A/N: Hellooo my pretties~! This one's Grimmjow/OC, and it starts out short. It's likely the first couple chapters will barely reach 1, 500 words, but I'll try to improve the length as I contiue writing. Thanks to Bleached Kitty for beta-ing this; I'll try to do my very best to develop this little fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. That's Tite Kubo's job.
Death Of An Immortal (Grimmjow Jeagerjaques)
OH, life is a bitch. Especially when you gotta spend the whole time actually LIVING. I mean, where's the fun in that? Then again, who am I to talk... Heh. He'd get a kick outta this. Me. Writing. Jeez, how do you-Ah, that's better.
Moving on...I s'pose I should try and actually get all this down while I can. I mean, they've got me on a tight schedule here. Write, write, write some more...Yeah. Jam-packed with all kinds of crazy fun, am I right?
Reino Mizari and Grimmjow Jeagerjaques...
...It was a match made in Hell.
Chapter One: I wish we never met. Woulda saved me a world of trouble.
I sat there, on that rock. Wishing it was a bigger rock, to be totally honest. Although...I wasn't quite sure that it was actually a rock. More like a really hard sand dune...? I dunno, I didn't think we had rocks.
Either way, it was hard to stretch out on the damn thing. Oh, yes, did I mention that I'm a cat? Well, not a cat really. See, I'd say I'm a panther, but a panther is really any big cat that's black. Yeah, it was a blow to me too.
So I'm just a black tiger. As if bein' a Hollow who survived by eating other Hollows wasn't weird enough, my adjucha form just had to be a black tiger. I didn't think it was possible either.
Alright, alright. For those not in the know, a Hollow is a soul gone bad. That's right. I'm totally badass, up here on this rock, afraid for my life. Those Soul Reapers give me a bad name. Anyway, off the subject of badness...I was just like any other Menos Grande before. A giant Hollow who ate a bunch of other Hollows and had a crazy level of spiritual pressure. But then, I've always been just a teensy bit different. So I evovled all the way down to an adjucha. One more level to go, am I right?
And now I'm scared half outta my adjucha mind because some scary-ass group of...well, adjuchas, is out to get me. I think. Do I look tasty to you? I don't think I look tasty...
But this group thought so, apparently. A scrawny little adjucha like me, all stringy and wily...Oh in the name of Aizen, please don't eat me!
"Hey! You!" The one in front, presumably the leader, called out to me. I peeked down at him, wondering why such a small adjucha thought he could get away with eating me. Actually, please pretend I never thought that.
"Y-yeah? Whaddya want?" I snapped back, trying to act tough. Two words: EPIC FAIL.
"Look, you've got two options. Be my fraccíon, or be my dinner," he growled, a smirk on his feline face. Or, well, his...jaws? Just what do you call a cat's mouth anyway?
"How does 'neither' sound? Look, I'm a loner. I know it's 'kill or be killed' and all that 'survival of the fittist' shit, but I really don't care. I prefer to get on with my life peacefully, thank you." I replied, licking my paw in an act of disinterest.
"Whatever. You're my prey now," he purred, completely ignoring my statement. Why that-WHOA!
He pratically flew up at me, ramming his head into my side. I was too shocked to move, and as such got knocked back into the ground. I slowly rose on unsteady legs, leaving a crater in my wake. Again, I say whoa.
I bared my canines at him, attempting to retain some amount of dignity. He smirked again, his claws coming out of nowhere to rake across my face.
Crimson blood stained the white ground, but was nearly invisible against my black fur. When I tried to dodge the follow-up blow, I ended up shoved against the boulder I'd previously been laying on.
He had me in a lose-lose situation. I could resist, and get killed, or do nothing, and get killed.
"I-I...Dammit!" I cursed, unable to think of anything else. His bright blue eyes stared at me piercingly for a moment, feeling as if they were piercing my very soul.
"Hmph." I watched, in utter shock, as he turned away to leave, his group of followers close behind him. Wait...some random, cold-hearted adjucha, just spared my life? Was it me, or did I just miss something?
"W-wait! Where are you going?" I demanded, my muscles stiffening as I straightened myself out. He glanced back at me, looking for all the world as if I was some kind of insignifigant bug.
"None of your damn business. And if you wanna live to see tomorrow, I'd suggest you stop being such a pathetic little bitch," he spat. OMFG. He did NOT just call me a...a...
Yeah, well, he was gone before I could say that. And I didn't even get a name...Oh well, I'd know soon enough. Unfortunately.
"W-wait! Mizari-sama, don't-Oh...Oh my..." My lone fraccíon, Iiana Lezzaro watched with little hope as I tried (and failed) to rouse my ole' buddy from his slumber.
"C'MON, GRIMMY~! GET OFF 'YER LAZY ASS~! WE GOT A MEETING TO GO TO!" I shouted, right in his ear. He didn't move a muscle. Jeez, that guy could sleep through the apocalypse! Time for a new plan..."Grimmy~! Gin and Ulquiorra are planning a surprise party for you~!" I whispered in his ear.
"WHAT? NO! SOMEBODY STOP THOSE FUCKING IDIOTS BEFORE-" He broke off when he noticed me standing beside him, snickering lightly at his messy hair and wrinkled clothes.
"Better go change...Then again, you've only got five minutes before the meeting, Grimmy~!" I darted out of the room, slamming the door behind me. A split second later, something heavy crashed against that very same door. I took note of the brand new dent, right in the middle of all the other dents. His aim was getting better and better...
"M-Mizari-sama...please refrain from angering Jeagerjaques-sama..." Iiana pleaded, attempting to make puppy dog eyes. Too bad for her, Arrancar couldn't exactly pull that off.
"Jeez, Iiana, just call me Reino. It's weeeird for you to call me 'Mizari-sama'...and 'Jeagerjaques' is a mouthful even without the -sama...Just call 'im Grimmy~!" I suggested, giggling at her outraged expression.
"MIZARI-SAMAAA!" She roared. Hmm. Now that I thought about it, maybe it was too weird for her to call me "Reino". It was a guy name, after all...Ah, well, that was something to be thought about while my life wasn't in danger.
After escaping Iiana, I went to change my own uniform before the meeting. Aw, I lied to poor Grimm. There was at least an hour left before the meeting started...Oh well, Aizen would appreciate him being a little early for once.
My uniform was, unlike Grimmjow's, somewhat decent. Sort of. Well, I considered it to be decent, at least in comparison to that of the other female Arrancars. I mean, really, it was like there was some unspoken code that said I had to dress like a slut just because I was female! A buncha nonsense if you ask me.
Anyhow, my uniform was just a white halter top (with the usual black layer underneath) and a pair of tight, capri-like white hakama. Sounds odd, I know, but it looked pretty damn good on me. Oh! And I had the usual silver sandals and black socks, of course. They're just such a tiny detail...
I trotted happily out of my room, my shirasaya bouncing against my hip. I relished the light weight of my beautifully crafted sword at my side; he and I got along very well. He was a good guy, as far as zanpaku-to are concerned...much like myself, in fact~! "Mizari-sama, we've still got about twenty minutes left until the meeting," Iiana reported, saluting me ever so slightly as she approached.
Iiana was even more conservative than me; she wore a high necked, sleeveless top (in that Chinese style) and the usual long hakama pants, her black socked, silver sandaled feet sticking out from under them. If it weren't for the silver sandals, both of our feet would blend in with the floor, actually. Anything to be different from the Shinigami; that might as well be Aizen's motto.
"Yeah, I know. But if I hadn't told him that, Grimm would've taken hours to get off his stupid ass!" I whined, pleading my innocence.
"Mizari-sama-"
"I know, I know, 'stop using expletives'! I can't help it, Ian-chan. It's second nature," I replied solomnly, cutting off her words. I'd heard them often enough, much to my agitation. I would get some up-tight prat as my fraccíon...Sometimes I thought Iiana would be much better off with Ulquiorra! Maybe she wouldn't get on his case about the damn "expletives"...Then again, I'd never heard him utter a single curse word. Though he did say "trash" a lot.
Huh. Perhaps they'd get along well after all...But I'd be so looonely if Iiana left me all alooone..."Don't leave me Ian-chaaan~!" I wailed out of the blue, latching onto my lone fraccíon with the famed "grip of Death". She gave me a pointed glare, but didn't bother trying to shrug me off. It was common knowledge that, once ensnared in my grasp, one was unlikely to escape before I deemed it neccessary to detatch myself. Luckily for her I was distracted by some shiny object mere moments later as a result of my (also famous) extremely short attention span.
"Mizari-sama..." Iiana murmured softly, tapping me on the shoulder.
"Yeah?" I replied, still otherwise occupied in the study of my newly-found candy wrapper.
"It's time."
A/N: Well, that was fun~ I hope someone out there enjoyed it as much as I did~
~Tobi~