Hey guys! This was originally going to be just a ulquihime, but since that's been done to death, and since Grimmjow can just never seem to find someone, I decided to give the poor guy a break. Here's my all new, super fantabulous, new pairing! Ya! Go, Grimmjow X Emigdia! Since everything in Heuco Mundo seems to be Spanish, I decided to give her a name that had significance in that language! I really wanted something that had to do with god, courtesy of Aizen's god complex. I ended up with Emigdia, which means "Half-god" which will have importance in this chapter! *Hint, Hint* I went through an awful lot of names to get that, too. Here's just a few:
Adelita (strong, courageous woman), Alisa (Noble), Anita (grace, favourable), Antonia (Invaluable), Blanca (pure, white), Deifilia(god's daughter), Dorotea (gift from god), Elena (Torch), Emigdia (half-god), Estella (star), Gabriella (warrior of god), Ibbie (god is my oath), Isbell (God is my oath), Jesusa (god is salvation), Lupe (wolf), Lupita (little wolf), Manuela (god is with us), Rafaela (has been healed by god), Renata (reborn), Teofila (Friend of god)
I still think I made the right choice! Hope you enjoy! PS: sorry about Gin's accent. I can never get it quite right… also, I KNOW THAT THERE ARE ONLY TEN ESPADAS AND I KNOW THAT THERE CAN'T BE ELEVEN ESPADAS AND WHATNOT BUT JUST GET PAST THAT OKAY?
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach!
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She opened her eyes, just in time to see the darkness close in on her. She struggled to run, but to no avail. It was like someone had strapped cinderblocks to her feet. She glanced over her shoulder with fearful eyes. The thing was still steadily making it's way towards her. She reached down to free her feet, but her hands fell through thin air. Feverishly, she called out, trying to catch herself. Looking to her hands, she saw only blackness. It was like it was midnight. No, even midnight couldn't be this dark, she thought to herself as she feebly put her hands up, in a last effort to hinder the onslaught of pain that she knew was coming. Even though it was pitch black, she could clearly make out… whatever it was that was coming towards her. The darkness currently surrounding her was normal, just like closing your eyes. But the thing, it's dark was one of unnatural origins. It felt cold, though the thick, humid air around her should not be. Where was she again? She thought hysterically. She had known just a minute ago. Where had that knowledge gone!? It was like the blob had sucked it up, right out of her head. She raked her brain, unsuccessfully trying to remember where she lived.
"You live with me now." the ominous voice boomed around her, seemingly coming out of the dark sky itself. She cocked her head to the side, looking up. She had no more time to think. That slight motion of her head upwards was all the distraction the thing needed. In the next second, it pounced on her, pulling her into it's center.
The girl gasped, the familiar feeling of being underwater playing on her senses. She began cupping the water and trying to force her way out before she drowned. A strange numbness began crawling up her feet. She ignored the feeling, focusing on the object at hand. She kept her mind off the growing hysteria by putting all her fear into her stroke. Reach, pull, reach, pull. She visibly relaxed as the familiar motion began taking her closer to the edge of the thing.
She heard a throaty laugh, instinctively stopping the stroke. The same booming voice came as before. This time she was able to identify it as male. "This is the longest one of them's ever lasted. She's going to be a strong one, Gin." he finished proudly.
Suddenly she became painfully aware of the numbness now currently working it's way up her shoulders. She squealed, accidentally letting out the breath she'd been holding. The water forced itself down her throat, as the numbness picked up double speed, capturing her whole body in a coma like state. She sat for a few blissfully short seconds in numbness. Then, as quickly as the numbness had come, it disappeared, turning into a burning sensation that was steadily growing more potent. The only thought that was even half coherent in the searing pain was one of surprise as the air bubbles from the breath that she had let out, instead of floating upwards, floated off in all directions, flattening, and forming a eight way mirror around her. The pain was becoming unbearable and she considered sucking in water just to make it stop. Something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. she looked to the mirrors. A double of herself appeared in each of them. Every one of them was wearing a mask. She clutched at her chest, just below her collarbone was where the pain seemed to be centered. It felt like the skin was being ripped away, like someone had shoved their hand into her chest, and was now clutching her heart, extracting it.. She looked down, expecting to see darkness, but instead her vision was met by a crimson cloud of swirling blood floating through the water. She did a double take. The blood seemed to have no source. It just floated out from the darkness. She cringed as the pain began again. She was losing consciousness. In her last effort, she feebly covered her face from the doubles that now seemed to be leaning out of the mirrors, one hand extended towards her. Then the pain became too much, and she gladly welcomed what she was sure was death.
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The man stood proudly over his latest creation. He turned to smile at his accomplice. The white-haired man that was stood off to the side, took a step closer to his friend. "Well, she's a pretty thang, now ain't she?"
The brown haired man made no move, but the fellow exiled shinigami knew from his silence that he agreed.
Ichimaru Gin inspected the girl, smiling. Her partial mask covered only from her hairline down half the side of her face, much like Ulquiorra's. hers was more in the plain variety, though, with only a short horn protruding from the top. Her features were also fine, he thought as he inspected her violently black hair. As he leaned closer, he could make out hot pink splotches here and there.
Aizen grinned, kneeling down as her eyes fluttered open. "Welcome, Emigdia. My newest creation, and newest addition to the Espadas."
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Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was not in a good mood. Not that that's anything new… he strolled down the stark white hallways, sadistically laughing at the frightened expressions of the lower ranking Arrancars. This always seemed to improve his mood. Going down to the lower levels of Heuco Mundo, and scaring the living hell out of the Hollows there. Maybe chop a few of 'em up, even. He thought as he happily fingered the hilt of his Zanpaktou.
But, of course, something had to happen to ruin his newly improved mood. "All Espada, report to Aizen-Sama's throne room for a short meeting."
Grimmjow growled, unsheathing his Zanpaktou and quickly cutting cleanly through an unsuspecting Arrancar to his side. Smirking, he made his way down the hall.
Three sliced Arrancars later, Grimmjow stood at the huge doors of the throne room. He pushed them open, interrupting the meeting already taking place inside. He was, like always, fashionably late. He unceremoniously plopped down in his seat, nonchalantly scratching behind his ear. "What'd I miss?" he barked, enjoying the annoyed expression on Tousen's face. God, he loved to piss that guy off. Thinking of the other guy he loved to piss of, he glanced across the table at the Cuatro Espada. Ulquiorra's eyes met his briefly, before the intensely green orbs flickered away. Grimmjow growled. That guy'd been acting like a pansy ever since he'd been entrusted with the duty of watching over that useless woman.
Grimmjow reluctantly turned his gaze back to his master. "We were just discussing the birth of your newest sister, Emigdia." he said as he clasped his hands.
Grimmjow raised one blue eyebrow. Emigdia? Why would he name her Half-god? Did he think that she was better then them, or what?
His thoughts were interrupted by Aizen. "She will be taking a spot amongst you very soon. Although, right now, it seems she has somehow retained a shred of humanity. She is reluctant to use her powers, and has labeled herself as a 'monster'"
"Of course, all she needs is to have her spirit broken. Usually the rebirthing does this for me, but this is a special case. One of you will have to be chosen to complete this task for me. It will be one of the highest honours, I intend to take her as my bride once she is mentally healed."
Grimmjow snorted. So that's what the entire 'Half-god' thing was all about.
Aizen looked to Ulquiorra. "Usually I would trust Ulquiorra with this task, but since I've already burdened him with that women," his voice was not entirely kind while he talked about her. As soon as his voice took that tone, Ulquiorra's eyes snapped open, and his reitsu began to turn murderous. Aizen raised his eyebrow at Ulquiorra, as if saying 'bring it'.
Eventually his reitsu levelled back out, and he settled down, only a little more tense than he had been before. "My apologies, Aizen-Sama."
Aizen nodded, waiting for his excuse. But, when it became apparent that Ulquiorra wasn't going to give one, Aizen turned his gaze to Grimmjow instead. "As I was saying, that women," Aizen turned his gaze back to Ulquiorra, whose hand was in a fist on the table, knuckles white, before he continued. "Has caused enough problems for my dear Cuatro. Therefore, the Espada I have chosen for this job is…"
Grimmjow took his head off the table, straightening up. He had to be fricking kidding!
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, my Sexta Espada."
Grimmjow was up and out of that room in a split second. He glared menacingly at the walls as he walked, searching for something he could stab to death.
When he was starting to come down (or at least, heuco Mundo wasn't at risk of being destroyed) the image of Ulquiorra popped into his mind.
With a snarl, Grimmjow stabbed his Zanpaktou into the wall, causing a crack to come into being, covering the diameter of the wall.
At least he wasn't going to let this turn him into a friggin pansy, like someone he knew.
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Okay, please tell me what YOU think! I really need to know! Sorry if you think that Emigdia is kinda a weird name, but I think it fits in. I mean, think about it: Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, Nnoitra… ya.