Pairing: Grimm/Ichi (main) Bya/Ren (side pairing)
Note: This is a continuation to Science Can't Explain it starts off just as Grimmjow returns to Hueco Mundo after his fight with Kenpachi if you haven't read said fic you may find yourself lost in some of the plot but I guess if that doesn't bother you it can be read as a stand-alone. Take note that this fic takes place a few months after Aizen's defeat so not quite a year after where the manga is at but rather in between though it is AU in the sense that this whole plot is mine and not following the manga's since Grimmjow is making a comeback and all the yaoi stuff which leads me to:
Warning: This story contains yaoi and at one point in time lemons from the yaoi tree (not 100% sure on this quite yet I may end up not putting any). Yaoi means slash, m/m, homosexual love, boys love of the heavy kind not to be mistaken with Shounen Ai, which is the mild version of boys love. It is a rated M fic for a reason; right now mainly language as I've already explained that I am not sure whether this story will contain lemons or not but beware: if I feel pervy enough I may just add one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach if it was it would be published in Shounen Jump since it would most definitely be yaoi, otherwise why in the hellz would I have a ton of bishounen and not pair them up with each other? Sadly Bleach isn't yaoi and it isn't mine, it belongs to Tite Kubo who, if you squint your eyes and read between the lines, totally made Yumichika gay for Ikkaku but they're in the closet so they don't count. Joking aside, yeah not making money out of this, just for fun and good ol' man smexiness.
Grimmjow ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from the big shinigami he'd fought. While the fight had been entertaining it had caused too much damage on his person, he was bleeding heavily from the left shoulder and he had a deep gash on his right side among shallow and less-lethal cuts. He had been hoping to meet Ichigo in Soul Society, hoping to finally be able to confront the dumb orange haired boy but no such luck. Instead he had gotten in a one-on-one fight with the shinigami that had killed Nnoitra. It was no wonder he had managed such a feat, the man was made of pure strength such that he had a hard time cutting the man.
He had hoped to have found Nel as well, her idiot fraccion had come looking for him when he had returned last time to tell him that they had not seen her for a while. It had not been until he found a trace of her that he knew she had followed him in hopes of seeing Ichigo as well. He only hoped the freak shinigami that had come before had not obtained her, who knew what that man was capable of doing to her. In the end he had gone back with the two fraccion whom he lost soon after and had yet to return, he wasn't too worried about their welfare though, apparently they weren't too scared of the scientist shinigami having met him before and were hoping to find their two friends there as well.
He sulked in a corner, nursing his wounds and seething in anger by his almost defeat. He had gotten what he wanted, the shinigami's attention, but the only shinigami he had wanted to deal with was Ichigo. He had hoped the boy would have come by himself in his usual attempt at being a lone hero but instead he had gotten the attention of those accursed shinigami that he had wanted nothing to do with.
It was not until a few hours later that he noticed a garganta opening and he stealthily made his way towards it barely recognizing the reiatsu that came from within the opening. He crouched behind a piece of a fallen tower keeping himself hidden in the rubble that littered what was once their home. He saw the old Neliel, the one who would stand proud among the Espada with her rank clearly marked in her back by a large 3, walk into Hueco Mundo with her two idiots happily chatting. The only thing that set him off and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand was the fact that she was wearing shinigami robes that managed to hide most of her curves with the exception of her enormous bossom.
He sonido-ed rigth infront of her causing her to stop abruptly and stare at him with her wide eyes before smiling and hugging him.
"Yay! You're okay Grimm-kun. I smelled a trail of blood back in Soul Society and knew it was you." She kept a tight hold on him stealing his ability to breath. He muffled out a response and pushed hard against her trying to make her let go, she loosened her hold letting him slip away from her.
"I'm fine," he coughed regaining his breath the wounds were still bleeding soaking his ragged uniform and dying it a dark red. "Though I could use a change of clothes. Speaking of which; why in the hell are you wearing shinigami robes?"
"Oh, these? Nemu-chan gave them to me because my green outfit would attract too much attention." She said twirling around to show him her outfit completely.
"You look horrible in them, take them off. You're an Espada, not a trashy shinigami... great now I'm talking like Ulquiorra." Grimmjow growled sitting down in one of the crumbled remains of Las Noches. Even if Ulquiorra had been annoying as hell and he had wanted nothing more than kill the little bat he did kind off wished he was still alive. At least the place would seem less empty, now that the rest of the arrancars had left after being freed from their servitude to Aizen. They had left as they knew they no longer had an obligation to remain, in what was once the impressive fortress of Las Noches, once their leader was defeated.
Some of them had taken matters into their own hands and thrown a small scale vengance war against Karakura but they had easily been defeated by the Vizoreds and others were too gracious in defeat (Grimmjow called them pussies) and had taken their defeat and left Las Noches to make their new home elsewhere.
"But I like them, besides they remind me of Itsygo. By the way, I know where he's at." She said pouting slightly. Grimmjow crooked his face interested in news about the orange-haired shinigami.
"Well? Where is the little shit?"
"Mayurin and Ken-chan told me he was in the real world." Nel said simply as if Grimmjow should have known that all along.
"I already went there to search for him but I didn't find any trace of him at all." He said exasperated with a frustrated growl getting up to pace around trying to work out some of his anger off. "Those shinigami fooled you Nel!"
"Nope, he's there it's just that we can't sense him anymore becasue he's not a shinigami anymore."
Blue hair wipped at his face as he turned sharply to look at his green haired companion. "What?"
"Like you heard, he lost his shinigami powers when he fought Aizen-sama."
"You have got to be kidding me!" He yelled out frustrated raking his fingers through his blue hair. "I have to see this for myself, and see if what the shinigami have told you is true."
"Yay!" Neliel clapped her hands happy at the prospect of going to see Ichigo again but she made no move to follow Grimmjow as the man limped towards a clearer area to open a garganta clearly ignoring his injuries even though he was beginning to limp heavily from a damaged foot. "We should wait until you're better Grimm. You're really injured and you saw what those vizored did to the other arrancars. You need to be able to defend yourself if we are to go see Ichigo."
Grimmjow looked down, his once pristine white hakama was mostly red now, his top had long since been lost so he had replaced it with someone else's he had found among the rubble but it too was beyond repair having been ragged and bloodied with the shinigami Captain's fight. With a sickened grunt he ripped it off and threw it as far away as he could with his uninjured arm. "Fine, but as soon as I'm healed again we set off."
"Great!"
It had taken a while for Kurosaki Ichigo to re-adapt to his new reiatsu-free body, while some things had gotten better like the lack of annoying ghost following him around it also bothered him that he could no longer hunt hollows like the rest of the gang could. Little by little he noticed that he was slowly withdrawing from them, he knew not whether it was because it pained him to see them go without him or anger at having failed to keep his shinigami powers.
In the end there was nothing left for him to do but resign himself and deal with the consequences of his actions. He had made his choice, now he had to live with it.
He kept having dreams at night, mostly about the old days specially the fights he'd had over his short time as a shinigami. He missed Rukia and Renji though he would never admit it to the red head that and even missed Ikkaku, Yumichika and dare he say it Toushiro. If any of his friends asked him how he was doing he would tell them that he was doing great but inside he knew he was having trouble adjusting to a "normal" life. War had changed him too much and now his body and soul were unwilling to change back to the way things were.
It was then that he found himself standing outside Urahara shōten hidden behind an umbrella as the rain poured from the sky. He had managed to outsmart Inoue into telling him what had kept them so busy the past few days and with a much regretted diner invitation later she had finally revealed some of the past day's events.
Apparently there had been a number of Arrancar attacks after the sealing of Aizen. Low-leveled arrancars, weak enough to not be too much of a threat but pesky and persistent enough to cause everyone to be on alert. Sado, Ishida along with the Vizoreds had managed to keep them under control and had managed to kill the majority of them. There were only a few left that had been stronger than the rest and had banded together and their attacks were planned and executed with perfection making them more dangerous than the rest.
They had the ability to conceal completely their reiatsu or were using some kind of device to shield themselves since the Vizoreds and Urahara kept failing at locating them. The only way they knew they were still there where the increase of hollow activity and the stray soul that was killed here and there, never in a spot specific enough though to give their location away.
He had thanked Inoue and tried to ease her guilt once she'd realize the harm that she'd done as Ichigo stormed out of Inoue's house and towards Urahara's store intent on demanding more information about the arrancars and ways he could help fix the problem. Which was why he now found himself standing outside of the closed doors of Urahara Shoten unsure of how to proceed.
He was fuming, going through his head all the possible arrancars he came across that could have gotten away and were now endangering his town all because of Aizen. He cursed the man, even from his cell deep in Sereitei's prison he was still managing to mess with him and his friends. He knew that in his present state he could not be of much help and that only frustrated him more ―causing his anger towards Aizen and himself to rise.
So deep in thought he was that he failed to realize he was being watched from the rooftops.
I apologize to all of those who've been waiting for this story for a while. I've been working on another Kenpachi/Mayuri story and it stole my attention from this one not to mention that I'm not really sure where I'm even going with this story just yet, the plot hasn't settle in my head it keeps changing.
I'll shut up now since I keep rambling on. Just leave me a review telling me what you think and keep in mind that constructive criticism is always welcomed but the flames of your hate shall be used to cook more yaoi plot ideas so don't even try.