mz kuchiki- i shall turn the disclaimer over to Bob the British Kiwi and Raxhi the Jaguar Demon now! we're listening to Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance, and Three Days Grace! =D

Bob the British Kiwi- mz kuchiki doesn't own Bleach, you twits! if she did, the idiotic pyromaniac would've burnt it by now!

Raxhi the Jaguar Demon- WARNING! Ichi gets ranned ovah by a big bad cah, there's t3h eff word in therr somewheyah, and umhm . . . country lil chillun!

mz kuchiki- that was my ghetto me and the kiwi that always comes back no matter how hard or how many times I kill him, yelling and screaming about how he wants some "NOSH, TEA, AND CHOCOLATE CRUMPETS!" (food, tea, and chocolate cookies) hungry little twat!

Outside of Karakura Elementary School, seven year old Ulquiorra Schiffer stared at the little red ball that had rolled toward him and dared to interrupt his reading.

"HEY ULQILALA, KICK IT BACK!" Ulquiorra glared at his mortal enemy, eight year old Grimmjow Jaegerjaques before going back to his book, Cat in the Hat, and lounging on the steps to the school. Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow's eight year old best friend, rolled his eyes when Grimmjow started another pointless argument.

"Awwww, come on Ulqui, stop being an Emo brat and kick the ball!"

"I am sorry, my mother told me not to associate with trash."

"STOP USING BIG WORDS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, RETARD!"

"Says the one who doesn't understand what I meant . . . Trash."

Ichigo sighed and went to go after the ball. It was no use stopping them, they'd just round on him and having the biggest bullies in your class out to get you is not a good way to spend the rest of the year, against popular belief.

'Where did it . . . ? Oh.' He trotted out into the street after it. He looked to the left first of course . . . but failed to remember to look right, then left again. He bent down to grab it when-

"ICHIGO, NO! THERE'S A CAR COMIN"! GET OUTTA THE STREET!" Grimmjow and Ulquiorra where yelling at him. He rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip, holding the ball in the crook of his elbow.

"Yeah right you guys, I'm not falling for th-" He turned his head, a fluorescent blue light having caught his eye, due to his superior peripheral vision. There was a big, black car coming his way. Ichigo stared at the lights, paralyzed. Grimmjow started running after him, pumping his tiny legs as fast as he could. The driver's eyes widened as he saw the little orangette and stamped his foot to the breaks . . . He was too late. The driver panicked and backed back the way he'd come. He only succeeded in squishing the little body even more. Grimmjow stared, horror struck, as his best friend was backed over and his blood was everywhere and the driver just fucking drove away! He sniffled as he ran over to Ichigo. He picked up his head and held it in his lap. Ulquiorra had disappeared into the school to find a teacher long ago.

"Gr-Grimm . . ." Grimmjow's eyes widened as he looked down at Ichigo, who was somehow still breathing.

"D-Don't cry . . . I'm the idiot for runnin' inta the street and not believin' you an' Ulqui when ya told me that the car was comin'…" He smiled weakly and brushed a lock of teal hair out of pretty cyan eyes.

"Bye…"

""NO! DON'T LEAVE!" Grimmjow pulled his emergency cell-phone out of his pocket and dialed 911 as fast as he could, willing Ichigo to keep his eyes open. Too bad Ichi isn't psychic.

"Hello, 911-"

"HELP, MY FRIEND JUST GOT RANNED OVER, WE WERE PLAYING BALL AND HE WENT TA GET IT AN' IT WENT IN THA STREET AN A CAR CAME AN', AN', AN' . . . HE-HE SAID B-BYE A-AND I DON'T WANT ICHI TA LEAVE, I DON'T WANT HIM TA GO! P-please . . . please." He whimpered as he fought against a sob. He heard the lady over the phone, but only barely.

"Can you tell me your address? How old are you?"

"I-I'm eight . . . We're at Karakura Elemen'try . . ." Grimmjow sniffled.

"An ambulance is on it's way, don't move the body. I also have police cars making sure no-one else comes your way. Is there a teacher with you?"

"Grimmjow-kun, please hand me the phone." Grimmjow looked up at the Principal, Sousuke Aizen. He silently handed him the phone, blocking out his words as he stared at the closed lids of Ichigo's pretty chocolate brown eyes, outlined by a trickle of blood running down the sides of his face.

"Grimmjow-kun . . . You're father is here. Time to leave." Grimmjow shook his head and brushed some orange hair out of Ichigo's nose. He didn't want him to suffocate.

"I can't go; Ichi's not woke up yet!"

"Grimm . . ." He looked up and right into his father's hard and sorrow filled eyes. Ichigo was a nice kid, he didn't deserve to die. The good always die so young . . . The world is so cruel.

"Ichigo's not going to wake up."

I didn't mean to offend anyone with the emo brat thing, i am gothEmo myself, but I'm Christian, so don't worship the devil, thank you very much, and i've only cut myself twice, once was kind of an accident... . Anyway, thanks once again to emokatt98 for being my inspiration, you're awesome Onee-sama. Also, if you'd like to Beta for me PM ME PLEEEAAASE! THIS IS UNEDITED AND THEREFORE PROBABLY SUCKY! DX

Thanks to those who added this to their alerts. I love you all now, no not really, I din't use that word lightly. Anyway, could you review and tell me why you alerted it? Kaythanks.