It was harder then when the goddess had forced the transformation, he was hesitant but forced himself to think of a panther and how natural it felt to be one. Ichigo was already in her little tabby form; it seemed to be as easy as breathing for her. Grimmjow glared at the cat looking down on him from a tree branch with a smug look on her face.
"Bitch," he muttered, growling as his body exploded in pain, his transformation finally taking place. This time he didn't pass out; nor scream.
"Well come on then, lets see it," he roared, jumping up to the tree she was sitting in. Ichigo rolled her eyes leaping gracefully from the branch, when her paws touched the ground she was a giant black monster cat, shadows like a black flame dancing around her, a thing of nightmares. And he was going to race against this beast. Adrenaline started to course through his veins at the mere thought of racing her though the forest.
"First to arrive at the church wins." Her voice was deep and grating, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. Grimmjow had been shocked by it but not scared, he had expected her low but sweet tone of voice. They didn't need anyone to say go, he could feel her every movement and when she coiled up her muscles so did he. The pair setting off at the same time.
It was amazing, the feeling of being a panther while running. So much faster then when he was a human but it also felt more natural then when he was on two legs. There was just so much more power coursing through his muscles in this form. Roaring his pushed himself faster, Ichigo was ahead of him but he was hoping that he could go even faster then her. He didn't know how he was ever going to go back to being a boring old human working a desk job like he had before, he finally understood why Yoruichi loved the demon community so much. As the church came into view he changed back running the last meter or so as a human, Ichigo was already there lazing about on the grass. She had this knowing smile on her face, like she knew what he was thinking.
"You enjoyed it didn't you?" she asked, standing and heading into the church. Grimmjow followed scowling.
"I enjoyed running like that, it was so much faster then anything I have ever experienced but I did not enjoy being a panther." Though his words had a ring of truth to them but the smile stayed on her face.
"Things will never be the same Grimmjow, the more you experience this the less likely you'll want to return to your world. You'll find people, normal people boring and suddenly you'll be seeking out your own kind. Everything will change and it will be easier if you don't fight it," she said, glancing over her shoulder to look at him, to see his reaction. He was scowling; but he looked like he was seriously thinking about her words. It was a start.
"I don't think so Ichigo, I enjoy my life as it is now. My new shifting abilities will just enhance it. Besides being different just means I get to experience things all over again and this time have a new outcome. The smell of the church is even richer then before and I find it oddly comforting."
"I never thought of looking at it that way, maybe I should spend a day in your world, see if I could ever live life as a human," she said, sitting down on the pew thinking about binding her form for a day. Grimmjow stared at her like she had grown a second head; the second she set foot into the city the hunters would be all over her. Everything about her said demon.
"Are ya asking to be killed?" he asked, sliding next to her into the pew. Ichigo chuckled leaning up against his shoulder; he still had a lot to learn about demons.
"Demons have a few tricks up their sleeves, especially when you are as old as I am. I know how to bind my demon blood in order to appear human." He stared at her wide eyed, how old was she?
"Ichigo how old are ya? Cause ya make it sound like yer've been around a very long time," he asked, worried she was going to be mad at him for asking about her age. Women were fickle creatures, he'd learnt that the hard way when he asked Yoruichi how old she was and just received a fist to the face instead of an answer. She smiled coyly at him, standing, walking over to the stain glass windows that adorned the church.
"Did you know that this church was built 700 years ago?" she asked, placing a palm on a panel of glass that didn't match the rest, it was clear rather then stained.
"I broke this piece here as a child, I was helping my mother with the designs when I tripped an fell. I was only 8 when this church was built. Does that answer your question?"
