Oranges and Blueberries

Chapter One

Plunged into Humanity

"Justice my ass!"

Grimmjow was searching desperately for a pitiful lunch in a green garbage disposal with only one arm. With his misfortune, one arm couldn't help him that much when digging through mushes yet also sharp garbage for food. His adventure going through the trash was in vain. Knowing he can't find anything edible for his growling stomach, he cussed in a raging tantrum while tossing black bags to the side and kick what ever was in his way.

"That blind bastard can take his 'Slaughter for Justice' crap up his high ass!" Grimmjow yelled his frustration only to hear it echo inside the dirty garbage disposal.

"Thanks to him, I'm a worthless Arrancar- no wait- a human! Dammit!" The ex-Arrancar had cut himself with a split soda can.

Knowing his efforts were hopeless, Grimmjow gave up with now a bleeding hand to care about instead a hollow stomach. Sitting against the garbage disposal's corner, he calmly cussed in mumbles while ripping his ragged clothes a bit. The shred was held by his tight teeth while his left hand grabbed the end and quickly wrapped the shred around.

The rumbling of his empty stomach pissed him off. Hunger and pain were a weakness, a human's weakness. Clenching and opening his hand repeatedly, Jaggerjack couldn't believe he was bleeding human's blood. The shred was quickly soaked with it in seconds. And then he moved his hand to lift his shirt, and Grimmjow did not saw the symbol that made him a Hollow. The empty hole where his stomach is located was full of flesh, guts, and blood instead of the hollowness. Grimmjow was disgusted at himself. He possessed a weak human body with only one arm. A human body that exposed him to elements of starvation and handicap.

"This is fuckin' bullshit!"

"I should of cut his arms, I would of get a kick to see that blind Tosen to use his mouth to find food in this dump. Bastard ranting to Aizen how I'm a useless Espada, a burden in Hueco Mundo!" Grimmjow snorted while remembering what Tosen had said.

What happened to Grimmjow Jaggerjack was an unorthodox to ever happen to him that he still couldn't believe it now. The high ranked sixth place Espada was forced to transformed into a scavenger human.

"It was enough to punish me by cutting off my arm but to take make me a... human is torture." The ex-Arrancar mumbled miserably.

Tosen cut off Grimmjow's arm as small punishment because he lead a small group of Espada's that were murdered by shinigami's under his lead. "Slaughter is justice." Tosen proclaiming that destroying Jaggerjack's arm was justice to the lost lives of the Espada's.

"But no! After that, rank-crack Espada's thought they can take my sixth rank."

When the rumours reveal to be true that Grimmjow had his arm cut off, Espada's came out from the darkest corners and challenge the 6th rank Espada, thinking he was weak. Each day dragged along with growls and fights exchanged.

"Yet it wasn't enough to that fucker that I was struggling to keep my freakin' rank."

Tosen convinced Gin and Aizen to do the unbelievable. Tosen explained that a handicapped Espada that possessed the sixth rank in Aizen's army is unnecessary. A fool that lead a group of good soldiers to their death was a moron of war strategies. His rank attracted fights that could lead to trouble in Hueco Mundo.

Aizen made the final judgement. Grimmjow was stripped of his rank. Turned into a despicable race. Finally exile to the living world. Yes, that was surely a punishment to any Arrancar in Hueco Mundo.

"Now I'm a pathetic human living off on trash." he bitterly said.

"Like I said I'm living off on trash to survive each day. When I'm fuckin' tired, I'll find myself sleeping in a cardboard box.

Somehow survival of the fittest does play a role here in the living world; if you don't claim the cleanest cardboard box and the half eaten sandwich then the hobo next to you will.
And the thugs, thinking their fuckin' tough!" thought Grimmjow about what lately happens in his now human life.

Alley thugs have a hobby to beat the shit out of poor people. Poor people of course are easy targets to victimize. However, thugs find Grimmjow amusing. He fought back even two nights ago.
The fights were usually thugs ganging against one person with several bats. When they intruded on Grimmjow with a surprise whack on the back, it made him furious. There were nights he had kicked all their asses and came out with a sinister smirk and a bat on one hand. Yet other nights consisted of thugs having pen up frustration that released on a cornered Jaggerjack. They delivered overwhelming punches and kicks. Bruises and scabs are found on Grimmjow's body. Those times pain was new. It illuminated brightly.

Thinking about his situation in a garbage disposal for a long time was suddenly nauseating him. He opened the lid and then he felt rain pouring on him. He looked up and opened his mouth for droplets to drink.
It felt good to be cleansed by the pouring rain after venturing into the garbage disposal for a long time.

Suddenly Grimmjow heard something munching on food! He quickly turned his head where the sound was coming from. Further away from the garbage disposal was a mutt eating a leftover turkey leg laid on crumbled newspaper.

"Holy shit, that's mine!" Grimmjow exclaimed.

He jumped right out of the disposal and ran crazily at the dog's meal.

The black and brown, skinny mutt noticed immediately. The dog snatched the half-eaten turkey leg swiftly and ran away as quickly as it could. Grimmjow then sprinted after it wildly.

The dog lead him to the middle of the street. Grimmjow did not pay attention to the loud bustling of the cars and honks from it. However one car was coming very fast at him.

"Fuck!"

The now human Grimmjow Jaggerjack did not want his precious life to end by a speeding car running over him when he is busy chasing a mutt for a leftover leg! If he was going to die, he wanted to die by the freakin' sword not road kill!

Dammit he wanted that turkey leg!

After jumping on the car and off quickly, the supposed useless body of his had actually produced tremendous speed to chase after the mutt. The dog leaded him to the end of the street and into a dead-end alley.

"Give me that leg, bitch!" Grimmjow snarled furiously.

The dog cowardly backed away against the brick wall with the turkey leg tightly in its mouth while growling at the hungry Grimmjow who was eyeing the scrap hungrily.

Grimmjow lunged towards the dog viciously. The mutt barked and then yelped weakly when Grimmjow gripped his hand on its neck and squeezed it slowly.

The starving human, who was so determined to get the puny scrap that meant survival for him, seemed to vanish from his priorities to live. Struggling against the dog with only one hand re-newed his lost pleasure of inflicting pain during a torture point. The cruel action on the poor dog gave him the feeling he use to get when he hurt his enemies. Dominance and sick pleasure.

It was like a rare aphrodisiac he barely got as a human until now.

What stopped him from killing the mutt was a small sound of puppies barking and whimpering at him. Grimmjow stopped his hand from strangling the dog but kept a firm grip. He turned his head and saw three puppies barking at him, one whimpering and two others licking the leftover leg.

"Stupid mutt has babies. Just great." Grimmjow muttered bitterly.

I did not find any freakin' meal what so ever, not even in the trash. Being almost road killed and taking pity on a stupid dog's pups will not help me survive in the Living World. I'm a dead Arrancar; I'm going to end up in Soul Society if I keep up with this shit.

Grimmjow was pondering over this matter while entering Karakura's Downtown. Unlike him, street dwellers had their colourful umbrellas protecting them from the hard pouring rain while enjoying themselves.

I hate seeing humans this happy. It makes me want to rip out their mouth with my bare hands.

The Karakura Downtown had selfish, self-certain, inconsiderate humans in Grimmjow's point of view. Their noise was their constant chatter with their companions, and cell phones glued to their ears like any regular Japanese snob. The happiness in the downtown was just plain hollow he can see through because they were all bad characters just like him, that's why he could recognize them.

"Look at him! Oh my Kami, how does a homeless dude afford to dye his hair blue? Prostituting himself?"Grimmjow heard the whisper clearly from the school girl who was eying him.

"Shut up Sakuya, he's looking in our direction." The friends chatted closely to each other, giggling while glancing at the irritated human Grimmjow.

Stupidity is not a disease. It's a common trait for the human race. They're just an annoyance to the world. Soul Society should be kissing our ass when Aizen is getting rid of the most idiotic race that is wasting oxygen!

Grimmjow overheard a conversation with humans talking about global warming, wars in the Middle East, and the major concern of Korea may invade Japan with their nuclear power.

Hmph. Sounds like humans are already doing Aizen's job. They're just killing themselves.

Jaggerjack walked continuously while the rain poured hard against his back. Usually, in downtown, he would settle himself to one corner of a building and waited for any human to give him money. However, today the rain scared off the people.

I'm fuckin' hungry.

Grimmjow Jaggerjack could barely walk any further. Starvation had finally gotten to the once all mighty Arrancar. Now as a human his death seemed to be clear to him.

Apparently, I'm going to die as a dirty pitiful human bastard because I didn't get the turkey leg which I fuckin' regret.

Now I can't get my bloody vengeance against Tosen and the rest in Hueco Mundo. I didn't even have the chance to be face to face to the Ichigo kid.

Fuck, this is the end for me.

Leaning against the light pole, Grimmjow slowly fell to the ground. Slowly losing consciousness, whatever he felt as a human was going away quickly.

In the hard pouring rain that illuminated a gloomy grey picture, he saw a warm light orange shadow cast upon him. It was welcoming in warmth and gentleness when he felt it touching him.

Ever since he was turned human, Grimmjow never had a wonderful experience just darkness and cruel moments.

Is this what anybody sees before they die? A pretty shadow...

Maybe death can be a wonderful experience.

I wasn't planning to have this as my first Bleach story but life takes turns, u-turns, and dead ends that led me to Oranges and Blueberries. I hope you readers enjoy the story. I wanted to say a lot of cool shit but I have no strength whatsoever. Maybe I do...

First, I wanted to turn Grimmjow into an exiled human because I want to see him out of his element or his comfort zone. He is not strong as a Arrancar, but still possess a strong physical strength as a human and mentally still has his fighting spirit which I demonstrate in my writing. However, as a human he experience weaknesses as a human such as starvation and unable to do things because he is now a homeless human. Unlike being an Arrancar, he can't do jack even after he tries.

Note to all readers, this will help so you can foreshadow, what are humans and what do they do as they live? Grimmjow is going to experience whatever a human experience in its life, well not all of it or maybe he will...hmmm

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