...Shifted...

Summary: Grimmjow is an Espada. He and his group of friends are part of an underground organization and are tasked with finding new Espada's. While they are on their mission to find the newest one, Grimmjow is stuck trying to subdue their targets while also trying to battle his attraction to one of them, but it seems he might not ever get the chance with the danger lurking around every corner. Yaoi. Mpreg.

Story Warning(s): Yaoi, Violence, Language, Smut, Gore.

A/N: This story was so well received in the little time it's been up. It makes me squee and I almost never squee unless I get absolutely excited. Here is the second chapter! Enjoy!

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He had turned into a Demi-Demon.

Grimmjow's heart was racing a mile a minute.

Somehow, in some twisted way, Aizen had been able to turn himself into a Demi-Demon. Or maybe he had been one of the sleeping ones and he had been awakened or absorbed one inside himself. And now he was working with the enemies of the Shinigami's and The Four Houses. Pantera didn't understand. Did they pay him to do this? To join their side? He didn't have time to wrack his brain to find out. He didn't even want to imagine what the cost to awaken/or adsorb a Demi-Demon could have been. Bile rose in his throat at the thought and the images that flooded his mind, and he swallowed it down, hard.

Demi-Demon's were rare. And were some of the oldest and most powerful of The Four Houses, and the most evil. It went Immortals, Demigods, HumaJinn and Demi-demons. Although Demi-demons were considered to be evil because they originated from a consensual or non consensual mating between a human and a demon, some could be good.

Demi-Demons, the more aggressive and evil of them at least, had all been silenced and put down like dogs by Wicca and the Shinigami Kido Corps almost fifty thousand years ago. Some, that rather follow the evil than good, liked to say they 'went to sleep' on their own accord but everyone knows the truth. Pantera himself, and his team didn't know the whole story but from the record scrolls and the legends he could deduce that the world had been better off ever since then.

And now here one was, an evil one. And he was after their targets.

Hopefully this one, or Aizen for more clarity, wasn't fully awakened. From the little actions earlier Pantera couldn't feel much reiatsu emanating from him. Even with the power spike from before, his body could still be cold, that could explain the lack of heat that should have been coming from his body and the obsidian eyes. If all this was true then this was the chance of a lifetime and he wasn't going to waste it.

Pantera's decision was made, with no hesitation. He had no time to think about it- no desire to. The dark creatures of the 'dark side' of the human world wanted to destroy it. Pantera knew, the Shinigami knew, the Espada knew, everyone knew that there were plenty of them to do it too. There were dark vampires and witches and Wicca, poltergeist and ghouls alike and more so. But something like this, was in a whole different category than one they had been handling. With an evil Demi-demon on their side, they could almost, almost, crush Hogyoku and their superiors, who wanted to help the human race live another century and so on and so forth.

And as far as those boys know, well they probably don't know much. They were the Twin Gods, the ones that were supposed to help save humanity. But those boys in there, even with the little stunt they pulled earlier, didn't look like they could swat a fly, they'd be the flies that got swatted if they didn't obey this Demi-demon.

Pantera couldn't let hat happen.

While those thoughts ran through Pantera's he was changing. His father had always told him never to change in a public place, where human's could see, unless he had to. In this time and place Pantera didn't have a choice though. He had to.

It felt extraordinary to change out of his tight gigai, it always did. Sometimes it was painful, but in a good way. Like the relief you get after pouring peroxide onto a scraped knee. His body was changing and his gigai dissolved into spirit particles and dissolved into the air. For a few moments Pantera didn't feel anything, he didn't feel as if he was anything but a spirit, or maybe a ball of energy. It was the ultimate release for Pantera. He was free.

He was becoming an animal. His form was shifting and his skin was deforming and reforming as his bones shifted towards his natural form. His arms were becoming more sinewy as his fingers retracted and his claws extended outwards. His joints twisted and his spine became sensitive and tingled until, from the base of it, sprang free his tail. It lashing out with fierce happiness.

His body was gone and in it's place rose a panther. His fur, from what could be seen through the jagged bone fragments all over it, was sky blue. His front paws dropped to the ground, landing with a heavy thump where his claws dug into the linoleum. His face, which was, long, sleek and angular like a feline had wistful whiskers, three on each side. His tufted, blue on tan, ears twisted alertly on top of his head. His eyes were narrowed and fierce, the neon blue gone and replaced with a deeper one, something like the sky at night, with striking green lines protruding from his flesh at each corner of his eyes. He lowered his head to the ground, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, his tan and blue tail whipping behind him as he did so.

A guttural growl rose from deep within his chest but he swallowed it down. He was a panther and by instinct he knew not to let himself be known, they were the worlds best stalker after all. His next decision was instinctual too, taking only a few seconds to gauge the distance between him and Aizen. He took a few steps forward, into the store, before he lowered himself in a pounce and launched himself over the racks, straight for Aizen.

His attack was silent and swift, not even a chance to defend was what Pantera was going for. He landed right on Aizen's back, his black tipped claws digging into his shoulder blades as Aizen went down. Pantera had been right, Aizen wasn't a fully awakened Demi-demon or he wouldn't be on him right now. He sunk his teeth right onto Aizen's neck and bit down hard, attacking through the spine was the way of a panther. Aizen yelled, Pantera could tell he was in pain and lashing out in rage, and down he went, grabbing at the panther on his back.

Of course it didn't do anything. His jaw was clamped tightly shut, and his claws were in too deep to be shaken off by just this. Pantera bit down a little harder and could feel blood gush into his mouth which he had no problem licking up with his rough, feline tongue. More sounds filled Pantera's ears but he didn't give a shit. His target was Aizen and he would kill him with the chance bestowed upon him. He could feel the vampires attacking him, vaguely, as they were also trying to pull her off but to no avail.

Suddenly, Pantera's body exploded in agony. Aizen had grabbed a hold of one of his legs, right above the ankle and Pantera could feel the darkness of Aizen's semi dormant reiatsu seeping into it. It felt exactly like the power from earlier, in direct contact though, it felt a hell of a lot worse. It was like his body was being dipped and coated in a vat of hot coals and the feeling itself was nauseating. All the nerves in Pantera's body felt like they were curling a shriveling up from the pain, his muscles convulsing involuntarily. Blood seeped into his mouth but he knew he had to hold on if he wanted to save the Twin Gods.

Pantera didn't even find Aizen's power scary, just the essence of it. The horrible darkness, and the coldness of his mind set. That terrified him, more than anything. His essence itself was a pure ball of hatred that went all the way back in time. Aizen didn't absorb this Demi-demon, he was the Demi-demon, Pantera knew that now. How and why didn't even matter anymore, because this creature, Aizen, he was old. He didn't know why Aizen would come back to hurt this age but he could tell he was only focused on killing Pantera.

And Pantera knew he would probably succeed. Unless he hurried.

Pantera could feel other creatures that weren't his team, inside the mall and knew soon enough that Aizen and his goons would have back up.

'But you can't make me release you..'

For a cold one, Aizen sure was strong. Like that of a Pit bull, panthers jaws could could crush and break easily, especially with all the pressure their jaws used. He could hear the crushing of Aizen's muscle, the new wave of blood that flooded his mouth would've tasted and felt great had he not been in so much pain.

Stay up... Stay strong Pantera..

Pain.. Blinding pain..

Hot... Sinking..

Pantera was losing consciousness. Then, flashes of his family and his home and life filled his mind and a new strength filled him. All of a sudden the pain didn't matter anymore and he clamped his jaws back down, as hard as he could, and started to shake his head head back and forth, like a canine.

Aizen's body beneath his convulsed violently and he could feel him weakening, which told him death was close. Shocks of happiness went through Pantera before he realized something, or someone was trying to pull him off of Aizen. They knew what they were doing too, pushing on his sensitive spots unlike the thugs who fumbled the whole time.

'No! I need to kill him!' Pantera growled, a deep rasping sound from within and kicked his back legs out to try and catch the person messing with him in the stomach.

'Please stop.' The voice, the soft and sweet male voice that Pantera heard wasn't in his ear. it was in his head. It didn't sound frightened even though Pantera was trying to gut him like a fish. It was concerned, anxiety right behind it as fingers pressed against his snout. 'Please, you have to let go.' The soft, male voice whispered inside his head again and he felt a sigh leave him. Even while the voice was whispering to him, the boy was pressing more pressure points and Pantera felt his body starting to go lax. Then his jaw loosened and his grip on Aizen was released.

After the release he could feel his body being jerked away from Aizen and he was falling backwards, all two hundred and ten pounds of him, landing on top of someone who didn't even make a sound. His vision was blurry and a wave of dizziness hit him so hard he could barely look at the room, less it start spinning on him. Slowly, he twisted his head and was met with the sight of the orange haired boy leaning over him, a relieved and worried look on his face as he played with the hem of his sweater.

"Are you alright?" The orange haired male asked as he watched his brother slip from beneath the panther's, now, lax body. Pantera couldn't answer immediately, his body was still in shock as he watched the albino twin go back over to the smaller male who stepped closer to Pantera. The bigger twin, Shiro, Pantera could remember from the files pulled him back but the smaller male shook him off and walked over to Pantera slowly. Only Pantera's eyes followed him since his body was temporarily paralyzed due to whatever the white haired male did to him.

The orange haired male, Ichigo, walked over to the still panther and sat down in front of him, a small smile on his pink lips. He put his hands on Pantera's temples and closed his eyes but Pantera was barely paying any attention. He didn't care about what the orange haired male was doing to him, only that he wanted to finish what he started. He wrenched his eyes away from Ichigo, to Shiro then to Aizen.

'He's still alive, but severely wounded. That much I can tell.' Was what Pantera was thinking a snarl slipped from between his panther lips as he realized the vampires from earlier were still alive too and one was trying to haul Aizen up and out of the vicinity.

'You mustn't! You must not hurt yourself anymore!' This time when the voice sounded in his head he could feel what the orange haired male was feeling. Anxiousness, concern, fear and curiosity underneath all louder emotions. Pantera's eyes shifted to him again but he didn't say anything, although he could talk in his panther form to other creatures.

"C'mon!" One of the vampires yelled in a voice filled with panic,"We have to get out of here before the panther and his friends recover!"

"But we don't have the Twin Gods!" The other vampire yelled back as eh looked around for the boys. Once he spotted them over by the lax panther he smirked and made his way over, completely at ease. His swagger was confident as if he had all the power in the world and could easily overcome the twins even though he was tossed like a rag doll by one of them earlier.

'No!' Was Pantera's only thought as they man came closer to them but then there were two bodies in front of the three of them that Pantera immediately recognized. Los Lobos and Santa Teresa were standing in front of them.

"You think you can beat me?" The vampire asked cockily as he readied himself for an attack. Shiro gaped while Ichigo merely hid behind the other side of the panther, his eyes on the three people before him. Before any of the others could even blink a cero was going through the vampires head from Los Lobos' gun and his limbs were being ripped out of their sockets by Santa Teresa. The remaining vampire quickly hauled the now unconscious Aizen out of the shop and disappeared.

Los Lobos and Santa Teresa turned towards the other three and Los Lobos sighed, pulling his guns out back out of the holsters as Santa Teresa readied himself.

"Fornicaras! Gamuza! Get yer asses up! We have trouble." Santa Teresa yelled and almost immediately the two rose up from behind the counter, Fornicaras in his clear form.

"Time to have a little fun." Gamuza said as she walked up to the group her piece in the holster at her hip as she handled her double edged sword in one hand.

"Isn't it always?" Fornicaras asked as white noise sparked between his hands.

"Let's just get this over with." Los Lobos said, a lazy look in his blue gray eyes.

Pantera, who's body had returned to human form, rolled over and pressed his hand to his earpiece, his eyes on Ichigo who was staring at him with his head cocked to the side.

"Tiburon, Run in through."

A/N: Yay! Another chapter down! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter too! I love your favorites and follows and feel free to drop reviews they make me happy too. XoXo

Also excuse any mistakes! I might not catch them all!

-Meep