Feral Possession

Come be lonely with me

  Closing the door behind me, I turned the locks before flipping through the mail. Half of it looked to be spam, a couple of bills, and one was a letter from an address I didn't recognize. Tucking the other envelopes under my arm as I walked up the stairs, I ripped it open. The letter looked like it was made using a typewriter, oddly enough.

  I sighed through my nose when I saw it was from the Soul Society.

  Then I rolled my eyes when I saw they referred to me as 'Pantera's keeper' rather than by my name. Reading through it, it seemed like a summons to become an officiated exorcist. They were offering resources and assistance, but with the wording, it was more like a contract to let them into my business.

  There was even mention of my uncle seeing as he was a former member of the Soul Society. However, that didn't make me want to have anything to do with them. Sure, resources would be nice to better learn how to exorcise demons, but so far, Grimmjow's lessons were doing well enough. Then there were also the books in the office left by Uncle Jordan.

  Folding the letter back up, I tucked it under my arm and grabbed a bill to open as I went into my room.

  "Soul Society wants me to join them." I stated, and Grimmjow's face whipped in my direction.

  "Fuck no."

  "Relax, I didn't say I was going to." Waving him off, he sat up on my bed as I stood beside it. Checking the next bill, I glanced over it. "I know you hate exorcists, but is the Soul Society actually helpful? To humans, I mean. Obviously not helpful to your kind."

  "Maybe." He had a tone, making me look up at him from over the letter. "I mean, they do save you pathetic mortals."

  "Why didn't they save my uncle?"

  "....He didn't tell them about me."

  "Yeah, but why?" My brows furrowed as I looked back at the bill in my hands. "It doesn't make sense why he'd keep not only you being sealed here hidden, but also your name. Why would he leave the house, and you, to me to deal with? I'm not an exorcist, and you're an extremely powerful demon. That sounds like he was trying to set me up to die."

  "Not if he knew how powerful you were."

  "Which wouldn't do me any good not knowing how to use it." I pointed. "Yes, I'm smart, but that'll only get me so far. What was he thinking to do all this?"

  "He might not have been thinking. Fucker was old as dirt."

  "No, Uncle Jordan had to have a reason. I just don't know what it is yet. But that brings me back to what I asked. If the Soul Society is good for humanity, why would Uncle Jordan, as a member, keep you a secret from them? Even Ichigo said that sharing your name keeps them all safer, but he didn't even give them that." Grimmjow groaned as his shoulders slumped, and he rolled his eyes.

  "Fuck the Soul Society, and fuck Kurosaki."

  "Man, I knew you were a hornball, but damn. Don't you think that's a bit much?"

  "Not like that, you ass!" The demon snarled, and I chuckled before he grabbed the front of my shirt. Grimmjow yanked me onto the bed and coiled around me like a snake. "Just shut up about them!"

  "Is someone cranky? Do you need a nap?" I teased, but the demon tightened his hold with his arm around my neck.

  "You're just asking to get killed, Little Rabbit." His fangs were right by my face in a warning, except....he froze when I looked at him.

  "You made me drop my mail." I stated, but he was awfully quiet as his brows knit together. "What?"

  "What?"