NEUTRAL BY - KANON - CANON - 50 - 50 -

PAIRINGS: GRIMMJOWXICHIGO. PAIRINGS OF OTHERS ARE POSSIBLE.

DISCLAIMER: The only Bleach I own is the one that that rapes noses. You should have realized that in the first chapter.

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It was funny.

This place was a perfect mental copy of Hueco Mudo.

Grimmjaw could smell the coppery scent of blood in the air, and saw the dried red liquid smeared at the walls of the alley.

This was what he concluded: He had woken up in an alley in the living world, but one of the more advanced time. He was in the future, a dystopia one in fact.

Oh fuck. What's better? Aizen-set world, or Ulquiorra in tutu?

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It was funny.

Thought the orange-haired teenager.

He thought that maybe they would sent stronger people. His alter ego had taught him how funny it was... And what the enjoyments of battles are. Even when-

Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.

He'd taken it as an advice to get the hell out of the cramped alley. Ran he did.

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Kurosaki Ichigo wasn't a happy teenager. He wasn't one of those normal teenagers, which is probably why we all liked Bleach. Because it's awesome. Anyway. His father was, well, yes, technically a genius in medical world but yet a total lunatic at life. And a master at making his son's life more and more miserable. He had fun.

And Ichigo always place his annoyance within the punches they both exchanged. His life was easy to laugh at... Or pitied at. Too bad, he punched the people who did any of them.

No really. You can ask Isshin himself because, he was the one who treated those black eyes and bruises, of course... And most of the time it was the victim's.

Ichigo however is not your typical strange student. He, in fact, had this kind of job that was strikingly similar to a gladiator. It's not he like wants to anyway but...

It was either his spare time or his family's life, and he chose the latter one. (A/N: I bet nobody expected me to go serious. Well, I will.)

A game of living, that's what the judges said. More of a game of tag. The game starts right after the 6 P.M., and it will go on right to midnight. Black-clad people chased the participants. And it was his job to not get caught.

To say that the game will have a new blue-haired participant will be a fact of life. Big impact was a definitely.

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Grimmjow take a better look around his surrounding. His thought weren't perfectly correct, but it was half on spot. Future, human world, yes. Dystopia, maybe a bit.

He figured that the passerby would be able to see him (A/N: Don't you just love a smart, silent Grimmjow? He's taking shape to a cool silent guy... That is bad.) But nobody was looking at him... Even with the hole on his stomach...

Okay, now what the hell? He was thinking purely logically and... Ah... Isn't the author is just as good as idiots. (OFF-TOPIC)

Whoever made me wrote that is officially dead in Kanon's official brain-encyclopedia.

-coughlazthatmeansyoucough-

Anyway.

The blue-haired arrancar/recent-human ended his inspection. "That so- daughter, of a bastard. What the hell am I suppose to do?"

"Grimmjow."

He turned around to see straight to the face of... a person. But from his face he was a damn perfect copy of Ichigo... exception of his hair and the slight deeper tone. Say, octave. It was freaky as he- Hueco Mudo, and Aizen as an uke.

Aha, imagine that.

And suddenly a name popped up to his head. "Kaien Shiba."

The Shiba grinned, "Nice of you remembering me, Jaegerjaques." He said, a little positive sarcasm in his tone. "I'm just kidding! Long time no see, man!"

They both did this special handshake (the tealnette doesn't exactly understand how he knows it) for a minute, and another minute and they were talking to each other, out of the alleyway. "So, you're gonna play?"

"Hm?"

"Have you forgotten? You know, the game?" Seeing no understanding in the arrancar's eyes, he sighed. "It's THAT. You know, they chase you and you have to get away. And beat the obstacles and then reach for the King?"

Grimmjow suddenly feel that a crumpled paper appeared on his hand.

There is a paper. And it had... well, annoyed Grimmjow to no end.

He had no idea since when he became such a thoughtful person, but he is pretty sure that the paper came from the Author. (xD the Author. Like the Architect in Matrix)

She deserves no capital A on her title. (HEY!)

He opened the paper and read its content. It was about the GAME.

Kaien patted Grimmjow in the back twice. "Well, I gotta go prepare some of the stuff before it begin. Stay alive, Grimm." Before he walked away.

Hah, stay alive?

Grimmjaw already experienced the first death. Why bother waste the second sweet ass life (he's pretty sure the Author wouldn't give him another one)when he could kick some sorry asses?

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Ichigo slumped back to his bed. He only had minutes before it would start again. He can't find Zangetsu, his tech-katana, anywhere... Unless... "Ichi-nii!"

He looked over to the door to see his younger sister, Karin. "You've been searching for Zangetsu, right?"

Ichigo perked up at the name. "How did you-"

"Know? It's obvious by know. Father probably already knew." She searched her pocket, and pulled out a small metallic hilt, Zangetsu carved into it. "Be grateful I hide it for you. Dad went searching your room yesterday."

Ichigo thought he was becoming OOC as he almost jumped and screeched in joy.

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Tick, tock, tick, tock. Tick. Tock. Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING.

The seven rings of the mechanical chimes of the bells, had always meant that the game of death had started.

As if on cue more than a score of people started running in the town of Karakura.

Byakuya took a good look around. A surprise attack wouldn't do good for him, as a delay in his plans could bring a fatal mistake. Including the death of his younger sister. As much as he hate it, he had the same reason as (maybe) some other participants.

I didn't want to participate.

And.

It was for the sake of somebody I cared for. (Okay, ByaRuki fans. NO, he cared for her as a real close relative. Canon Bleach.)

He doesn't care about laws anymore. They were made to be broken. A certain person had made him realized that. (hint hint at canon Bleach)

He could hear footsteps of them, at first silently but grew louder. Hollows. And possibly somebody else's... Was it somebody new?

Before he could gather his thought, a whiz of teal passed him. His eyes narrowed. Shunpo... No. Sonido.

Byakuya, however could not figure out why the stranger had not attacked him. Was he another participant? But it was rather impossible. Sonido was a technique only used by the higher ranks of Arrancars or Espadas. That is unless... No, those scum wouldn't turn their backs to their king, in fear of getting killed.

"Hey, black-haired shinigami, you should move faster. They're closing on you, I can tell you that... Sometime it's better to focus on running instead of thinking and running."

Byakuya was, yeah, surely annoyed. But he unconsciously took the advice and ran without thinking. Nevermind that it worked. The worst part is, they both turned into a dead end. He looked distastefully at the stranger.

"What?" The tealnette asked innocently. "It's not like they're god-level people. Beat their sorry asses and run again!"

"You should have not intrude with my plans," (God, I can't speak Byakunese! I need somebody to help me with my Byakunese.) Byakuya threw back. "We would have not be in this trouble."

"How snide." Grimmjaw decided to kick some asses. He needs to have his daily victims... "So, they're hollows? They looked more human... But they're still weak as they were."

The shinigami, was, really, really really, annoyed. A black hilt somehow just magically appeared in his hand. "Chire, Senbonzakura." (I almost wanted to add: 'he said ever so elegantly.')

A blizzard of metal shards was summoned upon, and as it shone a cherry blossom color, it brought down death to the hollows.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're good."

Grimmjow saw no need of releasing his Pantera... That's right, Pantera. Kanon had somehow sent it to him...

Readers would have to leave it to their own imagination about that somehow. No, not THAT somehow. We will save the nose-raping later, so go prepare tissues, I'm telling you this, whenever you see a lemon alarm in the top of new chapters, okay?

Anyway.

Grimmjow, even when he is bounded to NOT release Pantera, used it to deflect and attack the hollows.

After a few minutes later, the army of hollows were lying at the floor, blood splattered over the floor and the walls. The arrancar doesn't seemed to be needed, so he decided to leave. "Well, shinigami, talk to ya later."

With a Sonido he disappeared.

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Okay. That sucked.

Well, at least I did it, right? Right, right, right, right?

Sorry for the long wait, everyone. I know you guys are trying to kill me in my sleep... But now you regret it!

(I'm just kidding xD It's not you guys. It's somebody... He said "I want my strawberry now!" And he's about as tall as Grimmjow.

Grimmjow's 200 cm tall!)

Well... See you in the next chapter!

- Kanon - Canon - 50 - 50 -