Pure
Summary: He has found his pure soul and has no intentions of letting anyone take her. A battle between lust and love, darkness and light, humans and monsters will shake the world she thought she knew.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
The sound of cars going by and the hushed voices of people wandering in the early morning filled the small room. Another night and another disgusting soul. Humans had become so jaded with greed, jealousy, fear and lust that it tainted the very core of their essence. Finding a soul that hadn't been affected by these poisons was getting harder every century. Humans had been much tastier in 1 AD.
A tall figure of a man was looking out a window of a small apartment. His pale skin seemed to contrast with the ebony locks framing his face. He had his hands clasped behind his back while his cold green eyes watched the scene outside. Clad in only black slacks and a white button down, he looked like any other person in the town. Someone contemplating life or a newcomer who couldn't sleep, perhaps.
He swiftly turned from the window when the distant church bells tolled three times. The shadows seemed to define his sharp nose and strong jaw. His build was lean and agile. He walked over to the bed, which held one occupant. A young woman had her hair fanned out on the pillow like a sea of gold. Her skin was a deathly gray color in the light that came from the window. The man pulled the blanket up so that it covered her face.
"Disgusting trash," he murmured as he moved away to get his jacket.
Flinging it over his shoulder, he made his way out of the bedroom. The apartment was small and only had three rooms, not counting the bathroom. His first thoughts were that humans were getting cheap. They seemed to want so many things, yet they couldn't afford it. He silently made his way out of the apartment. He walked down the hall to an emergency exit and ignored the bright red sign that read, 'Alarms will sound if opened.'
He opened the door and melted into the darkness of the early morning. The door to the apartment building closed without a sound. His black shoes tapped lightly on pavement as he appeared from a side alley. He turned left and passed by a bar. A man with striking blue hair and tan skin was leaning outside the bar smoking.
If it weren't for the fact that people dyed their hairs outrages colors, he would have looked odd. His ocean blue eyes narrowed as the dark haired man passed by. Stomping on the cigarette with his boot, he stuffed his hands in his jeans and strolled alongside the man.
The darker haired man didn't bother to look at his new companion. "What do you want, Grimmjow."
The blue haired man snorted. "You stink. Found another dirty whore, Ulquiorra?"
"Finding a decent meal is harder in this day and age." His voice held no emotion. He didn't sound like he cared about what Grimmjow was saying.
"No fuck. I nearly choked on my last meal. Stupid woman was just sex crazed. Her filthy stink wouldn't leave me for weeks," he grumbled.
Compared side by side, both men were very different in appearance. Grimmjow, unlike Ulquiorra, was muscular with broad shoulders. He had a faint scar that ran along the right side of his jaw. His skin was tanned a golden hue from being out in the sun often. His style of dress was casual with a white v-neck shirt, a black leather jacket and durable work boots. Grimmjow was a good five inches taller than Ulquiorra.
"The rate we're going, we will not be ready for the next battle," Ulquiorra commented.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes before saying, "Like hell I'd let anyone take my place as king. Don't know about you, but I enjoy being on top in more than one way."
"Disgusting," was the answer from the other man. The two men knew each other well, but their relationship was rocky to say the least. They seemed to tolerate one another, though for how long was always a mystery.
"Ya can say whatever you want about me, but you and I know that you like being on top too. When was the last time someone almost succeeded in winning against us?"
There was a moment of silence. "Gulf of Naples, Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD. Foolish Nnoitra nearly killed us all. He should have died then if not for his loyal servant, Tesra."
Grimmjow threw his arms behind his head and grinned widely. "I remember he caused the whole population of Pompeii and Herculaneum to be killed. Damn, that was fun. Too bad the guy is hiding somewhere in his spidery ass webs."
"What is it you really want, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra asked, sounding slightly irritated. He knew that the blue haired man would never seek him out willingly unless he wanted something.
Grimmjow's grin fell off. "Well now that you ask, there is a favor I've been wanting to ask of ya." Ulquiorra quirked a dark brow. Grimmjow rarely, if ever, asked for anything. He usually just took what he needed and left.
Continuing, "I met this chick and she smells like what souls use to back when everyone was all peaceful and shit. Makes my mouth water just thinking about it. Anyways, I can't get near her 'cause she has this priestess woman around her all the time. She'd probably know what I am the moment I step within ten feet of her.
"The chick is looking for a job and I heard her mention your company. Think she's applying to be your secretary or something like that. I need ya to accept her application so I can get close enough to ask her out. Can ya do that?"
Ulquiorra halted and turned to survey his acquaintance, friend being too strong of a word to use here. For once, Grimmjow didn't have his usual cocky attitude. His face was solemn and his eyes held a seriousness he hadn't seen since the fall of the French monarchy.
"What's her name," was his simple reply.
Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, didn't get that. She's tall with long turquoise wavy hair. Nice rack too and large gray eyes. Her legs are to kill for; they seem to go for miles and-"
He held up a hand to stop him from talking. "Turquoise hair. She has to qualify for the position first. If she doesn't, I'm not hiring her. My company is a business first and foremost."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah I get it. You make computer software shit. Just try to keep an open mind when ya meet her. I could use a decent fuck and meal; haven't had one for over five hundred years."
Both men stared at each other before a look of understanding passed between them. They turned in opposite directions without another word and started to head off. Grimmjow paused and turned around. Ulquiorra, hearing his footsteps stop, looked over his shoulder.
"Don't forget, I found her first. She's mine," he called.
Ulquiorra's mouth was pressed in a firm line. "Of course. Those have been the rules even before we first started." Rules that the two followed, but not everyone liked rules or followed them. The two liked to think they were above those who didn't follow rules set since the beginning of time. Yet they were, at the end of the day, like any other being that devoured the souls of humans, monsters.
Thoughts on what you think would be much appreciated. This idea has been running through my head for a long time. If I do decide to keep going, I'll update very irregularly since I'm working on multiple stories and have a life to run as well.
Kitkat