Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS (in later chapters), Bad Language , Violence (It's Grimmjow after all...XD)

This is an AU with the Bleach Characters in a school setting. I may not be able to include all the characters i love but i'l try my best. XD And in advance, i will apologize for my inability to update on a regular basis...I have collage and unfortunately, my time to write had been brutally cut down...T3T

Either way, i hope you guys will like it! Please leave reviews if u can since i basically depend on them...I NEED THEM TO LIVE! XD ENJOY~

Also, i do NOT own Bleach or any of the characters. (with the exception of the faceless fill-ins...XD)

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Ichigo ran through his day thus far. It all started perfectly nice. A sunny greeting from the fiery celestial ball woke him up and the cheerful chirrup of feathery choir outside his window sang him good morning. He drew the curtains apart and allowed the warmth to lick his bare torso. It was spring, it was Friday and it was going to be a good day.

Of course on his way down Ichigo was accosted by his eccentric father and his motherly younger sister. It took considerable patience on his behalf to retain his good mood and resist the urge to throw Isshin out the window. But eventually he managed to leave that behind also and make his way to school.

Renji and Rukia met him on the way and they resumed the rest of the journey while chatting about absolutely nothing of importance whatsoever. Though Ichigo's face looked rather tight, his friends knew him well enough to easily deduct he was in a great mood. Ichigo could practically see them dancing around any subject that might change that….It was amusing and endearing at the same time, so he let them continue their struggle.

And so the first few classes passed without incident. Boring, yes. But not altogether miserable. Ichigo drifted into one of his seemingly endless supply of daydreams half the time anyway, his gaze drifting across the puffs of clouds. For what was probably the thousandth time, he silently thanked his luck for having a window seat. It saved him from many a mental break downs…Not that he hated school particularly, his good grades were testament to that, but he was still a teenager and they tended to have a low attention span.

When the bell rang to dismiss them and announce proudly it was break time, Ichigo found himself wondering where the time had passed. He hadn't realized just how quickly he had drifted down the path of fantasy, nor how absorbed he became in his thoughts. It happened sometimes…

Orihime and Ishida made their way to his table. Ichigo grinned widely in greeting, mostly at Orihime since he and Ishida were amiable at best when put together. Ichigo got the feeling the brunette was merely tolerating him for Orihime's sake, since they were now a couple and that required sacrifices. Just to make his life more difficult Ichigo made it his business to talk to Orihime as many times as he had the opportunity. He could practically see Ishida resisting the urge to jam a pencil right through his eye…

'Good morning Ichigo~' It was impossible to hate such a creature of sunlight. It almost felt wrong even to think of it…

'It's afternoon, but thanks.' Orihime immediately reddened at her mistake and Ishida threw Ichigo a pointed look. Oops…

'S-Sorry!'

'There's nothing to be sorry about. Calm down. It's like we haven't been friends from childhood.' This elected a joyous smile on the girls face and the tension dissipated. Phew…

'Well, Ishida and I are going to grab lunch. Would you like to come along? I hear they have a special price on soybeans and bananas.' The mental image of those two foods combined was enough to turn Ichigo's complexion slightly greenish. By the looks of it, Ishida was struggling with the notion as well.

'Nah. That's alright. I'm meeting Keigo in a few minutes and I'll go with them. But thanks for the invite.' Orihime shrugged, her good nature un-dented, and she locked fingers with Ishida.

'Suit yourself~ See you later then!' And she bolted out, her appetite giving wings to her feet, nearly dragging Ishida behind her like a rag doll. Ichigo found himself shaking his head while smiling slightly at the combination of those two seemingly opposite characters. But somehow they made it work.

Ichigo walked down the crowded corridors, making his way towards the canteen. He wasn't lying when he said he had plans to meet Keigo, though he may have understated the actual destination and time. He couldn't let Orihime know that he was going to go in the direction of the cafeteria or she would have dragged him along and he would have been just as powerless as Ishida. Either way it had been a very narrow escape…

Students filtered past him on either side, mostly avoiding bumping into him and those who accidentally shoved him had the good grace to mutter a hasty apology. He acknowledged them with a nod of his head, not baring them any ill will. The break was short after all and not everyone had his good luck when it came to the seating arrangement.

Suddenly Ichigo felt a prickle run up his spine and a slightly cold gust of wind seemed to envelop him, tickling his skin under the light protection of his uniform shirt. If there was one thing he had, it was a sharp instinct. He could always determine when he was being watched or when someone became a threat. It saved him from many senseless fights.

Ichigo turned to locate the eyes fixed on him and he grimaced inwardly. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. The other, older student, smirked at him and met his frowning glare full on. Amber flames clashed with icy daggers and the temperature dropped even lower. Ichigo hadn't noticed, but they were basically alone on the corridor now, all the other people having drifted away. Weather they sensed the storm brewing in advance was something Ichigo could only speculate on.

Ichigo had quite the reputation, most of it fanned by negative propaganda unfortunately, but reputation none the less. However that paled in comparison with the Panther King of Kurakura High School. He was known for his brutality and strength above all else, said to go crazy with blood-lust in the midst of a fight and laugh maniacally while covered in blood from head to toe. How much of that was actual fact Ichigo didn't know but he was well aware of Grimmjow's cold personality. He had a few run-ins with the guy himself, and he wasn't counting down the seconds until their next encounter.

Ichigo's body immediately went on alert, preparing to meet this new threat even though Grimmjow was just sitting on the window ledge, everything about him screaming arrogant care-freeness. But Ichigo wasn't going to be fooled by this. No. The opal eyes shone like violent waves about to drown their oblivious pray. Even though this moment of silent sizing lasted no more than two minutes, to Ichigo it seemed to drag on forever. He briefly wondered if Keigo was still waiting for him…

'If you keep looking at me like that I'll take it as a challenge.' Grimmjow smirked and Ichigo snarled. It wasn't like him to lose his cool that easily but somehow this one guy always, ALWAYS, managed to get under his skin.

'What do you want?' Grimmjow looked amused at Ichigo's question and raised an eyebrow while his grin only stretched. It served to infuriate Ichigo further, like throwing straw on an already kindled flame.

'Me? What gives you the idea I want something from you?' Grimmjow made it sound like Ichigo was lower than dirt and he really didn't have anything of value to offer, not only to Grimmjow but anyone. The younger of the two could feel his muscles tensing and his skin bristling, ready to pounce. It annoyed him even further that he was so easily riled. It was like Grimmjow possessed some sort of remote control and he knew the perfect sequence of buttons to push in order to make Ichigo completely lose his head.

'Fuck you! You were the one staring first!' Ichigo's impromptu outburst only seemed to make Grimmjow more delighted. On the other hand, as soon as the words left Ichigo's mouth he was filled with regret. He had plenty of experience with bullies like Grimmjow. The sort that liked the hunt and if there was one thing he knew form all his experience was that as soon as he gave an inch into their mind games then it would only get worse.

'Ha! Looks like someone's in a hissy mood today. What's wrong Kurosaki? Can't deal with me checking you out?' Grimmjow smirked yet again when Ichigo blanked, confusion taking the place of his anger momentarily.

'Wh-What?' Ichigo managed to splutter a sort of coherent response, but that was about it. Was…Was Grimmjow, his somewhat nemesis, implying what Ichigo though he was implying?! No….Can't be! And yet…Somehow that thought didn't feel him with disgust or loathing, but rather with intrigue and curiosity.

'Careful. If you get any more flustered you'll give a whole new meaning to your name.' Ichigo reddened despite the warning, more with anger than anything else. No. There was only one thing he felt in regards to that frustrating, egoistical, self-centered, psychopathic, infuriating man. And it was NOT positive.

'Ugh. Fuck you.' Ichigo turned and left before Grimmjow had the chance to draw him into another confrontation.

'Hey Ichigo? Ichigo?... ICHIGO!' The boy startled and glanced around him as if he had just been woken from a very intense dream. Keigo and Mizuiro were looking at him with concern clearly showing on their faces. Ichigo had to sidestep back in time and remember how he got there, in the cafeteria with his two best friends sharing a table. Oh yes, after leaving Grimmjow he basically sprinted to his original destination, all the while losing himself further and further in his worrisome thoughts. All of them featuring a particular opal haired bully…

'Yeah, sorry. I was daydreaming. What did you say again?' He gave them a reassuring smile which seemed to pacify their concerns. Keigo immediately launched in another one of his ridiculous tales and Ichigo found himself drifting off again.

He wasn't certain why this encounter with Grimmjow bothered him so much. There was something that set it apart from all the other ones and he couldn't figure out what…To distract himself before going completely mad, he decided to run through everything he knew about Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

He was two years older than Ichigo, making him twenty, though he was in the same grade as him. He had to repeat the year due to his violent behaviour and bad grades. He very narrowly dodged expulsion. How?, Ichigo didn't know since surely the headmaster was not oblivious to his antics. Maybe he bribed the man in charge…It was no secret Grimmjow came from a wealthy background on account of his adopted father, Soske Aizen whose occupation remained a mystery. He also had a brother. Well, they were not related since he too had been adopted and they were as different as cats and dogs. If Ichigo remembered correctly his name was….what was it again? Oh yes, Ulquiorra Schiffer. The two loathed each other and they made no effort to hide it.

That was about as much as Ichigo knew when it came to Grimmjow's background. His country of birth was a mystery, as was his history. He knew Grimmjow had his own place where he lived alone, money clearly not being an issue. Ichigo shifted his attention to Grimmjow's school life. What did he know about that?

Well, the first time he had the misfortune of running into him, it had been a downcast day and he was rushing to get home, his clothes already soaked all the way through. The sound of his steps splashing into the numerous pools of water was as clear in his head as if he was running that very second. He could practically see the grey clouds glaring down on him and feel the cold trickles of water running down his bare arms.

He was circa ten minutes away from the shelter of his home when he heard a yell of pain followed by a senseless stream of pleas. Against his better instincts Ichigo paused in his steps and sharpened his hearing. He easily identified the source of the noise and with one glance over his shoulder in the direct of his home he broke into a sprint, ignoring the pelting raindrops. The nearer he got the more he could decipher the cluster of noises. Someone was laughing. Ichigo remembered thinking it sounded wrong. Distorted and insane. The sort of laughing which had his blood freezing and his heart pumping adrenaline.

When he looked at his feet he was stunned to find the water had a red coating and he remembered inhaling the irony scent of blood. Ichigo was afraid but at the same time too close to turn back then. He pushed his fears down and walked the last remaining steps, following the red stream to the mouth of a dark alley. He glanced around the corner, not stupid enough to simply rush in. The sight turned him to stone.

There must have been at least a dozen guys piled around, so motionless looking Ichigo instinctively assumed they were dead. With a sweeping glance he easily noticed broken noses, missing teeth, broken limbs and blood everywhere.

'P-Plea-ase...' The hiccuped plea brought Ichigo's attention away from the disfigured supposed corpses to the huddled figure of a man being held up by his collar. Ichigo recognised the dreadlocks and the golden canines. A well-known thug from a nearly school who infected the streets of Kurakura at night with his roaming gang. They did nothing but steal, vandalise and abuse the locals. But unfortunately their money provided clearance for most of their crimes. It drove Ichigo crazy when he heard this sort of elitist bullshit.

A fist made contact with the guy's mouth, rendering him silent and Ichigo watched one of the golden teeth pray loose and bounce off the hard pavement. This was the moment. The moment where he first laid eyes on the Panther King. And as soon as Ichigo saw the blood coated fists, the glossy eyes lost in their crazed enjoyment, the insane grin he knew the name was fully justified. From where he was rooted Ichigo had a perfect view of Grimmjow while being sufficiently hidden by the building's shadows to avoid detection.

'Shut up! You had your chance to get lost but you didn't so now just shut the fuck up.' Grimmjow punched the guy across the face again, just to add weight to his words, and Ichigo saw dreadlocks slumping into unconsciousness. Or death…It really was impossible to tell with absolute certainty.

Grimmjow noticed the guy was out as well and he practically threw him to the ground, like he would a piece of disgusting rubbish. His lip curled in disgust for a second before it resumed its wide grin of a few seconds earlier.

'Th-Thank you…' Ichigo snapped his attention to the new source of feminine noise. He hadn't noticed before but there, huddled against the wall as if wishing to make herself become one with the shadows, was a petite, pretty girl about his own age. Her bright red hair was plastered against her scalp, weighted down by the rain. She was shivering violently, but weather with fear or cold Ichigo could only speculate. He glanced back at Grimmjow and the gang of thugs and he put two and two together. Had Grimmjow just saved the girl? She certainly seemed to think so…

However, Grimmjow walked away. He either didn't hear the girl or didn't care. Ichigo speculated it was the later but a seed of doubt remained. Could it be that the Panther King was not so demonic as the rumours claimed after all?...

Only now, in hindsight did Ichigo realize how naïve that hope had been.

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