She was just a masterpiece trying to master peace,...But of course there's always that one fuck up.
Zephyr, a professional photographer finds herself in the middle of her wits and emotions. Afraid of the change that she so much needed and also being...
A/N: Y'all forgive me 😫. I been trying to figure out where to go with this after reading over what I already had written. This chapter is pretty NSFW towards the middle. I do apologize to those that have been waiting for me. I truly hope you enjoy this long chapter. If there are any mistakes, I apologize for that. I write on my phone 😂❤ (how I imagine Ichigo would look at Zephyr after this chapter)
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Chapter VI
Yammy leant against the stone rail, looking to the sky transition to twilight. Fire flys fluttering about and crickets chirping around him. The smoke kept them at a distance, but nonetheless it was still peaceful to look at, most of all to, hear. The weather oddly warm compared to the earlier brisk in the day. Inhaling as he took another pull from the cigar he rolled, he looked to the clear skies patient and waiting.
"P-Please! I have a family!" wail through swollen, bloody lips.
Grimmjow lounged on the sofa, dressed down in all black, expertly flipping a knife in his hand as the other rest on the arm. Growing bored by the seconds that pass. "The fuck does that have to do with me?"
Backing away to the far wall. "You would kill me in my own home!? Where they will find me!? You're a madman, don't you know I have cameras everywhere!"
Shrugging his shoulders. "Dumbass, you're not suppose to threaten the very person that hold your life in their hands. Luckily for you, I am a reasonable sorta-kinda' guy. Give me what I came here for and I'll be on my way. Woosh!" Cerulean irises brighten with a toothy grin. "Disappear, like a wet dream."
"I told you already, I don't have it right now."
Sighing. "I'm also very...very impatient." Now Grimmjow stared at him eye to eye. Elbows on his knees as the man shook under his gaze. "you got ten seconds to figure something out porkchop."
The balding man whimpered. "My watch. Here take it!"
Quickly Grimmjow scanned the watch then back to his face. "Seven...six...five....:
He looked around, finding anything of value, but practically his living room alone could buy twelve houses. The golden statue of himself cost a mini fortune. The diamond chandeliers in the high ceiling. Then a fist.
'A fist?'
Before the man could react Grimmjow already connected knuckles with his nose. Assuming it was broke from the way the man cried, rocking side to side on the floor holding his face. Bleeding on the white mink carpet.
His hand fell back to his side, fist dripping small amounts of blood as he stood over the crying man. He hated his type. Grimmjow had a affinity to animals and the wild life. Often he would watch the documentaries about them with Zephyr. They were fascinating to see in their natural habitat. It offended him seeing them strung up on a wall as if they were decorations. Which was why he didn't feel bad about what he was going to do next.
