It was almost u n a c c e p t a b l e--- How much he missed the Sexta.
Voices continuously told him that he needed to get away, needed to leave. Was he that much of a monster? Was he really that capable of taking his life away in an instant? Maybe it was the jinchuuriki's naive nature taking place again, always finding the good in everyone. Yeah--- There were times where he had questioned why he had fallen for someone like the Espada, especially since he was so close with a soul reaper that completely despised him. Every time he had those questions however, the light azure haired male managed to squash them completely.
How---?
A tanned palm would fall over his eyes as anatomy lied down on the soft surface of his bed, tiers lifting into a smile as he chuckled. Someone so dangerous--- How did he end up belonging to someone like that? Was there any regret there though? No--- Not at all. Was it pathetic? Who knows--- It was hard to say. There was just something about the panther that captured him, and he couldn't escape.
❝Heh--- Asshole.❞
Day in and day out that they were apart, the blond had him on his mind. Making him worry like this--- That bastard. He probably didn't even care. His presence, the way Grimmjow [ looked ] at him, everything about him--- It was hard for the whiskered host not to think about him.
Dark and Light.
Complete opposites---
Frame rolled to the side, hand falling to the empty spot on his bed. Guess it's true when they say that opposite's attract. That darkness that surrounded the Sexta was somewhat overwhelming, but would the young shinobi ever let it take him over? No--- He'd overcome so much that no matter what happened between the two, his will of fire would never diminish. That thought shook his mind from time to time, but he never allowed it to be his full perception of the Espada. The only thing he could do now was hope that he was safe and that he would return to his apartment unharmed.
❝You better come back safe, ne?❞
