Hello! It's me, KuroxTsuki! So lately, I've been thinking about this. I started getting really obsessed with Bleach, and especially with an Espada known as Grimmjow… Sad. I know. Sad. Obsession towards an anime character. Nonetheless, I read a few fanfictions about this lovely pyromaniac. Here are the ones (so far) that has inspired me:
Break and Bind by anime-randomzrXIV
New Moon by Panthera-33
The Panther in the Palm of the Queen by xAlivexButxDyingx
So…. Inspired by their pure awesomeness, I decided to try to write a Grimmjow OC story myself. I hope you read and enjoy and review! Actually, scratch that. I don't hope, I'm actually begging you to read and review…you don't necessarily have to enjoy it.
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Chapter one: Enter, Arashi Minamoto!
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When people hear the word Shinigami, they imagine a demon sprouting up from the darkest, deepest realms of hell. Or, that's what I believe humans thought. They believe that we kill and eat souls like some blood thirsty beast. According to them, we take their lives, day after day. We are the reason that they're dropping dead like flies. We are the very essence of death.
I think that stereotype better suited the hollows that kidnapped me.
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A mangy gag covered my lips and an even more disgusting one on my eyes. I would be considered lucky if I didn't die from an unrecognizable skin disease. I couldn't feel my own face. I bet all the nerves were dead and rotting. I bet my face was purple and bruised. After I took off the rags preventing me from seeing and speaking, I would have to avoid a mirror for a few weeks.
My ankles and wrists were oozing out blood generously. I had a feeling the floor owned more of my blood then I did at the moment. The chains prevented me from standing, so I sat on the floor in a sad little lump, blood draining from my body.
I wanted to trash around and cry until I die. But I didn't. I merely sat in a corner, desperately holding in my pee. I had no idea how long I was going to be here, and I had no intention of sitting in my blood and urine.
"Ah, my test subject," A male voice mocked my sad, lumpy presence. If it weren't for the chains restraining me, I would have launched out at the voice and destroyed him.
"Mmmf," I sounded like an idiot. Even in my own ears. I didn't even want to know how I sounded to anyone else.
"I guess you didn't turn out into what I expected. As a matter of fact, your body accepted the change so much, that it didn't work," He seemed to be deep in thought. "I guess you need an explanation. You were turned into a hollow. Actually, you were very close to a Vasto Lorde." If the clothe weren't on my eyes, I was sure my eyes would have widened so much, my eyeballs would have rolled out. "Then, I turned you into an Arrancar. I have to admit, it didn't really work out at much as I expected." I would smirk if my face could still move. "You were so attached to your Shinigami self that you accepted the drug very easily. That proved to be a problem. You are more Shinigami than Hollow now." His voice sounded disappointed, but I couldn't help but laugh distortedly under my gag. First good news in a while.
The man walked over to me and tore off my gags violently. I would have cried in joy. Only, I wasn't sure whether my tear glands still worked or not.
Putting that aside, I surveyed the man before me. All I had to say was—he was a freak. His hair was bubblegum pink, with amber eyes, and nerdy glasses. To complete his insane look, he had a turtle neck and a hakama, similar to a Shinigami's, but white. All I wanted to do was laugh. Instead, I gave him an ice cold glare with my ice blue eyes. I was like an ice queen.
"Szayel Aporro Grantz," He pushed up his glasses just to prove that he was a geek. "You can thank me later." His smirked.
"I don't think you need thanks," I growled. I honestly didn't think that gagging someone, turning them into a hollow, then turning them into an Arrancar ended up in gratitude. It just didn't work out like that.
"Your loss," He just smiled and walked out the door. I was now alone and dirty, mangled with blood—like an abused puppy.
"Hey! Pick up your mess!" I hissed, squirming on the floor. I really needed to pee. "Get these chains off of me!" I wanted to rip his pink hair out, put it in some cotton candy, and feed it to him. "How the hell could you just leave me here?" I looked pathetic, screaming in rage.
The man walked over, with an annoying smirk plastered on his face. He simply bent down to a sad lump (me), and unlocked the chains. It made me feel inferior.
"Aizen-sama wants to see the experiment," It irritated me that some slave girl could call mean experiment. I tried to stand up, but ended up buckling down. Embarrassing. "Please follow me, experiment-sama." I raised my eyebrows at the unfortunate girl. She would have to deal with my death threats. I prayed for her that Aizen wasn't that far away, for the girl's sakes. "Please follow me," She repeated politely.
"Fine," I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and followed the poor, brown haired girl. "Screw all of this."
"E-excuse me?" I probably looked like an insane witch, since the girl was looking at me with frightened eyes.
"Nothing." I snapped, and walked past her, my auburn hair whipping in her face.
"Please, let me lead the way." She looked like she was about to cry. To be honest, I felt bad for her.
"Okay," I took a deep breath, reminding myself that it wasn't her fault that I was in this hell hole.
"Please be careful in Hueco Mundo," She stared warily at my arms, like they were purple or something. I looked at my arms, suddenly feeling self conscience.
My arms looked different. There was a bone tattoo traveling down the lengths of my arms, wrapping around my bloody wrists like a bracelet. I awkwardly tried to look at my back and noticed that the tattoo continued. It looked like wings. Made of bone. To tell the truth, it was kind of badass.
"I-is there something wrong?" I gaped, just realizing that I was wearing a degrading halter-top. My whole back was showing and I felt like I was wearing nothing. Thank goodness I was wearing the usual hakama.
"Yeah, there is," I sighed, deciding to calm myself down a little. I tried to smile a little, but it probably looked twisted. "Don't worry about it."
"Oof," The brown-haired girl bumped into a man. A tall, blue-haired, blue-eyed man.
"What the fuck? Watch where you're fuckin' going, damned numero." I was taken aback by his foul language. I always thought that hollows were wallowing in misery. "And what the hell are you looking at, stupid Shinigami?" His smirk was irritating me.
"Not at you, damned Arrancar," I glared, my lips turning up to a sadistic grin. No one talked to me like that.
"You bitch," He snarled, his hand launching out to choke me. I used sonido, and easily escaped his attack. He growled with an animalistic aura. "I'm gonna kill you!" He launched at me, with his sword in tow. I side stepped to the left, only to hear a devastating scream. The timid girl was stabbed through the stomach. The blood, gushing out of the relatively small hole in generous amounts, would have been enough to make anyone queasy. "Served her right," The blue hair psycho smirked, sharply pulling back his sword.
"G-Grimmjow-sama," The girl, now bathing on the floor in her own blood, stuttered, with a look of fear in her eyes. I could feel my anger boiling. How could he do this to an innocent girl and not feel anything? Sure, I wanted to hurt her less than an hour ago, but I had reasons.
"Don't look at me like that, bitch." Grimmjow's electric blue eyes bore into my icy ones. I bit back a useless and meaningless insult. Instead, I simply walked over the dead girl's body, progressing in the directions she was leading me towards.
Frankly, I had no idea where I was going.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He snapped. Grabbing my shoulder, he sharply turned me around.
"Actually, I believe you were screaming to yourself," I watched him get angrier as I kept a calm façade. "Now, I have better things to do."
"Why you fuckin'…" The blue haired man growled as I swiveled around. Immediately, he lunched for me, his sword sticking out. I dodged to the left, making him falter. Bet you he thought he had me there. I turned around with a menacing look on my face.
"What's your goddamn problem?" Weak. But that was all I could say at the moment. He was problematic.
"Right now, you." His features were wild. His electrifying blue hair was messy and out of place. His cerulean eyes flashed with anger, challenging me to make a move. His lips were turned up in a blood thirsty snarl. I kept my face emotionless. Just to make sure the hall didn't explode from too much emotion.
"Great. Nice to know. Goodbye." I gave him an apathetic look and twirled around. For about the thousandth time today. I was pretty sure this upset him, since Grimmjow lunched at me. Again. Instead of dodging, I blocked his fatal attack with my own katana.
"Oh, so you wanna fight now, huh?" I swore his smirk got bigger.
"Fine, let's fight, dumbass!" I growled, pushing his sword off. I jumped backwards, escaping his seriously bad attacks.
"Finally, bitch!" In a flash, he was gone.
A sharp pain. A blade through my shoulder. That was all I could feel. I sucked my breath in as the blue haired psychopath twisted the blade. It was as if the world had stopped. There was nothing there except for pain. All I could sense was the throbbing in my right shoulder. It hurt so much it was numb.
"Heh, you fuckin' whore. Don't know who you're dealing with." With sudden actions, Grimmjow pulled the sword out. I gasped, falling to the ground.
I was never one to deal with pain.
I slowly stood up to face him, face writhing in anger.
"Now I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully," That stupid smirk again. Weirdly, I'd rather see this smirk than Aizen's smirk any day.
"As if you could," I turned my lips up in a demonic grin. My shoulder no longer hurt. It was just numb now. I adjusted my katana into my left hand, and faced the freaking pyromaniac with confidence. "The real fight starts now."
"I don't know about you, whore, but I think the fight's gonna end real soon." He chuckled softly. It truly wasn't a bad sound.
"Yeah, with me as the victor," I scoffed. I had faith in myself. I launched myself at the man. Within the blink of an eye, I disappeared out of his sight and appeared behind him. As he turned around, I used sonido, and moved behind him once again. He turned. I moved. Turned. Moved. Turned. Moved. There was no end to this game.
As he turned, Grimmjow stuck his sword behind him from under his arms, barely hitting me. Smart. But this was exactly what I wanted. I hit his sword with enough strength to hit the side of his body. Though not much, a considerable amount of blood came oozing out of his wound.
"Fuckin' bitch! I will fuckin' KILL YOU!" He lunged at me, full of fury. I don't think he even know who he was fighting anymore. Or why he was fighting.
"I see you two have acquainted with each other, I see," The all-mighty god of the underworld smirked upon us fighting. Now that was a frightening smirk.
"I have nothing to do with this whore," Grimmjow grumbled. At least he didn't drop the f-bomb on his master. That would have been pitiful.
"I hardly think acquainted is the right word," I hissed, more at the psychopath than at the tyrant. Hell, I was stuck with mentally unstable people. I hardly think I wanted to be acquainted with anyone here.
"I came to check on why it took Arashi-san so long to come to the meeting room," Aizen smiled, his brown eyes bearing into my own. I blinked stupidly. "Have you delayed her, Grimmjow?" His fake smile was still plastered on his face.
"As if," The hot-headed idiot scoffed. Really. I thought he would treat Aizen with more respect. I didn't blame him—even I wouldn't have treated Aizen with respect. Sorry. He was just despicable.
"Now, Arashi-san. Please, follow me into the meeting room and we shall discuss why you are here." He gestured to a grand door, not far away from where I was idiotically gaping. "Shall we?"
I shrugged and followed him. I had no choice. All I knew was….
This couldn't possibly end well.
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Please review! You guys have no idea how much a heart-felt review helps me…okay, maybe you might. But seriously. One time, I checked my reviews at 3 a.m., and after reading them, I felt so good that I decided to write a new chapter. Maybe I have mental issues, or maybe I just really really love reviews…and you, the reader, of course!
So..here are some questions you can answer (if you're too lazy to think of what to write)
Is Arashi a good OC?
What are her good points?
Bad?
Do you think this is too typical, and I need to spice it up a little?
Is Grimmjow OOC?
Is he cussing too much?
If you have any plot ideas, you can PM me or just write it in the review… honestly, I'm just writing this from the top of my head. D;