Hello! (^-^*)
This idea came in such a random way! I loved it! It is a Supernatural/Romance/Gore. So for those sensitive readers turn back now.
Warning: Sexual content, strong language, maybe some OOCness, gore
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having lovely sex every damn day. Plus Orihime and Ulquiorra would have been together by now.
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TWO MONTHS EARLIER.
"Just in! The mysterious killer that goes by the name of Tensa Zangetsu has been captured. He was found standing over the dead body of Kaien Shiba, Lieutenant of the 13th Division of the Gotei 13. The ones' responsible for his capture were Kuchiki Rukia, 13th Division and Abarai Renji, Lieutenant of the 6th Division. By the time they arrived, Tensa Zangetsu had already carried out his ritual of skinning the flesh of the face of his victim, gorging out everything from eyes to tongue leaving only the clean bone and painting scars with the victim's blood. His true identity has been discovered, the infamous Tensa Zangetsu is a 22 years old Karakura local whose real name is Kurosaki Ichigo. That's all we know for the meantime. Stay tuned for more."
The dark haired woman remained seated as the camera went off. The female pulled out her phone from the inside pocket of her jacket, glancing from side to side briefly she hastily dialled a number. It rang a couple times before someone answered.
"Yes~", a playful voice sang.
"We're all set to go", she whispered.
Silence stretched the line. She could hear the smile cross his face as her words set in. "Good. Now all we have to do is wait."
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ONE MONTH EARLIER.
The orange haired male sat extremely still as the heavy set door swung open. The sound of the orderly's nervous breathing echoed within the small, confined room, his blue eyes darted back and forth between the man before him and the only exit. A lone droplet of sweat trickled down the side of his thin face, licking his suddenly dry lips. Carefully, the orderly withdrew a syringe from the pocket of his loosely hanging oversized white shirt. Clasping it tightly in his shaking hands, he moved cautiously across the padded ashen ground, his heart rate escalating with each step. The orderly hesitated, stopping right in front of the captive his orbs roamed over him.
The seated male had shaggy yet spiky orange locks that brushed the nape of his neck and bangs that hid his eyes. His mouth was concealed as was the rest of his body below his eyes under a constricting white overall; a small, dark zipper lined the area where his mouth supposedly was. His skin was surprisingly tanned despite his lack of exposure to sunlight since he arrived. From head to toe, thick, bulky metal chains bound his body until his neck. Everything was skin tight on the amber haired male.
Falling back abruptly, the man dropped the syringe and gasped sharply. A pair of large brown eyes stared questioningly straight at him. They weren't emotionless or full of killing intent like he'd been warned by the others; instead the eyes were filled with an eerie calm and something that he couldn't indentify. If he had to guess, it would have been regret, but he shook the thought quickly, knowing that this man wouldn't feel such a thing. The eyes shifted their gaze to the open door then to the syringe on the floor. The chained man tilted his mouth onto his shoulder where he rubbed softly, pulling the zipper open. The orderly remained frozen, his eyes intently watching the man's tongue slip out from behind the mask.
"Are you gonna sit there all night or give me my shot?"
The chocolate eyed man's chilling baritone sent shivers of fear down his spine. However, his silky voice wasn't what shocked him the most; it was the blackish-blue wet appendage he'd seen. Swallowing thickly, he reached forwards and took the discarded injection in his numbing fingers.
"If you don't hurry, he'll wake up and then you'll pay."
Hyperventilating, the orderly stood up on trembling legs, taking cautious steps towards the amber haired male. Uncapping the needle, he positioned it correctly in his hand and bent down to eye level. Bit by bit, he moved his arm up to the man's neck. The tip of the needle broke through the fabric of the clothing with a soundless tear. He could feel the sharp tip prodding against the soft yet firm skin of the constraint man. His heart beat came to a stop when he glimpsed up into the eyes of the orangette.
One eye with a brown iris and white sclera. One eye with a yellow iris and black sclera.
"Time's up fucker."
The ominous voice didn't even register to the blue eyed man until he was thrown onto the cushioned floor. Coming to his senses, he immediately struggled to make an escape but found his body was useless. Glancing upwards, he watched in terror as the heterochromatic eyed male sat in a kneeling position on his body.
"What should we do King?" The ill-omened voice said.
The coffee coloured eye narrowed as it scanned over the man below it while the other eye focused on the open door.
"The only thing that we know best. But I'm going to do it", the beautiful voice that the orderly heard earlier was back.
"Fuck King, you always get the fun shit. Alright but I get to watch."
Tears streamed down the man's cheeks as he watched the orangette's eyes wrinkle at the corners, a sign of genuine happiness. His body shuddered violently, his hands locked in place. All he wanted was to get away from this man. He didn't want to be the one to give him his injection. He just wanted everything happening to him to just end. His breathing came out in short, spasmodic intervals when he realised that his fate was ultimately sealed.
"So your name's Hanataro?" The pleasant voice said, both eyes were focused on his nametag. "I have nothing against you, it's just you picked the wrong time to come here that's all. Forgive me in your next life."
The heterochromatic eyed male lunged forward, locking his teeth into the flesh of the smaller man's neck. Hanataro let out a choked scream, his arms waving wildly as he tried to pry off the head below him. Pain vibrated through his body like a shock wave, he could feel something icy yet blazing run within his veins. The smaller male could feel blood pooling in his lungs, he wheezed for air as it left him faster than it arrived. A quick flex of the jaw around him and his throat was crushed. The crimson liquid dribbled out the side of his mouth. Hanataro's lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling in an endless horror.
The sound of thundering footsteps piled into the room, then silence. The orangette bit down deeper into the relaxed flesh before drawing back, ripping out the dead man's windpipe as he did so. He fell back into his former position, spat out the throat and licked his lips. Blood stained the front of his white suit, spreading through the material like a plague. Raising his head, a grin pulled at his concealed mouth directed towards the red head in front of him.
The man wore a black suit, a red camellia on the left breast pocket with a white shirt underneath. An arm band was attached to his left forearm written 6th Division Lieutenant. His ruby locks were tied into a high ponytail that looked like a pineapple. Tattoos littered his skin, from his eyebrows travelling down his neck disappearing under his dress shirt. The pineapple haired male's violet eyes narrowed, a scowl pinched his brows together. His lips were curled back in disgust and resentment, barring his teeth. In his hand he held a .45mm pistol with a chain attached to the handle that trailed up his sleeve. The man's fingers tightened as the blood on the cushioned floor flowed, creating a red map.
"Renji", the amber haired male said. "I enjoyed the little snack you sent me. Now all I need is a clean uniform and I'm good to sleep."
Renji walked to the seated man and rammed the butt of his gun onto the side of the man's head. The blow tilted his head slightly before he cracked his neck a bit. Blood trickled leisurely down from his forehead.
"You fucking piece of trash!" The red head snarled. "We've put up with the other two you killed but now you've gone too far. You're being transferred somewhere where you can be with your own kind."
The other men in the room had guns aimed at the orangette as their Lieutenant walked out of the room. A different group entered with a body bag and carefully took the cadaver away. Unknown to all of them in the area, the constricted man smiled at the thought of being relocated to the only place his 'kind' could go.
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"Breaking news, we received a report that the recently captured psychopathic killer known by Tensa Zangetsu is being transferred from his cell in the Gotei 13, Seireitei to the Las Noches Criminal Mental Institution in Hueco Mundo located on the outskirts of Karakura. I'm Lisa Yadomaru."
"And I'm Isane Kotetsu with the breaking news. According to the reports that we've received from Captain Soi-Fon of the 2nd Division in charge of the holding cell, he killed four inmates along with three orderlies. Tensa Zangetsu's latest kill was Hanataro Yamada who worked in the 4th Division", Isane continued.
"Yes but what they found even stranger was that he killed Yamada whilst confined in a straightjacket. As far as we know, the orderly had his throat crushed and removed from his body", Lisa said in amazement.
"Captain-Commander G.S. Yamamoto was the one who gave the order for the criminal to be sent to Las Noches to be under the watchful eye of Sosuke Aizen, former Captain of the 5th Division."
"I wonder how Zangetsu will do there considering that it is home to the infamous Espada gang."
"Captain Kuchiki of the 6th Division commented on his reaction to his being moved saying, and I quote, 'I'm more concerned about the inmates then of this man.'"
"Thank you Isane. That's all we have for now. I'm Lisa Yadomaru."
"And I'm Isane Kotetsu."
"Stay tuned for more updates."
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PRESENT DAY.
Ichigo could feel every bump, crack and turn as the van drove. He couldn't hear, see nor move, but being wrapped completely like a mummy didn't stop him from intimidating the guards within the vehicle. Every now and then they'd poke him with the barrel of their guns to try and get a reaction out of him. A couple of the more violent guards would hit different areas of his frame as payback for killing some of their own. Not that he minded. The mummified male allowed them to do as they pleased because it allowed him to sink deeper into his mind, the depths that most normal humans would never dare enter. His consciousness was his safe haven from the world; the only place he could be free from the restraints that society casts on his kind.
The van jerked to a stop before he got a chance to get into his inner world. He felt the doors swing open and the vibrating of the guards steps as they exited. Two pairs of arms grabbed his shoulders and pulled him out; his feet were lowered to the ground, the arms tightening their grip on him. The atmosphere around him became stiff and tense, as if a cold wind whipped through the group. Immediately the clasps for the mask on his face were released and tugged over his head. Without opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings; he could hear the hesitant breathes of his security, the crackle of footsteps on the pavement and the unusual steady breathing of one, no two individuals, he could smell the sweat pouring from the sentries and strong cologne. Finally, the orangette opened his brown eyes, not allowing them to adjust to the light and stared straight at the man in charge.
Aizen Sosuke stood at the astonishing height of 6'2"; his back erect. His dirt brown hair was slicked back, with a few strands falling in a wave down the middle of his face. His equally brown eyes were narrowed as they scanned the male before him. Aizen wore a full black suit including his tie, shirt and shoes that were hand-made Italian leather. His arms were hidden behind his back, almost as if he was hiding something. The left side of his jacket was slightly larger than the right side, a difference that was barely visible. It concealed a gun. Ichigo nearly snorted at the attempt to keep it veiled. It would have been better and maybe a little more threatening if it was out in the open.
Next to the former captain was a silver haired male that went by the name of Ichimaru Gin, also a former captain of the Gotei of the 3rd Division. He was Aizen's most loyal companion; however companion was too familiar for them, more like a follower hanging onto the auburn haired male's every word. Gin had his usual fox-like grin, which stretched across his mouth not showing a single tooth. His eyes were completely closed, making many wonder if he could even see at all. His clothing was the same as his boss', a black suit and tie; though his shirt was neon green that seemed completely incongruous in the serious situation he was in.
"Kurosaki Ichigo", Aizen stated. His voice came out in what sounded like a suggestive tone. "Or would you rather be called Tensa Zangetsu?"
"Call me whatever floats your boat."
He smirked at the comment before taking a few strides forward, until he was directly in front of the notorious serial killer. "Ichigo it is then. I hope you enjoy your stay here because it will be your home from now on. Come; let me take you to your 'room'."
He turned on his heel, not waiting for a response. For a couple seconds there was no movement, until a guard cocked his gun at the orangette's back, bent down and undid the clasps on his legs allowing him to walk on his own. Gin remained where he was until the wrapped man got to his side. Each guard was tenser than normal, which made Ichigo curious to know why. From what he had read in the papers and saw on the television, Aizen was a dangerous man, but it didn't explain the behaviour. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they were in a facility that housed some of the world's most treacherous criminals that could not only damage a person physically but mentally as well.
Without warning, Aizen stopped in his track through the plain white hallway. There were no windows or doors along the corridor, but it was possible to make out a black gate just a hundred metres down with a figure seated behind a desk. He turned his attention to the head sentry of the group, eyeing him up and down.
"Untie him."
The men looked confused at the command. "Pardon sir?" The head of the party asked.
"Untie Ichigo. I rather have him able to move more freely on his own, this is his home now after all."
The men did as he asked. Slowly, they completely unbound his legs, moving up to his arms plastered to his side. Folding the wrappings, they all lifted their guns a little higher in case he tried something. Now free of the constraints, Ichigo straightened out his arms over his head, taking pleasure in the hitch in his securities breath. The long sleeved white shirt dropped at his shoulders, exposing his smooth skin. Baggy matching drawstring trousers sat provocatively on his hips; they were long enough to pool at his feet covering the grey sneakers.
Unconsciously, the brown eyed former captain licked his lips. 'Much better.' "Now allow me to explain a few things to you Ichigo", he said, walking off again. "For now you will be placed in your own cell among the others. If you show decent behaviour then I will permit you a roommate."
"A cell among the others?" Ichigo repeated. "I want confinement!"
"I know. That is exactly why I refuse to give it to you." He slowed his walked until he was next to the younger male. Catching his eye, he lowered his voice almost like a hiss. "This is my place, my rules. Don't like it, I can always kill you. In Las Noches, I am God. Submit to me and your life here will be pleasant."
If he'd been any younger and innocent, Ichigo thought he might have shit himself. Repressing a smirk, he nodded at the man. Knowing that this was how the man was, made his plan so much easier than he originally thought. They passed through the gate, not even sparing the worker a glance. The group travelled down another hallway before branching off to the left. Finally they reached a large, steel double-door with a keypad.
"Gin."
The said male moved forward, swiping a card and entering a code. The door clicked open but none of them moved. None of this escaped the orangette as he memorized the code.
"Through here is the courtyard. Try not to get killed on the first day."
With that, Aizen stepped forward and the doors automatically drew open at his presence. The sound of shouting immediately decreased at his appearance, each person in the quad turned to face him, dropping whatever activity they were previously doing. Some were playing basketball, others gambling with cigarettes and bottles of alcohol, while on the far side there were some ramming into one another from behind. All signs of life stopped.
"Thank you for your attention", Aizen called out condescendingly. "I am here to add a new member to our family, try not to kill him please."
At that, Gin grabbed Ichigo's arm and pulled him out onto the platform to be seen. Every set of eyes widened at the man, they all knew who he was. They were not completely sure of what he was capable of but from what they could tell, he was nothing more than a pretty boy. Nevertheless they knew he was somehow important if the big man himself came to see the brat off, which was definitely not something that ever happened. The silver haired man gave the orangette a push towards the stairs. If the chocolate eyed male didn't know any better, he could have sworn that Gin's eyes opened and his smile got larger. Shaking his head, the toffee eyed male jumped down the stairs two at a time. As he reached the bottom, he turned back to glance up at Aizen and noticed that he was gone, the door shut once more.
Directing his attention back to the people in front of him, he realized that they were all still carefully watching him. His eyes scanned the area until he spotted the group he was looking for crowded against the wall in the centre. Leisurely, he strolled across the yard, now paying no heed to those around him. An arm shot out and latched onto his own, halting his track.
"Where do ya think ya goin'?"
"To your fucking mother's house", he stated.
"Ya got a mouth on ya. I like tha'", the man chuckled.
"Let me go and you won't lose your arm."
"I wanna see ya try-!"
Twisting his hand in the man's grip, Ichigo ran his fingers up the man's arm and dug them into his forearm. His orange bangs shielded his eyes, so that no one noticed the sudden change in his eye colour. With a quick jerk of his arm backwards, the other man's limb tore from its socket with a pop followed by a cracking of the bone. The man fell to the ground, screaming and clawing at the place where his arm once was. The others could do nothing but watch silently. Throwing the useless appendage to the side, the orangette glanced up, his eyes normal again. He then stepped over the male and continued on his way to the other side. Soon, he stopped a few metres before the group giving very little attention to them. His goal was only one of them.
"I want to speak to Pantera."
The statement echoed through the courtyard, even the man who was bleeding on the ground was quiet, either dead or silenced by the name. Everyone knew who he was. The man was probably by far the most feared person in the world at the moment. Even though he'd only been locked away in Las Noches for only a year and a half, his wanted poster was still hung everywhere so that the public knew who he was and what he looked like in case he ever did escape from the institution. It was still unknown how he was caught. He avoided every form of law enforcement for nine years. So the question in everyone's mind was, why did he let himself get caught?
"And who do you think you are demanding something like that?" The large guy who sat at the edge of the picnic table shouted.
Giving the man a short look, Ichigo realized that the man was Yammy Llargo, also known as the décimo Espada. Many often thought that because of his size, he was quite strong however; he was the weakest of the group. Meaning that he wasn't worth any of Ichigo's time.
"Let me speak to Pantera or I'll come there and get him myself."
A low groan erupted from the other side of the table. Due to the other members who were either seated or standing around the bench, his view was obscured.
"Can't a guy get any fucking sleep around here?" The voice mumbled.
"Tensa Zangetsu is here to speak with you", said the pale ebony haired male.
The orangette's orbs flickered to the man. Ulquiorra Cifer, known as the cuarto Espada. Despite the man's thin build and height, he was one of the strongest of the group. He was completely emotionless which made it impossible to know exactly what the man was thinking.
Movement by the corner by Yammy caught Ichigo's attention as the man he was looking for came into view. The first thing he noticed was Pantera's wild neon blue hair that was pulled back and spiked off in various directions, trailing down until it rested mid-back. His eyes were closed and his aristocratic nose wrinkled as he yawned widely, revealing his sharp teeth and even longer and sharper canines. The large muscles on his arms were clearly visible thanks to the dirty white wife beater. His legs were hidden by the white jumpsuit, where the top half was tied round his waist. Underneath his shut eyes were teal coloured tattoos. As his orbs opened, Ichigo felt his breath catch in his throat. They were blue. But not just any blue, they were every kind of blue he could imagine. Cerulean, azure, sapphire, cobalt, navy. It reminded him of an endless oceans abyss. Mysterious, yet deadly.
"Tensa Zangetsu huh? Not how I thought you'd look", Pantera said looking over the man. His voice was deep and chilling; soothing and nerve-wrecking. "What can I do for you?"
"Are you the shut-call around here?"
"And if I am?"
A smirk tugged at the orangette's lips. "No reason. Just wanted to know who's in charge around here."
He turned around and ambled his way over to the chain-linked fence where no one stood. The Espada watched his movement carefully, assessing his abilities. The blue haired male couldn't stop the smile that threatened to mask his face. It had been a while since anyone has perked his interest. And this little guy caught his attention in more ways than one.
"Yo Zangetsu!" He shouted.
The said male, stopped but didn't turn around. "Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Well Kurosaki, welcome to hell. I shall be your guide into insanity. The name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."
Giving him a half-wave, he continued until he was an inch from the barrier. Grimmjow couldn't help the large grin that weaved onto his lips. There was something sinister about that Kurosaki character; his gut told him to be wary of the man and he would be, but not before he got a taste of the younger male. Throwing Ulquiorra a knowing gaze, Grimmjow sat back on the bench, keeping his eyes on the orange haired male. The dark haired male gave a curt nod, walking over to the prisoners' door to the courtyard.
Once certain that he wouldn't be disturbed, the mocha eyed male allowed his left eye to change colour into the yellow iris. His fingers curled on the fence as he braced himself.
"King…?" The dark voice whispered in his mind.
"I've got him", Ichigo said.
"That was faster than expected. I figured that he would take some time to get."
"Same. Now it's your turn to take over until I get the signal. In the mean time, talk with the Old Man. He should be able to find out more than we can at the moment."
"Alright King, I just hope that those guys know what the hell they're doing", the sinister voice said.
"Me too Shiro."
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