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Grimmjow: The Chibi Adventure	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Reclaiming the Lost

The sound of a child's cry rung in the air, tears ran down her round cheeks. She'd been running for hours without end. The two Arrancars chasing her were laughing raucously. She saw before her an open sandy field, to the side there were large boulders. The child thought that would be a good place to hide for a while.

She rounded the first boulder and tumbled onto her bottom, breathing heavily. A movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention. The sand was moving. She became curious and crawled her way to the shifting sand. As she drew closer the movement stopped.

Suddenly the sand erupted, and rained down on her head. In place of the sand rose an enormous worm. Its jaws open and crashing down towards her, she was barely able to escape them. She started running again. This time she made it to the second set of boulders and apparently the worm lost sight of her.

"So, you think you got away? Think again little girl!" a rough male voice sounded behind her. She slowly turned herself around. When she did, she was confronted with the knees of a large male Arrancar.

She tried to scream, but she was so overcome with terror, no sound could be produced. The male reached down and gripped her by the back of the neck. He lifted the child until her face was level with his.

When she saw the ice blue of his eyes and the fierceness behind them she couldn't hold back any longer. The sound that burst from the child had the blue eyed male Arrancar recoiling.

"Ayeeeeeee! Kawaii Kitty! Nel wants to touch your hair! Ahahahaha!" she squealed as she reached as far as she could, swinging her little arms and hands through the air.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Grimmjow bellowed irately. He flipped the child Arrancar up into the air having her land on his back. "Seriously Nel, how long do we have to play this game?"

The small hands in his hair stopped threading threw his tresses and yanked hard, pulling Grimmjow's head back. She climbed further up so she was looking into his eyes with her head hanging upside down over his face. Then she spoke, "It's called eternal pursuit! Why would we name it that if it had and end!" her voice pierced his eardrums.

The little girl slid herself forward trailing her face down the Sexta's. She slobbered him from the top of his forehead, down his nose, and landing on his lips. Grimmjow was annoyed; he calmly pulled Nel from him, to cradle her in his arms. She was grinning the whole time. "Pretty Cat!" she said with glee.

"When I asked how long we would play this game, I was talking about you!" the furious panther yelled. "How long do you plan on being stuck in this form!? It's been a month already!"

They had gone to the world of the living to aid the Cero Espada. He didn't really give a shit, but his woman had a way of convincing him. They followed that fucking weirdo shop keeper's instructions, he said going into the Soul King's Realm would help him find what he needed to restore that dipshit, Kurosaki Ichigo. Since Nelliel wanted to help both Kurosaki and Ulquiorra, he was dragged along. They had no idea that going there would mean torment beyond belief and the loss of their Espada ranks. Now his queen was a child, he was no longer the Tres, and he hasn't fucked in a month!

The Geta-boshi said he'd figure out a way to restore their ranks, but as far as Nel's form; only time would heal that. And for the most part, though he'd hate to admit it, the freak was right. Even though she was still a child, Nel had grown some. She now resembled a young girl around 10 years old. The former Primera Espada was able to retain all her memories. The only problem was getting her to relax long enough for her stress levels to go down. The Urahara creep said that was the cause.

So Grimmjow did his best to keep his little owner happy … and it was going to kill him. "Let's go, Nel" he spoke softly. "It's time we headed back home now."

"But Nel doesn't want to!" the child complained.

"We're having fun, donchaknow!" Dondochakka chimed in. He was followed behind by Pesche and Bawabawa.

Grimmjow looked up over the top of Nel's head and gave the two Fracciónes his meanest glare, with a not so subtle growl, "We've been out here for weeks! I want to get back to MY OWN BED!"

"Well, well, ah, ah," both Fracciónes clammed up. Grimmjow grabbed the girl and, carrying her football style, raced back to the Tres' home.

Pesche and Dondochakka prepared the meal for the evening. While Grimmjow and Nel sat inside on one of her oversized couches.

"Grimm…?" she began. "Do you remember our first meeting?"

He looked down at the young girl who had laid her head in his lap. This part hadn't changed since they got back. They'd wait here for dinner, and she'd cuddle her small form close to his body. "Yeah, I remember, why?" the Sexta questioned.

"I remember looking at you and thinking, 'This is a strong one,'" she told the panther. "I knew right away, I wanted to have you."

Grimmjow's ears perked up at these words. They never really did get to talking about their feelings when her memories returned to her. They pretty much, well you know … pent up sexual frustration and all, they were really busy getting that … out of the way. Now since he refused to touch this girl, there was nothing to do but talk.

"Oh yeah?" he said. "What was it you wanted?" he brought his hand down to her teal hair, and pulled on a lock. She turned her face up to look in his eyes.

Nel's smile was large when she looked at her cat, "You were strong, and fierce. And you never gave up even when you knew you had no chance of winning." He breathed out a long sigh, and looked away from his female. He seemed to be lost in the memory; he didn't notice the girl turn her body to face him. Nor did he notice her hand creeping up the side of his torso. He did however notice when she wiggled her fingers into his ribcage, finding his one and only ticklish spot.

"Ahh, hahaha, STOP! Hahaha, I MEAN IT GIRL!" the Sexta warned. Then he grabbed her by the wrists, in one of his large hands and pulled them over her head. He looked straight into her hazel eyes, and for just a moment he saw his Nelliel. For a moment, he forgot how young her body was. He began to lower his lips to the girl. "Ah! FUCK!" he yelled and thrust her back and away from him.

"Grimm, I'm still me you know," she informed her pet. "I'm still the same Nel you slung over your shoulder and ravished in my bedroom."

"That's not the point! Nel, look at you!" he was fuming now. "How can you possibly expect me to touch you like this? When I couldn't do anything with you while I was Adjuchas! I would have been beastly to do it then, and it would make me a complete animal now! It won't happen!"

He got up from the couch, and headed for the door. She was right behind him and encircled her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Cat," she stated. "I'll be good, but please don't leave," her voice broke slightly.

Grimmjow placed his hand on the girl's, and looked down. He began to recall the last time he walked out on his woman. He flung his other arm around and grasped the child Arrancar in a strong embrace. "I will never leave you, Nel," he vowed to her. "Never again." He wouldn't leave her helpless as he did for a century. He made that promise when he impaled Nnoitra after becoming the Tres.

As he held her, something was happening to Nel. Her arms began getting longer; her legs became taller as well. When Grimmjow picked his head up to look at his woman, he noticed he didn't have to stoop his torso down. Nel was older now; she seemed to be around the age of 15. He sucked in a breath and clasped his hands to the side of her face. "Nel," he said her name like a prayer. She smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and ducked her head into his shoulder.

"Dinner's ready donchaknow," piped Dondochakka, as he oh so subtly ruined the mood. "Nelliel-sama, you're growing!" They all ate dinner together, having a jovial time, all expressing their happiness about Nel's recent growth spurt. That time was cut short by an urgent message from the world of the living.

"Urahara-san!" the voice of Inoue Orihime sounded from the entrance of the candy shop. She came prancing in with a bundle of papers in her arms. Following behind her was her fiancé Ulquiorra Cifer, straight faced as always and Kurosaki Isshin.

Urahara Kisuke was in his lab room behind the shop, but he could hear the young princess' shout. It had taken him sometime, but he thought he had finally figured out a way to restore Kurosaki Ichigo's power. He picked up the sword he'd been working on, and lifted it eye level. It was a completely white katana, it contained small amounts of reiatsu from every person the young teenager came into contact with and subsequently saved in one way or another. The only thing he needed to activate the power drawing ability was the pretty power drawing princess that just walked into the lab.

"Urahara-san," Orihime hollered again and thrust a rectangular card in front of his face. "Here it is! This is your official invitation to our wedding next month."

The perverted shop owner lowered his invention, and grabbed the invitation. He looked it over and placed it down on the table in front of him. Then he looked over at the older man behind Orihime, "You're going to pay for all of this, Kurosaki-san?" He looked back at Orihime and said, "Aren't you the lucky princess."

"Of course I'd pay for it, it's like one of my own daughter's getting married!" shouted the former captain of squad 10. Then he glared at Kisuke, the look said he should keep his mouth shut about certain things. What Orihime still didn't know was that Isshin was not only Ichigo's father and a Shinigami, but he was also the son of the Reiō and Shiba Miki. He was her brother, and in his father's place he would be the one to make her wedding day the happiest day for her. "I need to have a private word with you Urahara-san."

After the glare from Isshin, Kisuke could only guess what he might need to talk to him about. "Of course, we can speak after the matter I need to deal with, with Inoue-san." With a nod Isshin walked out of the lab. Kisuke stood at that moment and walked to Orihime. He showed her the white katana. "This is the device I will use to restore Kurosaki Ichigo. It needs only your drawing ability to activate it now."

"Will this really work?" she questioned her sensei.

"I firmly believe this is the way to go about it," the shop keeper told her. He turned to his desk and removed a smaller blade. This dagger wasn't white like the larger sword, the knife was completely black. The wrappings around the hilt were red, green and orange. "But, before we do this, I would like to go about a test run with this."

Orihime looked at the blade, she had a feeling who Urahara wanted to use this on, but she asked anyway, "Is this for Nelliel and Grimmjow?"

The scientist nodded, "I have sent word for the hollows to come here. Do you think you have the confidence to do what you need to for them?"

The princess looked down at the blade one more time, and then raised her head to her fiancé. Ulquiorra gave her a slight smile. Turning back to the Shinigami she said, "I've got to do it, the loss of their ranking is my responsibility."

As they made their way to the cellar, the Garganta opened and through it walked the Sexta Espada and a teenaged Nelliel. Orihime hadn't seen them since she removed the Reiō's curse of nullification. She was sure that Nelliel was left as an adult. Her mind was a bit fuzzy about all the details, but when she went to rejuvenate the child Arrancar, an image of an adult woman popped into her head. So when the healing was done, Orihime left her that way.

"Well, look at this!" Kisuke said cheerfully. "Aren't you a delicious dish, Nelliel-san! Hehehe." The growl from the panther beside her didn't stop the pervert's advances. "Please come closer, and twirl around for us all … hmmm, are you sure you want to get older? I think a teenaged Nel could do some damage!" The sly smile on Urahara's face gave the weaver princess some pause. Nothing good happened when he smiled like that. Well at least nothing pleasant for them anyway.

The Sexta leapt at the Shinigami, but Urahara just brought his hand up and slammed the panther to the ground. "Hmmm, Grimmjow-san, really? You should leave that jealousy for someone who might actually be a threat," he told the Espada. "Besides I thought you and I had an understanding, from last time."

"Blow me!" Grimmjow bellowed and rolled away from the Geta-boshi to stand.

"Now that sounds interesting," the pervert said with a lecherous grin. The Sexta visibly cringed at the comment and went to stand once again by Nelliel's side. "But … enough with the flirtations, let's get down to business." Kisuke pulled the blade from his side and explained the procedure. "The responsible party is the only one who can use this instrument. Since Inoue-san has claimed that right, it will be her that impales you both. The reiatsu will mix with yours, and reshape the spiritual pressure. Inoue-san will then use her rejection ability to bring you back to your previous states."

Grimmjow gave the freak a weary look, he remembered what happened the last time this man had him struck with a sharp object. But he looked to the girl by his side, and at her reassuring gaze, he exposed his torso to the weaver princess. Kisuke handed the dagger to Orihime, when it touched her hands the blade began to glow. She walked over to the Sexta and stabbed him straight and sure through his chest. Orihime quickly removed the blade and placed the healing dome over him. She then walked to Nelliel and repeated the process.

"Whadafaq!" yelled Grimmjow inside the dome. "This is bullshit! All I feel is pain in my chest! I don't feel-" Grimmjow's words were cut short as he was suddenly engulfed in a blue smoke.

"Grimm…?" the panicked Nel began, when she was enclosed in a pink smoke. The screams coming from the pink and blue haze made Orihime falter for a moment, but she quickly regained her composer. She intensified her healing of the two hollows.

The pink smoke subsided first, and Nel emerged from it. She was no longer in the teenage form, she had regained her adult form and on her back she bore the Primera Espada's number.

"Ha! It worked!" Orihime exclaimed and jumped at the Arrancar.

They danced in a small circle, while the pervert watched happily, his head springing in time with the girls' bouncing chests. 'Man, I'm going to hell,' the Geta-boshi thought to himself as a small laugh escaped his throat.

They turned now to the subsiding blue smoke. On the back of the emerging Grimmjow all could see he had attained his Tres rank again. As the rest of his form materialized there was a large collective gasp. Grimmjow turned his body around to face the souls in the room. The girls looked shocked, while the Geta-boshi couldn't stop laughing. Ulquiorra had no response.

"What the hell?" a squeaky voice sounded in the room. Grimmjow tilted his head when he heard it. Then he realized the voice was his and everyone in the cellar was a good two feet taller than him. "Hey! Perv! Whadafaq is going on!?"

Kisuke couldn't contain his laughter at the sight and sound before him. "Tessai, hahaha … Tessai!" he yelled for his second. In a flash the Kidō Master appeared. With Kisuke pointing at Grimmjow he asked for a mirror. In two quick steps he left and returned with one. Apparently the sight was too much for even Tessai to contain his composure as his mustache lifted on his face in a smirk.

Grimmjow stepped forward until his form was revealed to him. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in horror. Reflected back at him in the mirror was a small child. He had his blue spiky hair and maintained his toothy jaw mask on his right cheek, but his eyes were large, his mouth was small and he was short. He looked to be around the age of a four year old.

Grimmjow's face contorted into an angry snarl. "Dafaq you do to me, asshole!?" he spit out. He began to make his way to the laughing man, when he was suddenly lifted from the ground and suffocated by an enormous chest.

"Ahh! Chibi-kitty!" squealed Nelliel. She hugged the tiny Espada tightly. She was jumping and laughing and rocking his small face to her bosom. The small Arrancar rolled his eyes back, and pointed them at the Geta-boshi. Then he lifted his miniature middle finger at the shop keeper. The room erupted into another bout of laughter.
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