*I do not own the song, nor do I own Bleach;. Please excuse my drabble, I feel it was rushed and poorly written.*

The Little Things Give You Away

Linkin Park

Song Fic – Grimmjow Defeats Ichigo

Water grey…

Through the windows, up the stairs.

Eyes flew open. Blue buildings and an artificial sky greeted him, rain pouring. Even through the windows, sideways windows, the water shot out, drowning his inner world. Ichigo looked around desperately, trying to find a way to stop this. Usually, something would happen. Lady Luck was almost always on his side; but now? The fickle mistress must have gotten bored because it seemed that Ichigo Kurosaki, who everyone thought was invincible, was dying.

Chilling rain…

Like an ocean, everywhere.

Rumbles happened all around him, the buildings collapsing as white capped waves crashed through them, eating the rubble hungrily. Zangetsu, the crafty bastard he usually was, was gone, too. Even his Hollow; Ichigo could have sworn if all else failed he would jump in and take over. Ichigo would have regretted it. But the noise deafening silence stretched on, and Ichigo couldn't help but slowly admit defeat. Who was that guy that killed him? Grimmjow…He'd had a grudge against him when truly, he only wanted to understand.

Don't want to reach for me, do you?

I mean nothing to you!

The little things give you away.

Even in the heat of battle, Ichigo would have been compassionate enough to reach for his dying opponent. Reach out, understand their hatred and save them. But this one, this…animal of a person was laughing. Laughing above the waters of the ocean that he had chased him to, only to grab his face sadistically and fire a point blank bala. That alone had sent Ichigo spiraling through the water. A moment later, the cero had blasted a hole through him. W…what? He had nothing else to say, the force knocking the air out of him. Even now, Ichigo could hear the maniac laughter of Grimmjow.

And now there will no mistaking,

The levees are breaking.

Ichigo forced himself to open his eyes and look through the mucky water. God…Grimmjow had spit into the water, hands shoved in his pockets as he panted from the great battle. Sneering, he threw back his head and laughed once more. It was almost enough to make Ichigo attempt to swim up and kick his ass, but as soon as he made any move, there was a snap. An audible snap as his arm moved sluggishly through the water, broken bones grinding against each other. Silent screams in the forms of bubbles made their way to the surface as the Arrancar continued to laugh, like it was the funniest damn thing he had ever seen.

All you've ever wanted,

Was someone to truly look up to you.

Ichigo thought back to their first fight, how Grimmjow had mistaken his blank rage and the attempt to understand as a sort of pity. A pity that meant he thought Grimmjow was worse than him, that Ichigo himself was the best. In no way was that true, and he almost regretted not trying to explain. Even when he fought him with his mask on just moments before, when in eleven seconds he tried so hard to stop him, he wanted to just grab his head and ask why? Why do you fight for him? Why do you let him lead you around like a prized dog on a leash? Of course, war was not that easy, and Ichigo had learned that the hard way many times over.

And six feet, under water,

I…

Do.

Again, his eyes swam back open, only to see how far he had sunk. Why did it take so damn long to die? Ichigo, despite himself, wanted to scoff at himself. He had to be at least six feet under, Grimmjow watching his demise with earnest interest. Was he, too, wondering why he wasn't dead? Ichigo narrowed his eyes. No. The Arrancar was probably relishing in the fact that Ichigo would die, literally looking up to him.

Hope decays…

Generations disappear.

Ichigo could only wonder what his comrades were thinking. Throughout the year and a half that he'd been fighting alongside the Soul Society, the one that had shunned him and then valued him, he'd become some sort of beacon of hope. If they couldn't do it, Ichigo could. You can't find him? Well, the Substitute can! It nearly sickened him, but it in turn made him work harder, to protect not only his family, but a whole generation of souls and people. And now? Would they lose hope because the Sexta had defeated him? Ichigo hoped to God they wouldn't.

Washed away…

As a nation simply stares.

Unbeknownst to Ichigo, many of the battles had paused. Captain Hitsugaya was closest, his mouth open ever so slightly as he watched the orange haired pain in the ass fall. Even his opponent had paused, an unknown emotion gracing her face. It was like watching a titan fall. Rukia let out a pained yell, her friend crashing into the waves as a sickening slap sounded through the now silent atmosphere. Shinji's eyes widened. No way…had Ichigo Kurosaki fallen. The kid was ruthless and stubborn; he'd come back…right?

All you've ever wanted…

Was someone to truly look up to you

And six feet underground now,

I…

Now I do…

Ichigo cursed inwardly as his world turned black. Wrenching his eyes open one last time, he tried again. Tried again, for his friends, for his family, for his town…yet he was still drowning. An all too familiar blackness clouded the corner of his eyes as his panicking gave way to some makeshift peace. Hopefully, his death would fall on deaf ears; hopefully, his friends wouldn't notice and continue to fight. If they did, let them fight harder. The cold finally got to him, and his brown eyes, once filled with the fire to protect, and now filled with resignation, slid closed, never to open again.

All you've ever wanted…

Was someone to truly look up to you…

Grimmjow got what he wanted. In a sense, he definitely got it.

Now I do…

A/N: Depressing drabble that I wanted to get out; may get edited in the future. Who knows (: had to get the polt bunny out of my head!