Chapter 1..

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.................................. I need a FUCKING drink...............................

Soft kitty, warm Kitty
Laid in bed with her.
Happy kitty, sweaty kitty
Pur pur pur......

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      Karakura town/ June 15/ 2019/ 10:30pm.....






        "Fucking rain!"..... Disgust but mostly annoyance decorated his words. Walking downtown karakura in puddles after stinking wet puddles definitely ranked number one on Grimmjow's shit list of things to do, with being in Kurosaki's presence taking the second place. All he wanted was a beer, a nice cool can of bittery goodness while he celebrated his first fucking night of freedom from the creepy clutches of Kisuke Urahara.

Newly bought but scantily decorated, his apartment was a thing of beauty. Located on the fifteenth floor of some rich guy's building, the former number sixth espada made it his home. It was his nest for the while being until Soul society decided on what they wanted to do with him and some of the others that survived Aizen's suicide mission....

Not that he'd given the idea of  working for his old enemies a second thought, but still, between the options of becoming a productive member of the soul society or going back to living a desolate life under the dark shrouds of Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow didn't need to be a fucking genius to figure out which of the two were his better choice... 

But now, living here in the human world, going about his daily life as though he were one of those weak sickening beings, became an idea that held to it a somewhat comfortable sense of appeal. Deep down in the back of his mind he felt as though he were a stranger here, simply looking through the eyes of a passing spectator as the worlds of the dead go about their life long war, with the humans being non the wiser of coarse. Well that's until one of the lower ranked hollows decided to feast on their souls. Truth be told however, he was indeed a stranger, a lone alien from another dimension, but slowly he began warming up to the idea of living in this world; surely a mind boggling thought that bore the sole responsibility for his excessive alcohol consumption most days.

It was different for Soul reapers and hollows of his Calibre. They were affected differently than humans were when it came to drinking. Oh don't get him wrong for the effects were all one in the same. That high sluggish sensation and burning tightness at the back of one's throat, not forgetting that sweet pooling pleasure at the base of his sex. But Shinigamies and hollows alike had a much lower propensity of getting drunk, where as humans were far quicker to succumb to its after effects; yet another reason to pity the measly insufferable things all the more.

Still, he did enjoyed their presence from time to time in his own strange way; sex aside he truly did. However on wet cold nights as such, Grimmjow didn't mind a little bit of company at all. But, this was the farthest he was willing to travel and right now the need for booze far weighed his need for companionship. His night might have started out with him wanting beer, but be that as it may, the felinesque former espada decidedly came away with a rather large bottle of Jack Daniels safely secured beneath twin layers of brown paper bags, hidden on the inside of his large coat. His only wish now was drowning his miserable existence under endless rains of liquor...

He was on East Street now, trailing through the pouring rain despite his natural hatred for it and was getting closer to his new home. Thank goodness cause with each independent drop of liquid his patience grew thinner and thinner. Still, he couldn't deny the comforting air this evening held to it.  Inspite of the cold and wetness, the night felt kinda welcoming, in an odd since of the word. Completely empty but all in all welcoming. Yeah he must be loosing his fucking mind, the blunette thought while hugging his coat closer to his large muscular frame. Had he known the weather would have turned this miserable then maybe he wouldn't have taken a shower before heading out.

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