~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.
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