This was inspired by a conversation with a friend of mine, so I had to write it. Hope you enjoy!

My story is unbeta'd because I haven't found a beta that will beta yaoi, and a good beta that will beta yaoi xD So there will be a couple spelling/grammar mistakes but I try my best to catch them all before posting it.

Warnings: Language, violence, future yaoi (yes that means men having sex)

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Bleach or any of its characters :c

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Hollows and Reapers and Berries Oh My!

Chapter 1:

Round 1, Fight!

Ichigo walked at a hurried pace through a back alley, carefully avoiding the trash and various things strewn on the ground in an attempt to walk quietly. This part of Karakura was notorious for gang fights, shootouts, robberies, and other various crimes, but at the moment it was the only way for the berry to get to his place of work, the Urahara Shoten. He knew he should take the bus, but there have been stories about it being stopped and robbed on several occasions, especially during the afternoon when he worked. Sure, Ichigo could defend himself, but not against a man with a gun, which most gang bangers had, and he would rather keep his hard earned cash. He had finally convinced his father that he didn't want to work the clinic anymore, which broke the old man's heart, but it had to be done. Ichigo just wasn't making enough money there to support himself. He had finally moved out of his goat faced father's house, and into his own one bedroom apartment. Which lead to his current situation, walking through gang territory to get to work.

"Hey there." Ichigo froze, his blood turning to ice in his veins. He turned, slowly, hoping to god it was some punk wannabe gang banger, not the real thing. Everything the berry had eaten for lunch seemed to grow heavy in his stomach as dread sank in through his skin. The man who had addressed him was, in fact, a gang banger. The trademark white outfit with black trim gave him away as a Hollow, as did the black hole tattoo on his right inner forearm. He stood at what Ichigo guessed had to be 7 feet tall, with long black hair and an eye patch covering his left eye. The man was lanky, but obviously muscled, and probably had more than a couple weapons on him. A shit-eating grin plastered itself across the tall man's face. Ichigo stood, frozen, hoping his expression portrayed a scowl rather than the fear in his gut as the gang banger pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and approached the berry. 'How the hell did I not hear him sneak up behind me?' Ichigo thought, using the flicker of frustration to ward off the fear.

"What's a pretty boy like you doin' out so late?" His voice was patronizing and succeeded in pissing the berry off further. Ichigo noticed a 5 tattooed on the man's tongue. He had heard rumors that each member had their rank tattooed on them somewhere, and if they were removed from that rank their tattoo was removed via painful laser surgery. The thought made Ichigo shudder.

"Awww, ya cold? I could warm ya up." The man sneered, and took a step closer to the berry. Ichigo was about to snap back at the lanky man when another voice cut him off.

"Leave him be Nnoi." The voice was rough, deep, and sent goosebumps down Ichigo's spine. Behind the man addressed as 'Nnoi' was a blue haired god. He wore a simple jacket that was cut short and left open to reveal a chiseled torso and washboard abs, adorned by a long scar that reached from his collar bones down to his pants line. His pants were white and tight fitting, finished off with black and white converse. Surprise registered somewhere in the back of Ichigo's mind as he recognized Grimmjow Jeagerjaques back from high school. So he was a Hollow now? That hadn't been too hard to foresee. The delinquent always had an air about him that seemed to scream gang banger.

"Leave the kid alone. We got shit to do." He growled at his fellow gang banger, who was still sneering at Ichigo. He watched as Grimmjow lit up a smoke and turned to leave. Every move was graceful and powerful, like a panther, mesmerizing Ichigo. Suddenly the berry realized his mouth was still open and he snapped it shut, replacing his embracement with a trademark scowl.

"Hey kid, get out of here while you can." Grimmjow shot over his shoulder, not bothering to stop or turn around.

"It's Ichigo, dumbass." The words slipped from his mouth before he could catch them. Ichigo took off down the alley at a brisk walk; not wanting to know what would happen if that remark had pissed the gang bangers off. Grimmjow stopped walking and turned, watching the berry stalk down the alley with amusement.

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Grimmjow smirked. It wasn't often that he found someone who didn't run screaming from him.

"Shoulda let me beat that little fucker inta the ground." Nnoitra grumbled as they headed toward the warehouse district.

"I like 'im. He's got balls, unlike half the pussies in this city. Plus he had a nice ass." Grimmjow growled, taking another drag from his smoke. Nnoitra laughed. They were both gay, which you'd think would be something to hide in a gang, but not this one. Aizen, their leader, had been known to bat for the other team on occasion. He would not tolerate homophobia in the least, and often sent his men after known homophobes. Most of the people in his gang were homosexual or bisexual, and no one dared comment on it.

The warehouses loomed up in front of them as they emerged from the alley way. There were maybe 50 warehouses, only a handful in use, and all of those were of course tied to the Hollows. Aizen owns this warehouse district. The boys were heading to one warehouse in particular.

Upon entrance, the first thing one would notice was all the couches and comfy places to sit. The second thing is all the computers, TV screens placed around the room, and the throne situated perfectly so whoever sat in it had a perfect view of the warehouse. Of course, the only one who ever sat in it was Aizen, and occasionally his daughter, Mizuki. Originally the plan was to use the warehouse as HQ, until they found a building that Aizen had decided to make over and use instead. Now this was more of a hangout that Mizuki had designed. It was all black and white, with touches of teal, red, blue or whatever colour fit the person who had claimed that spot. Currently Aizen lounged lazily in his throne, his chin leaning on his hand, a book resting in his lap. Grimmjow and Nnoitra approached him.

"I suppose your errand was successful?" He asked, calm as ever.

"A course Aizen-sama." Nnoitra replied, tossing the man in power a huge wad of cash from his pocket. Aizen caught it without blinking.

"Thank you boys. You may go." Both men bowed and went off to their corner, where Starrk had set up a game of chess atop the low white table with Mizuki. Her messy black hair hung down over one eye like usual, her unobstructed bright teal eye trained on the game in front of her. Her lips were so pale that they matched her skin tone, making her appear almost like she didn't have a mouth. Over all she was adorable, and they all treated her like a sister. Despite the fact that she was the 2nd in Hollow rank. Aizen had been furious when she had demanded to challenge his previous second, but allowed it in favor of not seeming biased. The man had been old, but he was smart. She had barely won that fight. Her boyfriend, Ichimaru Gin, was leaning against the wall rolling a joint. Now that man had balls.

"Yo." Grimmjow grunted before taking a seat. Starrk simply nodded at him and yawned. Mizuki smiled sweetly, ever silent, and Gin offered him a drag off his joint. Grimmjow accepted it and took a long pull, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling. He loved the smell, the taste, the high. His mind settled into the familiar feeling of simultaneously expanding and being weighed down as he realized someone was missing.

"Where's Ulquiorra and Hal?"

"They were sent on some mission by Aizen." Starrk replied offhandedly. "Should be back tomorrow or the day after." Grimmjow arched a single blue eyebrow. When people were sent out for more than a day at a time it meant top secret. It meant that there was a possibility of them being followed by someone who posed a threat to the gang, so they stayed in a hotel. It meant danger. Of course, all of the ranking Hollows had been sent out on one of these missions. The higher the rank that had been dispatched, the harder and more dangerous the job. They were the strongest of the Hollows, the most trusted. The Espada. Only the Hollow that ranked 10 and up were Espada, number 1, Starrk Coyote, the primera, being the most powerfull. Normally Grimmjow hated labels, but this one was alright. Espada was Spanish for sword or swordsman; it was a term that this same gang used forever ago when people actually used swords. The silence hung heavily at the table and Grimmjow's mind kept drifting back to the ballsy ginger in the alley. Ichigo, he said his name was Ichigo. The blunette had a faint recollection of him from his days in high school, but they had never spoken.

"I heard it was the Reapers again." Mizuki signed. She had never spoken a word, not once in her life. She had never even uttered a sound except for huffing and sighing and the like. Nothing that required vocal chords. So instead she spoke sign language, and the rest of the Hollows had to learn to sign as well. All the Espada were fluent by now, having spent so much time around the girl.

"Mmm, prob'ly. They're always causin' trouble." Gin murmured. The Reapers leader, the notorious pervert Urahara Kisuke, tended to get himself into trouble with the Hollows a lot. He didn't much care what his people did, which resulted in many fights. Sure there were some nasty rumors going around about Aizen, but at least he disciplined his people.

Starrk made a move on the chessboard, a lazy smile playing across his face.

"Check mate." He said in his chocolaty voice. Mizuki's eyes went wide and she huffed, scowling as she pulled out a cigarette, as did Starrk, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, and Gin.

"Woah woah woah when did you start smoking?" Nnoitra asked. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Since I was 16. I grew up in a gang, guys. I can be pretty sneaky too." Her shoulders were shaking slightly in one of her odd silent laughs.

"At least she doesn't smoke cigars like her old man." Grimmjow teased. They all laughed in agreement.

Bang. The door to the warehouse slammed open. In strode Halibel carrying an unconscious Ulquiorra. There was blood everywhere. The whole warehouse fell silent, all eyes on the tercera Espada carrying the cuarto.

"What happened?" Aizen's voice seemed to boom. He didn't move from his seat as Hal set Ulquiorra down in front of the throne.

"Reapers." Was all Halibel said. That one word was enough to ignite rage in the Hollows. They stood, the murmuring in the room turning to shouting.

"Quiet." The room fell silent almost immediately. Everyone turned to face Aizen, expectantly. If anyone were to light a lighter at that moment, it would probably ignite the tension in the room and blow them all to fuck.

"First, we get medical attention for our cuarto. Mizu?" Aizen found his daughter in the crowd. She stood and hurried over to Ulquiorra, who was still unconscious, lying in a growing puddle of blood. After a quick examination of the wounded man, she turned and nodded to Aizen. She could keep him alive long enough to get him to a hospital. Immediately she went to work, signing things to various Hallows so fast that Grimmjow couldn't keep track of what was being said as they hurried off to get her the things she needed. Some of the tension was released from Grimmjow's shoulders. Ulquiorra would live. He may be a prick and a suck up, but the quiet man tends to grow on you after a couple years.

All the Hollows' attention was still trained on Aizen, waiting for a command, a plan, something. He sat quietly, seeming to think for a while as the tension in the air grew thick again, making it difficult to breathe. The three simple words that came out of his mouth changed Grimmjow's life forever.

"This means war."

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So, what did you think? This is not a one shot, I will be continuing it. Review, gimme some feedback! :)