AN: My plan is to upload the first chapters of all the Bleach stories, which is all I've got, and which ever gets the most popular reaction will be the one I work on while recovering the things I've lost. This is AU, major AU. And also the rating is for violence and War.

Prologue:

Meeting

It had seven years. Seven long years since Aizen had won and declared himself God of the Living and Dead. No one stood against him, those Shinigami, whose lives had been spared were in no condition, physically or emotionally for rebellion. Karakura Town no longer existed. The Soul Society was under his iron rule along with the rest of the world. Those Espada that had survived had divided the world amongst themselves and his two loyalist followers Ichimaru Gin and Tosen Kaname. The humans who'd survived the take over varied in their standards of living, depending on who ruled their Distract, as each section of the divided world was referred to.

Deep in Distract 6 quiet footsteps could be heard pounding against the damp ground. Blinking against the rain a young girl ran through the empty streets her heart beating painfully in her chest. Panting she lunged for a nearby door hearing the bell toll. Locking the door, but knowing it would be useless if they really wanted to enter the young girl fell down and curled into a ball, cradling her precious basket against her chest and burying her face in her knees, praying she wouldn't be found, that she'd be passed over during the nightly hunts.

She bit her lip, trying to fight the tears remembering, knowing, she should have listened to Ryo-chan's warnings, but the little ones had been hungry and she'd heard the traders speak of an abandoned section of town where nobody dared venture, because of the Hollow activity. It seemed they would gather there when the hunt ended to enjoy their 'feast'. The mere thought made the girl nauseous and her stomach clench with fear, but she'd been unable to resist the prospect of an untouched section where she might find food. Ryo-chan had warned her that it was probably a trap to lead in more victims or even if it wasn't that the risks were too great, but it hadn't mattered. When they'd started crying she'd left.

It had been wonderful, restaurants trashed, but their nonperishable goods still intact since they held no appeal to a hungry Hollow. She knew that if she could just get back before curfew than she'd be fine and they wouldn't be hungry for weeks. And if she could sneak past Ryo, maybe even years. But she'd been held up, getting locked into a room she was raiding by accident. By the time she'd managed to break the rusted bolts it was late and all she could do was hide. So she sat, curled into herself, praying to a god she no longer believed in to let her live one more day in this hell on earth.

Kurosaki Yuzu gasped as a large hand wrapped itself around her throat choking her as it lifted her in the air, her food scattering on the ground loudly.

"Who are you?" a voice growled and Yuzu's blood went cold. That wasn't a human's voice.

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Grimmjow did not like his sleep to be interrupted. He was even less pleased to find it was a human girl who had done it. He bared his teeth at her threateningly, despite the fact he knew she couldn't see in the dim light. He wrinkled his nose scenting the stench of fear rolling off her in waves. Getting silently to his feet he marched towards his annoyance and picked her up. As he lifted her up, the thing that had been in her lap fell down. He ignored it glaring at the girl angrily. This was his territory, the humans should know by now not to bother him or his ilk. After all hadn't he generously allowed them to live peacefully?

Grimmjow bared his fangs at her, demanding, "Who are you?" When she didn't answered he growled shaking her a little and repeating his question. The girl still didn't answer, but he heard choking noises and realized with a slight frown that he was holding her throat too hard and his reiatsu was flaring up, no doubt crushing her with its presence. He'd forgotten how delicate humans were. Drawing his reiatsu in reluctantly, he then loosened his hold.

"K-Kunieda Y-Yuzu, Arrancar-s-sama." she choked out. Grimmjow huffed losing interest in the weak female quickly. Stepping away he released her and watched as she slid down the door, falling to her knees. Walking away he sat down on a dust covered chair not acknowledging her presence as she picked up her fallen things, which he noted out of the corner of his eyes were food.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped causing her to jump, dropping a can. It began rolling across the ground and without seeming to think the girl lunged for it, but Grimmjow stopped it with his foot keeping it in place annoyed she didn't immediately answer him like a good little girl should. Her brown eyes widened and she looked up at him fearfully, arms tightening unconsciously around her food as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Grimmjow frowned, remembering a time when he'd been so very hungry himself.

"I asked you a question." he hissed quietly. The girl looked up at him with those big brown eyes and something bothered him. A tingling sensation at the back of his mind. Narrowing his eyes angrily at the unfamiliar sensation he leaned foreword quickly grabbing her by the chin and jerking her closer, causing her to give a yelp of surprise and terror.

"Answer," he ordered and she did.

"I needed food." She told him shakily. Grimmjow looked down at her haul and raised an eyebrow. There wasn't a chance in hell she'd gotten all that just for her.

"For you and how many others?" he asked curiously, not really caring, but deciding to ask all the same. He watched with an odd amusement at the emotions that flittered across her face. First surprise, then worry, anger a quick second later, confusion, and finally a stubbornness that brought back the tingling sensation.

"No one, but me." she told him firmly her jaw set in a way that made her full lips perk out. Grimmjow smiled at this and his hand shot out to grip the basket she held like a holy relic in her arms. Her eyes grew panicked as he yanked it away.

"Well then I doubt you need all this," he purred amused by the despair that spread in those deep chocolate eyes. "No need to be greedy after all, besides who knows what other scavengers might come searching desperate for their and their families next meals." Not that they'd survive the trip, anyone that dared would just be killed, in fact it was a miracle the girl, Yuzu was it, hadn't been yet. Then again who said she would live much longer.

"I need all that!" she pleaded. He smiled and waved his finger in front of her enjoying himself.

"Nope, after all it's only you." He pointed out, waiting for her to admit she'd lied so he'd have an excuse to draw some blood. But apparently he'd underestimated her resolve to protect whoever she was with, after all most Hollow's killed entire groups by using one member to lure the others. The girl closed her pained brown eyes and after a few moments he sensed a change in her, when they opened his mind went mad bugging him like crazy with something. Her stubbornness was back full force.

"Anyone can afford to be greedy in this hell when they find good fortune!" she challenged, causing Grimmjow's smile to grow. Hm, perhaps she wasn't that weak. Not with her dark brown eyes glowing like that, her short soft light brown hair gently framing her face, jaw tight and stubborn, and her fists clenched as she stared at him so challengingly. Grimmjow trailed a finger down her jaw line and watched her eyes widen more than he thought possible at the gentle gesture.

"So you find our generosity less then pleasing?" he questioned. It was a dangerous question, but the girl didn't seem to want to be cautious, clearly angry now.

"Your generosity only extends to some," she told him angrily, saying the word with the same disdain Ulquiorra referred to others as trash with. Grimmjow was by now enjoying his new distraction very much, but the stiffness in his back distracted him. Ah, yes the reason he was out in the middle of his territory instead of back home in bed. He'd been heading towards Ulquiorra's to convince the selfish bastard to let him borrow the Woman's powers to heal his wounds, which still hadn't completely healed from his fight with Ichigo and Nnoitra's sudden attack seven years ago. He'd decided to take a break and enjoy his solitariness for once. As King of Distract 6 he rarely got that anymore.

"Whatever," he said and released her abruptly, causing her to fall down, once more. Giving a luxurious stretch and yawn he got to his feet, throwing the stunned girl and amused grin.

"Be happy girl, due to your entertaining nature, you get to live." He told her with a characteristic grin that hinted at his sadistic nature, it only grew as she shivered horrified. "Go on and run home, while you have the chance, believe me, no Hollow will touch for awhile." She gave him a distrustful look clearly not believing him and he chuckled. Of course, he's actually truthful and nobody believes it. It was true, that no Hollow would dare touch her or anyone close to her until his scent and reiatsu impression wore off from were he'd released it earlier. Which could take anywhere from a month to a year. After all nobody wanted to go after their King's prey.

"Well girl, do you want me to eat you?" he mocked. She stared at him a few more moments and stood grabbing her still full basket and turning to run, shoulders stiff as if she expected to be stabbed in the back. It wasn't until he was halfway to Ulquiorra's the girl long gone that he recognized the sensation. It was so obvious, he'd recognized that look, that glow, and that stubborn jaw. After all, he thought darkly, Ichigo had worn it every time they'd fought. Suddenly Grimmjow regretted letting her go. She would have been interesting to keep around. What had she said her name was? Kunieda Yuzu, he thought. Hm, he'd remember that.