Hello welcome to another story! This story orginally appeared in my wattpad account: synthdaddyalanwilder and A03: lady_ukitake.

Warning! This story will be very dark. I have edited the story to fit the guidelines for fanfic. If you want to read the orginal version of the fanfic it is posted on my A03 account- lady_ukitake.

The rating in A03 is E but here it is rated M.

Once again, this story will be dark.

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Chapter One : A Bird came down the Walk

New York City, 1987

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez groaned as he rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes before getting up from the black leather couch. He could not remember exactly what happened last night. It was too much of a blur, even his surroundings felt uncanny from the high consumption of the alcohol.

"Fuck...," he said as he got up, trying to catch his balance.

His white fur pitbull, Pantera circled around her owner's leg trying to get his attention. He acknowledged her presence, but instead of returning her affection; he gave her a cold shoulder that alike of a stranger.

He glimpsed outside the painted veil, antique windows. It was beauitufl this morning. For once, Grimmjow enjoyed witnessing the sunrise, almost not minding being blinded by it. Magnificent, it didn't made sense to him at all. Rather he thought that his black orchids will finally get some sun, though it longer brought him joy.

"You woke up late again," a feminine but harsh voice scolded, annoyed by her cousin's prudish nature. "So what if I did," he replied lazily, pressing his left hand againist the radiated window slightly burning his pale hand.

Kagura Aizen was a 28 year old woman standing five foot eight with long wavy chestnut hair, matching brown eyes and light tan skin. She was the exact mirrored image of her bastard father, Grimmjow's uncle; but had her mother's bewitching and innocent eyes.

She was very beautiful in appearance with a pleasant poise, possessing such intelligence and athletic built; but her sharp witted tongue always gave her an intimidating aura that turned men away. Bastards.

Her mother and Grimmjow's mother were siblings, so this always gave Kagura a sense of obligation to fulfill the role of an older sister to her younger cousin. This despise Grimmjow so.

Kagura furiously threw her bag at the couch. Grimmjow could hear her blaring, pesky, six inch black stilettos rapidly shuffling against the black hardwood floor.

As he was lost in transcend, Grimmjow did not seemed to notice that she was already in front of him meeting his light blue eyes. She crossed her long arms as her dark brown medium shaped eyebrows furrowed. Kagura assured that he will give her a valid explanation to justify his immature actions.

"Kagura you're blocking the view," was his reply. She grew tired of his secretary.

"That shouldn't even concerned your mind right now. From the looks of it, I bet you slept on the couch last night. Were you out drinking and fighting with that dumbass Nnoitra? Grimmjow you know you're not suppose to be fucking drinking," she warned sternly, grabbing the empty Tequila bottle that was lying on the ground.

Grimmjow could not stand her annoying bickering.

"When was the last time you ate? Matter fact when was the last time you even took a shower, clean your apartment or better yet slept? Did you even go to therapy today? Even poor Pantera had enough of your bullshit," Kagura explained, tapping her foot impatiently waiting for an answer.

Grimmjow didn't respond right away.

She took a long pause then inhaled, "Grimmjow please don't tell me it's about them again?"

"It's not about fucking them," he replied in a low and bleak tone without malice.

"Then what is it? Grimmjow please tell me what's wrong? You never seem to open up. I'm beginning to get tired of your shit," she expressed almost in full out rampage but still kept her voice in a gentle equanimity.

Without any more options left, Kagura puts aside the bottle as she walked closer to Grimmjow and wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face onto his itchy and starched Black Sabbath tee shirt, but only to break away from her embrace and wandered towards the other side of the living room.

She threw a whimper of disgust, "you can't keep on continuing this beavi-"

"Kagura I'm 26 years old, I don't need you treating me like a child. After-, I-I'm going to work. Lock the damn the door when you leave," Grimmjow interrupted her cruelly, his face darkening.

Before Kagura could open her mouth to speak, he raised a hand to silence her no longer wishing to continue engaging in this conversation. Kagura narrowed her eyes, suddenly looking hurt with her red cupid bow lips quivering.

She cringed a bit when she heard the bathroom door slamming. Pantera laid her head down on the cream color Perisan rug. "Asshole," she whispered quietly, glancing at the black door mistrustfully.

Grimmjow gripped onto the doorknob tightly, but after hearing the front door shut loudly he felt a sense of comfort, slowly letting go.

Grimmjow sighed as he made his way towards the brown marble bathroom sink. He rested both of his hands on the edges of the sink. He glanced at his reflection in perplexity, raising his tormented eyes. All he saw was a man staring back at him. A disgusting man filled with nothing but shame and sin. His trembling hands gripped onto the sink even tighter, raising his head down no longer wishing to see the kind of man he suddenly became.

26 years old living alone in a unadorned, but modest two bedroom apartment close to his job at Hueco Mundo Medical Center. From his memory, Grimmjow deliberately remembered his aunt urging him to purchase a condo or apartment in Downtown Manhattan instead of choosing to live in Upper West. Happiness was subjective and objective, it didn't matter where he lived.

Grimmjow ran his left hand through his thick, messy light blue hair. He felt vaguely annoyed by his cousin's overbearing nature. He knew her intentions were good. In fact she was the only family member who even bothered taking their time to visit an unapologetic alcoholic with anger issues like him.

He loved her for that.

Grimmjow grinned sweetly as he opened the bathroom door. He sauntered towards a Technics SL-1200 that was standing on top of his drawer. Pantera lied down next to it, barking at Grimmjow to play music. "Up for heavy metal eh Pantera?" He said to her, while stroking her soft head.

He grabbed a black vinyl and placed it on the record, Orion by Metallica.