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a/n: okays, so here's my first venture into the Bleach world. I've watched the show/read all the manga chapters and have absolutely fallen in love with the characters. Grimm is my favorite, followed closely by Renji, Ichigo, Uryuu and Ulquiorra. I decided to write the first chapter in Grimmy's POV, but in all following chapters the POV will bounce between Grimm, Uryuu, Renji, and Ulquiorra. Since those pairings are the ones I will be focusing on. There may be a few others as well, in later chapters. If it seems scatter-brained, that's only because it's Grimm's POV, and I feel like he'd be one to go off on a lot of tangents when he tells stories.
Also, I don't want any grief on how I spelled Grimm's name. I've seen it Jeagerjacques, Jeagerjaques, Jaegerjaques, Jaggerjack, Grimmjow, and Grimmjaw. I gave up trying to find the right one, and just picked the spelling I like the best.
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Warning: May contain spoilers, language, m/m hints
Beta'd by: Charlotte a.k.a MasterAkira

Summary: Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra, Stark, and Halibel defect during the battle with Aizen. Miraculously, they are given a second chance to live. As punishment for their crimes, they are forced into House Arrest in the human world with their respective probation officers. Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra are stuck with their personality opposites, but oddly...neither of them mind. This is their story. GrimmUryuu, RenUlqui, and others.

Pairings: GrimmIshi(main), RenUlquiRen (main), SadoIchi (side), StarkKira (side)

Chapter 1
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I sat in a room with the three other arracnar who'd defied Aizen in the final battle against Soul Society. We were all silent, starin' in confusion up at the old man who'd brought us there. Surrounded by Shinigami captains and lieutenants, we couldn't do anythin' but wait for the winnin' side to decide our fate. Lookin' around the room, I could see some familiar faces. I recognized them as the Shinigami who'd stormed Hueco Mundo for that stupid girl with the orange hair. I still can't quite figure out what's so special 'bout her. She didn't do anythin' worth shit to help Aizen as far as I know.
"We shall now begin," the old geezer in the front of the room said, starin' at the four of us with a serious expression.
I was so uncomfortable. Seriously, was it necessary to bind me to the chair with kidou…it's not like I was in any shape to resist. Siiighh. So, yer probably wonderin' how I ended up there; and come to think of it, yer probably wonderin' who the fuck I am. Well, I'll tell you. The name's Grimmjaw, Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques, former Sexta Espada of Las Noches, Hueco Mundo. I was part of the ten elite soldiers in Aizen's huge, fucked up, arracnar army.
I was supposed'ta help him defeat the Shinigami he'd betrayed before he came to us, but I'd never had any real interest in that. I was only interested in the power he offered to me...in the challengin' fights I might get to enjoy as an Espada. I think that was the pompous ass's first mistake. There're so many Hollow like me, and most of us only followed him because he promised us power. He should've known that most of us would only be loyal to him as long as he held the power to take ours away.
So, that takes us to the now. The way we ended up in Soul Society in the First Squad's meetin' room. It was Stark, Halibel, Ulquiorra and I who'd defected. As soon as our Aizen-sama lost it...as soon as it was clear he wouldn't come out of the battle with Old-Man Shinigami alive, we rebelled. I mean, that's not the only reason we did it. There're a million other jacked up factors that led to it. He treated us like fuckin' puppets, for starters, and we lived in a constant state of fear of bein' destroyed or replaced. But, that's just it...ya see, we continued servin' him outta fear of losin' the forms we now have, of bein' destroyed. As soon as we saw that he'd no longer be a threat, we switched sides.
Halibel and Stark turned their blades from the Shinigami they were fightin' onto Aizen, his two lackies, and Barragan. Now I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but the second Espada's a regular moron. He had no chance. Stark and Halibel easily killed him with their combined power. Ulquiorra and I were trapped in Hueco Mundo with the other Shinigami, and of course, Kurosaki. We both felt the distressed pulse of our "master's" reiatsu. By the time we did, both Tousen-bastard and Foxface had already been hacked up by the Primera and Tercera Espadas. I was nursin' the wounds from my fight with the Substitute Shinigami and Nnoitora's sword. Ulquiorra was about to be slain by the brat.
I don't know how that prissy bastard survived Kurosaki's blade, especially in the crazed condition the kid's reiatsu was in...I could feel it all the way out where I was. But, I pulled myself together, treatin' my wounds the best I could before usin' Sonido to try to find the rest of Kurosaki's nakama. I heal pretty quickly anyway. It's an Espada thing...at least for me. My saliva has healin' properties. It's nothin' like Hime's crazy "heal it all" powers, but it's enough to close the wounds.
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Oh, shit! I forgot where I was in the story...
Oh ya!
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Right, so Kurosaki's nakama. I found'em tied up with some of the castle guards. Lower level arracnar I know they'd probably be able to beat if they weren't so worn out already. At least that redhead with the tattoos would be able to. What's his name? Kenji...Senji...eh...he'll be Pineapple for now. He killed Yylfordt, one of my stronger fraccion and would've killed Szayel if the Octava wasn't such a cheater. He calls it science, but everyone else jus' calls it fuckin' cheating. I knew Red was no pussy. I figured that I'd help them defeat all these bastards so that when the Shinigami in the real world finished, there'd be no resistance here in Hueco Mundo. Besides, I was sure they'd see me more favorably if I saved some of their warriors' lives.
So anyway, I swooped in, savin' the little black haired chick from an arracnar who'd snuck up behind her. He died quickly, the one eye visible from behind his mask wide as a confused "Grimmjaw-sama" left his mouth. I merely smirked, cacklin', and even wavin' a little as I watched the life fade from his body. Poor sucker. When I turned around, the tiny woman I'd saved merely blinked up at me for a moment, shock evident in her ridiculously huge, lavender-blue eyes.
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See...I ain't that stupid..I can be descriptive...
So, the story...right.
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CLANG!
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"Ya ain't got time ta stare girly!" I growled.
My arm shook slightly as I held back her attacker with my sword. Her eyes widened even further. Honestly, how big can one person's eyes be? I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to be that huge in comparison to yer whole face. Well, anyway, the stupid woman looked frozen in place. I mean, sure...me, the enemy, jus' saved her life...twice. Me, who'd punched a hole through her stomach not too long ago, jus' rescued her. But, fuck...you'd think she'd be more worried 'bout the fight.
I ignored her stare, usin' my superior strength to push the lower level arracnar away. With a slash of my sword he was dead. But damn, we were surrounded. There were so many guards swarmin' around us, I could do nothin' but wait on edge for one to attack. The woman seemed to be gettin' herself together when Pineapple hacked his way over to us with that crazy lookin' sword of his. It really is somethin' else watchin' that guy fight. He's angry and brutal, but still somehow graceful.
Shit, now I sound like some kind of pansy poet. Well fuck all of you! I like fightin' okay! So what if I can't help but describe it all detailly like that. Anyways, Pineapple-head made his way over to us. He looked beat, as he probably should after facin' that pink haired, fancy-boy cheater, Szayel. Sweat and blood mixed in streams that ran down his face and body. He panted heavily, lookin' from me to the woman and scowlin'.
"Listen, Rukia...we don't got time to w'rry 'bout why...if he wants ta help...let'im help," the redhead said.
"B..but..."
"Ya heard'im woman! Now get yer head back in the fight!" I said, and darted off before she could answer.
So, yea, that's how I ended up in Soul Society, alive...and hopefully stayin' that way. I glanced over at the others. Stark was sittin' back, arms bound behind his back with some kidou spell, and head lollin' back as he dozed lightly. Halibel stared coolly at the old man in front of us. Looked like she was tryin' to read his mind she was so focused. Is that one of her powers?...I never paid close enough attention to anyone else to know.
"You're going to let them live? Outrageous!" someone shouted, breakin' me out of my thoughts.
Ah, the Shinigami were arguin'. Old-Man Shinigami turned a really blank lookin' stare on the man who'd spoken. He was a pretty lil' thing; blond haired and blue eyed with a smooth, angular face. Looked like a noble.
"You think they should die, Kira-fukutaicho?"
"We can not just ignore all the crimes they have committed! All the terrible things they've done." The little blond said.
"But we should ignore the lives they have saved by switching sides?" The Old Man asked.
"But Commander Yamamoto-san...they…"
"Did I kill you for following your captain and causing the injury of two of my most valued officers? Did I kill Abarai-fukutaicho for trying to save his friend or Kuchiki-taicho for defending his sister?" The commander asked.
"Their situation was nothing like this. That was different Yamamoto-soutaicho," a young woman added. She was pretty too; smart lookin' with her sharp eyes and stylish glasses. She had black hair, pale skin, and wore the badge of a lieutenant. "8th division", it read. Her fruity lookin' Captain with the straw hat and pink kimono frowned at her.
"Nanao-chan...you should be more forgiving. We have yet to learn about their situation. The fact that they turned on their leader as soon as we gained the upper hand counts for something. There might be something behind all this that only they can tell us. It seems to me they were waiting for a chance to defect," he said. He's pretty smart for someone who dresses so fruity.
"Yeah...they switched for self preservation. They knew we would win. Of course they'd want to be on our good side," the girl grumbled.
"Well, naturally..." Stark snorted, one eye cracked open in the direction of the girl. I scowled at him as Halibel and Ulquiorra glared. The shinigami had all gone silent.
"You have something to say, Hollow?" The old man asked. Stark went to speak, but Halibel's sharp eyes halted him.
"Let her explain. She's better with words than I am," he said, yawnin' and lettin' his eyes fall shut again.
Idiot...he's so damn lazy, he couldn't even pull us out of the hole he just dug us into himself. At least Halibel's smart...women always know what to say to make things better. Besides, more than half the people in the room were men and Halibel's no common Sue. Her uniform's lack of cloth would definitely hold their attention.
"What he is saying is, yes, we switched to preserve our own lives. No one here can insult my intelligence by telling me they would not have done the same in our position," she began, her aqua green eyes challengin' the room to disagree.
"However, there is more to our defection than just that. The truth is that neither Stark nor I had ever wished to serve Aizen. I'm sure both Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra will agree," she explained.
I nodded and Ulquiorra jus' kind of stared. I could understand anyone bein' wary of Ulquiorra's defection. I know I was. I mean, he was Aizen-asshole's most loyal servant...er…I mean Espada. At first I wondered if he was doin' it as a trick, somethin' Aizen cooked up jus' in case things went badly durin' his Karakura destruction plot. But then I actually talked to Ulquiorra. We were placed in the same hospital room in the Fourth Division when the Shinigami brought us back to Soul Society. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I've always been curious…I guess my nature jus' got to me. I asked'im, and to my surprise he actually answered me.
That's when I found out that he, out of all of us, was the one who had to pretend the hardest to be loyal to that asshole Shinigami. I won't go into any details, 'cus Ulquiorra will explain it himself eventually, but I can say that if I could…if Aizen weren't already dead, I'd kill him and gut him for the things that the former Cuarta said that fuckin' sick Shinigami had done to him. I don't even like the lil' fucker, and I would kill Aizen for the way he tortured Schiffer. No one deserves to be treated like that…ever. I suppose I was lucky that Aizen didn't like me, because apparently his favorites were subjected to some fucked up shit.
Anywho, Halibel started to explain our situation.
"Before any of this happened, we were but beasts living in a world devoid of civilized beings. We were monsters, cannibals killing and devouring each other in order to survive. To get stronger," she started.
"Aizen came to us."
"Aizen came and found us, the strongest Hollow scattered around Hueco Mundo. He drew us in with the promise of power. He gave us a more human appearance, a warm place to sleep and live. He gave us a purpose," she continued.
"We were indebted to him for that. With the Hōgyoku in his possession, he could take everything from us just as easily as it had been given. I didn't want that, and I am sure the others agree that they did not wish to return to their beast-like existences before, mindless and without reason to to on," Halibel said.
"Why would it matter so much if you were more human?" The blond vice-captain asked skeptically.
"Would you want to be a monster?" She asked. He narrowed those big blue eyes of his.
"You're Hollow...you were monsters to begin with. Why would being more human appeal to monsters?" He said. Lil' prick...so we weren't pretty like the Shinigami were...we still came from the same source.
"What are Hollow but distressed, human souls?" Halibel countered.
There were several gasps across the room at her question. She had'em there. Hollow are born when a human soul grows bitter and angry after death. So, yea…we're monsters, but we still remember what it's like not bein' that way. It's not perfect, the memory of that, but I can see fuzzy memories of a time before my hunger got the better of me. Technically, I'm a compilation of a bunch of different souls. But, my soul is the dominant one. My soul is the one who fought, and killed, and devoured all those other souls to become what I was before Aizen turned me into an arracnar. But anyway, Halibel was right…basically Hollow are distressed, human souls, and the Shinigami couldn't say jack shit to deny it.
'Yea! Get'm Hal!' I cheered silently.
"Do you think we are without thoughts, feelings, intelligence? Maybe some of us, but not at this level. It is true that most lower level Hollow have barely any capacity for intelligence, but you are forgetting what most of us Espada were forcefully evolved from," she said. The room was silent as she spoke.
"We were Adjuchas, Vasto Lorde...the elite. We were intelligent enough to know where we came from...what we looked like, what we wanted. So when Aizen made us like this, so close to what we were in the beginning, but so much more powerful, it was salvation. Who would want to give that up?" Halibel finished.
The room was silent as everyone took in her explanation. She did well. I knew she would. She definitely explained my feelings better than I ever could. It's true that Hollow are typically ugly, monster-like creatures with barely any brains. But once ya've become powerful enough to gain intelligence, say Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde level, ya start to see how much a monster ya really are. I'd much rather look how I do now than be a panther again. This form has so many more benefits…like thumbs…and understandable language. After a few moments, Blondie spoke again.
"That isn't any less selfish of a reason than the preservation of your lives..."
Hm...good point...Man, I wish I was better with words. But I knew better, even then, that I would screw things up if I spoke. I'm better at expressin' myself through my sword.
"Do not pretend that you Shinigami are above selfishness." Ulquiorra's voice rang through the silence.
"We never claimed to be righteous. What Halibel-san is trying to explain is that our dedication to Aizen-sama was purely based on fear. If we showed even the slightest signs of mutiny, we would not only be stripped of all we'd gained...we would have been destroyed and replaced as well," he continued.
"For simply disobeying an order, with no real intent to betray…Tousen-sama was allowed to sever Grimmjaw's arm and burn it right in front of him," Ulquiorra explained. I winced at the memory. Though, compared to the ways he was punished…my sawed-off arm was nothin'. Several of the Shinigami let out appalled noises at the revelation.
'Yea bitches! Now yer startin' ta get it!'
"Stark and Halibel will attest to the fact that those of us who were among his favorites were exposed to extremely harsh punishments, should we ever have failed him in any way. We could not turn on him until we were sure of his defeat. It is nature...it is instinct to want to continue living...can we be condemned for such a thing?" Ulquiorra said, his empty green eyes starin' right at the little blond man.
He's really good with words too...when he chooses to use them. I watched the female shinigami's face soften slightly, her sharp eyes showin' the barest hint of empathy.
"I have heard enough," the Old Man said.
"But Soutaicho!" The blond began to protest. He was silenced by the lift of an old, wrinkled hand.
"Enough! It's time to make a decision. We will take a vote amongst the Captains, since Central 46 Chambers has yet to have its seats refilled. Starting with Ukitake-taicho, and going down the line…please make a decision," Yamamoto ordered.
I glanced over the line of Captains until I my eyes caught who the Old Man was talkin' to. He had the whitest, straightest hair I'd ever seen, big, gentle brown eyes, and the kindest face that had ever looked upon me. He smiled softly, glancin' over the four of us with a kindness I'm sure none of us had ever known. I mean Aizen used to try and smile at us like that…but it got all fucked because he was fakin' it. But, this guy…his smile was sincere, I could tell. He was kinda pretty too, I noticed… In fact, most Shinigami I've met are.
"I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. You may have been our enemies once, but without your help, this war would have been long and painful for all. We would have lost so many precious lives," he began in as warm and sweet a tone as I had imagined his voice would sound like.
"I would like to thank you personally, Sexta-san, for saving the life of my subordinate, Kuchiki Rukia on the battle field," the white haired man said softly.
I couldn't help but grin at him, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. I received a kind smile in return as well as a shallow bow. If people were gonna treat me like that guy did, I could get used to livin' in Soul Society. The next man in the line was the fruity one. He was smilin' at that Ukitake guy in a way I'd never seen a guy look at another guy before…hm…interestin'. His brown eyes slid over to us, and he looked us over diligently.
"I agree with Jyuu-chan. I'm glad that Primera-san decided to stop fighting me and turned on Aizen. I really wasn't looking forward to getting all bloodied up before we even got a chance at the traitor," he said with a smile.
Fruity-taicho's pretty cool. I found that I liked him right away, even if he did give off a pervert vibe. There were two "no"s after that…some weird science guy and some guy who looked like a giant fox-man. Eh, who cares…the next one up was this uptight looking lil' lady, who'd be quite pretty if she didn't look like she had a huge stick shoved up her ass. There was no surprise when she said we should die, and I was startin' to think that I might end up dead after all. The woman next was a very kind, very beautiful Shinigami. I recognized her as the Captain of the Fourth Squad.
"I believe that you four have suffered enough under Aizen's rule. For the record, as the one who healed and cared for them while they were in the Fourth Division, their accusations of Aizen's inhumanity are completely true. I have seen evidence of Post Traumatic Stress in all of them, and the nightmares they suffered while under my care were proof enough for me." She said, earning an awed silence from the rest of the Shinigami.
I really like her. She's like the mother I've never had. She was always kind to us when we were in her care, but most of all she never judged us. She never treated us like the monsters that we are. The next up was this regal (yes, I know what that means) lookin' guy with a weird hair ornament and steel-cold, grey eyes. His features were mostly delicate, almost feminine, but he had a strong enough jaw that I could tell he was a man. The flat, broad chest was also a pretty good indicator. He had to be the prettiest man I'd ever seen in my entire life.
"I think that we would be foolish to turn away trained, powerful fighters, simply because they were once enemies. They do not wish to be enemies now, and I will support their continued existence as long as they prove useful to us in the future," Kuchiki Byakuya said. 'Course I remember his name…it's pretty hard to forget a face like that, let alone such crazy-strong, but perfectly controlled spiritual pressure.
I almost snorted at Pineapple's shocked and confused reaction to his captain's words. Heh, I guess savin' the sister of a Shinigami noble does get'ya some leeway. The votin' continued until everyone in the line had said their share. After all was said and done, we were allowed to live. Blondie-fukutaicho did not look happy about it, but Fruity-taicho's girl looked like she was bein' convinced by the strange amount of support we seemed to have. When everythin' calmed down, Blondie-fukutaicho spoke once more.
"Surely they will not go un-punished," he said, and the old man smiled a little.
"Of course not, who said anything about no punishment? They will be reiatsu restrained, and placed under surveillance in the Real World. I have already set up probation officers for each of them," the commander said.
That old coot knew we were gonna get off alive. Although, when yer that old…I think ya automatically know everythin'. It's like, an old person law or somethin'…except with Barragan…he's a dumb fuck…er…was a dumb fuck. A couple of the Shinigami in the room shot the old man a look that clearly stated they thought he was senile. I managed not to laugh at the amount of dumblookin', gapin' mouths hangin' open around the room.
"You don't think that's dangerous?" Blondie asked.
"No, I believe that the people I have selected can handle whom I have set for them. It's a test for them more than anything, and we will have officers going down every once and a while to check up on their behavior. If they can behave in the Human World for the time I have set, then we will allow them to enter Soul Society as part of the Gotei 13," Yamamoto explained.
That seemed to shut everyone up. Actually, they all just kinda looked like they wanted to go home. There were several relieved sighs when the Captain-commander finally called the meeting to an end. A couple of guards, along with White Haired-taicho and Fruity-taicho escorted us back to our respective cells. They must be two of the strongest, they're always the ones sent to guard us when we're moved from one place to another. I sat in my cell quietly. I'm not usually so quiet, but I was wonderin' which human brat I'd be stayin' with. I mean, I only really knew two of them.
There's the stupid woman and Kurosaki. They couldn't possibly put me with Hime, and I highly doubted they'd put me with Strawberry Shinigami, because we'd kill each other within ten minutes. I eventually decided that I didn't care. I was alive, and that's all that really mattered to me. After stretchin' out my muscles a little bit, I allowed myself to curl up and fall asleep.
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TBC…
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