...oint was, in those brief moments when he'd thought she was dead, he'd welcomed that stop.
This was not good. This was beyond attached, beyond like. He was –
With a roar, he shot a cero into one of the lifeless trees.
Unbe-fucken-lievable. I'm in love. Me – Grimmjow fucken Jeagerjacques! It's like a fucken cosmic joke. I'm in love with the one woman in the Soul Society who's better at keeping her emotions out of relationships than I am. No wonder Ulquiorra fucken laughed.
Deciding that cero wasn't quite cutting it, Grimmjow slammed his fist into the trunk of his tree victim. Ignoring the pain that shot up his arm, he continued raining blows down on it.
I thought we were improving. Hell, we had conversations – actual fucken conversations. But no, she didn't even tell me about Suzumebachi. Not even as a fucken lieutenant, let alone… She don't trust me. Even better, she doesn't feel the need to trust me. After all, I'm just a quick fuck.
Can't believe I sound like a fucken whiny bitch. Soon as I get back home, I'm getting Kenpachi to beat the emo out of me. And I'm getting drunk – so drunk I won't even remember who I am, let alone who she is.
Che, it'd be the best fucken plan ever, except for the part where it ain't gonna work. Forgetting Bee… It ain't gonna happe...