Yellow. A sickly yellow, the kind you stay away from, pierced straight through Grimmjow. But it wasn't even the color of its eyes that made him freeze, eyes widening as unease swept through him, it was intelligence. There was a light, a fire that burned defiantly in its eyes. It had knowledge. Prometheus' gift had somehow ended up inside this creature, this dumb and dull thing with feet knew what it was doing, and that unnerved the panther standing not even ten feet away.

These beings weren't supposed to defy their predator, only run and hope their legs could outrun whatever chased them that day. Yet right before his own eyes, there was an exception, this abomination of prey. By just standing there, it's stupid eyes still locked onto his own, it was dishonoring, mocking, and sullying the very word "prey". Prey did not stand. Prey bolted, sprinted, jumped, and flew away from their attacker and prey certainly did not stare down the one that was about to take its worthlessly insignificant life.

This stupid piece of shit, he thought

This fucking shit, this

Stupid

Fucking

"Piece of shit!" he yelled, finishing his train of thought out loud. Infuriated that the creature before him dared to defy the King, its King, his blood boiled with rage.

To make matters worse, it didn't even blink at his outburst.

It's looking down at me, he snarled in his head as an angry growl escaped past his lips, how fucking dare it?

The king was beginning to see red. Eyes becoming slits as his vision tunneled just to the creature. His claws extended out with a snap, itching to tear into its flesh so badly it almost hurt. Lips curled up in a snarl that would curdle milk. He crouched low, danger radiating off his body in waves.

And the creature Still. Fucking. Stood. There.

Without another thought, Grimm launched himself at the creature. One arm pulled back to slash the stupid look it was giving him right off it's face.

I'm gonna tear those fucking eyes right out.

Like a scythe cutting down wheat for harvest, he swung his bent arm around to the creature. All of this happening faster than the normal eye could follow.

Serves you right, fucking bastard.

And it straight up vanished, right as the tips of his claws were about to rip its face to shreds.

The king, thrown completely off balance, stumbled forward and completely in shock at what had just happened. Eyes as big as saucers.

Nothing had ever evaded his attacks, his attacks never missed. Not once. He was too good for that, too fast. He was the King and the King never fails.

Grimmjow spun around, searching for it. He found it back where he had been standing just two seconds ago. Standing still and eyes boring straight into him.

"You're dead." he said quietly. A calm anger, deathly, enveloped him. This was no longer funny. No longer a game a cat and mouse. The idiotic thing dodged him once, there was no way in hell it would do it again.

Grimmjow stood up straight. His shoulders back, legs shoulder width apart, knees bent, head cocked slightly down, and eyes narrowed right back at this eyesore.

He took one quick breath in and launched himself again with his back foot, barreling forward and

Froze.

Red suddenly covered his vision.

It was blood. His blood. Pain. His chest hurt. He looked down and saw a thin red line extending across his upper chest.

When the fuck…

He was at a complete and total loss. First it dodged his attack completely and then it wounded him.

No. Fuck no. This isn't happening.

This couldn't happen. Nothing even happened! He saw nothing. Nothing! How did it even cut him? Nothing could touch him. He was King. What was this thin treacherous mark doing on his chest? It didn't belong here. It shouldn't even exist. Just like that thing that was standing there like it owned the place.

Without another thought he stilled. His mind focused on two words that then, impossible soft, emerged from his thin lips.

"Grind, Pantera"

With those four syllables, the world turned upside down as the wind kicked up a storm, Grimmjow as its center. Legs elongated, ears became pointed, teeth sharpened; a white exoskeleton encased his body. With a roar that sent a shockwave across the landscape, his transformation was complete. The panther was released from its cage.

He wasn't thinking anymore, there was no need to, only that thing not ten feet away needed to be gone and it needed to be gone now. By any means at his disposable he would make it so never again would he have to stare at those putrid eyes.

He vanished; flash stepped out of existence and then back in, right above the creature. Twisting with one leg up and bent back behind him, he kicked.

Again it vanished, appearing the same distance away from him as before. Before Grimmjow hit the ground, let alone could think about how the creature had avoided him yet again, he vanished as well, appearing next to it. Legs and arms outstretched in a pounce that would make any feline proud.

Again, it vanished right when he was just about to send it to death's doorstep. And again Grimmjow chased it, only to have it disappear just outside his grasp. Each time reappearing only a few yards away, staring right at him and standing completely still.

This accelerated dance lasted until Grimmjow stopped at last, gasping and panting for air. No matter how close or how fast he was it would disappear again and again. Mocking him, his crown, and his throne.

Finally catching his breath, he straightened only to gasp as pain seared down his whole right side, time slowing down with it.

Fuck

The intensity of the pain and the pure shock of it as well, nearly made his eyes roll back into his head.

Suddenly his body remembered to breath and air shot back into his lungs, speeding time back up. Looking down to his side, there it was. A long gash that went from his shoulder all the way straight down to his hip.

When the fuck did that get here?

Nothing was making sense anymore; nothing made any sense the moment the creature looked into his eyes. But Grimmjow didn't have time anymore to contemplate how he had been injured. Blood was gushing out of both his cuts now, streaming down his long and lean body and taking all of his previous rage with it. Before long he was going to find himself sprawled on the floor, already he was beginning to feel lightheaded from the loss of blood.

Grimmjow then began to trudge his way over to the creature, never once breaking eye contact and fire and determination still burned brightly in its eyes.

Fucking disgusting

Those eyes made him feel sick to his stomach but he still cautiously trudged closer and closer till he was in arms distance.

Breathing heavily and arms hanging by his sides, the King stared at the creature. It still hadn't moved away from him, even though he was this close.

He stifled a grin. An idea had formed.

Suddenly he lunged for it, arms out wide in an attempt to grab the stupid thing before it could vanish again.

There's no way. There's no fucking way it can dodge at point blank.

He was half right, for the creature didn't move a muscle as his arms rushed towards it but suddenly he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. He had been stabbed, he knew it, it felt like a blade had just cut through his shoulder, but he wasn't going to let pain stop him this time. He was so close. Instead he continued forward, right hand forming a point, his own dagger, and shoved it straight into the creature.

…

He couldn't believe it. He stared at his hand, now deeply embedded in the creature, in complete shock. He had hit it. Finally.

Fucking finally.

"I got you, ya fucker"

He grinned, and looked up into the creatures face, and stilled completely. Ice water poured down his spine as fear clutched his heart. Its face inches from his; its eyes stared deep at the Kings, as if it hadn't been stabbed. And for the first time during this fight, he could see something in its eyes besides determination.

It was pity.

His mouth dropped open in complete disbelief.

He wrenched his arm back and leapt as far as he could. He had to get distance, had to get away from that emotional thing.

His heart was pounding incredibly loud in his ears, his body's way of screaming at him to get away. Chest heaving, he looked again at the creature and again it was still looking at him with pity.

With damn contempt

Actually wrote this a while ago and never posted it but I want to come back to writing this story so here's 1500 more words of more confusion that will make sense in at most two chapters I promise. It appears my brain will only write 1500 semi-eloquent words at a time so my apologies for the jerkiness between chapters.

Also any words or even complete sentences from yall are always appreciated, even though theres not much to review yet, a simple hello always works for me.