Lately i've been obsessed by the Espada and I think GrimmjowXRukia are cute though I prefer Ichiruki so I'm writing this fic. I'm also writing one about Ulqiorra Rukia with the title "Turn of Fate" lolz

A pair of blue eyes watched as Rukia fought with Espada number nine.

"SODE NO SHIRAYUKI!" the girl shouted loudly, echoing along the dark building.

Grimmjow couldn't help admiring the fresh wave of pure white snow that sprouted from her blade. His hands itched to help when he saw the fight, and it was weird, he didn't want to help his comrade, he wanted to help the Shinigami.

Those trashy Shinigami.

He stayed in the dark as Aaroniero's trident broke Rukia's sword, its cold steel drilling through her flesh, trapping her beneath those spires.

That scream… Grimmjow couldn't help but to hear it.

He heard Aaroniero's mad laughter and saw the Shinigami's beautiful blue eyes fading into blackness.

Was she dead?

For some reasons that thoughts pained him. He remembered when he first saw her, trying to protect that worthless crap Ichigo. True, he wounded her. He punched a hole inside of her, making her vomit blood, seeing her eyes fading as she is now. Usually, violence gave him satisfaction. But that time, when he hurt Kuchiki Rukia, he felt something almost resembling…regret.

Grimmjow closed his eyes in anger, confusion spinning through his mind.

Stop it… he thought, Regret? Of course not. Blood makes you happy.

He opened his eyes, seeing again Rukia's small form hanging from Aaroniero's silver trident as the Espada continued his laughter.

His heart clenched. Does he even have a heart?

He heard a whisper then.

"Sayonara…" it was Rukia, "Kaien-dono…"

Her voice was broken. Quiet. She was dying.

I've got to help her, he suddenly thought and blinked. What was he saying? He even didn't know her!

Blood dripping from her Shihakusho…

Help her.

No! another part of him argued, She's a Shinigami, for goodness' sake!

You know you don't want her dead.

Grimmjow knew he didn't want to. She… she reminds him of a girl he used to know. Before he became a hollow. Before he became Grimmjow Jaggerjack, Espada number 6.

When his name was Jonathan.

Jonathan Carmichael.

He bit his lip as those memories from his past came flooding again. A boy with blue eyes, a girl with dark hair and ocean-like orbs, playing in the yard.

Just a boy and a girl, two best friends living in the village of Marlow.

"Look, Selena!" the boy shouted, grinning, holding up a puppy, "I found a dog!"

The girl came running at him, "Jonathan, it's cute!"

"What should we name it?"

The girl thought, "Grimmjow. Like, you know, The GRIMMCH. It sounds cool,"

The little boy nodded, smiling, "Okay then, Grimmjow it is."

When he was just a carefree little boy, not thirsting for power…

Thirteen year old Jonathan pulled Selena by the hand.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked, frowning.
"Where do you think? Our monthly picnic," Jo answered, grinning, "I've already bought the food,"

Selena's face cracked into a small smile, "You buy my favorite pasta?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "For sure. I never forget, you know,"

His face turn scarlet as the girl hugged him, "Thanks,"

When the world was theirs…

Sixteen years old Jonathan was sitting in front of his porch when Selena came running at him. His eyes brightened, "HEY!"

The girl sat next to him, looking excited over something, "Jo! This is the happiest day in my life,"

Jonathan smiled, "Tell me about it,"

His face fell as the words came out from her mouth, "Philip asked me out!"

"Oh…" he was lost for words, "Great." He gave an unsatisfying grin.

A month later, Selena was officially Philip's girlfriend. They were still friends but it pained the boy Everytime she talks about him. At the end, when the pain was unbearable, he decided to break their friendship. He told her they can't be friends anymore and turn his back over her, closing his ears against her pleas and cries…

But he couldn't.

She's happy. He had to leave her alone. It's over.

Before his world was shattered apart.

Grimmjow tried to hold his tears back and cursed himself. For what was he crying? Those were unimportant! Those were from a lifetime ago! Selena was… Selena wasn't important anymore.

Even he knew he lied pathetically. He couldn't deny it, he still couldn't forget her. Even though hundred of years had passed since that hollow ate him when he was only eighteen. Even though he had spent his lifetime in Hueco Mundo, her face still haunted him.

Her face that somehow reminds him of Rukia. Perhaps it's because their ocean-blue eyes and same dark hair. Or their fiery attitude.

He knew one thing, though as he look at Rukia's dying form.

"What do you mean? Is it because of Philip?" Selena demanded, holding his hand.

Jonathan didn't look at her, "No," he said in a harsh tone, "It's just over. I'm not your friend anymore,"

He felt her arm fell from his side, and turned his back before her.

"Why?" he heard her asked, her voice strained with pain.

"I'm sorry," was all he said, walking away from her, refusing to heard her crying.

Grimmjow opened his eyes. He had made a mistake once. He won't let Rukia die. Letting her die was like seeing Selena crying all over again.

He was going to save her. Even though she's a stinking Shinigami. Even though maybe she wasnt worth it.

He didnt really know why he was saving her. Why he was even concerned. There was more about this Rukia Kuchiki that he can explain by words.

Grimmjow knew one thing, though. He had to stop this... this troublesome and unnecessary emotions.

So, what do you think? Chapter Two will be up soon so give me reviews please... I'd appreciate it.