Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach..

Chapter one:

"I think about more than I forget

I don't go around fire thinking not to sweat"

Lil Wayne No Love

"The prize is 2g's you have to enter Grimm."Nnoitora said dropping the crumpled flyer in the blue haired man's lap. Grimmjow sat up looking over it. It was advertising a dance battle and like his lanky friend had indicated the prize was indeed 2,000 dollars.

"Thought you said dancing was for pussies." he responded tossing the paper on the floor and stretching back on the couch, where he'd been napping quite pleasantly before Nnoi had come and interrupted.

"It is, but we need the money so get yer pussy ass up and dance," he said reaching to grab the paper and shove it back in Grimm's face.

"Fine, but leave me the fuck alone...I'm trying to sleep here you tall unnatural freakazoid"

Grimm flinched at the memory as he stood in front of the crowd of onlookers. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as his opponent a smaller girl with spiked hair and no chest moved to the beat. Her body moving in unhuman ways and aggressively stepping towards him. He kept his scowl making sure to never show any ounce of emotion other than anger, the crowd would have eaten him alive. The small girl grabbed Grimm's shirt and pushed him before stepping and raising her hands.

The crowd erupted into a screaming mass. Grimm took a deep breath and stepped forward. The girl had turned around and was facing him, her arms crossed with a smug grin on her face. At that moment any feelings of anxiety he'd been feeling had been wiped away. That bitch thought she was better than him, and if there was one thing that could push Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez over the edge it was a cocky stupid bitch looking down on him.

His body moved on its own accord, his arm shooting out in front of him, sharp rapid movements. His feet barely touching the ground before moving to execute another move. The world around him had become a blur and all he could hear was the music and his heartbeat. Jumping forward he placed a hand on the floor and lifted himself twisting his leg in the stance he held it before flipping over,standing up and finishing his dance by walking to his opponent and sliding his two fingers across his throat in the universal sign for slicing a throat.

The crowds roar was almost deafening. The MC pushed Grimm back to his side and grabbed the mike a huge grin on his face.

"Lets here it for Ashan!" he held up the small girls hand and the crowd cast their vote with their enthusiasm. "And Grimm!" The crowds roar was nearly deafening. The MC smiled and grabbed the envelope from the stage holding it up above his head he turned to Grimm.

"Guess we have a winner." he handed the blue haired man his prize. Grimm couldn't help the shit-eating grin that had engulfed his features. He took one last look at the bitch who'd only moments ago had been looking down on him. Her face was twisted into anger and she pushed her way through the crowd.

"Good job pussy." Nnoi slapped him on the back plucking the envelope from his hand and opening it to count the money as they made their way through the crowd.

"Shut up, that should be enough for rent for the next three months." Grimm said breathing in the fresh air as he stepped outside. The breeze felt good on his hot flustered skin. He ran a hand through hair slicked to his head with sweat. Nnoi chuckled beside him as he whistled a happy tune, tucking the money into his back pocket.

"Lets go celebrate, ne?" Nnoi said spotting a restaurant he'd been dying to eat at. He arched an eyebrow looking at Grimm who'd remained uncharacteristicly quiet since they'd left the club. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Moping around like some fucking chick."

Grimm narrowed his eyes at the taller man but didn't say anything. His head was in other places. A year ago dancing had just been a past time, something he'd done on the side. Nothing he'd ever think about doing professionally or for a living, but that had changed when his mother had died. In a fit of anger and rage he'd went into a delinquent phase and had fought, stolen, and even resorted to armed robbery, which in the end had ended him up in Aizen's home for troubled teens. That's where he'd met Nnoitora.

The tall male had been intimidating as anyone he'd ever met, with a rough past and an eyepatch covering his left eye to prove it. He had attacked Grimm the first day, testing his limits. Grimm had fought back hard and had been placed in what Aizen called "time out" for a week. After getting out the lanky freak had deemed him worthy and he joined the group. The house could have been called an heiracy. You had the one's who'd been there they're whole lives like Stark who was twenty and despite numerous tries had been forced to remain until age 21.

Everything was good in the household. Everyone bickered but it was more of just friendly rivalry. It wasn't until Aizen began coming to him with shady lines of work did Grimm suspect there was something else to it. After Aizen had given him a gun, Grimm knew something was up. That same night he'd taken 10 of the best in the house -having informing Grimmjow that he was one of the best- . They'd arrived at a abandoned warehouse and that's where he'd up close and personal watched someone get shot.

He still remembered the night. The guns going off and everyone ducking hiding and delivering shots of their own. He'd fired blindly in self defense and later had been told that his shot had landed the final blow to the person they'd been trying to kill. Aizen had patted him on the back that night and informed him that he had the makings of a great leader.

At first the thought excited him and he'd walked around cocky as ever with a fuck the world attitude. He'd lived for the thrill and adrenaline the gigs brought him. It wasn't until he'd watched Aizen kill Halibel, in cold blood did reality finally hit him. A couple of months later Grimmjow and Nnoitora and a couple others had fled into the night leaving behind there so called home. They'd stuck together for awhile, doing odd jobs to get by. Staying in hotels and sometimes being forced to sleep in parks.

Trouble arose between the members of the group and they split apart, in the end Grimm was left with Nnoitora. They'd found a city where they were sure Aizen would never look and they settled down. Thats where Grimm had discovered his talent in dancing. He'd been walking in the mall looking for a help wanted sign when he'd spotted a bunch of people crowded around one spot, being curious he'd wandered over.

A kid with stark white hair, matching skin and strange gold eyes had been break dancing in the middle. His movements had pulled Grimmjow in and before he knew it he'd corned the kid and asked him his name. He'd said his name was Shirosaki. No last name but Shiro for short if that was a mouthful. He'd informed the blue haired man that he was a b-boy and he danced for a living.

Grimmjow had been fascinated by the strength it took to do the moves and had set his mind of becoming a b-boy. Apparently, Shiro had confidence in him. He'd taken the less experienced man under his wings, trained him, and even taken him to a couple of dance battles. He'd explained to Grimm that once the music grabbed you, all you could do was fall into it's grasp. You no longer had freedom the music controlled you. It was your master and you were it's slave.

Soon after Shiro up and left leaving Grimmjow to fend on his own. He'd been angry at first, but had soon come to terms that he had learned all he could from Shiro and it was time for him to discover his own path. Nnoi had sneered at him when he'd finally told him what he'd planned to do informing him the dancing was for chicks and chicks had pussies and by default that made him a pussy. He'd ignored his challenged friend and kept at it entering battles whenever he could to earn a little extra money on the side to pay the rent and any other necessities they ran into. He'd scored a job working as a cashier at a local store called Gothika, and the pay wasn't all great that but combined with his freelance dancing it paid the bills. It wasn't a bad life.

"Earth to Grimm, damn get yer head out the fucking clouds." Nnoi snapped long fingers in his face and Grimm scowled up at him.

"What!" he growled.

"Yer order fuctard." Nnoi snapped back. Grimm blinked unaware of when he'd stepped inside the fast food restaurant, or even ordered at that. He took the bag and bit into the burger absently.

"You need to get laid Grimm. How bout we swing by a strip club, grab a couple of girls go back to the house and get yer head out the clouds." Nnoi said giving Grimm one of his signature toothy smirks.

"I could go for that."

A/N: Hi this is my first attempt at Bleach fanfic.. I know the characters are slightly OOC but just bear with me. I've never written Yoai either so I'm very interested to see what my brain will come up with :D and come on can you guys not see Grimmjow as a B-Boy.. doing all those flips and tricks.. popping and locking and jigging and jerking and ballet …. yessss I said ballet :D

It'd be sexy to see him all sweaty and oops getting carried away.. Review please.. Any criticism is highly appreciated.. Thanks to my bestie who encouraged me to even write a Grimmichi.. Loveee heerrr.. See ya.. Inferia Master's out... The next chapter will be longer and another story will be posted where Grimmkitty is a Vet :D be on the lookout for it.