Return of Hatred (Closed @completelyhypnotic)
Grimmjow walked slowly through life nowadays, mostly ignoring the scenery unless he found a nice spot to watch the clouds from and doze off for several hours. Life had gotten lazy, and no matter the amount of people he spoke to, nothing quenched his thirst for a fight. The day was bland and boring, the sky was grey and there was a cold chill making its way through the air, one that would make anyone want to curl up and sleep. And then it appeared. Grimmjow knew this feeling, this power, it pushed down on him like a truck. The feeling was heavy on his shoulders. Aizen. The man that Grimmjow loathed, he clenched his fist and grit his teeth, maybe he'd finally be able to release some tension.






