A/N: Hi guys! This is my first story, so please cut me a little slack (^^)
In summary, Ichigo dies (IT'S NOT A SAD STORY), and he is reborn in Huenco mundo, and since he's all special and stuff, he is recreated as an adjucah with a ton of spirit pressure, enough to be a vasto Lorde and he's found by Grimmjow. Grimmjow takes him back and Ichigo becomes an Arrancar, something goes weird in the process and his mask breaks as soon as it is created so he is a three-year-old. Aizen is captured, but returning. The Espada can sense it, only in this fanfic, I don't know if he is returning in the actual manga. These are the adventures that Ichigo and the Espada have looking after each other. If you actually bothered to read all that, then there are no surprises, but I don't own Bleach, I am not awesome enough. SO… ON GOES THE STORY!

Chapter 1 (Strange landing): Ichigo POV

I looked at the dark gray sky; it was an almost black with that eerie sense to it. The purple was blending into the shadows of the invisible clouds. I sat up and rubbed the back of my neck which was cramped and an instinct shot through my brain. With the same 'hand' I swept it across and behind me laid a hollow which died on impact. I raised my hand to it and the spirit particles were absorbed and I could feel myself gaining spiritual pressure. But as my spiritual pressure increase, so did the overall atmospheric pressure, something was coming towards me, a human like figure. The pressure was rival to that of my own at a controlled state. It came towards me and even though I strained my eyes to see, they refused to look at it as anything other than a towering figure. I put my hands up in defense and the hand that was looking to slice me was stopped. I looked up and gazed at my arch enemy; a blue-haired demon with the temperance of a boiled vegetable and the resemblance to cat; Grimmjow, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.

"Grimmjow," I growled.

"Shut up, I, Grimmjow, Sexta Espada, Vast Lorde of Huenco Muendo, am about to devour you, be happy, you lowly adjucahs. Be happy that you didn't end up being eaten by a Gillian," He said snobbishly.

The hand hit my armored body… wait, my ARMORED body? …HOLY SHIT I'M A HOLLOW, and I can see Las Noches, no wonder Grimmjow is here. I need my human body to fight. In the frustration, I yelled, loudly, "SHUT UP!"

While clutching his hand at the fact that it failed to slice me in half, he stared at me in puzzlement, "Just who the hell are you?" he asked.

"It's me!" I yelled.

"Me, who?" he asked. Man, can that guy be an idiot.

"No it's Ichigo, you dumbass!"

"Shut up, you lowly hollow, tell me who you are and how you got a hold of that much spiritual pressure and stayed an adjucah."

"Grimmjow, listen! I know you hate me, but listen, it's me, Kurosaki Ichigo!"

"Kurosaki? How the hell did you end up here?"

"I don't know, I don't know what kind of a hollow I am, I don't know why I'm a hollow, and I don't know how I ended up here!"

"Here," said Grimmjow, leading a hand out to me, "Don't think too much, we're both hollows. We have to help each other outta shit sometimes."

"Thanks," I replied with my gratitude glowing all out. He sonidoed over and over again to pick up speed, and it really hurt me because I wasn't in a very mobile body. The body my soul was put into was fat, heavily armored, and almost unmovable; God knows how he carried me.

"I wish—"I stopped talking in between sonidoes to catch my breath, "I wish—"

"Spit it out," said Grimmjow.

"I wish I hadmyhumanbodyback!" It took a lot of energy to finally get it out in one breath. And I was panting and sweating my ass off, to say the least.

"You'll get it back, that's why I'm taking you to Las Noches."

"La[s noches]-!"

Grimmjow had made an abrupt stop at the door; he pushed it open and yelled, "HONEY, I'M HOME!"

"Shut up, trash," said the green-eyed emo-looking man," Sadly, I'm the only one here currently."

"Psshh, speak for yourself, Emocar," replied Grimmjow, "By the way, I brought a guest."

"Stop talking to me like I'm your wife or something," snapped Ulquiorra. I remembered his name, how could I not, he literally killed me once. He glanced over at me, "Such a strangely familiar spirit pressure, yet I wonder," he looked at Grimmjow, "Trash, why did you bring this trashy adjucah in here?"

"Douchebag, it's not an adjucah, it's Kurosaki," Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow and Grimmjow face-palmed, "KUROSAKI, that orange-haired kid that came to save the red-headed girl with big boobs, the one that kicked your ass in to last Tuesday, remember now?"

"The boy who supposedly saved that Inoue Girl? The boy that killed Aizen-sam-, Aizen, I mean."

"YES!" Grimmjow yelled in relief.

"What does he need," said Ulquiorra trying to avoid my sight.

"What he NEEDS is his human body, he needs to be transformed, and he needs the power of the hougoukyo."

"Why should we help him?" Ulquiorra asked a good question.

"Because, he is one of us and he has a lot of spiritual pressure, he skipped the stage of the Gillian and he has the power of a Vast Lord," Grimmjow replied.

"Come here, lower life form," Ulquiorra motioned me towards him. I came on all fours because I could maintain my balance on my hind legs.

"I have the new hogyoku, the improved one," he turned around to glance at Grimmjow, "are you coming, you imbecile?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… Don't get your panties in a knot," Grimmjow replied.

"Kurosaki, child, follow me, while Grimmjow recovers from his gender confusion."

Grimmjow went red, "Shut up! Why is Kurosaki 'child' while the rest of us are still trash?"

"Because he is—or shall I say was—a good opponent to me and had managed to defeat me. Something that you can't do," he put a finger on Grimmjow's nose. Boy, have these two grown together through the past few years. I followed him into the next room with Grimmjow on my heel. Ulquiorra held out a purple sphere in a glass box to my hand.

"Go ahead, touch it," he said. I cautiously placed a hand on it, all feeling drowned away, my body was numb as it changed form, kinda like death. But the ripping of flesh could be felt and I bit my lips. There I lay in human—Arrancar—form. I was on my stomach.

"Damn," I could hear Grimmjow say, "Do they always come out like this?"

"Yes, Grimmjow, sometimes, they come out like children they advance to their adult form as soon as they're mask grows and they experience a life changing event."

Grimmjow laid his eyes on me, "Put some clothes on, kid!"

I was about to cry, my 3 year old brain didn't know what else to do. I glanced over at a mirror conveniently place across from me, I rubbed my face where my hollow mask had appeared, a thin bone piece across my face that was trying to reach all the way around my head.

"I said, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Grimmjow barked.

There were tears streaking down my face and my cheeks were becoming hot.

"Grimmjow, you idiot, you made him cry," Ulquiorra scolded Grimmjow.

"I didn't mean to-"
"Since you are so obsessed with the clothing of this child why don't you go get the spare in Syzael's room."

"Fine…." Groaned Grimmjow as he stalked out the door.

Ulquiorra scooped me up, probably because I had my hands up in the air.

"A very peculiar creature, indeed," he said as he ran his hand through my hair.

He sat down and put me on his lap; he turned me around and stared at the glint in my eyes, "Same eyes… Those irises burning with passion, flaring with power, even at such a young age."

A/N: How was it? Good, bad? R&R always appreciated, another thing; this is currently rated T and probably will be for the next few chapters but I wanted to make it M. I don't know what the audience wants. It will hint at Grimmulqui, GrimmIchi, NnoiNel, and so on. But I don't want to do it if nobody wants it, I really want to put hardcore yaoi, lemons, and smut in it.