Another Bleach fanfic... ^^;

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tite Kubo's characters~!!

WARNINGS: Complete randomnes, some humor scenes, some sad scenes and whatnot...

Chapter One: OOF.

How could this of happened? There had to be some sort of ingenious plan... But whatever it was, Grimmjow couldn't tell what it was. Despite his brain still being the same, he was smaller. To his complete and utter horror, he had appeared in the human world one morning.

Not only that... But he was tiny! A shrimp! A midget! A freak! Grimmjow was trapped in the body of a eight-year-old for the time being and he didn't have any idea how it happened.

At the moment, Grimmjow found himself sitting on the edge of a sandbox in the playground in Karakura town. All by himself. He still had part of his Hollow mask, thank goodness, but his powers had decreased immensely. It was so depressing.

Grimmjow sighed and glared at the sand. He had been sitting there for four hours now with nothing to do. So, he finally got up and left the playground. He couldn't even figure out how to act.

He'd seen the other snotfaced kids picking their noses and sobbing a lot, but he wasn't into that. No. Absolutely not.

Grimmjow walked down the street, wincing every so often when and adult shoved him in the crowded city. Grimmjow stopped at the corner of a street, looking at the huge ass buildings surrounding them. He was surprised his neck didn't snap at how high he had to look up!

Walking for hours, Grimmjow took a rest outside a small general store, his stomach growling pitifully. He reached up a tiny hand to flick hair from his face, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he found a little girl in his face.

"Hey! What the Fuck?!" Grimmjow shouted angrily at the light-brown haired girl, who giggled at him.

"Tee hee~ You talk like my brother in the morning. I saw you walking all around the city today... Why haven't you gone home?" She asked, sitting beside him. Grimmjow glared at her.

"I can't! Why should I tell you anyway?!"

"My name's Yuzu! Kurosaki Yuzu!" The girl beamed. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jea- Kurosaki?!" He demanded, turning on Yuzu, who smiled innocently.

"Yea. Have you met one of my other family members?"

"Your dickface of a brother!" Grimmjow retorted. Yuzu sweated.

"You have a potty mouth..."

"I'll shove a sock down your throat if you don't-"

"Hey, do you wanna come to my house? I have food for you." Yuzu smiled.

"No, I don't want your filthy human food-" Grimmjow cut off as his stomach knotted and growled. Yuzu giggled. Grimmjow felt an odd feeling heat his face. What was it? Weeeeird...

"Come on, Grimm! I'll get you some food!"

"My name's not- WAH!" Grimmjow yelped as Yuzu grabbed his hand and tore him to his feet, dragging him down the street toward her home.

xxxxx

Upon arriving, Yuzu stepped into the kitchen, still holding Grimmjow's hand tightly.

"Daddyyyyy! Ichigo! Kariiiiin! Anybody home?!" She called, looking around. Grimmjow panicked a little. What would Ichigo think if he found him like this?! Oh the humiliation! The horror! He had to hide!

"Wait, wait!" Grimmjow hissed, covering her mouth. Yuzu looked at him, blinking in confusion.

"What? What's wrong, Grimm?" She asked. Grimmjow pouted in irritation at the nickname without even knowing it.

"Uhm, I don't do well with families. Why can't you just give me some food and I'll hit the road?" He asked. Yuzu's eyes got bubbly and sad.

"But, I can't leave you all alone in the city. There are lots of scary people out there."

"I've been here for two days and nothing's happened to me. Look, just give me the food or-"

"Yuzu, who the Hell is that?" A girl's voice demanded. Yuzu looked up as Karin came into the kitchen with a glare locked on Grimmjow, who glared back.

"This is Grimmjow! I found him in front of the general store."

"Found me?! Do I look like a lost kitten?!" Grimmjow barked.

"Yuzu, didn't dad tell you to stop bringing strangers home?" Karin asked, irritated. Yuzu pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

"But, he's really nice! And I didn't want him to starve. He says he's can't go back home." She replied. Karin eyed Grimmjow suspiciously, finding something oddly familiar about the eight-year-old. She could have sworn he looked like someone else...

Grimmjow opened his mouth to snap at them both when a familiar voice came from the hallway.

"Yuzu, Karin... What are you guys-" Ichigo walked into the room, then stopped talking. Yuzu and Karin were staring at the back door where Grimmjow had made a fast get away.

Grimmjow sprinted down the street as fast as his new eight-year-old legs would carry him, panting as sweat spotted his forehead. Gah, that was close. A second longer and Kurosaki would have seen me looking like-like... Like this! Ugh, of all the rotten luck in the world... He thought bitterly, then rounded a corner.

KA-BLAM!

Grimmjow winced and stumbled backwards on his ass. He jerked his head up, glaring at a pair of men, dressed in gangster-like attire.

"Move it, you fucking jerks!" Grimmjow barked. The taller man stared down at the child. He didn't seen an all powerful Espada or anything. He simply saw an eight-year-old dressed in a funky looking Halloween costume.

"Hey, kid. You're a few weeks late." He laughed.

"Halloween was last month, kiddo." The other one agreed.

"Say that again and I'll tear your throats out!" Grimmjow snapped, glaring. The taller one reached out and snatched Grimmjow up by the collar of his tiny jacket. Grimmjow winced, then out a gasp of surprise as he was hoisted high into the air over the gangster's head.

"You got a big mouth kid."

"Maybe you should break it, Hisashi." The smaller one snickered. Hisashi chuckled.

"Good idea. That should teach him to shut his trap." He laughed and reeled his fist back. Grimmjow squirmed frantically, kicking at the man, but nothing worked. He was trapped!!

"Put him down." A voice ordered. Hisashi dropped his fist and looked over. Grimmjow dreaded to look, but had to anyway. Kurosaki Ichigo stood there with a hand on his hip an a ever-present frown on his face.

"What're you gonna do if I don't?" Hisashi demanded, tightening his grip. Grimmjow made a choking sound, squeezing his eyes shut as his lungs burned.

Whoa, shit... I've never felt like this before...! It hurts! And I can't use a cero to blow his fucking head off! He thought horrified.

"Fine, have it your way." Ichigo snapped and swung his foot out.

WHAP! His foot collided with Hisashi's head, knocking him backwards into his friend. Grimmjow was released and hit the ground, landing on his hands and knees. He coughed, holding his throat as he sucked in gulp after gulp of sweet air.

"Dude, let's get outta here!" Hisashi's friend cried and bolted off. Hisashi glared at Ichigo before taking off. Ichigo watched them go, then whirled to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the street was empty. He blinked, scratching the side of his head.

"That was weird... I could've sworn I just saw Grimmjow... I need to get more sleep..." He mumbled to himself and turned to go, completely unnoticing that Grimmjow was hiding behind a trashcan.

This is stupid! I need to find someway to get back to Hueco Mundo! I can't walk around like this! And I definitely need to avoid any Soul Reapers... He thought angrily as he hugged his knees to his chest. Life just couldn't get any worse...

KA-BOOM!

Grimmjow squeaked, jumping at the sound of the loud crackle of thunder that echoed through the sky. He groaned as rain began to pour down upon his head, pooling in the streets immediately. He hated getting wet...

He sat there and sat there, letting his body become utterly soaked. His hair stuck to his face and head, coming out of its gel-like style. He sat there, glaring at the wall in front of him as he hugged his knees close.

Life sucked...

xxxx

Eventually, Grimmjow had fallen asleep in a puddle of dirty rain. His head rested on his hands as he slept. He wasn't comfy, but he was asleep and happy now... Until something woke him up. It sounded like a voice...? A very faint one...

"Excuse me... Kid, wake up..." It was annoying. Grimmjow wanted to kill whoever it was. He peeked an eye open and was met with a pair of bright eyes in his face. He spasmed and jolted back, slamming into the trash can behind him. An adult was crouched down near him, staring in awe.

"Oh! Are you all right?" The young woman asked. Grimmjow stared at her blankly.

"Uh?" He tried. The woman made a sniffle.

"Awww, you poor thing! Abandoned here all by yourself! What horrible parents would do this to such a thing? Here, come home with me. I'll give you some new clothes and some food." She offered. Grimmjow grinned.

Perfect. I didn't even have to do anything! I'm like some kind of super cute sort of kid... I guess that's one advantage. He thought with a shrug and stood up slowly. The woman took his hand and led him into her large home nearby.

Grimmjow thought it smelled like a laundry mat, but then again... The lady left him in the bathroom standing naked while she went to fetch him some clothes. He looked around curiously in the bathroom, searching for something he might need to take with him on his quest to find his way back to Hueco Mundo.

He only came up with some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls (which he tried to hide to take with him for sure), and towels. Weird bathroom, Grimmjow noted. Soon, the woman came back, handing him a pile of clothes.

"Just get dressed in those and come to the kitchen! I'll be cooking a nice big lunch for you!" She beamed and left him alone. Grimmjow scowled at her cheeriness, then dropped the clothes.

He pulled on a pair of black boxers, a pair of beige corduroy jeans, a dark blue t-shirt with the number six on it (ironically enough), and a small gray zip-up sweatshirt. He had trouble with the silly white socks and the black sneakers, but eventually got them on.

He already missed his Espada uniform and wished the lady would hurry up and wash it for him. He stepped out of the bathroom, having shoved the cotton balls into the pockets of his jeans. He followed the delicious scent of meat into the kitchen and found to his delight that the lady had left a nice plate of sausage and bacon on the kitchen table.

Eagerly, Grimmjow ran up to the table and stole a handful of each type of meat and shoved it into his mouth, chomping only a few times before swallowing all of it whole. Without waiting for his Espada uniform, he was off. He bolted out the door and ran into the street, heading straight for the city again.

He felt a little bad for leaving his beautiful uniform behind, but it had to be done. He hoped he still had a spare in Hueco Mundo. Grimmjow came around a corner and bumped into a long pair of legs.

"For fuck's sake, how many people am I gonna fucking smash into?!" He yelled and lifted his head and froze.

"Grimmjow...?!" Ishida Uryû stared in disbelief down at the eight-year-old version of the Sexta Espada. Chad stood beside him, his eyes wide.

"Is that really...?" His voice trailed. Grimmjow took a step back.

"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about-"

"That is Grimmjow! I know that talk anywhere." Uryû added bitterly. Grimmjow spun around to run the other way, but Chad caught him by the collar of his sweatshirt and shirt, jerking him high into the air.

"Heyyyy!! Put me down, you giant freak of nature!! If you don't fucking put me down, I'll mutilate you! Hear me?!" Grimmjow screamed, flailing about.

"We should definitely talk to Ichigo about this." Uryû proclaimed. Grimmjow froze, then groaned.

"Nooo!!"

A/N: Yea, I'm working on improving my Bleach fanfics. I just had to get these down. :) Cute Grimmjow child. So adorable... Anyway~ Please review kindly, no flames please. Thank you so much for reading!