Summary: After Inoue Orihime's kidnapping incident, Ichigo is not given permission to go into the world of Hueco Mundo. Although this happens, Ichigo plots his move to enter the Hollow world without the Soul society noticing. But what happens when a familiar face enters the scenery? What about the conversations held within the redhead's dreams? Will the truth keep him going or change him forever? Alternate Universe.

Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo

Disclaimer: I own Bleach and its hot characters… in my dreams.


"Outrageous! This… This cannot be!" yelled a silhouette within the darkness.

What… Where—Where am I?

"Unacceptable! There are no facts! Pardon me Aizen-sama,"

Aizen?!

"I cannot help but agree with the others, we cannot take him here! Isn't he supposed to be a threat?!" another pale silhouette protested, slamming his fists onto what seemed like a table in the middle of a group who sat and listened intently at the conversation. All seemed to turn to the person sitting in the middle of the elongated table which the party were particularly using to hold serious meetings.

There was no response. Everyone started chatting about the matter and protesting to the idea that had been relayed not too long ago. Soon, the room was filled with utmost chaos and disarray. There were debates coming from some while others remained still, either uninterested or simply because they had no say about the issue. Then a hand was raised summoning the attention needed from the party. Everyone quieted down, as some took their seats from their standing positions.

"Friends, let us not forget the main point as to why I gathered everyone here—why we talk about him." The composed yet firm voice seemed to echo throughout the room causing invisible waves to move about—waves that possess a force not to be tampered with.

That voice! It's definitely him!

"Can we not find any way to settle this matter in a more sophisticated manner?" There was no doubt that in everyone's minds that, that line only meant for them to shut up.

The man named Aizen shifted, his ears twitched slightly as everyone waited for him to speak.

"It looks like we have a guest." He said watching the door slide a few inches open. Everyone turned to its direction then assembled some of their subordinates to chase after the intruder.

Shit! I've got to get out of here!

Once the room was half empty, Aizen called forth a person, who once sat with the group, to his side. The person waited patiently for words to come out from Aizen's lips, "I want you to do something for me…"


"ICHIGOOOOOOOO!!!" yelled a loud overexcited man as he tackled the young boy sleeping peacefully on his bed. Without opening his eyes, the redhead responded immediately to this with his own counterattack by grabbing the hyper man by the feet and tossing him to the side. Two girls instantly got out boards saying: Father – 0 and Ichigo - 10.

The redhead kept his eyes closed but opened an eye to peek at his attacker. "Oi 'jii-san, 'still alive?"

The older man twitched which signaled his response as the two girls cheered. Ichigo opened his eyes fully to see the two pulling him towards the kitchen, leaving the now-beaten-up man to himself as he whined. The girl with pastel colored hair walked up to the man and started dragging him to the kitchen as well.

"Itadakimasu." Ichigo stated out rather plainly with a bored yet irritated expression, Ichigo had now been dressed in his school uniform (excluding the tie which he thought would be lame on him). The man, who has now fully recovered, gave a thumb's up. "That's my son for 'ya! If only Masaki were here to see us now." He said, now hugging a poster/picture of a redheaded woman as he soaked his face with overreacting tears.

The girl with the boyish outfit called Karin, turned to Ichigo as they ate, "Ichi-nii, isn't the Karakura festival in a month from now?"

Ichigo nodded in response then waited for her to continue, "What is your class doing for the festival?"

Ichigo thought back to the previous events in school where in they announced that the festival was coming up.

"Oi minna listen up! Since the festival's coming faster than ever, the class will be deciding about the activity that will be done this year."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh..." complained the students within the room.

"Settle down everyone! I'll be leaving you with your class president to handle this situation." And with that the teacher exited the room and the president took the floor and watched the bored looks the other students were giving him.

"O-Okay… does anyone have a suggestion?" He asked. The room fell silent. Ichigo wasn't paying much attention to what was being said since all he did was watch the outsides of the windowpane.

"How about a video program?" A student suggested.

"No. We did that last year, remember?"

"A café?" another suggested. The president thought about it but declined, saying that it was too common. Another suggestion came after the other and soon time came to pass, Ichigo felt an all too familiar feeling swirl within him. Then he heard it.

He raised a hand.

"Hai Kurosaki-san?"

Ichigo thought of an excuse within himself and found one, "I need to be in the nurse's clinic, I don't feel well." Ichigo stated wearily, pretending to be sick.

The president nodded and Ichigo immediately got out and ran out the school.

Come to think of it, Ichigo never knew what his class was going to do that day. He came back with his class dismissed and forgot about it entirely since he had other matters to attend to. He looked at Karin then spoke, "I don't really know."

"NANI?!?! My son has been absent minded lately!! Oh Masaki! Where have I gone wrong?" His father asked the picture of Ichigo's mother. That's when Karin snapped and threw her shoe on his face. "Urusai!!"

The other girl who was the youngest of the pack named Yuzu started to panic since their father started to grow a huge bump on his head. While this was in session Ichigo finished eating and rose to his feet, taking his bag from the table and out the door. Not too far from the house, he walked towards the school in peace when suddenly a familiar voice called to him.

"IIIIIIIIIIICHIGO!!!" A student whom apparently Ichigo knows from way back tackled Ichigo's back so hard that it caused the redhead to yell at him.

"KEIGO GET THE HELL OFF ME!" The person named Keigo hopped off of Ichigo's back and brooded in one corner muttering things like: "No sense of humor" and "We used to do that all the time".

Another guy, who was shorter than the two walked at a slower pace and greeted Ichigo a good morning before turning to Keigo and pulling him by his bag. Ichigo couldn't help but laugh to him self, despite his being extraordinary he also lived a very ordinary life. The three chatted as they strode their way towards the school.

Once they entered the school premises and later their own classroom, they saw other people such as Shinji, Tatsuki, and Chizuru talking amongst their selves. As soon as the trio got in the classroom, they greeted each other and talked to pass the time. It wasn't the same for Ichigo though. Inoue is missing, Rukia and the others were called back to soul society, Chad was being trained, and who knows what's happened to Ishida. It wasn't the same for anyone, but what could they do?

Just as the teacher entered and as class started to begin. A student knocked onto the sliding door. Their teacher opened it and came back with a piece of paper in hand. Everyone watched as the teacher started to write a name on the bored and asked for the student to come in.

"Everyone please welcome Aoi Hyō who just transferred here from his father's business trip last week." Everyone watched the student come in. Ichigo's eyes went wide—so wide that it might pop at any second. The new student had cerulean-blue hair and had a sharp yet bored expression on his face though his sapphire orbs only portrayed that he was definitely calm and at the same time very confident. His face neither held a scowl nor a smile, no expression was confirmed. Ichigo wanted to yell—to scream. This man looked exactly like Grimmjow, the sixth espada! Although the weird thing was that, this man held no trace of reiatsu at all! Not even a little.

"Please Aoi-kun, take a seat. Ano… since Inoue-san isn't back please stay there for the time being."

The man named Aoi walked over to his seat and sat down as class continued to go at the same, ordinary pace. Ichigo did not once take his eyes off of the new student and examined his every movement for any signs of him being the arrancar Ichigo thought of him to be. An hour passed after the other, period after period, and to Ichigo's dismay there was not a sign of any suspicious behavior from the cerulean-haired newcomer. But everyone has their limits, don't they? Surely Ichigo was tired from doing this all day…

"Nothing! None! No trace at all!! Can arrancar seal up their reiatsu as well—?!"

Ichigo's thoughts were interrupted by an irritated glare coming from the person in the center of Ichigo's thoughts. His eyes were like piercing daggers that can stun you on the spot. He probably noticed Ichigo's glances every five minutes. I mean, who wouldn't notice that?

"Oi,"

"Shimata!"


A/N: Yay!! My first try at yaoi/shounen-ai fics!!XD

Although it's my fist try, it doesn't mean it is my first pair. lol. The chapter's quite short actually, it's meant to be like that so as not to reveal too much, but I assure you if I have time I will make the pages extra long. It's been so long since my last update/fic, probably since I was off to school to pull my grades up. Anyway, enough of my random rantings... I'll support this fic till the end, I promise!

Please leave a review, 'kay??X3