Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does, otherwise I would have re-written the TYBW arc and Bleach would have ended differently.
A/N:
Hello everyone. This is my first fanfic so please review!
The story follows what happened to Grimmjow and Nel after Ichigo defeats Aizen. It starts out shortly after Ichigo defends Grimmjow from Nnoitra in Las Noches and before a certain former Tereca Espada intervenes...
Fun fact: I was reading a Grimmjow turning into a cat story and suddenly I thought of Nel and I was wondering what happens if you combine the two? *cue maniacal laughter*
The Cat and His Girl
Chapter 1: The Discovery
Ichigo Kurosaki's luck had finally run out. His hollow mask was spent on that fight with Grimmjow and he never got the chance to be healed by Orihime in the first place. He wanted to kick himself for launching straight into a fight with Nnoitra Gilga, the Quinta Espada, instead of grabbing Nel and Orihime and taking his chances to out-shunpoing Nnoitra with a chance to recuperate later. The said Espada was about to bring his final blow down on the substitute shinigami when a bleeding blur lept in and roughly shoved a wide-eyed Ichigo out of the way.
"Ah fuck!" Grimmjow swore as the Quinta Espada slammed Santa Teresa into his side. If it wasn't for Grimmjow's hollow mask fragment near his jaw, his face would have been as wrecked as the rest of him. With blood leaking out of a wound dangerously close to his lungs, he struggled to pull his battered body into a fighting stance while gripping onto Pantera like a crutch. There, his debt with Kurosaki was paid. He hated owing people favors. Shinigami-scum especially.
"Hoh, Grimmjow," Nnoitra sneered, "Since when did you start caring about—" The leering spoon-head was cut short by a piercing crack coming from the Sexta Espada. The said person's jagged mask fragment suddenly gained a large fracture, almost splitting the fragment cleanly into two.
"Not good, really not good," Grimmjow thought. His reiatsu was already shot thanks to a certain Kurosaki. Now even more was dangerously leaking out from the break. Nnoitra's lopsided grin stretched a few more inches.
"Well, well. This isn't the first time this has ever happened to an Espada. What's going to happen to you now?" And those were the last words Grimmjow heard before his world went dark.
Grimmjow woke up with a throbbing jaw. And the first thing his eyes opened to was a waterfall of saliva pouring out of a green-haired arrancar brat.
"The hell!" he yelled, scrambling backwards, but only to find he was on all fours. Were his injuries really that bad? The sexta Espada struggled to stand before the pain hit him on his right side.
"Damn," he thought aloud, "This sure is fucking humiliating." But still, it looked like most of the major wounds had closed off. The girl's drool seemed to have some healing properties despite how revolting the method seemed to be. He looked around, was it just him or did Hueco Mundo look larger than usual? He was also positive the arrancar brat didn't used to be at his eye level.
"Whoa, Nel thinks the kitty talked!"
Grimmjow broke from his train of thought to find the same brat staring at him like he was some freak show. He was getting pissed fast.
"Fucking say that again, I dare ya," he growled.
"No, Nel is serious, kitty even sounds like the Sexta Espada Grimmjow Jeagerjaques," Nel reasoned. Her eyes were growing wider and wider by the second as she started to think of something. Grimmjow's already thin patience was wearing out. He hated it when people cracked jokes about his resurrection.
"I AM the freakin sexta Espada ya b—huh?" He caught sight of two gray paws underneath him. And just how the hell did a cat get underneath him? Wait, when he moved his right hand, the right paw moved. When he moved his left hand, the left paw moved. A sudden realization hit him. He quickly scanned his surroundings. There. His eyes zoomed in by the puddle of healing drool next to Nel. It would have to do. Ignoring the pain he felt on his right side, Grimmjow crawled towards the small puddle and looked hard at his reflection. His next words definitely confirmed his theory.
"WHY THE FUCK AM I A FUCKING CAT!"
A/N:
Dun, dun, dun... so there you have it. Please review and tell me if you like it! It's been a while since I've dropped by, so I've updated some old text :)