Me: OH I LOVE BEING A DEFIANT UKE! IT'S SO DANG FUN!

Ichigo: Damn, why did I get the crazy bitch?

Me: BECAUSE I OWN YOU!

Anime Cosplayer: /shakes head/ No you don't... Grimmjow, you and I both appear to be the only sane ones. Mind doing the disclaimer for me?

Grimmjow: No problem.

Disclaimer: That Anime Cosplayer and Yumenezi hold no rights over Bleach, nor do they intend to. If they did, it would be a Hell hole.

Me: THATS JUST SAD, GRIMM-KUN!

Theme: Shapeshifting [Werin, vampire, dhamphire]
Pairing: GrimmIchi Yaoi [Slightly, some graphic scenes, nothing TOOOO serious]
Universe: AU [Alternate Universe]
Genre: Supernatural, Horror, Mystery
Rating: Teen [May go up due to slight graphical content]
Sumarry so Far:

Ichigo is your average, everyday human...
Getting picked on by Punks, almost getting knifed by their gang, and the such, you know, average. Right?
Until Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, the school Punk, reveals his secret... what will become of this unlikely duo as they journey to overcome obstacles ste by the mysterious phsycotic freak?

[all I came up with]

Me: Ichigo [Sorry, I love being Ichi, it's so dang fun to be a defiant Uke~]
That Anime Cosplayer: Grimmjow

Grimmjow had been preoccupied with Nnoitra, that he wasn't paying much attention to the damsel in distress behind him. He was doing pretty well, in hand to hand but in the corner of his eyes he had noticed that some of his gang had dispersed, which he had frowned upon.

Are they really doing what I think they're doing? He thought as he side-stepped to dodge, fists raised, and from his depth perception, Ichigo was being held down and that infuriated him, quite greatly.

He snarled and threw a glare to Nnoitra and had to quickly debate with himself again. Save the damsel or beat the prick standing before him. Well, he had to choose pretty quickly or else, he didn't think that Ichigo would hold out all that well, or at least, that was his assumption. His gaze trailed back to Nnoitra and he said, "This is between you and me, now we settle this here and now, or else you'll truly regret it." He swung a fist to Nnoitra's left cheek, as he hissed, "You're starting to piss me off...and you wouldn't like it when I'm truly pissed off."

Nnoitra cackled evilly and dodged the fist sent his way. He threw one to Grimmjow, grinning like a madman and feeling a rush of exhileration as his fist hit solid flesh. "Hah! Take that, cunt!" he yelled, his voice echoing.

Meanwhile Ichigo fought his captors, releasing their hold on his arms and kicking one into the other, causing a pinball effect. He smirked as more tried fighting him. 'Heh, they all think I'm weak jus' cause I'm a studier and have nothing better to do... unless I want to watch my dad take care of another old man... although Zangetsu-san was kinda cool...' Ichigo shook his head... he was straying off topic, Jesus Christ!

He struck a ftst to his side, his eyes shadowed by his hair. 'Damned people, I don't have their money, Jesus! Why can't they wait for fuckin' tomorra?' He thought, trying to pay attention to what he was doing.

He didn't notice that behind him was a man, very broad shouldered and narrow-hipped [YOU ALL KNOW WHO IT IS! DORDONI-DON PANINI!]. He had a pocket knife with him, and as he came closer, he smiled. It was a sad smile.

'I am sorry, nino. You look like a nice boy,' he didn't notice a foot connecting with the side of his head, he didn't notice how his skull cracked and he didn't notice that his head was gushing blood. "Become a demon... to save your friends, nino." he muttered. His eyes dimmed, losing their soft, friendly glow. He slumped to the ground.

-

Ichigo's eyes widened, he took a step back. 'I... I fuckin' KILLED A MAN!' were his frantic thoughts. He heard the last words from the mans mouth. "Become a Demon... to save your friends, nino."

What did that mean?

Grimmjow felt the blow to his cheek, and he stumbled back a bit, but for the most part held his balance. His glare narrowed on Nnoitra. He was getting infuriated with both the cackling and the insults. As another fist flew at him, he caught it, just before impact to his face, and tightened his grip, forcing Nnoitra's fist to bend backwards until he heard a snap and kicked him back.

"Between you and me, I think you're more of a punk ass bitch. Now, get your ass out of my sight...or else I'll break the other one." He snarled at him. Nnoitra, babying his now freshly broken wrist glared at him before scurrying off. "Serves the damned bastard right."

He turned on his heel to finally see Ichigo, both in shock and fright, and probably frozen. He glanced down to see another figure on the ground, equally frozen, with the exception that the man on the ground had blood gushing from a severe head wound. What the...Did Ichigo do that?...Great.. He thought. "...Just fucking peachy." He murmured as he strode over to Ichigo.

"You do realize we have to deal with this, right?" He said, quite annoyed, gesturing to the limp form on the ground. He was used to beating people to within the very inch of their lives, not actually killing them, so this was not exactly what he wanted to deal with today. "Any suggestions?"

When he wasn't answered right away, he shook Ichigo on the shoulder and said, "Hey, you in there? Did you hear a word I said?" He frowned again, only because he felt like he was being ignored.

Ichigo turned his head slowly, his eyes wide and unblinking, "I... I killed... I... ki-killed... a m-man..." Ichigo muttered, his hand shaking as he pointed towards the limp form lying on the floor in front of him. He stuttered incoherently.

His foot slipped on the slick blackish, bloody pool that had formed around the unidentified males head, gasping as his head cracked against the hard concrete, seeing stars. He stared at the sky. His eyes closed, and the world blacked out.

-

He woke up, but he wasn't at home... or anywhere recognizable, for that matter. Everything was upside down, there were blue skyscrapers, going sideways instead of right-side up. He scrambled up to a sitting posistion, frantically looking around. He looked down, and realized that he wasn't in his clothes...

Well, he had different clothes...

Instead of his Mecca shirt, windbreakers, and skuffed sneakers, he wore Tatami sandals, a tight cloak, which flared off at the hips, and baggy pants.

"Well, looks like 'e finally came to 'is inner worl', Zangets'." a voice sounded behind him, its garbled double-tone taking Ichigo off gaurd for a second.

"Who... who are you?"