A/N: Hi, SofusGirl here. Just posting another fanfic, this time a Bleach/BtVS xover. Hopefully someone will read and enjoy it :D I've tried my best to keep everyone in character, but I'm still sort of new to this, so if they're OOC at any point, please tell me, but don't be too harsh ;)

Warnings: References to child abuse, graphic violence at times, graphic sex between two men (in later chapters), some cussing

Pairing: Ichigo/Grimmjow(Xander)

Side pairings: Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tara, Dawn/Renji (Onesided if people rather want Renji/Rukia, it's not set in stone yet), still open for suggestions.

Timeframe: Buffyverse - Somewhere between season 6 and 7, Bleachverse - after Grimmjow's first encounter with Ichigo, but before his second (that is, before Orihime was taken)

Summary: Grimmjow suddenly remembers his life from when he was human and goes to the human world, encountering Ichigo. How will he deal? Why are suddenly a bunch of americans arriving in Karakura?


Prologue

When you become a hollow, a lot of things get lost in the process. Rational thought, memories of who you were, your goals and dreams… these are usually the first to suffer. Some, lucky bastards, retain some of their memories, remembering who they used to be, and even how they died, others, like me, forgot it. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just not meant to remember. Maybe it was so violent that my brain just shut it out, or maybe there's no reason behind it at all. I know I died, I know I became a hollow, but I don't know how. Nevertheless I still remember waking up in Hueco Mundo, as a hollow. I was low level back then, and so hungry. I began feeding on other lower level hollows, and fuzzily I can remember becoming a Gillian.

Most people don't know, but a Gillian isn't just a fusion of many hollows, it is one hollow absorbing the others, thus becoming stronger. It doesn't really make much of a difference, other than meaning the one who did the absorbing is the soul in control of the body, the others simply become a part of it. But I'm getting off track… I kept feeding off other Gillian and after a while, I don't know how much time passed, I evolved again. My body morphed into the smaller form of an adjuchas. That's when a name came to mind. I know for a fact that it is not the name I used when I was a living human, but it is the name I go by as a hollow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. I knew, by instinct, that my form was a big feline, and by instinct I also knew that if I did not keep feeding, devouring other hollow, I would regress back into a Gillian, and then I would be unable to become adjuchas again. So I fed, ate and fought my way up. Trying my best to evolve into a Vasto Lorde. When I was joined by other adjuchas I didn't quite know what to make of it, but they needed a leader, so I let them follow me. Then Aizen showed up. Offering power, swearing that if I accepted the deal I would never have to fear regression again. I took it. Unaware that it would tie me to him, as if I was his fucking pet. I became an arrancar, a hollow with the powers of a shinigami.

I obeyed him. It made me sick to do so, but I did. Climbing in power, I wasn't just an arrancar, I was a fucking espada! One of the ten best arrancar in Aizen's army. I was the sexta espada, as shown by the gothic styled 6 tattoo on my back. I was damn proud of it too, for a while. I was one of the strongest people in Hueco Mundo. But then I realized what I really was. I was Aizen's fucking pet, his slave. If I didn't obey him, he'd punish me. I wanted to rebel, but he had some way of always knowing when his pets were planning something. It bugged me. So I kept my rebellious attitude, but never directly defied him. He hadn't lied, I wouldn't have to fear regression again, no, instead I had to fear him, obey him and be a faithful little pet. It was worse. At least as an adjuchas I'd been somewhat free. Dependent of killing, but free… Now I wasn't.

Aizen's punishments were never gentle. He always made it seem like he was this fucking saint or something, but we could feel his power. He had been a captain level shinigami, after all. He was cold and cruel. When I misbehaved he'd either publicly humiliate me by suffocating me with his reiatsu, get one of his loyal followers to punish me, or he'd pull me away into a different room and really punish me…

I've only been punished that severely twice. It was awful, and not something I'd care to repeat if I can help it. He'd use whips, chains and worse to punish. Sometimes he'd do worse than that and really break someone. I was lucky to avoid it, but I saw someone come out completely broken once. I don't know what Aizen did to the guy, but I have my suspicions. It takes a lot to break an arrancar like that after all… I was lucky to only lose an arm this last time I did something without his permission. While having only one arm sucks he could have given me a far worse punishment.

Aizen doesn't like it when his arrancar remember their former life. Or at least he doesn't like it when they let it influence them. Emotions left over from when we were alive would just get in our way, he claimed. It was never really a problem to me. Until recently, that is…


Chapter 1

Grimmjow was lying in his room, sleeping. He had just come back from his encounter with that annoying orange haired shinigami, and that fucker Tousen had cut off his arm. The espada was pissed, to say the least, but had finally calmed enough to get some much needed sleep. As he slept dreams unlike any he'd had before began creeping up on him. Usually his dreams were filled with fighting and killing hollows. Dreams of gaining power and reveling in bloodlust were his normal dreams. This time, however, it was different.

A boy with brown eyes and dark brown, nearly black, hair looked up. Two girls, the same age as him were smiling at him. They were watching a movie. One of the girls, a petite blonde with green eyes and a clearly strong aura, stood up suddenly and walked towards a chest.
"I have to go patrol now…" she explained. The boy and the red haired girl nodded, knowing exactly what the blonde meant. She picked out something from the chest, but the boy couldn't tell what.
"Will you guys be ok?" she asked.
"Sure, Buff. We're tough you know. Besides, I was heading home now anyway" the boy said with a grin.
"Xander's right, Buffy. I
am a witch you know, and we can handle walking from your place to ours" the red head smiled. The blonde, Buffy, smiled back at them.
"I know. I just worry, that's all. With everything out there, who knows what could happen… Well… See ya, Xander, Willow"

The boy, Xander, had walked from the others. He was heading home. He had technically gotten an apartment, but after the disaster with his fiancée, now ex, he had been forced to move back into the basement of his parents' place… He loathed it, but with no money to pay rent for anything else, he had to endure. His brown eyes rested on the door to the house. He really didn't want to enter. He knew his father would be lying around somewhere, drunk off his ass, and as soon as he saw Xander he'd snap. Still the boy opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him and locking it with a click. He walked as silently as he could towards the basement door, trying to go unnoticed. He had just reached the door, and placed his hand on the handle when a bigger hand was put on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw his father staring back at him. His face was red tinted from the intoxication, and his breath, hitting Xander's face, reeked strongly of alcohol.
"Where have you been boy?" he asked, words slurred due to his drunken state.
"I told you, I was at Buffy's place, watching a movie with Willow" Xander explained, trying to move a little away from his father's towering presence. He might have worked at a construction site, but his father was still stronger, and instilled a very primal fear in Xander.
"Shut up. You're pat-pathetic, boy!" The drunken man growled, before he backhanded his son. Xander was thrown off balance and hit the floor with a thud. He bit his lip going down. Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth, and Xander wiped it away.
"I know why you and that Anya girl broke it off…" the man grinned.
"You're a fag, aren't ya, boy?" he sneered. Xander simply shook his head. His father had never been quite this intimidating before… He was promptly kicked in the gut.
"Liar!" his father yelled.
"A son of mine! Keh, you're a disappointment. Fucking brat." He kept kicking him, over and over. Xander could feel some of his ribs cracking. One of them he thought might have pierced a lung. He was struggling to keep breathing.
"Your mother shoulda killed ya when ya popped out, you piece of shit!" His father was raging and picked Xander up by his shirt. Xander coughed, blood followed. His dad picked up a beer bottle and smashed it into Xander's head. Things got blurrier. The distinct sound of glass breaking could be heard before, pain. Sharp stinging pain, as a broken bottle was shoved into his stomach, glass breaking through his skin and moving farther. Xander gasped and coughed. Breathing hard and clutching at the wound. His father let go of him, and he stumbled backwards before collapsing to his knees. Dropping one hand to the floor, while the other still clutched the wound he gasped and shook. He tried to breathe, but it was getting harder. The pain was so intense… The world seemed to tilt, and soon he was lying on his side.
'Heh… what a lame way to die' he thought absurdly as the pain faded away to nothingness.

The next he knew he was floating around above his body. He looked down as his father collapsed in an alcohol induced sleep. His body lay on the floor, broken and bleeding, turning paler and colder by the second. It felt strange, looking at his own body like that. A chain linked him to his body. Exiting from his chest. He tugged slightly at it. It felt wrong… Suddenly the chain snapped. He didn't know what caused it, but it did. Pain hit him again.

He followed his father as he woke up and discovered Xander's dead body on the floor. In a panicky state he lifted the body up, burying it in the backyard. Xander sneered. He couldn't even be buried properly. His mother was still sleeping. Valium could work wonders.

As his mother awoke, he saw his father explain how Xander had supposedly snapped and hit him, before running away. His mother looked mildly upset, but seemed to be convinced that he would come back. Xander hung around for a while, watching his friends look for him everywhere, unwilling to believe he had simply run away. Apparently they couldn't see him like this... It might be an effect of the hellmouth and its energies, which he now was more aware of than ever, or maybe it simply wasn't possible to see ghosts like him. He wouldn't know, he'd never died before. After a while they gave up, stopped looking for him, and moved on.

Every now and then a link of the chain stuck to him would deteriorate. At these moments Xander would clutch his chest and scream in pain. Still, neither his family nor his friends noticed him and eventually the last link deteriorated, leaving behind a hole through his chest. At that point some sort of portal seemed to appear, pulling him through. When he landed the deserts of Hueco Mundo were stretched out before him. His hollowfication started for real, and that was the last he knew.

Grimmjow sat up quickly. His breathing was uneven and shallow, and a thin layer of sweat covered his body. He calmed his breathing and frowned.
"What the fuck was that?" he muttered, shaking his head to clear it.
'My… past? Maybe…' he thought. He pulled a hand through his blue hair, and got up, pulling on his hakama and his jacket before he exited the room. He had this strange feeling he was supposed to be somewhere else, and so a plan began to form…


In Sunnydale, California the scoobies were gathering again. Buffy, Willow and Tara, Giles, Spike and even young Dawn were sitting in the Magic Box discussing the slayer business.
"So why is it that what happens in some town in Japan important for us?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"It's not just some town; it is called Karakura, a city in western Tokyo. And lately the council has registered strange flares in supernatural activity over there…" Giles explained.
"Yeah, I got that, but why does it matter to us? We are in America after all… And also, didn't we cut contact with the council?" she wondered.
"Well, yes, but I felt it necessary to consult them for a little information. You see, these happenings in japan probably wouldn't matter to us if not for the fact that… well…" Giles tried to explain, but Willow interrupted.
"The spell I used to try tracking Xander… We thought it was a failure, but at the same time as these flares in Karakura, my spell began glowing like crazy! You know how it was supposed to spell out the location but only showed us scrambled letters, right? Well now it spelled out Karakura, Tokyo, Japan! He was there Buffy!" Willow rambled. Her girlfriend, Tara, held her hand comfortingly. Buffy looked to the red haired Wiccan with shocked eyes.
"You mean… We found him? He's alive?!" She asked. Willow nodded.
"I wouldn't be so rash. The signs certainly point to his being alive, but we could be mistaken. Nevertheless, I believe a trip to Japan may be in order" Giles said. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but if Xander really was alive he might have a chance to see the boy he had considered close to a son, once more. The girls agreed. Spike put out his cigarette.
"And do you expect me and the ill' bit here to come along too, or did you just bring us to this meeting to inform us?" he asked with a raised brow. It was no secret that there was no love lost between the platinum blonde vampire and the boy, but even so Spike had come to care for him somewhat. Especially after seeing how the boy was treated by his father. It wouldn't really surprise him if the boy had actually decided to run away, but somehow he doubted this was the case.
"We were planning to go altogether. We might as well check the flares in supernatural activity while we're at it…" Giles explained.

About a week or so later they had arrived in Karakura town. The locals had thrown them distinctly curious looks, not too strange, as they were clearly foreign, but they quickly got over it.

"We got two apartments here. It should be big enough for all of us. We will do the spell there" Giles said.
"One apartment is for Spike and me, the other is meant for you girls" he explained, looking somewhat exasperated with the idea of having the platinum blonde vampire in his apartment. He pointed out which apartment belonged to whom, before they all entered the one belonging to the girls, as it was clearly the bigger one.

"We don't know how long we will be staying here, so we have made sure to get you accepted to the local High School" Buffy explained to her sister. Dawn was not too pleased with this and glared at the slayer.
"Why? I don't even speak Japanese. How am I supposed to learn anything?" she asked.
"I'll take care of that" Willow beamed.
"I just learned this neat translation spell, and with Tara's help I can definitely pull it off!" she explained. The others looked somewhat apprehensive. Spike in particular did not enjoy the use of magic too much.
"Don't worry, we tested it earlier. It will work!" and with that she began chanting in what sounded like Latin. After about five minutes or so with chanting, a faint glow surrounded the group. It didn't last long, and soon they were just standing there wondering if anything had changed at all.
"Did it work?" Buffy finally asked. Willow grinned.
"Yep. We are actually speaking Japanese right now!" she exclaimed.
"How can you tell? It sounds English to me…" Dawn asked.
"I can feel the magic worked, and if you listen you can hear it!" Willow tried to explain. Dawn took her advice, turned on the TV and listened. And sure enough, she could hear the Japanese words, but her mind automatically translated it, as if she had learned it from a young age.
"Cool!" she exclaimed in Japanese with a wide grin.

"But let's not forget the reason we came here in the first place!" Buffy reminded them
"We are trying to find Xander! I know it's unlikely, but the spell said he was here, so we will start looking here… He wouldn't give up on us, so we can't give up on him" she stated with determination in her eyes. They agreed to rest for now, and begin "researching" the next day, so that they could get over the Jet-lag.


Meanwhile, in another part of Karakura a young orange haired soul reaper sat up straight in his seat in school. He had this weird feeling that something was about to happen. Ichigo quickly shook the feeling off, as he was used to weird stuff happening. After being beaten by Grimmjow the first time he had actually taken up Shinji's offer, but managed to twist it into the Visoreds training him, but not him joining them. Still, he had chosen, after a while, to go back to school as well, and train in his spare time instead, as his friends and family were getting worried about him.

So he had improved vastly when it came to his inner Hollow, and he could now keep his mask on for 11 seconds before it broke off. It wasn't a lot, but it was something, and as he was the one in control, not his Hollow, it was a vast improvement.

As he walked home from training that evening he could feel it deep in his bones. Something was going to happen, and whatever it was, it was going to be soon…


A/N: Thank you for reading :) Reviews inspire and encourage me, critiques are taken to heart, flames will be used to cook delicious marshmallows.