Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach and all its associated characters. This story is for entertainment value only, and in no way will the writer of this fanfiction get money for writing this story.
Warning: This fanfiction will include themes not suitable for minors. Including, but not limited to, gay sexual themes, heterosexual themes, violence, torture, swearing, blood, gore and other adult themes. Please note, that this fiction may not include these as well, and before each chapter there will be a list of warnings.
Full Summary: Grimmjow Jaggerjack, a general for the new king of the Hollow Kingdom, is tasked to observe the Inoue Kingdom's princess; but he meets a hot tempered shield-maiden that ignites his deepest passions. More so, when Tatsuki Arisawa meets his passion with equal ferocity. Yet, an unknown enemy is striking at the hearts of the Hollow Kingdom, the Soul Kingdom, and the Human Kingdom without remorse, causing tension on all fronts and unlikely alliances to form.
*This FanFic will be a part of a much larger story with many more Fics with many more pairings that will hopefully create a cohesive story that doesn't require the reader to read all of them, but it would just be helpful. It's kind of like a series of Romance Novels.
Additional Warnings: Mature Language and Adult Themes.
CHAPTER 1
Grimmjow sat at the long table in a perpetual mood of aggression. Day to day life without fighting was making the blue haired panther irritable. It didn't help that just about everyone he hated was also sitting at the meeting table. He wasn't even going to pay attention to whatever Aizen had to say, so there was really no point to even being within ten kilometers of the meeting room in the first place. Not that it was a good excuse to miss a meeting. Grimmjow was tired of being the only one to be punished on a daily basis.
None the less, when the "king" started the meeting, the blue haired teenager tuned him out; only paying attention when mentions of upcoming battles. That was the only thing that managed to get his attention these days. Fighting, the thrill of beating your opponent into submission or death, whichever came first. Grimmjow was thinking about a particularly grueling battle within the Kingdom of Hollows when the "king" said something about an upcoming tournament in the Kingdom of Humans for the Inoue clan.
Normally, the panther wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to the trivial workings of the Human Kingdom, but something in the "king's" voice caught his attention. There were very few moments when Aizen captured the attention of his knights like this. It could only mean that he was planning something. Knowing this, Grimmjow listened closely to what the "king" had to say.
"The tournament will determine the Inoue clan's princess' body guard. That person is irrelevant compared to the princess herself. She has the potential to be incredibly valuable in the future, but her worth must be tested first." Aizen's voice was sickeningly polite. "I will need one of you to test her, before I decide to take further action."
There was a long moment of silence before anyone volunteered for the job. Grimmjow certainly didn't want to do it. How tough could the girl be, he thought. I mean the pampered brat had princess in her name. No, Grimmjow did not want to do this job at all.
"No, Ulquiorra, I have a different job for you. One that only you can do. Perhaps, Grimmjow, I think your skills would be most suited to what I have in mind for the Inoue Princess." Grimmjow wanted to protest, to have someone else do it, but the tone in the "king's" voice left no room for argument.
"Tch, what do you need me to do?"
Blue eyes scanned the cheerful area. All of these people were annoying him. They were all smiles and excitement for the upcoming festival. A festival honoring their brat princess. The panther was placated by the fact that he could terrorize these overly cheerful people. All he had to do was not get caught.
So Grimmjow sat as patiently as he could for the sun to reach its highest point. Then he would give the signal, and he and his servants would have fun in the heart of the Inoue clan's country. The sun was still a ways away from being at its apex, so Grimmjow entertained himself with imagining the chaos he would create. He could almost hear the screaming now. Far away screams but screams none the less.
"Wait," Grimmjow stood with inhuman speed. There really was screaming in the distance. The blue panther growled he would punish his servants severely for fucking up like that. How stupid could they be? Shawlong and Ilforte were at his side in seconds.
"Who did it?" Grimmjow growled. Edrad was at his side a moment later, bloodied and beaten.
"It wasn't one of us. I didn't see who it was, but they got D-Roy and Nakeem." Edrad huffed out.
"What!" Grimmjow was furious. How in the living hell did his servants get beat! Not only beat, but killed as well! "We're going to kill who ever did this. If anyone asks, we were here to see what the best fighters in the Human Kingdom could do. Let's go!"
Brutal force started to fill Grimmjow's being. He would punish whoever thought to humiliate him like this. His Fuerza started to emit from his body as his rage grew. At the rate that he was going, there was no doubt that they would be caught, but the panther couldn't bring himself to care.
The four citizens of the Kingdom of Hollows arrived at a clearing, or what was left of a clearing. There were several craters, two of which held to broken bodies of his servants. People were screaming, trying to get away from the area as fast as possible. Others were bleeding or missing limbs. It was as if a huge battle had taken place here. It was true carnage; the kind that Grimmjow hadn't seen in many years. It made his blood simmer with excitement.
A child was running from the clearing and right into Grimmjow. The panther mercilessly grabbed the kid by the collar of his tunic. "Who did this kid?" Grimmjow's voice came out as a snarl. The kid whimpered, but said nothing. Grimmjow squeezed his fist tighter and the kid started crying.
Suddenly there was a small but strong hand around the panther's wrist. What felt like electricity shot through his arm and across his body. He followed the feminine hand, down a slender arm, past petite shoulders and to the face of a fiery dark haired girl. Midnight blue, Grimmjow's mind supplied without him realizing. Her strange eye color, a grayish brown, was enhanced with fighting spirit.
"Put him down," her voice was steady like her grip. The earthy scent of rain washed over him, and Grimmjow nearly let the boy down. The only thing that stopped his was his defiant nature. Blue eyes narrowed at brown ones, a clear challenge to the lithe girl. What ever Grimmjow expected, he wasn't disappointed, but he couldn't understand why he was pleased when the small girl gripped his wrist tighter.
"Tatsuki!" an orange haired girl, who was just barely taller than the dark haired girl, came out of the trees. The new girl gasped when she saw the group of men. "Please don't hurt him! If you want hostages, please take me instead!"
Grimmjow looked at Shawlong. They both were confused with what the girl had to say. "What the hell are you talking about?"
This time, both girls looked confused. "Aren't you the ones that did this?" the dark haired girl asked. Her hand was still firmly wrapped around his wrist, and the boy was still dangling in the air.
"No, but two of our men are now dead because of whoever did this," Grimmjow's voice was considerably more calm than it was before. "Where did they go?"
The Tatsuki, the panther almost shivered at the name, girl searched Grimmjow's eyes, her lips parted, and the blue panther couldn't help but watch the movement. The girl forced down a blush and spoke:
"If they aren't here now, it means that they have already left the area. I don't even feel their presence anymore." The girl looked pointedly at the boy who was in tears. Grimmjow made a noncommittal noise and threw the boy at the orange haired girl; she barely caught him. Blue eyes scowled at the loss of Tatsuki's touch. "It was you, who we felt earlier then. Coming from the village square, right?"
"We were spread through out the area, but yes, we came from the village," Grimmjow was trying to be diplomatic; there was no use in getting punished for something he didn't do. Though, the thought of cooperating without getting in a fight first didn't sit well with him.
"Tatsuki, we need to get those who aren't injured somewhere safer, and those who are injured medical treatment." the orange girl said. "You should return to the village and get help, and I'll start tending to the people."
"No, I'm staying with you!" Tatsuki said determinedly, then looked at the four citizens of the Hollow Kingdom. "They can help, too." Grimmjow's servants looked at him in question, and he merely waved his hand in dismissal. They would help the two girls, but he certainly wouldn't. He was never good at anything outside the world of crushing fights and bloody battles. So, he merely sat on a boulder that was nearby.
Tatsuki fumed as he did so, but she calmed when his servants asked what they should do. They wouldn't be much help either. They were also baptized in the harsh world of killing. Blue eyes watched lazily as his servants and the two girls worked diligently on helping those who needed it. They had recruited anyone who was of able body to help as well. They had even sent some children to fetch water.
While lounging on the rock, Grimmjow observed the two girls closely. Tatsuki wore loose fitting grey pants and a loose fitting white shirt. Over her white shirt was a form fitting brown vest. She wore matching brown boots that came to her calves, and her forearms were wrapped in brown leather as well. The orange girl dressed like a peasant; dingy white shirt under a faded maroon dress. Even her shoes looked worn.
Grimmjow shook his head at them and their efforts. They were working so hard for a hopeless cause. With just six people working to save hundreds was impossible. Though he watched them work in mock fascination.
More often than not, blue eyes would travel to the girl that smelt like rain. She was very strong, he observed, despite her small stature. It was obvious to his eyes that she had been trained for battle her entire life, just by the way she moved. She was currently carrying a full grown man on her back. In spite of her determined look, Grimmjow could see that the man's weight was too much for her, yet she refused to have anyone help her. The tall man was just about to go help her without consciously thinking about it, when a small girl walked past him.
She was dragging a bucket of water behind her. It was obviously too heavy for her. Suddenly annoyed with the whole situation, Grimmjow took the bucket from the girl's tiny hands.
"Go rest, then help them," he said gruffly, annoyance laced his words. With ease Grimmjow carried the bucket of water to Tatsuki. "Where does this go?" He knew that the other girl needed it, but a small part of him wanted to be close to the dark haired girl.
"Over there, with the injured," Tatsuki said as the heady scent of rain engulfed Grimmjow. He didn't move for a second, and then he shrugged and went to the orange haired girl, whose name the two had been very careful not to mention. "Here." he said all but dropping the bucket. Water splashed over the sides. The little girl from before looked up at him blushing.
"There's got to be a more efficient way of healing all these people. At this rate, more will die." he observed aloud. From his experience with battle, he knew that many of these people wouldn't make it without a skilled healer.
The orange haired girl next to him fell quiet as she worked on stopping the bleeding on a small child. Her hands were shaking. Grimmjow scoffed at how weak she was, and then she spoke:
"Don't tell anyone I did this," she said, her voice teeming with resolve. "Soten Kisshun, I reject."
Golden energy surrounded the injured boy. Grimmjow's eyes widened as the gaping wound on the boys arm healed at an inexorable rate. The boy looked up at the two adults and smiled. The girl wasn't so weak after all. The panther was going to ask her how she did that when a blade was brought to his throat. Cold steel pressed the skin above his jugular. The only reason the man holding the sword was still alive was because of Aizen's express orders of not getting caught killing anyone.
Grimmjow's ugly mood was rearing its head again as he and his servants were shackled and taken away.
