A/N:
Hello readers, just a quick update on the first chapter now that I have the time to fix a few things. First of all, this is my first fanfic, so I am completely open to any criticism, hopefully of the constructive variety more than the destructive, so please feel encouraged to review whether in a comment or message. Secondly, I would like to have a new chapter up each week, but no promises…I have less than wonderful internet connection for most of my day. And finally, a quick overview of the story that I am trying to develop: Grimmjow survived his wounds from Nnoitra, somehow made it to the Human World, and now has to integrate into life in the Human World or Soul Society (Seireitei, etc.) I've been batting a few ideas around on where I want this to go, such as other main characters and possible relationships and deaths, yadda yadda, so feel free to comment on the direction of this story as well. I've read and watched the Bleach series, so please forgive me if I mix up some names between the Japanese and English versions, i.e. Shinigami vs Soul Reaper or Captain vs Taicho. Once a chapter is out there, I'll work on establishing a common theme for these words and names.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, the characters from Bleach, or any other real business, organization, product, or intellectual property that I might mention throughout the story. This is a story I am writing for fun, not for monetary gain. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 1-Where is he?
He sat on the edge of a building, breathing in the cold night air of the Human World. It was full of scents and flavor that he had only experienced on his previous visits to this strange place. He could smell a mix of food and nightlife, from perfume and cologne to the stagnant smoke of machines and tobacco.
"Well…at least it smells better than that wasteland Hueco Mundo…" Grimmjow murmured to himself.
It had been a few weeks since his last fight with that orange-haired Shinigami. Just as his fight with Ichigo Kurosaki was nearing its end, Quinto Espada Nnoitra Gilga cut him down with a sneak attack. That was the last thing he remembered before waking up in this world.
"Damn! I was going to beat that punk's ass for looking down on me!" Grimmjow snarled as he pounded his fist into the roof he was sitting on. "Yet here I am, hoping that he tore Nnoitra a new one. Resorting to attacking me in such as cowardly way, that bastard deserved to die!"
In the time he's spent here, Grimmjow has picked up on a few things. He overheard that he was in fact in Karakura Town from a few humans, and he learned that it was early January by reading a newspaper.
"Tch…it seems that fool Aizen didn't succeed in taking over this place. Serves him right."
Grimmjow came to the conclusion that minimal human casualties occurred based on the lack of excitement going on. Surely if a catastrophe occurred these people would be in more of panic. However, there were still some questions that Grimmjow wanted answered.
"How is it that I ended up in this place anyways?" he wondered out loud. 'Someone must have dropped me off here, but who?' Grimmjow pondered to himself in frustration. 'My wounds were healed when I woke up, so it probably was that Orihime girl.'
At that point Grimmjow mentally slapped himself. Was he actually feeling gratitude toward that girl? That human? Over the past few days, he noticed that he was starting to think and act rather unlike himself. Without any orders or supervision, he pretty much did what he felt like, which strangely enough wasn't killing and destroying everything in sight. He mostly kept to himself, having much to think about. Without tasks or missions assigned to him anymore, he simply went back to doing one of the few things he knew how to do; killing Hollows. As an Adjuchas, Grimmjow routinely hunted and killed Hollows in order to eat them and become stronger. No longer needing them as a food source, he merely killed them to keep things quiet in the town and to pass the time.
"Maybe I should just forget about things in the past for a little bit and just enjoy this as a vacation. They probably killed or locked up Aizen anyways, and I can't sense any reiatsu belonging to Shinigami, but it smells like a few Hollows have decided to come out and play," Grimmjow announced while smirking. With that, he stood up and launched himself into the night sky with the moon shining on his face. "Old habits die hard I suppose," he said, "so let's see what kind of trouble I can get into."
The air was filled with the almost toxic reiatsu of a group of Hollows. After the invasion of Hueco Mundo, the amount of Hollows making it to the Human World had decreased considerably, but there was still the noticeable presence of them in Karakura Town. With Aizen gone and a shortage of Arrancar running around, the lesser Hollows seemed to be running amok. They have continued to feast on the souls of the recently departed as well as hunting down those who have not left their body.
"Just like old times!" Grimmjow roared as he landed elbow first on the head of the largest Hollow in the group. An audible crack emitted from the now shattered mask of the Hollow as it screeched in pain. Grimmjow sunk his fangs into its arm and ripped it off in a bloody mess. "Tastes like shit," he complained as he spat it back at its owner. With a sweeping kick at the Hollow's legs, Grimmjow planted his hands on the ground and slammed his other foot into its chest, sending it soaring into the sky.
Just as he was about to launch himself at his airborne target, two of the four remaining Hollows lunged at him, with the other two making their way down the street at a rapid pace. "Where do you think you're going?" Grimmjow spat at the two fleeing while effortlessly dodging his two attackers. With a booming use of Sonído, he had positioned himself above the Hollow in the air. Slamming his heels into its back with a flip, sending it straight towards the retreating prey, Grimmjow effectively reduced the three into a jumbled pile of flailing limbs and shrieking faces.
"Time to finish this," said Grimmjow as he subdued the final two Hollows with a few swift punches, "now go join your friends!" Grimmjow grabbed both of them by their legs and tossed them into the pile.
With one more burst of Sonído, Grimmjow appeared a few dozen feet above the mess of Hollows. The air became dense as he clenched his fists and extended both arms towards the ground. A surge of crimson energy began to swirl in front of his knuckles.
"Cero…" hissed Grimmjow as a beam of energy impaled the ground, evaporating the Hollows and leaving a sizable crater.
As he slowly descended to the ground, Grimmjow couldn't help but wonder where these Hollows were headed. They seemed to have a certain destination in mind, but where? Closing his eyes, Grimmjow attempted to sense what he thought the Hollows were attracted to. It was faint, but he felt a somewhat concentrated amount of reiatsu emanating from somewhere down the road. Not having much else to do, he decided to take a walk and explore the source of this energy that was potent enough to draw in a crowd of usually indifferent Hollows.
After a few minutes of walking, Grimmjow arrived at the epicenter of the emanating reiatsu. It was a relatively large two-story house with a blue sign across the front of it.
"…Kurosaki…Clinic," Grimmjow slowly read. "Kurosaki…where have I heard that name before?"
The sound of the glass door opening made Grimmjow immediately take a defensive position. "Oh, one of you guys," said a dark-haired girl. "Are you looking for Ichi-gaaah?"
'No fucking way!' he thought to himself. "Where…is…he?" Grimmjow demanded in a dangerously low tone as he slowly squeezed the life out of Karin Kurosaki, the younger sister of the man that he still wanted to kill.
-To be continued…
A/N:
So there is the first chapter, and I like how I ended it. I feel that it is a good bit of info that would let a reader determine if they wanted to continue or stop with this story.
Please feel free to comment, criticize, review, or flame.
Peace Out,
-FadedInsomnia