AN: This is the official beginning of my new project "The Third", which I was originally going to call "I Am Number Three" but just when the idea came to me I saw the movie preview for I Am Number Four and didn't want to get anyone's hopes up on thinking that's what this is.

Despite how short the prologue is I promise actual chapters will be longer. I will say upfront to expect a lot of flashbacks in this story because they help make the story easier to understand and give more definition to the sort of romance that Nel and Grimmjow have.

Disclaimer: My Japanese may be stronger than most of my friend's but in all actuality, it's quite shitty. So please tell me how it'd be possible that I created an anime in a language I can barely speak. But in case you do know how that'd be possible, I'll say I don't own Bleach.

Prologue

"I feel perfect," she had whispered to him, the words ringing so sweetly within his ears.

Green hair scattered out on the pillow and a dazed look on her face, Nel was the image of nostalgia. The moment was too soft, too calm. The moment was on that did not often visit the couple's raging waters, and both were hell bent on savoring it.

In the kitchen, shards of glass and small drops of blood littered the floor, the picture of the rage that had smothered the room not even an hour ago. If either had the desire to, neither would be able to recall what the argument was even about. Who broke what, what broke whose skin, who decided to put an end to it; none of those details were important. They never were.

Fingers had tangled into hair, lips pressed desperately against lips. Nails raked over skin as both tried to consume the other. They battled, they fought. He called her, he marked her, he claimed her. And she was his.

And then they lay there, her breath mingling with his, as both willed themselves not to think. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, for instinct told him that if he eased up, she'd leave him. He just knew she'd leave him.

"Where the hell are you going, Nel?" he asked, the words piercing through the silence.

She was still in his arms, still in his arms.

She didn't answer, closing her eyes, and allowing her lashes the privilege to kiss her cheeks. And then she opened them, slowly, peering at him with that dazed, lost look in her eyes.

"I'm right where I want to be."

Her fingers trailed down his arm, taking his hand into both of hers. He looked at her, giving her a warning glare, almost daring her to try to leave after they had come this far.

She was going, she was going.

And then she said the words, those taboo words, which completely ripped the world to pieces.

"I feel perfect."

AN: Tell me what you think, or don't. I mean reviews are nice, but they don't really make me update faster because I post when I personally have the opportunity to. (Which means don't try to put updates on a schedule because they'll be way random.)