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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ichigo glanced at his calendar as he pulled his blue denim jeans on. October 28th. Two days since he learned about Soul Reapers and his Father's connection to them. Two days since Renji had given him his number with a sad, hopeful smile on his lips. Three days until Halloween. He pulled on his dark grey t-shirt and black hoodie, then walked quickly downstairs and slid on his boots before walking out the door.
Finding Renji's number in his contacts on his phone as he walked down the sidewalk, he called. It rang twice before Renji answered.
"Made a decision yet?"
"No. I can't say that I trust you, because I don't, but I want to meet the others."
Renji sounded surprised. "You mean the tribe?"
Ichigo's stride slowed as he scowled extra deeply.
"What do you think, idiot? I'm not gonna just agree to this because you say that it'll be fine and no worries."
Renji sighed heavily.
"Fine. I'll have to ask the chief. I'll get back to you in an hour."
"Whatever."
Ichigo closed his phone and reached for the ever present pack of cigarettes in the pocket of all his jackets and hoodies. He put one in his mouth and lit it with the lighter from his pants pocket. The smoke still tasted the same and still didn't mean shit. He began to wonder if it was enough to just hate the monsters, or Hollow whatever's. Hate was a bit passive-aggressive, but did he really want the power to go around killing them off? Would he be indebted to this Yamamoto his chichi had spoken of? Ichigo didn't like that idea, not at all. In his mind, the only person he ever owed anything to was his mother. And she was dead.
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A thick cloud of sand and shadow, large enough to block out the tiny bit of light the moon managed to shed, was heading towards him. He hadn't moved from his spot on the rock since seeing off his subordinates. He'd stayed in a half dream state; not awake but not asleep either. Narrowed blue eyes watched the thick cloud, blood heating at the sound of the mournful and hungry cries of his Hollows. Grimmjow had been like them once, in form at least. He didn't necessarily care about them, but he was fond of the fact that they were once of a kind. As of yet, they were still far away and would not kneel before him for a while yet. Still. Things were going much more quickly than he'd expected.
He growled to himself. They wouldn't have had to do this at all if Aizen had kept to his own shit, but the stupid fuck had a problem with the Soul King and had wanted to use Grimmjow and his Espada to annihilate the Soul Reapers.
He sneered. Those disgusting do-gooders were so full of themselves. They thought that the Soul King only catered to them, but they were wrong. Their arrogance would be their downfall. The Soul King catered to all souls, including the disposed of ones. Why else would he give souls to humans? For his kind to eat and for the dip shits to protect. Aizen had figured it out, and the truth had driven him insane.
Grimmjow grasped his sheathed sword tightly, Pantera humming with his rise of aggravation. Kampeishiki was a rare and dangerous thing. Many millennia ago, it had been gathered just to kill humans and glut themselves on souls. They would also kill as many caretakers as they could. This Kampeishiki gathering was in no way for pleasure, he probably wouldn't even enjoy it. Killing because you wanted to was alright, but killing because you had to? Grimmjow didn't see the fun in that at all.
Maybe he'd find himself a good bitch while he was in the Human World. He hummed at the thought. Sex was scarce among Espada, being as though most had betrayed him and died, and they wanted to find their mates. Grimmjow himself didn't want a mate nor did he believe in the idea of one. He just wanted a good fuck, and he figured that was all "mates" were; very good fucks that no one wanted to let go of. He'd find himself a nice lithe boy to slide his cock into, then he'd kill him and eat him. A wicked smile stretched Grimmjow's lips. He hoped the boy fought. He always liked fucking better when it got violent.
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Renji drove him to a mansion that was located at the end of a narrow pathway in Karakura Forest. The mansion was built out of dark grey blocks of stone, but no mortar was used. The tattooed red-head noticed Ichigo's straying eyes.
"There's no mortar." he told him. "So the stone blocks have to be cut perfectly and fit together like a puzzle. This way of building hasn't been used since ancient times."
The both got out of the car and walked quickly to the double doors. Ichigo noticed how quiet the mansion was, like it had just been built and left empty. The notion was soon thrown out of his head by the sound of a shrill scream coming from the mansion. Seconds later the doors flew off their hinges, causing Ichigo and Renji to duck, and a body flew out as well.
'It must have been from the impact.' Ichigo thought. 'But what has the strength to throw a man to make that kind of impact? Those doors were made of steel.'
As the dust cleared, Ichigo could see a insanely tall man with broad shoulders, one with a lump on it, and tall spiky hair. He wore leather biker pants, boots, and a long sleeved black shirt. The man moved closer and his hair tinkled. Ichigo narrowed his eyes and tried to get a better look.
'Are those bells in his hair?' he thought incredulously. 'Yes, those are bells. And what's with the way he's grinning at me? I wonder where he got that scar and what his eye looks like under that eye patch.'
The monstrous man walked steadily over to them and Ichigo could finally make out a pink haired toddler clinging to the mans shoulder.
"Kenny! Kenny!" the toddler yelled. "Ken-chan's the best!"
The man grinned wider and laughed with insanity. Once he'd calmed down as much as an insane person can, he looked at Renji.
"Hey weakling, who's this you got with ya?"
Renji glared at the toddler carrying man and grabbed Ichigo around the bicep.
"Come on, Ichigo. We've got a meeting to attend."
He then proceeded to drag the orange head towards the doors, but Ichigo wasn't the follow the leader type. He'd always hated that game, so he pulled Renji back with the grip on his arm and punched him in the throat. Hard.
Renji instantly let go, falling to the ground and gurgling. Ichigo took a second to wonder if he'd smashed anything, but he was interrupted by a childish giggle and a deep rumbling laugh from a chest that felt like it was right behind him. He turned quickly to be eye to eye with a black clothed chest.
"I'm Kenpachi Zaraki."
Ichigo stepped back so he could see the man's face.
"Kurosaki Ichigo. Why did you throw that man through the doors?"
Kenpachi grinned and shrugged.
"He was weak and in my way. You don't act like a weakling though you look like one."
Ichigo decided to take that as a compliment. He knew that if one were to describe him without making his sex clear, most would assume that he was a girl. A soft skinned, warm looking, scowling girl. Even so, he may be small and he may be lithe, but he was definitely not dainty. He could break a man's face with the best of them. Ichigo slid a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it before remembering that a toddler was in the vicinity. He was about to stomp it out, but Kenpachi told the girl to go play.
The orange head inhaled the familiar smoke and gestured with his head to Kenpachi's face.
"So what happened to your eye?"
"Nothing. I wear it to make it harder to fight my opponents, just like with the bells."
"Does it work?"
"Nah, they're still weaklings."
Ichigo nodded dubiously and watched as Renji stood and struggled to talk.
"Wanna fight me sometime?" Kenpachi asked. "Come find me when you're stronger."
Then Kenpachi walked away in the same direction the little girl had run off in. Renji was still choking, and his throat was swelling alarmingly. He pointed in the direction of the doorway and walked off. Ichigo followed him.

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