Title: Pure Soul, Tainted Blood

Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo

Summary: Grimmjow always hated Ichigo for being weak. But one night, he sees the orange head wildly eating a man and now he he has to help the tortured boy escape a curse.

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo made Bleach. Nobody else but him made it. This is an AU fanfic made for fun. If you choose to read, then I hope you like it and review.

He froze there, squatting in front of the dead man whose guts he was eating and just stared at me. His look was so different and so not like him. But he was staring at me, his teeth bare. They were still human teeth and I didn't see any changes, but they were obviously sharp and strong enough to tear through human skin and meat.

His mouth and almost all his face was covered with blood, and his uniform was stained with the same thing.

I saw worse than this, but I guess it's been a long time I had to learn to get used to revolting sights like this. Wait, that wasn't the subject right now!

Even if I haven't clearly seen the face yet that was hiding in the shadows, I would never mistake that orange hair. It's definitely gotta be Ichigo. But, why is he all of a sudden eating a live man who's now dead and rotting? I don't understand, but I get the feeling that he might eat me next though I can't run.

"Leave..." he choked, fresh blood of his victim spurting out. I still didn't move. Couldn't move. "Please... I'm still starving..." Something's wrong. He's speaking like he doesn't know me. The clouds that was above us blotted the moon, and everything grew darker.

He pounced on my and pinned me on the ground, but all the adrenaline necessary for me to act fast was gone and vanished, and I stared at his eyes. The warmth was no longer there, and soon I saw the color of brown swirling around, turning into the demonic color of blood red.

That red was unlike any red before. Even different from the tragic type of red that came from the pool of blood that I had to sit on for days when I was as petrified as I am now.

"Please... kill me..." He let go of my shoulders, hiding his face behind his hands in shame and he sobbed. "Whoever you are... just kill me already... I don't care how you do it. Just please... I beg of you." his voice was full of self-abandonment, self-loathing. I've never seen this side of Ichigo before.

If it was in a different situation, I could kill him already and spare him the pain of being killed by other people. But this is different. I just realized that the one who I don't like just because he acts like he's the lowest of the low, is actually someone who I can define as a monster, but not because he wants to. I can tell it's not some act so I could lower my guard.

Pure tears were falling down, and he sounded like he was really disgusted with what he had done. Everything is perplexing, but I didn't do what he asked. I just walked closer and carried him up. He started to fall asleep, and though we're both soaked in blood, at least it started to rain so no one could see us, and I won't be able to smell the stench of blood.

"Listen Grimmjow. Stay in there, and don't come out no matter what, okay?" his mother said, her voice shaky and desperate. His father hugged him close while his mother kissed him on the forehead. The door in front of his eyes was banging ferociously, and he was innocently unaware of what was going on.

But the next thing that happened was all in a flash, and once silence was occupying the place he opened the closet door and saw his parents' bodies caked in blood, their eyes lifeless, and blood flowing at every inch of the floor.

That was an ugly memory. I'll never be able to forget it. Sometimes, there really are somethings that you won't get off your mind no matter what you do.

I knock thrice and Ulquiorra opens the door. For the first time, I see the emotion of shock plastered on his face when he sees what's in front of him. Me, carrying a bloody student who's my classmate and... now in some way... a killer.

"What - the - hell?" he asked, his voice as quiet as air. I walk in and dropped Ichigo on the couch, sighing and taking some water like it was nothing big. But how am I supposed to react? Scream for help? Heh! Like hell I would.

"Grimmjow!" I never heard Ulquiorra raise his voice like that before, but it's true that I have to explain everything. How is he going to react to the fact that I just took here a kid that just ate a man? Maybe I have to lie to him, so no one would call me a lunatic.

And yet, whatever I said before, he was always the one who believed me. So I guess Ulquiorra also has the right to know but I shouldn't tell him now when he's this tense and not himself.

Maybe when he's calm again I'll tell him the truth. But for now...

"I saw him getting roughed up so what could I do but save the poor guy?"

Unfortunately, I slipped out the words 'poor guy' and 'roughed up'. I didn't know what I said until I saw those human green eyes slightly glare at me. Of course, Ulquiorra knows me too well.

"You hate weaklings."

"Doesn't mean I'm going to let them die." Kind of true, and it would sound good enough so he believed me and decided to go back home, but mostly in my guess just to get some medicine. His house is stacked with it everywhere.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Ichigo asked, and I walked back to the living room where his lips were completely cracked and his eyes closing and opening, like he's trying to keep himself awake.

I answered casually, "I see no point in doing so. Look kid, you should even be grateful that I saved you from there, because... I hate you." I admitted, filling my words with contempt. Maybe if I lash out at him right now, I would at least feel a little less stressed.

"I can tell." he murmured with a black voice. "In this state..." his eyes opened and they would shift from the normal eyes to the demonic ones. "I can read a person's mind. When you carried me here, I can tell that you hate me 'cause... I'm weak..."

"Now... you can tell why I shy away from everyone, right?" At least it wasn't because that's the way he is. But I didn't answer and lifted him up again, leading him to my bedroom where I put him on my bed but he didn't sleep.

He was just looking at me, his red eyes finally turning back to brown without changing again. Good, because I've had enough of weird things in one night. Ichigo parted his lips open, hot breath coming out his lips like he was thirsty.

"Want some water?" I asked roughly, and his eyes were deeply focused on me. "No... I need your blood." First he ate someone's guts. Now, he wants my blood? What the hell is that?

"Huh?" I questioned, my mood getting farther from good. "I haven't had enough of my meal... Please. If you won't give me your blood, I would have to eat another human to keep my hunger still for another week." he pleaded.

"I thought you eat humans." I enunciated the word eat, and I knew I started to sound more and more pissed. "Your blood... is unique. Even without human flesh, your blood... alone... could suppress my appetite."

Better than an organ out of me, I guess. With a box cutter at my drawer, I cut open my palm and several drops fell into his mouth where he greedily drank every drop that left the wound. I didn't care that it stung, because I paid more attention to the small mark of a perfect pentagram that appeared at his belly, and I could see it through the polo.

"What's that?" He looked at where I looked, and with a grim look, he replied, his expression telling me that he's much better. "Since you helped me, I guess I can trust you in telling this. I'm cursed."

A/N: Yes, yes. Ichigo's a cannibal here! It's fucking twisted, ain't it? :D Review and you'll... hmmm... what can I reward you with? I can't think of any aside from a thank you, a hug, and a big cookie.