Fanfic: GrimmjowxUlquiorra
Pika: Hello, I'm Pika. I'm the second member of pandaxbot. Okay.
I wanted to try out a Grimmjow x Ulquiorra fanfic because I really do like the pairing.
I'm not the best of all writers, so please forgive me if it's crap… also; I haven't watched Bleach since episode 72. I think that was about 1-2 years ago.
Ah~ I should start with the story.
/oh yeah. Everyone, or most people, is most likely OOC.
The Heat's Captive
Prologue:
"See you tomorrow Grimmjow!"
The teal haired male waved to his spiky orange haired co-worker/friend as he stepped out of the market into the pouring rain.
"Damn it!" he muttered to himself, kicking at the earth beneath him.
He had forgotten his umbrella at home that previous morning and cursed himself for doing so.
Well, the only thing he could do, besides complain, was start his 15 minute walk back to his apartment.
Soaking wet and clearly upset, Grimmjow paused near a great oak tree in the park, cursing loudly.
He had no remorse either for his use of profanity in public.
Just as he started to express his anger again, something caught him off gaurd.
Was that-?
No. He HAD to have been imagining things.
Grimmjow could have sworn he heard the mewing sound of an animal.
Running his hands through his soaking hair, Grimmjow pushed the thought to the back of his mind… until he heard it again.
It had to have been coming from some type of cat.
Where was it coming from though?
"Meow"
Then sound vibrated through his ear drums once again.
Looking down at his feet, Grimmjow almost jumped at the sight.
There, playing around his feet, sat the kitten that Grimmjow had been hearing.
Taking a look closer, Grimmjow started to feel sympathetic towards the animal.
Its eyes cried for food, its pure black coat excluding the gray ring of hair found it's green eyes, that he guessed had previously felt like a ball of the most expensive silk, was now dirtied and terribly clotted.
"Where the hell did you come from, you damn animal?"
In response, the kitten mewled again, slapping its tail against Grimmjow's legs.
Grimmjow was ever one for pets or animals of any kind, but he had to get home and couldn't just leave the poor thing alone to die.
"Fucking animal," gritted Grimmjow between his teeth as he scooped the kitten into his arms.
Great, now he was soaking wet, dirtied, and smelled of sour cat.
His day could only get better.
/end. Prologue
Pika: Phew~ that wasn't as bad as I expected it to turn out. Okay, so now that the prologue is done, I can start with the actual story.
Question: What do you think the significance of the kitten is?
Hmhmhmhmmm… I don't think anyone will get it.
Okay. The answer is really simple, but you'll have to wait till the next chapter… or the second one. I haven't decided which one to let you find out in.
Thank you for reading!
-Pika