A/N: Ah, so sorry for a later update, just school and stuff is making me unfocused on my stories sorry.
Disclaimer: do not own Bleach.
Aizen unsheathed his weapon, his zanpakuto, it's just a simple blade with a plain blue woven covered handle and dull silver blade; Grimmjow had no idea what this weapon is capable off, what the real destructive power it possesses. Aizen gave a warm smile towards Grimmjow acting as though Grimmjow isn't acting hostile towards him, yet in the smile an almost eeriness was clear which to Grimmjow was somewhat unsettling. This smile reminded him of his nanny; the one who for some reason disliked Grimmjow yet tolerated him. A moment of sadness passed over Grimmjow, but undetectable from the outside.
Flashback
Grimmjow was sitting at a knot covered desk, warm-salty tears running down his face as reached for his journal (Grimmjow refused to call it a diary). Grimmjow gently traced his fingers over the thick navy blue leather cover, Grimmjow found this expensive looking notebook lying on the street on a rainy day. He gently flicked through the pages which he couldn't bear to tear out; it was a diary of a madman he figured as it talked about magic and dead people. Yet the curiosity of a child led him to memorise what must be chants and every piece of information. Turning to a blank page Grimmjow took out a quill, dipped it in ink and began to write.
Date: Today
Year: Now
Age: 5
Emotions: Upset again
Dear journal,
Today nannies told me I was unwanted, that I was a mistake and that I would never be any significance to anyone but only bring this family shame. I only spilt milk? I don't mean to be any trouble, I'm quiet, I try hard and I have high grades (I'm even using my brand new word finder book!), what have I done to deserve this? Everyone in my family goes between loving me and saying I'm an angel to thinking I'm the devil himself. Today my mummy came home and was crying and couldn't look at me. Daddy was shouting at me saying it was my fault that mummy was crying, he seemed like he had been drinking the burning water again. Starting today I will be as good as possible. Children should be seen but not heard.
Thank you for listening to me journal
Grimmjow
End of flashback
"Well, well, what a phenomenon. Seems like you are chained here, the place you died. Although being chained here isn't abnormal, what makes it a phenomenon is that you only became chained when I arrived. Do you not like me? Or is it the opposite?" All the response Aizen received was Grimmjow rolling his eyes. "How unfortunate, this is my first major mission as an 18th seat, I arrive and find that the hollows dead and the soul won't co-operate. Shame. Maybe I could use this to my advantage?" Aizen muttered to himself, completely ignoring the blue haired mans presence.
Finally Grimmjow spoke but it came out as a demanding growl, anger pouring into his words, "Why am I chained here you bastard?" Total anger over powering Grimmjow led him to lift Aizen up by the front of his uniform, yet Aizen seemed unfazed. In fact Aizen looked calm; relaxed in fact, Aizen used 3 fingers from his left hand to push up his glasses which caught the glow of the moonlight. Even the blade which hung almost limply in Aizens hand looks as though it's more alive when mimicking the shimmering stars, scattered in the night sky.
"In fact I can definitely use you as when I'm up close to you, I sense something...Something impure." Aizen muttered.
"Use me for what, I can hear you!" Grimmjow strongly disliked people talking about his back but when they were talking about his literally an inch away from his own nose that's just too far. What does he mean by impure? Is it this strange feeling residing inside of me? No way, he must just be the local runaway lunatic.
Aizen spoke up, a cheerful tone in his voice: "How about we rid you of that chain?" As he asked that question he closed his eyes, perhaps trying to look more sincere. "Ordinarily I would ask what's possibly keeping you here and all sorts of formalities although you aren't really the average soul. Time isn't particularly on our side either as both what's growing inside you and I is becoming impatient." Distaste was written all over the chained souls face. "Not the whole foetus growing sort of thing but unstable power. More importantly central 48 are waiting for your arrival." Aizen put his blade back into the sheath, well at least it doesn't seem as though he is going to chop me up into bite-size Grimmjow chunks. Instead using his right hand, Aizen places it on Grimmjow's chest just as the heavy chain begins. Aizen began to chant, almost inaudible, but the few words Grimmjow hears make his eyes widen in surprise. No way are these some of the strange words from the notebook, this must be a coincidence. Ha, yeah I'm just worried for nothing; no way can he make a corrosive acid – not out of nothing. Not without burning himself. That man making a highly corrosive acid is literally the same as the odds of a pansy arse sparkling vampire riding on a green dragon selling unicorn meat.
The chains on Grimmjow's chest began to evaporate, yellow bubbles popped and bust on Grimmjow's chest, steam emitting from the wound. A loud cry of agony filled the area, not like anyone else could hear. Mentally Grimmjow could only just curse himself, he felt as though he jinxed himself, but more importantly he knew what was going to happen – what did happen. But these thoughts, these almost-scary thoughts were being overwhelmed with unbearable pain. Grimmjow had no choice but to drop Aizen, who landed effortlessly one his feet in a gentle hop.
"You see Grimmjow, well the figure is so slime it's almost not there but back to the point, very few humans who die have the potential to automatically become a shinigami one example is Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto. A man called Urahara Kisuke found that from about 4 people, who have this...Gift, all have a different reiatsu structure, the data is still indefinite but there is definitely a link. We detected that structure in you Grimmjow. Look at your hip Grimmjow." Grimmjow looked down to see a katana with a blue woven handle which almost matched his hair. "This is you Zanpakuto, yet a lot of this will be explained another time."
"AH!" Grimmjow cried out, as the pain intensified (no not a sex noise.) Aizen waited patiently for the screaming to stop.
"More importantly to their research though, is my own. I conduct research into extended Shinigami powers beyond their natural capacity; this is by becoming part hollow and part shinigami. You are a natural example, I was going to try and artificially make one, but you Grimmjow have potential. I may even be able to base my research of off you. "Grimmjow spat in Aizen's face yet the brunette didn't even attempt to wipe the spit of off his face. Maybe he's into that? "I will think nothing of you spitting in my face as in a moment I will unlock your true potential."
"Potential?" Pain tried dragging Grimmjow's knees but with all of his will power he refused, yet when he spoke it was a weak choke. "Does that mean I can fight?"
"Yes, in fact I will personally train you if you would like?" The 18th seat extended his hand to give the weaker man support, in life there are a few things Grimmjow isn't lacking in and one of those things are pride. Grimmjow's head swam and could no longer keep his eyes open, the immense pain faded and as did the world. The last moments Grimmjow no longer felt controlled by pain instead whatever the white substance foaming from his mouth was, was settling the pain
Grimmjow opened his eyes and wobbly got up onto his feet; vision cleared and all what could be seen is a desert of metal. Tarnished metal responsible or the landscape travelled as far as his ocean-blue eyes could see; it's best described as a desert of darkness, dunes of steel and a blood red sky. This place can't be real. The bewildered intruder began to walk around, this was for multiple reasons such as: to rid stress; find out what the fuck is going on; if this metal Sahara had some bloody paracetemol or an exit.
Stood on a dune of sound, what must be at least a mile or two high stood a cat. A very, very big cat – a panther? I thought those things only lived in textbooks? More importantly, what is it doing? This... Thing is blue? Bright blue and standing on top of the sand dune, it embraces the natural light from the moon, illuminating itself. Its pose majestic as fuck and somewhat lion-king like, dude it's a panther not the god damn king of lions (not that the lion king existed at that time.) It let out a roar of pain, showing signs of various emotions. A war cry? Pain? Hello? The panthers blue fur flickering from gorgeous silky blue to being coated in a rough skeletal like substance, its eyes changing from a relaxed green to vicious yellow against night sky black – each time the eyes change colour as does the level of urgency being show in its green eyes. Although each time the eyes turn yellow and black the level of raw instinct becoming obvious, full of the urge to obliterate and slash opponents down.
Why have I been so scared lately? This is just an over grown cat. I guess my resolve has been lost with my life...But I'm going to fight to win! I'm going to fight to become king! Wherever I go I want power!
No longer did the cat shape shift, it seemed to be stuck in one form, the form which concerned Grimmjow most. Bones. It began to hurtle down the dune at an extreme speed, leaping, avoiding obstacles. As it finished its quick journey it pounced towards Grimmjow and skidded to a halt mere centimetres away from him. Upon closer inspection it came up to his stomach and imitated his own green eyeliner. Copy cat.
Beneath the two the ground began to split, a violent tremor shook the study metal at a high magnitude. Chunks of metal broke apart from the land and began to hover, stopping mid air dead still, creating blemishes in the night sky. The panther seemed unfazed and took Grimmjow's blade before savagely crunching through the solid metal; the sharp metallic edge not even making a grace on the bone, the sound crating excruciating ringing noises.
What the actual fuck?
"Grimmjow, you must fight, fight for your sanity, for control. This thing is invading. I don't wish to hurt you. This is your world, here you're the king but you need to fight for that title." Came a smooth, warming, women-like voice, yet it seemed pained, it seemed desperate.
"What the hell can this kid do? This body is mine so shut up. Now let's finish ridding this home of pests." This message was from the same panther mouth, although this voice could only be described as demonic, not soothing or calm.
Does it mean me?
More tremors came from the earth seemingly becoming more urgent. Grimmjow looked the cat in the eyes one more time before running, running into nothingness, nothingness which is collapsing on itself, on himself.
The beast eyes turned back to a less vicious colour and for a moment, in a strained voice whispered:
"Find yourself. Look in your pocket."
Grimmjow slipped his hand into his pocket where he found a Swiss army knife, his Swiss army knife although upon further inscription there was no name on it. Grimmjow thought there was a name but as much as he tried to think what the name is he couldn't and just gave himself a bit of a headache. The wild eyed panther shook its head violently before pouncing atop of Grimmjow. Grimmjow's back hit the floor with a mighty thud, sending pain shooting through his body. It became a struggle, the blue haired man trying to escape and the cat trying to swipe his head off.
"You can never become a king." It sneered in a raspy voice, finally succeeding in hitting his face, it was only a light brush but the claws fug deeply into his skin; blood quickly oozed down his face. The cat then dug his fangs into Grimmjow's shirt and threw him into a metal mountain. A loud clang caused vibrations throughout this world.
At an incredible speed the cat sprinted over to Grimmjow and leaned above him, creating a shadow. The man was almost unconscious by now but managed to keep his eyes open.
"It's over for you."It growled in an attempt to be intimidating.
Grimmjow had a cocky grin, angering the kitten.
"It's a shame I feel invincible."
"You're almost dead, are you trying to throw me off. Pfft, you're weak, too weak to be in charge. Game over." It attempted to bite for Grimmjow's jugular but as it did so the world rumbled once more and Grimmjow dealt a fatal blow. Knife between fingers Wolverine style, the blade plunged itself into the beasts eye. Now winning, he raised his leg and kicked to creature in the same eye, digging the knife further and further in. It let out a howl of pain, understanding the pain which Grimmjow had been in not so long ago. Grimmjow grabbed the handle of the blade and yanked it out, leaving a plain, and empty eyes socket. However on the knife was a sphere of black and yellow, water dripping down. Blood began to seep out of its empty eyes socket. Grimmjow jumped and kicked the panthers head down onto the ground and stood on its head a look of triumph adorned his face.
The world began to shake more violently than before engulfing the defeated cat, more chasms opened in the ground threatening to suck him in too.
"Your job isn't done yet, you're still falling – find your sword and save yourself!" The voice was more that of the soothing panther. "I cannot help you with finding your sword, but I can help you by saying this: ensure that you want to be with Aizen, he can help you become strong but he will use you. You have your own choices Grimmjow. Make your own fate, don't let your fate be someone else's dog."
My sword? Like what that Aizen guy had? Where would it be?
List of things I need to find:
1.My resolve
2.My sword
Wait?
Wait a minute?
How cliché, my resolve and sword are in the same place aren't they?
So now I just need to do something I wouldn't feel confident in doing, gie a big speech and voila my sword will be there won't it. Then I can finally leave.
Think, what wouldn't I normally like to do..?
Heights. Defiantly heights.
Grimmjow looked up into the sky, trying to find the highest point. White dots twinkled in the blood red sky and the moon glowed brightly. Although to Grimmjow's horror he saw the sword. In a mythological, king Arthur style the sword was deep into the moon.
"This is taking the piss, how the fuck am I going to get up there. A Pegasus? If so let's just call it Blackjack." Grimmjow muttered to himself, dreading to go up there. Chunks of metal floating in the air? Of course let's just jump up on those and break my fucking neck! Grimmjow very much disliked heights.
Grimmjow took a deep breath and took a running leap at the metal, successfully landing on it – rather inelegantly though. At this rate I might be the first man on the moon. Grimmjow jumped onto the next few pieces chanting in his mind to not look down. As he jumped onto the highest piece of tarnished metal he swore, he had no idea on how to get to the moon it was still a lot higher than he could jump. Cats. Cats can jump high. Pounce. Grimmjow crouched down and began to wonder what it would he look like if he went splat onto the metal. Without another thought he pounced, higher than humanly possible and landed on the moon. Sweat dribbled down his face and a big grin found its way on his face. He yanked out the sword.
"Who's the king now?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed :) comments are more than welcome especially constructive criticism (such as: dude sort out your tenses) cause my writing isn't great and I'm far too impatient to keep proof reading my work. And yes a Percy Jackson (by Rick Riordan) reference was absolutely necessary. Seriously the amount of times I have had to edit things like star wars and Full metal alchemist references out of my work is irritating. So I have a confession, I haven't even began writing the chapter for Bleach-new beginning...oops.
