What is time, really? To me it is nothing. Humans made up time. I am not human, so what use does it have for me? None. Absolutely none. That is, until I met him; Ichigo.

(3 weeks earlier)

I was walking down the street on a cold, damp, dreary, October night. It was like any other really; a few stray cats here, maybe the occasional drunk, or if you were unlucky enough (which I seemed to be) a scantily dressed woman would appear out of an ally and wouldn't stop following you. However, tonight was different. I just didn't know it yet.

I headed to the local club. Ironically enough, it's called 'The Club'. It wasn't one of those trashy clubs with whores everywhere trying to get laid and drunks more than willing to comply. No, it was more…what's the word…-sophisticated than that. Don't get me wrong here; it's not like all the high class people come here to hang out. I guess the word I'm really looking for is decent. Tonight instead of heading straight to the dance floor -which I always did- I headed to the bar for a quick drink. I sat down next to a young man that seemed to be in his early twenties. But hey, what did I know? I looked not a day over 28 yet was thousands of years old. What really had caught my eye was his hair. Even in the crappy lighting I could tell it was a beautiful orange that looked as if someone had painted the sunset into it. His hair was spiky yet long, not to mention incredibly sexy- not just his hair by the way. Apparently I had been caught starring, because the next moment a pair of deep caramel-chocolate eyes filled with untamed fire met mine; there was also a scowl formed on those soft plump lips. Did I mention he was incredibly sexy?

"May I help you?" God, I could listen to that voice forever.

"Hmmm…maybe. Depends."

"On what?" Damn, I'm already starting to get hard! How could his voice alone do this to me? He's only said what? 6 words?

"If yer single." Yeah, real smooth Grimmjow. That is sure to make him want you. Gheez. The things I say without thinking sometimes! And what a horrible pick-up line! I am not on my game tonight. When he spoke, he practically voiced my thoughts.

"If that was a pick-up line, it sucked. I'd say 'try again', but I honestly don't want you to." With that he picked up his beer he had been sipping lightly and headed towards the booths where a group of people sat. I can only assume they were his friends.

"Damn." I muttered.

"That's Ichigo for ya'! He ain't very social and always has that fierce scowl on his face. I know I'd try to get some of that ass if I could! But he's just too damned stubborn! Oh, and the fact that while at work I'm not supposed to 'flirt with the customers'. Anyway, what can I get ya' Grimm?" I looked at Shiro. He was the only good bartender at this place. Sure they had other bartenders but none of them could make a drink the way Shiro could.

"Surprise me." The urge for a drink had faded away once Ichigo left. Strange, I hadn't seen him in the first place when I came over here so why should my desire to drink been so suddenly whisked away?

"Ya' sure?" I just nodded.

"Anythin' else I ca' get ya'?" At my nod he raised a thin white eyebrow.

"And tha' wou' be…?"

"Information" His gold on black eyes widened a fraction. This was unusual for me, I knew. I was literally never interested in anything.

"On wha'? Who?" He was staring at me hard, trying to find out something- anything from my facial features and eyes.

"Ichigo." At that he nearly dropped the drink he was currently mixing up for me.

"Yer kiddin' meh…"

"I'm not." I replied firmly, giving him no reason to doubt the sincerity of my words. He just shook his head.

"You're crazy Grimmjow. You have no chance with him." This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen. Why the hell couldn't I have a chance with him? And why was Shiro so serious? He didn't slur one word.

"Why am I crazy, Shiro? Please, do tell. Because I think I have a good a chance as any to be with him!" This was outrageous!

"Well for one, you never get serious about anybody." Well I couldn't deny that one. But Ichigo was different, I don't know how, but he was. "Two, he doesn't trust anyone that he didn't know before that happened. And three, most importantly…" He trailed off, his eyes averting to look over at Ichigo and his group of friends while biting his lip. He obviously didn't want to share what he knew.

"Shiro. Just. Tell. Me!"

"His last name is Kurosaki." For the second time tonight my eyes widened. But this time I believe I actually started to tremble.

"You're kidding me.." I couldn't believe this! A Kurosaki? What the hell is a Kurosaki doing among so many humans?

"I'm not. Ichigo's… well, special. His father, Isshin, f-"

"Did you just say 'father' and 'Isshin' in the same sentence?" I can't fucking believe it! Isshin, son of Old man Yamamoto, next heir to the throne, god of war and strength was Ichigo's father?

"Yes, I did, twat! Now don't interrupt me again or I'll go tell him you were trying to seduce his only son!" Shiro waited to see if I'd respond, then continued. "As I was saying, Isshin fell in love with a human. But not just any human, she was a human who had been specially selected by the gods to die at an early age and come and join their ranks as goddess of beauty, hope, and love. Isshin, not knowing this, was secretly courting her. And when she died, he nearly broke a very important rule." I knew the rule of course, as did Shiro, but the rule was so important and unbreakable that you could be executed for just talking about it. People have always just called it 'the rule', and after many years of calling it that, it stuck. No one could remember what it was called originally anyway. "It wasn't just that she had died that made Isshin almost do that. It was the fact that she was pregnant. But because she had been selected to become a goddess, she did not fully die, just was medically dead for a few hours. The baby should have died. But he didn't. That's not the only reason Ichigo is special though. Ichigo was born in the spirit realm, but born human. Completely human. He wasn't even a demi god." That's fucking impossible! But still, that's no reason why I don't have a chance with Ichigo. Sure, the Kurosaki's were the ruling family in the spirit realm, and I'd have to get on their good side, but that was a task I could manage. So what was keeping me from pursing Ichigo? Almost if sensing the question on the tip of my tongue, Shiro answered.

"Grimm, think about it! He should have been born a full god! But he was born human. What does it mean when a god is turned into a human? You can't be this stupid Grimm.." No. Fucking. Way.

"But he was born that way, not turned." Shiro sighed.

"It doesn't matter Grimm. He will be executed unless Old man Yamamoto has a change in heart. Isshin, I know, wants he son to live, desperately, but he can do nothing because he is related by blood. It's just the rules Grimm." Shiro looked tired. Tired and sad. "He's such a good person, he doesn't deserve to die!" I could see tears being held back. They made his eyes shine even more than they already did.

"When is he supposed to be executed?" Shiro tensed.

"When he turns 22." I clenched my fists. This was so unfair.

"And when is that?"

"In two weeks."

This is when I started to care about time.


^.^ Okay i know i have two other stories going but this one is just a short little detour so i can take a break! It will proabably be about 3-4 chapters long... well i hope everyone liked this! Please review! even if you just say 'update soon' it fills me with joy! Please? for little ol' me? Oh and if u noticed i said that this is in October and that Ichi's birthday is in 2 weeks. It's my fic! I can decide when his birthday is! So all u OCD people who must have every little fact right, DEAL. XD lolz i'm OCD but not as much. BTW this will be writtin in mostly Grimm's POV! love u all! -MnM