This story is inspired by my friend Chance and my cousin Armando who both have fortunately returned alive and well from the war in Iraq which is a great thing because now my cousin Mando is a daddy once again YAY for him! Though this story shows Grimmjow cured from PTSD (post traumatic stress syndrome.) It's scary to wonder what may happen if my cousin and friend had returned with this . . . . anyways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On with the show! If enjoyed enough and requested I might just continue this showing how Ichi and Grimm's relationship progresses and just how badly his PTSD affected their relationship when they returned home.
Remembering the war.
Returning home is something every soldier wants, we pray for active duty to be over, yet the day's drag on like years. The heat of the desert affects us even more with all the gear we must wear, not for one second do we ever think of removing our gear the extreme heat outweighs the risk. I leaned back in my seat, the soldier in the back seat passenger kicked my seat. I adjust my rifle and turned around and glared at him, he smirked. I saw no reason to kick my seat, we are in a fucking Hummer they guy had enough leg room, I faced forward once more. The driver turned to face me and smirked, everyone always stared at me, my blue hair was starting to reveal itself. I growled shoved my helmet down as far as it would go.
"Don't fuck with me Harrison." I said glaring at our driver, Harrison chuckled and turned to face the road once more. I wasn't self-conscious about my hair, just the opposite I liked my ridiculously colored hair, just knowing once I got back to the base I would be forced to re-dye the visible blue.
"Ah don't take what he says or does to heart Jaegerjaques." I looked back at the back seat driver side, another one who had to dye his hair, an American born Jap, I could see flecks of orange in his hair. Well at least unlike him I wasn't forced to cut my hair, it was bad enough I was commanded to dye it, I wouldn't allow anyone to touch it with fucking scissors. I grunted in response and decided to close my eyes just for a second, a second wouldn't matter. I could hear the two back seat passengers fighting, I growled, I turned to glare at them.
"You two fucking stop it! You're carrying guns aren't you?! You want to discharge them in this fucking car!?" The two inched back, I growled and faced forward once more, again I closed my eyes just for a second, a second wouldn't matter. My mental clock ticked, I would sleep for just a second, the base wasn't that far away. I opened an eye and glanced out my window, spotting something in the distance I quickly sat up straight. Harrison turned to look at me, he knew I spotted something, I turned to him giving him a serious look, his eyes widened.
"DUCK!" he yelled, we all crouched down as far as we could, the front passenger window shattered, time seemed like it had frozen, slowly the glass fell onto me some on Harrison as well, you could hear the bullet rip through the air, Harrison's window shattered pieces flying everywhere Harrison taking most of it. Another shot was heard, it hit against the vehicle, I glared at Harrison, I punched him on his arm.
"DRIVE YOU ASSHOLE GET US OUT OF HERE!" I yelled, he nodded his head, quickly he sat up, taking the wheel before he could drive off I could hear the clicking of a sniper scope being attached to a gun, I looked back at the two idiots, both were arming the sniper rifles, both aimed their rifles through closed windows. Taylor shot first, glass shards flew everywhere, the fucking idiot was going to get us injured, but he hit his mark as expected. Harrison took a deep breath, I looked out to see if there was anyone else out there, I saw nothing.
"Anyone Jaegerjaques?"
"Not a fucking soul, lets go." He nodded and drove back toward the base, I sighed heavily and leaned back against my seat, I looked out the broken window the fucking heat was getting in, that asshole sniper took away our air-conditioning glad he was dead. I thought back to our last mission, it's killed or be killed in this damn war, not even an injury could get you out of here anymore. I placed a hand on my lower abdomen I closed my eyes once more remembering the mission that injured me. It was during the night, we were to enter a home with enemies in it. Taylor and I snuck back to the back of the house, Harrison and five others had the front. Looking in through a crack in the door I could see the men preparing their guns, grenades and other various weapons. We heard the front door crack open, I nodded to Taylor, we kicked opened the door surprising the men, they reached for a loaded weapon but we had shot first. I had shot one in the knee making him fall to the ground, I walked over to him aiming my rifle at his head. He was sweating profusely, his eyes filled with terror, I could hear Harrison growling at me. I shoved my rifle into Taylor's already full arms, he fumbled with both rifles but was able to keep them from falling. I kneeled before the man I placed my right index finger under his chin making him look up at me.
"So . . . why do you do this?" I asked, the man glared at me and spit in my face, I began to laugh, I wiped the disgusting shit off of my face. I stood up and stomped on the mans back, he fell to the ground with a thud, he grunted in pain. Keeping my foot on his back I leaned down and grabbed both of his arms, I pulled on his arms, some men turned away, others watched with blank expressions. There was a sickening popping sound that echoed throughout the home, the man let out a blood curdling scream, I just laughed maniacally. Harrison placed an arm on my shoulder, I glared at him and let the man fall to the floor.
"Torture is forbidden Jaegerjaques." I grinned and began to laugh.
"You say that Harrison but killing isn't forbidden isn't that worse than torture." he clenched his fists and looked down at the floor, I shoved my hands in my pockets, I leaned down a little and looked up at his pathetic saddened face, I lightly slapped his face. "This is war, my method of killing is different, but you know what I feel sorry for that guy, just take all the weapons and leave him alive, either way I blew out his knee he won't be able to walk ever again." Harrison commanded the men to take the weapons, yeah it's true I treat a higher up like a lower-rank soldier but Harrison didn't mind, we're friends you could say. The man lying on the floor looked at me in surprise, I just smirked. "I just blew out your knee if I would've killed in the first shot I wouldn't care, but a pathetic guy like you isn't even worth killing anymore." The man looked down at the floor sadly, I looked away if it wasn't me one of his own would dispose of him, I felt a small twinge of respect for these men, they had their pride but that was the only thing that I respected other than that I didn't like them at all, they killed my best friend, I watched him die in my arms. I roughly pulled my rifle from Taylor's hand, he jerked forward from the forcefulness, he glared at me but I didn't care. Then it happened, a large blast, the crunching of wood, I covered my eyes, once over we were now in a inferno, I noticed two of the men were dead, the smell of burning skin irritated my sinuses. I heard a loud moaning sound come from once of the back rooms, I rushed toward it I noticed the young American-Jap Kurosaki lying on the ground injured, I pushed back the burning debris.
"Hey fucker you all right?!" He glared at me, this idiot always had time to glare at me, I rolled my eyes and brushed off some of the debris off of him.
"I'm fine just some scrapes and bruises." I helped him stand up, Taylor ran in he smirked and walked over to us, he swung Kurosaki's arm over his shoulder, they started to walk out, I looked around the room and noticed a crib, I shook my head and followed them out. Everyone was already outside of the burning home, I looked down at the enemy, I walked just a few steps ahead of him, I stopped in my track, why I wasn't in a hurry to leave I did not know.
"You want to leave or do you wish to die here?" I heard the man growl, I looked back at him and noticed tears in his eyes, he looked up at me with pleading eyes. He jerked his head toward a closed door, I looked at it.
"There is child in there at least you save him?" I heard my name being yelled out, I nodded at the man, I may be an asshole but I still havesome human emotions. I ran over to the door, I reluctantly reached for the handle, I flung it open, I heard sobbing, I saw a small boy. Sighing heavily I walked over to him and held out my hand, he looked at me hatefully. I heard a crunching sound I looked up the roof was beginning to cave in, it cracked once more and of course it fucking caved in, in front of the damn door.
"FUCK!!" I removed my helmet and placed it on the kid's head, removing my equipment I removed my jacket and shirt and covered the kid. Again I heard the cracking of the roof, I looked up my eyes widened for a moment, I grabbed the kid and wrapped my arms around him, I dodged the falling debris, upon hitting the floor something burned into my lower abdomen, then something it my lower back as well, I rolled off of the heated debris and to remove the thing off of my back, I let out a scream of pain. I slowly stood up with the kid in my arms, I looked down at my stomach to see a red burn mark, the smell of burning skin filled my nose, I pushed the annoying smell back and ran toward the door, I violently kicked the fallen debris and ran out into the living room, I looked down at the man and then quickly ran out the back door. Some of the men ran over to me, others stayed with the Kurosaki and the two dead soldiers, one of them grabbed the kid, we all ran back toward the waiting trucks. I was laid down on the back seat, quickly we all drove off.
Upon reaching the base I was of course put into the infirmary, I growled I hated being still but the damn doctors wouldn't let me leave or even sit up. I looked over to my roommate and laughed, he glared at me.
"Just cuts and bruises huh?!" I laughed once more, he glared at me and scrunched up his nose, I lifted an eyebrow as he began to chuckle.
"That burn on your lower back and abdomen are perfect circles, and they're totally black." I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "By the way I saw that birthmark on your back, are you some kind of demon child?" I laughed.
"I would need two more sixes for that, by the way the burn on my back it didn't overlap that birthmark did it?" He nodded his head no.
"It's just a couple of centimeters away from it." I nodded my head, I looked at him and scoffed, that idiot was going to get me killed one day. "By the way why did you save me?" I glared at him, and tried to sit up but just like always a medic always came in, he glared and me.
"Lay back down." I growled.
"Fuck man can't I just sit up? I hate being confined like this." he glared at me, I glared back with more ferocity but he didn't falter, fucking Army guys never showing their fear but inside it's there.
"You want to be tied down to the bed asshole?" I grinned wickedly.
"You'd like that wouldn't you." his eyes widened momentarily but quickly regained his composure, he was grumbling about something, then quickly left the premises, I looked over to Kurosaki and sighed heavily. "I couldn't let a comrade . . . even one I despise die, I had already lost Ulquiorra slip through my fingers I ain't gonna let another die in front of my eyes." He became quiet, everyone knew that Ulquiorra and I were good friends though it didn't show on the surface, I always fought with him, he would just stare at me blankly it pissed me off but like they say opposites attract. I tugged on my dyed hair and growled, Kurosaki noticed, I knew he wanted to know why I was mad at my hair, I smirked.
"My hair is naturally a ridiculous color." I pointed to my eyebrows, Kurosaki bit his thumb I growled and crossed my arms over my chest, if I could move I would choke the idiot. No one laughs at me, I heard him whimper, I glared at him and threw my hands up in frustration. "JUST FUCKING LAUGH ALREADY SHIT!" he bursted out into laughter, he pointed at me, tears were evident in his eyes, it wasn't that fucking funny.
"I-I-I never really noticed your eyebrows, seeing as I always see you wearing your helmet." I grinned maniacally, he finally stopped laughing and noticed the wicked grin on my face, he became wary of me.
"I wouldn't laugh Strawberry." his eyes widened, now it was my turn to laugh, he glared at me.
"Hey! My name name means one who protects." I grinned.
"That's not what I heard from Takeda." he clenched his fist, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was going to kill Takeda now, I shrugged my shoulders if the guy dies it ain't my fault. Kurosaki looked at me with an evil look in his eyes, I just grinned and laid down comfortably in my cot, I turned away from him closed my eyes, at least for a couple of days that I'm still here I will be able to sleep slightly peacefully, even if being protected by soldiers there is always a chance of attack, I had to keep my guard up.
"Hey your friend Ulquiorra what was he to you?" I grunted, I didn't like speaking about my past but I decided to give in.
"Best friend, roommate, rivals, why?" I turned to face him and noticed he had a sad look in his eyes, I rolled my eyes. "You know you show your emotions too much, you're suppose to keep a blank face especially during times like this." he grinned.
"What about you, Mr. Wicked Grin?" I huffed and turned away from him.
I sighed heavily and ran my hands through my now blue hair, my room was dark the only light coming in was from the full moon. Thinking back to my time in active duty took a lot out of me, Harrison and I would joke about how when we returned home we could end up having PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.) Harrison sadly did end up being injured mentally, I . . . as well, I became slightly confused, certain sounds would get to me riled up. Watching shows like Cops, America's Most Wanted, World's Wildest Police Chases, Most Shocking, Most Daring, CSI, Law and Order even the news made me duck and cover, I hated the sound of gunshots. Children crying, women trying to comfort their children would remind me of the innocent women and children I had killed. I was no longer my maniacal self, but something came into my life and gradually I returned to the way I was.
Actually it was more like someone, he helped me through my panic attacks, but unlike most soldiers who ended up on their knees crying I would be holding onto my head screaming in anger. The people around us thought I was crazy but he knew I wasn't. I looked over to a picture I had on my night stand, I picked it up and traced a finger across the picture of my friend Ulquiorra, I placed it back down and picked the other picture sitting there. It was of Kurosaki and I, he was grinning like an idiot I was looking at the the camera angrily, my arms crossed over my chest. The door to my bedroom open, my orange haired roommate came in, he flicked on the lights, I covered my eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" he rolled his eyes.
"I know you see better in the dark but asshole dinner is ready." I lifted an eyebrow,
"Since when do you cook?" He growled.
"I don't Pizza Hut does." I sighed and stood up from my bed, I placed an arm over his shoulder.
"One of these days one of us needs to learn how to cook if not we're gonna become fat shitty blobs." He chuckled.
"Not if we exercise like we always do." I shrugged a shoulder.
"Maybe but it doesn't mean we can't get sick." He lifted an eyebrow and removed my arm from his shoulder, he looked at me closely. He grabbed my chin and roughly turned my head to the side, I growled and grabbed his arm, I shoved his arm away from my face.
"Don't shove me violently you ass! I'll fucking stomp your face in the next time you do that!" He laughed and started walking back toward the living room.
"Ha! That's the Grimmjow I know!" I scoffed and pushed past him, I let myself plop down onto the couch, I opened the pizza box and grabbed the biggest piece, Ichigo turned on the tv, CSI was on, he looked over to me worried, I shrugged my shoulder's he knew that those shows didn't get to me anymore. I could handle the blood the death, the gunshots, he smiled and left it there. We had finished eating I leaned back against the couch, I yawned bored out of my mind. Ichigo leaned his head on my shoulder, I smirked.
"Hey what kind of relationship did you have with Ulquiorra?" I sighed and placed my head onto of his.
"We we just best friends." he looked down at the ground sadly, I laughed and raised my head. "You really don't need to worry, he was just only a friend." He smiled sadly and looked up at me.
"You have a session with Dr. Neil tomorrow don't you?" I growled.
"Unfortunately, this is what Harrison and I get for joking around." he smirked.
"You were already mentally unstable, I would've never guessed you could get a few more screws loose." I growled and punched the idiot on the arm, he winced in pain, I laughed maniacally, he backed away from me a little. "Shit man you are crazy."
"Why do you think women are so interested in me?" He scoffed and looked away from me, I grinned, mentioning how much women found me attractive always made the idiot angry. I grabbed his chin between my thumb and index finger, I made him face me. "Ah still jealous of slutty bitches?" he growled and pulled way from me.
"Well when you mention them like that . . ." I never let him finish his sentence, my lips overlapped his in a passionate kiss.