#dekishibi

It’d been too long.

              That was the only semblance of time’s passing that Grimmjow had in accordance to Kurosaki Ichigo. It had been too long since their last encounter– the one in which he’d decided to take it upon himself to cast pity on the King (of all beings). What, he wondered (though quite loosely and without much true intention to answer), had gone through the other’s head the moment he stepped in front of Santa Teresa?

               How many days had passed since such a disgusting bout of weakness had been carelessly tossed his way?

               An upward quirk of his lip prefaced the interaction which would make the aforementioned time frame null and void. He would ensure, right here and now, that the other would not so much as bat an eye before he paid for what he’d done– for the embarrassment…

…for the mercy.

Long time no see, Kurosaki.