:AT: Love and Loss

Even in death, our love will still shine

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My feet… they won't move fast enough. Why?? Why won't they go? Go to the woman who needs me! Who I… who I need. Yeah… I, Grimmjow Jeagurjaques, need someone. I know how unbelievable that sounds but its true. Even though I just met this girl, Sauria... I already know she's the one. However, I know she's already about to be taken from me. I'm not about to let that happen. Not now, not in a million years. Never.

So I run. 

Faster than anything.

Not caring about the burning in my throat, or the screams my lungs cry, begging for air.

Nothing is on my mind but her beautiful amber eyes and long brown hair. When I finally arrive I see her, strong, yet wounded. There was large gashes across her forehead, and all throughout her stomach. Even a large hole by her gut, as if to mock mine. It was a game of four on one, the ball was in the enemies court. She was graceful, with each block, each blow, making me almost stop and stare.

At her. At how beautiful she was, even when faced with something as horrid as this happening. But then, my dream is shattered as I see her arm go limp, a loud breaking sound, accompanied by a scream of pain. It all happened so fast, I was barely able to take a breath.

One moment she was up. 

The next moment she was pinned, underneath a hollow, trying to keep it's snapping jaws from her face.

Her arm shook, as it struggled to keep the hollow at bay. But the pressure is relieved as my body collides with it's own, sending it flailing back, giving out screeches of anger and protest.

My hand shot out, pulling her up to her feet.

"Y... you came." she said, the most loving look in her eyes, the most trustful.

"What ya' think I'd leave ya'?" I snickered, a smirk crawling across my face. "Never." the smallest hint of blush rolled across her face as she turned to a hollow, her one working arm poising the sword, ready to hurt, ready to kill.

And we do. It's not even a fair fight. Two are down within the first two minutes and the other two barely put up a fight.

Although it's over, although it was easy, Sauria is struggling for breath. I glance over at her, trying to hide the worry, and I know she sees it, because she gives a small smile and stands a bit straighter.

"Hey Grimm-kitty! I'm just like you eh?" she gestured to the small hole punched through her gut, which was bleeding heavily. This statement cause a snort to escape me, then a small chuckle.

"Nah, its gotta be a bit bigger." I smile, my face close to hers as I say it. She grins back, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well that's what she said." she purrs, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"Ya' perv." I say, my eyes in mid roll when I see the large, pale spike heading straight for the backside of Sauria's neck. Just as it's about to pierce her I push her aside letting it...

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Pierce him. It sailed through his neck, staying there, remaining. Blood poured from the wound immediately, beginning a sick crimson pool on the ground. I hear the loud scream escape my lips as I catch him in mid-fall

"Grimmjow!!!" I shout, gently laying him in my arms, holding him tightly. "No, no, no, no!!! You aren't going to let this happen. This isn't happening!" I half scream, half cry. His eyes are already tired, I can tell, but he still reaches up and caresses my cheek, attempting to calm me.

"S-Sauria... I'm... I'm sorry." he sputters, blood leaking from his lips, ruining the beautiful white mask on his cheek. I lean into his hand, tears falling uncontrollably.

"You don't need to apologize. Don't... apologize." my lips quiver as I run my hand through his hair, savoring every touch, every feel.

"I'm going to miss you. So... so much. I know... I'm not good at... at emotions..." he winced, talking obviously hurting his wound.

"Shhh, shhh. You don't have to talk. You're okay." I murmur, my hand rubbing his cheek gently.

"But... but... I... I've always loved you. Even... if I... I didn't... sh... show it." he was whispering now, his voice becoming quieter and quieter with each word. And that's when I know this is the end...

And that's when I give him the most gentle, passionate kisses one can give to another. His lips are cold when it finishes, his eyes are closed. When I pull away, the love I felt was burnt away and replaced with a rage. A rage that burned the color of blood and demanded it be spilt.

Ever gently I lay Grimmjow's cold body down and stand, my body shaking with rage. And I release it, by letting out a heart-breaking, earsplitting scream and charge the bastard who did this, loving the feel of my blade piercing his skin over, and over. Although his did the same, I felt nothing.

"You did this!! You killed him! And now, you'll feel the pain I feel!" I screamed, still slicing after he's long dead. Then fatigue crept up on me, making me collapse, my breath slowing. My eyes became heavy. But when they closed, they opened wide, somewhere else, where Grimmjow held me, continuing the one kiss I left him with.