Hey!

I've been thinking about posting something for quite some time. I have a feeling like I have a few really nice ideas and then it's hard for me to just write everything I have in my head. In the end I've decided to just try write a prologue to a ff and see what happens.

Just give it a shot and let me hear if it's worth for me to even try to continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach etc. etc.

Warnings: yaoi, some graphic battle, au, ooc (in some cases)

So well, I hope you'll enjoy this short prologue.

PROLOGUE

It was the middle of a night when complete silence of a glade has been interrupted by a deafening explosion. Above the south part of the woods there could be seen a reddish light so intensive that it looked like a big part of the forest was just put on fire. The glow lasted for several seconds before slowly fading away making the sky almost pitch black again. Unnatural silence seemed to embrace the glade and the surrounding forest. It didn't last for long though.

After a minute or so there could be seen someone slowly approaching in the darkness. It was a tall and powerfully built young man. Both his hair and eyes shared the unique ocean-blue color. His facial features were unusually sharp and there was something in his whole appearance that reminded of a wild animal. He looked like a strong and dangerous person but now he was clearly on the verge of exhaustion. Breath that was coming out of him was heavy and irregular, he was bleeding from multiple wounds all over his body. White officer's uniform of Las Noches army that he wore was ruined - complately torn apart and covered with mud and blood. The man was holding a katana in his right hand, but it was lowered and didn't seem to be of any use for badly injured soldier. His stained with blood face was grimacing painfully, every step seemed to be a great challange to him. When he was around a middle of the glade he stumbled and fell heavily not being able to maintain his balance anymore. He hissed through clenched teeth when his wounded body hit the ground.

"So you've managed to reach so far, Grimmjow." He heard from the dark an emotionless male voice calling him. "It's quite impressive considering the condition you're in."

The man named Grimmjow opened his eyes wide in shock and tried to get up. He managed to kneel and turn around so he faced the direction from where the voice was coming. After a moment he was approached by a short man who stopped a few meters away from him. Newcomer's appearance matched his voice. His hair was jet-black to contrast with a very pale complexion. There was a tatoo on his face - two black lines matching his green eyes with a chin - that resembled tears. He was wearing the same uniform as bluenette. There was a gothic "4" embroidered on his arm and similar to other soldier, he was holding a katana in his right hand.

Grimmjow felt the cold sweat gather on his body as he recognised Ulquiorra Cifer, Captain of the 4th Squad in Las Noches army. Bluenette's hands started trembling against his will. It was probably first time in his life when was feeling fear. It was paralyzing him from the inside, like his blood became ice. BUT he would be damned if he showed any weakness to anyone, especially that soulless freak. His pride of a warrior would never let him do that.

"Fuck you, Ulquiorra." He snarled and tried to get up once again. His whole body was pulsing in agonizing pain, the view before his eyes started becoming blurred, he felt the remnants of his strengths leaving his body. He swung his sword blindly in the desperate attempt to fight his enemy.

"Surrender, Jeagerjaques" Ulquiorra said with the same, monotonous voice. He started slowly walking towards bluenette "You must be aware of the position you are in. You cannot even stand let alone fight and your filthy language won't help you either." He looked at Grimmjow for a second before he added. "But it suits such a piece of trash like you."

Fury flared in Grimmjow's chest. Not only was he supposed to die here, hounted like an animal but also was he going to be insulted and humiliated by this emotionless excuse of a man, Ulquiorra?

"You fuck..." he started but was cut off by a powerful kick to the abdomen. Force of the hit sent him flying a few meters backwards. He landed hard on the ground and gasped when the impact took him out of breath.

His consciousness started fading away, he felt his eyes closing, he didn't even try to get up this time, there was no more strength in his body.

'So this is how I die. How pitiful, Grimmjow' He told himself inwardly fighting for breath.

When Ulquiorra approached him again he was already unconscious. The only remaining sign of life was close to nonexistent movement of Grimmjow's chest.

Silence filled the air complately. No movement, no sound, no wind. Only lurid executioner observing calculavitely his prey. After a moment he raised his katana so the tip of the blade was pointed at bluenette's heart.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, Captain of the 6th Division of Las Noches Army you've been sentenced to death by his majesty, Aizen-sama." He stated flatly in the same manner as always. "It will be my responsibility to fulfill his will."

It was just then when he felt the movement in the air to his right. He had less than half a second to react and dodge incoming two black daggers. It forced him to leap backwards and separate himself from dying bluenette.

Even though his face stayed emotionless he was shocked inside. For all his informations Aizen-sama and himself were the only ones aware of what he was doing just now. It was a secret mission to execute the other captain.

'Clearly I must have been mistaken.' He thought to himself with concern.

He straightened himself and looked at the direction daggers came from. There was a moment of silence before suddenly someone materialized next to Grimmjow.

'Fast' Ulquiorra thought. He almost didn't notice a movement of a newcomer and that was something that didn't happen often.

"Who are you and who do you think you are to interrupt me?" He said in a demanding tone, incredibly rare for him.

He was observing the man attentively trying to figure out who he was. It was a man His posture, even though hidden under a hooded coat revealing only leather boots, seemed very

aggresive and confident. Ulquiorra couldn't see the face but he had a weird feeling that the stranger had a disrespectful smirk plastered on his face. There was just something about his whole appearance that made black-haired man think the newcomer was insulting him without even saying a word to him yet.

The stranger didn't asnwer the question, instead he laughed lightly a bit and said nonchalantly. "I would never imagine to see Ulqiorra Cifer's stoic face so worked up. I'm... flattered." His voice sounded very young and complately foreign to Captain of the 4th squad.

Ulquiorra frowned at the comment. He would never let anyone talk to him in that disrespectful manner, let alone making fun of him. This man was going to regrett his actions in the nearest future.

"You didn't answer my question." He said ignoring for now what the other man said.

"And what makes you think that I'm going to do that? I have my face covered for a reason, baka. " The stranger remarked and looked at the uncoscious Grimmjow. "And I've came here for a reason also." He added.

"Which is saving this trashe's life?" Black-haired man guessed. "Why would you do that?"

"Again not gonna tell you"

Ulquiorra sighed. "I see. If you are such a stubborn brat I will have to force you to tell me and and then kill both of you since I cannot let you live after what you've seen" He said raising his sword and preparing to attack.

The stranger seemed unaffacted by that statement at all because he said. "Sorry to dissapoint you but I don't have time for this. Wouldn't like to find out that he actually died and I came for nothing." And with that he reached to the pocket of his coat. In a flash he pulled a small ball out of it and throwed it right at Ulquiorra. Pale man's eyes widened when he realised it was a granade.

He dodged the biggest impact of the explosion but it was too late when he realised it wasn't meant to damage him.

After about a minute when he could see something again he noticed both Grimmjow and his savior were gone. 'Reishi bomb' he thought. That caught him off-guard but should have expected that nontheless. The mist sorrounding him didn't let him sense any reiatsu and without that chasing blindly those trashes was pointless.

He was irritated to say the least.

"Bastard..." He cursed under his breath and waited for the dust to settle before he moved back to report the failure of his mission to Aizen-sama.

So yeah, here it is. Literally the first time I post here anything :o

An actual chapter would be way longer I think.

Anyway, pretty please, let me know if it wasn't a total crap for you and there is a chance for this to be an interesting story. #nokillmeplease

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