A Second Chance Grimmjow's Chapter
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Grimmjow was padding down a deserted alley. His blue fur gleamed in the moonlight. He continued to pad down the alley, looking for some food to eat. He was starving. Grimmjow hadn't eaten since two days before.
"I'm so damn hungry," Grimmjow meowed sadly. Being a homeless cat sucked. People threw stuff, people yelled, and he never had anything to eat. He dug around a trash can until he found part of a fish. He gobbled it up quickly. The pit in his stomach eased slightly. He searched around the can some more, but he had no more luck. Suddenly, steps sounded down his alley. Grimmjow hunched down, trying not to be seen. But he was lifted up. Grimmjow struggled but his captor's hands were too tight, he couldn't get away.
"Well, aren't you a curious lookin' fella. Now, now, kitty. It's all right. I don't bite." An old lady held Grimmjow up to eye level. Grimmjow stared at her. The old lady smiled then held Grimmjow close. She carried him home.
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Grimmjow woke the next day, for once feeling warm and comfortable. He got up, stretched his paws out, and looked around the house. He walked towards the door, then he heard a scratching noise from behind the door. Grimmjow jumped off the bed then padded over to the door. He was an ex-espada, he knew how to open a door. The only problem was how to open it with current height. He sat in front of the door with his head cocked to the left. Sitting back on his haunches, he leapt into the air and hung to the doorknob until it sank with his weight, then the door opened. Grimmjow backed away from the door, prepared for anything. Or so he thought. His eyes widened and time slowed as a she-cat padded through the open door. She sat in front of Grimmjow, then combed down her chest fur. Grimmjow unconsciously groomed his face.
"Sup. I'm Grimmjow, what's your name?" Grimmjow figured he was supposed to say. The other cat blinked slowly at him.
"My name is Vashti." Vashti meowed back at him.
"So, do you come here often?" Grimmjow lazily said. Vashti purred at him, and twitched her whiskers with amusement.
"Yes, I live here, and now, so do you. Did the old woman get you at the pound or off the street?" Vashti asked him. Grimmjow thought it over.
"Who's the old woman?" He asked Vashti. Vashti blinked in surprise.
"She is the woman who took us all in." Vashti told Grimmjow with a curious flick of her whiskers.
"Whose 'Us all?'" Grimmjow asked.
"Oh, we aren't the only ones here, Rayna takes in strays. There are many other cats. But I am the only one here because she didn't want you to be afraid because of the other cats." Vashti told him. Grimmjow smirked.
"I'm not afraid of other cats," Grimmjow smirked again. "I used to be the-" Grimmjow blinked. 'Am I allowed to say, or would she not believe me...I wouldn't believe me.' Grimmjow thought to himself. Vashti was still looking at him expectantly.
"Err, I used to be a...a...show-cat." Grimmjow improvised. Vashti looked mildly impressed.
"CFA, huh, did you place?" Vashti asked.
"Of course, 1st place. Three years ago was my last competition." Grimmjow bluffed. Vashti looked even more impressed, she pricked her ears forward.
"What happened then, and how did you end up here?" Vashti asked Grimmjow.
"Well after my last competition, my person, died and the pound people came and I avoided them, ended up on the street and was found by Rayna." Grimmjow said.
"I'm sorry about your person, what was their name?" Vashti asked.
"Ummm his name was...Aizen. And he also had twelve other show cats. Gin was a weird one, lemme tell ya. No one really knew what was wrong with him. Tousen was blind, he also tried to take off my arm once. Starrk was the laziest per- I mean cat, that had ever exists. I saw him sleep through an entire week. He went to sleep on Sunday, didn't wake till the following Monday. We all thought he was in a coma. Barragan was old and smelly. Harribel was the quiet time, didn't say a word she didn't have to...usually. Ulquiorra bugged the crap outta me. He never showed any emotion, I mean, what are you supposed to do with that? Nnoritra was a perv and fun to beat. Zommari was creepy. Szayel was even creepier, I think he was gay, but we were never sure. Aaroniero was a schizophrenic, and Yammy was a fattie." Grimmjow went on in detail.
"Wow, so where are they now?" Vashti asked. Grimmjow pondered this.
"I really don't know." Grimmjow said. Vashti bobbed her head.
"Well, do you think you're ready to meet some of the other cats." Vashti asked. Grimmjow smirked confidently.
"Bring them on." Grimmjow said. Vashti gave him a look that implied no violence. And Grimmjow gave her a look that was all innocence. Vashti meowed and six cats walked in. One had a black head, legs, tail and back, with a gray cream covering the rest of his body. And the other was white with many gray markings.
"I'm Jack, and this is my brother Boog." The Siamese cat said. Grimmjow nodded a bored greeting.
"They are my brothers, the other cats are Kally, Saphire, Sassy, and Lumpy. Kally is a tabby, Saphire is a Siamese with a stumpy tail and blue eyes. Sassy is the white cat, and Lumpy is the fluffy gray and brown cat." Vashti introduced. Grimmjow struggled to remember the names and faces. Lumpy came forward, looking at the Grimmjow and Vashti. Suddenly, she ran into Vashti, who rolled over to Grimmjow. Grimmjow blinked in surprise at Vashti who batted at his paws from under him. He growled playfully, then gave chase and was tumbled over by Boog. Vashti yowled in delight. Lumpy pounced on Jack and Jack retaliated with a tumble over Vashti. Kally curled around Sassy, grooming her face, and Saphire pounced on Boog from behind.
Unnoticed by all feline eyes, a white fox grinned from outside the window, with a little bat hanging upside down on the window seal.
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Sorry about all the kitties. But I loves dem. And I couldn't resist doing that to Grimmy.