A/N: Hey, Shinigami240 here. I know I'm being retarded, starting new stories without finishing old ones :P I'm an idiot, I accept that. It's just that I had this idea for a while now so forgive me for neglecting my other stories. It's true I'm looking for a Beta reader for this story. I really want someone that doesn't hate yaoi, some violence, and possibly lemons. I have grammar issues, I sometimes change sentences in my head and use another sentence that's completely different to the paragraph and make the whole story a bit awkward. I really nead help. Unfortunately, I'm pretty new with this Beta thing so if there is a person out there, patient enough to help me, please PM me! I can only choose one person obviously, so if I don't reply to somebody volunteering, I'm sorry. I'm not doing it to offend, I just really don't know how to reply and decline politely T.T

Summary: There are three top gangs in New York City. They're rivals and they loathe each other to the point of killing. Kurosaki, Ichigo, a teenager with a sad past is taking a liking to someone else in the rival gang. He doesn't know that of course. Grimmjow Jaggerjaques is falling for this teenager he met on the streets. Unfortunately, the gang is at war right now. Unexpectant things happen here and there, what happens if the two have to confront each other when in battle? AU

Warnings: Probable lemon later on, violence, yaoi, bad language, and bad grammer :P

Disclaimer: Everyone should know by now that I don't own Bleach. Considering the fact that I'm not japanese and can't understand japanese, it would be pretty sad to think I own Bleach.

Ichigo ran like he was running for his life—as a matter of fact, he was. His feet pounded consistently on the ground like his heart, which was beating faster than his feet were pounding. Ichigo didn't dare look back due to the fear of what he might see. He did, however, increase his pace when he heard footsteps behind him over his own raspy voice.

He was in a dark alley, which was more like a tunnel that was above ground. He had no idea who was chasing him, but he had a pretty good idea why.

The sky was pitch black, and the stars were hidden behind ominous looking clouds.

"Fucking bastard!"

Ichigo flinched at the voice, speeding up towards a fork in the alleyway.

His pursuer was getting closer and closer.

He slowed slightly when he reached the fork. Which side ought he to take?

Always put your best foot forward, partner.

Ichigo hesitated before following the voice's instructions, turning right because his right foot was his best foot. He also threw a huge rock—or whatever the dark object was he found on the ground—to the other side of the fork, hoping to distract and confuse his chaser.

Normally, he would never listen to the voice, but now wasn't the time to be uncertain. Ichigo heard a loud curse behind him as his pursuer also chose right on a mere whim. It was too dark to be certain, but it seemed like he was running towards a dead end. He always had good eyesight, so he instantly noticed.

Turning around for the first time since his flight, Ichigo made sure no one was within sight of him yet. Then, turning towards his left, he climbed into a garbage can; it was one that was big enough for him to climb completely into. Crouching in the rubbish, he held his breath.

Ichigo didn't have to wait long because the enemy sped right past the garbage can.

"GODDAMMIT!"

Ichigo bit his lip as he heard the curse where he guessed the dead end was located.

His chaser started running back the other way.

Closing his eyes and unintentionally sucking in his stomach, he waited until the enemy's footsteps receded, probably heading for the left side of the fork.

Ichigo wasn't paranoid, but he sure wasn't taking any chances either. He waited a good twenty minutes before quietly jumping out. He was now really sweaty, smelly, and tired. His legs were sore from running for such long distances.

He shook his bright orange hair, getting rid of a banana peel that was entangled in his locks. Then, slowly walking and listening for sounds, he made his way back towards where he had come from.

He was slightly past the fork when he heard voices coming from both his left side and his right side.

One voice was coming out of the left side. More voices were coming out from the direction he was going towards.

Shit! Ichigo thought, turning back. In his hurry, he knocked over the dark object he had thrown aside before. It seems like his pursuer had tossed it there in frustration.

There was a pause.

Then, "What the hell was that?"

"It came from the right side!"

"It's him!"

Ichigo felt panic crawling in his insides. Fighting the urge to just give up and cover his head while curling up in the fetal position, he turned and silently started towards the garbage bin.

"Screw that!" yelled an angry voice. "Let me have it!"

Ichigo started as a sharp beam of light pierced his eyes, blinding him. He fell over on his back with a gasp.

"Found ya!" a guy growled triumphantly.

"Are you sure it's him? The boss will be angry if we bring back random person that just happening to be running here," another guy argued.

Ichigo squinted though the light, struggling to make out figures that were standing over him.

"Nah," the first guy assured, "it's definitely him. Bright orange hair, about 5'11—must be him. Not many people walking around looking like strawberries, huh?"

Laughter echoed down the walls of the alleyway.

"So, what do we do with him now?"

"…I suggest we kill him…"

"That's a stupid suggestion! Aizen doesn't want him dead, you dumbass."

"Hey, don't call me a dumbass!"

Ichigo could see two figures shoving each other.

"Stop it." This time it was a female voice.

The two stopped fighting.

"We'll bring him back to Aizen-sama, and let him decide," the female ordered.

"That's stupid. We should just kill him."

"Aizen doesn't want him dead! Are you deaf?!"

"I'm not deaf!"

The fighting started again.

Seeing enough, Ichigo got up to run. Before he could fully stand, however, a foot connected with his skull, sending him crashing to the floor again.

"Hey, he's running away!"

"We aren't blind, dumbass."

"I told you to stop calling me a dumbass!"

"ENOUGH!" The woman sounded really angry now. She turned around and shoved them apart.

Ichigo stood up to run again, but before he could make it even a few paces, a sharp pain in his side made him collapse. "Fuck!" He winced in pain.

"Give him a sedative. He's getting on my nerves."

"You aren't the boss of me; I'll do whatever I like."

"Just do it!"

Ichigo felt a sharp sting in his arm. "Fuck you!" He wrenched his arm out of the way, but the drug was already injected into him. His eyes drooped immediately.

"Night," was the last thing he heard before darkness clouded his vision.

Ichigo snapped his eyes open. It took him a few seconds to realize his position. His arms were chained to walls, along with his legs. His eyes roamed frantically around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

"Kurosaki, Ichigo."

Ichigo's head spun towards the voice. His eyes widened.

Aizen smiled. "Good, you're awake. I've wanted to talk to you for awhile."

Damn him.

A/N: Yes, I'm sorry, another note from the author. I'm an evil person.

Please note that this is a scene that happens in the future of the story, consider it as a hook. The events in the reall chapters lead to this. Chapter one will have all the details of the gangs. I care greatly for your (you, the readers) opinions for my story. I'll gladly accept criticism if it helps improving my story. This is just the beginning, a tester, so if it seems this story is liked, I'll add more and more words to make the chapters longer. Tehe, I wonder who can guess the name of at least one gang. I made it really obvious what two gangs would be. I salute the people who can guess who's in the 3rd gang. Haha, there's also the voice in Ichigo's head. Who do you think is?

XD Good? DX Bad? Please tell me!