...Shifted...

Edited- 5/6/15

Summary: Grimmjow is an Espada. He and his group of friends are part of an underground organization and are tasked with finding new Espada's. While they are on their mission to find the newest one, Grimmjow is stuck trying to subdue their targets while also trying to battle his attraction to one of them, but it seems he might not ever get the chance with the danger lurking around every corner. Yaoi. Mpreg.

Warning(s): Yaoi, Violence, Language. That's all I got for now.

A/N: Another story,I should switch off my brain so these will stop plaguing me but I can't unfortunately. Luckily I have this one more planned out and this should go fast depending on how my other stories go. Tell me what you guys think? In this story I have changed a few things to fit my vision. This is kind of Au. But it still has canon aspects? Is that a thing? Espada and Soul Society aren't exactly like they are in the Bleach Universe. They're made to fit my vision.

Seven figures kneeled in front of thirteen, heads bowed while fists rested on the mats in front of them. They were all dressed to the nine's in their own choice in clothing to fit their needs or bodies. When they heard the okay to rise from one of the thirteen people standing in front of them they rose from their positions and raised their heads, leveling their gazes of their captains.

Shunsui Kyoraku, the first division captain, gave them all a careful once over. He was the head of everything, the entire Soul society and their organization, Hogyoku. He had brought them all together, as children, and had them trained in Soul Society to carry out Hogyoku alongside him and the other captains. Now their first personal mission from the head captain himself was being placed upon their shoulders and they were honored to carry it out. Without Kyoraku they would still be stuck in the lower districts as little street kids with nothing to their name but their pet rat Oomaeda. Even he, sometimes didn't come back, not that they cared anymore.

"At ease. My Espada." Shunsui said. Their stances immediately relaxed as they watched their captains with practiced and down graded anticipation at their next mission.

"Don't get too happy. This mission is in the 'human' realm." Kenpachi Zaraki, their eleventh division captain huffed out, his arms crossed across his chest as he leveled a glare on his students. They stiffened but then relaxed when they realized it was just a warning.

"Zaraki is right. This mission is in the human realm and we need you to locate the new Espada and persuade them to join the Hogyoku. When you step out of this room you are not to use your real names anymore. Code names only. If you choose to except this mission leave to the twelfth division and collect the things you'll need." Shunsui smiled when they all turned on their heels and started off with their excitement bubbling to the surface, even in their stiff gait's.

The seven figures left, smirks on their faces as they walked through the tall open doors, out into the slightly cloudy day to start their mission. When the doors closed the captains started to disperse, Shunsui still staring after the seven figures that just left.

"Their journey will be fruitful, Shunsui." Ukitake said to his mate, his hand resting on his. shoulder.

"Let's hope. For these children are definately Espada." Shunsui whispered before he wrapped an arm around his lover and lead them out of the back door, and out of the meeting hall.

...12th Division..

"This is all you'll be using for this mission." Nemu, the twelth division taicho's assistant ,said as she pressed a button on a remote and compartments from the counter in front of them, popped out. Lain out before them were weapons of choice, should they need them, and Murcielago's gear. Pantera picked up a set of earpieces and handed them to his other companions while keeping one for himself. They all placed them in their ears before they reached for the twin pieces to hide beneath their shirts. With that done, Murcielago, Santa Teresa, Tiburon and Gamuza pick up a few hand pieces, placing them in their hidden holsters, pulling their outfits over them.

They thanked Nemu before they turned to leave the twelth division, with Murcielago trailing behind, having stopped to pick up his laptop and get extra things from captain Kurotsuchi. They opened up a senkaimon and stepped through, entering Karakura, the 'human' realm.

...Karakura..

The mall was so peaceful. There was no hint of the terrible thing that was about to happen. It looked like any other shopping mall during the week, even in December. High Tech. Bright. Crowded with customers who knew there was only a few days left before Christmas but still decided to get their shopping done way past a good date. It was warm inside, despite the chilly grey skies outside. It was safe.

This mall was definately not a place monsters would appear in but here they were and here the others would come. Pantera walked past a display of 'Grandma got ran over by a reindeer' with all his senses at the ready. Every single last one of them. The glimpses he caught of himself in the passing store windows depicted a high-school-aged boy in a navy v-neck and a black pair of slacks, flowly blue locks rushed past his shoulders, and calm blue eyes. He knew though, anyone watching him, would see his slow prowling gait and the inner glow his eyes gave off whenever they focused on something, anything.

Pantera and his companions didn't look human, because they weren't. Pantera was a hybrid, a panther and his name in Soul Society was Pantera. If people caught the feeling of a barely-tamed panther on the loose, the hit the nail right on the damned head. Because that's exactly what he was.

"Ok, guys." Pantera put a hand to the piece in his shirt and then one to the unnoticeable piece in his ear, trying to keep the Christmas music from driving him insane. "Locations and Reports."

"Gamuza here."The voice on the other end was light and happy, but professional and firm. Trained. "I'm over by BJ's. Haven't seen anything yet. Maybe they're not here." Gamuza sounded slightly disappointed but she wouldn't leave her position.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Stay put." Pantera spoke into the piece, the extremely expensive piece. "Murcielago. Information you got, I need." Pantera spoke once again into his piece, his eyes scanning the crowd in his area of the mall.

"It says here, in the file that Kurosutchi-taicho gave me, that the boys love to shop. Their parents also said they would be on their way here so we have no choice but to wait here until they show up." Murcielago said over the receiver in his monotonous voice.

"Good enough. Everyone keep an eye out." Pantera growled.

"Tiburon, here." This voice was different from the two before. It wasn't monotonous or light. It was cool, soft and deep. And almost emotionless. "I'm in the parking lot driving by the back street entrance, nothing to report-" Suddenly Tiburon cut off. There was crackling on the other end before she was speaking over the receiver once again. "Pantera, we've got some trouble. A black limo just pulled up outside Sears. They might be here for them." Tiburon spoke quietly into the receiver, her voice taking on an edge.

"Keep your shit together, Tiburon." Santa Teresa, his voice all sarcasm and no bullshit, spoke loudly into the receiver, the sounds of his gum smacking transferring over.

"Santa Teresa stay on your end you. Unless you want me to end you." Tiburon said in a dangerous voice. All there was to her threat was a bubble popping over the line, which caused the amazonian woman to grunt her annoyance. Pantera's stomach tightened at the knowledge that someone else had come after the Espada they were after. He kept his voice cool, calm and collected as he spoke into receiver again.

"You're sure it's them?" His voice was quiet, not a tremor in it, he was the epitome of calm even if his stomach rejected the idea.

"It's them. There's two vampires and something nasty, I can't see their face either. Their reiatsu is gross and dirty looking." Los Lobos spoke finally, his tired voice ringing loud and clear in Pantera's ear. Pantera cursed under his breath, even though his team could probably hear it anyway. This was not supposed to happen, they were supposed to be in and out like a robbery, collecting their targets while they were at it.

"But Pantera he doesn't even look like he's a day over twenty. I can't tell what he is, he's something I've never seen before. He could be a shifter like you and Los Lobos but I can't tell, even from this up close." Fornicaras, whispered into his piece as he trailed behind the small group in his clear form. Fornicaras' voice was troubled, if he was troubled, Pantera was troubled. Fornicaras was their field medic and had a mind like that of a god. Something he didn't even recognize?

"Should I park and come help you guys?" Tiburon growled from her end, her hand already on the gear shift.

"No." Pantera hissed viciously. "We do need the car for a quick getaway, Tiburon. Gamuza, Fornicaras and I can handle it."

"Of course, Pantera. I am number three. And you are my younger brother. In fact, I can take them on all by myself." Gamuza said from her end, getting a snort of laughter from Fornicaras on his end and a fully belly one from Santa Teresa, followed by him choking on his gum.

"Dumb ass." Los Lobos sighed over on his end as he leaned against a wall with his eyes closed, looking as if he was just taking a rest when really, he wasn't.

"You watch yourself." Pantera said as he rubbed at his temples. He loved his sister but damn did she cause some problems when she just went charging end like she owned the place. But at other times she always shined a light on some dark moments when they were on missions.

"All of you. Watch yourselves and Tiburon. Keep that damn car running and don't you leave it." Pantera was all business and no play now. "You all know what's at stake."

"Yeah, we do." The voices were more subdued, because they did know, and it definately wasn't the last bottle of sake in the fridge either.

The boys they were looking for would either bring peace to the world or end it in the span of a moment, of course they didn't know it, yet. Their names were Ichigo and Shiro Urahara and they were raised in the human realm, away from the things that go bump in the night. They didn't realize they were born from the blood of human and god or that alot more of the godly blood than the human, ran through their veins. They also didn't know they were born to be Espada or defend the world from it's one true threat. Aizen Sousuke.

He had been a threat since Los Lobos, the first initiated member of Hogyoku, started out on his way before any of the others had even finished their training. Los Lobos and a couple of members from their stealth division had been trying to break down his doors for the longest time to figure out what he hell he wanted and what the hell he was planning but of course they couldn't figure it out. He was tightly guarded and he never spoke unless he knew he wasn't being watched or tracked. He always killed any witnesses or traitors and he never left a trace which had made it hard for Los Lobos and the others to get ahead of him this late in the game. But now they knew exactly what he wanted and it was inside the twin godlings. They would not let him get his hands on the power inside the twins. This was their mission, and they would carry it out to the fullest, on behalf of their head captain and father. Shunsui Kyoraku.

'These boys were about to get quite the surprise when we tell them of their-fate.' Pantera thought grimly. That is, assuming they got to her before the others did, the other meaning Aizen Sousuke's henchmen. They had to. There was reason they had been chosen over the combined team of the Kido Corps and the Stealth Corps to complete this mission. They were the best. Plain and simple.

They made an odd team to say the least. A panther, vampire, nephilim, hellhound, poltergeist, amazon and wicca. But they were unbeatable and that's all that mattered. Pantera and the other's were already gaining ground with the higher ups, being the youngest members from Soul Society to be named unbeatable. Their captains were quite proud of their success and that's what mattered the most, after the mission of course.

'And I am not about to ruin our score now.'

"Alright. This is it guys. No turnin' back, it's the homestretch. No more talkin' till we get the girl." Their pieces were scrambling now for some reason but that didn't matter to Pantera, they'd still win this round. They weren't unbeatable for shits and giggles and he'd make sure they knew that.

Pantera stopped his walking and took a deep breath to further his sense. It was like stepping into another world. He chuckled when he thought about how amazed humans would be if they had this power. Everything came ot him in a new light. Infrared. He saw body head. He could smell. Way better than a human who barely had a sense of a smell. He could smell a cookie cake being baked half way across the mall without even straining a nostril. As a panther, Pantera could sense things. The ultra sensitive hairs on his body alerting him to everything he touched. It was like living in a body suit of hay. Even in human form he could feel things ten times better than a real human, especially in the darkness, the air pressure was his guide then.

His hearing was better. He could hear things in high octaves and low octaves. He could hear a baby's whine from two stories up. He could pin point any person just by the sound they made, even in a crowd. And his sight, well his sight was that of a feline and he loved it, his eyes slitting behind his shades as he looked around. The muscles in his body, all five hundred of them, were prickling with excitement for the hunt and he couldn't wait till he found his target. And now, here in the mall, his senses were flaring out and his reiatsu was spiking along with it as he focused them all on finding their target. His nose, barely lifted in the air, caught whiff of a familiar smell, one that was similar to the one on the shirts he'd gotten from the twins' room before they'd come to the mall. Just then, the earpiece in his ear came back to life and he uttered a sigh when Gamuza's voice came over the receiver.

"Pantera I found them. Candy World on the third floor. The strangers that Fornicaras told us about are here too." Gamuza spoke into the piece as she stood in front of the shop window, her eyes catching sight of their targets talking to the strangers, through the mannequins in the window. Pantera let out his second curse of the day.

They found them first.

"Tiburon, bring the car to the south side. Gamuza don't do anything until me and Fornicaras get there. Los and Santa meet us upstairs but conceal yourselves." Pantera was having none of it. He was ready to fight for his targets, even if he had to die. There was an escalator a ways to his right, he knew, but he couldn't afford to waist time. So he did the next best thing and dropped the map in his hand. Readying himself into a crouch, all of his muscles bunched. He jumped. He went straight up, completely ignoring the shouts and shocked gasps from the civilians below, his eyes were on the prize and it wasn't them.

When his hands touched the railing he swung his body over it, nice and neat, he landed on his feet, just like a feline. He strode up to Gamuza and Fornicaras, careful to keep out of the eye of their enemies, in case they happened to be watching their surroundings.

"How is it?" He asked as he stepped from foot to foot in a show of impatience.

"There's only three like Tiburon mentioned." Gamuza said. She had a pixie face, big hazel eyes and long green hair that rivaled that of her younger brothers.

"That's what worries me most." Fornicaras murmured, his finger to his thin lips. Fornicaras had a slender face, shoulder length pink hair and butterscotch colored eyes.

"Yeah. Only sending three does sound a little too arrogant and undermining." Pantera grumbled as he watched through the window.

Gamuza shrugged,"Maybe they're like us back home. The best.", Gamuza had a point but at that moment, the point wasn't all that relevant. He pressed himself to the glass of the shop and peeked inside the store, his eyes catching on something black, which he recognizes as clothes. Black, all black outfits cover two of the men. Vampires. Thugs to be exact. The other guy inside Pantera couldn't see, only his shaggy black was noticeable through the table of Christmas things and ornaments.

Then there were the boys. Ichigo and Shiro, the boys that everyone had a thing for right now. They were carbon copies of each other. Where one had bright, orange hair, the other hand pale, white hair like the snow. The one with white hair looked to be the oldest and taller of the two, towering a little over the one with orange hair. He had golden eyes, a scary ass smirk and a build that looked like he spent most of his days beating people into the ground. The orange head on the other hand looked innocent, his build small and thin. He had big chocolate brown eyes, a frown on his face that was quickly turning into sneer at whatever the people in front of them were saying. He wrapped an arm around his brothers waist and made to pull the other way but were stopped by the vampire thugs.

Pantera, Gamuza and Fornicaras both made to step into the shop but stopped when the brothers didn't make another move, their faces changing at the same time. The white haired male's stance changed and he pulled away from his smaller twin. Suddenly to two thugs were flying backwards and that was their que to bust in on the party.

"Tiburon, stand by. Things are heating up." Pantera spoke into the piece in his shirt, the other listening in through their own. Then he followed Gamuza and Fornicaras into the shop, heading straight for the small group. They looked up, like they were on high alert and Grimmjow readied himself to leap to help the two boys, but it never happened. Before he even retracted all his muscles for the jump Grimmjow was frozen in place when the last male turned around.

Aizen. How had they not recognized him?

The time seemed to slow down for Pantera. He saw the face, he knew the face, he studied the face over and over again through his years of study. The traitor of Soul Society. He didn't look older than Los Lobos, who was the oldest of their group, even though they didn't age, they still counted. He had a nice, angular face, molded like a statue. He was tall, not taller than Pantera, and definately not Santa Teresa but tall enough to reach above the stores racks. He had long, curly brown hair, one strand falling right in between his eyes, in disarray with the rest of his hair.

And his eyes weren't brown anymore.

They were obsidian.

Completely opaque.

They were shining with mirth. Black on silver sclera. They revealed nothing and no one would get anything out of him. The light bounced back off them, even if you looked into them, only light was reflected. He didn't need his reiatsu to sense the darkness of his, he knew if Los Lobos was here he'd be able to see all black, tinged with a bit of red. Those were the eyes of a monster, long since turned. Aizen Sousuke was no longer a Shinigami. He was something else and everyone of Pantera's muscles seized up in fear. His eyes shifted and he tried to call out to his team mates but it was too late. Aizen's eyes flickered over to the them and Pantera felt the power explode from him.

Fornicaras and Gamuza went sailing through the air, like his thugs had just a moment ago, crashing right into the glass wall behind the check out counter, candy raining down on them in a shower. Aizen hadn't even moved, he had used his mind, it was as instinctual as a person swatting a fly from their face.

'Fornicaras! Gamuza!' Pantera wanted to yell as they slid down to floor, out cold. The cashier who had been standing their screamed bloody murder and went dashing out of the store or the back door, along with the customers and their children. Pantera dropped to ground, inching back out of the store, in completely panther mode. He watched the humans run out in a stream around him before he pressed himself against the glass window of the shop, his heart hammering.

Aizen himself was here.

He wasn't a Shinigami anymore.

He was a Demi-Demon.