I do not own Bleach... well... I own some Clorox that is in my laundry room but I don't think that counts, and if I did own Bleach it would be filled with yummy yaoi goodness!

No flames please but constructive criticism is always welcome! This is my first fic... I'm sure it's sucky poo but hey, I tried.

This hasn't been beta'd so if you'd like to do it or if you have any tips they would be GREATLY appreciated.

Rating: M (for later chapters, if you likey the story that is! Oh yes, the idea's are already in my head!)

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Beyond the haze of white snow blanketing Karakura Town sat a lone figure, a mass of orange hair and long lean limbs. The predator watched the snow dance gracefully around his beautiful prey. An almost overwhelming amount of emotions rushed to the surface of his mind and heart. He had waited so long for this moment, and knew that it was now or never.

Two Years Earlier

They had been enemy's from the moment they met, but in an instant the teal haired man realized that he did not hate the redhead, his feelings were quite the opposite. Their final battle was all the confirmation he needed. As he looked into the eyes of his rival he felt the similar feelings of love, lust, and admiration emanating from the redhead, but Ichigo had an obligation; to protect his friends and those he loved, and Grimmjow was a threat. With one last blow the strawberry thought this threat was gone, defeated; dead.

Ichigo's final hit broke the remainder of Grimmjow's hollow mask. As it crumbled to the ground the Espada could feel his powers crumbling with it, and he was almost happy to see it gone. Almost. Grimmjow knew what being powerless would mean.

The Espada went into a self imposed exile. With most of his powers gone what else was he to do? He could not return to Las Noches, Aizen would kill him for failing his mission, so he wandered Heco Mundo and the living world for the better part of two years, just waiting for the right time to make his re-appearance.

A lot happened in those two years.

Not long after Grimmjow's defeat, Ichigo cut down the biggest threat of all… Aizen. All Grimmjow could do was watch from afar and it almost killed him to see HIS strawberry almost fall at that monster, Aizen's, hands. But as usual, Ichigo prevailed, but just barely. The battle was intense and Ichigo almost lost but Aizen was too confident and underestimated his opponent. The ruler of Las Noches let his guard down too soon, for the tan redhead still had some fight left in him. Before Aizen knew what hit him, he was dead.

The teal haired man watched the whole fight in awe and horror. Grimmjow was amazed that no one sensed his presence, but it was not surprising considering everyone thought him to long gone. It took all of the power within Grimmjow to not run to Ichigo the second Ichigo cut down Aizen. Although Ichigo was broken emotionally and bleeding physically, he still managed to rescue the remainder of his friends. Ichigo had gotten so much stronger within the sort time between defeating Grimmjow and defeating Aizen.

Three Months Ago

Grimmjow had been wandering through Karakura in hopes that he would catch a glimpse of his strawberry. Even though he had been doing it for nearly two years, it still felt strange to be walking down a busy sidewalk amongst humans as if he were one of them. Why would they think any differently though? With the remainder of his hollow mask gone, he looked like any other normal person, and the more he lived among them, the more he felt like one them. The emotions he rarely felt as a hollow began flooding his brain and heart the second he stepped into the living world after being broken by Ichigo.

Leisurely walking down a deserted street Grimmjow felt a familiar reiatsu. Even though he could no longer sense reiatsu as well as he once did, he could still feel it when it was close enough.

Just as Grimmjow was about to turn around a shaggy blond haired man appeared in front of him. The former Espada knew he had seen him before, perhaps fought him, but couldn't really place who he was, so he continued walking.

"He talks about you, ya know?" said the blond without missing a beat. He walked with Grimmjow without looking at him

"Tch, figures"

"He's not the same since he 'killed' you."

"…."

"Kurosaki-kun has withdrawn from everyone and everything since defeating Aizen… and you…"

"Why are you telling me this?" growled Grimmjow. He was slightly annoyed by the mans sudden presence but was intrigued non-the-less.

"Because I know you're the reason he has changed, of course"

"…."

"Go see him, it might ease his conscious."

"Are you going to tell him that I was here?"

"No. It's not my place, but it is my place to tell you that you should see him."

"What's in it for you?" Grimmjow stopped and eyed the suspicious man closely. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with a man he didn't really know.

"I'll get to see Kurosaki happy again… and I'm sure his hollow will be happy to see the storms stop" the blond chuckled.

"Is he okay?"

"Physically yes... emotionally... no. He's much stronger than when you fought him, he was even offered a captains position but turned it down... Kurosaki said he'd rather remain a substitute shinigami forever and be with his family than to have to deal with all that comes with becoming a captain."

"...."

"He doesn't seek out his friends anymore. They try to visit him and get him to go out but he always has an excuse. Orihime especially has been distraught to see him like he is."

"Is that the annoying bitch he was trying to save in Las Noches?"

"Please do not speak of her that way Mr. Jaegerjaquez." snapped the blond.

Grimmjow knew this man was strong, much stronger than he, even at his strongest. For that reason he dared not to push him.

"Sorry" grumbled Grimmjow.

"She cares about Kurosaki very much, too much really, it's a little creepy, but her heart is in the right place. And to answer your question, yes, she was the one."

"...."

The man stopped walking and placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder,

"Please, just go see him."

"Eventually" replied the former Espada. He wanted to see him and needed to see him, but how to approach him was a whole other issue. "Thanks"

The mysterious blond man smiled warmly at Grimmjow, "No, thank you." And with that Urahara was gone.

"Asshole" Grimmjow grumbled. He wanted to hear more but since the man left as quickly as he showed up the Espada was left alone to contemplate how to make his move.

Several months later here he was, finally, standing just yards away from the object of his desire, almost frozen in fear.

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So that's it for now! Tell me what you think! I've started on the next chapter but if you think the story's complete shit I won't bother. .