A/N: Well here we are with my first GrimmIchi fanfic! Which is kinda sad considering these guys were one of my first OTPs. Whew I am many years late. But alas here we are. This is my first Bleach story as well so mistake are probably going to be rampant in this. Edit: Disturbia by Rihanna

I do not own any of the characters, Tite Kubo does.

Reviews are welcomed and definitely appreciated.

Its dark and storming, the ideal setting for a theme of a night of horror and tales. But for this scene, its the setting in which fuels the nightmares a sleeping teen was dealing with, fists clutching his sheets as he tossed and turned, face pulled into a grimace as he twisted the sheets around him in his struggle.

It's raining, and Ichigo spots a girl to the far side, looking like she was about to fall.

"Mom! That girl she's-" But the young child cut himself off as he sprung into action first, determined to reach the mysterious before she fell to her certain death.

"Ichigo no!" His mother cried out, one of the last thing's he'll ever remember her saying to him.

There's a brief flash then there's darkness.

And when the world starts coming back to the young boy's vision, there's blood...

Ichigo rises up out of bed suddenly, orange hair dampened with sweat despite the chilled temperature of his room at night. Hazel eyes were widened as he slowly looks about his room realizing where he is. He lets out a sigh, burying his face in his hands as he tried to get his irregular breathing under control. This isn't the first time he's had this nightmare, and he know's it definitely won't be the last time.

'Its not a nightmare' He reminded himself grimly 'Its a memory.'

He shudders at the thought, before yanking away the blanket he had cocooned himself in and planted his feet onto the cool floor of his room, resting his face into his hands.

Things had changed so drastically after the war, after Aizen had been sealed away. His powers faded, leaving him to say goodbye to some of his closest comrades.

'Rukia...Renji...'

Ichigo took a breath and stood, wobbling a bit as he adjusted to the darkness of his room. Despite not being able to fight as a Substitute Shinigami, his ability to see certain things had not diminished, and neither did his ability to sense things. It was why he often smiled out of no where when he would walk home, feeling Rukia's presence invade the space around him. More then likely checking on Karakura town in his absence.

The thought comforted him for a moment, before he paused. Another presence he was all too familiar with suddenly dawned on him, and he swallowed. It wouldn't be the first time, and more often then not Ichigo wondered why the hell he kept showing up. He supposed he should be grateful since he hadn't caused harm to his family or anyone to his knowledge.

It had started nearly a month ago, when Ichigo felt a weighing presence envelope his entire being while walking home from school. He had just waved goodbye to Orihime when it hit him, and it made his body go slack when it did. It had felt so familiar the first time, despite well knowing that it wasn't Rukia's reiatsu. Now he knew why.

It was the third time he felt it, after he sat outside with Yuzu listening to her yammer about the stars, her small hand holding onto his. He had turned in it's general direction, and that's when he caught sight of him. His eyes had widened, and his teeth gritted as he caught the cerulean gaze of a teal-haired individual. He glared, his grip of Yuzu's hand tightening as he just dared the Espada to try something. It was then to his surprise when the arrancar disappeared in a flash, taking with him his looming presence. Yuzu had broken him out of his trance, asking if he had been paying attention with a huff.

Ichigo smiled at the thought of his sister, both her and Karin being his world. They had been his initial reason for everything, and with powers or not he would still do anything to protect them. The thought motivated him enough so that he ventured near his window, undoing the latch and opening it. The sound of the rain hitting against the pavement and rooftops comforted him, giving him a screen as his eyes danced around, trying to locate the one he knew was watching. Tonight, he would take a chance.

It wasn't too long when Ichigo finally located him, the arrancar leaning against the wall of an alleyway, the rafter above being his only shield from becoming soaked. He wasn't sure if he knew that Ichigo had found him or not, but Ichigo stepped away from the window, counting down in his head as he made his way to his closet, the small space containing so many memories.

'One'

He opened the door, finding a basket underneath that he pulled out to grab a pair of pants and a shirt.

'Two'

He felt the presence growing stronger...and closer. He tugged on his pants and slid the black shirt over his head.

'Three.'

Ichigo paused, closing his eyes as he heard something land on his window sill. Preparing for the inevitable, Ichigo turned around to come face to face with the Espada who had been practically stalking him for a month.

"Grimmjow..."

"Yo Shinigami." Grimmjow greeted, smirk tugging at his lips. "Been a while hasn't it?"