Little Things

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Okay guys, I know it's been a little bit but I'm back. I just put out the first chapter for Chiori's main storyline It's called 'To Have What It Takes" and I know it might be a bit weird but it's gonna be slow build, I'm not trying to rush anything.

Anyway, enjoy, ask questions, make suggestions, I'm all ears. *blows kisses*

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Blood and Sand (Mutism, applicable to Beyond the Bounds)

"I think I'm in love with you…"

Or, at least, that's what I want to say.

But there's a confession bleeding through my body, kneeling in the sand next to his prone form. My knees were placed so close to his side that the blood from his wounds seeped into the white material of my boots. Absently, I plucked at the material where it ended, half way up my thighs as I stared up into the artificial sky.

It was too bright.

I lost my composure then, snorting abruptly with laughter, shoulders shaking and hand over my mouth in an attempt to halt the snickering. He followed along with a weak chuckle that jarred my bones all the same. It probably caused him quite a bit of pain to do so and suddenly, I didn't feel like laughing anymore.

It was like we'd both finally realized how ridiculously stupid everything was; our situation, my feelings, this stupid fucking warorchestrated by a megalomaniac on a power-trip, all of it…The blood was seeping into the sand now, turning it a dull red and Grimmjow stopped laughing long ago.

"Damn Brat," he muttered, staring me in the eye. He was always so harsh and brutal but I tried to smile anyway. He scoffed at me for my efforts and then I really couldn't resist grinning.

"Don't die."

Is what I wanted to say, 'not out here in the sand'. My lips moved but there are no words. That's alright though because I refused to tell him 'goodbye.'

Colorations

"What did you say you looked like in your adjuncas form, again?"

It was obvious that the question irritated Grimmjow but, then again, when was he not irritated by something or another?

Pfft, like, never.

She smiled, feigning obliviousness as she brought the cat she happened to be holding to eye-level, its back legs and tail dangling uselessly. The woman cooed and Grimmjow sneered at them both. "I told you," he groused. "I was a panther not a fucking house cat." He refused to acknowledge any similarities between himself and the smaller feline's own natural 'black paws, white body'. She giggled and rubbed noses with the feline who, now that she thought about it, had the most amazing blue eyes to boot.

"You're such a handsome kitty-kat~"

At that point it was hard to tell who she was speaking to anymore.

Here Comes the Pain

She's apprehensive, skittish like a deer but I've got her exactly where I want her. I've been tailing her for days, tempting her, provoking her, wanting her, and it's a strain on my patience not to bind her wings because she's not ready to fly…

But she will be.

It won't be long now. She'll come to me when they tear her down (who gave them the right?) and show her their true colors…their true nature. She'll learn that blood is the only way for people like us.

I know her better than they think they do, than any of them ever will and I know what she hides deep inside (Monster). That body of blood, pulsing like a beating heart, and she doesn't belong to any of them anymore.

"Mine." The word sears my tongue like fire, blood rushing through my ears, loud and bold…She's terrified of this feeling, of herself and it's their fault; they made her this way.

It disgusts me.

I'll tear away all of her fear and devour her pain until there is nothing left but red (Savage Beauty). She's terrified of me and she should be, but not for long.

I promise, this is gonna hurt.

Fun Facts (pure crack)

"Hey, Grimm, fun fact," said the young lady. Grimmjow's eyebrow arched ever so slightly, his expression one of mild interest and ever-present irritation. "Did you know that sneezing eight times in a row equals one orgasm?" He didn't answer, confusion seeping onto his face as he more than likely questioned her sanity. "Yeah, I know," she continued. "That seems like a whole lot of trouble to go through for just one."

Heat

Perhaps it was believed that they all ran cold and maybe that was true for some…but he was warm.

He burned like fever and it was perpetual, his blood rushing through his veins though he lacked a heartbeat. I could feel it all along my cheek and against my fingertips.

Heat.

Monkey

"Get off."

"No."

"GET OFF."

"NOOO."

Grimmjow was seething mad, a vein twitching at his temple. Despite the dangerous state of his patience, the girl continued to ignore him. She was settled securely along the Espada's back with her arms and legs wrapped about his neck and waist.

She tightened her grip.

Grimmjow snarled, reaching back to get a good grip on her white top, ready to throw her.

"Fucking-THE FUCK OFFA ME!" His roar was indignant, teeth flashing menacingly, but he paused when she began to move. She leaned forward to boldly nip Grimmjow's ear and he stiffened like a board, a distinctive twitch in his left eye.

This was not going to end well for anyone.

Teach Me (mute OC, possibly applicable to Beyond the Bounds)

"Sword…Food…Back"

The young girl's fingers moved to form another word from the list.

"…"

She shook her head and held up her hands again, emphasizing. "This is stupid." I growled though, technically I was the one who asked her about how she communicated. The girl's lips twitched and she held up her hands for me again.

"…Blue."

She grinned and nodded, resting her hands against her thighs. It's not like we had anything better to do at the moment, setting here in the dark. We just needed something to pass the time.

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R&R