Okay, so hopefully this story will have more readers. 8) if not, -sighs- I guess I'll just delete it. Why clog up the system with crap, right? 8D on another note! CHAPTER TWO! WOOT!

Thank you KawaiiBerry-chan, Dorklevits, and AshDemonYoung for reviewing. Though, I personally know one of you, it was amazing that you three took the time to leave your comments. They are highly appreciated. Your reward, Grimmpa and Ichichi meet face to face. XD

Also, the first chapter was more of a testing ground to see whether or not people would read it. This chapter will be longer, not as long as LYA chapters, but longer than the last chapter for certain. Without further delay:

DISCLAIMOR! NOT SO MUCH MINE!

WARNING! LANGUAGE, SLIGHT SEXUAL REFRENCE! (not even really worth mentioning)

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Chapter 2- All Business And No Play

D'ah… So tired… He felt like he was moving as fast as the dead. After his four hours of fitful sleep, he was really not ready for work… or kids. Definitely not ready for the hordes of mind numbingly loud kids, screaming and climbing over each other, fighting to get their roller blades and get moving. The only solace he got from all that traumatizing pain; watching the annoying brats wiping out and falling on their asses out on the rink.

Ichigo chuckled evilly. Ah… Simple pleasures.

Sighing, he hiked his duffle bag full of his work clothes and roller blades higher up onto his shoulder. He stood there, at a street corner tapping his foot, waiting for the light to turn red so he could cross the street legally.

Now, normally this wouldn't agitate him; but it was fucking hot as hell. Oh my god! He felt as if his skin was melting off of him in layers, dribbling down with his sweat to pool onto the ground near his feet.

Something sizzling? Probably him.

Ichigo grimaced at the heat as he lifted his hand and attempted to wipe the sweat from his brow, only to have more drip down from his hairline and replace the moisture he had just wiped away.

Jesus, summer sucked some serious nut sack… Ugh.

Finally. FINALLY! The light turned red and Ichigo sighed in relief as he hefted the duffle bag again and quickly strode across the intersection. Just as he was about fully across the intersection, a nice sports car swerved around the corner, blaring its horn at him as it nearly hit him.

Ichigo jumped out of the way, diving and cursing. He sat up and watched as the driver's hand came out the window and gave him the finger. Ichigo grit his teeth and stood up slowly, brushing himself off.

"Asshole…" He walked over and picked up his forgotten duffel bag and looked at his torn up arms. Not that bad, mostly just scrapes here and there; a bruise there and here. Luckily, only one scuff was bleeding, and even that was minimal. Shaking his head in anger, he continued down the street, fuming, the sun and heat all but forgotten.

If he ever found out who was driving that car or if he ever saw that car again, he'd give them both a piece of his mind… and his fist… and maybe his foot too.

Aw hell, Ichigo's scowl deepened and he growled under his breath; if he ever saw them again, he'd give them just what they deserved, ICHIGO STYLE! He smirked as he pictured literally ramming his foot up the asshole's asshole. It would be nice to put that dick in their place.

He sighed as he turned into the roller rinks parking lot and walked into the building. Too bad he probably wouldn't ever see that car again. He shrugged nonchalantly.

Oh well, that's how life is, isn't it? Ichigo put his clothes on in the work room and went behind the roller-skate renting booth and leaned down on his elbow. He scowled as he slowly looked about at all the people assembled there already.

He watched one of his coworkers taking his break and dancing with roller-skates on, in the middle of the rink. He grimaced as he watched, the man smirking as he ran his hand down his chest slowly, smirking a wide grin.

Gross… He watched as the man did the splits and popped back up. Jesus, that looked damn painful. Ichigo sighed loudly through his nose and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the foreboding sound of cute little giggles and little screams of children approaching.

He stood up straight ad started counting the number of children… Or at least he tried to count all the masses of squirming, screaming, snotty kids. He felt his temper flaring and his temple throb.

Mustn't throttle… Mustn't throttle… Must-MUSTN'T! THROTTLE! Ichigo grit his teeth as he reminded himself to keep that anger reined in, chanting that mantra over and over. He thought about his morning trying to forget and ignore the wriggling dirty vermin in front of him… which only made things worse, considering that just that morning he was almost killed by an asshole with a fast car. He felt his temper rise more and he clenched his fists.

Too bad he couldn't do anything really: both to the asshole and the rodents squealing about him. But that didn't stop him from picking up the older, over used, and decrepit roller-skates and blades for the children to use. He smirked inwardly, laughing like a madman.

At least he got to watch the little pests fall on their asses out in the rink and cry. Hahaha! Simple. Pleasures.

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Damn, he had a fucking headache. He couldn't even remember how he got home or what the hell he was supposed to be doing right now. Why was he in such a hurry this morning again? He had quickly gotten dressed, through the pounding in his head, hopped in his car and drove on through the searing and blinding light. Mother fuck, why was it so damn bright?

THEN! To put the proverbial cherry on top, he almost hit this punk as he turned a corner! Dumb fuck, walking out in front of his car like that. He deserved it if he got hit. Only a brainless moron would be stupid enough to step out in front of a moving car.

…. Well that or someone who was sick of life, but that moron didn't look suicidal. Not one bit, so it had to be the first choice. He grit his teeth as he felt the throbbing begin again in his head. He'd be seriously pissed if that fucker somehow scratched up his baby.

His dark thoughts were interrupted as his phone rang. Hissing in a breath, he quickly fumbled around, lifting his ass off the seat, fighting to get his hand into his pocket so he could silence that terrible assault on his eardrums. Finally, getting the contraption out of his pocket, he nearly dropped it as he tried to turn it right side up and answer it.

Feeling his irritation get the better of him he snapped the vile contraption open and yelled into it, "WHAT?"

"My my, you must really work on your temper, Grimmjow."

G'uh… Grimmjow felt his shoulder slump as he felt his head throb for a different reason. He hunkered down and clenched his steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

"What the hell do you want, Aizen?"

"Hmm, we really will work on that nasty mouth of yours next time we see each other. Which should be pretty soon, probably within the week. Speaking of meetings, I hope you bring pride to our company's name in my stead today."

Grimmjow felt his blood run cold. Meeting? What meeting! AW SHIT! That' what he was supposed to be doing! SHIT SHIT SHIT! Grimmjow slammed on the breaks and swerved around the corner and started heading towards the business deal location.

"What time was it supposed to be today again?" Grimmjow asked as he held the phone between his neck and shoulder, using both hands to turn another very sharp turn.

Aizen sighed on his side of the phone. "Such a hopeless man… The meeting is in thirty minutes, Grimmjow. Will you be there on time?" His tone sounded pleasant, but the underlining ones were cruel and angry.

Grimmjow gulped, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. Thirty minutes? He could make it if he drove about 90 mph the whole damn way. FUCK! What the hell had he been thinking last night? As always he let his temper get the better of him and come between him and his job.

Now, don't get him wrong. He really did fucking hate Aizen, it's just he wasn't exactly in the mood to lose his job just yet, good pay and all. He loved the money more than he hated Aisen.

Heh, maybe he could be a total asshole and hold it all against the other company.

Nah, Aizen kept tabs.

Hmmm, maybe he'd actually do this one meeting right. Just so Aisen would get off his ass and leave him the hell alone. As he shot down the road like a bullet, he imagined sweet dreams of Aisen's cruel and inhumane torture, many ending with him disemboweled or decapitated.

Grimmjow smirked and cackled. Man, what a sight that would be. What a feeling of accomplishment that would give him, a dark, sick twisted sense of satisfaction. He chuckled darkly. Maybe he should change his line of work. As his smirk turned sinister, he hopped out of his car and walked quickly into the high class building and rode the elevator to the top floor, ready to get this shit done.

As the doors opened, all the other assembled people turned to look at him. His charismatic smirk in place he stepped inside.

"Am I late?"

"No, no, Mr. Jeagerjaques. You're right on time," said a fat man with half a head of hair. Grimmjow inwardly grimaced and glared.

'Nasty old man, you got the damn money to get that fixed… Get it fixed so the rest of the world don't have to suffer lookin' at you.' Grimmjow inwardly shook his head as he noticed he had stayed quiet for a little too long and finally noticed the fat old geezer holding out his hand to be shaken.

Grimmjow's smirk grew as he finally took the offending limb and shook it firmly. "Are we ready to get started?"

Smile and nod. Smile and nod. Let them think that you actually wanted to be there. Exchange pleasantries, it'll go by faster.

The old man nodded as he smiled and sat back down. Grimmjow moved to the front of the table, sat down and steepled his fingers, still smirking. "Well alright then, let's talk business."

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Hard liquor never sounded so good. Ichigo rubbed at the sweat on his brow once again, sitting outside the roller rink building on the stairs, trying to enjoy his lunch break through the ungodly heat. He was going to need like five showers when he got home. He felt as though he was as rank as a fat man's gym locker…

Ichigo shook his head and rubbed his temples. God, he needed to get out of this shithole life. It was killing him. These debts were pulling him under and he was already nose deep. He couldn't keep this up forever.

… He felt so old anymore. He couldn't get involved in anything else people his age were into. Their music annoyed him; the way they spoke annoyed him; hell, they annoyed him period. All this work and making no progress… it was making him so bitter. He needed a damn break otherwise he didn't know how much more he could do before he broke from all the pressure weighing down on his shoulders.

Ichigo could feel it getting harder to breathe day by day. Whatever was going to give was going to give soon. He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his whole face as he sighed loudly.

"Damn, with how much you sigh, one would think yer an old man, Kurosaki."

Ichigo lifted his face from his hands just enough so he could peek over his finger tips to glance at his coworker.

"What do you want?" He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this idiot. "Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"Bah! Bother? Jeez! You act as if I'm a pest!"

Ichigo turned to look at him with a bland expression. His coworker coughed into his fist and turned away, hands on his hips and then sat down next to Ichigo.

"The name's Shinji, by the way. You've been working here long enough to remember it, but ya never do… And something has obviously got yer undies all up in a twist… Wanna talk about it?"

Ichigo's frown deepened and he stood up, looking away. "I don't know you well enough to feel comfortable with this conversation. I'ma head back ta work. See ya."

As Ichigo turned back to go inside, Shinji threw a rock at Ichigo, his eyebrow twitching.

"The name's SHINJI! And the only reason ya don't know me well enough is because ya never try to get to know anyone!"

Ichigo didn't even glance back at the blonde man as he stepped back through the doors and into his personal hell, sinking deeper under the current. He sighed heavily. If he didn't break, then he'd certainly drown first.

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As Ichigo hefted the duffle bag off the ground, he began the long trek home in the dark. It had been one long ass day. Sixteen hours of hard toil and trouble; kids, kids, kids galore! As he trudged along the parking lot, he heard the building doors open. He glanced wearily over his shoulder and saw Shinji step out. He watched as Shinji looked about, frowning, and then watched in absolute horror as his eyes zeroed in on him and the frown deepen on his face.

'Aw fuck me….' Ichigo thought as he turned back forward and continued on, desperately hoping against hope that Shinji would take the hint and leave him the hell alone.

"AYE! KUROSAKI!"

Ichigo sighed and lowered his head. No such luck. As he prepared himself for what was about to happen to him, he listened to the footsteps that ran towards him. When Shinji was beside him, Ichigo barely spared him a glance before he looked back down at the ground, trudging on home.

It was silent for a good twenty seconds before Shinji couldn't take it anymore.

"So! Ya headin' home? Ya look like yer gonna roll over and die any second." Shinji looked at Ichigo, who only deemed that stupid statement with a withering look. Shinji clicked his tongue and shook his head, hands on his hips; his own duffle bag swinging behind him on his back.

"Well, I think I'll walk with ya, ya know, just ta make sure ya make it okay."

Ichigo stopped walking and glowered at Shinji. This wasn't the first time he tried to weasel his way into Ichigo's life.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you keep bothering me? Look, I'm not looking for your sympathy or your friendship. I just wanna get home, sleep like the dead, and forget all about today. So do yourself a favor and leave me alone."

Ichigo pushed past a shell shocked Shinji and continued down the street miserably. He didn't mean to be so cruel but…. But he was just sick and tired of people trying to shove their sympathy on him. He didn't have time for friends. He lived, breathed, and ate work. His life revolved around those debts.

Shinji frowned sadly as he watched Ichigo's retreating back, "Because I'm worried about you Ichigo. And as much as you say you don't need friends, I know you do. Everyone does!" Shinji shook his head disappointed and turned down a different direction and started walking towards his own home.

As Ichigo turned the corner he scowled deeper, feeling his anger rise because he knew Shinji was right.

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"About damn time you got yer skinny little ass in here." Grimmjow scowled at his imbecile of a coworker who finally came out of his apartment.

"Look dipshit, I'm not here to please you. Just shut yer trap and lez git a move on. Aizen is gonna have our nuts if we're late again." The tall, skinny man said through the cigarette in his mouth. He flicked his long hair off his shoulder and quickly pulled it up into a messy ponytail.

"And who's fucking fault will it be, huh, Nnoitra?" Grimmjow's scowl turned darker as he watched the skinny ass prick mess with his hair. He quickly put the car in drive and shot down the road. "And if ya tell me what ta do one more time, I'ma kick you out this damn car while we're on the highway, ya got me?"

Nnoitra's hackles rose and he lifted his clenched fist, preparing a blow that would have Grimmjow's world spinning. Grimmjow snorted and grabbed onto Nnoitra's shirt, eyes off the road as he continued his crazy war path down it.

"Oh yeah, hit me, you stupid ass. Hit the driver. C'mon, let's see how far we make it before we crash. Ya wanna find out? Don't be a pussy, show me!" He clenched his fingers tighter around Nnoitra's collar. Slowly, after watching his jaw grind back and forth, his passenger lowered his fist. Oh no, he was still pissed, but not quite angry stupid (yes angry stupid) enough to fall for the bait so temptingly laid out before him. He would just get Grimmjow back later, somehow.

Grimmjow slowly released Nnoitra's shirt and turned back towards the road and swerved, cursing loudly. Shit! He'd almost missed his turn. With zero regard for public safety, Grimmjow continued like a lunatic to his destination. Sure, a few innocent people might get hurt here or there but what he was trying to keep from happening was much more important than all those stupid shits: his boss' wrath.

Certainly he didn't mind it when it was other people, after all they deserved it. But when it was himself? …. As much as he didn't care and as much as he hated Aizen, he'd rather not be treated like a petulant child. It only served to piss him off more.

… GOD! Just thinking about it pissed him off! Now here he was, on his way to Satan's lair, next to the dumbest fuck ever, with his temper blazing like a wild holocaust.

Grimmjow snarled, "This is going to be damn fun…" and pulled into the parking lot hap hazardously. He slammed on the breaks and quickly climbed out, snarling obscenities as he approached the foreboding building, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous fury.

Nnoitra just smirked; feeling accomplished at Grimmjow's misery and sauntered in right after him, chuckling darkly through his cigarette.

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Grimmjow almost literally dived into his car, turned it on, and shot off into the horizon.

Oh he couldn't take it anymore! That meeting was terrible! All Aizen did was totally butcher their asses for being 'incompetent'. The only shit that got any praise was that brown nosing, cock sucking, bitch-of-Aizen's Ulquiorra (I'm beginning to see a pattern with how he feels about people: note ch. 1). Jesus fucking Christ those pricks made him mad. He couldn't stay there any longer so he got the hell outta dodge. For certain he would hear it later on from Ulquiorra, pissed at him for leaving early and not basking in the very air that Aizen bestowed upon them. Blah blah blah. Then he'd get it from Aizen himself, reaming his ass for not staying and listening to the bullshit he was spewing. Blah blah BLAH! And to make things even more peachy keen, he'd hear it from a gloating Nnoitra, laughing at him, finding it hilarious that he got his ass whooped by 'Mis'er Boss mane'. Yickity yack.

Want some sprinkles with that massive scoop of bullshit? Grimmjow snorted in bitter humor. Well fuck them too. Certainly, he could tell Ulquiorra and Nnoitra to kindly go fuck themselves but he'd just have to suck it up and deal with evil incarnate.

He inhaled slowly and exhaled loudly. Fuck that. He'd rather have his balls chewed off by rabid dogs.

… Maybe he could skip out on work for a couple weeks? Call in for a much needed and much deserved (so he thinks) vacation. Grimmjow's smirk split wildly across his face. What a glorious and wonderful idea. He quickly pulled out his phone and called up his personal secretary.

"Hey yeah, uh Nel? Do me a huge favor. I think it's about damn time I let loose and went on vacation for a few weeks. Could ya do that?"

As he listened, the smirk grew more and more sinister. "Aw jee thanks, Nel. Ya really saved me. See ya whenever."

He snapped his phone shut and sat there. It was silent and calming, the light was red and the car was idle. Grimmjow sat there staring forward, smirking, rubbing his fingers all over his phone. Then, this insatiable urge to laugh consumed him. And he indulged himself, starting with quiet dark giggles that quickly turned into side wrenching cackles. His eyes watered and his sides hurt. He rubbed the tears from his eyes and sighed merrily.

"Aaaahh… What a bunch of stupid dipshits." He chuckled some more, reminiscing. "That bitch is gonna git the lecture of her life tamarrow." He giggled some more.

"Now, I think is a good time to go and get something to eat. I'm fuckin' starvin' and the night is young."

As soon as the light turned green, he slammed on the gas causing the tires to squeal and burn marks into the pavement. He flew down the road, laughing like a madman the whole way.

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Ichigo sat in the booth turning his glass slowly round in circles, staring at it more than actually drinking it. He watched the carbonated bubbles float up to the top of the fluid and pop. He contemplated Shinji's words as he stared at his soft drink, a tired numbness settled all around his person.

Did Ichigo have friends? Hell no.

…. Well he did have Renji, but that's only because he knew him before the accident. Even then, the red head drove Ichigo halfway mad with his insistent taunting and jesting. But, Ichigo did agree that he was a friend.

Did Ichigo need friends? Well, that was the question he was sorely stuck on right now. Did he honestly need them, as Shinji so quaintly suggested? At first he agreed right off the bat that yes, he needed them. But as he lay there in bed, it kept coming back to him, haunting his restless mind. He'd think, 'oh, I was just in a depressed funk at that time. I don't really need anybody.' But then he'd look back and think, 'but wait, I'm still so lonely and uptight. Maybe I do need a friend.' In the end, he only ended up too bothered by his thoughts to sleep.

Way to go Shinji…

Ichigo rolled his eyes. He had decided that, since he couldn't sleep, he'd go out to a nice diner and get something to eat. Maybe it'd help him think. And it did. He had decided that he wasn't exactly looking for a friend, but just someone to be close with; someone to help shoulder this unbearable weight.

What had him stumped now was: what the hell was it he was looking for?

He felt a sigh rise up in his throat, but a yawn beat it to his mouth and Ichigo, unable to help himself, gave in. He heard the diner door open and he turned to look as he finished yawning. Quickly, all the lethargic tiredness left him. There, in the doorway of the diner, was none other than Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Aw god…

Ichigo quickly turned his face away, watching the man from the corner of his eye. From up close, he could see why so many people wanted to be him; tall; handsome; fit; rich. Ichigo scoffed. He could use some of that dough. He subtly watched the man as he flirted shamelessly with a waitress and sauntered on down to his booth, as if he owned the place. Ichigo snorted, the nerve.

Grimmjow sat there, leaning back in the booth; legs spread wide open, a cigarette dangling from one of his hands, his arms spread out behind him on the railing. He glanced around the place and spotted a head of bright ass orange hair. He frowned. Why the hell did that hair seem familiar?

His eyes slid down to the face only to notice that a scowl was staring at him.

"Ya gotta problem, buddy," the young man called out to him.

Grimmjow was taken aback. Did this little punk really just insult him? His rage rose. "Heh, do you?"

Ichigo growled, "Well, why the hell you starin' at me for?"

Grimmjow smirked and pointed rudely. "Yer hair dipshit. It's bright fuckin' orange."

"And yers is bright ass blue."

Grimmjow felt the throbbing start in his left temple. Oh this little shit was going to get it. Grimmjow stood up quickly and walked over to Ichigo's booth.

"Ya wanna say that to my face, ya little punk ass." Grimmjow towered over Ichigo, but he glared right back up.

"Yeah, yer hair is bright ass blue, ya asshole." Ichigo stood up and glared up into Grimmjow's eyes. "Don't go around talkin' about other people's hair when yers is just as bad!"

Grimmjow grabbed onto Ichigo's shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Let me privy you ta few details, shithead. I don't and I won't take that shit from you. I've got more money than you'll ever make in yer lifetime. I could fuck yer ass over before ya even knew what did it."

Ichigo snarled and felt severely insulted. How dare this man who knew nothing say such shit to him? Fuck it. Ichigo quickly thrust his leg upwards and kicked Grimmjow's face to the side so hard that he dropped Ichigo and fell over. He grunted in surprise and lifted his hand to stem the blood running down from his mouth. He glared up at Ichigo from the floor.

Ichigo had his hands on his hips. "Let me privy you to a few facts. I know who the fuck you are. Who doesn't? Yer Grimmjow fuckin' Jeagerjaques,the biggest fucking asshole on the planet. You don't pull yer shit around and what ya do do, you complain about and give hell to everyone else involved. Yer just a pampered shit that doesn't even know the meaning of poverty and hard work. God, it's you kinda people that piss me off; flaunting off yer money without a care in the world, blowin' it all off on stupid shit like whores and cars while there's people everywhere else workin' damn hard to have food on the table every day and yet not quite making it."

Ichigo pointed a vindictive finger at Grimmjow. "And yet, you look down on all those people as if they're shit on the bottom of yer boot; like they're lower than low. Well, ya wanna know what? It's people like you that I think are the lowest of the low. Yer not even worth shitting on."

Ichigo turned with a nasty sneer on his face and began walking away. Grimmjow stood up unsteadily, gripping onto the booth table for stability. He snarled and his hand shot up to gently rub at the bruise already forming on his cheek and jaw. He watched as the kid exited the building. His sneer turned into a wicked smirk. That little punk had some big balls, fucking with him. And damn if he wasn't fucking excited. Grimmjow chuckled darkly and ran his hand down the hard bulge in his pants. He grunted quietly and moved to the bathroom, holding his cheek.

Ichigo once outside breathed in the cold, night air, exhaling loudly. Damn it felt good to do that. He smirked as he began walking through the parking lot. That fucker really deserved that and so much more.

Ichigo froze, when out of the peripheral of his eyes he saw a sports car; a very familiar sports car. Ichigo, adrenaline pumping through his veins, ran over and pulled his house keys out of his pocket. Quickly, he set to work. He pushed hard into the paint and metal, leaving deep scratches all up and down. Then, he ran over to the grass by the parking lot and picked up a huge rock. He threw it at the windshield and with a huge, satisfying crunch, it caved in.

The alarm began blaring loudly. Ichigo's eyes bugged out of his head.

"OH SHIT!" He grabbed his keys and ran the hell out of there.

Grimmjow was washing his hands when he heard a very familiar car alarm going off. He stopped and his head slowly rose up to stare at his wide eyed reflection. Quickly, he kicked open the door and ran ouside. Slowly, he stopped and stared in absolute shock at his baby all carved up and battered. He moved over to the side and looked at the scratches.

THAT'S FOR ALMOST RUNNING ME OVER was carved into the side. He moved to the front and stared at the busted windshield and the huge rock sitting in his seat.

Grimmjow's mind was in a state of numb shock. He vaguely noted the people coming outside and gathering around his car. He also vaguely noted that his car alarm was still going off. Dumbly reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys, and shut off the alarm. Through the haze in his foggy mind, he thought, 'Who could have done this? Who had I almost hit?'

Grimmjow looked back through his mind and into the non-important details of his life; the details that didn't matter. He remembered having a headache, hurrying to work, and swerving around a corner. What else? His eyes widened. He also remembered a bright ass head of orange.

Grimmjow felt his lips twitching upwards dangerously as he slowly circled his car. The giggles in his throat were quickly pushing their way out and into his mouth. The people around him turned and stared at him with horrified expressions. They quickly dispersed at the madman's glint in his eyes.

Heh… He'd definitely get that little punk ass back. Just that little punk wait, they would meet again, he'd make certain of it.

Grimmjow cackled crazily, the maniacal glint in his eyes shining in the moonlight.

.:.~End of Chapter 2~.:.

Okay, so I know in the last chapter I said I'd update last week. Well, shit happened. BAD shit. Pray to god that I make it through this alive. Or pray to whatever heaven or high hell you believe in. If you don't believe in anything, then hope for the best of luck for me because if not…. Aw god, I don't even want to talk about it (though I will say that it's not illegal, just really bad problems happened to me).

But anyway, like I said, this chapter is much longer than the first and the chapters from now on should stay pretty consistent with this one.

Oh, I also used 'Mis'er Boss Mane'. That was supposed to be how black slaves were depicted to speak way back when. It was Nnoitra poking fun at Grimmjow, calling him a slave to Aisen. I do not feel that way about anyone. No one should be anyone's slave, it's wrong and degrading.

Also, Grimmpa and Ichichi finally met face to face, though not in the way some of you wanted. Don't worry; it won't be that way for long. Ichigo and Grimmjow will see shit tons more of each other from here on out. As well as Renji and a few others will become more important to this story as it rolls on.

Please review and tell me what you think. Is it shit, or not? Cuz if it is, I'm deleting it. 8) LOVE YA!

~8DRainbowManVan8D