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Your Love	By : EroPrincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 7474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I do not make any money from this story. I'm merely writing it for fun.

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WARNINGS: Grimmjow may be a bit out-of-character. Lots of WAFF (warm-and-fuzzy-feeling), and get your tissues ready. This is going to be a tearful one!
JB I really appreciate you putting up with me.
"…'cause you know the snitches be puttin' the Jake on…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 10
Grimmjow and Nelliel walked together along the sidewalk in the late evening after catching a movie at the local cinema. He wrapped his arm protectively around Nelliel's waist, while his girlfriend snuggled in his denim jacket to fend off the cool, fall air.
They had been dating since summer and ever since that magical night they shared when she tried to seduce him, they had been inseparable. It was a rarity that someone would see one without the other on their arm. Nelliel and Grimmjow had become so close in fact, he asked her to move in with him a few weeks prior, with Nelliel happily agreeing.
Every day was a complete joy to the sea-green-haired woman, her brightest dreams coming true. Grimmjow did everything in his power to make her happy, and she appreciated every effort on his part.
Sleeping next to him at night and waking up next to him every morning felt like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. Hearing his sarcastic jokes about her cooking skills whenever she tried—and failed—to cook him a decent breakfast or dinner made her smile. Even her friends commented, saying they were jealous because she spent more time with Grimmjow than them. Nelliel could only smile in response. There were things Grimmjow could do for her that her friends couldn't. However she had promised Hallibel and the others she would make more time for them in the future. Every day she spent with Grimmjow made her feel like she had a future to look forward to.
Gone were the anxiety attacks, the constant need of wanting someone to fill the empty void within her. Nelliel no longer felt scared of being alone Her friends played a major role in helping her overcome her fears, but she thanked Grimmjow the most for making her feel protected and secure. Whenever she was around him, Nelliel felt like she could face anything. Whenever she was without him, she looked forward to seeing him again, even if she was only at work, or taking a simple trip to the supermarket.
Yes, Grimmjow made the young, sea-green-haired woman feel things she never imagined she would. Nelliel had long come to the conclusion that she was deeply and dangerously in love with the teal-haired man holding her. She had yet to tell Grimmjow her feelings. She wasn't afraid to confess them to him, but she wanted to make sure the time was right.
Soon Grimmjow, she assured herself. I'm going to let you know soon.
"Where do you want to go now, Grimmjow?" Nelliel asked her boyfriend. "Or are you ready to go home?"
"We still have time before we head home." He answered her. "Let's just enjoy the night."
"Mmm…" Nelliel snuggled more into her boyfriend's embrace and breathed in the scent of his favorite Armani cologne. "That's fine with me."
Together the couple walked the streets of downtown Karakura town, allowing time to slip away. Their journey led them to a local, late-night convenience store, and Grimmjow had the sudden urge for a Tootsie pop.
He released his girlfriend and pushed open the door. Looking back he asked her, "Do ya wan' somethin', Nel?"
Nelliel smiled sweetly at him, "I'll have whatever you're having."
He smirked at her response. "Copycat." He joked, winking at her.
"I think I'll live; knowing that." She grinned.
"I'll be quick." She watched Grimmjow enter the store and relaxed her back against the hard, brick surface of the building and waited patiently for his return. If this was a few months ago, Nelliel knew she would've followed her boyfriend into the store out of fear of being by herself. However, since being with Grimmjow, she was proud that she had overcome her fears. She felt strong; no longer burdened by her attack from two years prior.
Her hazel eyes watched other couples that were holding hands and embracing lovingly as they too, walked the sidewalks of Karakura. Seeing them made her smile brighter. September must be the month of love, she thought closing her eyes.
Nelliel jumped, startled when she heard the overhead bells of the convenience store door opening again. Opening her eyes, she stared at the intense baby blues of her boyfriend as he smirked at her.
"I didn't scare ya, did I?" He asked with a chuckle.
Snatching a Tootsie Pop from his hand, Nelliel scowled. "Just shut up and give me my candy."
"Keep talkin' like tha' ta me," Grimmjow warned, embracing his girlfriend again and walked on down the street. "And I'm really gonna give ya somethin' ta close tha' mouth of yers."
Nelliel looked at him and twirled her lollipop sexily in her mouth, going along with his meaning. "I'm looking forward to it."
The teal-haired man felt his fingers twitch with the desire to rub his throbbing crotch, but he dug his fingers in his girlfriend's waist instead. "I'm gonna hold yer ass to tha'."
"I would expect you to—ohh!" Nelliel's golden eyes brightened when she looked ahead and saw a beautiful display before them. She released Grimmjow and jogged towards a stunningly illuminated water fountain.
Grimmjow only smirked, watching Nelliel run towards the multicolored, tall water display. He fisted his hand the pocket of his jeans and clenched a candy wrapper. Inside was a lime-flavored Ring Pop he was planning to give to his girlfriend later that night.
Some women craved jewelry, others craved money, cars, and clothes; and then there was Nelliel. Nelliel was a happy woman as long as she had good friends, a good man, good sex, and most importantly: good sweets. So Grimmjow thought it would be interesting to give her a Ring Pop as a substitute for an engagement ring. The real one karat, green diamond ring was safe in their home, hiding away in his nightstand drawer.
He thought back to the talks he, Hallibel, and Shawlong had years ago about the "Great Ones", like the Robert Di Niro movie A Bronx Tale. A Great One is a woman who'll do anything for her man, a woman who isn't selfish, and will stick by her man no matter what.
Hallibel and Shawlong would poke fun and joke with him about how he would never find a Great One; continually commenting on his poor choices of women to which Grimmjow would only curse and brush off. He knew the women he brought around didn't fit anywhere in the Great One genre. They were for the moment, and he only kept them around for the moment.
Grimmjow knew what to look for, but he wasn't looking for a Great One; he was still much too young to think about settling down with one woman. He wanted to focus on bettering his life, not marrying a random chick. Then Nelliel stumbled into his life and he knew he wouldn't and couldn't ever let her go. The teal-haired man knew that his girlfriend had Great One potential the moment she selflessly tended to Di Roy's wounds after he insulted her many months ago.
Ever since then, she continued to get under his skin. Nelliel entered a place in his mind that no woman other than Hallibel resided. More importantly, she found a place in his heart and he knew then she was a Great One—the Great One.
That was why tonight as he stood and watched Nelliel dip her hands in the fountain and merrily splash water around despite the chill air, he knew he would propose. Why waste time? It seemed perfect enough, watching the multitude of bright colors flash across her cheerful face. The way she smiled as she looked at him, motioning with her wet hand to join her. Yes, Grimmjow knew he would propose with the Ring Pop under the colorful water fountain, and he knew she would say yes.
Grimmjow was fully aware of Nelliel's amorous feelings for him, even if she didn't voice them. Her actions were proof enough to showcase her love for him. For that he was thankful, in spite of all the hardships he endured, someone out there was willing to believe in him, to give him a chance, to find happiness with him. He wouldn't let her down, ever.
He allowed himself to smile a genuine smile at her. The only smile on the planet he reserved just for her, and she smiled back, her eyes glowing with joy. Grimmjow jerked his thumb in the direction of a sweet bun cart a few meters away.
Nelliel nodded in understanding and continued to play in the water when her boyfriend faced away from her. Sitting down on the edge of the fountain, she reached in the pocket of her jeans, grabbed a coin, and lifted her fist above the pool. Closing her eyes, she silently wished for continued happiness with Grimmjow and her friends. Tossing the coin in the air, Nelliel opened her eyes when she didn't hear it splash in the water.
"Hmm?" She looked at the person sitting next to her and scowled at the familiar face. "What do you want, Cirucci?"
Cirucci sat and smirked at Nelliel's irritated expression, tossing the coin repeatedly in the air after catching it from Nelliel. It landed in her palm again and she closed her fingers around it. "Be careful of what you wish for, Nel. You may not get it."
Folding her hands over her chest, the sea-green-haired woman shot back. "I suppose you're speaking from experience. You never did get what you wanted, right?" Her eyes landed on her boyfriend's back and Cirucci's violet gaze followed towards Grimmjow standing in the line of the sweet bun cart. Facing her again, Nel continued. "So… let's cut the bullshit. What brings you here?"
"My, my…" After tossing Nelliel's coin into the water Cirucci's hand covered her heart, pretending to be offended. "I didn't know the princess could have such a potty mouth."
Nelliel felt a negative vibe from the young woman next to her. Her scowl deepened as she thought about why she would approach her, ruining her date with Grimmjow. Cirucci should've gotten the message three months ago when Grimmjow let her know he didn't want her. She couldn't be after Grimmjow after all of this time. It wouldn't make sense. What would she stand to gain other than more humiliation?
"I don't have time for you." Nelliel rose from her spot on the fountain's edge and started to walk in Grimmjow's direction. "I'm leaving."
"I wouldn't do tha' if I wer ya… pet…"
The young woman froze in her tracks, her entire body completely immobile. Her voice was lost in her throat when she heard the familiar sneer behind her.
That voice… that voice from so long ago… It couldn't be… could it? Nelliel didn't remember the attack two years ago, but she could never forget the raspy, cold voice of her attacker. Just hearing the familiar timbre made her stomach churn and bile threaten to rise in her throat.
"It would be in yer best interest if ya come wit' me."
Nelliel spun around to be faced with an extremely tall, thin man with long, onyx hair, staring down at her with his right, dark gray eye. His left eye was hidden behind a black eye patch. He wore the cheekiest grin she'd ever seen and it made her blood turn cold. There was no humor behind that malicious smile or the evil glint in his eye. His entire being screamed, "danger!" but Nelliel found her body stiff like a statue.
Her heart began to race and sweat began to dot her forehead despite the cold air around her. She swallowed the lump of fear down her throat and squared her shoulders, feeling her muscles warm again. I can do this. She mentally told herself as adrenaline coursed through her veins. I can do this. "Who are you?"
The stranger's smile only stretched further at her question. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and raised a dark eyebrow in her direction. "Who am I, ya say? Why tha's a stupid question, Nelliel."
Nelliel gasped and she clutched her stomach to settle the treacherous storm within her. How… does he know my name…? It… it really is…
"Yer wearin' my signature on yer face… Nelliel…" The stranger reached forward and lifted her bangs, exposing the large scar from her brutal attack. "Don' tell me ya fergot all about it, hmm…? Ya remember how I bashed yer head in good, huh?"
This can't be happening. Why… why me…? Why did this have to happen to me? Nelliel refused to listen to another word. She would not stand here and allow this man or Cirucci to play mind games on her. She inhaled deeply, her chest expanding as air filled her lungs. Just before she could shout "Grimmjow…!" a white cloth covered her nose and mouth and seconds later her body fell limp as she lost consciousness.
The stranger caught her before she fell to the ground and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. He smirked in Cirucci's direction and said, "Well done. Ya keep tha' punk-bitch distracted while I get this whore away."
"Right, Nnoitra." Cirucci looked on as Grimmjow stood in front of the cart-keeper and purchased a couple of sweet buns. You deserve this, Grimmjow. You humiliated me. I should be the one sitting here, waiting for you to come feed me sweets. I should be the girl everyone around town talks about when it comes to you. I should be the one who changed you, Grimmjow.
The more Cirucci thought about Grimmjow's relationship with Nelliel, the angrier she became. Every day since that night he chose Nelliel over her she vowed revenge. There was no way that blue-haired bastard was going to get away with embarrassing her like that! No one humiliated Cirucci and got away with it! No one turned down Cirucci! So when Nnoitra approached her with an offer she couldn't refuse, of course she took it.
All she had to do was rid Grimmjow of Nelliel, who was standing in the way of her dream man. You took away my chance at happiness. Now I'm going to take away yours. All's fair in love and war, baby.
The day Cirucci set her violet eyes on the handsome fighter; she instantly pictured herself standing by his side as his Queen, to his title of King of the streets. She imagined herself living like royalty and everyone around them treating her with the utmost respect. She pictured herself living the high life; dining in the finest places, driving his luxury car, living in his luxury penthouse, blowing kisses to the wind at everyone she deemed lower than her.
For several months Cirucci chased him, only to be ignored. She even went as far as sleeping with some of Grimmjow's friends just to get close to him. Imagine the day when Grimmjow personally invited her to his party at the warehouse, it had seemed all her hard work paid off!
He flirted with her the entire evening, filling her mind with naughty scenarios of the two of them. He repeatedly told her how he was going to take her back to his place and fuck her brains out. His words, his dirty fantasies sounded like heaven to Cirucci… that was… until that silicone bitch arrived at the party. After that, Grimmjow didn't give her the time of day. His only focus was that fat, scar-faced whore!
Cirucci knew she didn't have the strength to face Grimmjow directly, but it was obvious what his weak spot was: his girlfriend. She knew the only way to get to Grimmjow was to get rid of his bitch. So that's what she was doing.
Now she sat waiting, watching as the teal-haired man walked in her direction, expecting to find his girlfriend. Sorry honey, she thought devilishly. Your whore is gone for good! But don't worry, I can take her place!
A sinking feeling entered his stomach as Grimmjow looked at Cirucci sitting in Nelliel's spot on the edge of the fountain, smirking at him. He dropped the buns and drinks he was holding unceremoniously on the ground and his face darkened with fury. Seeing that slut in his girlfriend's place made him want to reach forward and choke her until her neck snapped! He instantly knew she had something to do with Nelliel's sudden disappearance. Nevertheless, he knew Cirucci and lashing out at her in a blind fury wouldn't make her talk. She had three minutes to tell him everything that happened while his back was facing them… then he would lash out at her in a blind fury!
In four long strides Grimmjow stood in front of the smirking brunette. With his arms folded across his chest, he asked her in a cold voice, "Where the fuck is she?"
Crossing her bare legs underneath the navy miniskirt she wore, Cirucci placed her hands behind her and leaned back, facing Grimmjow head on. "I don't know who you're talking about." She told him in an even voice.
What little patience he had with her just vanished in that moment. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes, trying desperately to not punch that smirk from her gloss-coated lips. For the sake of civility, he decided to try it once more. "Let me rephrase tha'. What didja do wit' Nel?"
Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Cirucci's eyes narrowed and her smirked widened. She immensely enjoyed seeing Grimmjow riled up. This'll teach him a lesson about fucking with me! "I still don't know who you're talking about," she continued to feign ignorance. "Are you sure you're feeling alright, Grimmy? You don't look so well. Your face is red, and you dropped all that delicious food on the ground. Maybe you need to sit down and take a breather."
Within milliseconds, Grimmjow's left hand was wrapped around Cirucci's neck. He effortlessly lifted her from the fountain, her leather knee-high boots hanging in mid-air. In an icy voice that brought chills down her spine, he coolly spoke, "Bitch, I'll kill ya right here, right now. Ya will tell me where Nel is."
Frightened violent eyes widened as she looked down at the furious blunet staring at her. The expression he wore scared her shitless and she felt the blood drain from her face. Wha-why… why is he… "Wha-what are you d-doing… G-Gr-Grimm…jow…" She choked out, her hands digging in his to alleviate the pressure he was putting on her neck. "Y-You're… you're n-not supposed t-to… hit a w-woman…"
"I don'." Grimmjow kept his icy tone even, never taking his eyes off his victim. "But I have no problem beatin' the shit outta hos… especially hos who like ta fuck wit' me. So… I'll ask ya one more time… wha'-did-ya-do-wit'-Nel?" A crowd began to gather, standing a few feet away from Grimmjow and Cirucci. They all gasped in horror while they watched the teal-haired man choking a petite, curly-haired woman.
"Y-You're such a b-bitch!" Cirucci spat at him. "You… you used t-to rule th-these streets…! Ever… ever since you m-met h-her… you gotten soft! You're…you're sweet… s-sweeter th-than chocolate… Gr-Grimm…jow! F-Fuck you!"
Hearing her words angered him tenfold. His blue eyes dilated and he felt his body convulse with rage. Without warning he smashed her face with a multitude of right punches, each blow causing instant bruises and blood to land against her skin. Afterwards he slammed her body down in the ice cold water of the fountain pool, her back hitting against the hard marble of the surface.
Grimmjow held Cirucci under the water, not caring about what happened to her. He pressed her shoulders to the marble, her head submerged underneath the cold liquid. In his blind wrath, he felt her nails clawing at his skin, scraping against the flesh until she drew blood, desperately trying to get out for air. She kicked him in his waist and he didn't feel a thing. He wanted her to suffer! He wanted her to hurt, to feel pain for making Nelliel leave! He wanted to wipe that fucking smirk from her face permanently!
"I'll fuckin' kill ya! I'll fuckin' kill ya!" Underneath the water Cirucci heard Grimmjow's venomous screams pounding in her head against her skull. The icy water numbed the pain she felt in her face from his fist. Her nose slowly sucked in the water around her and she felt lightheaded. Her limbs grew weak and she no longer had the will to fight against the ferocious man for her life.
I'm sorry, she cried out but no one heard her. I-I'm sorry… Grimmjow… I-I didn't… I didn't think… Cirucci felt her body lifted from the water and she began coughing up the liquid as she tried to feed her lungs with the much-needed air.
"If ya got time ta breath, ya got time ta talk!" The brunette heard Grimmjow yell at her. His grip still held her shoulders in place and she didn't doubt for another second that he would kill her if she played any more games with him.
Cirucci's teeth chattered and she felt the cold air instantly hit her bones. Her entire wardrobe was soaked and she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, even with her bottom half remaining in the frozen water. "N-Nnoitra… he's… he's g-g-got h-h-her…"
Cirucci explained everything to Grimmjow the best she could given her current state, praying to a holy entity that he didn't end her life. While she told him everything, she truly realized what she'd done. She just sentenced an innocent woman to her possible death to an attacker hell-bent on brutalizing her.
Tears began to pour from her eyes, warming her swollen, frozen cheeks as she looked down at the water. "I-I'm s-sorry… Gr-Grimm…jow…" She sniffed, not able to look at him due to the guilt beginning to wrack her body. "I-I-didn't th-th-think—oof!"
Cirucci's body landed in the water again with another loud splash. Grimmjow stood with his right fist raised after punching her one final time. He felt someone grab him from behind, but shook the person off. "Mind yer own fuckin' business!" He turned around and yelled at the stranger who just held him. Facing the brunette he screamed, "Yer better hope she's alive an' well, 'cos if even a hair's missin' from her head, I'm comin' aft'r ya!"
Grimmjow stormed off and headed towards the subway station. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Nelliel's number. The call was sent straight to voicemail and panic began to rise within him. Nel, please be alright. I'm gonna save ya, then ya'll be free from this shit!
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Final chapter: bloodlust.
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