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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.

Chapter List
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WARNINGS: I do not know anything about the Japanese justice system. I suppose I could've done my research before typing this chapter, but I'll admit that I'm lazy. So everything that's going to happen, I'm going by the American justice system. Also I really, really suck at fight scenes, mysteries and the like, but I love to read them! So forgive me if anything doesn't seem believable in this chapter.
JB you are a Godsend! I appreciate you volunteering to edit this story for me and for making the fight scene 360+ words longer and better!
"…and be your lover I'm-a diehard like Bruce Willis…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 11
Grimmjow had called Hallibel and his friends to meet him at the fighting studio to discuss Nelliel's whereabouts. Everyone gathered in his office surrounding Shawlong who was sitting behind the desk at the desktop computer. Grimmjow hovered behind him, staring intently at the screen. Hallibel stood to Grimmjow's right, leaning over his shoulder at the information Shawlong typed.
Apache, Mila-Rose, and Sun-Sun all stood at the opposite side of the desk huddled together as they did their best to hold their composure. Sun-Sun covered her mouth, muffing her gentle sobs; Mila-Rose's face creased dramatically and she scowled deeply, angry that something so horrible could happen to one of her closest friends… again.
That… that whoring bitch! I swear if I get my hands on Cirucci I'm gonna fucking kill her!
Apache's expression appeared calm on the surface, but inside she felt the storm of emotions gathering, swirling all around her when she thought about Nelliel's well-being. Why would anyone want to hurt Nel? She asked herself. She's one of the most sweetest people on this Earth.
Di Roy sat alone in a corner with his head bowed and his arms resting on his knees. He closed his eye and thought back to the night at the warehouse where he poked fun at Nelliel because she hadn't wanted any alcohol to drink. Because of his mouth, he wore a permanent reminder from his boss underneath his eye patch. She tended to his wound; told him she didn't care but the smile she gave him when he departed said otherwise.
Now as he sat listening while Hallibel, Shawlong, and Grimmjow discuss plans to bring Nelliel back, he could feel the bloodlust emanating from his role model. There was a killing intent coming from Grimmjow that Di Roy hadn't felt in a long time. He didn't know who Nnoitra was, but he felt bad for the man already.
Pesche and Dondochakka both leaned against the wall waiting patiently for Grimmjow, Shawlong, and Hallibel to map out their plan in rescuing Nelliel. Both young men were immersed in their thoughts, wishing there was something they could've done to prevent this from happening.
If only I was stronger, Dondochakka scolded himself. If only I was able to protect her the first time, Nelliel would still be safe with us right now. Who knows what that freak is doing to her!
Pesche removed himself from the wall and walked towards the desk with his fists balled at his sides. He reached over Shawlong and grabbed Grimmjow's shirt collar. Looking intently into Grimmjow's blue eyes with fire in his own, the scrawny man told him in a low, dangerous voice, "You did this. You did this to Nelliel. We trusted her to you, to keep her safe and you let her get caught!" His voice began to rise and Pesche continued, ignoring Grimmjow's stunned look.
"Find her or I swear Grimmjow you won't live to see another day, because I'm going to end your pathetic life! You know I never did like you, but I accepted you anyway because Nel loved you!"
"Ya think I don' know tha' ya moron?" Grimmjow snatched Pesche's fist from his shirt and shouted at him. "Ya think I wanted this shit ta happen ta her? Wha' the fuck do ya think we're over 'ere doin' dumbass? Bidin' our time?"
"Jaegerjaquez… Pesche…" Hallibel pleaded with her friends. "Please let's all focus here. Pesche, no one's to blame, and Jaegerjaquez you shouldn't carry so much guilt. We're going to find her, but yelling and threatening each other isn't going to bring Nel back. We have to remain calm and levelheaded; otherwise we'll never be able to think clearly, which is exactly what Nnoitra wants."
"But you already called the police," Pesche continued to shout, ignoring Hallibel's statement to remain calm. "Those bastards told us there wasn't anything they could do if she wasn't missing for forty-eight hours! What kind of shit is that?"
Turning to Grimmjow Hallibel asked, "How long has it been since you and Nel were downtown?"
Ignoring Pesche for the time being, he looked at the time on the computer screen. "It's 11:38pm now, so it's been about an hour and a half."
Pushing Grimmjow aside, the blonde sat in Shawlong's lap and tapped her fingernails on the hard wood surface of the desk. She repeated Nnoitra's name inside her head, trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar to her.
"Nnoitra Jiruga… Nnoitra Jiruga… I… I… oh-my-goodness!"
"What? What is it, Tia?" Apache felt a glimmer of hope slither through her as she looked at her friend's face. She hoped Hallibel made a discovery; any information about Nelliel's attacker would be heaven-sent.
Not answering Apache, Hallibel faced Shawlong and Grimmjow. "Do you guys remember this skinny kid back from middle school? He was tall… lanky… and he was always grinning. He got bullied a lot by the other kids and he only hung around this blond boy… There was an incident where someone hit him in the face with a snowball, but inside it was a metal ball. It permanently damaged his left eye."
"Nnoitra Jiruga…" Shawlong also slowly repeated his name as he thought about their middle school days. "I remember someone vaguely similar. He was extremely loud, always boasting about how he would someday become famous and everyone would regret the way they treated him. However… there's something else that's familiar about his name, but I cannot quite put my finger on it."
"Hmm…" Grimmjow closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, his memory slowly returning. "Why are ya askin'? Do ya think he's the same Nnoitra who's behind this shit?"
"It's a possibility," Hallibel replied, "but it's not certain. I mean, Nnoitra Jiruga isn't exactly a common name."
"So ya mean ta tell me tha' this bastard's doin' this all outta revenge over some dumb, middle school shit?" Grimmjow growled at Hallibel, his blue eyes reflecting the rage he felt inside. "Nel didn't even go ta school with us! He couldn't hav' known her then!"
The blonde closed her eyes and kept her composure, ignoring her best male friend's tirade. "What I'm saying is anything's possible." Hallibel turned to face Shawlong. "Could you do a search on Nnoitra Jiruga to find out more information about him?"
"Certainly." The brunet leaned forward past Hallibel and Googled Nnoitra's name and clicked on a web link that caught his eye. "Hmm…"
"What? What is it?" Grimmjow and the others now crowded around the computer to look at the webpage Shawlong pulled up.
Shawlong cleared his throat, "Looking at his picture, he does look like the same Nnoitra we attended school with. He even has an eye patch covering his left eye. It says here that he designs web pages and he works from home." Scrolling down, Shawlong read the list of local clients Nnoitra worked for and everyone gasped when a familiar name appeared on the screen.
"He… he designed the webpage for your studio… Grimmjow…?" Mila-Rose asked wide-eyed, staring incredulously at the fighter.
Staring at the screen, Grimmjow's heart began to race and sweat began to dampen his forehead while he tried to think back to the day he hired the dark-haired webpage designer. Just thinking about Nnoitra using him just to get close to Nelliel made his blood turn cold.
"Our website's been up fer less than a year… Nel an' I weren't datin' then, so this couldn't be about some sick, twisted game ta get at me. Cirucci told me tha' Nnoitra's the same guy who attacked Nel two years ago. We can only assume he's been followin' her ever since. Us crossin' paths was a coincidence… a fuckin' coincidence tha' eventually worked in his favor… Shit!" He punched his fist in his palm and scowled, murderous intent boiling inside of him as he thought about the things he would do to Nnoitra once he found him.
"Shawlong?" Grimmjow called out to him.
Lifting Hallibel from his lap Shawlong responded, "I'm already ahead of you." He stood and maneuvered past everyone to the file cabinet. Reaching for the key he wore around his neck, he unlocked it and rummaged through the various files until he spotted the one titled "Jiruga, Nnoitra". Retrieving it, the brunet approached the desk again and opened it, displaying the contents in front of everyone.
"Here's the invoice for the webpage he designed for us. It has his address and telephone number. Since he works from home, we can only assume this is his home address and phone number."
"Alright, let's get the bastard!" Grimmjow's heart pumped rapidly in his chest, adrenaline flowing through his system. Nnoitra fucked with the wrong person, and he was going to make sure he would pay for it dearly! He, Shawlong, Pesche, and Di Roy headed towards the closed office door, only to be interrupted by Hallibel.
"Jaegerjaquez we can't just rush at this guy's home." The blonde reached for her friend, holding on to his shoulders. "We still don't know if he's the same Nnoitra that hurt Nel."
Shoving her hands aside Grimmjow hollered, "It's the only fuckin' lead tha' we got—" The familiar ringtone from his I-Phone 4 interrupted his speech and everyone in the room went quiet. He pulled the small device from his pocket and nearly dropped it when he saw Nelliel's name appear on his caller ID.
"What the fuck?" He shouted unbelievingly and everyone rushed to circle around him.
"Oh my gosh!" Sun-Sun cried when she saw Nelliel's name on Grimmjow's LCD screen.
"Does this mean she's alright?" Dondochakka hollered as his body began to shake with raw emotion.
Everyone else began to shout at the same time, but Grimmjow didn't pay them any attention. He immediately answered his phone. "Nel? Nel where are ya? Jus' tell me an' I'll com' get ya!"
His hand squeezed his cell in anger when he heard a male voice cackling in his ear. "Sorry ta break it ta ya, but Nelliel's a little tied up at the moment."
"You son-of-a-bitch! Wha' did'ja do ta Nel?"
"Now… now… I wouldn't yell at me if I wer you…" The voice chuckled from the receiver. "It would be in yer best interest ta be nice ta me. If ya wan' ta see yer little girlfriend again… I suggest you do exactly as I say…"
Growling in anger, Grimmjow stalked to his desk and set his smart-phone atop it. He pressed the button for the speakerphone to allow everyone in the room to listen to Nelliel's kidnapper.
"I'm sure by now, ya have already figured out who I am from that moronic bitch, Cirucci."
The teal-haired man bit his tongue thinking about the woman who was responsible for his girlfriend's predicament. He could still picture her canary-swallowing smirk, the glint in her eyes when she teased him about Nelliel's whereabouts.
The voice on the phone cleared his throat to continue. "Well, I took care of tha' whore so she won't be talkin' anytime soon…"
"Wha' the hell did'ja do ta her ya sick bastard?" Grimmjow reached for his phone and hollered into the receiver. "Wha' the hell did'ja do with Cirucci?"
The voice mocked Grimmjow on the other line. "It'd seem as if yer more concerned 'bout that street-slut than Nelliel?"
Hallibel stood next to Grimmjow at his desk and snatched the phone from his grasp. "We don't have time to listen to your taunts, Nnoitra. Tell us where Nel is."
"I see someone's ready ta get right down ta business…" Nnoitra nearly laughed. "Tia, it's not like ya ta be so impatient… I always thought ya were more level-headed than the company ya keep—"
"Cut the shit," Hallibel cut him off, even though hearing him speak her name made gooseflesh spread across her skin. This man is twisted. Please Nel, please be alright. We're coming to get you. "Just tell us how to find Nel."
"I suggest ya check the time," Nnoitra told them. He only wished he could see their expressions, but took pride knowing that all of Nelliel's friends were in a panic.
Everyone raced behind the desk to check the time on the computer. "It should be precisely 11:59pm." Nnoitra recited the address to his location. "Ya hav' exactly thirty-one minutes ta get 'ere…otherwise yer precious Nelliel will suffer the same fate as tha' other slut!"
"You… you killed… Cirucci…?" Hallibel gasped in horror. She didn't like the young woman, but she never would've wished death on her. She got caught in this man's sick and twisted scheme and had paid the ultimate price.
Nnoitra threw his head back and laughed hysterically thinking, yes this is so much fun! And aft'r all, tonight wouldn't be much fun without an audience!
"Would ya like ta know how she's doin'?" He ignored Hallibel's question about Cirucci. Instead the group heard a series of thuds followed by the sound of someone coughing in the background. Murmured questions amongst the friends were abruptly silenced when a familiar, soft voice came through.
"Grimmjow…" Nelliel's voice sounded dry as she struggled to speak. Everyone in the room kept quiet, lost in their own thoughts while tidal wave after tidal wave of emotions washed over them.
"Grimm…jow… help me… please… It hurts… it—ugh…" The sound of a heavy object landing, immediately followed by maniacal laughter made everyone in the office gasp in horror.
Snatching the phone back from Hallibel's hands, Grimmjow's eyes were wide with the horror of thoughts of what Nnoitra could be doing to Nelliel at this exact moment. Screaming into his phone he hollered, "What tha' hell did'ja do ta her? Tell me dammit! Tell me or I swear I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya!"
Nnoitra remained unaffected by the fighter's taunts and instead chuckled. "My guest 'ere got a little carried away. I had ta shut her up, ya understand how women are." Grimmjow could practically hear this man's grin through the phone and the thought of him hurting Nelliel and enjoying it made his stomach lurch.
"And if ya wanna follow through on yer threat, ya have exactly twenty-seven minutes ta get 'ere… otherwise it's lights-out fer Nelliel." There was a click, then the familiar tone of the line being disconnected.
"We have ta go, now!" Grimmjow marched to the office door with most of Nelliel's friends following behind him. Hallibel remained rooted in her spot and again began to protest.
"It's a trap, Jaegerjaquez," she told him. "As I stated before, we can't just barge in without a plan. We need to figure out what we're going to do in order to save Nel. We have to keep her safety first."
"Ya dumb bitch," the blunet roared at the blonde standing in front of him. He reached for her collar and pulled her body flush against his. "I already figured out wha' I'm gonna do! I'm gonna save Nel, with or wit'out ya!"
"She's right, Grimmjow," Shawlong spoke after remaining quiet for some time. He held the invoice in one hand and the written address of Nnoitra's location in the other. Everyone in the room turned and faced him, staring unbelievingly at him.
Releasing Hallibel, hard and cold blue eyes met with calm, dark brown eyes, "What the fuck are ya talkin' 'bout, Shawlong? We need ta get down there as fast as possible an' save her, dammit!"
"I agree." The brunet told his best friend. "However, just as Tia said, it isn't wise to rush in without a plan. Take a look at this." He handed the written address to Grimmjow, whose eyes widened as he recognized the familiar place.
"This… this is…" he stammered and Shawlong finished his sentence.
"Yes, it's the address to the warehouse. We can only assume that if he is indeed keeping Nel at the warehouse, then he's been trailing her since the two of you met, since that's the place where your relationship started."
Hallibel's eyes widened in fear, her emerald gaze focused on Shawlong. "Then that could also mean he knows where Nel lives…" Facing Grimmjow she added, "and you too…"
"This is why we need to formulate a plan." Shawlong continued. "I suggest that all of you," he looked around the group. "You all should return to your homes. Alert the authorities of what's going on again. We can't take any chances that Nnoitra may appear at your residence. I'm going to call Edrad and head over to Nnoitra's place to see what we can find out. I'm almost certain that he will not be at home. That would be too obvious since he should know that we have his address on file. After that we're going to stop by your place to make sure everything's okay there."
"So… ya think there's a chance tha' he really does hav' Nel at the warehouse?" Grimmjow asked, listening to his best friend's plan.
"I'm saying that we should be prepared for anything." Shawlong answered. Facing the quiet, white-haired teen for the first time, the brunet said, "Di Roy, it would also be best if you returned home. I don't think Nnoitra's going to come after you. Out of everyone here, I believe you're the safest."
"No," Grimmjow protested, gaining everyone's attention. "I wan' him and Halliberry ta come wit' me."
"Jaegerjaquez, you're only putting Di Roy's life in danger," Hallibel spoke up. "We can't afford to have anyone else hurt over this!"
"Look, I know wha' I'm doin'!" Grimmjow turned to face everyone else in the room, "I wan' everyone in 'ere ta do as Shawlong says. Di Roy, yer comin' wit' me!" Reaching for Hallibel's arm, Grimmjow told her, "Yer also comin' wit' me too! We don't hav' time ta waste! It's a twenty-minute drive from 'ere ta the warehouse, and we wasted enough time as it is standin' 'ere talking and shit! Get on yer feet everyone an' let's go!"
. . . . .
Nelliel's vision blurred in and out of focus as she blinked her eyes open; she looked around the dimly lit room and noticed the familiar surroundings.
Looking to her right, she saw a long table and turning to her left, she spotted the large stereo system. Nelliel blinked repeatedly, trying to get better focus of the room she was in.
"Why… why am I here…? Ow… my head hurts…" Cringing in pain, Nelliel lifted her arm to clutch her head, but found she couldn't. She tried again and still, her arm wouldn't budge. "Wha—what's going on…?" she asked aloud, her hazel eyes widening as panic rose within her. "Why… why can't I move…?"
She felt a sudden chill crawl down her spine and peeking down from her nose, the young woman realized she was stripped down to her underclothes. "My… my…" Nelliel began to whisper, but had to swallow to clear her dry throat. Instead she tried to close her legs to cover her panties but discovered that her legs wouldn't move.
"Wha… my legs won't move, either…" She shook herself from her daze while panic began to swell within her. "What's going on?" She yelled in the large room. "Somebody help me, please!"
"I see yer awake… pet…" A voice slithered in her ears, making her rising panic increase drastically. "Ya were out fer the past ten minutes."
Immediately everything that happened to her within the last two hours came rushing back to her. Nelliel remembered Cirucci's confrontation and the wildly, grinning man speaking to her. She remembered waking up to speak to her boyfriend, only to have something hard hit against her head and darkness consuming her again.
She wanted to rub at the soreness at her temple, but knew she couldn't. Nelliel's hazel eyes narrowed while she scowled at her kidnapper. She struggled again to free herself from her restraints, only to pale when the dark-haired, grinning man laughed at her attempt.
"What's the rush, pet?"
She winced at the intense throbbing in her head, her headache pounding like a jackhammer against her skull. "Ow… wha—what did you do… to me…?" Nelliel swallowed once more to soothe her throat and asked the grinning man standing over her. "Why…" her eyes fluttered closed to block out the light from the overhead lamp suspended from the ceiling.
"Why… why are you doing this to me…?"
"Yer a little, forgetful girl…" The man traced his index finger from the left shoulder strap of Nelliel's bra, down the pale, pink lace covering her left breast. Giving the soft flesh a firm squeeze he answered, "Because yer mine… pet…"
Instinctively, Nelliel caved in her shoulders the best she could to avoid the sick man's touch. "Keep your hands off me!" She growled at the stranger. "Who are you? Leave me alone!"
The man's smile only stretched further along his face while he studied the near naked woman lying before him. He watched as she closed her eyes to block him from her vision. Stupid bitch, he thought maliciously. Ya will never forget me. I'm gonna see ta that!
Leaning forward with his lips close to her ear he whispered, "I think it's time we get better acquainted."
Nelliel scrunched her face in disgust, listening to his voice filling her ears. She scowled, wishing she was far away somewhere with her friends… and Grimmjow. "Grimm…jow…" she mouthed silently as tears gathered within her closed lids. I will not cry, I will not cry. Doing that will only give this sick man the satisfaction. I know Grimmjow's coming for me. I know he's going to save me. I just have to have faith.
Nelliel quietly calling out to her boyfriend didn't go past her kidnapper. Jealously caused his violet eye to widen, and anger made his blood boil. Why is she still calling for that punk-bitch? It's my name she should be calling!
Outraged at his victim's bullshit, the brunet punched Nelliel in the face, instantly making blood splatter from her bottom lip. "My name's Nnoitra, dammit!" He continued his assault on her, with a flurry of punches before his hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing the air from her body.
She remained numb, still; it was like her mind was floating in a space separated from her body. She didn't feel a thing. She continued to hold on to a single thread of hope, knowing in her heart that Grimmjow was coming to save her. He's going to find me battered and bruised, but he's going to find me alive. I won't die; I have too much to live for. My friends need me. Grimmjow needs me. Most importantly, I need me to be strong. I'm going to survive this!
"Ya fuckin' whore!" Nnoitra screamed, giving the sea-green haired woman a slap across her swollen cheek. "My fists don't mean shit, huh? Yer such a fuckin' slut! Ya got all tha' shit all over ya! Yer used ta this shit, aren't ya? Ya fuckin' love it!"
Nelliel knew what Nnoitra was referring to: the passion marks on her body from the many nights she shared with Grimmjow. He only left bruises in places that couldn't be seen unless her clothes were removed. It was supposed to be their little secret. Nelliel kept her bruises hidden underneath her wardrobe, only to proudly display her marks whenever she was alone with Grimmjow. It humored her boyfriend, as well as her, that someone so seemingly innocent on the outside would keep such a dirty secret under several layers of fabric.
Now that secret was exposed and Nelliel felt ashamed. She tried not to let what Nnoitra was saying to her effect her, but his words stung. She felt every bit like the filthy, trashy whore that he called her. Even with her resolve slipping, she still continued to hold on to that sliver of hope that Grimmjow would save her. Please hurry. I'm trying to remain strong for the both of us.
"Yer not speakin' anymore?" Nnoitra's nose was inches away from Nelliel's and she inhaled the putrid stench of stale coffee from his breath.
Her eyes remained closed and she continued to ignore him, which only angered her kidnapped more.
"Fine bitch, don't talk… cos I'm gonna make ya scream!"
Nelliel's hazel eyes shot open when she felt his cold fingers slither past the waistband of her panties to fondle her pussy. "No," she cried out. "No, please stop! Please!" Even against the shackles that held her legs in place she tried to squeeze her thighs together to keep his fingers from probing her further.
At that moment a loud bang sounded throughout the room, and both Nnoitra's and Nelliel's heads snapped in the direction of the warehouse door being kicked in. Standing at the threshold were three faces that brought tears of happiness to Nelliel's eyes.
Di Roy, Tia, Grimmjow! Thank you!
. . . . .
Grimmjow paid no attention to the time when he arrived at the warehouse. He swerved his car in front of the building and got out, not bothering to close the driver's side door. His mind was on auto-pilot. He was focused only on the various ways to murder the man who hurt the woman he loved. Hallibel and Di Roy exited the vehicle as well following closely behind the blue haired fighter.
Tossing the keys to his childhood friend Grimmjow told Hallibel, "Get Nel an' get her ta a hospital the moment ya can."
The blonde caught the keys in her hands and nodded with determination in her green eyes. "Right."
Turning to Di Roy the fighter said, "I wan' ya ta stay by my side at all times until I say otherwise; got tha'?"
Nodding vigorously, the white-haired teen agreed to Grimmjow's demand.
Lifting his leg, the sole of Grimmjow's Timberland boot met with the hard, steel of the warehouse door. The heavy, thick metal swung in the inside and three pairs of eyes landed on the tall, lanky man hovering above Nelliel shackled to a table.
Hallibel covered her mouth, gasping when her eyes locked on Nnoitra's hand inside her best friend's panties. "Nel," she cried out, rushing to her friend's aid.
"Ah, ah, ah…" Nnoitra taunted, removing his hand from his victim's underwear. "I wouldn't do tha' if I were you…"
Blocking the blonde woman's path was a short-haired, dirty blond, brown-eyed young man in a defensive stance holding a switchblade out to her. "I don't want to hurt you," he told Hallibel in a low voice. "But I will for Master Nnoitra. Stand aside."
Hallibel remained frozen, her emerald eyes never leaving the glistening blade. Slowly she raised her arms, showing the young man that she was unarmed. "Look," she kept her eyes on the weapon. "I just want to help my friend."
"I can't let you do that." The young man countered. "I—"
"Wha' the fuck are ya waitin' fer, Tesla?" Nnoitra yelled at his assistant. "Don't try ta reason wit' the bitch! Just fuckin' finish her off!"
Tesla moved to attack Hallibel and Grimmjow used the distraction to yell out to his student. "Now, Di Roy!"
Taking his cue, Di Roy rushed to where Hallibel and Tesla were standing and moved protectively in front of his boss' best friend. Crossing his arms over his face, he took the full force of the slash that was meant for Hallibel.
"Di Roy…!" Hallibel screamed as she watched blood splatter from the teen's arms, the crimson liquid landing in the floor in shallow puddles and staining his clothes.
"Fuck, ya ignorant dumbass!" Nnoitra cursed his assistant. "If ya would'a—shit!"
Grimmjow used the diversion to his advantage, rushing in with a high kick that was meant for Nnoitra's face but because of the other man's height his foot landed hard against his throat. The tall brunet coughed and fell backwards with his back landing against the solid surface of the cold floor. He rolled to his side and gasped for air, coughing up blood and spitting it onto the floor next to him.
"I'll be alright, Hallibel," Di Roy yelled at the blonde. "Go get Nel!"
"Right!" Hallibel raced to the table at the center of the room and hovered above her best friend. "Nel… Nel… please tell me you're alright!"
Giving her best friend a weak smile Nelliel answered, "I'll be alright. I'm a… a… little dizzy… But…I'll be okay… Thank you… all…"
"Shh… don't speak." Hallibel hastily struggled against the thick restraints trapping her best friend. "I'm going to get you out of here. We need to get you to safety fast."
Once her best friend was freed, the blonde removed her jacket and used it to cover the sea-green-haired woman. "Come on, we don't need to be here to witness any of this." She lifted Nelliel from the table and used her weight to help support her weak friend. "We've got to move now!"
Grimmjow stood over the lanky man, his normally sky-blue eyes turning a menacing blue-black as he glared down at his apparently weak opponent. The knowledge only fueled his anger; how could someone this weak hurt someone he was suppose to protect? Grimmjow's body wracked with rage; his stance was that of an experienced and ready fighter, but underneath he was anything but composed. Kill him!
Nnoitra shook his head and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. His vision cleared in time for him to see Hallibel untying Nelliel. He scrambled to his feet and lunged for Grimmjow. Grimmjow dodged easily and bought his fist up to hook Nnoitra's eye; the punch connecting with a satisfying smack. Grimmjow grinned; that felt good.
Nnoitra stumbled back and to the right but remained on his feet. "Ya fuckin' punk-bitch! Get the fuck outta my way!"
Grimmjow growled and bounced forward on his left foot to swing out his right leg aiming for the tall man's flank. His foot connected well, the speed blinding with an experience and confidence of a lifetime of battles. He swung his weight pivoting, balancing his weight with his arms to bring a second kick with his left leg.
"Ungh." Grimmjow grunted when he landed hard on the floor three meters away. "Wha—" Blood flew from his mouth when he was kicked hard in the face.
How had that guy caught his leg? The guy looked weak as piss. Impossible! Grimmjow's thoughts were cut off when a foot connected with his flank and more blood sprayed from his grit teeth.
"Yer not goin' anywhere!" Nnoitra charged at both of the fleeing women and pulled out a dagger from the inside of his sweater sleeve. Jumping over a coughing Grimmjow, Nnoitra raised the blade high and lunged toward them, thrusting it down hard, where it sank into soft, warm flesh. He removed the weapon quickly, grinning at the bloody hole in Hallibel's chest.
"Tia!" Nelliel's golden eyes widened while looking over her best friend's shoulder at the stab wound that had barely missed her heart by a few centimeters. "Tia, no!"
Hallibel clutched at the wound in her chest with one hand, the wool of her sweater absorbing most of the blood. Her other hand held tightly to her best friend's arm and the keys Grimmjow had given her. "Don't… don't worry about… me…" she panted, slowly backing away from Nnoitra who raised the blade once more to stab her a second time. "You're my best… friend, Nel… I'd… I'd die for you… You should know… that…"
Hallibel braced herself for another blow from Nnoitra as she stood in front of Nelliel. She closed her eyes and winced, waiting for the familiar, painful blade to pierce her flesh again. The blow never came and she opened her eyes the moment she heard Grimmjow's voice.
"It's not wise ta take yer eyes off the person yer fightin'."
Nnoitra turned around and was met with a fierce punch to his jaw. "Tia, get her the fuck outta 'ere! Now!"
In all the years Hallibel has known Grimmjow, never before has he ever used her first name; always using her nickname, or using her surname. She knew her best friend meant business and there was no room for any argument. Gripping Nelliel's arm painfully, the blonde turned around and raced out of the entrance, both women launching Grimmjow's Jaguar and heading towards Karakura hospital.
Hallibel drove awkwardly towards the hospital with one hand, the other clutching the hole in her chest. I'll be alright. My priority is Nel. She comes first.
Grimmjow landed several more blows to Nnoitra's face, and each hit made the tall brunet stumble backwards, but not fall. Damn, he should've been on the ground by now! What's with this asshole?
"What's tha' matta, punk-bitch?" Nnoitra chuckled, seemingly unaffected by Grimmjow's blows. "Yer gonna hav'ta do betta than tha'! Ya hit like a bitch!"
Ignoring his taunts, Grimmjow reached forward and grabbed Nnoitra's arm that wielded the dagger. He pulled the man forward and kicked him in the stomach, instantly kicking the wind out of him.
"Gugh—" Nnoitra's violet eye widened as he struggled to catch his breath. His entire midsection was crushed with pain and he stood suffocating, his mouth wide open trying to inhale oxygen.
Grimmjow's blue eyes dilated and a sadistic grin spread across his face. It's been a long time since he felt like this… The adrenaline that rushed through his veins, the sheer joy he felt at fighting without restrictions. To pummel someone until they were a bloody pulp brought him back to his youth when he used to fight for the sake of fighting, and it felt good—damn good.
Reaching for Nnoitra's shoulders, the fighter brought the man down to his level and kneed him in his stomach, making the brunet cough up blood. Grimmjow grasped a narrow shoulder with his left hand, holding the brunet man still to crash to his right elbow hard into his jaw. Blood sprayed from Nnoitra's mouth as his head was snapped repeatedly to the right.
The two tumbled to the floor, Grimmjow atop the bloodied, thin man. Grimmjow snatched the dagger from Nnoitra's thin fingers, and quickly used it to stab him through the palm of his right hand, keeping Nel's torturer in place.
"Gaaaaaah…" Nnoitra howled in pain. He clenched his teeth and looked at his hand, severed by the blade that was now deeply wedged in the floor. "Ya fuckin' bitch! Ya gonna pay fer this shit! Ya hear me? Ya gonna pay!"
"Tch," Grimmjow stood and responded by kicking the brunet in the face, making a few of his teeth spill from his mouth and scatter across the floor. A crazed anger overwhelmed the fighter, his control long since lost as he punctuated each of his words by smashing his foot into Nnoitra's face. "Ya! Fucked! With! The! Wrong! One!" Grimmjow screamed each word, stomping Nnoitra's head into the cement floor.
Kneeling before him, the teal-haired fighter snatched Nnoitra by his hair, forcing his bloodied forehead against his own. "Ya shoulda left her alone." Grimmjow's voice dripped with ice, his eyes held no emotion as he stared into Nnoitra's battered eye. Before Nnoitra could respond, he felt his forehead crash against the floor courtesy of Grimmjow.
"Ya shoulda never came near her."
Bang! There was another crash of Nnoitra's skull against cement. His head was spinning. He could barely hear anything that Grimmjow was saying in his barely conscious daze. He felt his head land against the floor once more before everything faded to black.
Grimmjow stood and looked down at Nelliel's kidnapper. "Tch, ya piece of shit. Ya ain't even worth killin'." He spit in Nnoitra's mangled hair and checked on his student.
Di Roy had several cuts and stab wounds over his face and upper chest, but appeared to be alright. Nnoitra's assistant was face down on the floor, knocked out cold. "Heh." The white-haired teen gave his boss his famous gap-tooth grin, "Told ya I was gonna do betta."
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Grimmjow stuffed his now swelling hands in his pockets and listened to the police sirens closing in on their location from the distance. That was the reason he brought Di Roy along with him. He knew the only way for Di Roy to gain real battle experience was to engage in a real battle outside of the ring. He did hate the fact that now his student was going to suffer greatly for his decision.
"Are… are we gonna go… to jail…?" Di Roy looked at Grimmjow as his boss strolled towards the warehouse entrance in the darkness of early morning.
"Yep," Grimmjow simply replied as he rested his back against the brick building and looked at the red, white, and blue flashing lights of police cars racing closer to their location.
The teen could feel himself begin to tremor in fear at the thought of a prison sentence before he rested back against the wall next to his teacher. Taking a few deep breaths he felt his nerves settle as he looked up at his role model. Grimmjow was the epitome of cool; his demeanor remained unaffected by the events that just had occurred, but he wondered what his boss was feeling on the inside.
They set out to save Nelliel, and they succeeded; however they were going to pay a major price for her safety and it was a price Di Roy wasn't sure he could handle. He looked on as the first police car parked in front of them, followed quickly by several more.
He looked up again at Grimmjow whose eyes were closed; he was sucking a lollipop. Di Roy mentally chuckled at his boss' sweet tooth habit and somehow he knew, no matter what the future held for them, they would be alright; Grimmjow would protect him.
Several officers climbed out of their cars and pointed their guns at the two young men leaning against the building. "Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them!"
Di Roy and Grimmjow did as they were told, although the latter continued to nurse his candy. The officers rushed in and restrained them, quickly cuffing them and dragging them towards the cars. "You have a right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law! You have a right to an attorney! If you can't afford one…"
Drowning out the speech he's heard several times as a teen, Grimmjow felt the familiar, cool metal handcuffs binding his wrists behind his back. He breathed deep and told himself, Nel, yer safe. An' when I get out, we gotta whole lotta shit ta work out.
. . . . .
"I think we women need to take our power back. We need to be able to stand up for ourselves. For so long we've been regarded as the 'weaker sex', and allowed men to control almost every aspect of our lives.
"I unknowingly allowed a man to have total power over me for two years and I paid the price because it ultimately allowed him to catch up to me. I will never allow another man to control my life like that to any degree…"
Grimmjow sat in the recreational room while he and his fellow prison mates watched Japan's current national best-selling author, Miss Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck on a talk show promoting her autobiography Thank You for Defending Me. She wrote about the horrid experiences she had endured because of Nnoitra and how she had become a stronger woman because of it.
It had been two years since that early morning he and his friends had been arrested after Nelliel's rescue. He was serving three years for involuntary manslaughter of Nnoitra Jiruga. Nnoitra was unconscious when authorities arrived on the scene, but succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. It would've been five years Grimmjow had to serve, but thanks to a great lawyer, he only had to do three. He looked forward to fall of 2013 when he would be free from these four walls and reuniting with his girlfriend, the woman he loved.
They still kept in touch through phone calls and letters. Grimmjow had gained a lot of respect from his fellow inmates when everyone found out he was Nelliel's boyfriend. She dedicated her best-seller to him, and it made his ego swell with pride. He knew she was a Great One.
Di Roy after serving two years for assault and battery was scheduled to leave in the next two months. Shawlong and Edrad only served eight months for breaking and entering Nnoitra's residence, and once they were out they continued working at the studio, with Shawlong acting as the owner until Grimmjow's return.
Hallibel handled the business of the fighting studio until Shawlong's release. Once he seized control, she helped Nelliel work on her autobiography and get it published. She'd been working as her best friend's manager since the start of Nelliel's career and would continue to do so.
With a confident toss of her steam-straightened, golden-brown dyed hair Nelliel's bright, hazel eyes faced the camera and she told her fans, "Never allow anyone to bring you down. Life isn't always positive, but you can turn a bad experience into your own power and make it work for you. Never allow yourself to be burdened by your past. Learn from it and become stronger because of it." Before the show went off-air she added, "And baby, I love you. And I miss you."
The show's audience gave the best-selling author a standing ovation, while Grimmjow's prison mates cheered and gave him pats on the back.
"Dumbasses," he growled, even though inwardly he allowed himself to smile. I miss you; and I love you too, Nel.
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Thank you all for taking your time to read this. I really appreciate it! This is my first Bleach fan fiction and I chose Grimmjow and Nelliel to star as my leading man and lady. These two intrigue me greatly and I think they complement each other, although both sides will have to be accepting of the other in order for this relationship to work.
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