Vynx: I've had this and about 3 more chapters written for a while. There are terms I am borrowing from Nova Alexandria with permission. I'm going to tell you what they are when I get to them. They will be marked with a * every time I use them. Her stories are wonderful, so if you haven't read any I suggest that you do. I also don't want to hear that I'm copying. If for some reason to you they sound like any of her or someone else's stories, it isn't on purpose. And you must have never heard of attempting to sound like someone else is the highest form of flattery. Now for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I do not own. I don't even have any of the DVDs. I watch them online. I am also borrowing terms, as previously mentioned, from Nova Alexandria. They are hers and she has given me permission to use them of which I didn't even want to post this story without getting her permission first. Any whining and flames will be used for bonfires which I love making. Paper with hate on it just burns so wonderfully.

Blood was rushing through her veins, pounding in her ears and in her head. It was positively singing. She loved this feeling; loved her heart beating so fast, her feet pounding the pavement, the smooth movements needed to do tricks that had all but been broken into her muscle's memory.

Reaching the end of her path, she slows down to a jog then a fast walk and ending in a stop. The elevation was getting to her, much more different than back in the States. The thought crossing her mind causes her to frown. Her parents just didn't understand. This country was where she was born; her birth parents still had to be around… somewhere.

Taking a deep breathe to calm her racing heart, she spies a drink machine. Cracking a small smile she walks over to it, eyes the selection (because having juice in a soda machine was just weird), puts in the correct amount of change, and makes her choice.

This was possibly the strangest thing for her, being able to read kanji and even speak Japanese. Her friends from high school used to joke that it was ingrained in her. She could remember the teachers confused faces when she would back talk them in the language. To this day she still didn't know if they had found out half of what she said to them.

Looking around the shopping district, from where she stood on the outskirts of, she could see he happy families. Could see the children clutching to their parents' hands, pulling on jackets or sleeves or shirt tails. Something deep down inside of her pangs, a deep empty throb she wished with all of her existence would go away. Maybe it would if she found her family?

She turns away from the happy people, walking back to her new apartment. It hadn't come cheap and the fact that it was what used to be a dojo had her laughing. It was near to fitting. Here she was, 19 years old and living at the Kamiya dojo. All she needed was a snot nosed brat, a gambler who chewed on fish bones, and a gentle man who said 'Oro' a lot.

She chuckles quietly to herself. Yup, she needed her friends right now. Perhaps it wasn't too late to Skype the-

"Oof! Sorry man." She says, fighting for balance after her lapse caused her to run into someone. Her reply is a grunt and she rolls her eyes, turning around to apologize formally. These people really expected her to- 'Huh? Where did he go?' She thinks, doing a couple of turns in confusion. She knew she had hit someone. She wipes off her shoulder and stops. It was sticky and... warm. She looks down at her hand finding it streaked with red. Her should was the same.

She gulps. And looking down at the sidewalk showed her small puddles, just a few feet in front and behind her, of the life giving liquid abruptly starting and stopping where she stood. There was no one else around her.

She runs the last two streets to her home, shutting and locking the door. She had an idea of what happened but had no want in getting involved. Ghosts were fickle things and would attach themselves to anything or anybody. She had seen several in the two weeks she had been here; most stuck to the places of their death so not many were wanderers. She didn't like them. They were the hardest when it came to ignoring. A ghost stuck to a light post? Eyes straight ahead and keep talking to your friends as you walk past. A wanderer followed you to see if you could see them. And they were damn annoying too…

She looks out of the peephole and then removes her shoes, not that she had much love for them anyways. She puts on the house shoes and heads to the bathroom. She knew no one else could see the blood but she could and, as such, a good enough reason besides being sweaty and stinky. Despite the exertion, she could feel the jumpiness and her attention slipping.

Stopping by her room she grabs the half smoked blunt out of the ashtray, from this morning, and a cigarette lighter sitting beside it. She lights up, taking several deep puffs before continuing her trek. She had always had ADHD, had cycled through Ritalin and Adderall and so many other forms and brands before she was allowed to have the prescription for legal marijuana. Ever since, she has been 'toking' it up quite happily.

After the two hour soak in the bath, she felt good better even once the week really hit her system. She didn't understand it really herself, the doctors were even confused by the fact that nothing worked for very long other than weed. It had been 3 years and it still worked.

Now in the living room she lights up another blunt, sits back on the couch with an ashtray on one side and a bag of chips on the other, and turns on the TV with the clicker. She breathes out a long plume of smoke as she flips through channels, setting the blunt in the ashtray and grabbing a chip. Japanese soaps were weird.

She stops, blinks, and curses. The ghost encounter made her forget about Skyping her friends. She pulls the top of her laptop open, turns it on, grabs her blunt and lights it up and leaves it hanging from her mouth, and pulls up Skype. 4 missed calls. She grins and does a mass call of her friends who were still on.

2 hours later, many laughs in it, she closes the lid and sits back. God she missed her friends. Skyping was okay but she wanted them there with her. This place was to quiet and to big to fill with noise by herself.

Didn't mean she couldn't try thought.

She was brushing out her black and red hair, getting ready for bed. She had gone through 3 ½ blunts today. After the encounter with the ghost her ADHD decided to run rampant. Even now the jitters of her body telling her of its needing to move arose. She finishes the blunt she had in the ashtray before getting into bed. Her music was still playing albeit softly now. Her eyes slide close unaware of the blue eyes watching her.

Grimmjow was hurt. Damn Nnoritra and his Zanpakutō. Damn Ichigo. The fucking Shinigami half-breed just had to ruin everything by losing his powers after he beat the fucking bastard Aizen. Damn everything.

Damn his wounds. 2 months and they still haven't healed. His powers were slow to restore as well, to the point that even a Menos would be able to beat him. The only good reason it hadn't was because they feared coming near Los Noches still. But soon that wouldn't matter. He needed to recharge somehow.

When he ran into this girl earlier he hadn't expected her to notice him, let alone realize she had his blood on her. No human did, except the Ori-whatever her name was woman. But he doubted with his power depletion she had even noticed him here in the human world. But this woman had. He didn't know if she had any spirit pressure, his own abilities were going fucking haywire, and so he waited…

… Outside her window…

… In the bushes like a fucking reject.

If Ulquiorra were still alive, he wouldn't waste a second calling him trash.

And what the hell was with the fucking noise?

At first it had been loud and wile and exciting. But now even he could barely hear it, so how could she? Either she knew the song playing, because he was sure she was mumbling the words, or her hearing was fucking amazing.

Once she was asleep he snuck in without a problem. He heads straight to the fridge. She had to have something edible in here…

Finding something, he literally tears into it with a disregard for noise. The woman was out so what he care. After he finishes his impromptu meal, he feels something pulling him. Not a strong feeling like his ache to defeat that fucktard Kurosaki, but something. He ignores it, once more looking for his kind of meat.

The next morning she woke up tired. Drained. Exhausted. Almost like when she started parkour and her body didn't want to work. But this tired was more than physical, it almost felt like her soul's energy was near gone. Guess today would be a lazy day. Atleast this meant her ADHD would be non-existent. When this happened she would be blessedly free of the anxiety.

As she lays in bed she realizes the new smell. One that was almost as pungent as the smell of weed. It was almost… metallic if she had to guess. Maybe it was the clothes from yesterday?

Her dream suddenly comes to mind. A fight was happening but she couldn't see anything because of the dust and dirt having been kicked up. But the feeling of her heart racing, that was something that made her heart race again. She feared for someone, feared with every fiber that made up who she was. The crescent moon hanging in a starless sky that was nothing new to her. That was a frequent backdrop in her dreams.

She sighs; if her parents had ever found out about that, if they ever talked to her again, they would put her right in the loony bin. She was damn lucky they didn't do that when she was a child. When she had mentioned seeing something the first and only time, she had done it when there were other adults around. Her parents were angry that she would 'lie' but luckily another adult came to her rescue by telling them she was talking about an imaginary friend. After that they kept an eye on her for several years and she never mentioned it again. She knew better than that.

She gets up, ignoring the mess of her room and bed. The Japanese could have their perfection, she loved her chaos. And she was hungry. Really hungry. Maybe she had some food leftover from the other day when she had made food instead of something instant. Course once she got to her kitchen she forgot all about food, instead she only stood there and stared at the mess she knew she hadn't left behind. Bits of uneaten food and several dirty dishes were laying around and she had only eaten a bag of chips.

Did someone break in to eat her food?

But she notices some blood splotches. They reminded her of yesterday. But she hadn't met a ghost who needed to eat before. From what she figured they didn't feel worldly pains, even if they may be covered in blood or have the wounds that killed them. Thing was, they didn't feel.

She gives a dejected sigh and picks up the dirty dishes and bits of food. She really no longer felt hungry to tell the truth now.

After picking up the mess and doing the dishes she just forgets about yesterday. Just to relieve the stress it caused, she lit up a blunt. Damn, that had felt good. Now she just needed something else to do.

Her face lights up and she grabs her computer. She needed to party. That would clear her mind very well. So she starts searching for clubs.

Grimmjow didn't know why he was back to that woman's place or even why he had went back last night. Though, after only a few minutes of being near her as he ate her food, his strength returned a little. Enough that he took down a Menos Grande with near ease. Course, the fucking Quincy had to show up so his meal went to go.

'The fuck is she doing?' He thinks, she was acting weird now. She was… pampering. Fuck, why the hell did he know that fucking word?!

Wait, now wha-

Grimmjow blinks and grins. Maybe this was a good thing he was back again. The woman didn't know anybody was around and was changing. Parading around in a black bra and underwear, that brought a lecherous grin to his face. Then that thing she had been talking to starts to make noise and she covers herself with a yukata before answering it.

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. Damn who the fuck she was talking to, they ruined his fun.

She doesn't talk for long though, closing the thing after telling whoever bye with a wave. He couldn't understand anything she had been saying. She continues to get… done up or whatever, keeping the yukata on, and he gets up. His fun was over.

She hadn't been this drunk in a while. She giggles as the world becomes topsy-turvy, tilting as it pleased. She had danced, drank copious amounts of alcohol (mainly saké), and she hardly remembered how she got home (maybe a taxi?). She dropped her heels… somewhere in her house and she was looking at her twisting bed with longing.

She was damn tired so she crosses over (the floor was tripping her up dammit!) and flops down onto the bed. She pulls the covers up over herself and quickly drifts off.

But her dreams weren't so forgiving.

Her eyes felt like they were cemented together. They were crusty and itchy and her head felt like Zeus' before Athena was born, like something was playing with a jackhammer inside her skull. It pounded and throbbed and the freaking sun! The sun shone so happy and bright and EVIL! The darn orb didn't get the memo on not shining in her face or around her person. She rolls over pulling the blanket over her head to block the light.

Suddenly her computer, which she didn't remember turning on, dings to tell her she had messages and maybe missed calls. She really didn't want to find out.

Grimmjow snaps awake. He fell asleep in the girl's place. He only meant to nap for half an hour but it seemed he slept the whole night. Fuck! What if the girls had come back?

Grimmjow growls and gets up, going to walk out of her place but trips over… He picks up the things, maybe they were shoes. They looked like fucking torture devices. He drops them with a snort. Humans. Though this woman was different, maybe she was a fucking battery for his kind. Just two nights of being around her and his powers were near 3 times what they had been. He needed to eat now that he thought about it. He missed his meal last night.

Coffee, humanities way of coping with hangovers. She was surprised too when she hadn't been carded last night. The legal age was 20 and she was 19 , so she felt happy that they thought she was that old.

She finishes her 3rd cup of coffee, black with no cream or sugar, and she goes over to her couch to lay down after putting the mug in the sink. Her head was still pounding and she wanted to go back to sleep. But the sun decided its mission was to keep her awake now that she opened her eyes. She still didn't understand people's obsession with her eyes, so what if she had two different eye colors. It's called Heterochromia Iridium. She'd had it since birth. One eye was purple while the other green. It also seemed no one here could see the tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. She knew the kanji meant 'Royal' but she didn't know where it had come from. She had always had it.

She picks up her left wrist to look at it. It hadn't faded at all. She sighs in an attempt to relax. But a few minutes later she hears something that was a mix between a human shriek and an animalistic howl. And then something unseen felt like it was crushing her. She couldn't breathe. She felt like she was suffocating.

Her arms were near impossible to move. And to get up? HA! There was no getting up.

Something was getting closer to her, crushing things and releasing that awful shriek. And the weight holding her down was getting stronger. She could barely get air into her lungs. Her sight was darkening when her roof caves in and the pressure lets up briefly, enough for the darkness to leave her eyes. She lifts her eyes, the only thing she could move, and sees a huge black mass with a white face. White orbs in black sockets lock onto her immobile form. This was how she was going to die? Some giant evil thing was going to eat her?

Resigned to fate (she didn't want to die but when couldn't move you didn't have much of a choice) she watches as it opens its great maw, something forming and glowing within. She wasn't going to be eaten, she was going to be obliterated! The darkness was creeping into her vision once more.

Just before it took over, she swore she saw something blue and white flew up towards the monsters face. And then nothing.

When she did finally come to, she was on a couch. It was white. Hell, everything was white. Was she dead?

"'Bout fucking time Woman." A gruff voice says. She sits up slowly, looking around. Across from the far end of the couch was an open door.. Actually it was a hole, there was no door. But the man standing in the way had a shocking blue hair coiffed up, a white jacket that ended at his ribs and the inside was black and the sleeves were rolled up and the collar upturned, a pair of white hakama's that were low riding in her opinion and a black sash.

She gulps. Well if he wasn't a sex god she was the Easter Bunny. He takes a few steps into the room, closer to her and she could see the scar across his chest and.. Was that a HOLE?!

She stares openly at it. Did this mean he wasn't alive?

"Hey, Woman!" He yells catching her attention. Her eyes fly up to his face and straight to his blue eyes and remain there. He himself was a little off guard about her own eyes, one purple and one green. "Eat." He commands, throwing something to her. It lands in her lap. It was a convenience store bento. Her stomach grumbles at her, telling her of its need to be full. She waits a moment though.

"Am I dead?" She questions him and his smile widens. She didn't know if that was a good thing.

"What if you are?" She thinks about it.

"If I am, nothing I can do about it." She answers truthfully. She looks down at the bento, picking at the plastic making a dull 'thonk'-ing noise. She hears him scoff and turn on his heel.

"Don't worry Woman. You ain't dead yet." She looks up at him in surprise, though his back was to her. "If you leave this room, you will be."

Well that didn't sound good.

Vynx: Alright, the first chapter is out. I'm going to be trying to get the other finished ones I have out soon too. And I'm also working on the next chapter of Change of Heart. That one is the one that will be worked on most, with this one following right behind it. Unfortunately my updating on both stories will be spotty. I have job hunting to do. -grabs butterfly net and heads outside-

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