A/N: I had this idea for a long time. A story that involves crime, the underworld etc. So, I hope you guys enjoy this new ride from me ;)

Disclaimer: If I own Bleach, Grimmjow would be out already...Anyway, Tite Kubo owns it.

Enjoy!

The Diary of You

Prologue

It's weird, in a way. Reading about you after years without seen you. It makes me want to burn into ashes this pages that are written with so many words about you, but I can't. Because it's all I have from you. Because it reminds me of who I am and what I am now.

What I become because of you.

July 23, 2001

Karakura High.

"Hey, you done?"

"Oh baby, yes…harder- ahhh…yes!"

"In a minute…" Actually, an exact minute had passed when the door of the janitor's closet opened. The teenager was just finishing buckling up his belt when a smile spread across his face. His blue-gray eyes met yet another wide grin, this one from his best friend.

"You sure as hell always truth to your words, motherfucker."

"And you always knock at the right moment, asshole. Are you ready to do this?"

"Are you?"

"You need to ask? I'm always ready for a good fight. You know…you don't have to come, I can do it myself. You don't need to-"

"Shut up! You think I'll pass an opportunity like this to kick some asses."

"I guess not."

The two of them walked out of the school gym like they were invincible. They always fought together, watching each other's back since they were kids. Inseparables until the inevitable happened. As they reached the warehouse his heartbeat began to sound louder. The excitement of an upcoming fight made his heart pound harder against his rib cage. Seconds after they entered, they were surrounded. Two against who knows how many from the other school, but it didn't matter to them. This two always lived their life like there was no tomorrow, well, at least one of them did. As for the other, he wanted to change that way of thinking. He wanted, at least, for the younger one to have a better future. A better sense of life. He was more than a friend. He was his family. He was his little brother.

"And you wanted to come alone, tch! In your dreams, motherfucker."

"Yeah yeah… lets finish this and go home, you have some study to do, little bro."

"Don't you mean we, geezer?" The younger one sensed something was a little off, but ignores it after seeing the smile he always found genuine.

As the two prepared to start the brawl, already the group got closer. The older started to suspect that something was off. He didn't recognized any of the other students. When he was about to turned towards the younger one, punches already were flying at him. Little by little they got separated more than they ever were in past fights. The older one was worry about his little brother since he try to see if, at least, he could have a glimpse of him. However, it was impossible. The younger one also began to get worry but it was impossible for him either when he was surrounded by more guys every second. Until a gunshot was heard, then another. By the fourth one, the group dispersed leaving visibility to a body falling onto its knees.

"Aniki!" The younger one screamed, slowly moving towards the other but something hit him hard on the back of his head.

The bullets were burning his skin. He could feel his heartbeat slowing down, almost like a volume of a radio turning down, slowly. He turned his head slowly to the side and saw his little brother laying on the floor, blue hair turning red. Like some people say before someone dies, flashes of his life passed in front of him. He remember when that little boy called him aniki for the first time. Tears began to caress his cheeks while his body fell on the floor.

An hour later, Grimmjow woke up holding a gun with his right hand. Police were already at the scene pointing all types of firearms at him. He had a concussion and the only thing he heard was an officer telling him to put down the weapon and to put his hands behind his head.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Coyote Starrk."

Aniki= means elder brother. A slang used in the Yakuza world meaning, senior rank within the family(mafia), and is said as a title of respect from a lower ranking family member to a higher.

First time writing prologue. I hope you stay and enjoy the upcoming ride. Chapter one will be up soon so, thanks for reading and please review. Lets see how it goes and if it stays.

...Until Next!