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Memories of Cicero chapter 6“Hehe you always get pissy with these matters eh Cicero?” came a horrifyingly familiar voice, but this time Cicero wasn’t dreaming and everyone seemed to be staring behind her. She turned casually.
“Ah, don’t play stoic with me Cicero-Chan” he chuckled before turning his voice menacing “You reek of fear” Cicero didn’t answers, she stood shell shocked from the sudden appearance of the bane of her existence. The one from her nightmare stood in all in his glowing glory casually leaning on an invisible wall.
“No no little ghoulie, little ghoulie girl” he began, Cicero stiffened from remembering that line Grimmjow noticed and went for the glowing one but was knocked back, smashing into a wall and breaking it and bleeding.
“Grimmjow!” she shouted
“You basted!” Cicero spat and swung for him but instead of making impact or being knocked back her fist was caught.
“No ghoulie, let’s take this so
Memories of Cicero chapter 5“I believe we have company” Urahara’s aura and tone became serious before he stood up and led the way outside where in Cicero’s point of view, quite a girly haired man, the guy from the little soldiers fear, an obvious blind guy, a pink guy who was standing next to spoon man, a sleepy looking guy, a really fat guy, a stoic looking woman, and an even more stoic looking emo chibi, a grouchy looking old man, a fish bowl with legs, a bold guy with spikes on his head, a green haired little girl who was drooling slightly and a really out of it looking blond kid.
Cicero, having an immature moment, decided to call the tinker bell, foxie, J-man, Pinkie, spoon, Z-z-z, jaba the hut, chuckles, emo chibi, old guy, flounder, T-rex, Chibi mark one and dude. This is proof of her insanity.
They were standing there in the air, acting like this was the norm for them. Everyone’s attention was snatched away from them, thought Grimmjow seemed more than wary, as a J
Memories of Cicero chapter 4Cicero opened her eyes groggily.
“Uhhhg” she grumbled at the intruding light, shifting round a bit
“Ah! It looks like our friend here has finally awoken!” Her eyes snapped open fully at hearing an unknown voice, scanning the area she could see a man with a fabulous hat, a scowling teenager, a short teenage girl and a pineapple hair dude teenager. No Grimmjow.
Cicero then caused a riot, all by herself. First by trying to leg it to find her lost companion, then by attacking them as they went to hold her down and finally by taking them all down. It went a bit like this.
Cicero launched her petite form up and went for the door, then the scowling one and pineapple tried to hold her back kicking one in the throat and punching the other in the gut backed them up a bit, but then the girl joined in too, beating them all back she screamed repeatedly “Where is he!?” like they might of hurt him.
The one with the hat called for something called a tessi but was ac
Memories of Cicero Chapter 3Grimmjows pov
Stuck in a gigai and thrown into the human world in a place he didn’t know wasn’t the best way to start his night. Aizen had gotten really pissed with him, Grimmjow snorted the feeling was mutual. Wandering round he looked up at a giant clock, weirdo humans.
Then he felt something, kind of like Reiatsu but… different. It felt balanced but unbalanced at the same time, like it was fighting itself but was one. Weird.
Attracted to the odd sensation Grimmjow followed it. Then he found her. Crouched low on a not so high roof by an alleyway he watched as she calmly ate some very disgruntled looking bread and then he saw them.
Seven drunken men making their way to were the girl crouched. Overcome by a strange urge to protect her he picked up a rock by his foot and launched it and the men hitting one straight in the head. They all laughed at this making the girl take note of their presence and made to leave but was cut short.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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