Anime Fanfics

Request (Grimmjow)

In a castle on enemy ground, you're alone and at the mercy of your adversaries. As they bring you in, a captured prisoner, you're made aware that you will be made to pay. Your executioner lies ahead at the end of a sprawling tile corridor. You look ahead and bravely go, resigned to your fate should no one come for you in time.

Step by step, the clack of your shoes echoes off the tile floors and fills the air with an announcement of your approaching presence. The empty, dim lair is cold, structural, and drafty. Your judges sit menacingly high in stone thrones with Aizen far above at 20 feet, looking down from his relaxed state. A shiver rolls through your spine as his deep voice reverberates, replacing the silence in the room.

"Welcome to our castle, Las Noches. You're the one they talk about... the human woman with the unique ability. Is that you?"

"Yes," you answer simply. Your ability is a frightening one that you'd rather not use. Despite it, you still tremble in fear.

"I'm sorry to rush this, but will you show me your power?"

You hold your silence, awaiting what will come.

"It seems there are some who don't approve of bringing you here... Isn't that right, Luppi?"

"Obviously." Luppi cuts his eyes in resentment. "The entire battle was a diversion just so we could bring this single girl here."

"I'm sorry #6," Aizen stares his way. "I didn't expect you to be beaten so badly."

Luppi's body goes rigid with embarrassment, his resentment toward you growing.

Aizen speaks.

"Please heal Grimmjow's left arm as a way of demonstrating your power."

The request catches you of guard, but the gasping from your rear alerts you that the blue-haired Grimmjow is just as shocked. You turn to see him staring back at you with objectively hopeful blue eyes. He has two major injuries. You only need to heal one.

"That's impossible," Luppi argues. "Aizen. She couldn't possibly heal something that isn't even there! The commander blew it off! It's disintegrated!"

The more Luppi rants, the more hopeless Grimmjow visibly becomes. Surprisingly, it mildly upsets you. Grimmjow is your enemy, but he's fair, and he's always fought clean, never going for the cheap shot or the easy win. He's fought honorably and treated your friends with the utmost respect. If he weren't working with Aizen, perhaps you'd have even been friends.

You make your way to the downcast Grimmjow, feeling just as hopeless as him with your arms tied, so to speak. Up close, he's a full foot taller, and your head stops at his nipple line. His arm is indeed missing, and there's a large gaping hole in his stomach that you can see straight through.

"Souten Kisshu... I reject."

His eyes slowly come to life in shock as his arm regenerates bone and flesh as it were never gone.

"Hey," Luppi's rant continues. "Are you listening, woman! This act won't save your life! I'll be the one to kill you, so stop stalling and pretending you can-"

His face pales when you step aside, revealing Grimmjow's new arm.

"How," he gasps as Grimmjow stares at his own hand in uncertainty like it's someone else's. "That's impossible! It surpasses any kind of healing technique! What the hell did you do, woman?!"