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Grimmjow: Reconciling The Past	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Longstanding Circumstances

A/N: It is recommended that you read 'Orihime: Inner Spirit Rise to Power Re-write' but it's not really necessary.

This is a short side story from that one, about what happened to Grimmjow and Nel as they ran away as Orihime took on Nnoitra.

Chapter 1: Longstanding Circumstances

He ran with the child on his back. As he ran he remembered, long sexy legs that could have wrapped around his waist. Plump breasts, he could sink his teeth into. The teal hair he'd have loved to pull as he would have been thrusting into her from behind. But… then… then that sonovabitch got in the way. He stopped running.

"Cat... Cat, she said we hafth to go. You can't stwop!" Nel yelled at the panther.

"Shaddup ya brat!" he yelled back. "I already know what I said I'd do. And ya not in any danger here, now are ya?!"

Looking over the landscape, they were far away from the site that Orihime left from. In the distance they could see a large column of blue and white fire.

"Hmm, I guess that chick's really got it, huh?" Grimmjow commented.

"What's she got? Is it contagious? Did it get on Nel?" the girl panicked.

"Geez! What a faqin pain in the ass!" he hollered. Then grabbed the small bundle from his back and yanked her off. Holding her under her arms out in front of him, he grew angry once again. He threw her down to the sand and began to speed off in the direction of the flames. What he saw when he came upon the site was Nnoitra engulfed by fire.

"Wait!" the young girl screeched, as she made her way running after him. He whipped himself around and scooped his body low. Nel nearly ran straight into his face.

"Listen kid, I don't need a brat like you following me around. Now you're safe, SO PISS OFF!" he fumed at her.

Nel reached her tiny hands up to the sides of Grimmjow's face. They both looked into each other's eyes. With the icy blue of Grimmjow's annoyance and the melancholic hazel of Nel's, then she spoke.

"Sexta! You belong to me," she said ferociously and no longer in the lisp and baby voice. Suddenly they were surrounded by pink smoke and sand.

As the pink fog engulfed them, memories of the past bombarded both Nel and Grimmjow's mind…

100 years ago…

Grimmjow and his other Adjuchas roamed Hueco Mundo. He was their king. They made sure of that only a few days ago by having him consume parts of their flesh. While resting beside a cave, the group was startled by the sound of someone approaching. The group of Adjuchas could feel the incredible spiritual pressure; it was more than their king. They shrank further into the cave. Grimmjow would be the one to challenge the foe. Crouching down on his four paws, he readied himself to leap. As he jumped a strong leg kicked him down. The foot of said leg was now placed firmly against the thick neck of the panther.

Grimmjow's eyes followed the well-muscled leg up. He followed the long white pants as they rounded a set of perfectly shaped hind quarters. Further up, he could see a round fleshy chest. When his eyes settled, he was looking into the most majestic facial features, he had ever seen. Plump pink lips, high cheek bones with a long pink etching across the nose, and calm woody hazel eyes. All surrounded by the brightest teal colored hair. Atop her head she wore a skull, which had sharp teeth that lay over her brow. He started to snap at the female. She simply applied more pressure to his neck and quieted him.

"That's enough now," the female spoke with such a higher than normal pitched voice, it was almost comical. But the power that voice held would stop anyone.

"What the hell do ya want!?" growled Grimmjow.

"I felt your presence Adjuchas. You can be very useful in Aizen-sama's army," the sexy woman replied.

"I am a king in my own right! I won't follow anyone!" he yelled.

She looked into the cold blue eyes of the jaguar. 'He will be strong.' She thought to herself. "So you are a king? What if you are dethroned?" she then said to him.

Grimmjow felt a sudden thrilling chill along his spine. He knew that fighting this woman would mean his defeat. But there was no way he could let this opportunity pass. He always did enjoy a challenge.

The minute the female released his throat he leaped for her. She palmed one of his paws, circled around and pitched the cat across the dunes into a boulder. She walked calmly to him, lifted him up by his tail and tossed him over her shoulder.

Coughing out the sand from his lungs, he stood on his paws with teeth bared and made another attempt to bring the woman down. She giggled lightly, then caught him about the belly and squeezed, as she wrapped her arms around his back. Once the cracking started, the cat stopped struggling. She gently laid him down and bent her lips close to his ear.

"You belong to me now," she declared. Then upon getting up, she dragged him by his tail and walked to the cave. "If you want to be with your 'king', you will follow me," she informed the small group and then walked away as she flipped the panther over her shoulder. The Adjuchas felt they had no choice but to follow.

"Hey boss, you awake?" asked Shawlong, the highest ranking and former leader of Grimmjow's group. Grimmjow opened his eyes, to find his five members surround him. They seemed to be inside a house. He was lying on the floor atop a blanket. "How ya doing, Grimmjow?"

"My faqin back is killin' me," he growled, trying to stand. As he did, the legs that took him down before walked into the room. His Adjuchas moved to the side as she entered. Grimmjow glanced up at the woman and sneered.

She spit into her hand and placed it on his back, it suddenly starting to feel better. She petted him, and he purred. "That's better now isn't it, hmm?" she said laughingly. He stopped his hum and growled at her again. But it didn't last long as she continued to stroke his back, making the wound she inflicted disappear. She brought her other hand around to scratch him beneath his chin. He closed his eyes in elation at the feel. "Come on cat, stand up and look at your new home," she said to him.

"My name is NOT cat!" he hollered, pulling his head away from the woman. "It's Grimmjow."

"Well good to make your acquaintance, Grimm," she told him and walked to the entrance of the room. "I'm Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, an Arrancar and 3rd ranked Espada in Aizen-sama's army." She motioned for him to follow, as she sat on her couch in the next room.

The conversation made him curious, he'd heard of menos achieving Vasto Lorde class. That was what his group was trying to achieve before they made him their king, but never Arrancar. He moved to sit and listened to what Nelliel had to say about this army, and this Aizen who made it possible for them. He listened to her say that she is out on missions right now, in search of Adjuchas and Vasto Lordes to bring into the army. She wanted him in that army as well, but she wouldn't force him into it.

"So I can leave now then?" he asked her. She told him he was free to leave now that he was well.

She got up from the couch and walked to the door leading out of her home, pointed to it and said, "You have my permission to leave, seeing as I'm your owner. However I also expect you to return here soon."

Grimmjow jumped from her couch and signaled his group to go. As he left he looked back at the Arrancar, gave a sneer and ran off. They ran long and hard, far away from this woman's home. They stayed away for five days. When they came upon a spring where they gathered water, Grimmjow felt a compulsion to return to the woman. He began to make his way back when his Adjuchas questioned his move.

"You will remain here. I want to learn more about this Aizen. She is the only creature here that gave us any hope to elevate our status," he tells them and runs back to Nelliel's house. When he arrives, she isn't home. So he curls himself up at her door and waits for her.

Grimmjow is awakened by loud shouts and roars. Someone was fighting out in the dunes. He felt the need to see who was fighting, but when he saw the battle he suddenly became enraged. There in the sand was the woman battling a very tall and lanky man. He had middle length, messy black hair, an overly large sickle weapon, and when he yelled one could see a number 8 tattoo on his tongue.

Nelliel simply used her Sonído to avoid the strikes from Nnoitra's blade. He continued to challenge her since they were grouped together for these reconnaissance missions. He couldn't control his outrage at having a woman not only out rank him, but have a logical mind superior his own. She suddenly felt her Adjuchas panther enter the scene. She could feel his reiatsu raise, and knew that if she allowed this to go on, Nnoitra would use him against her. She would have to end this battle, before that happened.

Nelliel grasped the Ocho Espada's blade as he swung it down once again at her. She pulled her Zanpakutō out and using the handle she butted him in the stomach. Nnoitra was propelled backwards into the side of a building and fell over grabbing his middle.

"Okay, we're done," she said to him. "I'm glad we finished before lunch."

"Wait, I said this was the final showdown. We fight until the end!" Nnoitra scolded the woman.

"You mean until one of us finishes the other?" she asked.

"Damn right," he replied.

"Not happening, stop trying to act like a grown-up," she stated.

"What'd you say!?" he was outraged.

"There was a time when we ceased to be Human and became beasts. And then in becoming Arrancar, we regained our capacity for reason. One who possesses reason should require a reason to fight," she pronounced. "You lack that. I do not have a reason to fight you. That means I have no obligation to finish you off."

"I have a reason! I hate you!" screamed the Ocho.

"That's not a reason, that's instinct," the Tres explained. "You're an animal. I don't recognize you as a warrior. You are not someone I have to fight against. I don't feel like being burdened with taking the life of someone who isn't even a warrior." The Ocho Espada remained where he landed, shocked into silence as the Tres ridiculed and humiliated him.

Nelliel walked off the field and came across her Adjuchas panther. Seeing his hackles rise she bent dawn low and stroked his back. This seemed to calm the jaguar. However when he looked up his eyes were in a rage.

"Whadafaq was that, just now!?" he screamed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"First off that guy was pretty powerful and seemed like he really wanted a go, he didn't care if he died, so why should you? But not only that what did you mean, he was just an animal, not a warrior. So you telling me you think of me the same way!?" the Adjuchas was angry.

"He has no concept of reason, only instinct and despair. He is not a true warrior, as he seeks only his own self-gratification, rather than the cause to which we fight for," she explained to Grimmjow. "You are not like him, because even without being an Arrancar as we are, you have attained reasoning and honor. You are more a warrior then he is, for sure."

For some reason this pleased the panther. From that day onward Grimmjow spent his time with Nelliel. Learning all there was to learn about being an Arrancar. He still had yet to make his formal decision about it, but he enjoyed her company. Most nights he could be found at the foot of her bed, curled up and keeping watch while her Fracciónes Dondochakka Birstanne and Pesche Guatiche did their normal chores around the place. Once in a while Dondochakka and Pesche would find him, curled up in her bed as she slept. Her arms tucked around his belly as if holding a teddy bear.

He was roaming the house one day, to find her bathing. He watched with unabashed fascination, as she washed her body. The water rolling down her sides as her back was towards him. He could see just the outline of her firm breasts. He watched as she took a tub of water and raised it over her head, and the water ran down her slim strong back to the top of her behind. Then he watched as it moved between her rear cheeks. He began to lick his lips and smack his teeth together at the sight. He bent his head low and lifted his hind leg up over his head. He began to lick the bump that formed between his legs while he watched the beauty. When he caught himself at what he was doing, he quickly jumped up and ran out of the house.

'What the hell was I thinking!?' he thought to himself. 'Shit, it hasn't been that long he been without a woman, that he had to go and find pleasure by himself, while watching… that… incredibly sexy… alluring… OH SHIT! AGAIN!' His erection was at attention once again, and he needed to be rid of it immediately. As he was just about to find pleasure with himself again, he came upon a female that was roaming the area. She had the look of a deer about her. She pranced around with her ass in the air; she was looking for someone to help her out. He just figured he'd accommodate her.

Nelliel couldn't find Grimm anywhere. She'd asked her Fracciónes but they hadn't seen him all day. She decided to look around her grounds to see if he ventured there. She came upon a group of bushes that were moving, and she heard the sounds of animals mating. She was just about to leave when she recognized one of the animals' spiritual pressures. She marched over to it, and pushed the bush aside. There she saw her jaguar, fornicating with another Adjuchas. Tears came to Nelliel's eyes and a choked sound came from her throat, as she threw her hand to her mouth to cover up the sound.

Grimmjow heard the sound then sensed the reiatsu. He looked up from his thrusts to find his Nelliel looking at him, in shock. Was she crying? He watched her run off back into her home. For some reason he could finish with the female he was on top of. He removed himself and ran after his owner. He found her in her bedroom, thrown across the bed. She was shaking. He walked cautiously to her, and sat next to her on the bed. She had already known he was in the room, as she started to sit up from her position.

"Why are you upset?" he asked her.

"It's nothing Grimm, really. I just never thought you… well that you…," she let her voice trail off, leaving the truth unsaid. But Grimmjow saw it in her eyes and bowed his head in shame for a moment.

"You know what, you're something else! You think you can just roam around here looking like you do and the males aren't going to have a response!?" he began yelling at her. He wasn't mad at her. He felt ashamed for himself, but he wasn't going to let this woman torture him like this anymore. "Do you even have an idea as to why I felt the need to do that!?"

Nelliel looked up at him then, her eyes red and tears spilled from them. He brought his muzzle to her face and licked her tears with his rough sandy tongue. She made no move to stop him. He licked lower onto her neck. Again she let him. His tongue reached the top of her bosom and again there was no recourse from his owner to stop. He lifted his paws up onto her shoulders and she glided back down onto the bed. She brought her hands up to smooth them along his spine.

When she touched him he snapped out of his perplexity, and ravished her breasts. Licking and biting at them, while she moaned her delight. He grabbed her top in his teeth and ripped it completely off of her. She brought his muzzle back up to her face and kissed him. And that's where he stopped. He couldn't do this with her. Oh he could… but it seemed too demeaning a thing to do to her. She wasn't an animal like he was, no matter what she thought or said to him, he still viewed himself as such. So he jumped back, off the bed and heading toward the door. She made a soft cry from her bed.

"Grimm…?" she questioned.

"Nelliel, I can't do this to you. I know you said I'm a warrior, but I'm not like you. I'm still an animal," he said to her. He turned his eyes back to her then. "I'm going to this Aizen and I'll become an Arrancar like you. Then I will come back here, to this place. And when I do, there will be no stopping me from finishing this." Then he ran off, out of her home to the palace of Las Noches.

Nelliel watched him leave; she started to tear up again, but stopped as she thought about the last thing he said. 'He said he would go to Aizen, he would become Arrancar, just for me!' she was so excited she nearly forgot to eat with her Fracciónes. So she dressed herself in a new uniform, and went to find Dondochakka and Pesche.

"Pesche! Dondochakka! Hmmm, where did those guys go?" she called. She searched her home, all the places they normally would hide, and some places they wouldn't even have a way of fitting into. Her stomach growled. "I sure am hungry." She walked outside and was confronted with Nnoitra.

"Sup," he said to her. While he stood there he had his sickle blade out as if ready for battle.

"You again."

"Looking for something?" he asked.

"That's none of your business," she responded. As she walked passed him, she had to make a comment, "Carrying a weapon on your shoulder is threatening behavior. If you truly wish to appear strong, hide your weapon as you walk."

He gave a sneaky, sly half grin, and then an explosion erupted from the side of her home. She turned to find Pesche and Dondochakka in a pile from the rubble, they had their masks forcibly removed. Nelliel became completely infuriated at this. "You removed their masks, didn't you? You're horrible!"

"So what?" he said to her. "Those two were weak, that's all there is to it."

Nelliel ground her teeth at the Ocho Espada. He turned to face her then, and prepared to battle her once again. They clashed blades, and were each pushed back.

"So how 'bout it, I give you a reason to fight me?" he asked her.

"No," she replied. "But you hurt people who are dear to me. You will pay for that!" Nelliel thrust her Zanpakutō to Nnoitra. She pushed him back and held him to the wall as he tried to block her strikes. She kicked her foot out at him and forced him through the wall violently. He fell to the ground below. She dove for him through the hole, and again attacked him. He was being pushed, however unbeknownst to Nelliel that was his plan. He had a trap set up for her with the help of Szayelaporro. He used a hologram to guide her to a staging area, where upon when she sliced her blade through it, it disappeared. She was immediately struck in the back of her head by the real Nnoitra. Her mask was cracked and she lay in a pool of blood on the ground, her body no longer that of a mature woman, but of a child. The Ocho had her tossed out of Las Noches, along with her Fracciónes.

"What is your name?" the man called Aizen-sama asked of the newly made Arrancar. He emerged from his cocoon, a tall handsome male. His hair was short and shockingly blue, that matched his eyes.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," replied the Arrancar.

A/N: Please read and review lemme know how you guys handle this bit.
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