tries to break itself down when Angel goes into resureccion. She and Nami are constantly fighting against each other, mentally clashing their blades and slicing at each other to see which one will win. The higher Angel’s reiatsu, the more changes occur to Nami’s body. Yesterday it was the hair length, today it is the wings.”
“Wings?” I asked absently before feeling the feathers. “Damnit! I wish this would stop happening!”
“And why’s that?” Aizen asked calmly.
I paused, “I didn’t want her to become an arrancar. I wanted her to stay a soul reaper and live as a soul reaper should. But she didn’t want that… she seems like she doesn’t want it now that she’s alive again. I’m not completely sure she wanted to be an arrancar, which is the real reason she pulled her zanpakuto out.”
“Since when have you ever felt anything for anyone, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques? She is just a little girl that stays in your room, is she not?” Kaname called out to me.
“No, she’s not just some little girl,” I spat back. “I l- I don’t know how to describe it!”
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at me but the action didn’t appear to have happened a second before. The others just stared down at me, slightly confused and slightly bored. Or in Aizen’s case, just completely bored.
“Just take her to Orihime,” He grumbled.
~End~
Shorter but I liked it enough. I’m busy on my site right now so I will write more tomorrow or when I get home (I’m going home Sunday :D). I hope no one completely hates me by now since I fucked up Grimmjow’s personality. I’m trying to find Aizen’s downfall in the Japanese Episodes so that I can laugh at him. Lol I ha- don’t like his guts. Thank you and have a wonderful night.
Btw, I think I’m going to make Angel’s theme song, ‘Angel of Darkness’. I don’t know who sings it but it’s a girl.
~Kayler teh Sailor~
Ichigo woke up just as Nami disappeared and she ran after Rukia. Nami showed off her second shikai and then used her bankai only to be put to sleep by Grimmjow. Lillynette found out she was back and burst into Grimmjow’s room. Nami is still afraid of the dark and she has longer hair down to her waist because of Angel.
~Story Start~
I sighed, pulling the brush in my hands through my too long pink hair. I hated long hair like this but if I cut it off, Angel would just grow it back again. I was debating on just going ahead and dying it black but that would require going to the World of the Living. Maybe if Angel got tired of my hair she would do it on her own. I heard Grimmjow murmur something in his sleep, making me turn around just a bit to smile at his sleeping face. He was adorable for a man that looked at least twenty. I turned back around, continuing to brush through my hair.
Why did I let go? I asked myself quietly, setting the brush down in my lap. I glanced up at the window and shook my head, I didn’t remember. I should but I didn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut, going through the memories I had before Aizen’s sword pierced me. It was all really fuzzy but I could remember some of things because it wasn’t that long ago. I recalled Tia being the last thing I saw and feeling regret as I saw the pain in her eyes. I did remember Grimmjow being there and me wishing I had told Lillynette no. Without meaning to, I growled out loud, “Damnit, Nami, think!”
“Think about what?” Grimmjow grumbled behind me, making me whirl around in surprise and stare at him. When he saw me staring, he frowned, “What the hell you staring at?”
“The ugliest thing in the world,” I retorted sharply, standing up swiftly.
“Oh thank you so much,” He growled. “By the way, you forgot to take your other eye off your forehead.”
I grinned, “Nice comeback.”
“Picked up from your mom,” He chuckled, making me flinch and turn away again. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” He sounded like he had gotten off the bed and come up behind me.
“I don’t have a mother,” I whispered, hugging my arms gently. “Or at least I don’t know her.”
“How’s that possible?” He asked, pulling me to him and hugging me from behind. “Everyone has a mother.”
“I was abandoned at birth outside of my dad’s house,” I muttered. “My dad said he didn’t see anyone when he found me.”
“I’m sorry, Nami,” Grimmjow whispered in my ear. I turned around and looked up at him, reaching up but growling angrily as someone knocked on the door.
“Why the hell do people call so early in the damn morning?” I hissed as I wrenched the door open hard, an irritated look on my face. “Do you need something, Ulquiorra?”
“Lord Aizen has sent me to retrieve you,” The emotionless man murmured.
“Retrieve? Really? I didn’t fucking run away, I’m right here.” I growled, opening the door wider. “Just wait outside, alright? I need to get dressed.”
He glared at me but said nothing, moving to stand right next to the door as I shut it. I moved to the closet, pulling out a new pair of shorts and another shirt. “Now I’m in a bad mood. I may just make sure that I don’t put a kido on certain people just because I’m so pissed off.”
“Do that and they might actually kill you,” Grimmjow sighed, turning around. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I pulled my clothes off, putting the new ones on immediately. When I’d finished, I jumped on his back.
“Yeah… maybe they will. But, as Aizen said, I’m their weapon of mass destruction and I will be used as such until I am no longer needed.” I sighed, nuzzling the back of his neck and breathing in his scent.
He began walking, “I’m sure he’s going to need you for a while longer. You’re the most powerful arrancar he’s had yet.” He opened the door and walked out, Ulquiorra glaring at me as I smiled apologetically at him.
“You should laugh sometime, Ulquiorra. Maybe it’ll bring some color into that emotionless, dull life of yours.” I suggested calmly.
“And what makes you say that?” He asked, keeping his emotions in tune as he led the way to the roof.
“Seven days without a laugh makes one weak,” I replied, laying my chin on Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Laughter is the sun that drives the winter off of man’s face.”
“So, you think me weak?” He asked coldly.
“No, I think you are broken, as I am. I just pretend to be happy so that I don’t hurt others.”
“I am happy.”
“I think not,” I stared at the back of his head as he continued to walk, wondering if he were irritated yet. “I think you’re just as hurt as I am, if not more.”
Ulquiorra gave an annoyed sigh and kept silent for the rest of the way, bringing us out into the sunlight. I hopped off of Grimmjow’s back and stretched, clapping my hands together and murmuring, “Protect their minds from her deathly screams,” I paused and continued, “Kido #192 Deafen! (Not real I know, I just made it up)”
I watched as a black barrier covered everyone’s ears, inside the building and outside. Slowly drawing my sword, I took in a deep breath and whispered, “Scream, Dark Angel.” As I twirled the blade around, it changed into a flute again. Motioning for everyone to step back, I closed my eyes and murmured, “Ban… kai!”
~Angel’s POV~
I hissed happily as Nami called her bankai again, allowing me to take control and transform her into me, letting her be the spirit. As the light finished and died down, I grinned at the five men standing around me.
“Just be glad she fixed your ears up,” I growled calmly. “Otherwise my words would be shredding your minds into tiny pieces… and my scream would be worse. Now, bring out your hollow, let me show you what happens to those listening in.”
Aizen motioned towards the ground at three huge hollows, “They are yours to toy with.”
“This is going to be child’s play,” I scoffed, running between the silver haired man Nami called Gin and the emotionless man she called Ulquiorra. I leapt off the roof, falling down some before I flapped my wings hard to catch myself. There was no other wind to hold me up here, really so I sunk lower to the ground until I could pull my wings in and land. The three hollows immediately charged at me, finding me vulnerable and weak since I carried no weapon. Opening my mouth wide, I let out a blood curdling scream, the sound waves piercing them and, taking a moment, making their heads explode. I let out a bubbly laugh as raised my arms into the air. “It would take longer for a Soul Reaper or an Arrancar’s head to explode, but that’s the just of it.”
“Well done,” Aizen nodded with approval. “Now, as Nami had already released her shikai, I presume that you are the one that goes into resureccion?”
“Naturally,” I nodded slowly. “As Nami prefers to keep her bloodlust down, I am the only one who can go into resureccion without completely destroying myself. Nami would not be able to handle the lust for blood and beg her opponent to kill her. Her Aspect of Death is Love, after all. I do not share that Aspect though as I have always been a ‘blood thirsty bitch’ according to Nami and her friend Strawberry Dragon.”
“Good,” Aizen chuckled. “How do you go into your resureccion?”
I held out my hand, “Nami.” A zanpakuto appeared in my hand and the men watched me as I unsheathed it, blowing on the blade gently before murmuring, “Itami o motarasu, Nami.”
Another flash of light and I looked down. I’d never went into resureccion and I doubted there would be another time, so I looked myself over. One of my wings was white and the other black and I had two shades of hair color. The half of my hair that was on the side of the white wing was pink and the other half was black. I looked up at Aizen and saw myself reflected in his brown eyes. I frowned, it appeared that half of my face was Nami’s and the other half was mine. I also noticed that we had the same face except for our eyes and hair color. As I reached back to feel the wings, I felt that the black one was an actual wing and the white was made from the hollow mask Nami had worn.
“So, to awaken Nami in zanpakuto form, you say ‘Bring them Pain?’” Gin asked, his smile in place. “That’s quite an odd saying for the arrancar that died for love.”
“Yes, it would be odd for her if she were an arrancar at the moment,” As I spoke, I heard Nami’s voice mixed with mine. “But, as she is a zanpakuto, her personality as become more like Ulquiorra over there and she will do her master’s bidding.”
“But you’re not her master,” I heard Nami’s little boy toy call out, irritating the fuck out of me. “She told me before she died that she belonged to me and no one else. So, really, I am the master.”
“And as the master, I would suggest you shut the hell up before I kill you!” I yelled at him, hearing Nami’s cry within my mind. “Just because you own her does not mean that you can order her around in zanpakuto form. She does as I command.”
“I’m afraid Grimmjow is right, Angel.” Aizen called out, frowning thoughtfully, “Nami has been branded with Grimmjow’s number and, if you’ll look, you will find that it is still branded on the left side of you.”
I hissed and ripped the shirt open, glaring down at the number six on Nami’s boob. The hollow hole sat directly under the breast, beneath where her heart should’ve been. I growled in outrage, glaring at Grimmjow. “You do not control her! She is not yours to control!”
Stop! Nami yelled in my head, Go to sleep, Angel!
I gasped and fell backwards, blacking out before I hit the ground.
~Grimmjow’s POV~
“Damnit!” I yelled and raced to catch her as she fell. “How the hell did this happen?”
Aizen walked up beside me and sighed, “It appears Nami knew what she was going to do before Angel could act. She must have put herself to sleep.”
I glanced up at Aizen, holding my tongue as he examined Nami. He frowned, motioning towards wounds that had never been there before, “It would appear that her body tries to break itself down when Angel goes into resureccion. She and Nami are constantly fighting against each other, mentally clashing their blades and slicing at each other to see which one will win. The higher Angel’s reiatsu, the more changes occur to Nami’s body. Yesterday it was the hair length, today it is the wings.”
“Wings?” I asked absently before feeling the feathers. “Damnit! I wish this would stop happening!”
“And why’s that?” Aizen asked calmly.
I paused, “I didn’t want her to become an arrancar. I wanted her to stay a soul reaper and live as a soul reaper should. But she didn’t want that… she seems like she doesn’t want it now that she’s alive again. I’m not completely sure she wanted to be an arrancar, which is the real reason she pulled her zanpakuto out.”
“Since when have you ever felt anything for anyone, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques? She is just a little girl that stays in your room, is she not?” Kaname called out to me.
“No, she’s not just some little girl,” I spat back. “I l- I don’t know how to describe it!”
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at me but the action didn’t appear to have happened a second before. The others just stared down at me, slightly confused and slightly bored. Or in Aizen’s case, just completely bored.
“Just take her to Orihime,” He grumbled.
~End~
Shorter but I liked it enough. I’m busy on my site right now so I will write more tomorrow or when I get home (I’m going home Sunday :D). I hope no one completely hates me by now since I fucked up Grimmjow’s personality. I’m trying to find Aizen’s downfall in the Japanese Episodes so that I can laugh at him. Lol I ha- don’t like his guts. Thank you and have a wonderful night.
Btw, I think I’m going to make Angel’s theme song, ‘Angel of Darkness’. I don’t know who sings it but it’s a girl.
~Kayler teh Sailor~
♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Ten: When Will You Stop Fearing The Dark
~Recap~
Ichigo, Rukia, and Renji joined their friends in Hueco Mundo. They met Nel and her ‘brothers’ and their ‘pet’. After they all split up, Strawberry and Rukia went in their door and as they ran along, they found a domed room. A cloaked figure came in and it was revealed to be Nami. Nami turned out to be an arrancar and her and Ichigo got into a fight which Nami obviously won. Nami healed her and then went to meet up with Grimmjow who still thought she was dead. Yay!! Okie, start with Ichigo.
~Start Story~
I jerked out of the darkness suddenly; just in time to catch Nami disappear. I pushed myself up slowly, grunting as I opened my kimono just enough to see where my wound should’ve been.
“Damn,” I whispered, stroking the sealed up cut that was just beside my belly button. “Why couldn’t you have just let me die, huh? Was that too hard for you?”
I sighed, looking up at the ceiling and smiling a little, standing up and taking off towards the door, “Hope you’re okay, Rukia.”
~Nami’s POV~
“Love? What kind of Aspect of Death is that?” Grimmjow asked skeptically, “How hard did you hit your head to make you choose that one?”
“It wasn’t by choice,” I scowled at him gently. “I’d rather be Calm then Love, actually. I sound like such a hypocrite when I talk to people now.”
“You don’t sound like a hypocrite to me,” Grimmjow frowned. “I think you sound like you used to… kind of. You just seem more mature, like you really are 420 years old.”
“421 years tomorrow,” I chuckled, before looking down at my hands angrily. “I haven’t used my zanpakuto as a weapon in years… When Lord Aizen ordered me to stop my friends from getting in I didn’t know what to do. He said I wasn’t allowed to see you until I attack my friends.”
“Nami…” Grimmjow started but I cut him off.
“I didn’t kill anyone. I ran into Rukia and Strawberry and gave them the chance for one of them to go on and for the other to stay and fight. Ichigo fought me… naturally, she didn’t last a second. I hate myself for it,” I sighed, contradicting myself in many ways. “Ichigo isn’t much of threat so I healed her. I’m sure she’ll be taken back to the Soul Society soon if she gets hurt again.”
Grimmjow gave her a sympathetic grimace before sighing, jumping off the window sill. “Since you’re an arrancar now, and you have my number branded on you,” As he said that, he smirked and I blushed, “we’re going to the meeting that Aizen just called before you came in. I didn’t plan on going, but I might as well now.”
I hopped down beside him, grabbing his hand and dragging him outside, flying towards the throne room. When we got there, I let him enter first, watching as the nine other espada looked up expectantly.
“Has the meeting started yet?” Grimmjow called as I peeked around him at the others, grinning brightly.
“Lord Aizen hasn’t arrived yet,” Ulquiorra said coldly, barely casting me a glance. He’d been there when I was turned into an arrancar so there was no reason to surprise him. “So you’re lucky.”
“Luck tends to favor those who don’t depend on it,” I giggled, following Grimmjow closely as he took his seat, standing next to him. I glanced at Tia, her eyes trained on me until she saw me looking and she turned away. I sighed; the only person that I would get any good reaction from would be Lillynette and Grimmjow himself.
As Aizen walked in, I bit my lip to keep myself quiet and watched as he sat down, not answering him back as he greeted us. I clenched the chair Grimmjow sat in as Aizen had Kaname turn on the projector and shut off the light. He motioned towards the screen and explained that the intruders had entered Las Noches, all six of them, and that they had some arrancar friends with them. I felt Grimmjow tense up beside me and I placed a warning hand on his shoulder, keeping my gaze on the projector. I watched Strawberry catch up to Rukia, Renji and some arrancar racing in another direction, Ichigo and a more human arrancar, Chad, and Uryu and another arrancar (K: I think I got that right). I grimaced and bowed my head, my attention lost as I thought about my friends.
“Ms. Ukitake, I would appreciate it if you would listen to me when I am talking,” Aizen called to me, every eye on me now.
“Oh! S-sorry, Lord Aizen,” I mumbled, bowing a little and blushing, glad for the dark for once so that no one could see. “I was going over strategies… or trying to anyways.”
“Yes, you know these humans well.” Aizen chuckled, “You must know their weaknesses better then anyone.”
“Er…” I mentally slapped myself, “Well… Ichigo Ryu, the new Captain of Division Three, isn’t much of a Soul Reaper really. She knows bankai but she is rather weak. Rukia… well I don’t really know much about her abilities. She does seem to have awakened her zanpakuto though. The fake Soul Reaper is powerful and I haven’t seen the extent of his powers in a while, last I heard, he was working with the vizards in the World of the Living. Uryu is a Quincy, a pretty good one too. His arrows when they’re alone aren’t all that powerful but he’s quick, very quick. Chad, the big one, he’s slow but his attacks are mighty powerful. He couldn’t win against Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of Division 8, though, when he invaded the Soul Society. Renji is powerful and quick but he uses long range attacks and he sucks at Kido techniques.” I bit my lip shamefully, “That’s it, sir. I’ve only been around Strawberry lately and she hasn’t grown in power at all. She is no threat to us, she would not last a second in battle.”
“That’s why you healed her, then?” Aizen asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Partially, sir,” I mumbled. “As my Aspect of Death, I contradict myself over and over again by hating to kill people. If they do not stand a chance against me, I will heal them. Her power has never grown, not since she became a Soul Reaper. I do not expect it will, either.”
“Of course,” Aizen nodded, standing up. “Now, you are dismissed. Nami, I want to speak with you before you leave.” When he saw my gaze flicker to Grimmjow as the lights came back on, he chuckled, “Grimmjow may stay with you.”
“Thank you, Lord Aizen,” I mumbled, waiting for the other espada to leave before I swallowed and waited for Aizen to slice me in half.
“So, you already know that one of your shikai has remained with your zanpakuto,” Aizen started. “And you have found that it heals wounds quicker and better then before. Now, do you know whether you still have bankai and your other shikai?”
“Not yet, sir, no,” I murmured, seeing where this was going. “But if you wish, I shall try to use them. But perhaps I should find that out somewhere I cannot destroy things.”
“Of course, let’s go outside and see.” Aizen agreed, leading the way outside with Gin and Kaname following close behind, Grimmjow and I not far behind them. I clung to his arm gently as we walked up to one of the higher pillars of the roof. I unsheathed my zanpakuto again at a nod from Aizen, the others backing away from me as I twirled the blade in my right hand, biting my lip before calling loudly, “Scream, Dark Angel!” The blade became a flute, just as I remembered and I put it up to my lips. I focused on a rock on the ground and blew into it, watching as the visible sound waves crumbled the rock into little pieces.
“And that’s with your ring on?” Aizen asked, sounding a little impressed.
“And the patches,” I mumbled, ripping a few patches off of my shoulders and one off of my hand. Feeling my reiatsu rise just enough before I pulled the ring off my finger as well, the level flying up to its usual power. Holding my zanpakuto tightly, I sighed, “Bankai.”
~Grimmjow’s POV~
I held my hand up to block the light from my eyes as it exploded around Nami. I was already struggling to stand up against her reiatsu as it was but the power that was added to her as she manifested her zanpakuto spirit was unbearable and I fell to ground on my hands and knees. When the light was gone, I lifted my head just enough so that I could see her and gasped. She didn’t seem to have any new mask fragments on her, as a matter of fact, there were no mask fragments on her at all. She had waist length black hair and red eyes that, when looked at, looked like they could pierce your soul. The biggest change was the 14 foot wings sticking out of her back. She didn’t have a sword or anything to defend herself with so she was unprotected.
“Surprised?” She asked, her voice sending pains through my ears. “Nami told you about her bankai before she died, Grimmjow.”
I hissed as I felt blood leak from my ears, “Angel, go to sleep.”
Angel gave me a surprised look before she gasped and collapsed, her black hair fading quickly to pink but never shortening. She took quick, sharp breathes as I got off the ground and stuck the ring back on her finger, picking her up.
“I don’t want to even imagine her resureccion,” I growled. “I’m sorry to knock her out before she showed you the true extent of her powers but… she would first need to deafen us so she doesn’t completely kill us.” I paused, taking in the death glares that I was getting from Kaname and Aizen. “I did it for your safety, Lord Aizen.”
“We’ll start again tomorrow,” Aizen growled, wiping the side of his head and drawing his fingers away to find blood as well, “If she’s even able to use her zanpakuto by then. Take her back to your room after you get Orihime to heal her back.”
“Her back?” I blinked, brushing the hand that held her legs between her shoulders blades and groaning when I found two slits where her wings had been. “Thank you, Lord Aizen.”
I disappeared, reappearing in front of Orihime’s door and slid it open with my foot. The ginger human looked up fearfully as I carried Nami in, her new long hair hanging down as her head moved to nuzzle my shoulder gently.
“Heal her,” I demanded, laying Nami on the couch on her stomach. “She would do herself but she’s out.”
“O-okay,” Orihime stumbled over her words as she moved next to me and placed her hands just above Nami’s back. “Soten Kesshun…” She remained quiet until the cuts were clearly healed up and Nami bounced up, accidentally knocking Orihime’s arms away. “Ah!”
“Oh! Sorry, Orihime,” Nami laughed a little, rubbing the back of her head. “I Didn’t realize you were doing that.”
“Y-yeah,” She murmured, backing up so that Nami could get off the couch.
Nami blinked at her, “Are you scared of me, Orihime?”
“A little bit,” Orihime admitted quietly.
“Well that’s no good!” Nami exclaimed, jumping on Orihime and hugging her tightly. “You shouldn’t be afraid of me now that I’m an arrancar, I’m no different then I was before except for the fact that I’ve just been a hollow for the past month.”
“R-right,” Orihime sounded nervous and she was laughing a little bit.
“Nami, time to go,” I called to her, making her look up. “Lillynette must have heard the news by now.”
Her eyes brightened even more then before and she let go of Orihime, pushing me out the door and waving bye to Orihime, and racing to my room. She yanked the door open and raced inside, going to the closet and pulling out a new shirt. She glanced at me, motioning for me to turn around and, unfortunately, I did and missed everything. She was all dressed up again before I could turn around to catch anything on her.
“Damnit, why did you have to get dressed so fast?” I grumbled and pulled her to me. I expected her to push away and protest about seeing Lillynette but she didn’t. She reached up, standing on her toes to reach me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me gently. She twirled her fingers in my hair gently as I kissed her back, picking her up off the ground a little.
“Wow,” She breathed when she pulled away. “That one was different from the first two.”
“Yeah, I’ve been saving it,” I chuckled. “Better get to Lillynette.”
Nami pouted as I let her down, “That’s not fair.”
“Of course not,” I chuckled. “You can wait until we get back here, right?”
Nami smiled up at me, “I don’t want to, but I will if I have to.”
I smirked at her, “When you put it that way…”
I leaned back down just as a knock came from the door and it burst open. Lillynette raced forward, throwing me out of the way and squeezing Nami in a tight hug, “Ohhh!! Why didn’t you come see me?!”
“Well I was! Until… I got a little caught up with something,” Nami giggled, hugging her back as I leapt off the bed, holding up my fist angrily.
“You have some nerve, you damn brat, I should pummel you for that!” I growled, holding myself back from hitting her.
“Calm down, Grimmjow,” Nami laughed cheerily. “You choked me when I came in here earlier. Karmas a bitch.”
“Don’t use one of your damn sayings,” I spat at her, humor glowing on her face as I did.
“It’s always useful when I use them though,” She giggled. “Maybe next time you won’t choke me.”
“You’re a damn smartass, you now that?” I grumbled.
“Rather be a smartass than a dumbass,” She pointed out before Lillynette cut in.
“We should go to the World of the Living and hang out for a while,” She suggested.
I watched Nami cock her head thoughtfully, “Well… I think that would be a great idea if it weren’t for the fact that the whole of the Soul Society is looking for both me and Orihime.”
Lillynette frowned, “We’ll figure something out later. I better get back to Starrk before he wakes up again. Bye!”
She ran out the door and shut it swiftly, letting Nami laugh a bit afterwards, “She doesn’t seem to hate anyone. I love that, it’s adorable.”
“You’re weird,” I scoffed. “I think she’s annoying.”
“You’re annoying,” She retorted, jumping up to the window when I moved forward. I was about to jump up with her when she came back down and jumped on the bed, hiding beneath the blankets.
I glanced up at the window and saw the beginning of twilight. “Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of the dark?”
“A cat bitten once by a snake dreads even rope,” She retorted, her voice muffled beneath the blankets.
I climbed under the covers next to her, hugging her to me, “When are you going to stop fearing the dark?”
“When I forget the nightmares,” She whispered, turning over and nuzzling my chest and closing her eyes.
I frowned and stroked her hair, “Nightmares?”
“Angel,” She mumbled, the simplest explanation to any question.
“Oh,” Was all I could say. After witnessing her bankai, I could imagine why she had nightmares about her zanpakuto. “We’re going to have to fix that soon.”
“Just as long as I can sleep right now,” She sighed, hinting for me to be quiet. I chuckled, closing my eyes and slowly falling asleep as I listened to her breathing.
~End~
I fucked up Grimm Kitty’s personality. He’s not so bad anymore but he will be the same Grimmjow in fights that he usually is. Nami is going to show off her resureccion and show her bankai’s full power again once she’s deafened all of them with her kido (own personal kido). I hope you enjoyed it, I’ll begin writing the next one again as soon as I’m finished with this one. I’m going home on Sunday after my dad takes me back to my mom. I REALLY miss her and I’ve never been away from her more then a week at a time. It’s been two weeks and I’m done being here in Ohio. :/ I was listening to these songs while I was writing:
Playing God - Paramore
and
Curse of Curves - CuteIs What We Aim For
~Kayler teh Sailor~
Ichigo, Rukia, and Renji joined their friends in Hueco Mundo. They met Nel and her ‘brothers’ and their ‘pet’. After they all split up, Strawberry and Rukia went in their door and as they ran along, they found a domed room. A cloaked figure came in and it was revealed to be Nami. Nami turned out to be an arrancar and her and Ichigo got into a fight which Nami obviously won. Nami healed her and then went to meet up with Grimmjow who still thought she was dead. Yay!! Okie, start with Ichigo.
~Start Story~
I jerked out of the darkness suddenly; just in time to catch Nami disappear. I pushed myself up slowly, grunting as I opened my kimono just enough to see where my wound should’ve been.
“Damn,” I whispered, stroking the sealed up cut that was just beside my belly button. “Why couldn’t you have just let me die, huh? Was that too hard for you?”
I sighed, looking up at the ceiling and smiling a little, standing up and taking off towards the door, “Hope you’re okay, Rukia.”
~Nami’s POV~
“Love? What kind of Aspect of Death is that?” Grimmjow asked skeptically, “How hard did you hit your head to make you choose that one?”
“It wasn’t by choice,” I scowled at him gently. “I’d rather be Calm then Love, actually. I sound like such a hypocrite when I talk to people now.”
“You don’t sound like a hypocrite to me,” Grimmjow frowned. “I think you sound like you used to… kind of. You just seem more mature, like you really are 420 years old.”
“421 years tomorrow,” I chuckled, before looking down at my hands angrily. “I haven’t used my zanpakuto as a weapon in years… When Lord Aizen ordered me to stop my friends from getting in I didn’t know what to do. He said I wasn’t allowed to see you until I attack my friends.”
“Nami…” Grimmjow started but I cut him off.
“I didn’t kill anyone. I ran into Rukia and Strawberry and gave them the chance for one of them to go on and for the other to stay and fight. Ichigo fought me… naturally, she didn’t last a second. I hate myself for it,” I sighed, contradicting myself in many ways. “Ichigo isn’t much of threat so I healed her. I’m sure she’ll be taken back to the Soul Society soon if she gets hurt again.”
Grimmjow gave her a sympathetic grimace before sighing, jumping off the window sill. “Since you’re an arrancar now, and you have my number branded on you,” As he said that, he smirked and I blushed, “we’re going to the meeting that Aizen just called before you came in. I didn’t plan on going, but I might as well now.”
I hopped down beside him, grabbing his hand and dragging him outside, flying towards the throne room. When we got there, I let him enter first, watching as the nine other espada looked up expectantly.
“Has the meeting started yet?” Grimmjow called as I peeked around him at the others, grinning brightly.
“Lord Aizen hasn’t arrived yet,” Ulquiorra said coldly, barely casting me a glance. He’d been there when I was turned into an arrancar so there was no reason to surprise him. “So you’re lucky.”
“Luck tends to favor those who don’t depend on it,” I giggled, following Grimmjow closely as he took his seat, standing next to him. I glanced at Tia, her eyes trained on me until she saw me looking and she turned away. I sighed; the only person that I would get any good reaction from would be Lillynette and Grimmjow himself.
As Aizen walked in, I bit my lip to keep myself quiet and watched as he sat down, not answering him back as he greeted us. I clenched the chair Grimmjow sat in as Aizen had Kaname turn on the projector and shut off the light. He motioned towards the screen and explained that the intruders had entered Las Noches, all six of them, and that they had some arrancar friends with them. I felt Grimmjow tense up beside me and I placed a warning hand on his shoulder, keeping my gaze on the projector. I watched Strawberry catch up to Rukia, Renji and some arrancar racing in another direction, Ichigo and a more human arrancar, Chad, and Uryu and another arrancar (K: I think I got that right). I grimaced and bowed my head, my attention lost as I thought about my friends.
“Ms. Ukitake, I would appreciate it if you would listen to me when I am talking,” Aizen called to me, every eye on me now.
“Oh! S-sorry, Lord Aizen,” I mumbled, bowing a little and blushing, glad for the dark for once so that no one could see. “I was going over strategies… or trying to anyways.”
“Yes, you know these humans well.” Aizen chuckled, “You must know their weaknesses better then anyone.”
“Er…” I mentally slapped myself, “Well… Ichigo Ryu, the new Captain of Division Three, isn’t much of a Soul Reaper really. She knows bankai but she is rather weak. Rukia… well I don’t really know much about her abilities. She does seem to have awakened her zanpakuto though. The fake Soul Reaper is powerful and I haven’t seen the extent of his powers in a while, last I heard, he was working with the vizards in the World of the Living. Uryu is a Quincy, a pretty good one too. His arrows when they’re alone aren’t all that powerful but he’s quick, very quick. Chad, the big one, he’s slow but his attacks are mighty powerful. He couldn’t win against Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of Division 8, though, when he invaded the Soul Society. Renji is powerful and quick but he uses long range attacks and he sucks at Kido techniques.” I bit my lip shamefully, “That’s it, sir. I’ve only been around Strawberry lately and she hasn’t grown in power at all. She is no threat to us, she would not last a second in battle.”
“That’s why you healed her, then?” Aizen asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Partially, sir,” I mumbled. “As my Aspect of Death, I contradict myself over and over again by hating to kill people. If they do not stand a chance against me, I will heal them. Her power has never grown, not since she became a Soul Reaper. I do not expect it will, either.”
“Of course,” Aizen nodded, standing up. “Now, you are dismissed. Nami, I want to speak with you before you leave.” When he saw my gaze flicker to Grimmjow as the lights came back on, he chuckled, “Grimmjow may stay with you.”
“Thank you, Lord Aizen,” I mumbled, waiting for the other espada to leave before I swallowed and waited for Aizen to slice me in half.
“So, you already know that one of your shikai has remained with your zanpakuto,” Aizen started. “And you have found that it heals wounds quicker and better then before. Now, do you know whether you still have bankai and your other shikai?”
“Not yet, sir, no,” I murmured, seeing where this was going. “But if you wish, I shall try to use them. But perhaps I should find that out somewhere I cannot destroy things.”
“Of course, let’s go outside and see.” Aizen agreed, leading the way outside with Gin and Kaname following close behind, Grimmjow and I not far behind them. I clung to his arm gently as we walked up to one of the higher pillars of the roof. I unsheathed my zanpakuto again at a nod from Aizen, the others backing away from me as I twirled the blade in my right hand, biting my lip before calling loudly, “Scream, Dark Angel!” The blade became a flute, just as I remembered and I put it up to my lips. I focused on a rock on the ground and blew into it, watching as the visible sound waves crumbled the rock into little pieces.
“And that’s with your ring on?” Aizen asked, sounding a little impressed.
“And the patches,” I mumbled, ripping a few patches off of my shoulders and one off of my hand. Feeling my reiatsu rise just enough before I pulled the ring off my finger as well, the level flying up to its usual power. Holding my zanpakuto tightly, I sighed, “Bankai.”
~Grimmjow’s POV~
I held my hand up to block the light from my eyes as it exploded around Nami. I was already struggling to stand up against her reiatsu as it was but the power that was added to her as she manifested her zanpakuto spirit was unbearable and I fell to ground on my hands and knees. When the light was gone, I lifted my head just enough so that I could see her and gasped. She didn’t seem to have any new mask fragments on her, as a matter of fact, there were no mask fragments on her at all. She had waist length black hair and red eyes that, when looked at, looked like they could pierce your soul. The biggest change was the 14 foot wings sticking out of her back. She didn’t have a sword or anything to defend herself with so she was unprotected.
“Surprised?” She asked, her voice sending pains through my ears. “Nami told you about her bankai before she died, Grimmjow.”
I hissed as I felt blood leak from my ears, “Angel, go to sleep.”
Angel gave me a surprised look before she gasped and collapsed, her black hair fading quickly to pink but never shortening. She took quick, sharp breathes as I got off the ground and stuck the ring back on her finger, picking her up.
“I don’t want to even imagine her resureccion,” I growled. “I’m sorry to knock her out before she showed you the true extent of her powers but… she would first need to deafen us so she doesn’t completely kill us.” I paused, taking in the death glares that I was getting from Kaname and Aizen. “I did it for your safety, Lord Aizen.”
“We’ll start again tomorrow,” Aizen growled, wiping the side of his head and drawing his fingers away to find blood as well, “If she’s even able to use her zanpakuto by then. Take her back to your room after you get Orihime to heal her back.”
“Her back?” I blinked, brushing the hand that held her legs between her shoulders blades and groaning when I found two slits where her wings had been. “Thank you, Lord Aizen.”
I disappeared, reappearing in front of Orihime’s door and slid it open with my foot. The ginger human looked up fearfully as I carried Nami in, her new long hair hanging down as her head moved to nuzzle my shoulder gently.
“Heal her,” I demanded, laying Nami on the couch on her stomach. “She would do herself but she’s out.”
“O-okay,” Orihime stumbled over her words as she moved next to me and placed her hands just above Nami’s back. “Soten Kesshun…” She remained quiet until the cuts were clearly healed up and Nami bounced up, accidentally knocking Orihime’s arms away. “Ah!”
“Oh! Sorry, Orihime,” Nami laughed a little, rubbing the back of her head. “I Didn’t realize you were doing that.”
“Y-yeah,” She murmured, backing up so that Nami could get off the couch.
Nami blinked at her, “Are you scared of me, Orihime?”
“A little bit,” Orihime admitted quietly.
“Well that’s no good!” Nami exclaimed, jumping on Orihime and hugging her tightly. “You shouldn’t be afraid of me now that I’m an arrancar, I’m no different then I was before except for the fact that I’ve just been a hollow for the past month.”
“R-right,” Orihime sounded nervous and she was laughing a little bit.
“Nami, time to go,” I called to her, making her look up. “Lillynette must have heard the news by now.”
Her eyes brightened even more then before and she let go of Orihime, pushing me out the door and waving bye to Orihime, and racing to my room. She yanked the door open and raced inside, going to the closet and pulling out a new shirt. She glanced at me, motioning for me to turn around and, unfortunately, I did and missed everything. She was all dressed up again before I could turn around to catch anything on her.
“Damnit, why did you have to get dressed so fast?” I grumbled and pulled her to me. I expected her to push away and protest about seeing Lillynette but she didn’t. She reached up, standing on her toes to reach me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me gently. She twirled her fingers in my hair gently as I kissed her back, picking her up off the ground a little.
“Wow,” She breathed when she pulled away. “That one was different from the first two.”
“Yeah, I’ve been saving it,” I chuckled. “Better get to Lillynette.”
Nami pouted as I let her down, “That’s not fair.”
“Of course not,” I chuckled. “You can wait until we get back here, right?”
Nami smiled up at me, “I don’t want to, but I will if I have to.”
I smirked at her, “When you put it that way…”
I leaned back down just as a knock came from the door and it burst open. Lillynette raced forward, throwing me out of the way and squeezing Nami in a tight hug, “Ohhh!! Why didn’t you come see me?!”
“Well I was! Until… I got a little caught up with something,” Nami giggled, hugging her back as I leapt off the bed, holding up my fist angrily.
“You have some nerve, you damn brat, I should pummel you for that!” I growled, holding myself back from hitting her.
“Calm down, Grimmjow,” Nami laughed cheerily. “You choked me when I came in here earlier. Karmas a bitch.”
“Don’t use one of your damn sayings,” I spat at her, humor glowing on her face as I did.
“It’s always useful when I use them though,” She giggled. “Maybe next time you won’t choke me.”
“You’re a damn smartass, you now that?” I grumbled.
“Rather be a smartass than a dumbass,” She pointed out before Lillynette cut in.
“We should go to the World of the Living and hang out for a while,” She suggested.
I watched Nami cock her head thoughtfully, “Well… I think that would be a great idea if it weren’t for the fact that the whole of the Soul Society is looking for both me and Orihime.”
Lillynette frowned, “We’ll figure something out later. I better get back to Starrk before he wakes up again. Bye!”
She ran out the door and shut it swiftly, letting Nami laugh a bit afterwards, “She doesn’t seem to hate anyone. I love that, it’s adorable.”
“You’re weird,” I scoffed. “I think she’s annoying.”
“You’re annoying,” She retorted, jumping up to the window when I moved forward. I was about to jump up with her when she came back down and jumped on the bed, hiding beneath the blankets.
I glanced up at the window and saw the beginning of twilight. “Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of the dark?”
“A cat bitten once by a snake dreads even rope,” She retorted, her voice muffled beneath the blankets.
I climbed under the covers next to her, hugging her to me, “When are you going to stop fearing the dark?”
“When I forget the nightmares,” She whispered, turning over and nuzzling my chest and closing her eyes.
I frowned and stroked her hair, “Nightmares?”
“Angel,” She mumbled, the simplest explanation to any question.
“Oh,” Was all I could say. After witnessing her bankai, I could imagine why she had nightmares about her zanpakuto. “We’re going to have to fix that soon.”
“Just as long as I can sleep right now,” She sighed, hinting for me to be quiet. I chuckled, closing my eyes and slowly falling asleep as I listened to her breathing.
~End~
I fucked up Grimm Kitty’s personality. He’s not so bad anymore but he will be the same Grimmjow in fights that he usually is. Nami is going to show off her resureccion and show her bankai’s full power again once she’s deafened all of them with her kido (own personal kido). I hope you enjoyed it, I’ll begin writing the next one again as soon as I’m finished with this one. I’m going home on Sunday after my dad takes me back to my mom. I REALLY miss her and I’ve never been away from her more then a week at a time. It’s been two weeks and I’m done being here in Ohio. :/ I was listening to these songs while I was writing:
Playing God - Paramore
and
Curse of Curves - CuteIs What We Aim For
~Kayler teh Sailor~
♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Nine: Nami's Rebirth
~Recap~
I skipped a bunch of stuff since most of you should have read or watched those episodes. Now they’ve separated and I’mma start Ichigo off there. Enjoy.
~Story Start~
I ran behind Rukia swiftly, having picked the same door as she had. I worried now that I wasn’t around Renji. He gave me warnings and advice when Nami was there to do it and he took care of me in a battle. If I was to get into a fight and I was injured… what would happen? I realized what I was thinking and shook my head, hearing the faint growl of my zanpakuto as she heard me thinking such nonsense. I was a Captain, I didn’t need anyone to fight for me or protect me. I felt like a coward, always depending on someone and hiding behind somebody else’s kimono. What was wrong with me?
“Ichigo,” Rukia called over her shoulder. “Keep your zanpakuto unsheathed and stay behind me if we’re stopped by an espada. If I tell you to run on, you run on, understand?”
I hesitated, “Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t be so formal, you’re still a higher rank then me.” Rukia chuckled as we ran fast and hard. “Anyways, Renji warned me before I picked up at the Soul Society that you would need help sometimes if we ever got separated from him. I’m just here if you need me, nothing more.”
“R-right,” I stammered, smiling gratefully at the back of her head. As we ran on ahead, I felt an immense reiatsu flare for a just a few moments before it was gone again. I bit my lip, had that been Nami. Was she okay or had she just been killed effortlessly by one of Aizen’s espada? I felt the frustrated tears well up in my eyes and blur my vision as I feared for my older friend.
“You should calm down, Ichigo,” Rukia mumbled. “I’m sure Nami is fine, where ever she is.”
“Thanks, Rukia,” I sighed. “But it’s not nearly as simple as that. If she died then I would surely die as well because I tried to avenge her. There is no way that I would be able to live long enough to save Orihime as everyone is aiming to do. Although, not that I don’t care for Orihime as a friend, I do wish that this mission was for Nami instead. She is my friend and my sister and not only that, but she is also my teacher.”
“I know… I do silently wish the same as you,” Rukia murmured. “Renji does, too, and I’m sure that most Soul Reapers would agree with us. She is more important to us then Orihime, for sure but we must not forget the bonds that everyone has made. You and Nami helped them save me, forgetting how hard you had worked to become Soul Reapers just to save a friend, as Renji did too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I growled. “Don’t need to give me a damn speech, I get it.”
“You are just like Ichigo, Strawberry, I swear! Now I know that all Ichigo’s are smart-assed, big-mouthed, whiny teenagers no matter how old they really are.” Rukia yelled at me like she usually did before she was stationed in the human world and then brought back and then journeying back to the human world.
“I guess it comes with the name,” I shrugged, grinning childishly, “And the color of the hair.”
“Renji has a lot of traits similar to yours and Ichigo’s. He’s practically just like you.”
“What do you mean practically?”
“You’re right, I’m not even sure if he’s a guy or not. Women can have deep voices right?”
We laughed at that, becoming a little more relaxed until we saw a light up ahead of us. I put my hand on my zanpakuto’s sheath and readied myself to fight, Rukia following my action quickly.
“Whatever happens,” I murmured, swallowing a little bit as we got closer to the light, waiting for Rukia to finish.
“We come back alive, as promised.” She breathed, the two of us entering a domed room. In front of us, I could see the door that would lead us even farther into Las Noches. We moved forward cautiously only to be stopped by the sound of footsteps echoing around the practically empty room.
I whirled around, trying to find the source only to realize that it came from in front of us. I waited impatiently as a hooded person came out of the door, their head hanging down in an ashamed pose.
“Show yourself, arrancar!” I yelled, gritting my teeth, waiting for the pain of a sword being stabbed in my chest.
“Huh?” The new person’s head jerked up, the only visible parts of them were visible were their nose down to their mid-neck. “I-Ichigo? Is that you?”
I froze when I heard her voice, Nami’s soft-spoken words echoing through my mind. Rukia obviously recognized it too and took a step forward automatically, all precautions dropped for that one moment in time.
“Nami?” I called back, my lower lip trembling as I felt tears spill over my cheeks. “Please tell me that it’s really you and not some mind trick played by Aizen.”
“It’s me,” Nami called back, slowly pulling the hood off and then pulling the rest of the cloak off too. Her new look startled me as she said, “But then again… it’s not me, either.”
“No…” Rukia breathed beside me as we took in the drastic changes in her. She wore the espada outfit, a pair of white shorts with a black line going down the center, a pair of mid-thigh boots with the same black line down the center, a sleeveless kimono top that stopped short just above her abdomen also with the line, and gloves (just like Lillynette’s) that started just below her shoulder and acted as the sleeves she didn’t have. Her pink hair was down and flowed just past her shoulders as usual and her green eyes radiated warmth, like I remembered but there was something new.
“Nami… did you dye your hair another shade of pink?” I asked, receiving a smack over the head from Rukia. “Hey what d’you do that for?”
“She’s an arrancar, you idiot!! Couldn’t you tell by the remnant of her hollow mask?” Rukia yelled, “Its right there, right there on the top of her head.”
I frowned at the wing pins in her hair, “It doesn’t look like anything special.”
I heard Nami groan as she listened to me, “Are you serious? They’re the wings that were held on the top of my hollow mask while I was a hollow. When I became an Adjuchas, it was just the matter of how to get my mask off. Lord Aizen helped me.”
“Lord Aizen?” I growled, “Since when has he been ‘Lord Aizen’?”
“I do wish you would stop hating people, Ichigo,” Nami sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her right hand. The glint of a ring caught my eye and I gasped.
“You’re hiding your power, aren’t you?” I completely ignored her unusual comment on hatred. “So you are still Nami inside that new arrancar shell.”
She looked up at me sharply, “Just because I’m a whole new being doesn’t mean I’m not who I was before. Unlike the rest of the arrancar and espada, I was killed as a Soul Reaper and turned into an arrancar quicker then most other arrancar. I was killed a month ago and I can’t say I’m exactly happy that I’m back.”
“Who killed you?” I demanded, pacing forward some more. When she didn’t answer, I repeated myself, more demanding. “Answer me, damnit. Who the hell killed you?”
“Aizen killed me,” She spat at me, hurt flickering across her young face. “Are you happy now, Ichigo? Are you happy that you have found another reason to hate Lord Aizen?”
“Why would I be happy? I don’t like hating people and you know that,” I growled at my friend. “Why would you accuse me of being happy to hate when you know me so well?”
“It comes with my Aspect of Death,” She muttered. “My Aspect of Death is Love because I died with my love watching me. It gave me peace for a while until I was attacked by hollows that turned me into a hollow myself.” She sighed, “After they turned me into a hollow, my reiatsu returned to its extremely high state and I began eating other hollows, eventually becoming a Gillian. A Gillian is a Menos that continues to eat other Menos because they still lust for the souls of other hollows. Afterwards, I became an Adjuchas; a hollow that takes on an animal form is how it’s best described sometimes. But I wasn’t an animal; I had giant wings and a tall, seriously slim body that could bend pretty well. From then, I continued to eat other hollows for food and the more I ate the more powerful I got. I was just turned into an arrancar today so everything is pretty new to me.” She waited for the two of us to respond but when we didn’t, she sighed, “I guess I’m the enemy now, huh?”
“No!” I screamed, “You’re not the enemy, you can’t be! You’re my sister, you’re my friend! Why are you doing this to me, why are you fighting along side them?”
Nami smiled sadly and shook her head, “I’m sorry, Ichigo. I was ordered to come here and stop you. I can probably take both of you on, but I would prefer to just fight one of you. The other may pass on to try and get to Orihime. I warn you though, it will not be easy.”
Rukia moved forward automatically but I held my hand out to stop her, “No, Rukia. If there is to be a fight with Nami, I will fight her. It is the least I can do, you have more will to find Orihime then I do, I only came along to find Nami and now I have. Now go, before she decides to kill us both.”
Nami’s pained look startled me as Rukia started to protest, at my quick glare though she decided better of it and ran through the doorway. I drew my zanpakuto slowly, my blue eyes as cold as ice as I stared at my former friend.
“One of us will die today, Nami,” I called out to her. “I do not doubt that it will be me. But first, tell me, what number are you?”
“I don’t have a number, Ichigo. Not yet anyways. Lord Aizen says if I live long enough that I shall replace one of the current espada when they die. For now though I am branded with the number six. I belong to the sexta espada, an agreement the two of us made the night before I was killed.” Nami let her lip jut out a little in a pout as she drew her own blade, “I’m sorry, Ichigo.”
“Assimilate, Light Render!” I screamed, opening my mouth large and wide and breathing out fire as my blade became a graceful quarterstaff. “You’re going to wish you were never reborn, Nami!”
I leapt forward, aiming to hit my former friend with my fiery breath only to gasp as her blade pierced me through my back. I stared down at it, tears falling down my cheeks as I looked up at Nami, her green eyes full of sorrow as she pulled the blade out.
“If I were able to cry, I would cry now,” She whispered, catching me as I fell forward. “I have lost a very dear friend because of the creature I have become and, as you said, I wish I had never been reborn. Please forgive me, Strawberry Dragon as I heal your wounds. It is not yet your time of dying.”
She lay me down on the floor gently, clenching the hilt of her zanpakuto and whispering, “Sing, Angel.” It turned into a much larger harp then I remembered, becoming a regular harp then a hand held one. Her fingers glided across the strings as I watched her do what was so familiar to her in her first life. Halfway through the healing process, I blacked out.
~Nami’s POV~
“I’m done with you, Angel,” I whispered, knocking the harp over and letting it clatter to the ground as a regular blade again. I stared down at the girl I had cherished as a sister, the one friend, other then Ichigo Kurosaki, that influenced me to become more like her in my first life. “I wish you the best, Ichigo.”
Turning away, I disappeared and reappeared outside of a door. Sucking in a deep breath, I tapped on it gently, hearing the grunted form of admittance. Slowly sliding the door open a crack, I peeked inside at the man on the bed, his arm covering his blue eyes.
“Well? Are you coming in or not?” He growled, not bothering to move anything but his mouth as he spoke.
I smiled a little, opening the door completely and walked in. Glancing around, I blinked as I saw a smashed lamp on the floor, probably having sat there since he’d smashed it. I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest and saying, “Jeez, don’t you ever clean anything up?”
I listened as his breath caught in his throat, quickly removing the arm over his eyes and sitting up, staring at me. He leapt off the bed as I shut the door, only to wrap his hand around my throat and pin me against the wall. He glared at me, most likely waiting for me to disappear.
“You can let go anytime now,” I murmured, poking his hand gently. “When’d you get your arm back, by the way?”
“You’re… you’re really real?” He asked childishly, slowly letting me slide back down the wall to where my feet could touch but never releasing his grip on my neck. “Or are you my imagination again?”
“I’m about as real as you, Grimmjow,” I sighed, letting him relax a moment so that he could let go of me. It took him just a second after letting my neck go before he yanked me into his arms, hugging me tightly.
“You should’ve been back sooner! I missed you!” He hissed in my ear as I hugged him back, “You had me worried, I was afraid I would have to go after Aizen for killing you. I wouldn’t last 2 seconds.”
“You’re crazy, Kitty,” I whispered, pulling back and putting both of my hands on his face. “Just promise to go with me next time something like this happens.”
“I promise,” He smiled at me gently before getting a haughty look on his face. “Which of us did you replace?”
“I haven’t replaced anyone yet,” I grinned up at him. “Truthfully, I doubt I’ll even get the chance to be an espada. But once one of you die, I am replacing them”
“Oh good,” Grimmjow chuckled. “Where’s your hollow hole?”
I pointed just beneath my left breast with my right hand, “Right beneath my heart, so to speak. And I’ve got the number six branded on my left boob.”
“A little descriptive aren’t we?” Grimmjow smirked, making me blush as I realized what I’d said, trying to push away from him.
“You damn pervert!” I yelped, breaking free from his grasp and leaping up onto the window sill. “You leave my boob alone!”
“What Aspect of Death are you supposed to be?” He laughed, following me up.
I paused, blushing a darker red and turning my gaze out the window as I mumbled, “Love. My aspect of death is love.”
~End~
That was a lot shorter then the others but only because it’s seven in the morning this time and I’m fucking tired. Soooooooooooooooo I’mma go to sleep. I’ll see you in the afternoon, my merry band of readers. Buenos Noches. Or in some cases Buenas Dias.
I skipped a bunch of stuff since most of you should have read or watched those episodes. Now they’ve separated and I’mma start Ichigo off there. Enjoy.
~Story Start~
I ran behind Rukia swiftly, having picked the same door as she had. I worried now that I wasn’t around Renji. He gave me warnings and advice when Nami was there to do it and he took care of me in a battle. If I was to get into a fight and I was injured… what would happen? I realized what I was thinking and shook my head, hearing the faint growl of my zanpakuto as she heard me thinking such nonsense. I was a Captain, I didn’t need anyone to fight for me or protect me. I felt like a coward, always depending on someone and hiding behind somebody else’s kimono. What was wrong with me?
“Ichigo,” Rukia called over her shoulder. “Keep your zanpakuto unsheathed and stay behind me if we’re stopped by an espada. If I tell you to run on, you run on, understand?”
I hesitated, “Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t be so formal, you’re still a higher rank then me.” Rukia chuckled as we ran fast and hard. “Anyways, Renji warned me before I picked up at the Soul Society that you would need help sometimes if we ever got separated from him. I’m just here if you need me, nothing more.”
“R-right,” I stammered, smiling gratefully at the back of her head. As we ran on ahead, I felt an immense reiatsu flare for a just a few moments before it was gone again. I bit my lip, had that been Nami. Was she okay or had she just been killed effortlessly by one of Aizen’s espada? I felt the frustrated tears well up in my eyes and blur my vision as I feared for my older friend.
“You should calm down, Ichigo,” Rukia mumbled. “I’m sure Nami is fine, where ever she is.”
“Thanks, Rukia,” I sighed. “But it’s not nearly as simple as that. If she died then I would surely die as well because I tried to avenge her. There is no way that I would be able to live long enough to save Orihime as everyone is aiming to do. Although, not that I don’t care for Orihime as a friend, I do wish that this mission was for Nami instead. She is my friend and my sister and not only that, but she is also my teacher.”
“I know… I do silently wish the same as you,” Rukia murmured. “Renji does, too, and I’m sure that most Soul Reapers would agree with us. She is more important to us then Orihime, for sure but we must not forget the bonds that everyone has made. You and Nami helped them save me, forgetting how hard you had worked to become Soul Reapers just to save a friend, as Renji did too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I growled. “Don’t need to give me a damn speech, I get it.”
“You are just like Ichigo, Strawberry, I swear! Now I know that all Ichigo’s are smart-assed, big-mouthed, whiny teenagers no matter how old they really are.” Rukia yelled at me like she usually did before she was stationed in the human world and then brought back and then journeying back to the human world.
“I guess it comes with the name,” I shrugged, grinning childishly, “And the color of the hair.”
“Renji has a lot of traits similar to yours and Ichigo’s. He’s practically just like you.”
“What do you mean practically?”
“You’re right, I’m not even sure if he’s a guy or not. Women can have deep voices right?”
We laughed at that, becoming a little more relaxed until we saw a light up ahead of us. I put my hand on my zanpakuto’s sheath and readied myself to fight, Rukia following my action quickly.
“Whatever happens,” I murmured, swallowing a little bit as we got closer to the light, waiting for Rukia to finish.
“We come back alive, as promised.” She breathed, the two of us entering a domed room. In front of us, I could see the door that would lead us even farther into Las Noches. We moved forward cautiously only to be stopped by the sound of footsteps echoing around the practically empty room.
I whirled around, trying to find the source only to realize that it came from in front of us. I waited impatiently as a hooded person came out of the door, their head hanging down in an ashamed pose.
“Show yourself, arrancar!” I yelled, gritting my teeth, waiting for the pain of a sword being stabbed in my chest.
“Huh?” The new person’s head jerked up, the only visible parts of them were visible were their nose down to their mid-neck. “I-Ichigo? Is that you?”
I froze when I heard her voice, Nami’s soft-spoken words echoing through my mind. Rukia obviously recognized it too and took a step forward automatically, all precautions dropped for that one moment in time.
“Nami?” I called back, my lower lip trembling as I felt tears spill over my cheeks. “Please tell me that it’s really you and not some mind trick played by Aizen.”
“It’s me,” Nami called back, slowly pulling the hood off and then pulling the rest of the cloak off too. Her new look startled me as she said, “But then again… it’s not me, either.”
“No…” Rukia breathed beside me as we took in the drastic changes in her. She wore the espada outfit, a pair of white shorts with a black line going down the center, a pair of mid-thigh boots with the same black line down the center, a sleeveless kimono top that stopped short just above her abdomen also with the line, and gloves (just like Lillynette’s) that started just below her shoulder and acted as the sleeves she didn’t have. Her pink hair was down and flowed just past her shoulders as usual and her green eyes radiated warmth, like I remembered but there was something new.
“Nami… did you dye your hair another shade of pink?” I asked, receiving a smack over the head from Rukia. “Hey what d’you do that for?”
“She’s an arrancar, you idiot!! Couldn’t you tell by the remnant of her hollow mask?” Rukia yelled, “Its right there, right there on the top of her head.”
I frowned at the wing pins in her hair, “It doesn’t look like anything special.”
I heard Nami groan as she listened to me, “Are you serious? They’re the wings that were held on the top of my hollow mask while I was a hollow. When I became an Adjuchas, it was just the matter of how to get my mask off. Lord Aizen helped me.”
“Lord Aizen?” I growled, “Since when has he been ‘Lord Aizen’?”
“I do wish you would stop hating people, Ichigo,” Nami sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her right hand. The glint of a ring caught my eye and I gasped.
“You’re hiding your power, aren’t you?” I completely ignored her unusual comment on hatred. “So you are still Nami inside that new arrancar shell.”
She looked up at me sharply, “Just because I’m a whole new being doesn’t mean I’m not who I was before. Unlike the rest of the arrancar and espada, I was killed as a Soul Reaper and turned into an arrancar quicker then most other arrancar. I was killed a month ago and I can’t say I’m exactly happy that I’m back.”
“Who killed you?” I demanded, pacing forward some more. When she didn’t answer, I repeated myself, more demanding. “Answer me, damnit. Who the hell killed you?”
“Aizen killed me,” She spat at me, hurt flickering across her young face. “Are you happy now, Ichigo? Are you happy that you have found another reason to hate Lord Aizen?”
“Why would I be happy? I don’t like hating people and you know that,” I growled at my friend. “Why would you accuse me of being happy to hate when you know me so well?”
“It comes with my Aspect of Death,” She muttered. “My Aspect of Death is Love because I died with my love watching me. It gave me peace for a while until I was attacked by hollows that turned me into a hollow myself.” She sighed, “After they turned me into a hollow, my reiatsu returned to its extremely high state and I began eating other hollows, eventually becoming a Gillian. A Gillian is a Menos that continues to eat other Menos because they still lust for the souls of other hollows. Afterwards, I became an Adjuchas; a hollow that takes on an animal form is how it’s best described sometimes. But I wasn’t an animal; I had giant wings and a tall, seriously slim body that could bend pretty well. From then, I continued to eat other hollows for food and the more I ate the more powerful I got. I was just turned into an arrancar today so everything is pretty new to me.” She waited for the two of us to respond but when we didn’t, she sighed, “I guess I’m the enemy now, huh?”
“No!” I screamed, “You’re not the enemy, you can’t be! You’re my sister, you’re my friend! Why are you doing this to me, why are you fighting along side them?”
Nami smiled sadly and shook her head, “I’m sorry, Ichigo. I was ordered to come here and stop you. I can probably take both of you on, but I would prefer to just fight one of you. The other may pass on to try and get to Orihime. I warn you though, it will not be easy.”
Rukia moved forward automatically but I held my hand out to stop her, “No, Rukia. If there is to be a fight with Nami, I will fight her. It is the least I can do, you have more will to find Orihime then I do, I only came along to find Nami and now I have. Now go, before she decides to kill us both.”
Nami’s pained look startled me as Rukia started to protest, at my quick glare though she decided better of it and ran through the doorway. I drew my zanpakuto slowly, my blue eyes as cold as ice as I stared at my former friend.
“One of us will die today, Nami,” I called out to her. “I do not doubt that it will be me. But first, tell me, what number are you?”
“I don’t have a number, Ichigo. Not yet anyways. Lord Aizen says if I live long enough that I shall replace one of the current espada when they die. For now though I am branded with the number six. I belong to the sexta espada, an agreement the two of us made the night before I was killed.” Nami let her lip jut out a little in a pout as she drew her own blade, “I’m sorry, Ichigo.”
“Assimilate, Light Render!” I screamed, opening my mouth large and wide and breathing out fire as my blade became a graceful quarterstaff. “You’re going to wish you were never reborn, Nami!”
I leapt forward, aiming to hit my former friend with my fiery breath only to gasp as her blade pierced me through my back. I stared down at it, tears falling down my cheeks as I looked up at Nami, her green eyes full of sorrow as she pulled the blade out.
“If I were able to cry, I would cry now,” She whispered, catching me as I fell forward. “I have lost a very dear friend because of the creature I have become and, as you said, I wish I had never been reborn. Please forgive me, Strawberry Dragon as I heal your wounds. It is not yet your time of dying.”
She lay me down on the floor gently, clenching the hilt of her zanpakuto and whispering, “Sing, Angel.” It turned into a much larger harp then I remembered, becoming a regular harp then a hand held one. Her fingers glided across the strings as I watched her do what was so familiar to her in her first life. Halfway through the healing process, I blacked out.
~Nami’s POV~
“I’m done with you, Angel,” I whispered, knocking the harp over and letting it clatter to the ground as a regular blade again. I stared down at the girl I had cherished as a sister, the one friend, other then Ichigo Kurosaki, that influenced me to become more like her in my first life. “I wish you the best, Ichigo.”
Turning away, I disappeared and reappeared outside of a door. Sucking in a deep breath, I tapped on it gently, hearing the grunted form of admittance. Slowly sliding the door open a crack, I peeked inside at the man on the bed, his arm covering his blue eyes.
“Well? Are you coming in or not?” He growled, not bothering to move anything but his mouth as he spoke.
I smiled a little, opening the door completely and walked in. Glancing around, I blinked as I saw a smashed lamp on the floor, probably having sat there since he’d smashed it. I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest and saying, “Jeez, don’t you ever clean anything up?”
I listened as his breath caught in his throat, quickly removing the arm over his eyes and sitting up, staring at me. He leapt off the bed as I shut the door, only to wrap his hand around my throat and pin me against the wall. He glared at me, most likely waiting for me to disappear.
“You can let go anytime now,” I murmured, poking his hand gently. “When’d you get your arm back, by the way?”
“You’re… you’re really real?” He asked childishly, slowly letting me slide back down the wall to where my feet could touch but never releasing his grip on my neck. “Or are you my imagination again?”
“I’m about as real as you, Grimmjow,” I sighed, letting him relax a moment so that he could let go of me. It took him just a second after letting my neck go before he yanked me into his arms, hugging me tightly.
“You should’ve been back sooner! I missed you!” He hissed in my ear as I hugged him back, “You had me worried, I was afraid I would have to go after Aizen for killing you. I wouldn’t last 2 seconds.”
“You’re crazy, Kitty,” I whispered, pulling back and putting both of my hands on his face. “Just promise to go with me next time something like this happens.”
“I promise,” He smiled at me gently before getting a haughty look on his face. “Which of us did you replace?”
“I haven’t replaced anyone yet,” I grinned up at him. “Truthfully, I doubt I’ll even get the chance to be an espada. But once one of you die, I am replacing them”
“Oh good,” Grimmjow chuckled. “Where’s your hollow hole?”
I pointed just beneath my left breast with my right hand, “Right beneath my heart, so to speak. And I’ve got the number six branded on my left boob.”
“A little descriptive aren’t we?” Grimmjow smirked, making me blush as I realized what I’d said, trying to push away from him.
“You damn pervert!” I yelped, breaking free from his grasp and leaping up onto the window sill. “You leave my boob alone!”
“What Aspect of Death are you supposed to be?” He laughed, following me up.
I paused, blushing a darker red and turning my gaze out the window as I mumbled, “Love. My aspect of death is love.”
~End~
That was a lot shorter then the others but only because it’s seven in the morning this time and I’m fucking tired. Soooooooooooooooo I’mma go to sleep. I’ll see you in the afternoon, my merry band of readers. Buenos Noches. Or in some cases Buenas Dias.
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