~As always, I only own the plot. I don't own the series or characters so don't sue me.

A/N: I rarely ever do an author note at the beginning of the chapter, but I just had to. I am beside myself with how well received this fic is. I have never had more than a couple reviews for the first chapter. I am beyond happy that you all love this story. I'm not sure how long I plan to make this, but it will probably be at least 10 chapters. After all, I have a 4 year old and a 1 year old for inspiration. Also, Ichigo is being portrayed as somewhere between the age of 2 and 3 if you want a visual.

I forgot to thank the lovely Shin-man for the beta in the first chapter. You know I love you!


Chapter Two - Adventures in Babysitting

Grimmjow slowly awoke to a weird sensation against his chest. A soon as it vanished he allowed himself to drift a bit further back toward unconsciousness, that is, until the sensation occurred again. Moaning softly he swatted at whatever was causing the sensation and rolled onto his back. The Espada sighed happily as he felt his mind being drug back down into blissful sleep. It wasn't meant to last however as the wind flew out of his lungs due to a heavy object landing on his chest.

"What the-" he started, but stopped as he managed to pry his ocean blue eyes open only to stare into large deep brown eyes. That's right. That stupid shinigami somehow got himself turned into a kid, his mind provided. "What the hell do you want?"

"Up Kitty!" Ichigo ordered happily as he slapped the blunette's uncovered cheek a couple times. "Food!"

"Fine," Grimmjow growled as he sat up causing the child to tumble gleefully to the soft bed.

The Espada felt a smile tugging at his lips upon hearing the child's giggles. The smile quickly turned into a scowl. Just why was that little brat making him so... Well he couldn't describe how he felt, he was just feeling and Grimmjow did not like feeling.

Standing, he ordered Ichigo to stay as he exited the room to obtain food for the boy. The halls of Las Noches were eerily quiet and empty which was rather odd considering they were about to go to war. Had Aizen already invaded Karakura? If anyone would know it would be the blasted pet of that exiled shinigami. Speak of the devil himself.

"What brings you out here so early Grimmjow?" the raven haired Espada questioned, face belaying no emotion.

"Just looking for some food," he grumbled. "Has Aizen invaded the humans yet?"

"It would seem so," Ulquiorra responded. "Don't know why you're looking for food inside, all the hollows are outside."

"Not hollow," Grimmjow muttered as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'm looking for that human food Aizen and his bitches always eat."

The other Espada blinked no other change on his face as he spoke. "You can find it in the room next to the meeting hall."

Without another word, the blunette dashed past the stoic man to obtain the food. Upon arriving in the small room, he spotted a wide array of food, but he wasn't sure what the kid would like. Snagging a large bowl, he began filling it with various fruits, hoping that the kid would eat some of it. Satisfied with his choices, he exited the small room and headed back toward his quarters, unbeknownst to the pair of green eyes that watched him curiously. Upon entering his room, Grimmjow sat the bowl of fruit down on the coffee table, blue eyes scanning the room in the process.

"I brought food brat," he called out, not exactly seeing the kid anywhere. "Kid?"

He heard faint giggling over by the bed. Slowly he waltzed over to the bed, a knowing smirk across his face. Hopping on top of the bed, he quietly leaned over the side and peered underneath. There he spotted a bright head of orange peering out from the other side of the bed, snickering softly. Smirking turning into a feral grin, Grimmjow grabbed the boy's ankle and yanked him out from under the bed, holding him upside down. Ichigo squealed in delight from the move as his arms flailed happily. Grimmjow stood and held the boy up higher to where their noses touched.

"Kitty fun!" Ichigo called out before giving a quick kiss to the blunette's nose.

Grimmjow's face lit up like a tomato from the move. Still holding the boy by his ankle, he growled in the child's face. "Don't do that again."

Ichigo's giggles instantly stopped as his eyes welled up. Great, now the kid was going to start bawling again. Sighing, Grimmjow carried him upside down over to the couch before dropping him onto the soft cushions. "Eat," he ordered as he gestured to the bowl of fruit.

The orangette grabbed an apple before holding it up to the blunette. "Cut?"

Grimmjow took the offered apple and stared back at the child. "You want me to cut it up?" The boy nodded.

Blue eyes looked around for a knife of some sort before realizing he could just use his zanpakutou to cut the fruit. Tossing the apple into the air, his hand flew to Pantera's hilt. Before Ichigo could blink, the apple exploded into smaller slices. Brown eyes blinked a few more times before he squealed and clapped his hands repeatedly.

"You like that?" Grimmjow asked, smirking widely.

"Again! Again!"

Grimmjow then spent the next few minutes using Pantera to slice half the bowl of fruit into much smaller easier to eat pieces for the child. As the blunette sat down on the couch next to the kid, Ichigo held out a mango, hoping to get the Sexta to slice it up as well. Grimmjow just shook his head and placed the fruit back in the bowl. Ichigo tried a few more times with the same outcome. His innocent amber eyes welled up with tears again, but the moment he opened his mouth to start crying, Grimmjow quickly stuffed a piece of sliced apple inside to shut him up. Ichigo chewed the fruit before quickly smiling and diving in to eat.


After eating only half the cut up fruit, Grimmjow was forced to bath the messy and sticky child. Ichigo attempted to start another water war, but Grimmjow wouldn't have it. He quickly bathed the orangette before stuffing the makeshift loin cloth back onto the kid. At this point the blunette was trying to snag some more sleep, but Ichigo wouldn't have it. The small child continued to poke the Espada. He didn't speak; he just poked his side... Repeatedly. Just as Grimmjow felt his sanity shattering, the child finally spoke.

"Kitty?"

"What?" he growled through gritted teeth.

"Play?"

"I'm tired."

"Play?"

Blue eyes widened upon hearing the slight whine in the child's voice. Grimmjow merely rolled over, intent to ignore the boy. Yes, if you ignore them long enough they'll go away. However, with a child as stubborn as Ichigo, that would be nigh impossible and he quickly realized this when the child put his hand through his hollow hole. A deep shiver ran up his spine at the odd sensation. The blunette rolled over and came face to face with the shinigami.

"Listen you little shit," Grimmjow snarled, his sharper than normal canines visible. "Just because you keep pestering me, doesn't mean I'll do whatever you want."

"Kitty mad?" Ichigo questioned.

"Stop calling me Kitty! I'm not some god damn cuddly house cat!"

Ichigo's face scrunched up and his eyes filled with tears once more. "Kitty... no like... Berry?" he asked between hiccups as the tears began to spill over.

Grimmjow felt his chest tighten painfully at those words. Of course he didn't like Ichigo, they were enemies. But then... Why was he here now caring for the chibified shinigami? "Look kid," he started thanking everything that the child wasn't wailing. "It's not that I don't like you, but we're enemies. You should be thankful that I'm even helping you out right now."

"E-ma-nies?" Ichigo repeatedly slowly.

"En-e-mies," the Espada corrected. "We're on opposite sides so we fight a lot." Amber eyes just continued to stare curiously at him. At least he had stopped crying. Sitting up Grimmjow furiously scratched the back of his head. "If you were normal right now, we'd be tearing each other apart limb by limb."

Speaking of normal, just how would he get Ichigo back to normal? He could ask Szayel for help, but from what he'd gathered, the shinigami's friends did a number on him and he was still recovering. Not to mention the creep would probably attempt to experiment on him instead of helping. Who else could help? There was that creepy exiled shinigami Aizen loathed in the human world. But then Aizen was currently invading said human world, so leaving right now was out of the question. Grimmjow heaved a heavy sigh as he realized he'd be stuck with the brat for a while. It wouldn't be so bad if he could just fight him.

Fight?

This whole thing started during their fight. Maybe if he fought the brat he'd return to normal and they could finish things once and for all! Grimmjow would go easy of him of course. He'd just bait the brat until he attacked and just defend until he turned back into a teenager. Yeah, that should work. Patting the child's head, he ordered Ichigo to stay put once more as he ventured out to find the kid's discarded Zanpakutou.


It took a bit, but Grimmjow finally returned with Ichigo's zanpakutou, still in its bankai state. It would make things much easier. Upon entering his given quarters his jaw dropped and his blue eyes widened as he took in its current state.

"Wh-what the fuck happened?" the Espada sputtered out as he stormed into the room, slamming the door shut.

The bed was in disarray, the blanket somehow torn and the pillow's feathers spilled all over the bed and the small area around it. The couch had been turned onto it's back, the cushions strewn about the room. The small coffee table had a large hole through the middle and one leg broken off. Dropping Ichigo's zanpakutou in the middle of the room, his legs then carried him toward the bathroom where water could be seen running out of the doorway onto the tile. Sticking his head through the open doorway he noticed the toilet seat was up and water was pouring out of the broken device. Glancing over to the tub, his jaw dropped once more upon seeing soap covering the walls. At least the sink appeared to be in working order.

It was then Grimmjow realized that Ichigo was nowhere to be seen. A thunking noise reached his ears and his still stunned gaze shifted to the cabinet beneath the sink. He quickly tore the door open to see a filthy orange haired toddler whacking against the sink pipe with another pipe. Where the hell did he get the first pipe? Anger consuming him at having his room destroyed, Grimmjow reached out to grab the child. Just as his large hand wrapped around the boy's tiny wrist, the pipe beneath the sink gave way and water exploded forth directly at the Espada's face.

Momentarily surprised from the sudden aquatic assault, Grimmjow released his hold on Ichigo's wrist. The child took that as his chance to escape and immediately fled the bathroom. The blunette cursed loudly before finally gaining his bearings and turning quickly to give chase. Although shrunken, the shinigami still had his speed. It was a fast paced race of shunpo and sonido filled with high pitched giggles and squeals and loud angry curses. As Grimmjow tripped over the upturned coach, Ichigo dashed across the room and stopped when he spotted the shiny black katana.

Blue eyes widened as small hands wrapped around the hilt. "Drop it!" he ordered.

But Ichigo had other plans. Just as he was finally slowly lifting the sword, Grimmjow's door flew open to reveal the ever stoic Ulquiorra.

"Grimmjow, Aizen has-" The Espada stopped as he spotted the tiny child, staggering with the zanpakutou raised high above his head.

Grimmjow rushed over to grab the katana, but gravity took over faster and the sword came swinging down, a large black and red energy wave erupting from it. The blunette quickly grabbed the zanpakutou from the kid. The loud explosion resulting from the attack seemingly echoed throughout the white fortress. Blue and amber eyes blinked in unison as soon as the smoke cleared to reveal a large hole going through a few walls. Tucking Ichigo under his arm, Grimmjow slowly advanced to the opening in his wall to see the full extent of the damage. Seven walls and three rooms away stood a disheveled Ulquiorra. Although he always looked the same, Grimmjow could tell he was thoroughly pissed.

A head of silver poked out from the second room blasted through, a rather surprised look upon his face. "Maa maa," Ichimaru groaned as he took in the extent of the damage. "Aizen ain't gonna be pleased 'bout this."

"Fuck me," Grimmjow moaned as a hand covered his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, Ichigo squealing and giggling happily in his grasp.


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