Chapter 1
Old Dogs, New Crud
(A Grimmjow Cinta story)

I walked slowly down the jalan head phones blasting in each ear. The streets were deserted, not a soul atau person in sight. I turned up my iPod and hummed to myself. It didn’t feel right. I stopped and looked back but no one was there. I sighed, brushed the strand of black hair from my eyes, and turned to keep walking. But only two steps ahead I bumped into someone. My head phones fell out of my ears and I almost fell flat on my face.
“HEY, idiot! Watch where you're goin’!”
I turned to face the person I had run into. It was a tallish...