Don't Care

One Step Closer

Hello Everyone! ^_^

Never thought that writing something would make me feel so, well, complete. So thanks a lot guys.

Oh, and by the way, I always see this sentence on each and every fanfic that I read, and I kept on day-dreaming about when am I going to be able, to write this for my own. I guess it's granted now, so:

"Bleach, is not mine. And never will. Credits to the one and only Tite Kubo, who also managed to grant my wish to fuckin' returning my Grimmy.. ^_^"

To the Unknown!

-oOo-

6 Years Later…

"Hey Grimmjow, someone's lookin' fer' ya."

Grimmjow slowly turned to see who's trying to disturb him during his 'working hours' . He can't help but sigh as Gin returns his deathly stares with a more sinister grin.

"Gin, how many times do I need to fuckin' tell ya' to do not disturb me while I'm inside this fuckin' room huh?"

Gin just shrugged as he stood by the door, waiting for Grimmjow to get up and follow him.

"The man's an asshole Grimm, he kept on insisting me to call ya'!"

Grimmjow's eyebrows twitched. He stood up and threw his paint brush on the floor as he discarded his paints on a nearby table.

He just doesn't like it whenever someone's disturbing him, when he's so inspired and then someone's going to stop him from whatever he's doing. It's like letting the water on the faucet flow endlessly. Too much waste.

He slowly walked towards Gin's direction. But just before he passed by his friend, and basically his boss, he stopped and turned his gaze at him.

"By the way foxy, I think I already told you before, to DO. NOT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. GRIMM."

Gin just let a soft chuckle escape his throat.

"Yeah, co'z only yer' best friend can do that. I got that, dearest artist o' mine!"

His already small eyes transformed into slits as he laugh at Grimmjow.

"Tch, I'm not yours, asshole."

He slapped Gin's shoulder before he continued walking towards the receiving area of their small improvised art 'studio'.

Gin owned a small room, and since he's so rich and doesn't know where to put his money, he insisted that Grimmjow should live with him and continue his artworks because it was 'interesting'.

It's been 2 years since he started staying here. And he's not the only artist here now. Gin converted this small studio apartment into a small art school and accepted other aspiring artists, but they have to promise him 20% for every painting that they would sell the moment they became full pledge artists.

Yes. Gin's a demon.

Grimmjow slowly walk through the hallway. He can't help but feel proud as he look at his paintings that are now hanging on the walls all over the studio.

He smiled as a certain person floods his mind.

I'm a painter now dummy. A really good one! How's that huh? Bet you're envious of me now huh?

He stopped and stared on a particular painting near the receiving area.

A painting a of a boy, running away under hundreds of sakura tress. His very first piece of art.