â â;; " ... What do you mean," he growls slowly, the brunt of the revelation hitting him all at once. It leaves him slow to start, voice low and even an dripping with horrible, bloody promise. "You can't fix it."Â
The welcome committee had been given a crisp 'fuck off,' at trying to take him wherever his new 'home' was supposed to be, and that fucking 'phone' thing he'd seen people use sits as a weird weight in his pocket, a piss poor counter-balance in place of his sword. Sure, it's not his first foray into the world of the living, but it is the first time in a very long time that he feels completely and entirely dwarfed by the enormity of it. It makes him want to bare his teeth and tear.
But this woman is one of the few he's willing to be civil with, as some of thee others might have called it-- or as close as someone like him can be to that. It's the only thing stopping him from rearing back-- if he hadn't been thoroughly and entirely declawed, if she had been anyone else, there'd be blood dripping form her shoulder from puncture wounds already for such abject failure in the face of him.
That's not to say that the hold releases, or even loosens. f anything, it only tightens, snarl threatening to curl his lip. "If you're gonna be so damn useless, then show me where the hell they are- those fuckin' 'Stars'. I'll beat it outta' them."
uh oh.
it hurts, is the first thought that crosses her mind. the next is it's not that bad. even limited, she knows Grimmjow's strength isn't something to laugh at or take lightly but Orihime had been hurt plenty of times before. though her shoulder stings, the skin underneath her sleeve no doubt turning an angry red, the most she does is wince. this was preferable to having to endure a slap from Yammy once more.
what stings more is that word: useless. it briefly reminds her of Urahara and how he told her that it was best she stay out of the way so many years ago. of course, she didn't listen, not after Rukia talked some sense into her. but she knows there's no point in taking it to heart or even being offended. Grimmjow wasn't known for being overly pleasant and compared to others in this city, she was probably one of the least knowledgable around about its workings.
" That's not--" words cut off as she tries and tries to think of the best way to say this. " You can't. Nobody can!" as if that would help ease any of the anger that's practically radiating off of him. " I don't know where they are nor does anyone else here and that's the way they want it. And even if I did know and I told you, they're the ones that weakened you. If they can just pluck us from our world, what makes you think that you can beat it out of them?! "













