Chapter 1

Hey everyone, I'm back. FYI, I won't be able to update as quickly as I used to. My mother locked me out of my computer, so that I can only use it on the weekends. Thanks to a certain author who sent me a lovely message about respecting my mother, I don't hate her anymore, but I'm still a little irritated that she locked me out of my computer, because now, I can't even do my HOMEORK on it!

Anyway, this story has GrimmIchi as the main couple, but with several side couples. Too bad I can't tell you, or that'll ruin my story~

Warning: Female Ichigo and friends

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, though I wish I did.

Enough chitchat, let's get on with the story

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"Madam Ichigo, please continue your reading." The poor teacher, who already looked extremely grey and tired told her young and only pupil, who was staring out the window instead of reading a passage from a book from a large dusty library shelf. The young girl snapped out of her daydream and mumbled, "Sorry," before ducking her head down again and letting her eyes skim over the useless junk.

That was the thing about Ichigo Kurosaki. Despite the fact that she was an extremely bright, witty and intelligent, she loathed math and science and hated history and poetry. Ichigo's parents were the king and queen of the kingdom of Karakura, and insisted that she was to get an education, saying that their only daughter wasn't going to be some ditzy princess with no brain.

"Madame Ichigo!" The orangette's head slipped out of her palm and slammed into the open book, "Oww…" The teacher took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead, "Seeing that the lady cannot focus on the material, you are dismissed for the day." Ichigo smiled brightly and dashed out of the stuffy classroom and up towards her bedroom. She had promised Kon a nice run in the meadow just outside the castle borders.

Quickly taking off her dress of pure crimson silk, embroidered with white lace, the princess changed into a plain white shirt, a pair of comfortable riding trousers and a pair of leather boots. With a shrill whistle, the large strawberry orange furred cat came dashing into the room, hearing his mistress calling. Ichigo laughed and scooped up the orange cat, "C'mon, let's go for that run I promised."

With an agreeing meow, the two dashed outsides, towards that large meadow. That was one of the things about Ichigo, she loved to stay active, wither it was with her friends or with animals. She loved to go among the subjects of Karakura and help them with their daily lives, as well as entertain and play with the children and speak with the elderly.

Her parents, Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki, were extremely proud of their daughter. Even though they were very rich and powerful, the Kurosakis still believed in respecting and helping others beneath their own status, as well as spending more time outside in the sunshine then inside in a stuffy room. Which made Ichigo inherit their love for fresh air, and her love for the outside and her undying curiosity occasionally got the young orangette in trouble.

The sixteen year old princess possessed shaggy, unusual bright orange hair which reach past her shoulders and brushed her upper back, warm, emotional chocolate brown eyes, slightly sunkissed skin, despite all the time she spent outside, and average height and weight with a body most men would consider a 'masterpiece.'

All in all Ichigo Kurosaki was very attractive, not to mention innocent, but the person she got into trouble with that day, the king of the kingdom next door, wasn't.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the king of the kingdom of Hueco Mundo, was a God-like teen of eighteen, with wild sky blue hair and tanned skin. It was obvious he was very strong, for his frame was nicely toned and his height was taller than most average men. His bright cyan blue were emotionless and cruel. His mouth would stretch into a wide, menacing smirk whenever there's bloodshed, and would let out loud cackles of laughter whenever he heard the sound of anguished cries and begs of mercy.

Despite the fact that he was so cruel and bloodlusting, women still lusted after him and tried to seduce him, for he was extremely handsome, not to mention rich and powerful. Grimmjow was the best swordsman in his entire kingdom, there wasn't anyone who could completely match his skill. As an added bonus, the blue haired tyrant also possessed great spiritual power. He was able to shoot energy from his hands, teleport from one place to another and the magic of twenty-seven sorcerers.

Though his life and his most loyal companions' lives were full of parties and luxuries, the lives of the people who live in Hueco Mundo weren't fairing too well. The people barely had enough to eat, and their homes were just a little more than shacks. All the men who were between the ages of nineteen and forty were forced to join Grimmjow's enormous army. All the subjects who displease the blue haired tyrant were sentenced to death, and all the women who tried to seduce him were publicly humiliated. In his eyes, nobody was worthy of possessing him, or the other way around either.

"Yo, Grimmjow." In came Nnoitra Gilga, the top general of Grimmjow's five star ranking soldiers in his vast army and the closest the blue haired king would consider a friend. Grimmjow snapped out of his half-napping and half awake trance and growled, "What do you want?"

The lanky man didn't bother to bow like all the other people who come into the tyrant's presense, he just got to the point, "One of my soldiers in his patrol group spotted something or someone running through the borders of the forest. Want me to go round it up?"

The blue haired king was silent before lazily slumbering up and strapped his trusty sword to his belt, "Nah, I think I'm gonna take this one fer myself. I need the exercise and entertainment. Where's the intruder?"

The unnaturally tall ravenette general flashed his signature piano smirk, "On the west side, closest to Karakura." That bloodlusting grin slowly spread across Grimmjow face at the thought of fresh blood, and coming from the fresh, 'innocent' kingdom of Karakura no less. He always loved having victims from that area specifically. He loved how they pleaded for mercy even before he started cutting them, their crimson fluid flowing out of their wounds.

He flicked his tongue across his lips, "This should be fun," as he could just imagine crimson everywhere as the intruder's body laid dead.

"Kon! Where the hell are you? Kon! Damn it!" Ichigo ran faster and faster as she tried to locate her orange cat, who just upped and dashed off. The orangette ran further, both adrenaline and fear pushing her to find Kon fast.

She knew all too well that she was trespassing into the forest of Hueco Mundo. Ever since she was old enough to understand proper English, her family had told her stories about the tyrant who ruled these lands, how the people were killed by the dozens. Ichigo was extremely tempted to turn around and head home, but she couldn't do that without her beloved cat.

"Kon!" She screamed. But there was still no reaction anywhere nearby. Ichigo sighed and continued to run, calling for her feline, 'This is bad. If I don't find him before someone else finds me, I'm dead. I didn't even bring my sword with me. Shit!'

Grimmjow stealthily kept up with the intruder, but was unable to see its face just yet. Judging from its voice, it was a female, but that didn't mean that Grimmjow was going to give up the thought of slaying her down on the spot. She was an intruder, and intruders were less than unwelcome in Hueco Mundo.

He waited until the female finally stopped running, pausing to take a breather. He peered through the shrubbery he was hiding behind and silently gasped at the beautiful vixen panting for breath, sweat dripping off her delicate and well-groomed brow.

She had rare, shaggy bright orange hair and sparkling chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was paler than his own, but still nicely tanned. Her lips were slightly parted and looked so plump and warm. Grimmjwo could feel his mouth water and a major boner coming as she wiped her forehead of sweat, slightly mumbling something that sounded something like 'I'm gonna twist his damn tail off once I find him'.

Crouching like a skilled cat, Grimmjow leapt into the trees so that he had a perfect view of the orange haired female, where as the girl couldn't see him at all. Carefully, he peered through the leaves to get a better view than from his former position on the ground. This girl was so beautiful, so lovely.

And Grimmjow realized that he had to make her his.

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