Main Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez Ichigo Kurosaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything related to it, Bleach and all its content characters all belong to their rightful owner.
The whole story will progress in third pov.
Prequel
Ichigo was in the middle of a street, standing right above a mass of people, ignores by the living beings as he was in his angelic form, unseen by any mortal eyes. His face contorted into one of sorrow, the beginning of his eyebrows steadily raising up while the ends of it did the exact opposite, sorrow washing over his face as he stared at the death body of a child surrounded by his family, he was so close. Almost. He almost made it in time. Sadness overtook him as the spiritual form of the said boy formed, the divine being starring at him for a few moments as the boy pleaded and begged to his relatives to no avail that he was there. Ichigo forced a small, graceful and kind smile over his face as he approached
"I'm sorry little guy, it's time to go." The angel said in a slightly sad tone as he kneeled down beside the little boy.
"I can't go yet! I can't leave my family behind!" The small boy cried out as tears filled his eyes
"My apologies but you can't stay neither. It's not safe in the spiritual world. But I can promise you that I'll make sure you'll reunite with your family one day." The orange haired male said softly while gently wiping the tears of the small boy.
Just as the Angel was beginning to get up and re-compose himself it started to pour, cold rain gently hitting his body, almost in a comforting way. How ironic. The rain was never late to accompanying him after a failed task. It was always there, seemingly never to stop ever since he came to be, as long as he was still more or less alive, that's if not being an actual mortal being counted as being alive. What did that even mean in the first place? How did someone know for sure they were still there?