Author's Note: So I had a dream during my nap and it inspired me to do this. I think I need to stop reading manga before I nap XD. Well, at least this is satisfying my need to write some GrimRuki. Though, I worry about my imagination and perverted mind sometimes. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Bleach'.
The tears on her face mingled with the rain relentlessly falling from the sky. Though her eyes were shut closed, the anguish was noticeable on her round and innocent face. The body of her newly departed sister laid on the dirty mud, the rain making her skin look deathly pale. Her cry was loud and ear-piercing, yet it fell on no the ears in the forgotten forest.
No human ears.
From the ruble of their car, a bone-cracking sound appeared. The innocent child paid no heed, the death of her sister causing her to disconnect herself from the outside world. The blood her sister had spilled began to morph, turning a deadly shade of black, or possibly something much darker than black.
The blood finally stopped its disgusting transition, revealing something that looked human. Or, an unordinary and dangerous human.
The child continued its pitiful cries, holding onto the deathly pale arm of her sister. It wasn't until a faint breath of wind and the stopping of the tragic rain, did she hear the footsteps nearing. Her large violet eyes searched around the forest quickly, her heart beat racing as fear began to consume her.
"Kuchiki Rukia."
The voice sounded more of a growl to her, and the way it said her name had the young child shaking. She was mortified of what was standing behind her, but any sight beside her sister's lifeless gaze was better at that point. Rukia turned her head, her body slowly following suit, to see a man standing a few feet away from her.
His wings were stretched out, the feathers as black and smooth as ink. His chest was bare due to the fact that he was shirtless, revealing old forgotten scars and a chiseled chest. He wore baggy black pants that barely clung to his hips, revealing the three more noticeable scars on his hips. His air was unnatural, bright shade of blue that looked as soft as silk, but unruly on his face. His eyes were narrowed at her, they seemed to be looking down at her small form, and were as light as the hair on his head. Jaw bones seemed to run down the right cheek, pale and perfectly created.
The one thing Rukia found menacing was the large smile that revealed his bright teeth.
"Kuchiki Rukia."
The man, or something Rukia could not currently name, called her again. His voice made her quiver, but she swallowed her fear before getting to her feet.
"W-Who are you?" Rukia whispered, her sister's blood running down her arm. He continued to stare down at her, before chuckling when his gaze drifted to the dead body behind her.
"What would you do ta bring back your sister?" He asked, his cruel gaze turning back to the small child. Rukia's eyes went wide, and underneath the shock, he could see the slim glimmer of hope he knew he was tugging.
"You… You can do that?" Rukia asked, looking over her shoulder to stare at the lifeless eyes of her sister.
Kuchiki Hisana had been taking care of Rukia since she herself was very young, escaping from a terrible home they shared. They may have lived in the streets, but Rukia had warmth many of the less fortunate could not obtain due to her older sister's sacrifice. Not too long ago, Hisana had fallen for a very wealthy man and he had fallen for her. As quick as a snap of a finger, Rukia and Hisana found themselves living a life they could not imagine.
Both sisters were eternally grateful of the man that had become a father figure in Rukia's eyes.
The siblings were on their way on a small trip when they found themselves in the horrible car crash that left Rukia alone once again.
So when the man said those words so effortlessly, it made Rukia want to give her most precious necklace that had a large sapphire diamond in it. She began to take the jewelry away quickly, making the man's smirk fall.
"Here! Take it! Just bring her back!" Rukia shouted, throwing the necklace at the man's feet.
He stared down at the jewel silently for a long moment, making Rukia believe she had angered him. Then, soft snickering whispered in the air before it turned into a malicious cackle of a laughter. His head was thrown back, staring up at the darken sky as his laughter echoed and surrounded them. Rukia felt more tears burning in her eyes, but she held them in as she watched him laugh.
"HAHAHAHA! You humans are so fuckin' amusin'! HAHAHA! I don't want this trash!" The man laughed, stepping on the necklace.
Rukia felt her heart shatter as the man dug his foot harder onto the jewel. He was laughing so carelessly, so happily as Rukia fought away the tears. Finally, his loud laughter stopped, but his smile was large and wide on his face.
"Then what do you want?" Rukia said.
Her breath hitched when the man disappeared, only to reappear right behind her. He loomed over her, standing in-between Rukia and Hisana's dead body. Rukia craned her neck to look up at the man, and he only snickered at her before placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You got something else I want that's more precious than that stupid necklace. Something that's more valuable. Can ya guess what it is?" He said, cocking his head to the side.
Rukia trembled harder under his gaze, his eyes seemingly staring into her very core. The man released his grip on her before turning to face the dead body on the floor. Rukia looked down as well, her eyes finally releasing the tears in her eyes.
"Ya can't expect me ta give your sister's soul back without givin' me something that equals the same amount. It ain't right. So, Imma need you to gave me something that is worth the prices of a human soul." He said, making Rukia look up at the man.
He was staring down at the body and from the corner of her eye, she saw something glowing in his hand. He lifted up his hand closer to his face and looked back down at Rukia. An orb of light seemed to be levitating in his grasp, fog circling the bright orb. Rukia's eyes widened when she saw her sister's face in the orb.
"This is her soul that I got in my hand. I can give it back ta her with no problem."
"Give that to me right now!" Rukia screamed.
Her hands desperately reached out for the orb, trying to rip it from his hands. She cried out when his free hand wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled her closer to him while pulling the orb farther away from her.
"Oh, ya want this? Gotta trade me for something I desire." He sneered, making Rukia twist in his grip.
"What do you want?" Rukia shouted, her eyes shut from the pain her wrist were given.
"Your soul. Give meh your soul and I'll give you your sister's life back."
He finally released her, making Rukia tumble back and fall on the wet mud. Her eyes stared back frighteningly at the man, her eyes staring at the black wings on his back for a moment. That was when she realized the man before her was not a man, but something much more.
"You're a demon."
This made the demon laugh, his head thrown back again as he continued to cackle. His head suddenly snapped back down to stare down at her, his smile gone and a large scowl on his face.
"Nah, what was your first fuckin' clue?"
Rukia pushed herself away from him, but was stopped when his bare foot came down on her torn jeans. He bent down to stare into her mortified eyes before grasping her chin and holding her still.
"So, wha'cha say? Give me your soul in exchange for your sister's soul. I will let you live now and take your soul when I see fit, or when you die. Or, you can live without her and lose everything you have now. I doubt that prick Byakuya would want to take care of his dead wifey's little sister. He'd kick ya out and you'll be on the street all over again. This time, without your big sis to protect you! Give me your soul and you can still have the life you have. What do you say?"
Rukia stared into his eyes, her fist digging into the earth below her. This was wrong, she was selling herself to the demon in front of her. Then, her gaze went to her sister's body and she remembered all the sacrifices she did for her. Rukia felt her heart ache and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to fight away the frightened voice in her head. She opened her eyes and stared defiantly into his eyes with a straight face.
"I will give you my soul."
Lightning brightened the darken area around them. It touched a nearby tree, successfully engulfing it in fire. It laminated the area and sky around the two. The demon grinned madly at the child before standing up straight. He brought Rukia up to her feet, holding onto her wrist as he pulled out a katana from hanging on his waist. Rukia flinched and closed her eyes when the steel shimmered above her head, only to open them when she heard it cut something else.
She watched in a strange mixture of awe and fear as the blood coming from the demon's wrist flood freely. Some of it dripped to the floor while the blood on his skin began to form into something right above the cut. The blood that had spilled from his wound had formed into a paper, fine writing staring back at her written in what seemed like blood read;
An eye for an eye.
A soul for a soul.
Let the blood on the paper bind you both together.
Allow the demon to mark you with its own scar so you can never escape its grasp.
Your soul will be given at the time he demands it to do with as he pleases.
He shall fulfill the wish you desire.
Signing this means you have agreed to the terms above.
Your soul will belong to the demon
Jeagerjaques Grimmjow
The paper suddenly zoomed toward her, stopping right in front of her gaze. She read the paper again and again, swallowing nervously as she began to understand the deal. Her eyes looked up at the demon in time to see him cut her open palm with his blade. Rukia winced as the pain shattered through left her hand, but she was able to pull her hand free from his grasp.
The demon known to her as Jeagerjaques Grimmjow crossed his arms and stared down at her. Rukia saw the look in his eyes and she could see he was waiting for her to sign the contract. She took one last glance at Hisana before dabbing two fingers into the pool of blood in her head and signing right under the words.
Kuchiki Rukia
It was written very childish, the blood causing it to look even more distorted. The contract retracted away from her and returned into the hand of the demon. He grinned at the paper before it returned back to its original form, which was blood, and slipped into the wound from where it came from. He turned his back to her before kneeling down and holding the orb above Hisana's chest.
With a flick of his wrist, the orb slipped into Hisana's body. A moment, or eternity in Rukia's eyes, passed before Hisana's eyes flickered open. Rukia smiled as she saw her sister breathing again and she ran to her side. Rukia's hand wrapped around Hisana's hand, feeling warmth returning to her sister's hand, and stared into her eyes.
"Hisana!"
Rukia laughed happily when Hisana's eyes shifted to hers slowly and smiled weakly at her.
"Rukia… You're okay… I'm so happy…"
Rukia nodded, tears running down her face and hitting Hisana's face. The sounds of fire trucks approached, making Rukia turn around.
Her eyes widened when she saw the demon she had made a deal with had disappeared. The only thing proving his existence were the footsteps on the floor beside her. Yet, Rukia tried to tell herself that what had happened did not, only to freeze when a whisper echoed in her mind.
Don't lie ta yourself. We made a deal and now your soul is mine. Don't forget me, Kuchiki Rukia and remember this name! The name of the demon you sold your soul to! Jeagerjaques Grimmjow!
A sudden pain reminded Rukia of the cut on her palm and she looked down. Her eyes revealed shock when she saw the cut glowing before the glow faded away.
Rukia laid in a hospital bed beside her sister, staring blankly at the wall as the doctor and Byakuya spoke silently. She could hear every word they spoke about her older sister. Each sentence made her remember the scar on her palm and her nails bit into the cloth that hid the stitches below it.
She shouldn't be alive…
Hisana only survived because of Rukia's desperation and the demon's ability.
It's unbelievable that she made it with the injuries…
It is, because if it weren't for the demon, Hisana would still be dead.
It's a miracle…
No, it's a curse.
If Hisana had met her end today, I would have still kept Rukia in my home…
This made Rukia fight back tears. The demon had lied to her and she was foolish enough to believe him. Now, there was no turning back.
Her soul belonged to him.
Twelve Years Later
Rukia opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling above her. Her eyes seemed distant as she remembered the night exactly twelve years ago. She closed her eyes again, her right hand covering her eyes when the demon's face flashed in mind. Rukia had not heard a word from him since that faithful night and she was very much relieved. At times, she would even forget the deal she made with him, but then the scar on her left hand glowed. Thus, reminding her again and shattering whatever happiness she had.
Rukia pushed away hair from her face before opening her violet eyes. She sat up, hearing the maids and butlers walking through the hallway steadily. She walked to the restroom attached to her room and grabbed the toothbrush on her sink. Her eyes stared at nothing and something at the same time as she scrubbed her teeth quickly. Her left hand combing down her bed hair as much as she could before she had to make her appearance down stairs.
She spat out the toothpaste into the sink, turning on the water to a subtle level and washing out her teeth. Rukia raised her head and stared into her reflection. She stared at her short hair, her left hand playing with the signature bang across her face. She sighed before walking out of the bathroom and toward her closet. Rukia did not realize the strange shadow at the edge of her bed, not even when she passed by it. She rummaged through her drawer quickly, pulling out simple clothes to wear.
The minute Rukia turned to face the bathroom door, she dropped the clothes in her hand.
Sitting on her bed with his head bowed and his wings covering his body was the demon from the night she saved her sister. He stood up and though Rukia could not see his eyes, she could see the grin on his face.
"Long time no see, Kuchiki Rukia."
His bright blue eyes stared into her dark lavender eyes.
Rukia looked down at the palm of her hand to see the scar glowing brighter than ever before. She placed it behind her back as she pressed her back against the large drawer. His wings fluttered for a moment, leaving some black feathers on the ground.
Jeagerjaques Grimmjow took a step forward and extended his hand towards Kuchiki Rukia, the contract they both had made appearing in his open palm.
"It's time to pay, Kuchiki Rukia."
Do you all hate me for stopping here? I promise to update this, but it was turning out pretty long for a simple one-shot so I had to separate it. I might update this next week, sooner if I get another chance to write like I did before. Tell me what you think.
Bai-Bai!