Arrancars were our enemies. All of them. However, somehow it felt like this particular arrancar was my personal enemy.
It felt like… he belonged to me.
There was more, though. It wasn't the feeling of owning him alone, there was something else too. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on yet, but I did know that one of the things I felt was respect. Even though he was an enemy, his personality really got to me. I liked how he played fair even though he was an arrancar.
Guess not all bastards were unsporting animals.
So when I had reassured my feelings and I saw him lying there on the ground, unconscious, maybe dying too, I knew one thing for sure:
I wasn't going to kill him.
Maybe I wasn't even going to let him die…
I felt dirty over my own thoughts when I picked him up and swung him over my own shoulder. I felt… traitorous.
I was saving an enemy.
I couldn't help myself, it was like instinct. It was something I really wanted to do; I wanted to save him, keep him from getting killed..
I knew his spiritual pressure couldn't be that high at the moment, since he was dying and weak, so I took advantage over it by bringing him to a faraway place. Someplace I hadn't been myself for years.
It was the old tree house I used to play in, back at the times I didn't have friends… I remember it was close after my mother's death that I started visiting it. The first time I climbed in that tree, I immediately removed the ladder that led to it; I didn't want anyone else to invade my private territory.
Yeah, that's what it was; my territory.
And now I was bringing my private enemy into my private hideout.
I looked up at the old, tall and especially thick tree. It still looked the same after all those years. I bet that tree was at least four hundred years old already. Didn't matter, though.
I jumped up and climbed into the wooden hut. It was smaller than I recalled, but then again, it wasn't that surprising since everything became smaller when I became bigger during the years.
I carefully placed the blue haired arrancar down to the floor and pulled out an old, musty blanket from the corner. After patting the dust off it, I placed it over the arrancar's stomach, but before I let the fabric completely slide over him, I took a moment to look at the hollow hole in his abdomen.
Staring at the void made me realize again that he was not one of us.
I didn't know where this sudden unreasonable stubbornness came from, but I found myself shrugging the contradicting thoughts off and pull the blanket over the tall form of the arrancar.
I sighed and frowned.
What the hell was I doing? And who the hell had sliced his arm off? It couldn't even be one of us, right? Since he had gone back to Hueco Mundo right after our match. If he had come back earlier, I would have sensed him… probably.
I wasn't that good at sensing spiritual pressure, but I could hardly believe I would have missed him.
That was something that shouldn't even bother me. It didn't concern me, damn it…
I caught myself staring at his bloodied face. Without thinking I stretched my arm out and wiped away the sticky fluid with my sleeve. I kept my hand beside his face for a while. Then my curiosity took over and I let my fingers hover over the hollow mask on his right cheek.
I trailed over the hard bone with just the tips of my fingers. It wasn't much different from my own mask. I withdrew my hand and stared at his face for a few moments more. He was spe—no, he was our enemy.
I shook my head and scowled. Looking down at the arrancar once more made me realize that I didn't want him to be gone when I'd come back. I frowned and stared at the sky through the opening that was supposed to be a window. If I'd have something like reiatsu suppressing shackles everything would be a lot easier, but since I hadn't, and I couldn't perform any other silly binding spells either, I did the only thing left that came to mind.
I took a piece of paper out of an old sketchbook –that was quite rotten away in the meantime- and wrote a message on it. I placed it next to the arrancar and hopped out of the old hut.
Of course I knew he'd never stay there, of course I knew he'd go on rampage the second he'd wake up… but somehow this is what I wanted to do. I wanted him to… continue to live so that I could hear him challenge me once more.
Yeah, maybe that's just it; it was fun fighting someone as sportive as him.
As the wind blew in my face, desperately trying to awake me from my silly thoughts, I already knew what a huge mistake I was making here.
But was I really going to regret it?
I didn't think so…
I was here. -Kurosaki.
A/n – I felt so inspired after I watched episode… erm… 137 or something. Grimmjow getting his ass kicked after Ichi uses his super power boost!
I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it too. Please do review if you liked it! Hm, I think I'll make it Grimmy's point of view the next chapter? Or not. We'll see :D