Authoress note~!

Omfg I'm finally starting this fic! I read Pleasing The King of Hell by Tiana Misoro (u rule girl! XD) And asked her if I could do a fic based off of it! She said yup, so here's what my evil mind came up with~ I gurantee you'll love it~!

Chapter 1: A Fallen and a Werecat

A teal haired figure walked the dark streets of Karakura Town. He looked down the dim streets and sniffed the air, only to cough. Damn mortal realm! He thought. He stomped the ground and huffed, his breath coming out in a small puff of air. I knew this was a bad idea...

"Ya don't sound so good there." He turned around quickly to see a figure leaning against a streetlight, one foot braced against it. He was wearing a long black trench coat, dark blue jeans and black cowboy boots. He had a hood over his head, hiding his face. Smoke rose from the hood and he put a gloved hand to his face, pulling out a cigarette. "Ya shouldn't be out here by yourself, ya know."

"Says who?"

"Says Shiro." The figure replied. The teal haired man walked up to the mysterious being and was slightly surprised when a cigarette was handed to him. He watched as the figure lit it and handed it to him. "Want it?" He nodded and tookthe cigarette, the smell of nicotine filling his nose and causing him to cough more. But it wasn't the cigarette smell that was driving him nuts; it was this mrotal's scent. He couldn't pick it up...or even tell if he had one. "So...do I get a name?"

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He relied, sticking the cigarette in his mouth.

"Jeagerjaques...hmmm...That name sounds familiar to me..." Grimmjow turned to see the figure looking at him through thick black sunglasses, a sly smirk on his face.

Odd...

"Aha! Lieutenent of the demon army of Hell?" He snapped his fingers. Grimmjow instantly lept backwards. His teeth had grown longer, resembling canines, a blue tail swished from side to side, long blue cat ears now replacing his human ones.

"How the fuck did you know?" He hissed.

"You just confirmed my suspisions." Shiro said, ignoring Grimmjow's question. "Ya can't do that here, since just about everyone studies that stuff."

"Who are you?" He hissed again. Shiro sighed and pushed himself off the lightpost. He took off his gloves, revealing white hands tipped with black fingernails. He slowly removed his hood and sunglasses. His hair was snowy white, matching his hands and now visable face. When he opened his eyes, they were a pulsing gold color, surrounded by a sea of black, the same black as the Styx that surrounded the palace of Hell. He then bowed his head, causing Grimmjow to stare at him confusedly. Suddenly, the area around them seem to grow slightly darker, the shadows seemed to pool onto the ground, even his own. They seemed to slink up the albino's body, forming behind his back. He looked up, his eyes now swirling red and orange, along with the gold. When the shadows finished forming, two, pure black wings spread out behind him.

"I'm an angel."

Grimmjow instantly lunged at Shiro, fully prepared for a fight. He was stopped by a cold white blade pointing at his throat. "Tsk tsk Grimmy. I never said I was gonna attack you." Shiro said, his voice seeming to drip with power and humor.

"Don't fucking call me that!" Grimmjow snarled. "Besides, we all know that angels kill demons."

"Well, this one is netural, since he's a Fallen." Shiro removed his blade from Grimmjow's neck and forced it to vanish. Grimmjow rubbed his neck.

"F-Fallen?"

"Ya know, kicked out, fired, booted outta the nest, sent for eternal pu-"

"Yeah, I know all that!" Grimmjow snapped. "It's just I've never seen a Fallen with..." 'With such power' was what he wanted to say. It was true too. When most angels were banished from Heaven, they were stripped of almost most, or all their powers. Shiro seemed to have pleanty, if not all. "...with such dark black wings. Not to mention such calm." That was also true. Out of all the Angels Grimmjow had ever seen, he had never seen a black winged angel before. Now that he got a better look at them, black was the wrong word to use. They were darker than black...hell, even darker than space black! They had their own, mystic quality to them. Shiro just nodded.

"Yeah, well I've been here for a few months...4 I think." He replied. Grimmjow shook his head and ran a hand through his teal hair, reverting back to his human form.

Man...if this isn't awkward or what? He thought.

"So...why are ya here?" He turned around and locked eyes with the snowy angel. A big mistake.

The world blurred away and when he blinked his eyes, hefound himself in a familiar place; the Palace in Hell. Not that hard to guess, with it's dark corridors lit dimly by glowing, green and blue fires. Awkward, distorted obsidian statues held the torches, a small fountain at the end of the hallway Grimmjow was in, its spouts foaming black water from the Styx. There were three figures in the hallway, one of them Grimmjow instantly recognized as himself. The second and third were too blurry. One was cradling the other as they were both on the ground, one screaming in agony and anguish. The third was being held limply, something sticking out of the blurry shapes back. A dagger...Grimmjow deduced.

"...jow!" Grimmjow could hear Shiro's voice calling to him, but it sounded far away compared to the pain filled wailing of the second figure. "Grimmjow!" Grimmjow watched as the scene faded away, the screams still feeling his ears.

"Hey! Hello?" Grimmjow's vision cleared up to see worried golden eyes staring back at him. "You ok?" He asked.

"Y-yeah..." Grimmjow rubbed his forehead, slowly sitting up. He had just seen a death. That's natural when you gaze into the eyes of an Angel for too the death was supposed to be of someone close to you, be it a lover, a close friend or a brother. It unerved Grimmjow, since he had no one of that value. So then who...

"So..you gonna answer me this time instead of passing out?" Shiro snickered as Grimmjow scowled at him, pushing him away.

"Will you promise not to get in my way?" Grimmjow asked. He was unsure as to why he decided to tell this angel, but he made it obvious that he wasn't going to attack him.

"Just as long as you don't mind me tagging along for the ride." Shiro smirked. Grimmjow rolled his teal eyes and sighed.

Wonder if I'll regreat this later on...he wondered. "I am searching for the Prince, and rightful heir to the throne of Hell."

Chapter 1 end

Ok! I hope y'all, especially Tiana Misoro, enjoyed this first chappie! Just an fyi, this story is gonna be a little more about Shiro. And Ichi pops up next chappie, so be patient, ok? XD