AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: What up Bleach people? I'm back! Sorry AO fans….no sequel just yet. But I am proud to announce the beginnings of a brand new GrimmIchi story: Filótheos (The Loving God). I'm super excited to start this story; it's been floating around in my head for a while now. But first, I need to explain a few things.

First, this story is taking place in an AU in the past. Gods (yes, plural) are quite real and show themselves quite often to the human world in order to remind them never to forget they exist. It's gonna be a ton of fun explaining how, why, and what types of gods there are but it'll take too long to describe in an author's note. I do explain some of it in this chapter, so you won't have to wait long.

If anyone reading is religious (or unreligious), I apologize if any of my reasonings offend or annoy you, it is not my intention. I came up with a god story though, and I wanted to test it out. Eheheheh.

Second, Ichigo's name is gonna be changed. The reason? He's not gonna be Japanese. Instead, he's gonna be Greek. Just roll with me on this one. And his new name is Isidore. It is pronounced liked S-E-Door. It's a real Greek name (trust me; I went crazy looking for male Greek names starting with I that I liked). The meaning behind it, if you don't know it's meaning already (no hard feelings if you don't), will be revealed later.

Finally (and this is for your benefits as well as mine), it won't take twenty-four chapters to get to the sex scenes. It won't happen in the first chapter…but it's not gonna take three years to get these two to bump hips. I promise. That being said, I think we should get started! Enjoy everybody!

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Background Introductions…aka a kinda boring chapter but still important for the plot.

Chapter I

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It was a fine day in Greece indeed. The sun was bright and warm, high up above. Helios must be in an affable mood, thought Isidore with a smile. The young olive farmer allowed himself to bask in the warmth of the sun's rays before returning to the task at hand. Olives were a sacred fruit to the citizens of Kamarina, Crete. If the young farmer wanted to have a successful harvest, he needed to treat every tree with loving care.

Especially since the lovely and powerful Athena, who blessed the world with olives (among her many gifts), was his patron goddess. Isidore remembered the first time he was graced with the lovely warrior's presence. He had been a child of only ten summers, and his family had trekked all the way to the great city of Syracuse when he saw her.

Flawless rich colored skin that gleamed almost gold (as most god and goddesses were known to do) and pure black hair as dark as night. The graceful immortal had noticed his awe-struck expression and dignified him with a breathtaking smile. Even at his youthful age, Isidore had immediately chosen her as his personal patron for when he was old enough.

Isidore prayed every night to his goddess, asking for her blessings and strength. It was odd for a male his age to proclaim a goddess as his patron, leaving him to be ridiculed by many of his neighbors and even his friends. Sure, Athena was the goddess patron to many of the Crete islanders, but more often than not, men chose male gods for their personal patronage.

Isidore never meant to be any less masculine in his choice, he simply chose the one he admired. Still, it wasn't a stretch to think of the young farmer as feminine. The young farmer was lithe and slender, unlike many of his family, friends, and fellow men.

He was also jested for his unusually bright hair. In a world full of blonde, chocolate, and raven locks, Isidore was born with a startling shade of red-yellow. There was no other word to describe the odd shade, too light to be true red but too dark to be yellow*.

It had made many believe he was cursed, or held the soul of a demon. In his youth, the poor child had been subjected to cruel words and crueler touches. The endless teasing and abuse had hardened the young man.

Isidore breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. He was dwelling on the past again. Now was not the time; he had a job to do.

"Isidore!" the young farmer jolted and turned in the voice's direction. Ah, it was his old friend, Claas. Despite his imposing size, Claas was a gentle giant. His darker skin betrayed an impure heritage, but his family has earned their rank through war and trade. Claas, however, did not go the way of his grandfather, father and brothers, and preferred to tend to animals for his keep.

The Spanish-Greek man smiled softly. "Athena has blessed you once more with a bountiful harvest, hasn't she?" he greeted, eyeing the few but vibrant trees that were full to bursting with olives.

Isidore's harvest was always anticipated each year, even though the young farmer only had a dozen trees in his keep. As his olives were the most delicious and worthy of sacrifice to the gods (namely Athena herself), his business flourished. Isidore was proud to say he was able to maintain himself and his family with only 12 olive trees, especially since he inherited only five trees at his grandfather's passing.

Said farmer looked to his crops with that same pride. "That she has. Have your goats and sheep proven fruitful as well?"

The large man nodded. "I gained many foal and kids this year. I will be able to retire my older animals soon."

Claas extended that gentleness among men to his animals as well. He never personally slaughtered his animals for meat, even for sacrifices to the gods.

To avoid displeasing the higher powers, Isidore always offered his own crops to the larger man, as a token of their friendship. In retribution, Claas traded cheese and wool.

Isidore plucked a damaged leaf out from a tree before turning back to his friend. "Oh? You're not planning on selling Herms to slaughter, are you?" he asked, slightly troubled. He had always liked the grouchy but reliable old goat.

Claas frowned. "Never! In fact, I was hoping to sell him to you." He insisted.

The farmer's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Sell him to me? Err…as much as I would like to, I don't have a lot of Tetradrachm** at the moment." He admitted quietly.

Though his olive harvest was always profitable, he had not yet taken his wares to market, which meant he was low on funds. Additionally, his mother had grown ill, and healers always charge extraordinary fees, even knowing it could cost lives.

Claas laughed. "I would never accept your money after everything you and your family has done for mine," he corrected, shaking his head. "I cannot keep trading cheese and wool for your olives every year. I might as well give you a goat for all your generosity. I merely ask for a larger supply of olives in return."

Isidore's mouth dropped open. Such a generous trade! Certainly, enough olives would be worth a goat, even an older one, but he knew his oldest friend wouldn't ask for full price.

Knowing Claas would refuse proper payment, Isidore sighed. "How many baskets would you like this year?" he asked in resignation.

The herder grinned, knowing he won the argument before it began. "Three more than usual. I would like to use some olives for myself and my family." He proposed.

Isidore hummed. Usually Claas was given two large baskets. With five baskets gone, Isidore would still have around 40 baskets to offer at the market, assuming his olive trees were extra bountiful this year. There was more than enough for this season to be profitable, so he agreed without further hesitation.

"And it would be nice to have Herms as extra help pulling the baskets this year. Not to mention scare away pests." He reasoned even after he had already agreed to the deal.

Claas nodded. "Well said. Speaking of help, how is your mother?"

Here, Isidore's eyes dimmed. "She has not been recovering. The healers do not know what ails her. The sickness is not physical, and she has no fever or chills, so we cannot understand why she lies so ill." He sighed in frustration. "I plan to offer a strong prayer to Apollo to heal her after I pray for wisdom from Athena." He explained.

Claas remained silent. Everyone knew the gods were not benevolent beings. Any assistance to humans was a whimsical desire to, or out of sheer boredom. This did not apply to the more violent gods, who made a great sport out of driving humans to war or wicked motives.

But for Apollo to hear Isidore's wish…it seemed unlikely. His personal patron god listened more to prayers of the herd or even music before his lesser interest of healing. But the larger man could never say as much to his friend, who clung to that glimmer of hope.

After a while though he cracked a weak grin. "Perhaps it would also be wise to pray to Asclepius as well. He is the son of the very god of healing, and is well praised for his healing in medicine." He offered gently.

Now it was Isidore's turn to present a small smile. "Perhaps I shall. I thank you for your kind consideration Claas. I'll let mother know you asked about her." He promised.

A warmer smile graced the gentle giant. "See that you do." He nodded towards the valuable trees. "When would be a good time to make our usual trade?" he asked. It was almost that time in the season where sacrifices will be made to the gods.

Isidore plucked an olive from a nearby branch, and popped it into his mouth. Chewing softly, he tested the ripeness of the fruit. "Very soon. Perhaps within two days."

"Good to hear. I will bring Herms with me then. After our trade, are you planning to head to the central market?" he asked, shifting to a causal topic.

Isidore rolled his eyes. "Of course I am Claas; what good is hundreds upon hundreds of olives if they are not sold before the taste festers?" he scowled, but no annoyance actually showed in the expression.

Isidore didn't like going to the market, despite his success there. He preferred to be the one growing the olives and let his father do the exhausting task of selling the fruits, having a natural flair for socializing and bartering. Isidore's dour and argumentative nature, along with his strange appearance, clashed with customers wanting to haggle.

Claas laughed and shook his head. "You poor man…forced to socialize and endure the big city. Oh, how horrid your life is!" he joked, ruffling his smaller friend's bright hair, knowing fully well it would irritate his best friend.

As expected, the fiery temper revealed itself and Isidore was hurling insults and shoving the larger man off of him, much to Claas' amusement and his exasperation.

"Tch…don't you have a flock or sows to tend to?" he griped, shaking his hair back to the unruly style he preferred.

The Spanish blooded man chuckled. "I suppose I do…but in all honesty Isidore…shouldn't you be considering starting your own family? Your family depends on you yes, but a wife would relieve the burden of taking care of your mother and sisters." He opened carefully, knowing this was a touchy subject for the youth.

Isidore sighed, and all anger left, leaving an exhausted, unmotivated man. "…I'm too poor for any woman to consider offering dowries Claas, let alone find a woman who isn't appalled by my strange colored hair. I'm aware of the possibility I could remain unmarried. I resign myself to it really. Even you with your mixed blood make a better suitor…and it was proved was it not?" he pointed out, no disgust in his voice about his friend being only half Greek.

Claas had met his bride a few months ago, and she was a beautiful thing too. Bronze skin and dark hair that looked well next to his own, Claas was going to wed her at the beginning of Gamelion***, hoping to gaining the powerful Hera's blessing. Isidore was happy for his friend, he truly was, but he was reminded of his unlikelihood to ever obtain a wife.

His father had tried, arranging meetings with several fathers of unmarried girls. But father and daughter were unwilling to offer a dowry for such a strange looking individual. It was a huge shame for a family to be unable to pass the heritage along to a new generation. Even with his two sisters, who stood a far better chance of marrying, the linage would stop at him, as the rest of his father's family bore no sons who survived childhood.

Claas was silent for several moments. "Perhaps you will be surprised Isidore…there is someone for everyone. Even someone for you." He placated, even though he knew his friend wouldn't listen.

Isidore snorted, turning his back and taking extra interest in a tree that didn't need it. "I can only pray so Claas...I'll see you around." He parted for the both of them, listening as the other man left. The young farmer slumped forward, resting his forehead on the tree. "Someone for everyone huh…even someone like me? A miracle from the gods would be needed for me to find a person like that." He muttered to himself, convinced he would never have a partner to spend the rest of his days.

Little did he know…a child god overheard his misery and had the perfect…being in mind for this poor farmer.

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Meanwhile, in the heavens above resting atop sacred Mount Olympus, the gods and demigods enjoyed their days humoring themselves at the humans' expenses and their own. The truly powerful gods and goddesses enjoyed a life of glamour and luxury; while lesser gods and goddesses still enjoyed the perks and spoils of immortality, they were still at the mercy of the powerful gods and the Fates. Of course, the Fates were even more powerful than the gods, and all feared them.

Which is why it had been a huge shock to every being, immortal or not, when the Fates revealed themselves to the mortal world. Assuming it had been a fickle desire, the gods waited to see why the sisters would do such a thing.

The Fates explained themselves to all, mortal and immortal, that they wanted to ensure humans knew the gods and the Fates existed, insulted by a human man's attempt to defy the gods with (considerable) mortal logic. The man accused was banished to Hades' domain. They demanded the gods reveal themselves to humanity to avoid such displeasures ever again.

The immortals found themselves enjoying the attention gained from the lowly humans, and made a habit of showing themselves at random if they felt they were being forgotten or not treated with enough respect. Especially since the Fates revealed the true reason behind their revelation after the humans were satisfied with the reason they were given.

After the creation of the universe and humanity, without realizing it, some of the mystic and ancient energy that keep the gods and immortals from aging and enjoying their powers was accidentally dispersed into the human world, and therefore, even the humans had powers, albeit weak ones…though a small few could harness some abilities. However, the power they unwittingly gained, had a horrendous effect on the gods; should enough people stop believing in the power of the gods, their existence would cease. Humans…had the power to control the existence of the gods.

The idea had been frightening to the almighty gods and goddesses, who had protested, and schemed to control the humans, making sure they always believed and therefore the gods would live on for eternity.

The Fates and the ancient gods, the ones who had created universe and the gods threatening this plan, put an end to the plot before it could begin. It was the primordial gods who had accidentally sent the power of belief among the budding humanity. While they would not feel the consequences if people forgot about them – being removed from the curse as they created it – the ancient ones felt responsible, yet knew taking away free will would inevitably bring that end of existence they all feared.

Reluctant, but not willingly to sacrifice their own lives, the gods agreed to keep their powers and immortality by gracing their presence throughout the ages. They created their own stories for the humans, to be shared as their legacies. Though, none of their stories were the same for the hundreds of cultures across the world, as they changed things as they saw how certain cultures depicted them.

This reflected in their appearance. Though many gods and goddesses stuck to what they considered their general shape and gender, some were whimsical and decided to change their appearance into that of animal like creatures, alter their general appearance, or change their gender depending on what culture was worshipping them.

The gods drew lots about what god would present themselves as what in those cultures. Gods of many powers could cast lesser gods as the wielder of one of those powers, since there were so many lesser gods who could gain some followers for the true owner of those powers. Some gods didn't exist at all in some cultures, but that was fine; because they had more than enough believers in others.

Only a few gods were granted a fantastic lot which would allow them to be seen as 'the one true almighty god', but those cultures held no traction compared to the hundreds of others. And of course, this was lessened in greatness whenever a human from a monotheistic religion witnessed a god from another culture, and more often than not, renounced their religion for the dozens or even hundreds of gods of another religion.

Though the primordial gods had no reason to, even they engaged in revealing themselves to the humans, as it was a decent pastime besides creating more gods and beings into the world. Over time, many of the ancient gods blended themselves among the regular gods, and though they weren't forgotten by themselves and the Fates, they had created enough of a new persona of their powers to be ignored by their children and newer gods.

The gods had many locations or hidden portals where they could slip in and out of the mortal world. For the Greeks, it was Mount Olympus; Egyptians the Nile; Japanese the many sacred mountains; the cultures in the west, undiscovered by the eastern world, witnessed the gods as animal gods, so they took an animal form they liked and revealed themselves from that. The list went on for the hundreds of nations and cultures around the world.

So, with the world literally at their fingertips, the gods enjoyed endless entertainment. Either from their own gifts among one another or the various interactions with mortals, the immortals kept themselves busy.

Those interactions were not limited to merely showing off their greatness and powers to the mortals. Some gods had romantic liaisons with particularly beautiful humans, and lavished them with gifts or even granted them immortality and become their consorts. Such actions were not frowned upon by most of the gods, especially if those lovers were going to end up immortal too.

However, there were a small group of gods who sneered at the notion of romanticizing with humans. Whether through jealousy or genuine disgust at the idea, gods who did frown upon the idea exist.

There were no rules saying gods couldn't interfere with the lovers of gods however, and this led to many famous tales of gods doing just that to one another. There was one rule though. One that none of the gods sought to break after the last true clash among them, which had been about who was the most powerful god.

Gods…could not kill other gods before it was their time.

Deicide hasn't happened since the Power War, and that had been before the rule. No one but the Fates knew what the punishment was for such a crime, and no one wanted to find out.

Gods who ruled over death of any kind did have the powerful to kill gods, yes, but they could only do so under the order of the Fates. Only the Fates knew when the death of the gods would come. Only the Fates could authorize the death of an immortal or god.

Since the Fates isolated themselves ever since first revealing themselves to the mortals, the gods could not infer when their demise would come. But, since they were allotted such a substantial amount of life, they lived lavishly and proudly. They couldn't waste their thousands of years – potentially millions if they were lucky – in fear of a realm several of their own ruled.

Rumor had it gods who died in the Power War were not simply erased from existence, but were merely trapped in a world of their own memories, unable to escape or interact with anyone of the living or dead until they were at last reincarnated, having their own special realm in the underworld. The death gods refused to say a word about it, sworn to secrecy by the Fates.

This of course had only caused the rumors to begin with, but even a death like that couldn't be too frightening, going through their own lives over and over again could get monotonous, but with a large enough lifespan, they'd only repeat their lives a couple of times before being erased and reborn as either a mortal or a new god.

So, life in the heavens remained carefree and whimsical.

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It was a quiet day in the heavens when a child goddess zipped through excitedly, eager to share her news with the one god she simply couldn't find.

Huffing, the little pink haired goddess known in Greece as Hebe – the goddess of youth – turned to some of the older gods, asking about his whereabouts and insisting it was important. The kind god of luck and opportunity told her where he last saw the god she's searching for, and with a happy grin, Hebe – or Yachiru as she liked to be called in the heavens – headed towards an even more serene part of the heavens.

Even though most gods named themselves for the mortals, there were names they preferred to call themselves in the heavens. Yachiru overheard the name while tending to the wishes of children in the Far East, and claimed the name for herself immediately after. Her original name was forgotten by all, even herself.

Flying through the beautiful multi colored forest, she finally found him.

"Grimmy! There you are! I was looking allllll over for you!" she pouted once she came across the – formerly – resting god.

The blue haired god cracked an eye open lazily, grunted something unintelligible, and turned the over way, intent on continuing his nap and ignoring the always energetic little god.

Yachiru didn't like that, and began to cry loudly. "I came all this way looking for you and you won't even bother to listen to what I have to say. Grimmjow, you're so meeeaaaannn!" she cried out.

Letting out a loud groan, the god pulled himself up reluctantly and gently bopped her on the top. "Oi, quite crying…you know tears only annoy me. What's so damn important you couldn't wait for me to finish my nap?" he sighed, fully expecting the little girl to tell him something trivial or just weird. As the goddess of youth and often associated with children, the little girl had a strange imagination.

Wiping her tears away, the girl's immortality revived her appearance before she had started crying, and she brightened up. "It's really, really important! I think I found your soulmate!" she insisted.

Grimmjow stiffened. "What are you talking about?" he asked, admittingly interested. Gods don't throw the word soulmate around carelessly, even the children gods.

Soulmates were a truly precious thing, and once found, a god coveted them immediately. The problem was, the god often wasn't the one to find their soulmate, due to the Fates deciding gods had to work to find their true love like mortals did as a means of keeping them humble…somewhat.

Yachiru nodded vigorously. "I mean it! Amara told me all about how to tell how a soulmate belongs to a god, and he fits it!" she explained…poorly…as children were often capable of.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. Despite hearing very little about his supposed soulmate (a man huh? Who knew?) it was worth listening to. Amara was what the Greeks called Aphrodite; if anyone knew something about soulmates, it was the goddess of love herself.

"Well? Is that really all you're going to say? Not even where I can find my supposed mate?" he asked, realizing Yachiru didn't know she hadn't shared enough details.

With a small blush that comes from forgetting something important, Yachiru looked at him seriously. "He's a mortal olive farmer in Kamarina. I know he was your soulmate because I could see a faint signature of your aura around him." She revealed.

Mortal soulmates of the gods had the signature of their intended attached to them since birth, though they and other mortals could not see it. Any god could see the signatures if they looked hard enough, but it was not their responsibility to inform the owner of that specific aura. It was an act of kindness, not obligatory. Yachiru was an exception to the rule; her childlike mind believing everyone should be happy, and it was her responsibility to bring that happiness.

Grimmjow hummed and leaned forward. "Really? You're sure it's my signature? Show me what he looks like." He commanded, all thoughts of this being a waste of time gone. Every god and goddess dreamed of the day they would find their beloved. To think it might be his turn. Even if it was a mortal man.

As she was far below him in rank, she couldn't complain about him bossing her around. Concentrating on the memory of the pretty farmer, she conjured the image in front of the older god.

Isidore was shown frozen with a relaxed look as he tended to his olive trees with obvious care. Grimmjow was surprised by his shock of orange hair, which was unheard of in Greece. He couldn't deny the sudden urge to reach out and touch the face of the young farmer, or the flames of desire igniting within him.

There was no denying it. This mortal was definitely his soulmate.

A wide grin stretched across his face. "Unbelievable…to think I'd get such a pretty face to call mine. How lucky am I?" he asked rhetorically, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Yachiru pouted then. "Ne…Grimmy…please be careful with him. I overheard him talking to a friend, and he's sad. A family member is sick, and he is convinced he'll be alone for the rest of his life because of his appearance." She warned. She knew that grin. Grimmjow looked ready to devour that innocent farmer.

Grimmjow grunted to show he heard her, but his eyes were completely focused on the farmer. "What's his name?" he asked, realizing he lacked a name to match the beautiful face.

The goddess frowned, but at least he acknowledged her. "Isidore…I think. I never heard a last name." she explained.

"Isidore." He tested it out on his tongue, and chuckled. What a fitting name. "Isidore…I like it." he said with that same grin, before tearing his eyes away to ruffled Yachiru's hair. "You did well Yachi…thank you. I'll make you something nice as a show of my appreciation." He promised sincerely with a much kinder smile.

Yachiru blushed but smiled happily, the image disappearing. "Could…could you make me some sweets?" she asked shyly. The child goddess had an enormous fondness for sweets.

Grimmjow let out a booming laugh at her request. "That's not generally my specialty…but I'll see what I can do." He assured her. He should have known the pink haired girl would want candy of all things. "Go find Nellia or someone else to play with. I'm going to gain as much information as I can about my soulmate before I approach him properly." He announced.

Yachiru frowned. "Uuuuu…but I never caught his last name! You could be looking forever!" she protested.

Grimmjow let out another bark of laughter as he stood to full height. "How many people have orange hair in Greece? I doubt he'll be hard to find. Don't act worried for me and go back to the kiddie play you're used to." He flashed a grin, and slipped through a portal to the All-Knowing Library, leaving a pouting Yachiru behind.

The All-Knowing Library held the records of every human, god, or immortal who ever lived thus far. The inside of this establishment was infinite, a testament to the ever-growing population of the three species. The Library was created as a place of records and a hall for gods to study about particular mortals who caught their interest…similar or non-similar to Isidore's case.

The blue haired god found the Greek hall with little difficulty, and was satisfied to see Kamarina had a small population, finding his beloved's scroll within minutes.

His lip curled upon discovering his soulmate had suffered much worse than loneliness. Cruel beatings and forced isolation tormented his beautiful farmer. But as much as he'd like to call upon Kheth – Ares – to destroy the worthless mortals who tortured his Isidore – and damn wasn't it a thrill to call the human his already – acting too violently could scare his mate away. There was also the risk of annoying the other gods. He had no interest in getting caught in the middle of a petty argument among his kin.

There was also the concern about coming off too strongly in front of his soulmate. A god or goddess tended to fall in love immediately the moment they came across their soulmate. That generally wasn't the case for mortals, who could be scared off by strong approaches. That was the last thing Grimmjow.

Ah, but any advances he made would be immediately scrutinized after so many years of being harassed and rejected. He reconsidered the notion of punishing the cattle who dared to harass what was his. Oh…how tempting it was…but he couldn't frighten poor Isidore away. Bless that child Yachiru for warning him ahead of time.

He needed a new name too. Grimmjow was the name he gave himself, but it would make little sense in Greece. To resolve this, he poured over common names for the area. It wasn't easy; he needed something that fit him, something he could utilize without giving away his immortality.

It took longer than he would have liked, but finally the stubborn god found a relatively normal name, and one he wouldn't mind being called. Unlike most gods, he didn't go down to Greece often, and had forgotten the names he had used before. And after a few moments of thinking it over, he really didn't remember the appearance he used there either.

Grimmjow sighed. If his soulmate didn't recognize the efforts he was putting into this later, once he revealed himself fully, he'd be insulted. It also reminded him just how little effort he's put into this particular culture, which is a shame since his role was still important in any culture…at least the ones he chose to do. But he didn't even come close to being the laziest god out there, leaving him only put out at the effort he'd have to do in order to remind the mortals in Greece of his presence.

Damn…sometimes it really sucked being the god of both light and darkness.

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AN: I think this is a pretty good place to stop right? I introduced both main characters, the plot is set (kinda…there's middle parts I wanna work on) and information was given. I'm pretty proud of myself for being able to come up with some of the information without relying too much on the internet.

Like how I incorporated Bleach characters into the story? In case it wasn't obvious, the kind god of luck and opportunity I designated to Jushiro Ukitake. It doesn't take much to figure out some characters are going to fit their roles…REALLY well. My best friend and I spent an afternoon thinking up who would be who in my Greek Bleach fic. Some came easily (virtual cookie to anyone who can guess who Ares' character is played by), and others were a bit harder (like the blacksmith god who I am totally too lazy to look up his name right now).

I also wanted to stay away from making it too obvious who the characters are. So only a handful (and I mean a really small handful) of characters are going to keep their names from the show. Yachiru kept hers because I really didn't know what type of cute name would work for her, and Grimmjow's name is just too awesome to not use.

And while I promised sex would happen much sooner in this story, it's still going to be at least a few chapters. Grimmjow fell head over heels due to the excitement of finding his soulmate, but Isidore is not going to be swept off his feet right away, especially since he's still so insecure.

By the way, I did an extraordinary amount of research into ancient Greek life, and though I'm planning on attempting to be as accurate as possible, there are some aspects I will ignore (such as tiny dicks being attractive…because seriously: What. The. Fuck.) If anyone reading is a professional in this field and I made some careless mistakes, please don't hesitate to message me.

I won't lie; getting chapters out is going to be hard. I really, really don't know when I'll have time to write up more chapters. Please don't be discouraged, I just don't want people checking for updates often…since I know I likely won't be able to.

But, in the meantime, please tell me what you think of this new story. I'm always open to new suggestions. Have a great day!

Ciao~!

P.S.

* The color orange does not exist yet in BCE. In fact, the color itself wasn't established until the late 15th century/early 16th century. Grimmjow knows what orange is because I'm pretty sure gods are more advanced than humans and I'm also sure they'd be able to see more colors than humans can anyways.

** Tetradrachm is money from that time period (I think)

***Gamelion takes place during the modern month of January.