This is the first chapter in my first fanfiction O.o If you read is, please let me know what you think! =)

The plot I have made for this story will run along with the real plot of the series, with some twists and turns.

What happens in this chapter is right before Grimmjow is first seen in the series. I will try my best to keep Grimmjow in character in this fanfic!

Enjoy and thanks! =D

Chapter 1: The Creature

The moon shone brightly over the ocean of sand that reached out to the horizon. It was a dark and cold night with heavy storm clouds gathering in the black sky. A fierce wind made the naked trees shiver, bringing with it grains of sand that danced mockingly in circles around them. The grey light from the moon brought life to the shadows, and as they grew, they threw themselves over the desert waves. The shadows of the trees stretched like wicked claws after the grains in the wind, as if too catch them.

In the far distance a white castle could be seen. It would seem quite small in the dry, open lands, but as one would come closer, the castle would grow larger until it reached the size of a mountain hill.

The wind travelled towards the castle, hovering over the land, frequently diving up in the air, making a sand-fog that would blind anyone in its midst. The wind crept further and further. Eventually, it reached the castle walls, and made its way upward and inside between the bars of a window. Deeper, until it could touch a creature sitting alone in the dim lit room. The creature reacted to the coolness it suddenly felt, and went to the other side of the room to get the cape that hung over the bedpost.

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When she first got collected by the Arrancars and came to Hueco Mundo, it was more or less of her own free will. Still, she was a prisoner, and she was kept here by the interest of Aizen Sosuke. She still didn't know, what his purpose for keeping her here was, but she was most certain it had to do something about her being different. Prisoner or not, she didn't mind staying here as long as food was served at her door every day, and she had a proper bed to sleep in. This is a cell? Hell, it looks better than my home, was her first thought when they threw her in and locked her up.

The only thing she would put her finger on about staying in Hueco Mundo was the plain, white and black clothes they gave her and the fact that she wasn't allowed to leave her room, ever. She knew too well that the last one wouldn't be any problem. Leaving this place wasn't a desire she had at the time speaking; at least she wouldn't plan an escape until she had things figured out.

An echo of footsteps was heard coming from the end of the corridor, drawing closer and closer. She didn't react to the sound and kept staring drowsily at the moon outside the window, deep in though. The door was opened, silently. The man who entered was carrying a small tray with some baked bread with jam, and a glass of water. He dropped the plate on the glass table besides the couch, making a loud clinking noise. The girl woke up from her dreaming and looked at the man.

"Here's your meal," he said carelessly.

He was dressed in clothes that resembled the one she had gotten, and what all the other Arrancars in Hueco Mundo wore. She had never been surrounded by such a colourless environment, white, black and grey was all there was. It didn't bother her too much, though; it made it very easy to spot out and appreciate the few things that actually had some colour. Like this man's hair for instance, azure and bright. Almost the same colour of the cold and bored eyes of his.

She didn't thank him for bringing the food, just gave him a look.

"Hell you looking at?" he said annoyed.

She just turned her head and stared back at the moon, ignoring him. There was a pause. The man bowed his head slightly, facing the floor, closing his eyes, and with a dark tone he said:

"You know… you better show some respect for your superiors." He looked up again and met her stare.

"You'd care if I showed you any gratitude for the food you have been bringing me every day for the last week?"

Her eyes went from his face, down to his feet, and up again as she said "you". He smirked dangerously.

"Careful, now, or you'll regret it," he warned.

"So you do care? Funny… you seemed like the typically cold type that doesn't give a shit about anything," she said ironically. And to herself she mumbled silently:

"Superior… hah…"

In a split of a second he had his hand around her throat, pushing her up against the wall. He gave her a deadly look while she started gasping for air, her desperate dark grey eyes begged him to let go. He smiled at her struggling, enjoying her face expressions and the whimpers that escaped her mouth. She tried to open his grasp and buried her nails in his skin. He didn't flinch. He didn't feel a thing. His skin was so thick with reiatsu; her nails could never pierce it.

Suddenly his smirk vanished and he froze, panic in his eyes. The girl got her chance to force herself out of his rigid hand and fell to the floor coughing and breathing. She looked up at him in wonder, before she got on her feet and took a few steps away from him. She waited till she could see him move again. He turned his head slowly to look at her, a little puzzled.

"What did you see?" she asked silently, face serious.

"What the hell are you?"

She looked at him without saying anything.

Silence.

"Grimmjow…" she whispered eventually.

"How the he…" he said. He was starting to get back to normal and turned to approach her, suspiciously, almost careful.

"Hold it," she said, gesturing him to stop.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"You were killing me"

"I was playing"

"You caught me off guard"

"Stupid woman," he said lowering his voice.

Another silence.

She had not intended this to happen, but he had left her no choice. I was playing, he had said. Idiot, she though. I'm an idiot! Why did I let my guard down? Thoughts of escaping came sooner than she anticipated. Now. No… I can't… not yet. Sure there were things she could do, but no one, no one knew of what she just did to this man, this Grimmjow. She had seen him so clearly. What if he gave her away? No, he couldn't, …I would know. The secret she had protected for so long, I've given myself away. Why did I do it! Kushou, kushou, kushou…

Grimmjow stood still, thinking. His face was angry, confused, almost disgusted. The girl grew nervous as she watched his face change. She knew he would understand with time. I have to get rid of him before that happens. As the thought came, he raised his head and looked at her, eyes full of spite. He took a few steps closer.

"You have a name?"

"Takahashi…," the girl hesitated giving it away.

"Takahashi Yukiko?" he asked darkly.

Yukiko's eyes grew wide in fear.