Author's Note: Oi! Wade-Whoops, jkjk. Lol! We, teehee, are the writing team Maii! Formally known as, well, two different people, who wrote different fanfics. But now, mwahahaha… Anyway, this is our first Bleach fanfic, and, our first, first person one. Usually, we do it in third, 'cause, well, we can, right? Oops.
We hope you enjoy! O.o
Nothing good ever comes from the daytime for me. I mean, nothing good ever really seems to happen for me, but during daytime especially. Never. So, when I look back to it, I guess I really can't be surprised that this all started on a nice, pleasant, sunny day. Had it been raining, I probably wouldn't have been as paranoid as I'd been when I stepped out of the house. Ah, well.
I would say this kind of stuff only happens to me, but then again, I'd seen Inoue go just about the same way. Although she didn't get the one I got. She got the calm one. Sure, he may have been a complete dick at the time, you know, threatening to kill all of her friends, but this one, oh, boy.
Ah…I remember it like it was yesterday…probably because it was…nice going, idiot.
I stepped from the house and winced, the sun was so bleedin' bright. My vision was bad enough, and here the sun was, blinding me. When I finally could concentrate, slipping my glasses on after searching around in my pocket for them, I saw the most, vivid, bluish-greenish eyes I'd ever seen. And it was such a strange combination, the way those eyes looked, even stranger than my own mix of crimson and dark amethyst, that I stood there frozen, like an idiot, not realizing that they must have belonged to someone. I, unfortunately, didn't come to that realization until the strong hand was already wrapped about my frail wrist, and I was trapped, unable to run back into my house and, I don't know, sleep, maybe. Like I had been doing until somebody complained about my laziness and demanded that I get from bed, go outside, and do something productive. Well, I certainly hope this is productive enough for you, ass.
"What the hell?!" demanded a rough voice. "Is this really the one Aizen was asking for? You've gotta be kidding me!"
Was there someone else there? I was nearly blind, I mean, my eyesight's like, zero-zero, but still, I'm sure I only saw one pair of eyes.
"Hey, you."
He looked down, surprised at my sudden words, I guess, because he loosened his hold on my wrist. I snatched it away, shaking my metal bracelet back to where it belonged, and stood before him.
It wasn't just the eyes that were, I don't know, attractive about him. He had a really nice face, too, with green marks around his eyes. He wore this outfit of white that displayed his pale, er...fit...chest, I mean, put it right out there, for all to see, not that I was looking, er...and this extremely nonchalant expression. Which kind of, I don't know, pissed me off.
"What, like what you see or something?" he asked, a wide smile coming to his lips, showing off his sharp teeth. He got close, just a little too close, wrapping one of his arms about my back. I didn't know what he was about to do, but it wasn't about to happen. So I took my hand, placed it on his cheek, let it slide down to his lip when he paid no mind, and released the tiniest bit of power. I smiled as he frowned, a trail of blood sliding down the side of his face from where I had cut him.
"Get lost," I told him, licking the blood from my fingertips. It's a habit. Not a sanitary one, granted, but nonetheless…
I turned, not daring to go back inside, just in case.
And, let's see, two destroyed buildings, three telephone poles and a damaged airplane later, here we are in Hueco Mundo. Apparantely, we're stuck living together in this, I don't know, it's like a little, mini apartment or something inside this huge place. Well, until one of us kills the other, at least. I got bored halfway through the fight and decided that whoever this guy was, he enjoyed a good fight, and he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon. No matter how badly he was losing. I can't help but grin, I'm sure he knows why, he's just sitting across from me on the other couch, staring, as if he's trying to figure something out. I put my fingers down, amused by the fact that I'd been counting off all the damages with them unconsciously.
I get up, his gaze following me as I rise. I'm still not used to these clothes I was supposed to change into, a white outfit like his, my breasts quite exposed and my hips too, and my stomach, a curved piece of material drawing attention to the metal ring pierced through my belly button. Geez. So much for modesty around here. I can't help but cross my arms across myself. I mean, sure, you get piercings so people can see them, but I'm more of a tomboy, and I got the piercing 'cause I thought it would be interesting. The needle was huge, you should've seen it. I've got two on the left side of my lip, one in my right eyebrow, and a whole bunch in my ears, so, it's not like people don't see anything at all.
"Hey, you," I repeat my words from before so hopefully he'll be surprised enough not to notice the stupid blush that's come to my cheeks form my embarrassment, "You got a name?"
"You bet your ass I do," he retorted, rising as well. He walks pass me into the nearby kitchen and reaches into the fridge.
"Well, what is it?" I ask as he closes the door, the temporary light falling from his face.
"Jeagerjaques Grimmjow," he replies, taking a swig of whatever's in the dark bottle. "And you, not that I care, because eventually, I'll kill you. What's yours?"
I scoff, obviously, Aizen hadn't told this one much. "It's gonna take a whole lot to kill me. One would've thought you'd learned your lesson from before."
He rolled his eyes, wincing at the cut I'd given him right below the left one. There's a bit of black from my nail polish, making it look as if he'd been poisoned. "That's not what I asked."
I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, knowing it'd be back soon. My hair was long, and I hated dealing with it, so I let it be unruly. Didn't bother me much. Until now, what with him staring at my hand as I move it from behind my head and let it return to my side. "Fine. Akatsuki Kaine."
"I see."
"I believe," someone said from behind the two of us, the slightest of light coming from the hall behind the slightly ajar door, "Aizen-sama will be seeing Akatsuki now. And you, Grimmjow, you come too. He'd like to speak with you, as well."
"Well," I said, my hands crossed behind my head in a relaxed pose, "This should be interesting."
Grimmjow, you haven't seen anything yet, honey. If you're surprised now…
Hopefully, you enjoyed reading that as much as we did writing it. (God, Akatsuki is so badass! Other than the blindness, and the slowness, oops.) Lol! We'll put Chapter 1 up soon...maybe!
