A/N: So first off I want to say that I'm going to try my VERY hardest to finish this fic. I have the first three chapters practically done, just need to review them again. But ever since I began this crazy addiction to GrimmNel *drools* I've been so angry with how every author starts writing a fic and never finishes it! Anyways this fic is AU, I haven't give the city they live in a name yet but its coastal, tropical-like climate. I promise longer chapters in the future, and hope that this motivates other people to write/finish GrimmNel fics.
Anyways.. On with the show. And oh yeah, Bleach and its characters do not belong to me.
The rooftops in town offered no shield from the incoming rain clouds and the howling winds. There he stood on a nearby building hugging the ten times taller skyscraper that his eyes lingered on. The moon hung low in the sky tonight, illuminating the mask that adorned his face. It resembled the skull of a fierce cat-like creature with a psychotic grin. Tendrils of blue hair poked out from underneath the white hood of his jacket. The toes of his shoes hung off the edge of the tall building as if daring the wind to fling him into the murky depths below. His hands shoved deep into his pockets, he knew no fear. He closed his eyes and reveled in the events that had taken place in the last few hours.
His job was simple. Sneak in, steal some files off of the CEO's computer, then sneak out. Of course if he had it his way he'd just barge through the front door and welcome any opponent he could bloody up, sneaking was never his style. Although, completing the job did reap its reward, which in turn was a far more powerful than the fleeting excitement of defeating opponents. Oh no, he was toppling an entire corporation.
A loud clang rang out below him followed by voices muffled by the howling wind. His eyes shot open and searched for the source of all the noise. The wind was louder now and much more violent then seconds before, the storm was almost upon him. He crouched down on his perch, his blue eyes following two black figures. He watched as the figure on the left clicked on a flashlight and forced the masked man to squint to see what he was pointing the damned light at.
"Shit," he thought to himself, his eyes widened and he instinctively took a few steps backwards away from the edge, "Fucking security..."
Like a panther hunting in the wild, he set his hungry eyes on the smaller building below him. With a running start he jumped to the adjacent building, his body tucking itself into a ball as he flew between the buildings. He landed on his toes and did not stop to take a break from running. He reached the southern side of the rooftop and swung himself expertly onto the fire escape. He crawled down the ladder with the agility and silence of a spider. He could hear the voices better now that the buildings were blocking the wind from reaching his ears. Rain had begun to fall from the sky; the clouds tucked themselves around the moon as if afraid to shroud its divine light.
"Whaddya think's in it?" He heard one of the figures say as he made his way down the ladder.
With that he leaped off of the ladder, the ground still being a ways away. He had to reach the package before either security guard saw what was in it, or else he would have to kill them, which he would probably have to kill them anyways. His desperation was ever apparent now as he grunted loudly when his feet landed hard on the pavement.
He heard a sickening crack and felt his right ankle buckle beneath him. He didn't have time for careless mistakes; he ran around the side of the building without as much as a limp in his step. Without even bothering to check around the corner, he leapt out at the man clad in black with the flashlight. He pulled a small throwing knife from the inside of his hoodie and let it fly. The man fell to the ground with a thud of his body meeting the pavement. The masked man turned around to see a frightened security guard pressing a blinking button on his belt.
"W-Who are you?" the security guard stammered looking at the electric blue eyes that burned holes through the sadistic looking mask.
The security guard who looked as if he was only a boy was now backing himself into a wall, with his gun shaking violently in his hand.
The masked man walked nonchalantly over to the child, and placed a gloved hand on the gun that was now shaking wildly, making an irritating clanking sound. His merciless blue eyes looked up from the boy's gun, piercing through the rain and directly into the beady terrified eyes before him.
He shouldn't have answered but he felt the elation of power tugging at his nerves. He couldn't help himself.
"Grimmjow" he answered the smirk under the mask evident in his voice, before taking the gun from the boy and tossing it to the ground. Grimmjow grasped the boy by his neck and drug his body up the wall until the security guard boots were no longer grounded. He placed a throwing knife at the boy's neck, and watched as his blood began too ooze out, staining his uniform.
Grimmjow's eyes glinted with excitement as he watched the life leave the security guards body. His grip loosened and he dropped him unceremoniously onto the pavement.
"Tch, the cleanup team is not going to be happy about this…" Grimmjow said aloud gazing at the two bodies. He walked over to the package he was so worried about them rummaging through, and slung it over his shoulder. He readjusted his mask and tugged the hood of his jacket forward to make sure he was secured. He walked over to the first security guard and plucked his throwing knife from the man's bloodied neck.
Grimmjow stood there for a moment, allowing the rain to cleanse the blood off his blade, a loud noise sounded off followed by a piercing pain erupting from his right thigh. Grimmjow knew this pain, he had been shot. He quickly turned his head and looked behind him to find two other security guards, with their guns pointed directly at his masked head. "What the hell? More security?" He thought to himself.
He grasped his leg and grunted lowly.
"I suggest you put your hands up and get down on your knees if you don't want me to blow a hole in that mask of yours," The closer security guard said confidently.
Grimmjow smirked under his mask and lowered himself to his knees and raised his hands in the air. He was careful with his right ankle knowing he couldn't place too much pressure on it. The overconfident security guard strode towards Grimmjow and stood directly in front of him with his gun resting on the bony surface of the mask.
"I'd have half a mind to blow your fucking brains out right now for killing two of my men," he glanced back to look at the lifeless bodies behind him.
"Bad move," Grimmjow said lowly without giving the guard another chance.
He took the opening and grabbed the security guard's wrist and twisted it painfully. The loud cracking sound was followed by the clatter of his gun hitting the ground. Grimmjow jumped up carefully placing most of his weight on his left foot and kicked the gun out into the street. He figured he was going to have to rely mostly on his upper body since his right leg and ankle were basically out of commission. He ducked below the security guard's punch and brought his elbow around and connected it with his gut. He quickly brandished a small dagger and stabbed the man in the chest as he bent forward to clutch his stomach.
Grimmjow grabbed the security guards body and used it as a shield from the incoming bullets being shot in his direction. He ran around the corner of the building back to where the fire escape was and dropped the dead body. He had to think fast, he peered around the corner to find four black figures inching towards his hiding spot. He quickly jerked his head back behind the wall to dodge the barrage of bullets. Grimmjow reached into the left side of his hoodie and pulled out a small spherical object. He placed one hand on the top and the other on the bottom and twisted in opposite directions. He quickly rolled the object like a bowling ball towards the security guards. When it tapped the nearest security guard's boot a large cloud of smoke was emitted.
Grimmjow heard the men grunting and coughing and dove into the cloud of smoke.
The object was designed to create a puff of smoke, just to get the upper hand on a battle. Unlike other smoke bombs that lasted for a while and used mostly for retreating, the object that was now filling the alley with smoke was used simply as an offensive weapon.
His blade still out he cut down the first man he could sense. The smoke was beginning to lift and Grimmjow could see two other men in the distance but the third was nowhere to be found. Before he had a chance to move he felt the butt of a gun connect with the back of his head. Grimmjow's head smacked the cement and his eyes began to blur. He was slipping into unconsciousness and he knew there wasn't much he could do.
Grimmjow watched through blurry eyes as his attacker came around and joined the two other security guards before him.
"Should we kill him?" A squeaky voice said, "He could still be a serious threat…"
"But if we kill him we might never know if or who he might be working for," said a deeper voice.
Grimmjow raised his eyes to the man who had practically knocked him unconscious, and who was now striding over to him.
The man fisted Grimmjow's jacket and brought his gun to his heart, "He doesn't deserve to live," the man's raspy voice reached his ears, "The captain wouldn't accept it."
Grimmjow watched through the rain and the fog of his oncoming unconsciousness as the man's finger went for the trigger. He raised his eyes to look directly into his killer's. He would not fear dying, it was not in his nature and he refused to look away from it.
"Why are my ears ringing?" Grimmjow's eyebrows knitted together in thought until his eyes followed the trail of smoke to the gun pointing to the sky.
"What the hell?"He thought to himself, his eyes moved further down to find a small delicate hand wrapped around the black gloved wrist holding the gun. The moon gave her its light and the rain it's water to make this creature look divine. She practically sparkled and glowed in the storm of the night. Her teal hair was weighed down by the rain but still held a natural wave. The violent wind whipped her white dress about her thighs.
"The fuck?" Grimmjow grunted. He was the farthest person from being superstitious or religious, but when he saw this woman clad in a dress, standing before him, fending off a man twice her size, he found it unexplainable.
His attacker's hand could no longer hold on to the gun from her bone-shattering grip. It fell to the ground with a clatter and she said nothing as she spun around and kicked the man on the right side of his face. She took no time to observe his demise on the ground. She only needed to hear the sound of his head hitting the wall and the loud crack of his neck twisting at an unnatural angle to know he was finished. She pushed herself forward at speeds Grimmjow's eyes could barely keep up with. She could fight with the nimbleness of a dancer as well as the ferocity of a boxing champion. In a flash of green she appeared behind a security guard and quickly broke his neck without the slightest change in her facial features or demeanor. The third security guard hurdled himself at her but she simply stepped to the side and brought her fist into his spine in a boxing stance. She placed her knee on the small of his back and gripped his head in her hands and twisted.
For a moment she stayed in the same position, her head hung low, seeming as if the rain was weighing her down. Her unmarred hands ran over her dress as if trying to straighten out the already perfect fabric. She stood erect and strode towards Grimmjow's body lying on the pavement. The moonlight lit up her face and Grimmjow fought for consciousness as he studied it. Her face was a slab of marble, unmoving and emotionless. He looked at her eyes; they were a greyish-hazel tone that glowed in the night. He couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. In their depths they flashed the experience of a trained killer, but something else was there, something that stirred in the pit of Grimmjow's stomach. It was a feeling both unfamiliar and unwelcome.
His eyes went dark and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.