It had been a year since Aizen's defeat.
Many lives had been lost, but in the end, Aizen had at last been brought down. He had disappeared in a flash of light, once Ichigo and the rest of the vizard stabbed him through at every possible angle, all at once.
After a year of normal abnormality, just chasing simple hollows and attending school, life had become peaceful again. Captains Gin and Kaname had been executed, the vizard had reestablished ties to the Soul Society.
Ichigo had even been offered the rank of captain, but turned it down. He didn't want that kind of responsibility, and that meant he'd have to stop going to school and live in the sereitei.
He liked it better on earth.
Things had worked out well...
Until the day Urahara asked Ichigo to come over to his shop.
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Kurosaki arrived in a huff, still in his soul reaper form. He had just slain another hollow, and was looking forward to some shut eye, when Urahara had sent Yoruichi over to nab him.
"This better be good-
Urahara did not hear him, as he had his back to him
"Ah, there we go!"
A loud explosion was heard from the back room.
"Hat n' clogs?! What the hell did you just do?!"
"Ah there you are, Kurosaki-san," The former captain gestured to a door. "It should be over by now. You can go in."
"What should?"
"You'll see." He replied mysteriously.
The first thing he heard when the door opened was-
"Why the hell do I look human?!"
Ichigo stiffened, then looked ahead into the darkened room.
That sounded like...
"That you... Grimmjow?"
"Shaddap, shinigami!" Snapped a voice. "Why the hell did you shinigami bring me bacK?!
The sound of bare feet padding against the floor, hurriedly, rapidly.
"Now I''m gonna kick yer ass!"
"Well, it looks like Hat n' clogs' machine worked-
"Hey hey! Don't look!"
"Hmm?"
Even a shinigami could be surprised. Granted, it took a lot to get him angry, even more for another to actually spook onr. And it was nigh impossible to deny their natural claim to human emotions. This was something Ichigo was about to learn the hard way.
The shadowy figure ducked behind the operating table, positioned on the far side of the room. When Ichigo continued to approach, the shadowy figure pulled the sheet off the table, and pulled it close around itself.
It was then that Ichigo came around the other side.
"Moron! I said don't look!"
There was no mistaking the change of pitch.
This wasn't Grimmjow!
"Oi! Who the hell're you?!"
The figure sighed, and came into the light.
It was a girl. She had light smooth light blue hair, which now cascaded down her shoulders, and bluish green markings at the corners of her eyes, which were also a deep cerulean blue. The remnants of a masked jawline could be seen on her right cheek. She was a slight thing, petite, and around the 5'7 mark.
Ichigo's jaw dropped to the floor.
"W-What the....
The defiant look in her eyes was a dead giveaway.
"Hehe. Guess you figured it out the hard way, huh?"
"G-Grimmjow?!"
"Don't act so surprised gaki!"
Ichigo jabbed a finger at her.
"B-But you-
A sharp hit to the head made him wince.
"Urusai! All hollows can change their voice!"
"But you're a girl! The hell is going on here?!"
She tied the sheet around herself, and tapped a foot impatiently, angrily. The concept of looking up at Ichigo was disconcerting, and just why did her face feel so hot? "If I ya knew I looked like this, would ya really have fought me?"
Ichigo didn't answer, his mind was still trying to comprehend the fact that his greatest rival was a girl. His mind simply refused to accept this fact and he felt like he was going to collapse.
Granted, Urahara had apparently brought Grimmjow's spirit particles back together, and made him-erm, her a shinigami, but still! This dainty thing before him looked nothing like the fierce and brutal warrior that had nearly killed him last year!
That would explain why she fought so viciously-
"S-Stop staring....She mumbled a light pink tinge on her cheeks.
"Erm, sorry." He replied, looking away, as did she.
"The hell did that shinigami bring me back for?" She hissed under her breath.
"For company!" Replied the former captain suddenly right beside them. Grimmjow curled her lip in a hiss at him, springing back into a feral crouch ready to spring.
"Eh?! You brought me back to life just for that?!"
"Kurosaki-san has been depressed lately, so I thought he'd enjoy your company." Replied the blond, cooling himself with a fan. "You were the only espada whose spirit energy still lingered in Hueco Muendo, so I decided to kill some time by bringing you back to life."
Grimmjow slashed at him with a hand when some clothes were thrown at her.
"Now please get dressed. After all, you start school tomorrow."
A moment of silence, then-
"Eh?!"
Hope you like! For a pic of female grimmjow go to:Double Trouble by ~Virte at deviantart! Review please!