No Regrets (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Nieve finished up the last of the stitches and tied off the knot, coating the stitched up wound in an antibiotic.
 
Nieve beamed up at him, cheeks flushing as pink as her hair. "Arigatou, Otou-sama!" She chirped.
 
Nieve's stomach rumbled as well. "Perhaps the kitchen survived?" She asked, hoping it to be true.
 
Nieve slowed her pace, but only enough for Grimmjow to catch up, heading towards the kitchen. Most of Las Noches had survived the attack, but there was still the occasional hole in the wall or splatter of blood.
 
"Yeah..." She murmured. Everything was drastically different, it was almost as if she were in a different place.
 
Passing the destroyed training hall, Nieve spotted something amongst the rubble. Moving over she pulled out a severed limb. Her severed limb. "Well, there goes the training hall." She muttered; only one wall and part of the roof was still remaining of the hall.
 
"Yeah." Nieve stared at the hall for a moment longer before a cold foot was pressed against his face; Nieve's severed leg, which had miraculously still managed to survive this long, leaving her with a new plaything.
 
Nieve shrugged and the leg flopped over her shoulder and onto the floor with a heavy thud. "I was just impressed it was still here."
 
Nieve found the kitchen entering with a sad look on her face. The entire kitchen was in shambles, and anything that had once been edible was no longer salvageable. "Crap-" Then she saw it. The most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. Sitting on the counter was an entire, untouched chicken. Jerk chicken.
 
Grimmjow was syeing it as well, mouth watering. With Nnoitra gone, he didn't have to deal with seeing the asshole eat the chicken in front of him. "Its mine."
 
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