This is what has been going through my head lately. Ill be sure to update my other story soon I've been quite busy. :)
Warning:Will contain yaoi in future chapters and definantly some smut, there will also be a couple angels that may be destroyed in the process due to Grimmjow's umm. . . occupation.
Pairing: GimmxIchi, perhaps others along the way
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach.
Summary: Ichigo was no ordinary angel and Grimmjow was visibly not the purest demon out there. So what happens when Aizen sets his sights on an altered angel?
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Chapter 1
Grimmjow rolled his head on to the now torn headrest of the chair, panting heavily as maniacal eyes glanced over at his most recent victim. The dark haired angel was left panting on bloody sheets, his hair now a tangled mess. His figure rose with every deepened breath that he managed to inhale. The predator pulled out a sharp dagger like tool out of his pocket and began walking towards the smaller do-gooder who was now wishing he hadn't left the safety of heaven. The taller man began to carve symbols onto the other man's arm earning a rewarding yelp.
"Don't do this, I'm begging you. . ." Uryuu suddenly stopped as a sudden burst of pain shot through his wings until carving completely littered his arm. The soft feathers that had gracefully laid on his back began to fall on to the floor causing the dark haired man to thrashed around no longer being able to withstand the now flourishing pain. With every feather that fell a black one appeared until the process was finished, leaving a new pair of black wings to rest on the smaller mans back.
"Go ahead, beg. You and I both know that it isn't going to help" Grimmjow said dominantly, his grin never ceasing to diminish. This wasn't the guy he was sent after but it was oddly enough to satisfy his desires for the time being. Aizen was going to be pissed. The blue haired man smirked at the thought of the king of hell being ticked. Why not? He might even get punished. . .
Running his hands through his hair slick blue locks, Grimmjow got up away from the disarray of blood and feathers, "The runes will soon complete themselves and you'll be sent to you new home. I wish you luck, not many of your type survive well down there". Grimmjow laughed closing the wooden door behind him allowing for the distressed screams to fade away. Ready or not, here I come Ichigo…
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Ichigo now knew he was utterly lost, sure he was glad that he was able to help the child he was sent to save but afterwards he had no longer able to find his way back without being drawn into large crowds that seemed to drift over every inch of the side walk. This made the man very uncomfortable considering that he was usually in a very solitary world, where his main concern was to conserve the peace rather than having to practically walk over people. After several tries, somehow the orange headed man managed to step into a nearby ally way in an effort to try and catch his breath. You know things are bad when an angel gets lost.
The teen was wearing white skinny jeans, a light blue long sleeve dress shirt, and a simple pair of classic low-top converse. As he leaned against the ally wall, the man confirmed that the talisman that he was wearing was still managing to keep his wings concealed from any human being, which included persistent demons. The talisman also happened to be a simple reminder that he wasn't able to stay much longer or else he'd most likely be found by any enemies.
Ichigo was no ordinary angel, as a matter of fact some would disagree that he was an angel at all. Sure he happened to have the wings but that came with the job. The teen was an "altered" angel; this meant that he was born with the capabilities of both angel as well as demon. Luckily for him, he had been given the choice to decide. If he chose heaven, then any negative power he might have had at the time that could evolve would need to be ultimately sealed off. However, Ichigo didn't ponder when he made to decision; he was very willing to help out those who were defenseless just like he had once been. Sealing his power off was surprisingly troublesome even for the Central Saints to accomplish; nevertheless his level of purity and innocence was never to be of any concern which made him an even greater candidate for any lurking demons.
Ichigo attempted to focus on the opposite wall in an effort to try and recall the directions he had been given. Was it 1364 or 1664? This is beyond bad… He let a deep sigh escape his lips and closed his eyes when a sudden voice grabbed his attention.
"Ya lost or something?" A deep purring voice asked from the corner. Wait did he just purr?
Ichigo managed to turn a lazy eye in the direction to the velvet voice and was taken away by the man that now raised a questioning brow over at the orange haired angel. This guy looked like he had been carved out personally by god himself. He stood at about 6'2" perhaps more? Black boot cut jeans hung nicely around his waist along with a pair of biker boots. His upper half was coated with a tight black T-shirt, tight enough to see the traces of his muscles through offending material. To top it off the man had blue hair! Not blue tinted hair, but actual teal blue!
God ,where in heavens name are you right now. . .
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