Long fic is long
So as it's long I have split it up. Because just the first part is 7 pages. So here is my belated GrimmIchi day offering - Ichigo the Vampire Slayer. A one shot based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer - obviously.
Ichigo the Vampire Slayer
By Tokyo Majin
Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ichigo Kurosaki - Vampire Slayer. The end of the world is the least of his problems when the vampire Grimmjow Jaegerjaques shows up in Karakura town again.
Rated M for language, smut, end of the world clichés and violence.
“In every generation there is a chosen - OW!”
Ichigo folded his arms across his chest glaring at the idiot he was being forced to spend the evening with and narrowed his eyes.
“Can you stop with the freaking monologue already? I know all of that stuff already so shut up! Why did you even have to come with me? I’m perfectly capable of going on patrol on my own,” Ichigo shouted, tugging at his hair in frustration as Urahara bent down to pick up his striped hat that had been knocked off his head by the teen’s attack.
“Why Kurosaki-kun, you are in a bad mood tonight. I’m your watcher, it’s only right that I come out on patrol with you. You have been dead for two weeks after all, there was a possibility you would have lost all your fighting ability and memory of being a slayer and would be ruthlessly killed by a hoard of blood thirsty vampires,” Urahara told him, grinning behind his fan as Ichigo narrowed his eyes.
“I’m fine. I’ve been alive and kicking for over three weeks now and I’m fine. I’ve been slaying vampires for three years and I’ve been fine.” Ichigo told him, pointing his stake at the other man who raised an eyebrow in response.
“Oh my god, you die once and everyone thinks you’re incapable,” Ichigo muttered, kicking a rock on the ground angrily and scanning the empty graveyard. The lines and lines of silent stones stared back at him and he felt a shiver pass down his spine, the eerie stillness of the night pressing in around him. A short time ago he’d been one of these. A name and date on a stone with a few words summing up his short eighteen years of life. He tugged the scarf around his neck tighter against the biting cold and frowned, listening carefully as a strange scuffling sound broke the silence.
“Looks like we’ve got a vampire,” Ichigo grinned, turning in the direction of the noise. Urahara smiled and followed behind the teen.
“It isn’t like that at all Kurosaki-kun,” Urahara explained walking behind the grumpy teen at a slightly slower pace, “I’m simply along to make sure that nothing-,” Urahara paused, watching as Ichigo fell face first into the open grave before him, “like that happens,” he finished, grinning behind his fan as Ichigo leapt out of the grave, brushing himself down.
“You could have warned me!” He shouted angrily his face red from embarrassment as he desperately tried to rub the dirt off his face but only succeeding in smearing it further across his cheek. “Tch, as if I haven’t had enough of grave dirt,” Ichigo growled, shuddering as he turned to continue his search for the elusive vampire.
“In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.” Urahara announced dramatically, flipping his fan closed on the last word as Ichigo spun around to face him.
“I swear to god-,” Ichigo started before a timid voice cut through the argument.
“Excuse me…”
Ichigo blinked, staring at the small, brown haired girl who was crouched behind a grave behind Urahara, her eyes wide and timid.
“I couldn’t help but hear your conversation and I was wondering, are you looking for me?” She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ichigo asked eyeing her fangs warily as the girl emerged from behind the grave stone.
“Well I woke up here and I’m really confused as to what’s going on, and then I heard you talk about this slayer…is that me? Is that what I am?” She asked her voice and face visibly brightening at the idea.
“No, you’ve got it wrong. He’s the slayer,” Urahara told her, pointing behind him in Ichigo’s direction.
“But you just said the slayer was a girl,” She pointed out, her head tilting to the side as she examined Ichigo carefully with narrowed eyes.
“Tch, I’m the exception that proves the rule,” Ichigo muttered, scowling at the topic that was being brought up.
“It’s quite an interesting story really,” Urahara declared, leaning down so he closer to the young girls eye level. A rock bounced of his head and Urahara sighed, standing up and pouting at the teen who had thrown the rock. “You really are in a terrible mood today Kurosaki-kun, you usually love me telling that story,”
Ichigo flipped him off before turning his gaze to the wide eyed girl.
“So I’m confused, why am I here?” She wailed, stamping her foot on the ground. Ichigo sighed and jumping into the grave he had fallen into before and picking his stake up from where it had dropped when he fell. He climbed out of the grave and pointed it at the girl.
“You’re the bad guy,” he told her before running forward and slamming the stake into her chest. “Sorry,” He muttered, her shocked face slowly crumbling and turning to ash before being whisked away on the gentle breeze.
Ichigo sighed and stretched his arms above his head before he glanced at his watch.
“Let’s call it a night, we’ve been wandering about all night and only seen one vampire that, to be honest, was unimpressive.” Ichigo announced to the dark graveyard. “It’s been pretty quiet recently. Are you sure there’s an apocalypse on the way? Usually when some big bad is trying to destroy the world Karakura is crawling with demons and vampires but this time it’s like they just don’t care. Are you sure this demon was going to destroy the world and not just like….mess it up a little?” Ichigo asked glancing at Urahara whose face was unusually serious.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing. It’s too quiet. I can only assume this has something to do with Aizen….but my contacts have been unusually…quiet lately. It seems that no-one wants to be caught leaking information about him.” Urahara sighed, “He might be stopping them from moving…” Urahara mused to himself, overtaking the stretching Ichigo.
“That or you’re just too slow, slayer,” drawled an all too familiar voice behind Ichigo. A voice that Ichigo hadn’t heard for two years and that he had been sure he would never hear again. He bit his lip unable to stop the involuntary thrill that passed through him. The last time he had heard that voice the situation had been considerably….steamy.
Ichigo spun round, tightening his grip on the stake in his hand and felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in the blue haired vampire before him.
“Grimmjow,” He growled as the smirk on the man’s face spread even wider.
“So it is you, Ichi,” He laughed, letting the teen’s name play across his lips slowly. “I’d heard you were dead.” Grimmjow told him, sitting lightly down on a gravestone, his blue eyes never leaving the tense figure of the teen.
“I heard you’d been caught by Renji and the military boys,” Ichigo snapped back, narrowing his eyes, “So you better explain quickly and swear to me you haven’t hurt them,”
Grimmjow crossed his arms across his chest, his black leather jacket creaking as he did so. His face twisted into a sneer and he glanced away from the angry teenager.
“Yeah, some bastard vampire kids sold me out to the military to save their own asses,” He growled, “They were the first to go when I got out,” He smirked and Ichigo shifted his weight from foot to foot, preparing himself for a fight. Grimmjow was too dangerous to let wander the streets, Ichigo knew, and he knew that his arrival must have something to do with Aizen. Why else would he come back here? Ichigo wondered ignoring the fleeting part of him that hoped it was to see him again.
“Why are you back here? Why did they let you out? If you’ve hurt any of them Grimmjow I swear to god that this time I’ll kill you,” Ichigo hissed, taking a step towards the smirking vampire.
“You’re asking too many questions.” Grimmjow growled finally looking back up at the teen. “Those bastards at the military let me go because I’m not a threat anymore. They put this fucking chip thing in my head and now I can’t do shit all to a human. I put a single scratch on one and I get a billion volts shooting through my head. Get it. Your friends ruined my fucking life and I couldn’t even beat the crap out of them for doing it. So I’ve been kicking the ass of any fucking creature that comes my way. Seems the little chip is good enough to let me kick vampire ass and I’m doing a damn better job at it than you. Wanna know why vamp activity is quiet around here? I’ve been killing ‘em.” Grimmjow told him smugly, watching Ichigo struggle to take in the information.
“You expect me to believe that?” He spat but Urahara’s hand on his arm stopped his rant.
“Intriguing,” the man muttered, watching Grimmjow carefully underneath the rim of his hat. “It seems the military have expanded on the ideas created by the watchers. We never had enough funding or technology to run any trials but I’m pleased to see those papers I passed on to the military were used,”
“This was your idea?” Grimmjow growled jumping to his feet and pointing at Urahara. “You fucking bastard,”
“Calm down Grimmjow-san. Is it worth the pain that will be caused from hurting me? I only came up with the idea; the military are the one’s who picked you as a test subject.” Urahara grinned, flipping his fan open. “Now you’ll understand why Kurosaki-kun is a little disbelieving but I am a little curious as to why you have returned here of all places.”
“I would have thought it was obvious. Last I heard there was an apocalypse on the way,” Grimmjow muttered before he cracked his knuckles. “Besides I’ve got a bone to pick with that fucker Aizen,”
“You know him?” Ichigo asked, still eyeing Grimmjow warily.
“I know him. That bastard is the one who tricked me into being caught by the military,” Grimmjow told them, his eyes glinting dangerously in the silvery light of the moon.
“Why would he do that?” Ichigo asked, glancing at Urahara who shrugged.
“Removing possible enemies I would assume, maybe he assumed you would be a threat to his power. He probably thought the military would just dispose of the vampire that the slayer had failed to kill so many times,” Urahara smirked, not missing the flush on Ichigo’s cheeks at the reminder.
Ichigo ran his hand through his hair before shrugging.
“I’m going to take your word for it that you aren’t a threat. If you’re killing vampire’s then that’s fine. But if you kill a human I’ll destroy you,” Ichigo told him sternly, turning his back on the vampire and walking quickly towards the black metal gates of the graveyard, his mind in turmoil.
Urahara paused, looking back over his shoulder at the blue haired vampire who was watching the retreating figure of the orange haired teen with narrowed eyes, as if he was trying to unravel some mystery about him.
“I’d heard that someone had killed Ulquiorra,” Urahara stated quietly. Grimmjow’s eyes never left the teen as he grunted in answer to the statement. “I haven’t told Ichigo,” Urahara told him despite the lack of interest that Grimmjow’s relaxed stance showed. “He gave his life to seal that demon away, if he found out his arch-rival had killed him I doubt he would be happy.” Urahara turned to face the silent vampire, a smile on his face. “I’m curious Grimmjow-san. You couldn’t have known Kurosaki was alive when you killed Ulquiorra. You did it to avenge him? I’m not expecting an answer from you. I’m sure you have your reasons.” Urahara smirked and Grimmjow’s piercing blue eyes snapped to the watcher.
“The only person who will kill the slayer is me, you got that. I was pissed he’d taken my prey away from me, that’s all watcher,” Grimmjow told him, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Of course,” Urahara smiled behind his fan. “Well Grimmjow-san, you know where to find us when you decide to help us in the fight against Aizen,” The blonde man announced cheerily wandering through the empty graveyard after his irritated slayer. Grimmjow huffed angrily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. That damn watcher had seen right through him. He growled and kicked the gravestone he had been sitting on previously before stomping away; off to the mausoleum he called home whenever he was in Karakura.
Two years earlier
Grimmjow smirked, his fangs glinting in the dim light that shone through the open door of the tomb. A fist flew towards him but he dodged it easily. He could smell the teen, a sweet metallic smell of blood and life. Each movement of the teen’s body caused the scent to wash over Grimmjow and he could feel his blood lust rising. He wanted to crush the teen and feel him, helpless as Grimmjow drained the fire from his eyes and the blood from his veins. The orange haired teen got a hit in, sending him backwards across the room. In the dim light his eyes were hidden by shadow but Grimmjow could feel them burning. He was fighting against the slayer, the boy who had plagued his thoughts and dreams since his arrival in the town a year ago. The boy who, try as he might, he couldn’t kill or stop thinking about. Who made his long still heart pound and clouded his mind. But this time Grimmjow had Ichigo right where he wanted him. He would end him and the awkward feelings that plagued him.
The teen was right in front of him and Grimmjow rolled to the side, barely dodging the stake that was aimed at his heart. There wasn’t any risk, both of them knew that he would have dodged it but he couldn’t help giving a whistle as he jumped to his feet.
“That was close, Ichi,” He grinned, winding the teen up. “If you aren’t careful I’ll start thinking your actually trying to kill me,”
Ichigo huffed angrily, pushing his hair from his face and shifting his stake to the other side. A vicious smile broke out on his face and Grimmjow laughed.
“That’s a good face slayer,” He grinned as Ichigo dodged the punch aimed at his face, “But it’s going to take more than that to finish me off,” Grimmjow growled, slamming his fist into Ichigo’s stomach. He flew backwards, skidding across the top of a closed tomb.
“Urgh,” He groaned, feeling pain lace down his back. He struggled to sit up and climb off the tomb but Grimmjow was already on top of him, pinning his arms and legs to the hard, cold stone below him.
“Too slow,” Grimmjow crowed triumphantly, using his weight to hold the slayer down. He could hear Ichigo’s heart pounding and he looked down into those brown eyes that were still blazing with defiance as the teen struggled below him.
Grimmjow smirked, bending his head down to the teen’s neck, his fangs growing. He’d finally got the slayer right were he wanted him. He felt Ichigo freeze beneath him as he realised the situation he was in. He could feel fear for the first time, but on top of that he was turned on. He couldn’t deny his attraction to Grimmjow and with his body pressed tightly against the solid chest of the vampire even the fear that was pulsating through his veins couldn’t stop the feeling of arousal at the intimate situation. Ichigo couldn’t believe that he was actually going to die. He’d never thought about his death but at no point had he ever thought it would be at the hands of his blue haired crush. Nemesis or not.
Grimmjow’s mouth hovered above the teen’s pulse as Ichigo began to struggle against him again, their bodies rubbing together deliciously. Grimmjow’s fang grazed Ichigo’s skin and Ichigo let out an involuntary moan. Both Grimmjow and Ichigo froze, pressed tightly together and Grimmjow closed his eyes. The blood lust he’d been desperately fuelling before was fading away, being replaced slowly by his sexual desire.
“Ichi,” He growled, his voice raw with need and he felt Ichigo shift, pressing his body up against Grimmjow’s. Grimmjow pressed his face closer into Ichigo’s neck, not biting but pressing hard, desperate kisses into the teen’s neck. He could feel Ichigo’s pulse pounding against his lips and he groaned, releasing one of the teen’s arms allowing Ichigo’s fingers to tangle into his blue hair. He felt the desperate tugging on his hair and pulled his head back, staring at the teen below him.
Hadn’t this been what he wanted all along? Ichigo flushed and panting below him. Hadn’t his blood lust just been misplaced sexual desire? He stared into Ichigo’s eyes, seeing the life sparkle in them and suddenly pulled away, pushing himself of the teen despite the half hard erection in his pants. What the fuck was he doing? This was the slayer, his enemy. He was a vampire.
“Grimm…” Ichigo murmured sitting up, his face flushed and eye’s dazed. Grimmjow turned his back on the sight, walking towards the door of the tomb.
“Next time I see you I’ll kill you, slayer,” Grimmjow growled, his voice cold and hard. Ichigo blinked, staring at the empty door the vampire had just vanished out of. He flopped back onto the cold stone of the tomb before wincing as his head hit to solid stone harder than he intended it to. The cold feeling of the stone seeped through his clothes adding to the cold feeling that was sweeping his body. The sting of rejection hurt more than any of his wounds and he closed his eyes.
“What the fuck…” he murmured, opening his eyes to stare at the dark ceiling above him as he lay on top of the coffin. “Grimmjow,” he muttered, his nails biting into his skin as he clenched his hand into a fist.
I SAID it was long. Part two is up soon. It will probably be three parts as the 2nd half is looking as long as this. Damn relationship development. Anyway let me know what you think.
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