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Siren	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 2355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sorry, I wanted to make this a one-shot, but then I got some more ideas for it and it should be atleast 3-4 chapters long so I couldn't finish it in time. I'll work on it for the next few days :-)
Happy GrimmIchi Day!!!
-6/15/12 Enchanted Forest, Japan
Terrified silence made the air tremble with the repressed urge to scream that all the animals held within their hearts. The sun was high and one creature who usually slept during the day was out for a walk because the canopy of the tall trees kept out the majority of the sun's light. Fur the blue of the midnight sky, rippling muscular bulk twitching with every silent step, paws the size of an SUV with claws harder than diamond and sharper than glass. The large cat stood taller than a one story house and it's presence always made the atmosphere of the forest feel as if it were holding back a choked scream of terror. No animals had caught its attention at the moment though. Something like the thrum of a drum and the shriek of a banshee had called this creature further into the forest than it had ever gone, than its master had ever allowed it to go on its own. Deep past the trees with torn faces and red trunks, the lake with black water and piles of white bones, and the colony of thorn bushes that excreted poison on every stem, leaf and root stood a tower. A tower made of black stone that stood taller than even the strangely large creature. The cat had to crane it's neck up to see the one small window at the top clearly. It's ears twitched and icy blue eyes narrowed. The window was where the strange sound was coming from, the sound that had called it deep where it shouldn't have gone. The noise became louder and reached sounds of such height that the cat pinned it's ears back and snarled softly. The sound stopped abruptly and a pair of feline like eyes peered over the sill of the window, but the cat could not see the creatures face. A delicate hand reached out of the window and waved. At this sign of friendliness, the cat walked closer, intending to raise up on it's hindlegs to get a closer look and even a rub on the nose. Just as it made to rise, a female witch ran out of the forest and into the clearing. She yelled and stuck her hand into one of her many pouches, pulling out a handfull of black powder and throwing it on the cat. Everywhere it landed, the cat's flesh burned. The strange creature yelled as the cat snarled in pain and the witch began to speak.
"Curiosity killed the cat, but you need not suffer so dire as that. A lesson is learned as flesh is burned. Be very small, never again grow tall."
The cat screamed and snarled as it's bones shattered and broke, muscle ripped and stretched, and it's skin grew tight until it bled all over the grass. The witch laughed at it's plight as the creature in the window began to sing in a voice so soothing that the cat's pain dulled.
"Better dreams, no world of pain. Silver stars, a moon of flame. Never sing, of dark my dear. Never cry, the devils tears. Soon alll, will be alright. No blood, no pain, no need to fight. Family will, be together again. Just hold on, unnntill the eennnddd."
"Quiet. I did not permit you to sing, boy." The witch hissed as the cat gathered enough strength to drag itself homeward.
Chapter One
-Enchanted Forest 6/17/12
Grimmjow was furious and scared out of his mind. Two days, two fucking days Pantera had been gone. He'd tried to track the panther, he'd even tried asking the other animals if they'd seen him, but all the animals were afraid of them and ran away. Grimmjow had just slid on his leather boots and holstered his gun, ready for another night of searching, when a monkey scrambled into his window. It was the length of his forearm with short dark red fur and big golden eyes. Grimmjow secretly thought it was cute and Pantera always ridiculed him when he fed it sometimes. He tried to smile at the small monkey, but he was in no way happy.
"Look, little guy, I don't have time to feed you right now. Pantera is missing and I have to find him."
The monkey stood up on the window sill and shrieked. The shrieking took the form of words, as Grimmjow has always been able to speak with animals.
"I have found him and he is badly hurt, Blue Fur. You must help him, he can not walk on his own."
Grimmjow's blue eyes narrowed.
"Lead me to him."
And so monkey and man ran through the forest at a fast pace to reach a fallen cat. For twenty minutes straight they ran until Grimmjow stopped abruptly at the smell of blood and burned flesh. Laying dramatically in a beam of moonlight was Pantera. Grimmjow ran over and knelt beside his companion. The first thing he noticed was Pantera's shrunken size. He was now the size of a normal panther instead of his former magical size. His midnight blue fur was singed and places and the majority of his flesh was burnt, bleeding, and beginning to scar. His tail lay limp and still, eyes closed.
"Pantera," Grimmjow began in a horrified and angry whisper. "What happened to you? Who the fuck did this to you?"
Eyes the same color of his own snapped open at the calling of the cat's name and the timbre of his master's voice.
"I have been cursed, Master." Pantera said with struggle. "A witch cursed me for my curiosity when I went to peek inside her tower."
"You went into the Witch Bed's didn't you?" Grimmjow snarled. "What did I tell you about going off so far on your own? You know better, Pantera."
"I can handle a single witch." Pantera snapped.
Grimmjow slammed a fist onto the ground and yelled.
"Not when you're off your fucking guard, little brother."
Pantera snarled softly and closed his eyes. It was Pantera's way of giving him the cold shoulder and ignoring him.
"I should just leave your stubborn ass here." Grimmjow muttered as he did the exact opposite of his words and lifted Pantera into his arms. It scared him, seeing Pantera so small and wounded. And it pissed him the fuck off.
LINE
The thrum from his fingers, traveled along the strings, and shivered in the speakers of the amp. It was the only solace left to him now, a human instrument but one he loved just the same. With the guitar in his hands, electricity had sound and it was beautiful and eerie at the same time. He didn't have to remember so much anymore when he played. He just let the music fill him and vibrate through his body making it seem as if nothing else existed. A stray thought of that beautiful creature flittered through his mind and his fingers stilled on the strings. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered the sounds of the creatures pain. That witch had not only taken the creatures stature, but had been trying to take it's magic too. She had been trying to turn it into a regular panther. But he had sung a song of soothing and stopped that part of the curse before it could begin. At least now only it's size would change. The witch had punished him after though. Going into her secret room and poisoning his soul which she had stolen. Witches were known for stealing souls to control people or to take away their power and strength, and that was the only thing keeping him stranded from his clan and locked away in her tower.
He bowed his head and cursed the hair that moved to cover his face. His hair covered the entire floor and layers as it twined around itself in circles. There was no bed or pallet for him to sleep on besides his own hair. No table, dresser, or closet, and especially no mirrors. Only plaster, stone, and the electric guitar plugged into the amp the witch had provided him with. She'd given it to him at he beginning of things, when she had been trying to win him over instead of forcing his compliance. He played it every day, all day so he could pretend that he was anywhere else than where he truly was. He'd given up hope that he would be saved from his prison. The witch wanted him for his voice, but he refused to sing for her and every night she punished him.
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Days had passed and Pantera was slowly getting better. He even went out on hunts from time to time with Grimmjow. Grimmjow stared into the mirror at his face. At the turqoise ink beneath his eyes that had risen to his skin to never go away until death, the dark blue hair that had once been the color of the sky. Both of those changes had occured the day he'd soul-bonded with Pantera and he didn't regret either of them. He stared at them to know that they were still there, that Pantera was still alive. He caught sight of Pantera in the mirrors reflection.
"I want you to show me this witch, Pan, so I can kill her. Then I will have my revenge and the curse on you will be broken."
Pantera rolled onto the floor.
"You must save the strange creature, Grimmjow." He said for the hundreth time. Grimmjow hissed.
"I told you that I'm not saving any creature, Pantera. I'm not getting involved with other people's shit. I have enough of my own."
"If your Father could see--"
"Well, he can't see me, Pantera. He's fucking dead! And my entire family are scattered. They could be dead for all I know."
"This is one life you can save, Grimmjow. Maybe the creature could help you somehow. He must be worth something if a witch has him locked away at such heights."
"Fuck off, Pantera." Grimmjow growled as he stood. "A pretty voice isn't going to get me my country back. Just show me where you saw the witch and her tower."
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The tower was just as imposing as Pantera had said it would be. Grimmjow crouched just beyond the poisonous thorn witch bed bushes and listened. Someone was playing the fuck out of an electric guitar and his heart thrummed with every vibration that traveled across the air waves. He'd never heard anything so intricate, rough, and beautiful. Pantera growled and Grimmjow snapped his eyes to where his companion was staring. A petite woman with waist length black hair and a stereotypical pointed hat on her head walked out of the forest and into the clearing. As she walked towards the tower, she pulled her hair around to lay over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck. What Grimmjow saw there made his blood run cold. Four phases of the moon. Usually there are only three phases, waxing, full, and waning. This witch had an extra one, a moon sliced across the middle like a knife wound. All four were a different color. One was dark blue, another black, the next silver, and the wounded moon was dark red with her own dried blood. This witch was an Adept, the strongest of the strong, on top of the witch food chain. The brim of her hat hid her eyes from them and Grimmjow was glad
"I'm here for a visit, Oh Beautiful One."
Grimmjow was startled by how high and childish her voice was. Most likely she was just mocking whoever she was speaking to. The music cut off abruptly and fire fell out of the window. It was long, silky, shining, sunlight, flame, orange peels, summer, and danger. Orange was the dominant color, but there were streaks of bronze, red, burnt orange, and gold. It was just shimmering down the drab black stone wall, onto the ground and into the witches hands. She grabbed it tightly and then climbed it like it was a rope. Once she'd disappeared through the window, the hair was pulled back up after her. What the hell could that hair have belonged to? Now a days, the majority of magical and supernatural creatures lived in the cities with the Humans or built their own. Grimmjow himself had come from such a built city. After the wars among all the creatures, one hundred cities, big and small, had decided to combine together and live beneath the rule of Grimmjow's father. And then Aizen had come along and ruined everything...
"What do you plan to do, Master?"
Grimmjow shook his head.
"Not too many creatures live in the forests anymore except for the very old ones. Most even hate the thought of the forests because the Humans made them for them to live in like reservations away from everyone else. The question I would need answered is if she took this creature from a city or from another forest? If it's from a forest, then there's only a few things it could be."
Pantera lay on his stomach, head on his paws.
"You will not be able to take the witch on your own."
Grimmjow shook his head and stood.
"No. We'll need the witch-killer."
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