Disclaimer: I clearly don't own Bleach, 'cause if I did, then this totally would have been a fluff episode.

A/N: Not sure if this counts as GrimmIchi, but Grimmjow does have a dream about Ichigo, not really a good dream though...

Swords clashed together, kicks were thrown and blows where dodged. And Grimmjow could not be having a better dream. He was dreaming about that orange haired vizard, Ichigo Kurosaki. No, not in a creepy or inappropriate way. Nope, just your standard, totally normal, fighting your biggest rival, and totally whooping ass, dream.

They had been exchanging blows for a bit, Grimmjow was quite pleased that he was winning (because he totally would have), until the blue haired espada swiped with his Zanpakuto, nearly slicing Kurosaki's head off. But, the carrot top leaned back at the last moment, Grimmjow's blade only taking a bit of his hair off.

Ichigo just stopped. That was not what Grimmjow wanted though. He wanted to continue their fight, even if it was only a dream. But alas, the orange haired soul reaper just kept looking at him astonished.

And then everything went to shit. Spiritual pressure suddenly blew up around Kurosaki. His mask, which had been destroyed earlier, reappeared on his face. Grimmjow's eyes widened as he stared in astonishment, before the strawberry disappeared from his sight completely.

Before Grimmjow had time to react, a foot, presumably Kurosaki's, was planted in his back, sending him fly into the street below. Less than a second after he landed, well more crashed, a strong hand gripped onto his upper arm and threw him up and to the side. This time he landed on his back, the sky above him swirling in circles.

Grimmjow groaned at the pain in his head as he attempted to at least sit up. A blur of orange entered his vision before a pressure on his chest shoved him back onto the ground, and farther in.

As Grimmjow's vision began to clear, he saw Kurosaki's scowling face, as the mask was gone again. Kurosaki then raised his blade, which was still in Bankai, over the center of the blunette espada's chest.

"Don't ever fuck with my hair," was all the carrot top said before he plunged the blade down. Right before it connected with his chest, Grimmjow woke with a start.

"Note to self, don't touch his hair," Grimmjow mumbled to himself before slowly climbing out of bed to get dressed. There was no way he was he was going to be able to fall asleep again after that.

A/N: Yea, I know it was weird, but I got the idea off a dream, or nightmare, that my friend had. What happens with their dream was that an overly flamboyant Ichigo showed up on their doorstep, ate all their food then used all their hair products. Any who, I will, at some point, be posting an actually AU GrimmIchi story, so be looking forward to that. And don't read it, or really any of my Bleach fics, if you like Orihime. Also one more note, this is one of the fics that doesn't tie into my version of the Bleach cannon.