A/N: Hello. And this time we're here with a little nice series. Short one-shots and drabbles based on songs for GrimmIchi. Some may be linked and other's will not, some are Au's. Some are inspired from a comnination or duet of songs so i really suggest listening to the music to get a feel for the writing. Some of them may not make sense until later or at all.

None of the characters belong to me however

Reviews are welcome and greatly appreciated.

Song: Bad Blood by Taylor Swift

The adrenaline coursed through both men's veins as their swords clashed, sparks emanating from the scraping metal as they pulled back and lunged again. Despite the blurred mindset of violence consuming their minds, a deep rooted subconscious thought tugged at their minds. It was like Deja vu', and the two warriors were not willing to leave it at the fact that this was their third battle. No, it went much further then that.

Brown met cerulean, and both were surprised to find the connection there, to see that the other understood the feeling. Grimmjow grinned, fangs showing.

"Seems familiar, doesn't it?" He asked, attempting to swipe from the left, but somehow knew that the Shinigami would block it. He was proven correct as his opponent slid his Zanpaktou over his arm to block the blow.

"Yeah...As a matter of fact it does."

"Funny huh...But I think I know." His grin widened, and he lunged, grabbing Ichigo's arm that held his Zanpaktou as he swept them both over the dune until Ichigo's back slammed against the sturdy wall of the building behind him. Ichigo's grimace was quickly noted, and something in Grimmjow flared when the Shinigami closed his eyes to maintain the pain.

"NO! LOOK AT ME!" He roared, wanting that connection back, even if neither understood it. Ichigo's eyes snapped open at the urgency in Grimmjow's outburst, connecting their gazes once more. Grimmjow slammed his own sword into the wall, right next to Ichigo's face as he let go of Ichigo's arm, placing it on the other side of the Shinigami.

"Thats right. I know you." Fragments of the familiar yet unfamiliar memory were brought to both men's attention.

Swords clashing...

A swipe to the left, a block

Yelling...

Two final strikes, each connecting to their intended target.

Rain falling from the sky, diluting the blood that poured from their wounds.

An apology and a kiss...

And a goodbye.

Time seemed to freeze for the both of them as the fragmented memory of a past they did not remember or know, causing their ambitions to crash down in a wave of uncertainty.

Dazed, Ichigo lifted a hand to trail across the scar he had left on Grimmjow's chest, and then his widened eyes trailed up to Grimmjow's face. He blinked, as if seeing for the first time. This wound...It wasn't a completely new slash Grimmjow had obtained. He had wielded the same scar before.

Grimmjow grabbed the hand, yanking it up towards his face. He allowed Ichigo's scent to waft over his nose, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to face the Shinigami. He could see his own emotions reflecting in those eyes. Confusion, frustration, amazement...

Blue eyes watched as the Shinigami gathered the words to speak.

"This...has never been new to us. We've...known..."

"We knew each other..." Grimmjow finished for him.

"We know each other." Ichigo corrected. Silence, the blood rushing through their veins seeming to slow down itself as Grimmjow leaned down so that he was just a breath away from Ichigo's face.

"I know you...I..." Ichigo repeated the Espada's word's from before, and Grimmjow nodded. "I remember...that you were an asshole."

Grimmjow barked in laughter, nodding again as he settled his chin against Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo couldn't help but snort as he closed his eyes. "But you said sorry before we..."

"Yeah. And if I remember right..." Grimmjow pulled away, a devious expression carved onto his features. "You gave me something in return."

The Sexta had only been half-joking, so it was expected but unexpected when Ichigo grabbed the front of his jacket and connected their mouths in a messy and rough kiss. But that was just the way they were.

It was the way they had always been.