Lethal Fan Art

I hear the curtains being slid open to the witnesses' room. I don't even spare them a glance. It's just reporters, some random witnesses, the bitch, and Starrk. I know he tried. He knows I won't look out there. I thanked him for his help earlier. We said our goodbyes.

Ichigo tells me he can hold my hand, if I want. He's trying to help me through it. I glance up at him and I see compassion in his amber eyes. I look away and shake my head. the room is a little blurry.

He takes my hand anyway, and I squeeze back as hard as I can.

And then I hear someone ask me a question. I don't register who asked me. I don't care. I just hear the question.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez. You have been found guilty of first degree murder and have been sentenced to death by leathal injection by this state, to be commenced at twenty one hundred hours on this day, the twenty ninth of July, two thousand twelve."

"Do you have any last words?"

I feel the priest, Ichigo...Ichigo...Ichigo squeezes my hand again and I glance into those  deep amber eyes one last time. He's apologetic. He has to let go. No one can be touching me once they start the injections. I don't want to let go. I'm not ready. I squeeze back. His hand is so warm...

I loose myself in those eyes for a moment, escape there, and even though I had never planned on saying anything other than fuck you all for this, something shifts loose inside me and I breathe out some words, quietly enough that Ichigo leans forward and the microphone above me probably doesn't even pick it up.

"I'm sorry."



This story touched my heart and made it hurt... damn you for making me feel!!


Anyway, this moving story was made by the lovely Junichi-chan~
Check out her stuff! They're really good!!

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