Hey just a few notes before I start this story, there might be a bit of oocness though I will try to fix that. Also I do not own Bleach or anything connected to it, though I do own Quincy. Again noted is that her name was chosen from a long list of unique names and I chose it because of the irony and it will play a small part.
I groaned as I woke up. My room was far breezier than it should have been. I sat up rubbing at my eye. Once the sleep was gone from my eyes I blinked and looked around my room. The sunlight was far too bright for my black out curtains. A breeze blew through my room. Too strong a breeze to be my air condition and too cold to be my heater. I twisted around to see a hole blown through the back wall of my apartment, the edge of my bed nearly sliding out of it. I tried to jump out of bed only to get tangled up in my sheets. My body slammed against hardwood floors.
"Ow." I moaned as I kicked off the troublesome covers. Man what could have caused that kind of damage? I continued to look around until I spotted another thing that shouldn't have been there. It was a guy dressed in a long white skirt looking thing and an open white jacket. He had a hole in his stomach, a six tattooed on his back, and blue hair. He turned and spotted me revealing an exposed jaw bone piece that wasn't his own and blue eyes. Talk about overdone, blue on blue.
"Who are you?" He asked as I stood up.
"Me? Who are you, what the hell are you?" Because right now I was seriously leaning more towards blue haired serial killer breaking into my falling apart apartment.
"Grimmjow Jagerjaquez the sexta espada." He replied with a large smirk. I blinked several times wondering if I had heard him correctly.
"Riiiiiight and I'm Cleopatra." I answered with heavy sarcasm not knowing what else to say. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed.
"You don't believe me? What do you think this is?" He asked pointing to the six.
"A tattoo that's missing two sixes." I replied coolly.
"It's my rank among the Espada. I earned it." He growled.
"How? By killing people?" I demanded. I didn't even need an answer from him, the look on his face said it all. "I hope they send you to the looney bin." I grumbled. A look of confusion met my words. "The funny farm? An insane asylum?" Still more confusion. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "The place where they send the crazies." I finally caved.
Grimmjow scoffed in disbelief. "I will rule over them." That was the last straw. I collapsed in laughter. It was just too out there; this guy definitely belonged with the mentally unsound.
"Ok dude, I'm going to say this once and only once, if you want to fit in in this part of town and not get carted off to crazy town or worse jail one thing I suggest is never repeating the statement that you will rule over the crazies." I gasped over my laughter.
"Jail?" Grimmjow asked as he sat down in my rolly desk chair probably tired of standing.
"Yeah it's a bit like an asylum and in some ways nicer than one in others worse." I answered through with laughing. I sat up cross legged facing Grimmjow. "How can you honestly not know all this? Do you have some type of amnesia that only attacks the common things or what?" I wondered.
"No Hecto Mundo is just very different from the human world." He answered.
"Human world? Hecto Mundo?" it was my turn to be confused.
"The human world is this world where all the humans are." He told me in a duh voice. "And Hecto Mundo is where the Hollows go." The last statement alarmed me just a bit. I mean Hollows couldn't be good.
"Hollows, like things that are empty inside?" I asked praying that was all it was.
"No Hollows are negative spirits that feed on good spirits called wholes." He replied. I knew that didn't sound good. It sounded even worse hearing Grimmjow's actual definition of them.
"And do all Hollows have holes?" I asked nervously eyeing the hole in Grimmjow's stomach. After all he was the one who said Hecto Mundo and that's where Hollows went.
"Yeah it's why they eat wholes." Oh great, so if I was a good spirit, which I should hope I was, I had to worry about this guy eating me in my sleep.
"So you're a Hollow." I muttered, probably not my smartest decision, but hey, I never claimed to be smart.
"Espadas are part Hollow, they break their masks to gain higher power." He answered.
"So the thing on your face is part of your mask?" Grimmjow nodded. "And the six, you said it was a rank, does that mean you're the sixth strongest Espada?" I wondered. I was trying to piece together everything I was learning while still trying to ignore two things; one he was most likely going to kill me and two he was saying he was from another realm.
"According to Aizen, though one day I'm going to be number one." If Espadas didn't take rank seriously enough they tattooed numbers on people I would have told Grimmjow how lame that sentence sounded. Of course another thing that had me holding my tongue was the fact he would very well kill me.
"Wait who the hell is Aizen?" Apparently he was a big wig if he could control Espada rankings.
"He's the person who created Espadas by separating the boundaries between a Hollow and a shinigami." Oh great another word I didn't recognize.
"And a Shinigami would be?" I prodded.
"A shinigami is a spirit from the Soul Society who purifies Hollows and sends wholes to the Soul Society to be reincarnated."
"So wait let me get this straight there are three realms in this world that are all interconnected." I said looking to Grimmjow to see if I got it right. He nodded. "There's this world, the human world, Hecto Mundo where the Hollows go. And Hollows can come here to eat the good spirits that the Shinigami don't send back to the Soul Society." Again Grimmjow nodded. "So why don't us plain old humans know all this?"
"Regular humans can't see spirits, that includes Hollows and Shinigami." I was informed.
I frowned. "But can I can see you, perfectly." I said, obviously something was wrong with him, or, I thought as a wee bit of horror set in, with me.
"Well than clearly you're not normal. You're probably like Kurosaki." He told me. Yet another name to fly right over my head. If he didn't stop doing that I was going to tell him to write "Grimmjow's dictionary".
"Some fucker who almost killed me." I blinked several times, caught off guard.
"I'm going to assume he's a Shinigami." I muttered. I mean with the info I'd gathered that's all he could be.
"More like a Vizard." Grimmjow grumbled. I groaned as another term I didn't know flew over my head.
"And what pray tell is a Vizard?"
"A fucked up Shinigami crossed with a Hollow thing." That made no sense.
"I thought that's what Espadas were." I muttered.
"Vizards started out Shinigami, Espadas started out Hollows. Completely different creatures." Well that was nice to know, but I bet the Vizards and the Espadas had more similarities than they were going to let on.
"Any other tidbits you think I should know?" I asked wondering what other over the top things he would drop on me, he gave me this look, I don't know what kind of look, but it wasn't a good one.
"For a human you know too much already." He grumbled. "So you never answered my question. Who are you?" He asked.
"Quincy. Quincy Cole Reed-Scott." I answered. I had no title to give through it was probably better with how long my name was.
"A Quincy eh, that explains a lot, but I thought they were extinct."
"What's a Quincy?" I groaned. Just what was I named after?
"They're humans that eliminate Hollows." Nice to know everything fit together. "Supposedly they don't get along well with Shinigamis." And there was the other piece. Shinigamis, Hollows, Espadas, Vizards, and Quincys. All spirits, all fighting one another, the only people thrown out of the loop were the normal humans.
"That's nice to know, but I assure you, I'm not a Quincy, I would know. My name is Quincy, but most people call me Quinn."