A/N: Well anyone want to see what would happen if Grimmjow became a shinigami?
This means thoughts
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
"I sense a high, tasty reiatsu." A deep raspy growl echoed throughout ally way. Turning its head swiftly, its obscure black and yellow eyes set upon a blue haired individual. Those yellow and black eyes, imbedding themselves like a scar in his mind for the rest of eternity "I found you."
Earlier that day
A loud purr and meows of a fluffy white cat, awake the man from his slumber. This cat worked like an alarm clock, but as it's the 1800's they weren't invented yet.
"Shit, 8:45. At this rate I'm going to be half an hour late." A laugh soon followed, he didn't care if he was late. Tall legs swung out of the single bed, before his torso, neck and head lifted up. That only lasted a moment before he flopped backwards. The difficulties of getting out of bed, with all his willpower he got out of his warm, loyal bed and walked out of his room.
It was a one bedroom apartment cluttered with, well, everything really. Walking to the bathroom in a slight daze, boxes acted like merciless obstacles (luckily there was no such thing as Lego at this time either). Click, went the light. Looking into the mirror there stood a man. Bright blue hair matched with vibrant blue eyes, contrasting to the natural sun tanned skin. The bitter chill of the window left open only caused the tiles underneath his feet to be that much colder.
"Ah, Grimmjow now aren't you just the king? With that six pack which leave the girls crazy. Those advert-like white fangs and original hair." Grimmjow smirked to himself running his fingers through his blue bed hair. To add to his arrogance he began flexing his muscles in front of the mirror and his bare chest catching some of the early morning sunlight. A few stray pieces of hair fell in front of his face and he got a whiff of the blueberry shampoo + conditioner he used the night before-it was made especially for him by some admirers who wished to do all the marriage and stuff. Unlike most school boys his age he took great care in his hygiene, that's why he respected his pet cat Jeff a lot: for always washing. (And yes he called his cat Jeff; those who have taken the piss and laughed about it soon stopped laughing when they were in hospital and could no longer laugh. "Who has the final laugh now, huh?" Grimmjow would always ask after.)
Putting on the uniform was almost robotic now, he didn't even realise when he was putting on his waist coat and socks now. It was an agreement with his aunt, if he promised to make it to school-which she paid for, at least three times a month he could have his own place to stay.
Walking out of the bathroom he headed for the door, yet first, he was confronted by his little Jeff.
"Meow" By now Grimmjow learnt that, that wasn't just a prompt for food but a threat. If you don't feed me now, I will, pee on everything you love.
Therefore, because of the threat of the slightly psychotic cat peeing everywhere Grimmjow quickly had- and shared breakfast. Finally being able to leave his apartment, Grimmjow walked down the street, hearing every whisper said about him:
"Look at that freak with the blue hair; you better stay away from him."
"He put my son in hospital, he doesn't belong here."
Women pulled their children to them putting as much distance between their children and Grimmjow whilst gentleman spat at his feet. Others gave him disgusted looks. There was even one old homeless lady with greasy white locks and ripped clothes, who kept yelling how he was summoning masked beasts which have recently been killing the people of this city.
That was only a few things Grimmjow was used to hearing. He had to agree though, a lot of the time Grimmjow really didn't think he belonged here; not just because of what happened, but because he just can't find anything interesting. Nothing suited him. Yet life goes on, there's no point being left behind...is there?
"Heh, look at the freak with the blue hair gentleman. No brains and in my opinion no looks either." That received an arrogant sniggering and snort from a few lackeys. Those guys never learn, I beat the shit out of them before. "Here for education or a few slags' to satisfy yourself with?"
"Big nose," Grimmjow lifted his leg up and kicked one of the men who was snorting like a pig in the face, "pig guts," this guy literally stunk; "and of course my good old friend Dickless."
"How many times do I have to tell you, you thug, my name is Richard. Or have you not enough intelligence quotients to comprehend?" This guy is only stuck up, because he is distantly related to royalty. All the bitches who love royalty, only manage to heighten his ego.
Richard swung for Grimmjow's face. Yet Grimmjow reacted by catching his arm and twisting it behind his back, eventually Richard fell to his knees. "What's this royalty bowing down to me? Well after all I am the king." Grimmjow smirked, before laughing as Richard began crying from pain. Tears welled up in his hazel eyes, brown hair limply falling on his eyes leaving a darkness covering his eyes. As he screamed out in pain once more a sense of honour filled Grimmjow as he saw the gap in his mouth where he had knocked out a few teeth a few months prior. "Well, you just got your royal arse handed to you, or did you abdicate first?"
"Shut up, since being around you I have felt as though my IQ has dropped." That received a sharp kick to his cheek, sending spit flying and killing a few brain cells. Now three unconscious guys lay there on the filth covered pavement. The sun hid behind the clouds and the sky began to open as rain quickly fell, it wasn't too long before they were all drenched. A bit of anger was still left with Grimmjow so he started to punch Dickless' face until blood and bruises covered in a flurry of yellow, purple and red. The exercise heating Grimmjow, stopping him from getting cold from the chilling rain.
"I think this is enough now Jaegerjaquez." A deep masculine voice warned. Grimmjow turned to the Constable.
"You always ruin my fun; I really wanted to piss on him." A smug look adorned Grimmjows face whilst looking into the scowl of his "superior". This man was a few inches shorter than him, wearing a dark blue uniform and had a bit of a stomach. He also had a bowtie.
"Come with me Jaegerjaquez."
"Or what?"
"Are we really going to play that game? Remember no matter how strong you think you are there will always be someone stronger than you." He turned his back from Grimmjow. "I'm going to put you in custody for a few hours. You're lucky; anyone else and it would be a few months at least maybe years considering everything you've done. You can't get along in this world by looks alone."
"I don't need your help, uncle. So leave me alone or I will make you."
"Trust me I'm more scared of your aunt than I am of you." Grimmjow began to follow his high authority uncle by the familiar route to the police station, or as Grimmjow liked to put it: his second home.
It's always the same at the police station, he would be shouted at for a while, explain how society doesn't need a person like him and then he would fall asleep in the cell for a few hours.
On the cool iron bars of the cell, his uncle began to bang the bars with his fists. "It's 7pm sleeping beauty, wake up and go home tomorrow your aunts visiting so ensure that you're well behaved!" With that a few masculine body guards lifted Grimmjow of off the bed and chucked him out of the police office like they were abandoning a kitten.
Now, the sky was turning to dusk-with swirls of mesmerising deep blue and plum purple. A few stars showing themselves, waving of their daytime concealment. Lamps had been lit with fire by the local kid who wanted to buy his dying grandfather sufficient care. After finishing looking at the sky, Grimmjow lowered his head to normal level and started to walk before stopping in his tracks. Another one of the loud howls which I've been hearing more frequently, though I would never admit it, I think the crazy lady is onto something. Does that make me crazy? I've seen more and more dead people. Why can't they just pass on already? I think I'm going to hurry home, the air doesn't feel right.
Quickly walking down the fire lit streets, Grimmjow turned towards the unlit ally were the prostitutes normally hang around. Not that Grimmjow knew that. No way. Although for it only being 7pm it was oddly quiet. Beside him the grimy ally way wall exploded. Grimmjow dropped to his knees, trying to shelter himself from the flying rubble.
Looking up, a masked creature, it looked like an ant with a deep purple body, 16 feet big and unforgettable eyes. It's milky white mask covering its true face. Very rarely was Grimmjow scared but this admittedly was terrifying. He'd seen one of these...things before, yet never so close. So close that its chilly breath could be felt on his face. It was almost like he could feel an aura from the hollow- a threatening aura filled with evil, making the monster seem that much more eerie.
Grimmjow attempted to move, a heavy piece of fragment lay on top of his leg. Warm crimson blood spilling onto the damp ground from his leg; this pain wouldn't make him give up just yet. With all of Grimmjow's resolve he managed to lift the rock up. But that wouldn't be enough. After gently setting down the rock, he managed to make not a noise. Agonising pain shot up Grimmjows leg as he reached to his feet. Spots of black briefly clouding his shocked eyes, before quickly being blinked away.
"I sense a high, tasty reiatsu." A deep raspy growl echoed throughout ally way. Turning its head swiftly, its obscure black and yellow eyes set upon a blue haired individual. Those yellow and black eyes, imbedding themselves like a scar in his mind for the rest of eternity. "I found you."
"Shit."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, but please if I've done something wrong and need correcting tell me :)