Freedom

By: Vichy

Author's Notes: Behold my first Bleach Fan-Fic. I've thought long and hard for over three weeks about what to write and I've decided to write about this little beauty right here. I might just do a pairing; probably GrimmjowXNel or GinXNel but I promise there will be one. Please Read and Review since I've worked my hardest writing ideas down and making the plot and stuff. But most importantly, enjoy this little bitty of a story.

Summary: Crime doesn't pay, especially when you're two escaped cons on the run from the police. Grimmjow and Gin are on the run after murdering three police chiefs and need a place to stay when they meet Neliel, an escaped prisoner herself. Grimmjow, Neliel and Gin must dodge police, make it across treacherous landscapes, and find a place far away from the police. Rated 'T' for Grimmjow's lovely mouth and details and more cursing; Alternate Universe.

CHAPTER ONE: Life Without Parole

"I sentence both Grimmjow Jaegerjacques and Gin Ichimaru to life in prison without chance of parole for the murders of Lieutenant Hisagi Shuuhei, Captain Shunsui Kyouraku and Lieutenant Ise Nanao along with seven civilian casualties. Now with that being said, get them out of my court room!"

That was the magical sentence, the one sentence that would change their lives forever. Hard to believe that it had been twenty-seven months since the two were finally apprehended by the police after a shootout killing three of their best men. Grimmjow can remember it as if it were yesterday. His rugged yet clean face hardened from the stay in holding, then the correctional facility. He was silent, his hypnotic blue eyes fixed on the judge. His partner in crime, Gin Ichimaru, who smiled even as he heard the sentence, grinned at him, pale skin and all. Grimmjow looked at his partner and then looked down at the orange jumpsuit he wore.

He gave a long sigh, and with a tug at the chains around his wrists he was escorted from the courtroom. He took in the lobby of the courthouse his thought wandering back to that fateful night…

-Twenty-seven months, three weeks, and two days ago…-

Sirens flashed all around the largest bank in the areas the police began filing out front in droves. Fourteen squad cars, three S.W.A.T vans, and a helicopter waited outside for the twenty-two hostages inside crying for their live sat the hands of the two robbers. 32-year-old Grimmjow Jaegerjacques held a loaded pistol to the head of a young bank teller across the counter, yelling obscenities to any and everyone who dared make a break for the exit. The pistol clicked as he loaded one extra bullet in the chamber looking around for any stray sheep to wander from the flock.

Unfortunately for them and fortunately for him someone did. Fourteen year old Hanataro Yamada fell forward to the ground by accident. The boy's shirt covered in tears and snot from his nose as Grimmjow pointed the gun at his face. The pistol black frame aimed for his head. Hanataro cried for his life and tried to get back into the group but it was too late.

The gun went off, making a direct hit into his head.

The remaining nine watched in horror as he killed the boy, his blood splattered over the ground and the clothes of the people beside him. Hanataro grew cold as his blood trailed the ground in a wavy line towards one of the golden queue line posts.

"I've told you all before; sit down, shut the fuck up and don't move a damn muscle!" he spat beside his left shoe and pointed the gun towards the teller's head again. The woman whimpered and cried as she felt the cold steel of the rapidly cooling pistol on her temple.

"Ichimaru, hurry the hell up with that money already! We have to go now!" He yelled towards the master safe. Inside, clad in fatigue and loaded with and AK-47 strapped to his back, 27-year -old Gin Ichimaru carefully place the large stacks of money in his burlap sack. He wore a smile across his face, which was common if you knew him or saw him before.

"Don't rush me now Grimmjow. All this money will be quite heavy t' carry around once we're done here," he said in his usual drawled out voice. Four gunshots rang out from the metal surrounding the safe. Chuckling to himself, Gin continued placing money in to the bag.

"He did tell 'em not t' move."

The bank teller lay dead on the counter. Her blood mixing with the others that tried to be brave and stop him. Grimmjow's once clean wife beater now was now stained with human blood in large splotches. The remaining seventeen hostages now cried and moaned out in woe as some felt the warm blood soak into their clothes and moisten their hands and feet. Grimmjow reloaded the pistol with breakneck speed and pointed it to a little girl in the crowd. She cried and stared with teary eyes at him looking at her dead father. Grimmjow turned his gaze from her and looked up at the clock. Fourteen minute to three with forty-two seconds.

"Done, now we've got t' get out of here Grimmjow," Gin said running from the safe with over $900,000 in his bag. His smile turning into a half smile as he shot two more people just for the adrenaline rush. Two young people lay silent forever; one a boy with a bowl haircut and blond hair and a girl with blond pigtails fastened with two pearl colored bows.

"This is Karakura Police; come out with your hands up and the money beside your feet along with your weapons. If you fail to comply we'll be forced to use extreme force," yelled Captain Shunsui Kyouraku trough the bullhorn. He sighed when he say that no one had yet to come out and surrender. He really didn't want to be here at all. He would rather be home, drinking sake and playing a card game or two with his lovely assistant, Ise Nanao. But sadly, fate called the two of them to the grounds of Karakura's largest bank to stop a robbery/hostage situation. Clicking the bullhorn on once again, he spoke out again hoping this time someone would come out this time. Nanao stood beside a squadron car her back towards Shunsui and a .22 Caliber firmly gripped in her hands. The inched up towards the bank with a scowl of determination on her face. She pushed her glasses up towards her eyes and stared into the glass doors noting every movement the two felons made.

"Grimmjow, a lady cop's at the door. Want me t' take her out for ya? Gin smiles and laughs. Grimmjow nodded and took the sack of money and placed it over his taut shoulder muscles. He grunted as the weight of the bag brought him down but he retaliated and stood facing the door eying the inching female cop outside the door. Gin gave a light chuckle and pulled a silver pistol from the holster on his hip. In one fluid motion he shot at the female cop and put the gun back in the holster while making a grab for the AK on his back.

"Good shot Gin," Grimmjow complemented as he kicked the glass from the doors. He ran over Nanao stilled and blood soaked body, a bullet lodged between the eyes, snapping her glasses in two. Shunsui stood in shock as he held the bullhorn in his hands trembling in disbelief. He'd witnessed his own Lieutenant murdered in cold blood in front of his eyes. "Nanao…" trembled from his lips as he fought back tears from his eyes. The others looked on with shocked eyes as both Grimmjow and Gin both ran for their getaway vehicle. The police were snapped out of their gaze and began to fire at the vehicle simultaneously.

One brave soul, Hisagi Shuuhei made a run for the back of the car he sped towards the bumper, eventually getting close enough to latch on only to be dragged along the ground at high speeds. He climbed up onto the back of the dark green vehicle face bleeding and torn. Pulling out his gun he began to shoot into the car aim not an issue at the moment. The bullets bounced off the dashboard and whizzed pass Grimmjow's ear as he loaded up his pistol again to shoot at the cop. Gin slammed on the brakes and started to drift to the side swinging the loose hanging cop off and sending him spiraling to the ground. Shuuhei stood up shakily and shoot again before he ran out of ammo. As the car spun, he came face to face with Grimmjow and soon felt four bullets lodge deep within his body. Two in his chest, one in his arm and one right above his jaw which torn through his main vein in his neck. Shuuhei's body fell to the ground, his eyes wide as he felt the very life being splattered on the hot pavement below. He soon laid still on the hot pavement his life ebbing across the ground in torrents.

Gin soon slammed on the gas pedal speeding off and leaving a long skid mark on the ground. Police began to file in their cars and chase the murderous criminals with determination. Shunsui slammed on the gas speeding pass the others and gaining on the two fugitives with speeds over 120 mph.

"Lookout Gin but we have one determined son-of-a-bitch behind us gaining," Grimmjow said resting his feet on the bullet ridden dashboard. Gin's ever present smile turned to a serious frown as he drifted around the corner into an alley that would spit them out into the country. Shunsui trailed them; his face hot with tears and eyes red with anger. Trashcans fell over dented as the squadron car raced through the alleyway with Shuuhei hanging from the window firing shots at the dark green vehicle. One bullet lodged itself into Gin's arm causing his to slightly waiver the car into a wall.

"Shit…" he cursed under his breath. His eyes were now open flashing a blood red showing the seriousness of their current situation. He sped out of the alleyway and onto dirt roads leading outside of town. Shunsui was close behind firing multiple shots into the car once more.

"Grimmjow, t' car won't last much longer if we keep takin' shots like this," Gin calmly spoke ignoring his bleeding hand. Grimmjow growled and grabbed the AK sitting behind them in the backseat and opened the sunroof. The gun rang out drowning the screeches of both cars. The bullets hit their marks in the front of the car and on the side as Shunsui swerved to dodge the bullets. One shot through the passenger side door struck hard in his le. He cursed and pulled the car over taking one final shot at the car's tires. It worked and the car was sent skidding across the dirt road with a blown front left tire.

"Time to bail," Grimmjow yelled kicking the holey door out and jumping out. Gin did the same, grabbing the two guns in the backseat. The car flipped over twice before landing belly-up in a nearby reservoir. Gin and Grimmjow cursed under breath and stood up shakily before catching a glimpse of the squadron car speeding to a halt in front of them. Shunsui stumbled out clutching his bleeding leg and caliber in his other hand.

"You two are under arrest for nine counts of first degree murder, robbery, reckless driving and God knows whatever else you two bastards have done." Shunsui gasped and looked at his profusely bleeding leg and bag at the two convicts. Dozens of squadron cars filled behind him each releasing four police from all sides.

"Looks like we're done fer, eh Grimmjow," Gin said putting his pistol to the ground in seeming defeat. Grimmjow scoffed and spat on the ground ignoring the sirens, the sounds, the sun and the sum of the events that had just occurred. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a hunting knife and in one swift movement, flung it at Kyouraku.

It was a fatal hit…

Shunsui fell to the ground with a knife deep in his chest. The blade had gone through and punctured his heart. He had only a few hours if not, minutes to live. He pulled the blade, but it was lodged in tight. The more he pulled, the more he bled out internally. Eventually, death overcame him and as his body grew paler, his eyes began to close.

"At least I didn't go down without a fucking fight then," Grimmjow laughed before feeling the combined weight of ten husky police drag his to the ground at gunpoint.

"I... agree wholeheartedly Grimmjow," Gin said giving a thumb up before feeling the cold steel of a gun on his neck. The two were read their Miranda Rights before being man-handled into a police car. Grimmjow looked outside his window at the E.M.S ambulance outside carrying Shunsui Kyouraku on a covered stretcher into the back of the vehicle. He laughed and crossed his legs leaning back into the cramped squadron car. Gin looked out at the mourning police through his window with a smile. Two men looked back at him, anger and resentment rising in their faces as the two was driven away.

It was a very dark day in the history of the Karakura Town Police Department as they lost three brave and honorable allies...

-Present day, September 16th, 3:51 p.m.-

Grimmjow looked over at his fellow convicted partner and noticed the scar that the bullet had left on his hand. It was a dark brown raised scar that was soft to the touch. The exit on his palm was the same also. He looked back with a smile and a wave.

"Well Grimmjow, are ya ready fer a long life behind bars in a prison cell?" he asked as the two were loaded into an off white paddy wagon. Grimmjow looked at him and scoffed loudly shrugging one of the guards off of him as he lifted himself into the ride to prison. He flashed his blue eyes towards him and spoke loudly for all to hear.

"Whatever Gin, they won't keep my ass locked up for long!" The officers rushed him into the paddy wagon and soon the two were on their way to the penitentiary. The inside of the vehicle smelled of rubber cement and looked very old and worn out with claw marks etched into the frame of the car. Gin eyed them carefully noting the patterns they made. The pitter-patter of rain alerted them to the rain falling outside. It fell heavy and soon the streets were wet with rainwater and shallow puddles on the sidewalks.

"You know what Gin; I'm not really looking forward to this prison shit," Grimmjow muttered over the engine and rain.

"I don't blame ya Grimmjow. I mean 'Life without Parole' is a very long time if ya think about it," Gin drawled out with a frown.

"As soon we get in this place, it'll be time to set some ground rules with those other inmates. Who knows, maybe they'll set us up in solitary if we behave well enough."

Gin laughed loudly at his friends joke. "Well, at least the place'll accept us as we are. It'll be a long 'un for us, but we'll get through somehow. At least they'll give is phone calls 'n visitors and things like that."

Grimmjow nodded slightly reclining in the seat glaring at the outside world. Today, he and his friend were no longer free but prisoners in one of the area's largest penitentiaries. The orange jumpsuit would be his only outfit and the chains would be a daily accessory. Gin would miss being with his only friend, Rangiku Matsumoto. He would miss sitting out on his porch on long summer evening eating popsicles and telling funny stories. That would be just another story to tell Grimmjow; that is if he wanted to hear them at all. This whole thing was serious business and dangerous also.

They couldn't wait to carry on the rest of their lives…

-Karakura Police HQ in Downtown Karakura-

The four memorial photographs of the three fallen officers hung coldly on the boarded wall of the police headquarters. Each with signatures from comrades who would never see them again. Kyouraku received the bulk of the signatures since everyone knew him and his assistant. To think that in almost three weeks it would've been his thirty-seventh year working for the police along with his long time and very close friend, Jyuushiro Ukitake. Ukitake along with two others were veterans in the force and also being the highest ranking officers. The man was getting on in years, but his body would've fooled you. His ghost white hair trailed behind him as he sipped a hot cup of tea. He suffered from TB, tuberculosis, a fatal disease if left untreated. But it didn't bother him much these days, although it altered his appearance by making him rather pale in the face and his constant sick days in the winter months. He remembered how Kyouraku had surprised him with a whole trove of presents for his 29th birthday. In one of the boxes came an autographed picture frame and a few hundred dollars which he used for his medical bills. It was the best birthday he'd ever had in his life; but now he and his assistant along with another good friend Shuuhei were gone from this earth. He knew he would see them again soon and he really couldn't wait until then.

He rounded the corner still sipping the tea from his cup when he crossed paths with another good friend of his, Retsu Unohana. The woman looked at him with a smile and stepped by him. Her hair braided into one large braid going down to her back. In her hand was a stack of vanilla folders containing profiles on apprehended criminals from years ago to just last week. She gave a look at Jyuushiro's face. It was somber and slightly depressing to look at for long periods of time. It was evident that the death of his friends and comrades still showed through his emotions. She located a desk and placed the giant stack of folders down carefully before giving him a hug a reassurance. Jyuushiro hugged back letting a few tears slip down his cheeks and to her uniform.

"It will be alright Ukitake, they're in a better place now and they wouldn't be very happy to see you crying over them now. It'll be alright," she soothed releasing the hug. Jyuushiro wiped stray tears from his face and stared into her eyes.

"Thank you Retsu," he said clearing his throat and drinking the rest of the tea. Unohana smiled gently and picked up the stack of folders before walking off again. Remembering something, she called his name.

"Yamamoto says that there will be a meeting today to discuss the next members of our team. Be there at five o' clock sharp he said."

Jyuushiro nodded and walked away back to his office to sit down and stare at the picture of he and Kyouraku back in the academy.

-Five o' two p.m. at the Karakura Police Department-

"The available candidates for lieutenant and captain are: Ishida Uryu, Yasutora Chad, Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo. Now take your time looking over the profiles and comments about each one. If push comes to shove then we will wither choose all four or choose none. Either way, we need their services. The captains looked over the pictures carefully and read their profiles. Unohana carefully handled the folder containing Yasutora Chad's information and looked over it. Finally the folders were passed back to the center seat of Warden Yamamoto. The man had served for over fifty years and showed no signs of retiring. He sat in the chair, back arched with the chair's own back and neatly stacked the folders on top of each other.

"Now then, tell me your opinions on each folder starting with you Kuchiki."

Byakuya Kuchiki sat hunched over slightly on the table with his hands clasped together covering his bottom jaw. The man was a legend in the police force with stories that he single handedly stopped a car chase by not only stopping the criminals but saving thousands of lives when both cars stopped mere yards in front of a nuclear power plant. He had received numerous awards and achievements and was next in line to be warden himself should Warden Yamamoto ever retire.

"The boy, Abarai Renji, he seems top class potential for my own lieutenant. He has skill and would do nicely as an assistant."

The table came alive with nods and murmurs of understanding. Yamamoto pointed towards the bulking figure of Sajin Komamura, the quieter more reclusive member of the force. He wore a hooded garb over his head at all times making his true face a mystery. He voiced his opinion on Yasutora and Ishida then passed the buck over to Unohana who also voted for both Yasutora and Ishida. Next came the youngest member of the force, Hitsugaya. Looking at the profile of Kurosaki he voiced his opinion for him and him only. Next were Soi Fon then Zaraki Kenpachi, then Mayuri Kurotsuchi, you placed their votes on both Kurosaki and Renji. Last came Jyuushiro. With red eyes and a scratchy throat he voiced his opinion on Kurosaki alone. Warden Yamamoto nodded in agreement. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the meeting and soon everyone started to file out.

"Man I'm beat. I guess I go home to Yachiru and work out a bit," Zaraki said stretching and grabbing his jacket. Soi Fon waved goodbye to the spiked haired man as he walked through the door and out into the rainstorm with nothing but a jacket over his head. Jyuushiro decided it was time for him to leave also. Gathering his things, he headed outside glad he brought his umbrella today. Waving goodbye to Unohana he stopped a taxi and got inside with a frown on his face. Byakuya was next to leave. Carrying only a briefcase and a small personal umbrella he walked towards the parking lot towards his black colored car. Unohana sighed deciding to stay a little while longer. Sitting in her office chair she stared at the picture of her Jyuushiro and Shunsui in the academy. Jyuushiro's arms were around her shoulders along with Kyouraku's. Times were funnier and happier back then in the academy; now with one of the key players gone, she wondered if things would ever go back to the way things were before. She looked at the picture until tears welded in her eyes she placed it aside and placed her head in her hands, sobbing quietly over her friend.

-Karakura State Penitentiary, 6:09 p.m.-

The rain only got heavier and heavier as the paddy wagon pulled up to the gates of Karakura State Penitentiary. Grimmjow and Gin were leaded off the wagon quickly and roughly as they stared up into the building. Gin smiled despite the predicament they were in and Grimmjow stared with blue eyes and a growl. With a strong push by the butt of a rifle, they were led inside slowly; their orange jumpsuits getting soaked to the marrow.

"Ready fer camp Grimmjow?" Gin asked with sarcasm in his voice. Grimmjow ignored him and kept walking, back aching from the rifle push and wrists red and swollen from the handcuffs. Walking inside the dry building showed little to no comfort.

The prison was lit with dull orange lights overhead swinging with a creek. The floors were stained with unknown black streaks and skid marks from shoes. It smelled of neglect and old clothes from years and years ago. The smell already drove Grimmjow mad, but he had to get used to it since this was his new home. The cells block was to their right and left with the gym in front of them and also the courtyard for weights and other things.

"This year'll be fun. I think I'm beginnin' to love camp now," Gin spoke again with more sarcasm.

"Gin, shut the fuck up," Grimmjow said as he was pushed towards the cellblock to his immediate left and Gin to his right.

Giving a slight wave Grimmjow was led off into the left hand cellblock, awaiting his new room with heavy anticipation. With smirked closing his blue eyes and absorbing the sights and sounds of the prison.

This was going to be a long camp…

Author's Notes Two: Whew, this was a pain to write since it took over six hours but it was indeed worth it. I am extremely proud of this chapter as a whole especially with the part at the Karakura Police HQ. Just to show what a good sport I am, I will give you a quick glimpse at the next chapter.

Grimmjow stared at the skinny man with anger running lines across his face. It was bad enough that he stepped on his hand on purpose but now the bastard wanted to fight him. Rolling up his sleeves he balled his fists glaring evilly at the black haired eye-patched man. He laughed and threw the first punch but was stopped cold in Grimmjow's grip. He returned the punch with full force into his face. His blood littered the pavement and even a few molars and a bicuspid plinked to the ground.

Clutching his jaw the black haired man cursed at Grimmjow.

"Fuck you, you bastard. How dare you hit me, Nnoitra Jiruga you lowly piece of shit I'll fucking kill you!"

Author's Note Part Three: Well I hope you enjoyed that little preview of Chapter Two. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next; Nel will be introduced and so will a few others.

-Vichy is out!