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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grimmjow took the lead with his Mossberg 500 Chainsaw Shotgun. It was powerful and also had a flashlight on the side of the barrel so it would be easier for him to see in the darkened rooms and back hallways. Ichi was two steps behind him, stepping as lightly as he could on the laminated floor. Most of the dead bodies had already risen, though some mangled ones laid here and there in each other's blood. Grimmjow slowed his walk a little and Ichigo leaned forward.
"What is it, Grimm?"
"Why are these bodies still lying around? Is it just taking them longer to change? Or something in their blood that makes them immune?"
He could feel the air displacement of Ichigo shaking his head near his.
"Nothing so complicated. Uncle Hat and Clogs told me that their first kills never change because they eat most if not all of the body, rarely leaving anything left. All that's going through their heads is hunger. The longer they last, the less they'll eat to death and the more they'll change."
"That can't last though…eventually the food source will be gone, then what will they eat? They'd die off right?"
Ichigo chuckled lowly, rubbing one hand between Grimmjow's shoulder blades.
"I don't see how it matters, Grimm. It's not like if they miraculously die off that we'll be able to go back to our normal lives; we'd be dead already…or one of them."
Grimmjow picked his speed back up and Ichigo followed suit.
"Never happen, Ichi. If they got you, I'd kill you first thing."
Ichigo hummed in agreement and they continued walking in silence. It wasn't too surprising that the hallways and back rooms were empty. All of the chaos had taken place mostly in the main section of the mall, and any that had been changed in the back of things had gone out there to eat and change others with the rest of their kind. The five pounds of steel he held in his hands was a great comfort to the orange head. In all honesty, the C39 had always been one of his favorites. He'd liked so much, that when he was fifteen, he'd found it on the internet, ordered it, and told Grimmjow to use it for work. Grimmjow had been dubious, but he'd agreed. Even so, he favored no gun like he did the shotguns. Ichigo figured it had to do with all of that destructive power, though there were some pistols that could destroy just as well. The C39 had been based on the AK action and the magazine held 30 bullets max. Still, for one who knew how to listen to the difference, semi-automatic pistols always fired a bit slower than a fully automatic weapon. It also had a flash hider, which would keep him from being blinded in the dark when he shot the gun and consequently give him a little cloak from others.
Grimmjow stopped abruptly and Ichigo leaned forward again so that his chin was resting on his broad shoulder. Sky blue hair whispered against his skin as his boyfriend tilted his head to the side in concentration. Ichigo frowned.
"What do you-"
Grimmjow's hand flashed out and covered his pink, frowning lips. He could smell gun powder and sweat in the leather of his fingerless gloves. A large, calloused thumb rubbed over the orange heads soft cheek as Grimmjow listened intently. Ichigo listened too, but his ears weren't trained quite as well as Grimmjow's to pick out little sounds. The blue head removed his hand and held a finger to his own full lips.
"Gaaaruuuaaah. Kuh. Kuhuhhh."
It was a deep, growling, grunting voice coming from further up ahead of their position. Whatever it was, it was huge if the voice was anything to go by. Ichigo looked down at his pistol…it wasn't going to cut it against one of the mutated monsters his uncle had told him about. It seemed that one of these large mutants would break off from the horde in an already overrun city and move to one that was untainted. Along with these mutants, smaller hordes would show up. His uncle had been thinking that maybe the creatures had group minds. If that was the case, they were more intelligent than humans were giving them credit for. That also left the question of where they came from.
"I'll go ahead and take this one out, Ichi. You stay here and stay quiet." Grimmjow whispered. "If something happens that you can't handle, just scream and I'll come running."
"I don't scream." Ichigo said while scowling. Grimmjow showed him his signature smirk.
"Now we both know that isn't true. You always scream when I fuck you." He pressed his lips gently against his young lovers' in a soft, lingering kiss. "Stay alive."
Ichigo watched Grimmjow's back disappear into the darker parts of the hallway. He wasn't worried though, his uncle had found Grimmjow when he was five with a baby Shiro and he'd trained him to kill. Grimmjow had been killing people for his Uncle as his personal assassin ever since the blue head was seven years old. The three boys had kind of grown up together and remained closer than ever. Ichigo's face carried a determined expression. Grimmjow would kill the creature without a struggle and then they would get Shiro out of that storage room.

Once he was far enough away from his lover, Grimmjow turned off the small flashlight and unclipped it from the rail on his Mossberg, and put it in his pants pocket. The truth was, the boss had experimented on him and spliced his genes with a panthers not long after he'd welcomed him and Shiro into his home. Grimmjow hadn't minded anything to make him stronger, powerful enough to protect his little Shiro. The point was that he didn't need a light to see clearly in the dark. Actually, having such a little light on while he was trying to see in the darkness only hindered his vision rather than helping it.
His ears picked up more distorted grumbling and clicking steps. He holstered the Mossberg on his right thigh as he took in the thick and disgusting scent of the creature. He had to take this monster down and with minimum noise; noise would only attract the remaining members of the horde they'd managed to get away from earlier. Stagnant, clotting blood and raw meat squelched softly beneath the thick leather soles of his boots as he took the long way around where he could hear the creature shuffling. It was a cat's nature to sneak up from behind.
The only disadvantage was that while he could see clearly in the dark, so could the creatures he was hunting. He rarely had to bother with problems like that when he was hunting humans, but he had to admit that he loved the thrill of there being some challenge in hunting these skull-faced things. Around he went, turning right corner after right corner, moving in a square shape until he reached the opposite side of the corridor he'd first been on which put him at the other side of the creature.
He could see it clearly, cerulean eyes glinting. The thing was unbelievably tall and literally corded with muscle; all of the flesh was stripped from its body leaving it a pinkish dripping red. Two thick, curving horns of bone grew out of the sides of the top of its head, the sharpened point's inches away from large pointed ears. The mask of bone was cracked, fine lines on tension all over it as if it were about to fall off. Where the glowing red of monster eyes should have been, there was only darkness. The monster was standing hunched over, half way facing the wall opposite of its face and giving Grimmjow the majority of its back. Grumbling noises came from it, clawed feet shifted, but the thing didn't really move much at all…was it sleeping? In some kind of trance? Grimmjow shook his head with minimum motion. Whatever the deal was, it was an advantage for Grimmjow. He would take Pantera and end this quickly.
He crouched slightly, leaned a forward a little, rested his right palm on the hilt of his sword, and ran forward so silently his movement was nothing but a small breeze blowing down the hallway and towards the creature. Grimmjow grinned with triumph as he leaped straight up towards the back of the creature's neck, unsheathing Pantera in the process. And that's what ended his luck. The soft ringing of the blade leaving its sheath caused the creature to turn its head sideways as Grimmjow swung the sword, causing it to get caught in the curve of a horn and lodged in the thick exposed flesh of the side of its neck.
Grimmjow cursed and dropped, letting go of Pantera's hilt. He landed lightly on his feet, distributing the shock of the fall throughout his body and even some of the shock was absorbed by the thick soles of his boots. The creature ripped the blade out of its neck, bent it, and threw it away. Rage filled the assassin's body at the sight of Pantera being bent and thrown away like worthless garbage. Letting go of his restraint and reason, Grimmjow went on instinct and yelled in challenge. The creature shifted to face him entirely and roared out an answering challenge that shook the surrounding walls. The vibrations of the roar also shook the cracked bone covering its face and Grimmjow watched in amazement as the bottom half fell away revealing a toothy grinning mouth. A pointed tongue slid out and smeared saliva over fleshless skin where lips should have been.
Grimmjow called up every bit of strength in his body, ready for battle. Only the creature was gone now. The blue head had blinked and then it was gone. Air moved behind him suddenly and he could feel a looming presence at his back. The assassin shifted slightly to his right and did a front flip just in time to avoid the massive slam of the monsters fist that would have surely broken his entire body. It seemed the creature couldn't really move all that fast, it had just taken advantage of Grimmjow's confusion and anger. He wouldn't be letting his guard down again; you could never trick a cat twice.

Ichigo heard a sudden yell in the stillness and then an answering roar that made him want to curl up and cover his ears. Once the vibrations and echoes died down, loud moaning and snarling started up. The voices were no doubt coming from the horde they'd left behind, the horde that was now heading his way. The GSG 1911 holstered at his back only held ten rounds and he was bound to run out when he had to deal with the horde. Hopefully the three boxes of bullets he'd brought in the bag on his right hip would last him and the three magazines he had in a matching bag on his left hip would be enough for his C39.
Already the orange head could hear feet running towards him. He held up his C39, aimed, listened, and waited. He could hear the huffing of their breathing. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo slid the safety off and put some pressure on the trigger. The thumping steps were getting closer and quicker in pace. He saw a darker shadow running in the darkness with another behind it. He narrowed his brown eyes and began to squeeze the trigger, taking aim at the moving figures head. Suddenly the figure ducked and cursed.
"Shit, Kurosaki." The voice hissed in nervousness and fear. "It's me, Renji. And Shuuhei too."
Ichigo moved his finger away from the trigger and lowered the gun with a sigh of relief. It was just the two bodyguards he and Grimmjow had run into on the way into the mall. None too soon did he frown in annoyance.
"What the hell are you assholes doing here?" He hissed as the horde got closer. "You're supposed to be guarding the door!"
Most of Renji's dark red hair had come out of its braid on the run to find Ichigo and Grimmjow. He wore a light body armor vest and slightly baggy black slacks. The tribal tattoos on his arms stood out vibrantly against the tan of his bare skin and cut muscle. There were even some on his forehead, neck, and hands. Shuuhei wore the same exact outfit. His short, spikey black hair was heavy with sweat and the 69 tattoo on his cheek and the light grey band running over his nose and above the 69 on his left cheek stood out as well. Ichigo had also noticed the black collar and tricep band he wore. He wasn't even going to contemplate what had given him those three claw marks on the right side of his face.
"We saw those things running this way." Renji said. "That door won't open until the generator is on, so we came running to find you and Jaegerjaques to warn you."
His burgundy eyes darted around, trying to pierce the darkness.
"Where is Jaegerjaques?"
And just after the red haired bodyguard spoke those fateful words, Ichigo heard a choked yell that sent chills crackling around his spine. What terrified him was that the voice had been Grimmjow's…and it had been cut off abruptly.
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