"Grimmjow, what are you doing?" Ulquiorra asked him with simplicity curiosity.
"Mind your own fucking business." Grimmjow growled, looking down at the world of the living.
"Are you... Stalking someone?" Ulquiorra asked with disbelief.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Grimmjow growled again, this time, heading off to his room. He was looking at the world of the world of the living. There was a girl there. A girl that captured his eye. Seemed like an ordinary girl to him but over the past week, she's been on his mind.
"That's fucking it. I'm going down there." Grimmjow said, and he left.
He walked into an apartment, a girl sleeping on her bed. She hugged a pillow tight, and something about her had his heart racing in his chest. "What the fucking hell is wrong with me?" He asked himself, and as if to his imagination, the girl reacted to his voice. A purr came out her throat. Grimmjow jumped, liking the sound.
He pulled up the sheets and threw his Bob jacket on the floor. His clear chest, with a single scar, gleamed in the moonlight. He slid in behind her, enjoying her warmth for some reason he couldn't explain. She can't see me. This feeling is Alright. I am allowed to feel this way to a stranger.
The moment I felt this feeling, I could feel the heat rush to my face. "It's fucking hot in here." I whispered furiously, making an excuse for my feeling.
Your POV (point of view)
I woke up and began to stretch out. Its the weekend, and like all of the other weekends, I have nothing planned. I froze when my hand hit something warm.
Then, I noticed a soft sound, that would be nice any other time but now. A snore. And with slow and careful movements, I turned behind me, and let out a scream. His hair like nothing I had seen before, my favorite shade of blue. And was that... Eyeliner? His eyes were a slightly darker shade of blue then his hair. His shirtless body, all six packs of him.
He groggily opened his eyes, and then he jolted up. "Eh?!"
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house!" I aimed my baseball bat at him. And he did something, that made me freeze. Something only maniacs do. He smiled at me, and then waved me on. So I did. I ran after him, and swung with all my might. I used to be the star of the baseball team.
He stopped it with his pinky. "Was that it? That's adorable." He snickered. My jaw dropped, as I ran to the phone to call the police. But he was there. He was blocking the phone, in just that one second, he was across the room. "H-How..?!" But it was then, my front door burst open. It was the manager.
"Is everything okay?" He couldn't seem to see this tall, blue haired man in my room.
"Can you not see him?" I asked shakily.
"See who?" He seemed confused. I shook my head and played on a fake smile.
"Haha. It was just my imagination. Thanks for worrying." I shut the door behind him and walked through the hallway back to my room, but the blue haired man was gone. I picked up what he left on the floor. His top overhang thingy.
I then felt hands around my waist and I shrieked. He didn't seem bothered by it though. "Let me eat you." He said seductively in my ear.
"E-Eat me? Are you a demon?" I asked shakily.
"No, _______. I just want to eat you."
"How do you know my name?" I asked. He didn't answer me, but instead pushed, more like slammed, me on my bed, making it creak loudly.
