Oradour-Sur-Glane

Order of the Chrysanthemum

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: More like an excuse. I'm not a native speaker, so please forgive any grammatical errors. Thank you very much for reading, in advance.

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Order of the Chrysanthemum

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Everything looked gray after I opened my eyes.

And for a moment, I really thought I was dead.

After Grimmjow woke me up early this morning to say goodbye, I fell asleep right away. And there, I dreamt about my family. In my dream, we were happily eating our lunch. My father making fun of me as usual. And my mom, she was laughing sweetly as she listened to my father's corny jokes. I really wanted to stay there, but suddenly, and without any reasons, I just opened my eyes.

I frowned. It seems like no one woke me up. Damn body clock.

I sighed, turning my head towards the direction of the window that is now covered by a thick black curtain. A few light manages to get pass by it though, illuminating the room a little, making it look so gray. I don't know why Grimmjow's room is so gloomy. It feels like he's trying his best to avoid being happy. Everything looks white and gray and, it feels really cold in here.

I sat up, feeling hungry for the first time. And with a sigh, I left my bed.

I went out, trying my best to avoid making any sound that's why I was very surprised when he spoke.

"Good morning Ichigo."

Starrk's French accent is very hard. It made me a little proud of myself, even though my friends would always laugh at me because of my weird accent. He was sitting on one of the sofas, the center table in front of him is now filled with parts of his gun that he is now cleaning. Among them, is a cup of steaming coffee.

"I hope you won't mind me speaking in French. I'm not that fluent in Japanese, unlike Grimmjow." He followed.

I shrugged, walking towards his direction.

"Don't you have to go somewhere?" I asked.

I saw him smirked, before sipping from his coffee and sitting on a much relaxing way. "Why? Do you want me to go somewhere?"

I looked at him, trying to study his face, trying to read him. But no matter what I do, the only thing that I can see, is his boredom. His eyes are drooping, and devoid of any emotion. This made me frown a bit.

"No, I was just worried that you're not doing your job properly because of me. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

And for the first time, I heard him laugh. He returned his cup on the table and looked at me grinning.

"I'm on leave. I deserve that, after killing too much innocent people for Hitler."

He's challenging me. Is he expecting me to just burst out crying after hearing that? I'm sorry but I'm not that emotional.