My own Bleach related take on L.J Smith's 'The Forbidden game'. Grimmjow and pals are stuck in a universe where Ulquiorra is God. The question is, who will get out alive?
Out, Out Brief Candle
Will those girls stop following me!
It’s ridiculous! I can’t even step out of the fucking house without them following me. Nnoitra finds it highly hilarious.
“Oh man, you must love it! All the gorgeous little girlies stalking you around town!” His boyfriend Szayel walked over, and passed me a can of Coke.
“There’s only one problem with it, am I right Grimmy?” I growl. I hate it when people call me that.
“And what would that problem be?” Nnoitra asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
“That it’s little girlies following him, not little boys.” I shoved my middle finger up at the bubblegum pink haired teen.
I wasn’t as open about my preferences in relationships as they were, and they teased me immensely about it. Because of this, I was the only one in the group who didn’t have a partner.
Anyway, back to the story.
The reason I had dared leave the comfort of my house was because of Nnoitra. It was his birthday, and as his ‘best friend’, I was in charge of hosting the party.
Sure, there was enough food and alcohol in the fridge. There was no risk there.
It’s just at my place, there’s nothing to do. I’m a big guitar player. I like nothing better than writing songs on the weekends. The others don’t share that passion, so I’m currently running around town looking for something to do.
The girls are all tagging behind. I’m a ladies man, apparently, although I have no interest in the female species what-so-ever. It’s just that they find me attractive. I don’t have the slightest clue why.
Sure, I’m tall. Fairly muscular too, I do a lot of weight lifting and I have a fitness routine I do every morning. Everyone keeps telling me it’s my hair though. Apparently, it’s daring, and the girls love it.
Hold up a second there. Szayel’s got pink hair. They’re not that interested in him. What difference does it make that my hair’s turquoise?
Apparently, it makes a lot of difference.
I sped up a bit. Hopefully, I would be able to lose them in the rougher parts of town. It was real rough, and no weak girl would go there.
I have to hand it to them, as they follow me down the street, they are persistent.
My bright blue eyes flick to the other side of the road. Please, I need one crappy little shop I can sneak into undetected.
Wait a second, that can’t be right!
Across the road, there’s a graffitied wall.
There’s a door in the middle of it.
I sprint across the road, determined to get in before the girls arrive around the corner. I’m just praying it’s not locked, or I’ll look like an idiot. Actually, that might not be such a bad thing. If I was an idiot, the girls might leave me alone.
Unfortunately for me, I’m one of the brightest nails in the tool box.
The door opens easily. I’m absolutely ecstatic, but quickly close it.
It’s only after I’ve slumped against the door in relief, I realise where I am.
I’m in a games shop.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before though. The walls are a sterile white, like in those weird lab films. There are tiny little tables, all with dusty old board games. And I don’t mean checkers.
These are all ancient. I walk to the nearest table. There’s a silver triangle with little inscriptions all over it.
“That is a rubictum. You are meant to solve the puzzle written on it, and open it. It is also where the rubix cube derives from.” I stopped.
The voice I had just heard was unnatural. It sounded like little shards of ice, and was full to the brim with sadness and loneliness.
I turned around to study the owner of the voice, and my breath caught in my throat.
There stood a pale boy, a few years older than me in appearance, but I was taller. He was stick thin, and he wasn’t just pale.
His skin was pure white, like new snow, or fresh paper straight out of the packet. His top lip was black.
The thing that struck me most of all, besides his voice, was his eyes.
They were the purest, brightest, most innocent and sad looking eyes I had ever seen, the type of green that you could only see as part of the northern lights. He nodded, no emotions on his face what-so-ever.
“Can I help you?” I snapped out of my confusion.
“Uhm, yeah, see, I’ve got a party tonight, and I just need something to keep them all interested.” He nodded.
“It all depends on what game you seek, and what audience you have to entertain. Describe them to me.” He turned away from me, heading towards some shelves. He had a long white coat on, with tails that nearly reached the floor. It was zipped up at the front, leaving only his white neck and white trousers visible.
I swear I've seen it somewhere before.
“Well, there’s Nnoitra, and he’s quite laid back, Szayel, who’s a bit of a drama queen and a bit crazy. Gin, very smart, but very sneaky. There’s Ilforte, also a drama queen, but tough as nails, and then you have Stark, who just sleeps all the time, and doesn’t really do much, but gets angry quickly.”
Wait, why was I telling him this?
The store keeper nodded, and looked at me again, his shoulder length raven hair flicking over his shoulder.
“You forgot to tell me about yourself. What is the point in buying a game if you, the buyer, get no satisfaction from it?” That was a good point.
“I’m...quick to get angry.” He walked up to me, directly in front of me, and stared at my face.
“You are shy, but attempt to mask it. You are quietly creative, artistic even. I believe I have just the game you need.”
How the hell did he do that?
He walked to the shelf, and brought done a blank white box.
Even that was darker than his skin.
“Okay. You just pointed out to me some of your friends’ good points and personal flaws. What this game does is tries and tests those. There is some creativity involved, and you have to be able to keep a clear head and think logically, but it should be a lot of fun.” I nodded.
“I’ll take it. How much is it?” He sighed.
“Ten pounds.” I nodded, and fished the note out of my pocket. He slipped it into the cashier.
I grabbed the box, and turned to leave. Just as I closed the door, I heard him say five more words, five words that made me shiver.
“See you later, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques.” I turned around, to re-open the door and ask him how the hell he knew my name, and the door had gone. I stared at the box in my hands.
“Great. I probably just got ripped off.” I looked up, saw it was dark, and then looked at my watch.
Shit! I had been in there for three hours! How was that even possible?
The party was starting in an hour.
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