Sang de la Lune Blood of the Moon

Author: Aalwijn

Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters; all are property of Kubo Tite. I make no money from this fan fiction; it's purely for entertainment.

Summary: When Disturbing Murders begin to take place in Ichigo's school, Ichigo can't help but feel his eyes drawn to the new transfer student-Grimmjow, as his prime suspect. Ichigo can't seem to help diving into the violent tempest of secrets surrounding Grimmjow, and the more he discovers, the closer he comes toward death…

Because anyone that enters Grimmjow's world, never survives… But maybe Ichigo can change that, and save Grimmjow from the monster he has become.

Warning (s) per chapter: AU

Prelude

The bell tolled for the second time that morning as students ranging from punks to teacher's pets shuffled into their seats. A lone wolf of a teenager with bright orange hair sat at a desk at the far back, second from the left, looking out the window to his left. The sun was bright and glistened off the water that had collected onto the tree leaves near the window from the shower that had just ended a half hour ago. Ichigo's wet umbrella sat on the floor at his feet as he tapped his fingers on his desk. He was tired from lack of sleep caused by a neighbor's dog's incessant barking, and the endless chatter of the other students were numbing his brain further.

"Class, please sit." Ichigo sighed when the hum of chatter came to an abrupt halt only to be assaulted by the sound of chairs scraping across the floor as students took their seats. Ichigo rubbed the left side of his forehead above his eye; yup, that was definitely a migraine coming.

"I'm pleased to welcome a new student to our class." Ichigo looked up with a frown, noticing the awful light sensitivity coming to his eyes. Great, he really shouldn't have been looking out the window after so little sleep. A tall teenager stepped into the class, if he could really be called a teenager. Ichigo could barely stand to lift his eyes from his desk so he opted to put his head back down. His fucking head was starting to really hurt.

"This is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. He'll be studying with you from now on." Instant chatter started and Ichigo groaned as he raised his hand. He needed out, he needed quiet, and he needed pain killers. As Ichigo raised his head once again, his eyes locked with strangely intense blue orbs. They instantly captured his gaze and Ichigo stared a moment, his lips parting in silence. The new student, his electric blue hair, his expression, the air around him… Everything… Was… Almost surreal. Ichigo glanced around the room a second, noticing girls blushing and guys already glaring in jealousy. Ichigo looked back at the student in front of the class. He was really good looking despite the blue hair, in fact, the blue hair surprisingly added to his features, instead of making him look like an eighties punk reject. And that blue around his eyes… It reminded Ichigo of a feline.

"Kurosaki?" Ichigo blinked a couple times, hissing when he seemed to snap back to reality and looked to notice light now reflecting off of his desk and hitting him right in the face, stabbing pain into his retinas and adding to slowly building pain of his migraine.

"Migraine sir." The older, dark haired man nodded, aware of Ichigo's condition in which meant that he was often prone to migraines. Clinical depression it was, not all that unheard of, and one of Ichigo's particular symptoms were migraines when stressed in any form. And sadly enough, Ichigo stressed a lot.

"Alright, you may go." With a nod, Ichigo grabbed his pack he hadn't yet unpacked and started for the class door. The blue haired teenager, Grimmjow, hadn't yet to move, and as Ichigo moved closer, a strange chill settled over his skin. He felt the hair on his neck stand and his skin prickle as a strange tremor raced down his spine. Ichigo glanced up, and their eyes met again. The look in Grimmjow's eyes hadn't changed, or maybe, it was so little that Ichigo could hardly notice. Wait a minute… Was he… Studying? Ichigo paused at the newcomer's side and looked at him to his left.

"Welcome to the class." Ichigo said quietly and waited a moment for a response, and the one he got surprised him. A smirk.

"Better take care of that head o' yours." A brief smile flitted across Ichigo's face as he nodded.

"I'll do that."

"Yer name?" Ichigo glanced around the class, noticing that they had become the center of attention. Something that Ichigo was not accustomed to at all.

"Kurosaki Ichigo." The smirk was still in place as Ichigo turned toward the door and left, his arms still gooseflesh even when he made it out the door and closed it softly behind him. As soon as the door was shut Ichigo rasped in a shaky breath, his heart just started racing and he had no idea why. It was like he'd just seen something absolutely terrifying, like a monster or something. Ichigo put his head in his palm and groaned; his migraine was getting worse.

'What the hell was that?'

Grimmjow continued to stare at the door. He could smell the fear, and hear the rasping of breath. His lips twitched, stretching further into a more malicious smile.

'Good instincts. Too bad he can't handle it.'

"Jaegerjaquez-san, could you take the seat in the back row, third from the left." Grimmjow faced the class again, smirk gone and face neutral but warding as he moved down to the seat right by Ichigo's. Sitting down, Grimmjow leaned back in his seat and looked over at the desk to his left, he could still smell that Ichigo had been there, and the air was still lingering with a small hint warmth from his body.

'He's gotta good scent.'

Well, this had been an interesting start. Grimmjow didn't think he'd find something so interesting right off the bat. It was unusual to meet such sensitive people. That Ichigo was very 'aware', whether he knew it or not, was another story.

Ichigo made it to the infirmary, was given pills to help the pain and taken to a bed to rest when he explained his situation. It was irritating that Toko wasn't working. She understood Ichigo's condition and usually let him go home, but this nurse was expecting him to go back to class. He didn't want to go, he barely managed to get up this morning. His meds apparently weren't working so well anymore. Ichigo hated this feeling, this feeling of emptiness and darkness… When Ichigo was like this, he didn't want to do anything, just sleep, sleep… Sleep…

Sleep….

TBC…

Okay! To get things out of the way… This is just the prelude, and to be honest, I'm a little nervous because I'm not too sure how I wrote this. This is my first shot at something like this and I hope you guys like it. I know Grimmjow and Ichigo are OOC, but as the story progresses (because of the way I have it set up), I fully intend to bring out their actual character. (Isn't a fan of OOC but couldn't avoid it). Also note that this is an AU, so no Shinigami or anything. Just… Other stuff I won't wanna give away.

This is kind of a psychological/supernatural/thriller thing I'm gonna try to do. It's a little slow, but I guarantee that it will heat up, drama is what I'm best known for so… If you guys like, I'd really like to know! Comments really keep me working (yes, I'm one of those authors). Anyways, I hope you guys found this interesting and would like to see it continue!

I also would like to say that I'll put the warning up for each individual chapter before it begins, but I'll warn you, there will be gore, violence, and other things that follow those types of genres. So you have been WARNED.