~ 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 ~
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