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The Haunted Palace	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, this is my first try at fan fiction so please be kind. The characters may be OOC, so be prepared. This is rated M for later yaoi chapters if I decide to continue this story. Sooo, here it is…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters.
The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe
And travellers now, within that valley
Through red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh - but smile no more.
From The Haunted Palace.
Hueco Mundo. The realm of darkness and silvery sand made so by the constant shining of the moon. The still air would occasionally tremble with bellowing and haunting cries. The cries of a soul deformed and abandoned. Tormented and twisted. Hollow.
Hueco Mundo. The realm of darkness that is a place of existence for monsters. Monsters who had once been human, yet they'd been a monster for so long there was almost no connection. Some took their forms after animals and insects. Others resembled no animal or insect any human could recognize.
In a castle made of a pale lavender-white stone sat a creature who was King and Master of his kind, Ruler of the Realm, High Alpha of Hueco Mundo. He sat on a throne shaped out of the bones of his past enemies. Leather pants clung to the skin and thick rippling muscle of his legs. Clunky leather boots with heavy buckles were smoothed over his calves up to his knees. A leather fishnet long sleeve shirt was tight against his skin, taught tan skin and roving plains and ripples of muscle peeking through. The skin of his neck was flawless, which led up to a strong jaw and chin, which in turn rested on a large and strong hand. Hair the color of midnight or the deep of the ocean was braided in the back to rest along his spine to his hips, leaving the rest to fall around his face and on his cheeks. Light pink lips, a straight nose, high cheek bones, and amazing eyes. If you took every color blue possible and mixed them together, it would be the color of those eyes, always flickering.
This creature, who even though he was male was no man, was the one who would decide if the world of humans would flourish or perish.
This creature called Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Ichigo hated October, especially Halloween. He stood there in the park, autumn leaves and wind flowing around him in a complicated dance. He wore a skin tight black t-shirt and black elbow length fingerless gloves. His black jeans were straight legged and tucked into untied leather army boots, his leather jacket lay on the ground where he'd dropped it earlier. A single red diamond earring pierced his right ear. The precious diamond had originally belonged on his mother's wedding ring, but after her death, his father had given it to him. Ichigo had taken it to be made into an earring since he was never getting married.
Long and slim amber-skinned fingers brought a lit cigarette to plump, slightly pouting pink lips. Dark brown eyes glared at the dancing leaves and wind as Ichigo inhaled smoke that he'd tasted so many times, it didn't even calm him anymore. It was nothing more than another bad habit like wrecking his room every time he had that nightmare, the one about the monster that looked like him, or leaving home for months and just wandering the streets and getting into trouble.
The wind quickly blew away the exhaled smoke and Ichigo rubbed the twisted scar underneath his shirt, remembering why he hated October.
His mother, his beautiful mother, held his tiny hand as the monster cornered them. It's face looked like bone and glowing red eyes glared at them as its claws lashed out and ripped his mother apart. Ichigo was so afraid , he couldn't even gather the breath necessary to scream as the claws then cut across his own body.
Ichigo could be called lucky in that only the tip of the claw had skimmed him; deep enough to expose his intestines and bruise them, but not enough to rupture them. So after a long hospital stay, he was dubbed a survivor and left with a very large scar. All that was left of his mother was blood and the finger her wedding ring had been on.
Every Halloween after that, throughout his childhood, he underwent severe panic attacks that led to seizures. He could never understand why people dressed up like the thing that ate his mother.
"Kurosaki."
Ichigo shook out of his reverie and turned towards the familiar voice. Ishida Uryu. His black hair was long in the front and short in the back. He was pale and skinny with calculating blue eyes with a superior gleam that was in no way dimmed by his glasses. They weren't friends in any way, but Ishida knew about the monsters too. And that was enough.
His cigarette was half ashes by now, and Ichigo threw it to the ground, rubbed it out, and picked up his jacket.
"Come with me." Ishida said coolly. "Your sister has become worried that you were going off on one of your escapades. She asked me to find you."
He and Ichigo walked side by side on the pathway out of the park. Ishida's pale slim finger pushed up his glasses.
"I am not your keeper nor your sister's servant, so I would appreciate it if you handled your business, Kurosaki."
Ichigo sighed and ran his free hand over his spiky orange hair with copper highlights.
"I didn't ask for you to come here, Uryu, and even if Yuzu asked you to, you still didn't have to do it."
"Well, even I am moved by the distress of a female. It is a man's crying and whining that I can't stand."
Ichigo chuckled.
"No wonder you hate my chichi."
Nelliel walked quickly down the ghostly, shimmering hallways towards the Throne Room. Her dark green hair cascaded down her back in waves. Tight black shiny leather hugged every curve of her voluptuous figure. The suit was long sleeved. Her midriff, front and back, was covered by tiny criss-crossing black chains that connected the top half of the suit to the leather around her hips.
Thick knee-high leather boots with thick and high soles completed the outfit. A red line lay beneath her steel gray eyes, from cheek to cheek, across the bridge of her nose. The doors to the Throne Room were already open as she walked through. She kneeled, but that was only for formalities sake. She and Grimmjow were long past that.
"Hey, little sister."
His voice carried heat and death like the life's blood of the dying. Every word echoed with a rumble from his chest. Nelliel stood and walked closer to the Throne and the man who had adopted her, all those years ago, as part of his own blood family. Nelliel was the only one in all of Hueco Mundo with a claim to Grimmjow's Throne. She was her older brother's second in command.
"Have you thought about my proposal?" she asked in her serious voice. "What will you do?"
Grimmjow leaned back in the chair that he hated. He sighed in boredom and annoyance.
"I would need to send all of you out to gather all of the others. That kind of organization will take time and energy, Nell. Are you willing to risk us making it to the Human World only to expire?"
"Are you?" Nell asked angrily, eyes flashing. "The weak souls we've had to live off of all these years aren't cutting it, Grimm. We're already significantly weakened by the war-"
"I AM NOT WEAK!" Grimmjow bellowed, standing to his feet and walking towards his sister with angry eyes and a scowling face. "That fucker Aizen and those traitors could never make me weak."
"Even if you are not, your subordinates are. It is time we gathered our Kanpeishiki. Szayel has found a place in the Human World that is thick with powerful spiritual pressure, the souls are strong there. It's called Karakura Town. Starrk has observed that our Kanpeishiki hasn't been completely forgotten. The children of their world celebrate a day called Halloween, where they dress up like us at night and travel the streets."
Grimmjow grinned at the thought of those fools celebrating the day his kind used to go out and eat them. Just the thought of how idiotic it was tickled him so much he had to let loose a chuckle that quickly turned into his trademark cackle. Nelliel smiled brightly at him, happy that he was happy. Yet even with a happy smile, there was dimness and emptiness in her eyes that sobered him quickly. His world blue eyes were hard and his voice commanding.
"Do it, Nelliel. You have my permission. Gather the Kampeishiki."
A/N: Well that's it. Please tell me what you think and whether or not I should continue. Oh, and Kampeishiki means a military parade in Japanese and Chichi means father in Japanese.
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