#grimmrin

“No,” Urahara answered with a pitying smile, “you’re the lucky one.” 

My roommate hesitated. I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “You need to act before it’s too late.” I advised. Not that I ever had good luck with relationships, but it seemed reasonable. Grimmjow glanced at a framed picture on the wall, then back at me with a nod. “Thanks, Glo.” He replied. I smirked when I heard keys hitting the door. "Better not fuck this up." I winked sitting back down at my laptop. Grimmjow's footsteps faded away. I smirked knowing Grim would do no such thing.

           “So?” He responded, carelessly kissing her again.

The power died. Karin glanced out the window while the city continued to shake. Her disinterest evaporated to terror when she turned and tackled Yuzu to the ground. A power line came crashing through the front wall of their house in the same moment, causing a startled shriek to come from the blonde. Pain seared through Karin's left leg. She grit her teeth and checked herself. Wire from the power line cut deeply into her leg. Karin thanked whoever was watching out for her that it wasn't live. "Yuzu, you gotta find dad." The ravenette forced her voice to sound strong over the noise and chaos outside. Yuzu caught sight of her sister's leg bleeding. "I can't leave you like this!" She argued. Karin squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get free. The wire dug harshly into her leg, drawing more blood. She was pinned. "I can't get up. You gotta get him to lift it off me." The older twin managed to choke. Realizing Karin was right, Yuzu nodded. Karin slowly pushed herself up and Yuzu shimmied from under her. "Be careful." Karin shouted. "Don't move, girl." A masculine voice ordered. Yuzu froze looking over her shoulder. Karin glanced back through tears. In front of them a tall man stood. His hands were nonchalantly shoved in the pockets of his white pants. He drew the sword that was hanging at his side and turned to Karin. "Hold still." He ran the blade alongside Karin's leg, being careful to not cut her further, and snipped the wire. Karin screamed, before clamping her mouth tightly shut. Yuzu leapt to her sister's aide immediately. "Thank you." His blue eyes snapped to Karin when she spoke. They stared at each other a moment before he rolled his eyes and sniffed. "Hurry up." He growled at Yuzu. "I'm done." She snapped in return, assisting her sister to a sitting position. "We have to go." He impatiently remarked. He leaned down, taking Karin in one arm, and Yuzu less carefully in the other before starting to run. "Who are you?" Karin asked after a moment. He kept running. "Grimmjow." "Where are you taking us?" The questioning continued. "Your brother fucked something up. And I couldn't leave you two helpless brats to die. That redhead had a buddy around here somewhere." He responded sounding slightly bitter, pushing faster. Karin was silent for a moment. "You know my brother?" He sighed disgustedly. "I hate him." Karin stiffened slightly. Grimmjow came to a halt in front of the candy shop the twins frequented. He glanced down the street both directions before growling to himself and cursing under his breath. The earth beneath them creaked and began to crumble. "New plan. You're coming with me." "Where?" Karin asked. "Soul society."

Grimmjow looked up and put on his charm as the most stunning woman he'd ever seen stepped out of a cherry red BMW. She pulled off her aviators and made an embarrassed face before speaking. "Can you give me directions to the interstate?" She frowned, seeming to be embarrassed by being lost. Her slate eyes rested on everything but him while awaiting an answer. Deciding "follow this road to never see me again," wasn't what he wanted, Grimmjow remembered his childhood friend, Orihime ran a restaurant down the street. Perfect. She'll help him. "If you follow this road for three or four miles, you'll see a run down diner with coke signs in the widow. Stop and ask Orihime for her sweet tea. Then a left will take you to the interstate, and a right, well, that'll bring you back to me." He winked and she laughed. "Thanks." She giggled. "I'm Karin, by the way." She winked backing towards the expensive vehicle. "Grimmjow." He responded as she opened the door. "Nice meeting you, Grimmjow." She waved getting into the car, leaving him staring at the back of her car disappearing in the dust. "She's not coming back." He shook his head. Two hours passed, Grimmjow began to wonder if he could catch her. His eyes darted to his truck. The old rundown Ford stood no chance against her high end car. "Fuck." He scowled throwing his head back and glaring knives at the ceiling of the white tent. The sound of wheels in the distance made him turn his head towards the sound, despite being completely disinterested. He straightened his head recognizing the color. The closer it got the more he didn't believe it was her. She stepped out of the car a second time. He stared, shocked speechless that she'd come back. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you going to ask me why I came back." She smirked. He clamped his mouth shut, noticing that he had risen to his feet. "You came back because you couldn't bring yourself to leave me." She rolled her eyes, though she didn't deny what he said. "We could start with a date?" She offered. Grimmjow nodded. "Let's do that."

Remember when I said I was done with the GrimmRin? I LIED. ⊙▽⊙ ~ Could've been anything. Like how he poked her belly and the skin would sink beneath his index finger, but the arm that shoved his hand away was like a brick wall. Or perhaps that irritating cocky grin that, surprisingly, had been inherited by the mother who smiled so serenely in her photographs. Or the way she'd grab his attention, then do something weird like flare her nostrils, and laugh at his bewildered expression. Could have been the way she ate the radishes her twin sister prepared, but picked them out of her food at restaurants. Or how she reached over and around him for a notebook or the TV remote, like he was some oversized pillow she'd forgotten to put away. Or how she'd once used him as a live target for soccer practice, firing shot after shot through the hole in his abdomen, until her technique was perfect, and had never apologized. Speaking as a male, it could have been the way her tank top clung to her back when she was sweaty. Or the humid scent that came off of her after she showered. The shape of her muscular calves. The sway of her hips when she shifted her weight. The fact that she was oblivious to how sexy she looked when she let her hair down and untangled it with her fingers. But it also could have been the way she tried too hard. How she hated her teachers when they claimed her brother was a thug. How she regretted not developing powers of her own. Or the casual way she mentioned a comment she'd overheard in school, like it had almost slipped her mind, and wasn't corroding her self esteem. The things her classmates assumed because she didn't date anyone. Her rejection of traditional femininity, and the injury caused by a boy she'd liked who had thought of her as "one of the guys." But if he had to name a few things: The way she didn't tell him not to wait for her by the school gate, even though the rumors were getting out of hand. How she held his hand when she had a bad cramp, squeezing tighter and tighter. The way she climbed into bed and shut off the lights even though he was still there, trusting him to get up and leave whenever he wanted. The look on her face when he'd complained that her clumsy attempt at a kiss was just that, and how she'd allowed him to teach her despite the insult - and the fact that she was a fast learner. It could have been anything, though. She was easy to love.

This is the last of the GrimmRin I SWEAR (９*゜▽゜)９ ~ "Ichi-nii, you're back!" Ichigo patted his not-so-little baby sister Yuzu on the head. Neither of them commented on the fact that he hadn't aged while she'd developed into a lovely young woman of seventeen. "Just for a day or two. Wanted to make sure you guys were alright. Where's Karin?" Yuzu's eyebrows and lips moved downwards. "She's upstairs with a migraine. Had to miss soccer practice because of it." "Yikes. She won't be very happy then, huh?" "Oh, I wouldn't know about that..." Yuzu said quietly, studying her fingernails and doing nothing to stop Ichigo from heading up the stairs. Knowing that migraines required silence and darkness, he walked to the end of the hallway without turning on the light and very quietly, very slowly opened the door of his old bedroom. He stopped dead at the sight of a menacing shadow with glowing blue eyes glaring savagely at him from the side of his bedridden sister. Ichigo withdrew his head from the room and closed the door again, blinking. He went downstairs. Yuzu was watching television. "How's she doing?" she asked, not even taking her eyes off the screen. Ichigo sat on the cushion across from her, a confused look on his face. After a few moments of processing, he pointed a finger in the direction of the stairs. "Was that Grimmjow?" "Yup!" This seemed to confuse him even more. "What's he doing in Karin's bed?" Yuzu sighed, turned off the television and moved to Ichigo's side, laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "You've missed a lot while you've been away, Ichi-nii," she said in her most comforting voice, "but don't worry. It's going to be alright."

Okay bickering GrimmRin was pretty fun but you know what's even better?! Romantic GrimmRin. (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ~ "Hey," Karin murmured as she gazed out the window to distract herself from the shirtless Arrancar kissing her neck, "do you really have women in Hueco Mundo?" "Hn?" Grimmjow cut her an annoyed look, half distracted from the mark he was leaving on her shoulder. "I mean, I'm not stupid enough to think you're a virgin, but..." She left the sentence open for him to interpret however he wanted; she was too embarrassed to continue. Why did love have to make her feel like such an idiot? She hated it. But this was a legitimate concern! She couldn't exactly pop into Hueco Mundo and check. Grimmjow paused his attentions, becoming thoughtful. He loomed over her, shading her from the sun coming in through the window, and considered the question. "I used to," he said, "but not anymore." He saw her head turn towards him in his peripheral vision. "Not for a few years now." She tried to hide the relief in her voice. "Why not?" What the hell did she mean 'why not?' He scowled down at her, but there was no real anger in it. How could he be angry when her long black hair was loose and falling across her face in such a sexy way, and that smart-talking mouth of hers was parted so invitingly? Thus, he gave her the macho answer, because he wouldn't be much of a hollow if he told her none of them made him feel a fraction as much as she did. "They were boring," he growled before his lips came down on hers and she lost the will to hound him for details.