So here's something that's been on my mind for a month and I just want to say this is how I envision Grimmjow coming back, but also showing up HM... oh well.

Thoughts/Flashback

"Talk"

So enjoy this short...thing since I don't know if I should continue or not.

[Grimmjow's P.O.V:]

After blinking a few times, I stare up at the painted ceiling of Las Noches. I flip to my side and try to get up, only to feel fatigue in every inch of my body. I pound my fist into the sand and grab a handful of the fine substance.

"Kurosaki…" I growl with a savage intention to fight him.

I groan and scan over the dunes for the carrot top. I can't feel his spiritual pressure. He's gone

I spot Nnoitra's body lying face-down. I can't feel his spiritual pressure, either. That's what he gets for blindsiding me.

"This isn't over, Ichigo!" I swear. It's can't be over… I want a fight! I want to fight him! And I will get what I want.

I stand over the city, looking down from the grays of the sky. Pathetic are those people below, never knowing what's out there. With their neutral face and fragile forms that can be effortlessly broken by the snap of my wrist. They're not worth having here.

I roll my neck and stretch my arms. In one quick kick of my leg, I'm flying towards the ground. I land quietly, not even making a sound. I shove my hands deep into my pockets and walk down the street like it's no one's business. I cock my head and spit on the ground. Smirking, I detect spiritual pressure close by. I slightly quicken my pace and turn down into a different street. I easily spot his orange hair in the middle of a fight with a low ranked Hollow. He slices through its mask and the body vanishes.

"Yo!" I shout through a wide grin.

His head whirls my direction.

My intimating smile grows. "Miss me?"

"Grimmjow…" His eyes widen with realization as he stares at me. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I'm just dropping by and I want to finish some… unfinished business," I say slyly, my hand hovering over my Zanpakutō's hilt.

His breath hitches. "You don't know what you're doing…!"

"Oh, I don't? Then what am I doing?" I laugh at his face; it's just too pathetic at this moment.

He loses his shocked face and scowls at me. "Picking a fight you can't win."

I glare at this. So he still thinks he can win against me after a year and a half…

"Tch, you're in for it now!" I pull out my sword and race towards him.

Our swords clash and waves of our spiritual pressure ripple outwards. His feels different last time we fought. It's altered, changed, and there's more of it.

"I got to hand it to you, Ichigo." Our weapons break apart meet again. "You've definitely become stronger the last time I saw you."

"I don't want to fight you," he growls as he pushes me away.

"But I've become stronger as well!" I shout, bring my sword down on him. He blocks it and frowns.

"Why are you really here, challenging me?" he inquires. "Aizen and the rest of the Espada are dead."

"Why, Ichigo, I came just for you."

"I'm flattered," he says through his teeth. "Central Forty-Six will imprison you if not execute you if you get caught."

"If I get caught. But right now we're in the middle of a fight, so if you don't mind, don't hold back."

"No."

"No?"

"No, I won't fight you."

"Prey don't have a say if they're hunted or not, it's their predator's call."

"When will you give it up?" Ichigo roars as he crashes his blade against mine. "You know you're weaker than me, yet you think you can beat me! You will die if you fight me!"

"Maybe that's how I wanna' die!" I shout back without much thought.

"I left you alive for a reason and coming back and trying to kill yourself is not it."

His statement catches me off guard. "Oh? Then why did you keep me alive?"

He doesn't answer and, he merely shunpos away, just like that. He's without a doubt a pain in the ass.

"Coward!" I shout to the sky. His words made me curious and his silence made me pissed off. I'm defiantly going to find out why he let me live.

I lean against the window for balance and scan the room. Boring. Not one bit interesting. Average. On the crappy side. This is the room he stays in?

The door opens suddenly, and the light form the hallway floods into the bedroom. The owner of the room steps in and closes the door behind him. The room becomes dark again, only the peak of light coming from behind the door.

This is definitely the place.

The orange haired teen shrugs of his jacket, revealing an undershirt. He discards it as well and throws the items in the corner. His hands reach is belt, and I fall backwards from the action, and I landing painfully on my back. I groan and rub my spine. Picking myself up, I leap back up to the window. He's in his bed, his back facing me.

Ichigo Kurosaki, you really are bad at detecting spiritual pressure…

After a few moments, I see his breathing slowed. I silently slide the window open and hop down from the windowsill. I slide it close and glace at Ichigo's sleeping form. He's obviously out of it. I step toward him and smirk at his calm face, with not a trace of his normal scowl. I turn around and look around the bedroom.

Rummaging through his desk drawers, nothing grabs my interest. I glance at the teen again. Still sleeping like a rock. I continue to look through his things, not caring if he finds out. I slide his closet door open. Some clothes hanging and a twin mattress.

Hearing a loud groan from Ichigo, I quickly act; before I know it, I'm in his closet. I can't see anything since there's no light source. I can't even find the handle. It's feels more like a box than anything. I lie down and scrunch my legs to fit comfortable. Might as well get use to it. After all, I don't have a place to crash. Tomorrow I'm going to give him a hell of a scare.

So? Like? Maybe not? Eh, I don't have anything going for it... Maybe I should continue...

Thanks for reading!