A/N: Sup peeps! This is my first non- Naruto- related thing I've written, and that trophy goes to the character and anime/manga...(drumroll please)...Grimmjow Jeagerjaques of Bleach! Why am I so obsessed with this blue haired maniac? Does anyone have a cure? Anyways (just getting this long A/N out of the way), it was inspired by an unfinished story by xLonely Soldierx and also, I will try to upload on a daily basis, but honestly, don't expect any kind of pattern. Don't worry, if there are actually people who want to keep reading the story when I, myself, have lost interest, I'll wrap it up so I won't leave you guys hanging :] That being said, please enjoy!

Chapter 1

The day was dark and pouring rain when Grimmjow fell from the garganta. The heavy rain drenched his already injured body in mere seconds.

The fall seemed to take forever, but when the time came for his body to meet the ground, it happened in an instant. His right shoulder took the brunt of the impact, and then the rest of his body smacked against the sidewalk limply. The wounds in his arms and back had probably turned from a flow to a gushing river of black arrancar blood. Thankfully, the bastards in Hueco Mundo had been dumb enough not to confiscate his sword, Pantera. But even with his powerful zanpakuto strapped to his side, he could barely move a hand to wield it. Grimmjow lay on the sidewalk facedown, with his head turned to the left. It was pathetic really, the Sexta Espada reduced to not even being able to defend himself? Cold rain poured down on him, soaking his black, blood- stained clothes. Because of the weather and darkness, even the lights from the nearby houses didn't illuminate the body lying on the ground.

The sixth Espada made a soft noise, more a groan from pain than anything. His face still bore its usual scowl, blue eyebrows knit together, cerulean eyes narrowed. Grimmjow closed them, sighing softly from anger and, although he would never admit it, helplessness.

How could this have happened? I'm the king! Damn! Damn that Aizen...damn him... damn, damn... Grimmjow thought, as his mind started to slowly drift off. His eyes slid halfway open, staring blankly out in front of him. Even in the dark night, his keen eyesight could see an even darker color spreading out, swirling with the rain water. It was probably seeping out from his wounds. Who cared anyways? If he was going to die, who cared how badly he was injured?

Grimmjow's eyes slid shut, the teal markings under them no longer complimenting the blue orbs above.

Mikan sipped her warm tea, listening to the rain pound on the roof of Urahara shop. Said owner chuckled, lifting his head up at the noise.

"My, it sure is quite a torrent, tonight, isn't it?" He said in his trademark, slightly sarcastic sounding, voice. "I'd hate to be caught up in that right now."

Mikan agreed by smiling, setting down her cup and standing up from the floor. "Should I go lock up the shop up front? I know that you didn't do it, Kisuke." She said to him. Urahara responded by laughing nervously. "Well what makes you say that?"

"I know you too well." She said back, and left the room to lock the store for the night.

Mikan walked to the doors, opening them for a second, to check to make sure no one was there and poking around. Her brown eyes swept across the surroundings, squinting out at the sidewalk, the rain making it hard to properly see, but it looked to her as if there was a something there, too dark to see clearly. Something like, a body.

"What the hell?" She whispered to herself. Mikan had watched one too many horror movies to know how this went. A heavy rain day? Mysterious body- shaped object? A lone girl?

Despite what her thumping heart was telling her, Mikan was just too curious, and after all, if it were someone in trouble, all the more reason to check it out, right? She grabbed an umbrella leaning against the wall inside the shop and slipped on a pair of shoes. The air was a bit cold and thick from the rain. Mikan walked closer to the shape, lips slightly parted. The nervous girl's eyes darted around, suspicious of anything that was too dark to see clearly. Which included the "body."

I should've brought Urahara, Mikan thought as she closed the remaining distance to the dark silhouette.

Her hands grasping the umbrella shook slightly when she took in the bloody sight.

Even with the low experience Mikan had with matters such as hollows and other spiritual beings, she could feel from the weak spiritual pressure still lingering in the air that it was a man, an arrancar. His face wasn't visible, shielded by drenched blue hair. Never the one for fights and battles when Ichigo and his friends went to fight hollows, Mikan's eyes couldn't help but start to water when she saw the state he was in. Ripped, tattered clothes that were stained with a black substance, deep cuts on both upper arms, smaller wounds on the legs, and a neat slash from the hollow hole to the left shoulder.

Mikan bit her lip, not sure what to do. "Oh damn it," she cursed softly, "what's Urahara going to say when I drag in a hollow body, nonetheless?" She said with a bit of dry humor. But disregarding that fact, it was her heart that beat out her mind in the end. Carefully lifting both the blue haired man's arms, Mikan held the umbrella in between her cheek and shoulder, and slowly dragged the mysterious hollow towards the warmth of Urahara's shop. The sound of the stranger's knees dragging on the floor made Mikan wince, but it couldn't be helped.

When finally she reached the shop, she kicked the doors closed, panting from the effort it took to lug the heavy body, despite the fact that the bluenette was actually quite fit, he was still significantly larger than Mikan, who barely stood at five foot three.

"Urahara! Hannataro! Get over here, and quickly, dammit!" She yelled, a rare moment. Immediately, Urahara barged in, followed by Hannataro and Renji. All three of them took a step back simultaneously, which would've been funny for Mikan if that situation at hand weren't so serious. Mikan looked up at them from her spot on her knees next to the arrancar. Her eyes shined with something- hope?

"Please. Help him." She begged. Mikan knew he was the enemy, but for some reason, she didn't think she could bear it if he were to die when she had the ability to save him.

Urahara let out a deep sigh, then gestured for Hinnataro to comply. The squad four member looked surprise, but obliged anyway, momentarily going out of the room only to return with bandages, rags, and a bin of water. Renji faced Urahara.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't you know he's the Espada that beat up Ichigo and nearly killed Rukia?!" He asked with a raising voice.

"I know exactly what kind of risks and danger we're dealing with right now. He's Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, the sixth Espada. However, I can't help but wonder why none of us sensed his spiritual pressure. After all, isn't he an Espada?" He wondered out loud. Renji blinked, starting to comprehend what Urahara was saying. Mikan watched Hinnataro work, occasionally helping hand a wet rag or bandage.

"Where exactly did you find him?" Urahara asked Mikan.

"He was just lying there on the sidewalk. I didn't see anybody else." She said. Urahara made a curious sound, tapping his finger against his chin.

"In his current state, I doubt he'll be able to do anything. Renji, go call Ichigo and the others and tell them to come over immediately." Urahara said. The redhead nodded and exited the room.

Next to Grimmjow, Mikan got a good look at the arrancar for the first time. His hair, she had to admit, was a lovely shade of blue, and there were sharp teal markings under his closed eyes. His right side of his jaw was where his hollow bone fragment was, and of course, there was the unmistakable hollow hole in his abdomen.

Hinnataro finished wrapping Grimmjow's left shoulder up and pulled cleaned sheets just below his chin. "He should be out of any immediate danger now. We'll just have to let his body do the rest." He said and left the room with the supplies.

Mikan sighed and looked over at the sleeping Espada. She didn't think he looked so big and scary when he was asleep. In fact, with his face peaceful and with his mouth slightly parted, he looked almost innocent. Of course, Mikan knew better to think that. She just didn't want to think about the things he'd done.

Hesitantly, Mikan hovered her hand over his face, and then gently brushed the back of it against his forehead, moving the small locks of hair that flopped right back to place when she removed her hand. Mikan retreated her hand immediately, a little shocked at what she had just done. If someone had been in the room with her, would she still have done it?

Perhaps it was best to give him some space, albeit he was unconscious. Mikan stood up and grasped the door knob, her eyes lingered one last time on Grimmjow's face, then at the sheet that covered the wounds she knew were there. Before she left to join the others, she whispered, more to herself than anyone, "You'll be alright."

A/N: End of chapter 1! I really hope it didn't seem too dragged out, everything just needed to fall in place before the good stuff can hapen :)If you liked it, maybe leave a review? If you didn't, maybe leave a review? If you really liked it, maybe give it a follow? {more shameless advertising}