Oradour-Sur-Glane

Decision

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BLEACH. BLEACH is a property of Tite Kubo, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. This fanfiction story is inspired by a real life event. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

DISCLAIMER PART 2: I would like to apologize if my "translated words" were not accurate, I got them from Google translate, so... Again, I apologize.

DISCLAIMER PART 3: This one's not edited because I'm too lazy. Yes. I'm Sorry.

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"Decision"

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Starrk's frown deepened as watch the boys in front of him. And with a loud sigh, he figures that something is not right. But he's too damn tired to ask for it.

So he'll just wait for them to confess.

"Ahh, S-Starrk..."

Shawlong started but was stopped by the look on Starrk's eyes. He then just swallowed the lump that was building up inside his throat.

He knows that we're hiding something.

Starrk sighed once more before walking pass the group, giving Shawlong a light knock on his head before heading towards the cushions and sitting down.

"So, are you guys just going to stand there or are you all going to tell me what the fuck you're all hiding from me?"

Starrk said with his very bored but deadly tone.

"They're not hiding anything."

Grimmjow answered as he walked out of his room. Starrk's eyes grew wide the moment he saw Grimmjow's shoulder.

He stood up and walked towards Grimmjow like he haven't seen Grimmjow for a long time.

"What the fuck?! I thought you said it was just a small scratch!"

Di Roy flinched, immediately hiding his face after hearing Starrk's angry tone.

"This fucking look like you almost lost your arm you dimwit!"

Grimmjow frowned.

"It ain't his fault. I made him report that to you because I know that yer such a worry wart."

Grimmjow answered.

Starrk stopped fidgeting around and gave Grimmjow a hard knock on his head making the younger one yell in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK OLD MAN?!"

He shouted as his other arm nurses his head, trying his best to rub the pain away.

"What?! You want more you fuckin' piece of-"

"Grimmjow?"

Starrk's eyes flew towards the direction where the small voice came from. And his already furrowed eyebrows deepened as he try to recognize the boy that came out of Grimmjow's room.

"Ichigo, naibu ni modotte."

Grimmjow's voice is soft but full of authority. Ichigo flinched a bit as his eyes found those deep cerulean eyes. This is the first time that Grimmjow gave him an order and seems like it is really important that he follows. He frowned, but he found himself following what was asked to do.