This is my first fan-fiction, and I'm currently re-writing it, so I'm not sure how often new chapters will be written. Beware of OC-ness in these characters since I'm not that good at this. XD


"You have disappointed me, yet again, Grimmjow," Aizen addressed the teal haired man that stood a few feet from where he sat on his throne-like chair. Beside him, of course, were his closest subordinates; Gin and Tosen.

Grimmjow, with an even expression, just stared up at the "leader" of the Arrancar. He knew that consequences might come his way if he supposedly disobeyed the former shinigami captain, but he did not care. It was nothing that he really worried about.

"I've let a lot of things slide, and until recently they have just been piling up against you. But now…" Aizen took a moment to chuckle a bit. "It has been too many times. I can see you do not know your place and you cannot go without punishment." In the back of Grimmjow's mind, his instincts told him to run as fast as his legs could take him, however he promptly ignored it. Leaning on one side of the armrest, Aizen smirked down at the sixth Espada.

Suddenly, Grimmjow started to feel a case of extreme dizziness as he held his head in pain. Vision blurring, he looked up at the shinigami before him. Damn him! Grimmjow thought, Damn him and that smirk of his. What the hell…did he do…And with that thought, the sixth Espada collapsed onto the marble floor.

"Ulquiorra, do take care of him," Aizen said with a wave of his hand; dismissing both the unconscious Grimmjow, and the fourth Espada, that was at the back of the room. With a nod, both Espada disappeared.

Grimmjow started to come to his senses and as soon as his vision returned, he could see that he wasn't in Heuco Mundo anymore. The first place that came to his mind was the human world. It was the only place he could think of that was this loud and annoying. Grimmjow could hear the dull roar of a few cars further away. He became cold quickly when he noticed that he was laying halfway in a large puddle of rain water in an alley-way. His vision blurred in and out while he dragged himself out of the pool of water.

As he did so, the action seemed strange to him. It appeared that his thumbs were numb, and were unable to move much, if at all. He looked at his hand to identify the problem. His vision, still slightly blurry, could only see vague shapes as Grimmjow clenched his hands together. He tightly closed his eyes, and groaned as a shiver went down his spine when a cool breeze brushed past him. He opened them again to see that his vision had cleared. His relief was soon replaced with confusion as he peered at cute little paw-pads instead of his palms. "What the fuck?" he howled.

Small movement on his backside made his head whip around to see a fluffy, thin white tail lying between his back paws. A burst of energy exploded in his body as he turned around to look into the murky puddle behind him. He could vaguely see the outline of a small face, large round eyes, and long ears on top of his head. Grimmjow didn't know quite how, but Aizen had transformed the sixth Espada into a small, cute kitten.

He was suddenly speechless. He was trapped in the human world as such a weak creature. He slashed at his reflection in the dirty water, and soon found half of it splashed him back in the face, only improving his mood even further. Fury boiled in Grimmjow's stomach as he thought about what he could do to Aizen when he returned to Heuco Mundo. Out of instinct, he brought a paw up to wipe the water off his face. His thought process was interrupted as he heard a loud yell behind him.

It just so happens that a pair of drunks were walking home when they stumbled upon the small feline. "Oi!" the one yelled. "Look'a dat!" His pal could only muster a dumb smile on his face as Grimmjow could have sworn that his eyes were looking in opposite directions. "Aeh cat! Aeh reel cat!" the first drunk said as if he had never seen one before. They were obviously too drunk to remember much of anything, actually. The second took a few quick steps towards Grimmjow, but that appeared far too difficult a task for the man.

He tripped over his own feet as he fell into a few trashcans near-by, and face planted into the ground. Grimmjow was able to leap out of the way as a trash lid almost landed on top of him. He panted as the large object finally settled next to him.

"Awe, kitteh-cat!" the first man yelled again, apparently not very worried about his friend that was now merely lying there, possible passed out. "Come back!" he called to the fleeing Grimmjow. He reached out, as if to stretch his arm out and grab the kitten, but he too lost his balance, and fell onto the ground.

At first, Grimmjow thought of killing both of the fools where they lay, but he remembered he was no longer in his normal body. He then convinced himself that the men were not worth his time, and took his leave from the alley. While walking on all fours wasn't very hard, Grimmjow found that running was a much different story. He often tripped over his own feet, or lost his balance. The frustrated cat resorted to a fast walk, as it was much easier in this new body.

He felt his tail flick in annoyance. "That bastard," he hissed. "When I get back, I'm going to rip that smirk right off your god damn face." He stopped as he heard a large clash of thunder above in the early night sky. Grimmjow hadn't noticed that the sun was almost below the horizon, and heavy, dark clouds had moved in. It looked strange to watch the clouds move so swiftly. Never had he seen Heuco Mundo's sky ever change so rapidly. There were always a few small, slow drifting clouds, but never had he seen clouds like these.

He wondered why the clouds would be such a strange color. Just as the thought entered his mind, a large rain drop landed upon the cat's back. Grimmjow leaped higher than he thought possible as he turned around looking for the fool that would mess around with him. He scanned the landscape to find nothing other than a small mouse run into the small hole in the wall a few feet away. Just as he was about to take his anger out on the smaller creature, a few other raindrops fell upon his body.

He growled as he spun around, expected to find another animal after him, but instead, he was welcomed by the sight of a bright lightning strike and a wall of moving water moving towards him. Grimmjow had never seen such a thing, and was surprised that the small objects falling from the sky was water. His fur absorbed it, and the espada suddenly felt the cool water drip onto his bare skin. It made his body feel heavy, and much colder than he was when he was laying in the puddle.

More thunder and lightning flashed above him, as he felt a strange emotion in the pit of his stomach. What was this? Fear? Grimmjow had never heard or even experienced a thunderstorm before. He didn't quite understand any of what was going on, or why water was falling from the sky. He quickly found a small house near-by that was sitting on a large patch of strange green spikes. He was almost hesitate to step onto them, but as rain battered his small body, he had to choice. The feline took a mad dash for the home. Now that he was a bit closer, he could see that the home was sitting on stilts, and there was plenty of room for him to take shelter underneath. After tripping over his paws a few times, and slipping on the wet ground, he crouched in the crawlspace. Disgusted that he was soaked to the bone, and had mud clinging to his white fur, but he finally made it. Normally mud and a little water wouldn't bother Grimmjow, but in this body it made him feel slow and heavy.

Only a few feet away, the large raindrops continued to pelt into the ground. For the first time since he arrived into the human world, he felt a bit calm. Something about the dark, small crawlspace made him feel at home. He laid down onto the dry ground, slightly thankful for stumbling upon this place. Things must be looking up, after all. Now that he was out of the rain, he found the sound of the rain hitting the ground quite lulling. His eyelids became heavy, and he found his mind slowly fogging up. No matter how many times he tried to stay awake, he could do nothing against his powerful instincts. The last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep was a distant bang of thunder.


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