It’s almost Grimmjow’s birthday again, so it’s time for my (apparently) biannual update of the Time Travel Fic! Chapter 3 is up now!
Title: The Past is a Foreign Country (where no one knows your face)
Summary:
“Ah,” Urahara, who had been infuriatingly silent for the last ten minutes, finally interrupted. “If I might put forward a hypothesis.”
They all turned to look at him. He gave them all a moment’s pause, because the man couldn’t stop the dramatics if his life depended on it. Finally, satisfied that the moment had been milked dry and aged into cheese, he tapped his cane once and spoke.
“Could it be, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, that you are somehow from the future?”
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In which Grimmjow fucks up, and then fucks up the timeline.