BEAUTY IS A WORD

nyahaha! First chapter/story/thingy. I'm pretty sure you'll like this. More AU goodness! Enjoy!

A camera is a means to capture a moment. To stop time and remember it forever. He had no other passion in life than to stop time. He stopped time for the beautiful woman down the street, never letting her get old or ugly. He stopped time for the father playing with his children, making it so they stayed with him forever. He stopped time because he was saving them in his own way.

But stopping time for them made him sad.

Because when he saw that beautiful face, set to get to her destination, he wondered if she was still beautiful now. When he saw those smiles, he wondered if those children were still playing with their father.

Cameras stop time. But only for a moment.

And then he saw him. Blue hair standing out against a crowd of black and brown. His outfit was tight, bright and flashing against the sunlight.

If beauty is only a word, then he was the god send that signified it.

He raised his camera quickly, he didn't want the beauty to escape. He would stop time for him too. That beauty looked so natural, so perfect, yet abnormal. He snapped a picture as he was crossing the street. He was perfect. The long strides and grace that seemed to be a given more than trained into his body. The way his hands here stuffed in the pockets of his slightly outlandish clothes.

Beauty wasn't just a word anymore.

It was almost as if he could feel that someone was watching him, because he turned, looking strait at him, then grinned. He couldn't get his camera into his lap fast enough. The epiphany of beauty walked up to him, still grinning.

"If you're going to take pictures of me, at least pay me for it. Then maybe I'll strike more poses than just that." he said. He sat at his table as if he knew him already, taking his camera with him. "Are you a pervert or do you just like taking pictures?" he asked, studying the camera.

"Shut up! I'm an art student. I love photography."

He nodded absently, and handed the camera back to him. "You've got a good one. They don't make them like that any more."

He nodded happily. "It was my mom's. it catches the light perfectly."

He smiled. "I wouldn't mind having pictures taken of me with a camera like that. It'd do me justice. I'm Grimmjow by the way."

It was a strange name at best. "Ichigo kurosaki." when they shook hands, Grimmjow slipped a piece of paper into his hand.

"Call that number if you ever want inspiration." he grinned again and got up, not quite disappearing into a sea of heads.

Beauty was surely a word created only to describe Grimmjow.

OWARI

so. What do you think. This isn't quite so dramatic as A Book of Black Walls, but it'll have it's points. I hope you enjoy it!