Because I Wasn't Insane Enough Already

Chapter 4

Yay, we're back to Storme-san! By the way, a quick character sketch for each girl might be in order:

Storme Kazeshini-- fifteen, five-foot-five, so not too tall, purple dyed hair, side bangs, dark blue eyes.

Tsukiko Ookami-- fifteen, five-foot-six, bluish dyed hair, dark brown eyes- nearly black.

So, here, you meet the other love interest. Also, you meet someone kind of...not nice. He swears. A lot. Asterisk coverage will be ensured. Funny how that works out, innit? 

 Enjoy! 

~Emo-san

STORME'S POV

After a few hours--or was it days?--I got the energy to sit up and look around. What had happened? Hell, where am I? White walls reflected bright light far too harshly, and I reached into my pocket for another Advil, when I realized I didn't have any water. 

As if on cue, a man with dark hair and a cracked horned helmet came in. Holy hell. HOLY FREAKING HELL! Okay, I thought he was hot in the manga. I thought he was hot in the anime. But, holy hell, was Ulquiorra HOT in real life! I had been a fangirl since his first appearance--volume twenty-two, chapter 190. (A/N: Storme--an otaku to be reckoned with!) "Trash," he began. (Ohmygod, it was so hot how he called me trash!) He set a bowl of something-or-other down. "I will return in one hour. If you haven't finished by then, I will force that down your throat." He turned to leave. 

"Ulquiorra?"

"Yes?"

"Umm...I wouldn't mind you force feeding me. You're damn hot." He left. 

And I still didn't have water to swallow my Advil with. 

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  A while after that, another Espada came in. Aqua hair, and a Hollow mask in the shape of a jawbone.  Grimmjow. Dammit. You're screwed now, said some distant, reasonable part of me. 

            I was sitting against the wall when he walked over and told me to get up. I did, and he punched me. Of course, I was a one-hundred-ten pound human girl. So I went flying. Far.

            Maybe the pain or the fear or any combination of the two made me run my stupid-*** mouth. "Hey, guess what? Ichigo kills you."

            “What the ****? I’m the goddamned Sexta Espada! I’m ten times stronger than that *** will ever be. And I’ll prove it right now.” He pulled his arm back and hit me again and again. I dropped to my knees, and when that grew too hard, curled into a ball on the floor. He kicked me over and over and I screamed. He turned to leave.

            I should have kept my mouth shut. It hurt too much to move or breathe. I should have shut up and let him leave. “This didn’t prove anything,” I said shakily, then coughed. The floor was spattered with my blood. A little more made no difference. “I’m just a human konpaku. What have you accomplished by beating me? You’re the Sexta Espada. I couldn’t fight back if I tried.”

            “I know. But you’re dead.” He stopped, turned around. I was too far gone by then. I didn’t feel the crushing blow to the side of my head, didn’t hear him correct himself. “Now you’re dead.”

            Grimmjow left.