Werewolf vs. Werepanther
Summary: Ichigo is a renowned Demon Hunter known as the Reaper. During his new assignment however he gets a bit too caught up in his unintentional growing relationship with a Werewolf and a Werepanther!
WARNING! This will contain material not appropriate for underage readers. Rated MA for 18+
*This is set in an AU, during the Sengoku Period of Japan*
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters of Bleach and that goes for the rest of this fanfic as well...
Starrk X Ichigo/Grimmjow X Ichigo
Were vs. Were : Chapter 1
''Please, Can anybody help us! Someone!'' An old man was on his knees begging in the middle of a dusty road, next to his daughter who stood next to him. It was late afternoon and the village tavern was beaming with thugs and hunters. They were snickering as they stared at the old man who traveled from a neighboring village.
''Please-''
He was cutoff as he sputtered when a cup of wine was splashed on him. ''Father!'' The girl rushed to his side.
''Get lost old man, if you got no mone', then we ain't gonna help ya!'' A tall mall wearing an eye patch grinned from ear to ear as he leaned in the tavern doorway. ''Crawl back to yer village, that is, if it's still there!'' The rest of the men cackled a laugh as the old man hung his head. The girl next to him glared at them, ''You're nothing but a bunch of thugs!'' She screamed at them.
The tallest male seethed his laughing and glared right back at the girl, ''That's so?''
''Yeah! All the Espada does is turn a blind eye, and you call yourself hunters!''
The long raven haired male then looked at the drenched old man, ''Oi old man, giv' us yur girl, and we'll help ya out.'' The girl froze in horror while the men whistled approvingly.
''My daughter...'' The old man slowly raised his head and blinked at his daughter, ''Momo...''
''Father, don't think of such things...we can find another way to help the village...'' The old man began to cry silently as his daughter hugged him.
''No deal then.''
''Still nothing but a prude as usual Nnoitora.''All the men turned and faced a male standing up from his seat in the tavern. He wore a sandy colored cloak and a hood, shielding his face as he passed the men and stepped outside.
He stood before the girl and her father, who looked up at him in slight fear mixed with hope. ''I'd be happy to help you.'' The stranger removed his hood to reveal shocking orange hair. Everyone gawked at the attractive young teen with honey brown eyes.
''You're...you're the Reaper!'' The old man exclaimed and gaped up at the teen who blinked in confusion, ''Is that what their calling me nowadays?'' He laughed a little return and Momo slightly blushed.
''The Reaper, while I'll 'e damn!'' Nnoitora openly leered at the male who glanced back over his shoulder to glare at him. ''Now I kno' why Aizen so interested in ya'.'' The strawberry blond's eyes widened and he turned to glare at the tall bastard. ''I'm honored ya' kno' my name, but I aint' get yours yet.''
''Of course, I do research on all the assholes on my to-kill-list.'' The teen said with a dark scowl on his face.
''Hmm, ah so ya the one who killed the old man the other nigh'.'' Nnoitora grinned predatorily as he eyed the teenager up and down. ''Mayb' instead, we should go a fe' round' in bed.''
Said teen was about to draw his oversized sword, but stopped when the Momo stood between them, ''Please sir! Our village will be done for by night fall!'' The Reaper stared at the desperate girl then back to Nnoitora with a sigh. He straightened himself, ''I'm gonna go on ahead, which ways your village?''
Momo's face brightened and she pointed in a direction, ''East from here, the next one over.'' The male nodded and without giving Nnoitora and his lackeys a second glance, he began on his way, leaving out the boarders current village he was in.
''Hey old man!'' The old man cringed as Nnoitora stepped closer, ''What's the Reaper's real name?'' He questioned as he looked down on the trembling old timer''
''I-Ichigo Kuros-saki!''
''Nel!'' An angry woman with short black hair wearing glasses called out to a little girl, whom was hiding in the forest. ''Nel! Come out this instant! I am not going in there to look for you!''
Said girl was huddled behind a boulder, hugging her legs as she bit back her tears, ''NO! Nel wan real mama!'' She screamed back. Her sea green hair covered her large brown eyes as tears began dripping down her cheek.
''You little damn brat! Get your little ass back here and clean the damn kitchen!'' The woman screamed back. At that moment the sun finally gave way to the night. The moonlight reflecting off of something. The woman smirked as she approached it, ''Now now you little bitch, if you come quietly I won't beat you...'' She grabbed onto a tuff of hair ''-too hard! '' She snarled but suddenly froze when she looked into the dead gleaming yellow eyes. Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened in fear as she felt the hot breath of the creature close to her face. ''Ho...Hool..-HOLLOW!-''
Nel jumped in fear as blood splattered over the boulder from the other side and onto her face. Her breathing became more rampant as she felt the presence come closer...but then it was gone. She blinked then on trembling legs crawled to the other side, ''Nana-san...'' Tears rolled down her red cheeks as she stared at the bloody gore remaining of her foster mother. She tore her young eyes away from the mess only to find bloody prints on the ground...leading toward her village!
The young girl panicked, ''HOLLOW! HOLLOW!'' She screamed as she hurried back to her home. She tripped in a stream scraping her leg, but struggled back up and continued running as best she could on her stubby leg. ''HOLLOW!'' She cried out desperately and crashed into something hard.
''W-watch where you're going kid!'' The man screamed, with a more terrified face than angry, he stared past Nel; then ran off as quickly as he came. Nel stood up quickly and realized her surroundings, she was back in her village, it was a flamed, and down the center of the torn houses was a large creature. Its head was like the shape of a boomerang, bone like. Its body, skinny and sharp claws as it walked on two feet. Slaughtering villagers left and right.
Suddenly it was upon a young boy, his eyes widened in fear and shock as his legs refused to move. ''RIN-CHAN!'' Nel screamed and cried out as the boy cowered in fear, the hollow raised it claws to strike the human. But a sudden wind buffeted them both, the boy blinked through his fingers as blood dripped drown what was left of the hollow's arm. Nel almost stopped breathing as she stared at the figure now a few feet behind the hollow and Rin.
The hollow suddenly roared in pain then turned around to face the person responsible. In front of the now discarded appendage stood the Reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki, who smirked in the face of death.
''Times up...''
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So what do you guys think so far? This idea has been playing around in my head for a while so I decided to create the ultimate rivalry. =^ w ^= Starrk vs. Grimmjow, who will succeed! Please Review to fuel my muse!