Déjenos Ser Amigos
Part I (I have no plans for continuing this story, so if anyone wants to, they can do it for themselves. I give you my blessing…)
My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques and I am Hollow. Hollow are the fallen spirits that disrupt the balance of souls in the human and spirit worlds. We should not exist, yet we do. The shinigami of Soul Society bear the responsibility of destroying us, deeming us unworthy to endure.
Hollow are the souls of the dead who never made it to the Soul Society from the world of the living. Having no shinigami guide, we fell through the cracks, lost our hearts, and became savages filled with an unquenchable desire to feast upon human souls.
Hueco Mundo is our natural realm. It is a barren wasteland with no sun, no water and no living thing in sight. It is truly a region of death. The disposition of all Hollow are exactly like this dry and desolate place; we thirst, but it can never be fully quenched. We starve, but we can never be completely satiated. The void left from losing the heart gives us no other recourse but to consume beings who still possess theirs.
However, Hollow who are fit enough can eventually learn how to eat other Hollow to evolve, becoming Menos Grandes, very powerful and dangerous Hollow. The Adjuchas are the mid-level power class of Menos. We must constantly consume other Adjuchas, for if we become lax and miss too many opportunities, we will regress back into the weakest level Menos, the Gillians, and be doomed to remain as such with no hope of evolving ever again.
That is the life of an Adjucha Menos Grande; kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten, and eat to ripen into a being more masterful than all the others in Hueco Mundo, that of the Vasto Lorde Menos. It is the sole purpose of all Menos Grandes.
There came a day in my own existence as an Adjucha Menos that changed the course of my path to full evolution forever. Wandering through the high desert plains of Hueco Mundo with my five Adjucha-class fraccion, we stumbled upon a would-be feast that was typical of the landscape. A pack of Adjucha wolves had surrounded a lone female Adjucha goat who had somehow become separated from her fraccion. After a short survey of the situation, I decided to intervene.
"What is he doing, Shawlong?" asked Edrad upon observing me as I carefully encircled the pack.
"Silence," came the reply from Shawlong. "Watch and learn from your master."
Knowing that a snake dies when separated from its head, I ascertained who was the leader of the pack. Then, I maneuvered into position just behind him so he would not notice me. When the right moment had arrived, I pounced on his back, boring my sharp fangs into boney spine. He howled fiercely at the white, glowing crescent moon. The other wolves became aware of my attack on their leader and quickly ceased their assault on the goat. Standing motionless, they watched as their master and I did battle the way only the great beasts of the desert can do.
With his blood dripping from my mouth, I lunged at the wolf's neck, and tightly snapping my jaw shut, hoisted him off the sandy ground, and shook him wildly from side-to-side in my mouth until he was too disoriented to fight back. I dropped him like a load of bricks onto the sand, his limp body thudding loudly in defeat.
Bloody and huffing like the ferocious beast that I was, I began to lumber away from the grizzly scene I had created, when suddenly I felt a dozen sharp teeth sinking into my flesh. Stunned, I hurled around to see one of the leader wolf's fraccion chomping a large chunk out of one of my hind legs. Without a moment's hesitation, I downed his whole body onto the ground and, with my red-stained chops, snapped his feeble little neck in two.
All the other wolves retreated upon witnessing the loss of their leader and fellow fraccion. With that sense, they jogged off, abandoning what was left of their brothers. The female Adjucha goat, now safe, remained for a moment. Watching as I attempted again to leave the area, she called out to me—
"—Thank you, Panther-san!" she shouted with a buxom, firm holler. I stopped and turned my head only slightly back in her direction, fixing one eye on her image. "My name is Neliel, and I bid you good-day..."
She did not wait for a reply, and I was not inclined to give one. Turning away, she trotted off into the barrenness, catching up with her shivering and petrified fraccion, who, from what I could barely observe, were a couple of weakling male Hollow.
After quickly regaining my composure, I limped over to my own followers who had been watching and waiting faithfully for me to defeat my enemies.
"Why did you save that weak little female Hollow?" asked Di Roy.
"Weak?" I said confused a little by his question. "You're one to talk, worm."
"But, why did you do it?" asked the bullish-looking Yylfordt, wanting to press me on the issue.
"Battles should only be fought one-on-one," I lectured. "It's shameful to see a horde of cowards ganging up on one prey."
"Grimmjow-sama!" interjected Shawlong in a fit of urgency. "You were bitten by that Adjucha wolf Hollow. This is very bad."
"I am aware of that," I declared after a momentary pause, turning my head away in concern.
Just then, not far off into the distance, a sudden unexpected voice reached us through the stinging, electric air...
(...Continued in Part II...)
Note: Title, Déjenos Ser Amigos, is Spanish for "Let Us Be Friends"