Oradour-Sur-Glane

June 10, 1944

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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June 10, 1944

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"Do we really have to do this?"

Grimmjow's scowl is very eminent as he sat on the passenger's seat of an army truck that is now being driven by Starrk. His eyes glued on their windshield, scanning their way for any potential threat.

"You know that we have no choice kid. Aizen's orders. I tried to warn you about Aizen's dirty tactics before you were enlisted, but you never listened."

"Tch."

If it's possible for Grimmjow's frown to become much deeper, it already did. That name. He never really liked that name. His whole system is denying the fact that he is now working for that guy.

"As if I have a choice."

He answered after a few seconds of silence, mimicking Starrk's words. Starrk smirked upon hearing him.

Yes. He doesn't have any choice. Aizen chose him, and there's no way for him to say no. Because for Aizen, it's either join him, or die.

"But you do have a choice kid. I told you to not show your true strength in front of him. To never show off. But what did you do? You let Nnoitra's words get into you. You even tried to kill him. Good thing I stopped him before he managed get back at you."

Starrk's words cut through him like flying daggers. Yeah, it was his fault. But he can't just let that fucking walking stick get away easily after making fun of his mom. Grimmjow's mom is like a shining star for him. And for Nnoitra to call her names just like that, well, it's like declaring a war for Grimmjow.

A small smiled formed around his lips as he remembered that one special moment.

It was truly magical. That moment where he unleashed his inner self, his destruction. And the result, is Nnoitra losing his left eye.

Heh.

That made him chuckle.

That bastard really deserved it. All those blood, all those pain. He deserved it.

"It's not because you're strong that's why Nnoitra is not killing you now Grimmjow. It's because Aizen forbids him from doing so. So quit your day dreaming. You just got lucky that time."

A low growl escaped his throat, wishing that Starrk would just stop making fun of him.

And he did.

The two of them fell into a silent moment, where the only sounds that you would hear, is the loud protest of their truck's engine as it wounds its way towards their destination.

Oradour-Sur-Glane.

Grimmjow sighed.

He can't wait to see what kind of people would even try to defy Germany, defy the Nazis, and defy Hitler and his minions. Or even try to defy Aizen.