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Anti-hero	By : Iori Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 1688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anti-hero

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters are (c) Kubo Tite. This is a fanwork. Views expressed herein do not reflect that of SJ or Kubo Tite. Author is not making profit off this story.

Part I

The Seer

There's this story that the Karakura populace has passed down for ages about a hero. He can see the dead and dying. He can scare away the demons. Even the rich and the leaders know this fairy tale. Monsters and the like have always plagued this place. The corrupt even made deals, sold their souls in exchange for power, riches, and immortality. The people became afraid. cowering and holding out hope for a savior. The story is a load of cock and bull. This place is so damn corrupt. Nobody will save it. even if someone did rise up, my father would smite him back down. The contemptible man that hides behind glass smiles and empty kindnesses has to be the true devil in disguise. No one man is powerful enough or stupid enough to challenge him. Save for me.

"Grimmjow, there's been another supposed incident with the so-called people's hero."

"There's been lots of talk of this 'hero'. It's bullshit. It's some poser looking for to gain popularity and attention." There was a grimace to his voice as he turned to his blonde attendant.

"I'm afraid not. Even your father has taken and interest. Rumors are powerful things. The people are saying he's a seer."

"Great, another fortune teller. That'll really help against the legion of the dark."

"Not that kind of seer. One that can see the cloud of death and can show souls the way home." The blonde man sighed in exasperation. "Even you know the stories Grimmjow."

"Alright Ilforte. I'll humor you. Tell me all about these rumors that have even my father in a fit." He snarked pinning the man with a smirk

"There's been a lot of demon activity as of late. The people are scared. The first sighting of this seer was a little over a year ago. A young girl was attacked by her dead brother. He appeared and purified the evil."

"Oh? What did he look like? How did he do it?" Grimmjow mocked feigning interest.

Ilforte rolled his eyes. "The girl didn't see how. All she said was that he had kind brown eyes." Grimmjow snorted in response. "The next incident says he banished a demon by touching it. The rest of the reports are mostly about him leading the dead home."

"He sounds like he's just an exorcist." He grumped.

"The last report was concerning a grand-duke demon. I assume this is what caught your father's notice." Hazel eyes dared Grimmjow to make a smartass remark. "I'm sure you felt it the other night. Those are kinda hard to miss. There was a huge shockwave and then the demon just disintegrated."

"Che, I vaguely recall that." Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. "Ilforte, I want to see for myself if this demon slayer exists." He finally stated. "I want to see his power for myself."

"With all the recent attacks, I'm sure it would be fairly easy to catch sight of him." He sighed, "We would have to go into Karakura though. And even if you hate your father, you would need to be in disguise. The people there won't look too kindly on you if they figure out who you are."

"Fine. I'm intrigued. If he's worth it, I'm going to steal him right out from under my father's nose."

Ilforte sighed. Being an attendant to Grimmjow was tiresome. From the time he'd been assigned to him it had been an adventure. He'd grown to respect him and knew that he was cut out to be something great. Even if he'd led a troubled childhood and abhorred his family with every fibre of his being. At eighteen he really hadn't turned out bad, and had been pretty good about hiding his hatred. Ilforte was ever loyal to the boy and had known about his plotting to undermine his father. Even so, there were things Grimmjow did not know about himself and it worried Ilforte that he had been swiftly trying to find ways to go about his plans. He wasn't particularly fond of Grimmjow's ideas toward this hero.

Their trek into Karakura was proving to be interesting. The people existed in fear of monsters and of their monarchy, yet for some reason still carried an odd kindness to them. Thus far they hadn't caught sight of the 'hero' and quite frankly weren't sure what to expect. Watching through the window of the Inn they were staying at Ilforte noticed the same child walking the banks of the river. It had been routine every evening at sundown. The teen would trudge along the edge and stand facing the water for a few moments before moving on. They'd thought it odd that the kid had no fear of the beings that roamed at night. Grimmjow had been starting to doubt the sightings again, passing them off as mere rumors. Ilforte reminded him though that they hadn't had any attacks by which to judge his existence.

The waning crescent seemed to bring them luck. A few moments before midnight there was a deep rumbling. Grimmjow shot out of bed his ears ringing painfully to the high pitched keening. He shook the blonde awake his inner perception picking up the sound of the demon getting closer. He ran outside disoriented but determined to see what would happen. His eyes fell upon the teen and instantly he backtracked.

"You're no real demon! You flow differently!" A voice screamed just barely touched by the signs of manhood.

"You foolish brat. Whether I am man-made or not, I am still every bit as real as you. Such impudence. You will taste divine." I low rumbling voice vibrated the ground.

Grimmjow's eyes widened in disbelief. "That fucking kid? He's their goddamn hero?!"

"What are you talking about? He's going to get himself killed!" Ilforte exclaimed not seeing what had Grimmjow so transfixed.

"NO! I know why he scares demons away. He's a fucking monster himself." Grimmjow snarled "I knew the story was a fucking lie." He laughed out.

He watched as the mandarin haired teen stood defensively waiting for the large demon to make a move. Only Grimmjow could see the faint white aura of a horned man hovering and seeming to originate from the boy. It mimicked his movements like a puppet. The teen raised his right arm in front of his face. The white clawed hand followed. Grimmjow's pupils dilated in the suspense. It was over in a flash. He made a horizontal slash motion with his arm and then there was a shockwave. The demon faded to ash.

"I'll kill you all until you release her soul." He heard the kid mutter.

Suddenly gold eyes shifted in his direction. The piercing stare met his and he felt an odd prickling sensation over his skin. It died down as the gold faded back to a deep coffee-brown. Grimmjow knew he was staring a kid barely a teenager, but the eyes and the tiredness was that of a man that had seen many horrors. They gazed at each other for several moments. Grimmjow could feel his 'awareness' peaking. Before he could say anything though the kid beat him to it.

"I know you were watching. I don't know who you are, but stay the fuck away." His head tilted up and his eyes were scanning the sky for a moment. "You'll die. I'm so fucking tired of seeing people die. The spirits will come to whisk you away. Don't let them. Your first death is not your final death." He closed his eyes as it began to rain. "I've seen you before in my dreams. Just don't let them pull you into the light." He stated one last time before darting off.

Grimmjow was confused at first, angry even, but something touched a chord in him. Ilforte had stood back breathless and startled by the whole conversation. He was an accomplished spiritualist, but even the most skilled would only be able to accomplish a very basic attack. Right before the kid had left he'd finally been able to see the faint image of white horns and long hair billowing in the wind. Ilforte had never seen anything like it. Any lingering doubts about the seer existing were now stamped out. Grimmjow was excited his hands clenching tightly.

"We need him."

"Grimmjow, he's just a kid. You can't take him from his family." Ilforte stated incredulously.

"You think my father will care about that? We need to take him before my father finds out." Grimmjow turned to face his attendant eyes flashing.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't allow that." A voice called out through the rain.

Grimmjow's body tensed. His eyes darted around trying to identify where the sound had come from. A moment later he closed them and exhaled. His body was frozen in a crouch before he suddenly jutted his left arm out and fired off a red energy. It made a crack as it contacted something, but the impending explosion never happened. It was enough though to be able to see a figure standing in the rain.

"Ara, there's no need for such dangerous spells." another blonde became fully visible in the rain. "Come with me son of Aizen and I will explain a few things to you.

Grimmjow stared at the strange man. Smoke was coming from the fan covering his face showing traces of the attack that had just been unleashed. "Who the hell are you?" he finally asked.

"There will be time for introductions later. Right now, your energy is attracting attention. Come with me." He turned leaving no room for argument.

Grimmjow followed urging his attendant to hurry up. The strange man was quick and he was curious about who or what he was. He'd known Karakura to have mediums and spiritualists like Ilforte, but had never expected what he'd witnessed. First the kid and then this weirdo who knew exactly who he was. Eventually they came to a stop in front of a humble looking tea shop. The stranger beckoned them inside before following after. Grimmjow's sense instantly peaked. He could feel four other presences clearly, plus another faintly. The scent of the different teas calmed him just slightly, but the low thrum of energy kept him on edge even when he was asked to sit.

"So son of Aizen, what business do you have in Karakura?" He asked while tapping his cane on the floor. A young girl emerged a moment later and bowed to the blonde. "Dragon's breath my dear. We have a medium in our midst."

"Do not call me son of Aizen. My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques." He growled. "Now who the fuck are you?"

"I'm a shopkeeper that specializes in teas. You may call me Urahara." His eyes glinted dangerously from under his hat and Grimmjow knew in an instant he was dealing with someone very powerful. "Now then, allow me to set your stories straight about young Ichigo. But first, tell me what you saw." He tilted his head waiting for a response.

"The kid's a fucking monster. The horns, the eyes, I can see why demons run from him." Grimmjow grinned.

"Interesting. What you saw is only a fraction of Ichigo's spirit. Most people are overwhelmed by his power and pass out before they can see what he does. I'm surprised you could stand it. His body however is too weak to handle his whole spirit right now. Too young. I have limiters on him so he doesn't burn out. You must be strong indeed."

"I can answer that for you." Ilforte piped up. "Grimmjow was gifted with 'awareness'. He can feel and sense demons before they appear. He also knows monster speak."

"Ha! That explains that beautiful cero you lobbed at me." Urahara laughed behind his fan. "Gifted indeed. Very few people can use monster speak. There are in fact only a few ways known. The first is to be born with it, like yourself and my dear Ichi. The only other way is to survive an attack with a grand monster. Even then it's rare that the ability transfers."

"Oi, hat and clogs..." a young voice called.

Grimmjow's skin prickled again. He could feel the energy and knew without a doubt it was the teen. It was invigorating and he had to hold himself in his seat. He could feel it come closer. THe door slid open with a slam and once again he was face to face with the brown-eyed kid. His scowl deepened obviously not welcoming nor pleased to see the visitors.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked with a clipped tone. Energy clashed and for a moment it was just the two of them in a challenging stare-down.

Urahara broke the tension. "Come now Ichigo, take a seat." he suggested jovially. "Let me introduce you to my guests." He waited as if daring the boy to refuse. "Kurosaki Ichigo, I'd like you to meet Grimmjow Jaegerjaques and his attendant Ilforte Grantz." He grinned when the blonde started at his name being said.

Ichigo blinked and turned away images of the blue-haired man's death fresh on his mind. He scowled and even when Urahara addressed him he still refused to look at Grimmjow. The conversation and scent of tea faded into the background. For a few seconds he could hear the crackling of his own energy and he knew he was being drawn into his soul. The black faded away to images and eventually his own projection was sitting face to face with the tall, horned man. Moments of silence stretched between them until it started to rain. The horned being stood and walked over to him leaning down until his long hair made a curtain around his body keeping him dry. He looked at the buildings through the rain and saw the stranger- Grimmjow's image in the glass. He was laying in the street arm twisted at an odd angle. His chest was bleeding profusely from a long gash. Ichigo could see himself staring down at the carnage. There was an apparition standing over the body. A familiar he figured. Grimmjow was probably unaware that his soul was tied to a guardian beast. Blue eyes opened peering at him with intent. Ichigo didn't want to see anymore.

"GO AWAY!" he screamed.

Suddenly he was back in Urahara's tea room curious eyes on him. The shopkeeper tilted his head already understanding what had happened. Ichigo raised his head and was instantly staring into Grimmjow's questioning blue eyes. He jumped up and bolted from the room with no words. Ilforte frowned in concern for the teen and turned to ask.

"Did Ichigo say anything to you before?" Urahara asked, his friendliness replaced by seriousness.

"Something about my first death isn't my final death." Grimmjow frowned and crossed his arms. "Also said something about seeing me in a dream."

"Hmm, perhaps your death has an important impact on something in my dear protegé's future." Urahara reached inside his jacket and tossed at small sphere at Grimmjow. "I am curious as to what end. Take that."

"What is this?" He asked shaking the contents around.

"It's a tea charm." Ilforte answered for him. "Tea charms are infused with different magics as a ward against bad luck, or for protection."

"This one is to suppress your presence when you're at rest. YOu have a lot of loose energy flying around. Sooner or later it's bound to attract some unsavory characters. This way, should you need to use Cero again it will control the spiritual residue and you wont get bombarded. Of course if you're out there in the open throwing yourself around, well then I can't help if you become a dinner call. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I need to have some words with my student."

Grimmjow ventured back into the capital with questions on his mind. A few things had been discussed with the eccentric shop owner, but it still left so many things unanswered. One thing he knew for sure was that his father would eventually try to find the boy. It was funny that the hopes of Karakura rested on the shoulders of a surly teen not that much younger than himself. He thumbed the orb that had been given to him wondering if his energy really did attract demons. He jolted as something in the sphere stabbed him. Upon inspection, there was a decent sized gouge with a bead of blood on it. He brought it to his lips the charm momentarily forgotten. A softly sweet scent filled the room suddenly and the orb began to glow. He held it up and watched how his blood swirled around with the oils and tea leaves. The glow died to a gentle pulsing and he noticed that it was in exact rhythm with is heart beat. It prompted him to search for something to set it in. He rummaged around until he found a strip of leather and a metal ring. He punched holes in the leather enough to force the ring and sphere inside. The ends were cut thinly so he could knot it tightly about his wrist. It was crude, but for the time it would work.

He'd never been one for reading into the types of powers that existed, but not it was the one thing he was thankful his father had forced on their family. He understood a little about how his own energies worked versus mediums and spiritualists. He had full control over his while others needed a vassal. Suddenly something clicked. He bet that was what his father wanted with the 'hero'. A person with great power he could control, or something on which to experiment. He felt sick. Even in his cold heart, he'd never wish those tortures upon another being, much less a child.

His coming days became risky. The urge to test his limits rose and he found himself using his father's synthetic monsters for target practice. At night though, he would sneak out search for demons. It was his way to develop new skills without the prying eyes of his family. Even Ilforte had nod been privy to his expeditions of baiting monsters. Killing them had given him such a rise. As it would happen, he had another encounter with Ichigo. He'd apparently been baiting a demon that the other had been tracking. They'd argued at first Grimmjow angry that the teen was cutting into his fun. It was short lived though when they got attacked. Both were quick to react diving in opposite directions. The demon screamed in frustration causing Ichigo to cover his ears in pain. Grimmjow had been prepared for the noise and had already fired a cero before he too slapped his hands over his own. The blast hadn't been aimed properly, but it still got the beast in the shoulder and sent him down yowling and cursing. Ichigo blinked in mild surprise, but then wasted no time in banishing the creature.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ichigo screamed at the other. "This isn't a game!"

"Shut up brat. You screwed up my training."

"Why do you need to train? You're the patriarch's son. In fact why are you even out here in the first place? Shouldn't you be up there with daddy making the rest of us miserable?"

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's jacket and dragged him up. "Shut your fucking mouth kid." He hissed. "I want nothing to do with that man and would like nothing better than to see him crushed under my boot." He shoved Ichigo away causing him to trip.

Ichigo stood up and gazed at the blue-haired man. "Why?"

"I want to erase his very existence. I want revenge. I want him to pay for everything he did to my mother, for every experiment he did on me, and for every damn mind game he plays."

Ichigo felt a pain in his chest as he stared at the other. The cloying anger was suffocating and permeated the air around him. This man held enough contempt that it was tangible. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before. He'd been so caught up in the déjà vu and the glimpse of death though. He swallowed as he tried to think of how to respond. Perhaps he needed to intervene. He hated when he had to lead a soul to the afterlife only to find the hell gate opening. It anguished him. And as arrogant and prideful as this person was, he didn't want that to happen.

"Don't focus on revenge." He finally stated.

"Oh? And why should I listen to some prepubescent brat like you?" He muttered.

"For your information I am thirteen. I shouldn't even be doing this shit. Besides you can't be that much older." He griped.

"I'm eighteen kid. Legal adult. Soon I can smite him from his throne."

"You don't know much about hell do you?" Ichigo asked not expecting an answer. "If you focus on revenge and kill him, when your soul dies I'll be forced to escort you to the hell gate. It's personalized. Hell is the presence of your most feared and hated things over and over again. So don't focus on revenge, just on getting stronger."

"Ain't that a bit hypocritical coming from you?" He snorted. "I'll kill you all until you release her soul. Remember that?"

Ichigo sighed heavily and turned away. "She was... It was because of me. I just want to free her soul from hell. That's why I'm enduring this." He turned to leave not wanting to say more. "Stay out of my way."

As soon as he was out of sight he melted into his soul. The white, horned man was standing waiting for him. His projection trudged forward until it was right in front of the other being. An arm came around him and he leaned toward the man his cheek pressed against a ridged torso. He stayed like that for several minutes just listening to the breathing of the other projection. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut wishing that he could grow quicker and be stronger like the creature he was resting against. The buildings appeared again and he turned unable to keep himself from seeing the blue eyes fading. Black-clawed fingers covered his eyes, blocking the vision of death.

Grimmjow's pride had been wounded. He'd known that the kid was strong, but it irritated him that he was so much stronger. He raged tearing into the synthetics with his bare hands. He'd planned on snagging the brat when he was older, but if his ideas got blockaded he still wanted to be able to hold his own and kill him should the need arise. As far as he knew his father was still not aware of the teen. He intended to keep it that way. A plus with baiting monsters was that if he was out there training and killing them, it kept the kid from doing so and kept his father in the dark for one night more.

Each night he went out and baited until he was too spent to do more. A few times he pushed himself overboard and ended up having to call Ilforte to come pick him up. It was clear that his attendant did not approve of him going alone, but he spoke nothing of it. Every now and then he'd run into the kid. They'd argue dust a monster and then leave as if nothing had happened. In a way he found himself anticipating meeting the young 'hero'. It gave him something to gauge against and he had to admit the argumentative banter was entertaining. The teen was fun to rile. He became the closest thing to a friend, other than Ilforte, that Grimmjow had.

Aizen had become somewhat aware of Grimmjow's sneaking around however, and had called him in. He'd sat Grimmjow down in the manor's large office and stared him down with a false smile. It had unnerved him and all he wanted to do was punch the man and leave. Eventually the stifling presence had been broken by his Father asking about his outings. Grimmjow had responded tartly that it was merely him killing time and that he was so bored he wanted to destroy something. Aizen had seemed to accept the answer with an offputting smile and dismissed Grimmjow with a very fake 'I love you son'.

Grimmjow had been pleased that he'd grown exponentially in a short time. His control was in top condition and he'd learned how to quick fire very concentrated bursts of energy. His use of monster speak had become like second nature and the amount of skills he'd learned from it had grown. The kid, Ichigo- he amended had actually been what pushed him harder. Each time they met, argued, and parted he had reminded him of his impending first death. Whatever the cryptic statement pertained to still confused him, but he figured being more in control of his own gifts would help and perhaps even prevent that.

One night as he was about to leave though, something happened that he was ill prepared for. "My poor, foolish son." Grimmjow's back stiffened as soon as he hear the voice. "You've been hiding something from me for a long time. Something that I so very much need."

He turned, his body sinking into a defensive stance as he spotted his father standing in the door way. "What the fuck are you on about old man?" His voice betrayed no sense of fear.

"I have it under good authority that you know and have been even meeting up with this 'hero' the people seem so smitten with." Aizen's smile didn't change.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He snapped eyes narrowing.

"Dear Grimmjow, I do hate being lied to." Grimmjow snorted at his father. "Very well. Since you seem unwilling to talk to me, perhaps you will feel more comfortable speaking with your brothers."

"What?!" He jolted as Aizen swept out of the room and in his place stood his two older siblings. Even with the training, he still wasn't any match for the both. He knew it would be futile to fight them. "Fuck."

Grimmjow was promptly knocked out by the taller of the two. The last he remembered was a teasing sneer before waking up in the synths lab. He tried to moved and noted that his arms were bound behind him and his legs tied to the legs of the chair he was sitting on. He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with the maniacal grin of his brother Nnoitora. As he looked around he noticed the eldest sibling, Ulquiorra sitting on the table across the room. His eyes were on him silently calculating the situation.

"Rise and shiny baby. Pops is mad at you, which means I get to have some fun." Nnoitora leered.

Grimmjow glowered in response. In all truth he disliked his elder siblings. They were only related by Aizen's blood as their mother had mysteriously died years before Grimmjow was even a thought. He figured that she had been subject to some of his father's cruel experiments and had less than positive results. He knew his brothers had been modified while he had not. His genetics had clashed with the experiments enough that Aizen had long given up. It had made for the huge difference in all their energies. One sibling alone, he would have been able to take down at his stage, but he knew he couldn't hold out on the both. He bit his lip trying to figure a way out of his bind. He was regardless intent on not telling anything.

"Grimmjow you should be reasonable in this situation and tell us what father wants to know. I really do not fancy torturing my own family." Ulquiorra addressed him in complete monotony.

"Fuck off." Grimmjow spat.

"Tut tut, baby brother. That's not very nice." The taller man grabbed his hair and yanked hard pulling a tuft out. "Ulqui's trying to be nice." He grinned again and slapped Grimmjow.

"I told you to fuck off." He ground out.

Nnoitora frowned and backed away reaching for one of the weapons on display. "Don't over do it." Ulquiorra stated in mild annoyance.

Grimmjow grunted in pain as a blade was drawn over his shoulder cutting through his shirt in biting into the skin. He refused to speak though. Nnoitora grinned widely with each cut thoroughly enjoying the pain he was inflicting. Grimmjow resisted biting his lips to keep from yelling. Nnoitora used his mods and ran his fingers down Grimmjow's arms burning the flesh. His eyes closed tightly and he thrashed in his binds. Ulquiorra sensing they were getting nowhere stood and walked toward Grimmjow.

"Stop making this difficult." He muttered. "I hate having to use this." He placed his fingers around Grimmjow's eyes forcing the other to look at him.

Grimmjow glared while staring in to sad green eyes. He was uncomfortable with the proximity of the pale man and unsure of what was about to happen. Suddenly pain seemed to radiate from behind his eyes. He felt as if his thoughts were being forcefully pulled from his head. He jolted and trembled unable to close his eyes. The clanking of his tea charm against the back of the chair brought a moment of clarity. He was unsure if it would work, but it was his only shot. He writhed in pain forcing the charm to hit against the chair as hard as possible. He hoped the eccentric shop owner was right about his energy drawing demons. He heard it shatter. The sound of glass breaking drew Ulquiorra's attention and he removed his hands from Grimmjow's face. His eyes widened in surprise at the high pitched screaming he could suddenly hear. Grimmjow panted thanking whatever entity for the distraction.

"what the fuck is going on? Why are monsters in here?" Nnoitora snapped.

Grimmjow laughed despite his pain. "What is it Nnoi? Scared of some real monsters? They're different than the little shits dad makes."

"The fuck did you do?" Grimmjow was yanked up by his hair the chair getting lifted off the floor.

"Nothing. Just heard monsters like my energy so I let them know where I was."

"You little shit!" The taller man screamed.

"Leave him Nnoitora. I found out enough." Ulquiorra's deadly calm voice left no room for argument. "You called them here, you can deal with them."

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Grimmjow twisted his hand enough that he could fire off energy. It flung him chair and all into the opposite wall. The chair busted upon impact allowing him to at least stand even if his arms were still bound. Monsters flooded the room before Ulquiorra and Nnoitora could escape. Grimmjow rushed at them pushing out the doorway while they were distracted. He had to get out and tell the shop keeper to get the kid out of town. Creatures and his brothers hot on his trail, he kept running irritated that he had no use of his arms. He stumbled as he felt shockwaves and clumsily tried to use his monster-speak to move faster. His brothers dispatched beasts as they tried to get to him. Nnoitora was filled with a rage and just itching to let it fly on the younger man. His legs burned weakened by pain. Finally he made it outside the manor and to the street. A demon was on him instantly. He reared back and head butted it causing himself to see stars, but allowed him to get free. He ran trying to remember how to get back to Karakura. Monsters eventually stopped chasing him, his energy wearing down. Ulquiorra however, had not. He tripped once more this time falling to the ground with a grunt. He landed on his left arm causing the shoulder to get popped out of place.

"I don't know why father put up with you. You're nothing but trash." Ulquiorra had finally caught up with him and kicked him over on to his back. "Whatever it was that you were trying to do was pointless." His hand curled as if gripping a sword. "Disappear." he mumbled and brought his arm down in a slashing motion.

Though nothing was visible he could clearly feel the bite of the blade slicing into his torso. His head became fuzzy with the blood quickly seeping out of the gaping wound. His vision blurred watching the pale man turn and walk away. Several moments he lay laboring to breath. He closed his eyes feeling his skin prickle. He guessed there were still hungry monsters out. Something shifted next to him and he cracked his eyes open again barely able to make out a sleek white cat nuzzling his side. It mewled pathetically before climbing on top of him and laying down. At least he wasn't going to die alone he figured. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

"I told you not to let them lead you into the light." He could hear the surly teenager's voice. "Wake up asshole."

Grimmjow's eyelids felt so heavy, but he fought to push them up. The kid was standing over him scowling. His image was blurry. "Shut...up..." he managed to cough out.

"That's a pretty nasty gash. If you can peel your ass off the street then it's going to leave a scar." Ichigo sat down next to him not caring that his pant legs were getting soaked in blood.

"Run away brat... Aizen knows about you now." He muttered between labored breaths.

"You have a knife on you?" He asked ignoring Grimmjow's warning.

"What..?" When Ichigo didn't repeat the question he nodded slightly. "Right pocket."

He could feel the small hand dig in his pocket to retrieve the weapon. The heat from the proximity of the teen's body felt good to his rapidly cooling skin. His eyes focused just a bit when he heard it click open. Ichigo pressed the small blade against his left hand and squeezed before sliding the knife out quickly. Grimmjow heard the hiss of pain and wondered what the kid was doing. Something hot dripped across his chest causing a slight stinging. He tried to lift his head. Ichigo's cut hand was squeezed into a tight fist as he dripped blood over the wound.

"I shouldn't be doing that. Tampering with your energy. It should ensure that you're able to walk away from this, it won't be enough to heal you though." Grimmjow's skin felt like it was trying to knit itself back together. "When you're able to move again find the Kurosaki Clinic and ask for Inoue Orihime." Ichigo stood up and picked the cat up that had been laying on Grimmjow's stomach. "I'm taking him with me for safe keeping."

"What are you talking about?" Grimmjow groaned.

"Somebody up there gave you a guardian. Right now your energies are sealed in him until you get strong enough to use them. I'm going to take care of him until you overcome death." He could see a little clearer how Ichigo's brown eyes bore into his. "You better survive. I had another dream about you and I am curious if it's true."

"Wait... what the hell?" Grimmjow coughed.

"We'll see eachother later, Grimmjow." With that being said the teen ran off.

A/N: So I got inspiration for another fic and since I'm nearing the end of Verloren, I figured I'd start on this. I wanted to do something that kind of paralleled some of the occult elements that bleach deals with, but also some fantasy and other things. I know it's confusing right now so let me give you some notes.

First off this is going to be a GrimmIchi fic. It will NOT be shota.

Ichigo starts off 13 years old in this fic while Grimm is 18. Ulquiorra and Nnoitora are 28 and 25 respectively. They are Grimmjow's older half siblings. They share a mother from Aizen's first wife while Grimmjow's mother was Aizen's second wife. Both of them have been modified to mimic monster skills and awareness. Grimmjow's genetics are a bit different and reacted badly with the modifications so he does not have them. I will explain that in later chapters. It's a kind of important plot element.

Speaking of Monster-speak, this is the ability to use demon energy and monster skills. It's based on a comprehension of archaic monster language and being either a descendant of a monster/demon or being compatible with their energy when attacked.

As I mentioned both Ichigo and Grimmjow have this ability. This is also an important plot element that will be explained later.

Seer vs. awareness- Seers can see spirits and pretty much anything tied to the occult. The can see images of those people who are about to die and can also lead lost souls home. Their dreams are often prophetic and they tend to have a great deal of spiritual energy. Awareness is a family skill. It refers to being able to see, hear, and speak with monsters/demons.

I'll explain more things like mediums and Urahara's tea charms next chapter. As well as Grimmjow's guardian. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it and stick with me to see Grimmjow and Ichigo's relationship develop. Thanks for reading!
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