Everytime I wrote a chapter for my Ulquiorra x OC fanfic, I wanted to put Grimmjow in it. Since I can't let him steal the show, and he's amazingly easy to write about (for now, anyway xD), I decided to start a new fanfic for Grimmjow x OC~ Wheeee~ Anyway, please enjoy! Reviews please~
The path he took to the small cabin can hardly be called a road. All it was. was mud and water. The cane struck the ground and water splashes up from the puddle. He studies his green and white striped hat. The small wooden structure was in sight now. He unhurriedly continue towards it. Frowning over the stains on his clothing, he reaches the door. The small patio contained a small roof and a swing, alone, this would have looked like a neat little fairy tale. This, however, was not the case when one took in the splattered paint over unfinished paintings, some scattered tools and electronic parts as well as left over empty bottles of sake. The random collection of items creates an odd image of the individual that resides in this unruly cabin. The stripe hatted man knocks on the door casually.
No response.
He frowns and knocks again, this was highly unusual considering the personality of the resident. Certainly she was quite irresponsible at times and extremely eccentric, she was definitely quite fond of any visitor that might wonder up to her shabby hut. If the traveling soul was brave enough to knock on the door of the lone shack, she was bound to answer. Albeit she usually does, answer the door that is, in a rather bizarre fashion. He chuckles thinking about the last greeting he received at this door, then wipes the merry expression off his face. The blonde man readies his cane to break down the door. Pulling the sword out of the cane, his expression darkens as he raises his hand to slash down.
His eyes widen suddenly as the door swings open with a crackle.
"URAHARA!" A deep yet melodious voice rumbles out. The woman leans on the door holding her head. "Why do I find you in the process of breaking down my door?"
"My my Abe-chan, so you were alive after all, for a second I was afraid you died." The man cheerily waves his fan.
"Shut up." The mistress of the shack growls and puts a hand on her head. "You are too early and too annoying to have as a visitor when I have a hang over."
"Well Kei, it is a rather serious situation after all."
"I figured, you won't be seeking my help otherwise." She looks up, amber eyes sharp. She leans back on her heels, head tilted to one side, trying to glean information from the blonde man's expression, "So, how bad is it?"
"I am calling in all favors you have ever owned me." He watched his patron carefully, known to be unpredictable, he can never be too sure what she would do.
"Ah." She turns around and makes her way back inside, leaving the door open as an invitation for the former to enter. "How interesting." The woman says as she downs a small glass of liquid that looks strangely like whiskey.
Urahara watches, amused, "I thought you had a hangover." He states nonchalantly as he pulled the door close.
"It is a hangover remedy, my specialty." She gazes at him at the corner of her eye. "Spill."
"Hmm?" The shop owner tilts his head as if he doesn't understand.
"What dire emergency brings you to my humble abode Kisuke." She says with a sigh and an eye roll. "Talk."
"Aizen." He looks to see her eyes widen slightly, "I think you know that name."
"That killer." She spat on the ground. "May he rot in hell."
"If you desire such a thing, will you help?"
"Of course." Her amber eyes glow as she spreads out on the couch. "Just like old times huh? Kisuke."
While Kei blinked and went about preparing tea, the blonde shop owner looks around the room. It was, if not more, chaotic then the patio. Eternity has given the woman much time to decorate as she please. Her impulsive nature had led the shack to accommodate countless unfinished projects. Different styles blend together in this old hut. Modern, ancient, Victorian baroque, colonial and many others. Even with the clashing of styles there were something about this place that felt quite homely and elegant. He now turn his attention of the owner of this dwelling Urahara Kisuke slide his gaze to the woman before him. Her hair was cut short since the last time he seen her. The silvery waterfall that once ran down her back was now loose strands that fell midway to her shoulders. Her bangs frame her face, a small braid fall down the side of her face and end at her jaw. Her amber eyes were sharp and almost cat like in intensity. Every single feature on her almost marble chiseled face was near perfection. She toyed with her ring as she stared in to the distance.
"It is going to rain soon." The light had been dim all morning. Now, before the storm it was extremely dark. The infamous female shinigami had eyes that were glowing orbs in the shadows. Lightning flashes across the sky. She leans back and stares out the window, her sharp chin was now the only thing he sees of the silver haired woman face. Her arms laid casually across the worn out couch and her legs folded. The female's features revealed by the sudden light. Kei Abe looked quite frightening in this kinda environment, not just because her tendency to crush those who irritate her, but because the slightly mad gleam of her eyes and the smirk that is almost permanently present on her face. It was as if the woman had no sense of fear. Kisuke can only be glad that the woman is his ally and not his foe.
"Then we have time." The former captain's eyes were hidden by the striped hat. "I shall explain everything."
"Please do." The exiled shinigami looks at him through her glass.
"Well, where shall I begin." Urahara's voice is light as he begun to speak.
Ichigo stares at the woman before him. The woman had silvery short hair, standing about two inches above him. Noticing his gaze, she turned and gave him a smile that chilled him to the bones. Ichigo is pretty sure the girl would like nothing better than to murder him. Visored, the orange haired young man thought, her spirit power is similar to Shinji's. They were both splattered in many unknown liquids and sticky with beads off candy.
"I believe that I haven't introduced you two Ichigo-san." The blonde shop owner said cheerfully as he waved his fan. Kisuke flourishes his fan towards the woman in a grand motion, veins on his forehead popping in the destroyed shop front. "This is Kwi."
Lazily the woman holds out her hand to the substitute shinigami. "Yo strawberry." Kai smirked, obviously amused by the name. When Ichigo handed her his hand, she gripped it with enough force to crush steel.
Ichigo bit down a grunt, he has just came from killing a hollow, Rukia had asked him to get something from Urahara. Yet it was Kei that he met when he came into the shop. Usually, no one is in the shop other than Urahara, Tesai and the two kiddies. Ichigo reached for the female's spirit power and found a visored.
"You!" He shouted loudly as he drew zangetsu, "I won't join you!" The sword swung down towards the woman's shoulder. Nimbly she dodged, jumping onto a stand.
"Join what..." Her sentence is cut off as the sword slashed wildly across the spot she stood on. The visored disappeared and appeared in another spot, looking annoyed. The destroyed merchandise rained down on both of them. The orange haired young man swung again, this time cutting through a bunch of candy that stuck to their skin.
"Will you cut that out?"
"Stop bothering me!"
"You are the one swinging a sword at me."
"Because you and your bunch won't leave me alone!"
"Why would I want a kid to be anywhere near me!" The girl growled as she brushed off a stray piece of wood.
"You can tell Shinji that I will never join him and that blonde brat in the jumpsuit." The pills that flew out from the motion batted Ichigo.
And some distance away from all the madness and chaos, Shinji sneezed.
Hiyori laughed, "Unhealthy geezer." Shinji scoffed, sitting on the bedside of a black haired woman. Hiyori sneezed too.
"Damn it." She shouted with a pout and the man with the blonde bob hid his smirk.
"Don't you laugh you-"
Kei paused, floating in midair with her head tilted to the side, "That geezer is alive?"
"Don't play dumb!"
"I'm too smart to," She snorted as she deflected another slash. "You, on the other hand, don't even have to play."
"Tsk."
"Stop attacking."
Ichigo raises his sword above his head, ready to strike again.
"Oh for the love of..." The woman didn't move this time, grabbing the blade, she went for simple and violent as she headbutted the boy and made a single, well placed chop at his neck.
And when the orange haired teen woke up, the woman is leaning on the broken merchandise, and looking collected and graceful despite the sticky, utterly dirty clothing. Urahara's face is hidden by his hat as he waved his fan back and forth, the darkness in the air made him sweat drop. This dangerous atmosphere... The two came to stand over him in unison. It feel like both of them are gonna kill him together.
"HE WAS SO YOUNG!" Keigo yelled sadly, jumping onto the grave in tears. "WHYYYYYYYYYYY!"
Mizuiro looked sad, "At least he's in a better place now." He said.
"NOOOO, MY ICHIGO, OUR ICHIGOOOO OUR CHILLLLLLD!" Keigo sobbed hysterically, jumping around. "Mizuiro, you cold-hearted man, HOW COULD YOU HAVE NO REACTION."
Keigo put his hand on the grave again, "It's OK Ichigo, Mommy's here, don't go towards the light!"
Karin is hugging Yuzu as Yuzu cried, "Ichi-nii is coming back, he wouldn't die." Yuzu wailed, crying and rubbing her eyes. Karin sniffed, not willing to cry.
Yup, Ichigo thought, he's definitely going to die at the hands of the two.
Local headline: Teen is found dead miles away from his home, completely disfigured and nearly unrecognizable.
"Now that you have finished decorating my shop, I think we should talk."
Ichigo winced, Urahara seems very, very angry.