A/N: I wanted to write something fun after writing so much drama for It Began With A Question and this was an idea I was itching to write. Ichigo seems to like to tease people; it was my attempt to make him seem like a free spirit that dances to the beat of his own drum. I hope you all like it. ^^

Warnings: Yaoi, Ichi/Grimm, uke!Grimm, major OOC (I think I switched some aspects of their personalities)

Grand Introduction

Grimmjow's POV:

Have you ever seen someone move like they could defy the law of gravity? No? Neither had I, that is until he transferred to my school… He calls it parkour, free running, and I was instantly captivated.

I guess I should start at the beginning. We were about a month into the school year, and I was bored beyond belief. Nnoitra, Shirosaki, Ulquiorra and I were all seniors, which meant we only had to endure one more year of this prison we know as high school. Most of our time was spent on the roof, not doing much of anything.

It was just like any other boring day and I had decided to skip my last class of the day, much preferring the option of catching a nap on the roof. But that day would prove to be anything but normal, and it also marks the beginning of my obsessions; because that was the day I first met him.

I opened the door to the roof and was going around to the ladder so I could be on the highest point of the building. As I was about to start climbing I heard a voice already up there.

"…This place is perfect for the plan tomorrow. Shuu, I can count on you right… Yea this one should be fun. Bye."

I didn't recognize the voice, which was a little strange because my friends and I were the only ones who came up here. I was about to start climbing up, curious to see who had the guts to be up here. That was when I heard something move and when I looked up I saw that stranger leap off over my head. This was so unexpected that all I could do was watch his graceful movements and stare in amazement. His landing was so fluid; he rolled over his shoulder and used the momentum to get back onto his feet and start walking away.

I gasped when he stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight. His hair was a fiery orange and glittered gold in the sun. He must have heard me because he turned to face me and my jaw must have hit the floor at that point. Saying this guy was hot would be the understatement of the century. He was beautiful; lightly tanned skin stretched over long lean muscles that were sculpted to perfection, a strong jaw line and straight nose balanced his face and his warm chocolate brown eyes simply glittered with amusement. It seems that this was not the first time he had received that reaction.

His phone started playing a foreign song. He looked at the screen and smiled before answering. "Oui jeune dame…" My eyes went wide, his voice was a soft baritone and was as smooth as silk, but on top of having a voice like an angel, he just spoke in French! He chuckled before speaking again "Yes Yuzu, I'm leaving now so I'll be home soon. Bye." He had started to walk away again and as he closed his phone I finally found my voice.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you jump from up there?"

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "That is something you will find out tomorrow." And with that he walked through the door to go downstairs. I chased after him intent on getting answers. I was a bit more than peeved that he just blew me off like that; but when I got to the stairs he was gone, not even the echo of his footsteps remained.

The bell signaling the end of school rang through the halls causing me to jump. Shit, how did I lose track of time like that. It didn't feel like I was up there for an entire class period. Then again that guy was quite the distraction. If what he said was true then tomorrow should be interesting. I smirked to myself as I went to collect my things and head home with the guys.

After kicking everyone's asses at video games we decided to call it a night and the guys all left to go home. I decided to get some sleep so I wouldn't be completely dead on my feet tomorrow, so I took a fast shower and finished my post-shower routine. I slipped between my sheets and was out like a light.

…

I woke up in a cold sweat. Why was I dreaming about him? I didn't even know his name… and yet my mind had burned his image into my memory. Then to top it off my mind saw fit to torment me with extremely vivid dreams of him screwing me into the mattress.

I felt my face heat up as the dreams replayed in my mind. The soft feel of his lips on mine, the caress of his fingers dancing across my heated skin, the warmth and friction as he pressed into me again and again, the pure pleasure as he hit that bundle of nerves inside me that made me scream, everything was just so vivid and felt so real.

I sighed and looked at the clock, 5:30, I groaned it was too early to get up but there wasn't enough time to go back to sleep. I decided to get up and take a long cold shower and deal with a now painful problem that was the result of that amazingly torturous dream.

…

I arrived at school much earlier than usual so I just slid into my seat, waiting for the teacher to start class.

"Class, before we start on today's lesson, I have an announcement." The room grew quiet as Urahara started talking in his singsong voice. "Today we are getting three transfer students. Come on in here boys."

The door slid open and two hot guys walked in. The first had short spiky raven black hair, the number 69 tattooed to his left cheek and three thin scars running down the right side of his face. The other guy had long bright crimson hair that was pulled into a ponytail and intricate tribal tattoos etched on his forehead, down the side of his neck and on the exposed part of his chest. They both had sculpted muscles and intense eyes. The class was positively buzzing.

"I'm Renji Abarai…" Said the redhead with a large toothy grin. "…And he's Shuuhei Hisagi." He nodded to the raven-haired teen that had walked to the windows and slid one open. He stepped to the side of the open window and pulled out his phone, pretty much ignoring Renji's introduction.

"Ara? Where's the other one?" Urahara asked in a mock worried tone. Then almost on cue a pair of hands clapped down on the windowsill. Then an orange blur flew through the open window and that person turned to the class, smiled and calmly said, "Ichigo Kurosaki est arrivé."

The room went silent, all eyes on the newest arrival that had entered through the window on the 3rd story of the building. Then a roaring laugh made everyone turn to look at the redhead who was currently doubled over in is laughing fit.

When he calmed down enough he spoke, "Dude, Ichigo, we aint in France anymore you need to use Japanese again."

The orange haired teen just smirked at the redhead; his eyes practically glittered and replied, "Yea, but that was still one hell of an entrance wasn't it? Hey Shuu, did you get it?" His voice still that smooth baritone I remembered from our brief encounter yesterday, but his tone was more playful.

The raven-haired man just scoffed. "Of course I did."

Renji laughed again, "So we can finally finish that video, it's about time."

Ichigo looked like he just remembered they were in front of the class and was supposed to be introducing themselves to their new classmates. "We all lived in France for five years and picked up a hobby while we were there. It's called parkour, I guess the best translation is free running, and it's all about the art of movement. Just search our names in YouTube and you can see what we are all about. Shuu do you have the demo?"

Hisagi attached something to the back of his phone and nodded at Renji who turned off the lights. He pointed his phone at the projector screen that Ichigo pulled down. A video started playing and what we saw was the three of them defying the laws of gravity!

They were jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing up walls, balancing on railings and the last clip was of Ichigo; he was on the corner of a building standing on his hands, the setting sun behind him making his hair glow. Then he shifted his weight and tipped right over the edge, the camera followed and showed him land on the adjacent roof, roll over his shoulder to distribute the force of the landing, use the momentum to get back onto his feet and run across the roof only to jump and disappear from the camera.

The screen dimmed and Renji flipped on the lights. The room filled with applause, the guys were cheering and the girls were practically screaming. Ichigo looked out to the rest of the class and our eyes met for the briefest of moments then he smirked at me as recognition hit him. He then turned to Urahara.

"So where should we sit sensei?

Urahara briefly scanned the room before answering. "You can take those seats in the back next to Grimmjow-kun, ah he's the one with blue hair."

My heart leaped out of my chest when Urahara told Ichigo to sit next to me. Then it started racing as he took the seat right next to mine. Damn it, why the hell am I getting so worked up? As I was mentally slapping myself for acting so damn girly, Ichigo turned his attention to me. He cleared his throat to get my attention. My eyes snapped up and locked with amused chocolate brown orbs. Then he smirked at me.

"Well did that answer your question chaton bleu?"

We just stared at each other for a few moments until Urahara started class.

Translation Notes:

Oui jeune dame – Yes young lady

"Ichigo Kurosaki est arrivé – Ichigo Kurosaki has arrived.

Chaton bleu – blue kitten