The moonlight led him down the street, like a guiding light in a dark tunnel. It might as well have been one, as Grimmjow was so unaccustomed to the world of the living that the stores around him felt little more than huge granite walls blocking him in. Suddenly, the light was extinguished, and his head snapped up to see why the moonlight had vanished. His mouth returned to normal, having morphed into a snarl, when he discovered that a cloud had simply passed over it.
As he looked back down, however, Grimmjow noticed a store with its lights still on down the street. If he got lucky it'd be a food-store. They were supposed to have those here in the human world. If he'd seen one on the way here the man would have simply broken into the store and ate the food within, but he hadn't.
Once again the bloodied man quickened his pace, moving faster and faster step by step as he used his katana for support until his legs could handle the full strain themselves. Walking on the street with bare feet was no big deal, but the wind blowing itself through his larger wounds and chilling his bones was. The wounds would heal. That didn't really matter. But one of his ribs was exposed slightly, and when the wind blew against it he felt the weirdest feeling he'd ever gotten.
Soon he made his way into the blanket of light the store sprawled out onto the street and looked inside.
"Teh. Great." He thought sarcastically, seeing that the store was a clothing place.
"No point in whining about it." He thought, tired of wearing long shorts and a torn-up jacket.
Grimmjow stamped forward onto the sidewalk and far enough into the light for someone inside to spot him, instantly displaying a look of intimidation.
"That's right. Stay the hell out of my way."
His steps came quick and hard as he walked to the glass doors of the fairy little clothes shop. He pushed open both doors with a blood-covered forearm, smearing a red stain onto the middle of each of them as he walked into the store, looking around. There were a bunch of people in the store. Why he had no idea and didn't really care. Anyway, it saved him the trouble of having to look for stuff through the dark, having all these people here to keep the shop open late.
He noticed some girl wearing a uniform staring at his abdomen, as if he were supposed to be dead or something. Grimmjow scoffed when he realized the girl was staring at his hollow-hole; something every Arrancar had, just not in the same place.
"What the hell're you looking at?" He asked her in a gruff voice, tired of the girl gaping at him.
"D- do you need me to call a hospital or something?" She asked him in a panic.
"Just get me something to clean all this stuff off with." He told her, holding out a bleeding arm as the blood dripped down onto the tiled floor.
"Uh, r- right." She stumbled out, running off to get something.
Grimmjow walked over to some kind of rack with pants attached to it. He looked at them for a few seconds before just snatching a pair of white pants off the rack and glaring at another woman who was staring at him.
"See something you like dandelion head?" He growled at the blonde.
She quickly shook her head and he set his sword down next to him, making sure he and it were still in contact as he tore off his old torn-up pants and dragged on the new pair, pulling up the stupid zipper and pushing the metal button through the hole before tossing his old pants in a random direction.
Grimmjow picked up his sword again and walked over to where all the guy shirts were.
The girl emerged from the doorway she'd gone through, carrying a towel with her as he found a long-sleeved shirt with a black collar.
"Whatever. It's not like I came to the human world to get clothes or anything." He thought while reaching for the shirt on the rack. But as he did the girl walked over to him holding the towel and seemed to notice he'd taken the pair of pants.
"What? You got a problem?" He growled at her, tired of all these looks he was getting like he was some kind of... bum. It was ticking him off.
She backed off as he grabbed the towel and wiped it over his arms and torso, not really paying attention to anything in particular before throwing the now blood-red towel to the floor and grabbing the shirt off the rack; doing the same thing as he had done with the previous articles only not zippering or buttoning the shirt up after he got it on, only rolling up the sleeves the way he liked it.
The girl stumbled out of his way as he grabbed a pair of black shoes and socks and put them on before tying the shoes, angry that he was wasting his time doing all this crap.
When his last foot came down there was too much force behind it and it crunched into the tile floor. He didn't even bother to shrug since it was just a floor.
As he made his way towards the door, sheathed sword in hand, the girl called after him about the stuff he'd taken and the "wound" in his stomach.
Grimmjow's steps ceased.
He could feel the girl's complaints get caught in her throat, and felt her hesitate. This happened just as the doors to the store flew open, a bunch of mask-wearing guys running in brandishing guns.
"Get on the floor! Now!" One of them barked, instantly causing the girl and the others to do so.
As they were sniveling on the floor Grimmjow inspected the thing that had caused him to stop moving and pulled a belt off its rack, setting his sword against the rack and unintentionally making it invisible to them.
"Hey, girl, this thing just goes through the loops, right?" He asked, his tone not showing that he cared about anything, even his own question.
The guns snapped to aim at him and the one who'd barked earlier walked over to him and stuck a revolver in his face.
"I told you to get down! Now do it or I'll blow a hole in your face- agh!"
He cut the man off as his free hand grabbed the barker's face and the other one shoved the gun out of his own.
The revolver went off and he covered the man's whole face with his hand, its fingers digging into his temples and beneath his cheekbones.
"Get out of my face and shut the hell up."
The gun went off again and he tightened his hands once more in response, the man's whole body suddenly going limp.
He frowned as the revolver fell from the man's hand, which now lay unmoving down by his side.
"Huh? That's all you've got?"
The man didn't answer.
Grimmjow scoffed as he released his hold and allowed man to fall to the ground, not getting up.
"Fine, whatever." He remarked, not caring anymore and bringing the belt up.
"Frank! You son of a-"
The blue-haired man dropped the belt and grabbed the katana, a huge shark-like smirk erupting onto his face as he glared at them, feeling their desire to fight.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" He yelled as gunfire erupted in the store, shooting the clothes behind him to shreds and taking out a few lights in the process. The room dimmed as a result as dozens of round casings found their way to the floor.
Finally, the last of the guns went silent and the men scanned the room from their position, reloading.
"Is that all you know how to do?! Pull a trigger?!" A voice growled angrily at them from the dark space behind them all.
One of the men turned around just in time to get hooked in the jaw, a loud crunching sound cracking into the room as the punch sent him away, crashing into a rack and knocking both him and it over to the floor.
"Come on! Fight like warriors! Not a bunch of cowards!"He yelled, making them all back away and aim their guns at him.
"That's it, huh? You guys are pathetic."
Fire erupted from their guns again once more, but Grimmjow ran around the line of fire faster than they could react and spun, kicking a man into a wall and stomping a leg downinto the floor for balanca before rushing forward and ramming an elbow into the next man's lower ribs, breaking them all with a loud crunch. He fell forward, dropping the gun as he fainted in mid-air, the others rearing around to aim their guns at his abuser.
Grimmjow kicked out, knocking a gun from one of the men's fingers as he spun around to another's back, reaching up underneath his arm as he leaned forward and chucked the man into the same wall he'd just kicked the other one into.
One of the men finally tried to punch him, but only succeeded in getting pushed out of one of the ceiling-high windows and landing on the sidewalk headfirst.
The last one stumbled for the revolver the first guy had dropped and fired three shots wide and one through his hollow-hole as the gun clicked empty.
As he approached the man who'd fallen to the ground, still clutching the revolver, his shadow enveloped the person, making him seem twice as big to the coward as he actually was.
He leaned forward, snarling at him with teeth that were sharper than normal and glaring at him with a piercing, life-stealing glare.
"Boo!"
"Ahhhhh!!!!!" The man yelled, running away and tripping on the broken window's frame, falling into the street and crawling to the other side.
"Heh. Bunch of pushovers." He spoke before spitting on the ground and walking over to the belt, picking it back up.
None of the guys who were left in the shop stood up again.
"Nevermind. I've got it." He told the girl while setting his katana against the rack again like before and sliding the dark-blue leather belt through the loops on his pants before finally locking the two ends together with a silver buckle; a scene of a panther on the prowl etched into it.
Everyone who'd been on the floor hesitantly rose, some looking at the men on the floor, others at him. He looked directly at the girl who'd been following him before.
"I'm taking this stuff. These guys are my payment. See ya."
With that he picked up his katana and walked over to the doors, pulling them open and stepping out onto the sidewalk, feeling better already.
"I guess the human world isn't just boring after all." He thought out loud as the moon revealed itself once again. He gazed up at the moon and grinned, then followed it down the street like before, searching for somewhere to rest.
Someone has mentioned in a review that there are a few inconcistencies between my story and the facts of Bleach. Though I was aware of these, I admit that it isn't covered in this chapter what those things are. For those that noticed them, however, I wanted to tell them that eventually anything that isn't understood about said issues will be explained eventually.
Everyone else just have a fun time reading, ha.