Fic - Love Story - Part 3
Series: Bleach
Title: Love Story
Pairing: GrimmjowYachiru (she is older so Grimm is not a pedo O_O)
Warnings: fluffiness/cuteness
Summary: "I got tired of waiting...wandering if you were ever coming around...my faith in you was...fading..."
Part Three
“We really should keep up surveillance. This happens far too often.”
I giggle on my perch on Ken-chan’s back. Last night was fun. Grimmjow had helped me steal Bya-chan’s fish. I slip from my spot and land neatly on the ground. I wander off to the buffet table and start picking at some of the foods. The Kuchiki’s eat better than we do at the Eleventh. I should take some food home.
“Um...Kusajishi-fukutaichou?” I turn around to see some random Shinigami behind me.
Only Taichou to fifth seat are ever invited to this party. I only know up to third in every division. The rest are meaningless. Except my own division, of course.
“Yes?” I put a cracker in my mouth and let it hang there as he talks.
“I was wondering...” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “...would you go out with me?” He looks at me with pleading eyes.
Before I could so much as move, Grimmjow was next to me. He places an arm over my shoulders and brakes off a piece of the cracker in my mouth. He eats it in one bite and stares down at the nameless Shinigami.
“Beat it.” He growls out.
And he did.
“Can’t go without one second, huh?” He smirks down at me.
“I really don’t see the appeal.”
“You have the perfect body for guys to drool over. Don’t question it, it’s true.” My cheeks heat up at his words.
***
“Yachiru.”
“Yes, Ken-chan?” I’m on his back again as he runs back to the division.
“You’ve been hanging out with that Arrancar more than usual lately.”
I think about that. It’s been only a few days. I guess it would seem weird considering I usually avoid him. But...I find I like being with him. I’m comfortable in his presence.
“Yeah...I guess so.” I shrug and rest my chin on his shoulder.
“I don’t like it.” My eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“Why?”
“He used to be the enemy. He could be waiting for an opportunity to strike.”
We spend the rest of the trip in silence. I somehow have a bad feeling about this conversation. I know Ken-chan worries about me. But...I really don’t think Grimmjow is bad at all. Maybe I’m just blind because he’s the first male I’m comfortable with. My division in general is different. They all see me as a little sister. Because he’s new and never really saw me growing up and such, he doesn’t count.
I’ll admit that I don’t know really anything about him but I know...deep down...he’s not a bad person like Ken-chan, and I’m sure most of Soul Society, thinks he is.
***
A week passes and I’m still in a thoughtful mood. Well...whenever I’m alone I am. When I’m not running around with Ken-chan, I’m usually with Grimmjow. But now, we sneak around. A few days ago, he told me that Ken-chan had a talk with him. He was told to stay away from me. I couldn’t get mad at that. How could I when it was said out of concern for me?
But I didn’t want him to stay away from me...I suggested me sneak around together.
We found the perfect place. It’s somewhere in the forest amongst so many trees. We pick a different spot every time. We just sit and talk. That’s all. It’s nice.
“What was it like in Las Noches?”
“Very white and boring. I’d have to pick fights to keep from killing myself.” He glares up through the trees. “There was hardly any colour, only the other Arrancar.” He moves to place his hands behind his head where he lies next to me. I turn on my side to face him. “Each of us had a specific colour too. I think you would have given Szayel a run for his money for the pink position.” I giggle as he sends me an amused smirk.
“But really...how was it to live there?” I sat up and look down at him.
“Almost like it is here. I know there are a lot of Shinigami who don’t want me here. I have to be on guard...most of the time.” I smile down at him.
“I feel off-guard with you too.” I stick my tongue out at him.
Again, I was pulled down. My cheeks grow hot.
Alright...I needed to think of this objectively. Of course, Grimmjow is very good looking. His uniform is the same as it used to be except it’s black now, so his chest is still very much exposed. I’d have to be blind or something to not be effected by his physical appearance. His unruly blue hair and electric blue eyes...very appealing as well. So...physically, yes, I am very attracted to him.
So then...I love the few moments we’ve been with each other lately. I feel...safe...with him. He doesn’t treat me like a child or like I’m something to fuck and then brushed off afterwards. He never really comes onto me or anything either. Just...holds me sometimes.
My imagination is just running wild. That’s all. I really don’t want to ask him and then have an awkward tension between us. But I need to find someone to talk to. Who can give me some good advice without blabbing to others?
I've been working on this other story that kinda qualifies as a WK fic but it centers more on my original characters than the WK characters. So I might post it here eventually or not. We'll see. XD
Title: Love Story
Pairing: GrimmjowYachiru (she is older so Grimm is not a pedo O_O)
Warnings: fluffiness/cuteness
Summary: "I got tired of waiting...wandering if you were ever coming around...my faith in you was...fading..."
Part Three
“We really should keep up surveillance. This happens far too often.”
I giggle on my perch on Ken-chan’s back. Last night was fun. Grimmjow had helped me steal Bya-chan’s fish. I slip from my spot and land neatly on the ground. I wander off to the buffet table and start picking at some of the foods. The Kuchiki’s eat better than we do at the Eleventh. I should take some food home.
“Um...Kusajishi-fukutaichou?” I turn around to see some random Shinigami behind me.
Only Taichou to fifth seat are ever invited to this party. I only know up to third in every division. The rest are meaningless. Except my own division, of course.
“Yes?” I put a cracker in my mouth and let it hang there as he talks.
“I was wondering...” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “...would you go out with me?” He looks at me with pleading eyes.
Before I could so much as move, Grimmjow was next to me. He places an arm over my shoulders and brakes off a piece of the cracker in my mouth. He eats it in one bite and stares down at the nameless Shinigami.
“Beat it.” He growls out.
And he did.
“Can’t go without one second, huh?” He smirks down at me.
“I really don’t see the appeal.”
“You have the perfect body for guys to drool over. Don’t question it, it’s true.” My cheeks heat up at his words.
***
“Yachiru.”
“Yes, Ken-chan?” I’m on his back again as he runs back to the division.
“You’ve been hanging out with that Arrancar more than usual lately.”
I think about that. It’s been only a few days. I guess it would seem weird considering I usually avoid him. But...I find I like being with him. I’m comfortable in his presence.
“Yeah...I guess so.” I shrug and rest my chin on his shoulder.
“I don’t like it.” My eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“Why?”
“He used to be the enemy. He could be waiting for an opportunity to strike.”
We spend the rest of the trip in silence. I somehow have a bad feeling about this conversation. I know Ken-chan worries about me. But...I really don’t think Grimmjow is bad at all. Maybe I’m just blind because he’s the first male I’m comfortable with. My division in general is different. They all see me as a little sister. Because he’s new and never really saw me growing up and such, he doesn’t count.
I’ll admit that I don’t know really anything about him but I know...deep down...he’s not a bad person like Ken-chan, and I’m sure most of Soul Society, thinks he is.
***
A week passes and I’m still in a thoughtful mood. Well...whenever I’m alone I am. When I’m not running around with Ken-chan, I’m usually with Grimmjow. But now, we sneak around. A few days ago, he told me that Ken-chan had a talk with him. He was told to stay away from me. I couldn’t get mad at that. How could I when it was said out of concern for me?
But I didn’t want him to stay away from me...I suggested me sneak around together.
We found the perfect place. It’s somewhere in the forest amongst so many trees. We pick a different spot every time. We just sit and talk. That’s all. It’s nice.
“What was it like in Las Noches?”
“Very white and boring. I’d have to pick fights to keep from killing myself.” He glares up through the trees. “There was hardly any colour, only the other Arrancar.” He moves to place his hands behind his head where he lies next to me. I turn on my side to face him. “Each of us had a specific colour too. I think you would have given Szayel a run for his money for the pink position.” I giggle as he sends me an amused smirk.
“But really...how was it to live there?” I sat up and look down at him.
“Almost like it is here. I know there are a lot of Shinigami who don’t want me here. I have to be on guard...most of the time.” I smile down at him.
“I feel off-guard with you too.” I stick my tongue out at him.
Again, I was pulled down. My cheeks grow hot.
Alright...I needed to think of this objectively. Of course, Grimmjow is very good looking. His uniform is the same as it used to be except it’s black now, so his chest is still very much exposed. I’d have to be blind or something to not be effected by his physical appearance. His unruly blue hair and electric blue eyes...very appealing as well. So...physically, yes, I am very attracted to him.
So then...I love the few moments we’ve been with each other lately. I feel...safe...with him. He doesn’t treat me like a child or like I’m something to fuck and then brushed off afterwards. He never really comes onto me or anything either. Just...holds me sometimes.
My imagination is just running wild. That’s all. I really don’t want to ask him and then have an awkward tension between us. But I need to find someone to talk to. Who can give me some good advice without blabbing to others?
I've been working on this other story that kinda qualifies as a WK fic but it centers more on my original characters than the WK characters. So I might post it here eventually or not. We'll see. XD