Speedy Thing Goes In: Chapter 1

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Kaine sat in a slumped position in her cramped, almost closet like room. In fact she really did thing it was meant to be a closet. The only large possessions she could fit in were her twin sized bed, a desktop right next to it, and a dresser a mere two feet away. With only about four feet of walking space, she did her best to keep the boring place clean.

Her dark, brown eyes stared lazily down at her laptop positioned on her lap. On screen, a 3D avatar ran around and attacked little pig monsters at her command. Kaine occasionally played with a strand of her shoulder length brown hair which lead to bits of oil accumulating on her ivory fingers. As she pressed another key, she sighed as a bit of the oil got on the keys.

'I so don't want to get up…'

Sighing once again, she stood and left her avatar in a town like area.

"Baaaaby." An older female's voice cooed. "I brought you those bars you like. They're in my bag."

Kaine looked briefly to her mother and smiled slightly. After retrieving a piece of a paper towel along with the desired snack, she sat back down on her bed and tapped a button in order to revert the screen from its blank state. Only it wouldn't change.

Confusion filled her mind as she tried again. The small computer was still on apparently, only the screen was black. Kaine raised a rather thick eyebrow at her predicament and began entering her usual key combinations, yet nothing worked.

'Urgh, what the hell? Ctrl, Alt, Del. Esc. Enter. B L E A C H!'

The once dormant computer began to hum violently and Kaine instinctively backed away. She reached over to grab her phone and looked franticly on the keypad for the company phone number. Before she could lift the laptop, the screen blinked a few times and Kaine noticed she couldn't see a thing.

Before the confusion could settle, she realized her eyes were closed and she hastily blinked them open.

Then again.

After the tenth try she still couldn't fully comprehend what she was seeing.

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Grimmjow walked through the halls of one of the many buildings in Los Noches, and he was almost dying of boredom. With nothing to fight- no, nothing worth fighting and nothing to do, the blue haired man even considered leaving the place. The plain white halls were so plain and repetitive, he suddenly had the urge to get a pail of paint and toss it everywhere.

As if out of nowhere, he felt the presence of someone, or rather, something. It didn't have any spiritual pressure that was for sure. Seeing as how it was defiantly going to cure him of his boredom- the Espada set out to see what it was.

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A/N: Short and dull, but I felt like separating these chapters. Some are gonna be at least 10 pages since that's how many I usually write, but it depends on how into it I can get with this.