A/N Something I want to mention before you read, I've never written with Grimmjow as one of my characters before so forgive me if he is OOC also It is an AU so I'm making some of his personality traits to fit the situation, I promise once I get used to it he will be more like himself just bare with me. Not sure if this will turn into to a ship or nah. Anyway Advice and feedback is always welcome. Thank you.

Grimmjow found himself at his old friend's house on New Year's Eve, bored and ready to leave he waited for an opportunity to present itself in which he could escape. Luckily for him his friend and his roommate were passed out from drinking too much alcohol. He eyed them making sure they were definitely asleep a pang of jealously rang through his heart. He secretly wished he was them instead of himself. Alone. Despite having people invite him over to hang out or to attend parties he always felt detached and any attempt to go left him feeling more isolated. Grimmjow ran a hand through his vivid blue hair trying to reform the shape it had lost. He sighed abandoning any attempts to fix his hair and opened the front door. The muscular man was greeted with a waft of freezing air that latched onto him.

The temperature only encouraged his depressive thoughts, 'I don't belong here.' Grimmjow thought shaking his head in dismay. Grimmjow's jacket wasn't nearly enough to keep him warm yet he embraced the cold anyway and began to walk around aimlessly not ready to go home yet. It was if he was waiting for a miracle to happen, perhaps a kind stranger would give him some life changing advice, or maybe there would be someone in need of help somewhere. Thoughts like these ran the the blue eyed man's head, he was just hoping to feel something other than despair. He was bitter about the fact he had no one to celebrate New Year's with, every year he had been with his family or friends always energetic counting down, lighting off fireworks, it was weird how it had just become tradition. And then this year was completely different it made him unmotivated for the next year. He smiled sadly at the thought of his family how he missed them. Grimmjow shook the thoughts away, he didn't want to add more painful memories to the ones that were already on his mind. Grimmjow watched his breath in the air trying to distracting himself, instead he began to think about his past instead.

Before:

Grimmjow ran straight to the corner store after receiving his allowance, he couldn't wait to buy his favourite candy he grinned ear to ear. Mom even let him go by himself, he felt so independent he loved it. However as soon as he entered the shop he could feel that the air was tense. A man stood lurking by the front counter with a dark oversized hoodie draped over his body, Grimmjow's instincts told him to go home but he really wanted to buy some laffy taffy. Grimmjow kept his head down avoiding looking at the man as he started down the candy aisle. Grimmjow heard the man yelling now but was unsure of what was going on he turned to volume down on his Mp3 to try listen in on the commotion.

"Give me the cash and no one gets hurt." The man Grimmjow had seen lurking earlier said in a hushed voice, Grimmjow saw a glance of silver in the man's hand. Grimmjow didn't need to see it to know it was a gun, he stood frozen. 'What should I do?' Grimmjow nervously walked to the pay phone at the back and put three quarters in and dialed 911.

"Hello 911 What's your emergency?" a voice crackled on the phone.

"Hello? There's a robbery taking place at robinson street at the corner store." Grimmjow whispered as quite as possible.

"He has a gun" Grimmjow continued feeling his heart racing.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, you blue haired freak?!" The man yelled turning to point the gun at Grimmjow. The blue eyed boy blinked his feet felt like they were stuck to the floor. A rush of adrenaline came over Grimmjow as he somersaulted into the other lane and managed to duck one of the bullets the man had fired by a hair. In the commotion Grimmjow had knocked over a wall of gumballs sending a cluster of colourful balls onto the floor, The gunman not seeing this tripped and fell backwards causing his hood to come off exposing his face to Grimmjow. Grimmjow felt his heart fall when he saw the man's face. To Grimmjow's surprise it was his neighbor's husband he knew his face well, he was constantly yelling at him to get out of sight, Grimmjow never particularly liked the man. The gunman realizing his face was exposed panicked and began to chase Grimmjow who was still on the floor dumbstruck.

The blue eyed boy shook himself back to reality and ran to the door and glanced behind him as he did, he regretted doing it as soon as he did. Grimmjow's eyes widened in horror as he saw his Neighbour shoot the cashier in the head. Everything went silent for a moment as Grimmjow saw the man slump down on the floor dead maroon coloured blood beginning to pool around him. His neighbours attention switched from the dead cashier to Grimmjow whom he glared at with disgust. His eyes were void of any emotion which frightened grimmjow even further. The blue haired boy ran as fast as he could away from the corner store, it was dark out by now and Grimmjow couldn't see where he was going tears began to burn in his eyes, this wasn't supposed to happen why now? Why?

When Grimmjow reached his house he took no time at all before he got to the phone. His hands shook as he began to dial 911 again. Then he noticed that his mom wasn't in the living room where she would usually sit. Grimmjow put down the phone letting ignoring the voice on the other end. "Mom?" he shouted " Mom?!" He shouted again his voice cracking as he began to cry. He saw the back door smashed open and fell to his knees and sobbed.

Grimmjow was only twelve years old, the police showed up moments later but it was too late. He had already found his Mom dead in the kitchen with a bullet wound in her head, just like the cashier. They found the blue eyed boy curled up beside his dead mother rocking back and forth.

They never found his neighbour, it was as if he vanished. After the incident his Dad moved to a new town, to ensure their safety, but it never saved Grimmjow from the terrible nightmares he had. Nothing could. It had been awhile since Grimmjow had acknowledged these thoughts, usually he suppressed them it was easier that way, but with New years it was hard to forget about his family. Grimmjow angrily wiped away a tear when he noticed he had begun to cry. 'Christ you're an adult now it's time to start acting like it Grimmjow.' He began to walk faster, how he wished he could get revenge.