"I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man would think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a while heap of things that he doesn't mean.'- Oscar Wilde

Grimmjow had spent fifteen minutes in a coffee shop he normally wouldn't have looked at, let alone walk inside and sit down to have a hot drink after his long shift at the grocery store that he hated with a passion. He had been held up because apparently yelling at a store customer wasn't appropriate, even when that customer was being a total asshole and asking the stupidest questions. The stupid bastard had spent close to half an hour arguing with Grimmjow about the difference between a fucking sweet potato and a yam.

Needless to say Grimmjow no longer had a job and was glad to spend the bit of money he had left on a double-double as he talked with Nnoitra on the phone. "If you need I can give you a job here man, dad needs the help with manual labor anyhow." Grimmjow shrugged his shoulders as he took another swig of his coffee, burning the inside of this mouth.

"Sounds fucking fine by me, what'll I get from the old man?"

"Sixteen an hour sign up for however many hours you want the week before hand but you don't get paid overtime, can't sign up for more then sixteen hours in a week though." The deal sounded fine with Grimmjow, he'd have to work a little over two hours every day a week and he could have a boat load of cash in no time.

"I'll be there whenever the old man wants me to start then." Without goodbyes Grimmjow hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. He wanted to go see his building, he was itching to hit something and was on his way passed the building so he could get to the gym since he'd been canned in those old fashioned ways where he cant even finish his shift. 'Now that I think about it… am I even allowed back in the fucking building?' he knew that he didn't actually give a flying rats ass if he was allowed into the building or was banned, but he doubted anything truly bad would happen aside from the poor little scared manager asking him to leave through a stutter.

The blue haired teen stood up from his seat and head out of the coffee shop, heading down Hastings towards the building he knew would one day be his. It was a six story building that had last been an apartment building, but after some intense research Grimmjow had realized that the buildings structure was perfect for doing what he wanted to do with it.

His plan was to turn it into a huge work out center, rip out all but the top two floors and make a huge open area in the center, where the floors would only exist around the edges, completely covered in martial arts mats and boxing rings. It was the best plan in the world, he could teach classes and get a bunch of money doing what he loved to do best; hit people and watch people get hit.

Turning left along the same street he'd crossed two weeks prior when he'd last heard the Weeping Angel, he found himself looking down at his watch to catch the time; ten thirty on the dot. Letting out an irritated sigh he stuffed his cold hand back into his pocket and hunched his shoulders against the snow and wind, making his navy blue scarf cover his entire neck and his jaw as he head for the building with the many 'For Sale' signs in the windows.

'WE'RE NOT GONNA BE JUST A PART OF THEIR GAMES, WE'RE NOT GONNA BE JUST A VICTIM! WE'RE TAKING OUR DREAMS AND THEY TEAR THEM APART, TIL EVERYONES THE SAME! I'VE GOT TO PLACE TO GO, I'VE GOT NOWHERE TO RUN, THEY LOVE TO WAT ME FALL, THEY THINK THEY KNOW IT ALL! I'M A NIGHTMARE, A DISASTER! THAT'S WHAT THEY ALWAYS SAID! I'M A LOST CAUSE, NOT A HERO, BUT I'LL MAKE IT ON MY OWN!-'

The ringtime cut out as Grimmjow answered his phone by raising it to his ear, trying his best to ignore the person on the other side of the preset tone 'It's Me Against the World' by Simple Plan. It was a song that often reminded him just how much he hated the person on the other side of the call.

"What?"

"Grimmjow, I'm glad I got you. I hear that you've been fired from your job at the grocery store."

"Yeah, so?"

"How are you planning to live on your own now?" Grimmjow clenched his jaw shut tightly with a glare, he hated talking with his father. "Your mother and I only pay enough for your rent and car insurance. I suppose you can cut out car insurance and eat, or-"

"I've got it covered old man. I've got a new job at a local dealership and it pays more. Anything else you want to lecture me about?" He knew that nothing he said about a job would make his family happy, it's why he had them void their parental rights to him. Neither his father or mother would be satisfied and happy until their rough and tumble son took a sudden extreme interest in Biochemical science. His parents had messed with him so much as a child that he was pretty sure it was the reason for his blue hair; his father probably gave his mom something while she was pregnant to see the result.

"Have you rethought your stupid career choice yet Grimmjow? Your mother misses you, stop this foolishness." He knew it was all just bullshit.

"Nope, I'm still going to watch people beat each other to a pulp for a living."

"It's a stupid idea Grimmjow, you don't even box on a regular basis. Do you even box at all?"

"Like a give a shit. Listen, if you want someone to be the perfect kid just tell Nemu to do enough shit for the both of us. It's not like she doesn't listen to every fucking thing you say to a T." He had tried as a kid to protect her, to teach her to rebel a little bit, but the girl just didn't listen to anything if it wasn't uttered from their fathers twisted lipless mouth.

"Listen, I've got to go, homework and shit." At that exact moment, because luck just loved to screw him over, an ambulance that was passing flicked on it's lights and turned the high pitched siren on.

"It sounds like you're out, Grimmjow." The blue hared teen could hear the annoyance in his fathers voice and grit his teeth.

"That's the window open. Bye Myuri, I'll talk soon." It was nothing but a habit he'd gotten into when speaking with his parents. If he didn't say it he'd get a huge lecture or the insane scientist at his doorstep.

"It's been three weeks since we've spoken."

"Because I'm tired of hearing your bullshit." He knew there would be a deduction, his father would be madder then Hades because his son had hung up on him, but the man had already done his worst to Grimmjow as a child. He didn't care if there was a little less money because if he needed it he'd get Nel to help with his insurance payments since he drove her to school and back.

He stuffed his phone into his rear pocket and rubbed his hands together to transfer some of the heat from the hand that had been in his pocket to the one that had been holding his frozen phone. "Stupid fucking shit-head. Where the fuck does he get off saying something as stupid as that shit. Bullshit mum misses me, the only thing that bitch misses is her cells in the lab and her jewelry when it's off to get polished."

Something moving in the edge of his vision caught his attention, he sneered as he looked in the direction only to see the bane of his existence since starting school and having to face the carrot hared teen every day in History and Phys Ed; Kurosaki. He still didn't know the teens first name, he doubted he would ever care even with his interest in the boy.

Grimmjow had no idea what it was about Kurosaki that he liked, whether it be the fiery temperment or the strong body that fought against him as hard as it could, or if it was those smoldering eyes that just hated him so much it could be mistaken for lust. Every time he saw those eyes glaring at him a sadistic smirk would cross his face, knowing that Kurosaki was thinking about him for one reason or another. The thought of dominating the other teen was a constant thought in Grimmjow's mind as well every time they played soccer in Phys Ed he'd make sure to target the orange haired teen and get him pinned with a well placed kick between Kurosaki's legs.

With his smirk clear on his face Grimmjow hurried forwards to catch the teen. However when Grimmjow turned the third corner he thought Kurosaki had turned he was met with nothing but an alley, making him frown as he continued his walk in silence. The allure of the six story building he wanted as his own was too much to pass up, even if the time was getting late and he still have a good three hours of homework to do.

The air was so cold as Grimmjow got closer and closer to his future building, wanting nothing more then to run there and maybe even sneak inside like he did that trip his family took there a few years prior. Another glance down at his watch told him it was ten thirty-eight, he'd done lots in the short amount of time, but as his watch clicked to ten thirty-nine he froze as a soft tone was held over the slight sound the fairly noisy city had to offer.

The few people walking down the street with Grimmjow slowed their pace, some even stopped altogether in favor of looking around to see where the echoing sound was coming from.

The blue haired teen looked around his immediate vicinity and spotted a bench, deciding to take a seat for the duration of 'the Weeping' while trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. The bench he'd found was directly outside a little bookstore, use books lined the shelves in spades and there was an open book carved of wood on the handle as a decoration. All he wanted to know was who was making that sound, the tone and lullaby that resonated around the small section of city so late at night.

"Mommy, it's so pretty! Where's it coming from?"

"They say it's the Weeping Angel. Every night at this time it's been crying for the last six months." Grimmjow looked up with a scowl, more pissed then not that the woman had made a sound to cover up the soft tones that were turning slightly frantic. He couldn't really hold in his question though, he had to know.

"Hay, how long did you say it's been going on?" The woman turned around to answer Grimmjow but was taken aback by his appearance; the tattoo's under his eyes probably didn't help.

"S-six months."

"Huh." Grimmjow stood up again and walked around the woman and her kid, mentally cursing the irresponsible parent for letting their child out so late in such cold weather. He'd made a snap decision to wander the streets until the sound stopped before he'd return to his apartment. 'I want to know who's making that fucking sound. What goddamn reason do they think they have for making us all hear that damn sad as shit song?'

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Hey Ichigo, you're coming with all of us tonight, right?"

"Where you going?" Ichigo turned around in his seat to his friends group in tutorial, he was trying his hardest to ignore Grimmjow and his blasting metal music as he inquired Renji and Uryuu about the question he had no idea about.

"We're going to hear the Weeping Angel, Ishida and I've got a bet going on whether or not the sound really happens. This is the first Friday we're all free that late." Ichigo instantly gave his friends an apologetic look.

"Sorry guys, but I cant. I've got a late shift again tonight to help kick in some more money. Besides, I doubt it exists. The Weeping Angel is nothing but a lore made up by some stupid person with too much time on their hands and an imagination."

"Dude, my mom said she heard it just last night."

"Yeah Ichigo, and Byakuya said that he heard it too." Rukia decided to pop into the conversation as she sat herself down on Renji's desk between the two.

"It doesn't exist if you haven't heard it yourself, and I haven't heard any angels cry. Ever think it's some person just turning their radio up too loud?"

Renji put the back of his hand on Rukia's stomach and pushed her back so she could see Ichigo "Common Ichi, it's a mystery, lets solve it or something. We could be like Shaggy and Scooby Doo!"

"Listen, I really don't want to- even if I did I couldn't. I'm not getting off work until ten tonight, I'd have to fly to make it over. You guys shouldn't miss out on it." Ichigo pulled himself up as the bell to dismiss for lunch ran over through the already crowded halls of the school.

Once inside the music room Ichigo closed the door behind him, no one ever came in during lunch so he found it a nice time to practice in the open, allowing him to get a feel for the volume and style so he could play his audition perfectly.

"Hey Orange, what the fuck are you doing here?" Grimmjow's voice was much louder then it needed to be, making Ichigo's bow slip close to the bridge so a quick shriek sound resonated throughout the room.

With a sigh to calm himself Ichigo lowered his violin slightly and his bow so it was perpendicular to his leg. "Practicing Blue, what's it look like?" With an irritated air Ichigo plucked a few strings to check the sound then twisted the fine tuning peg slightly.

"Really? Here I figured you were hiding in here to fuck yourself, damn. Looks like I owe Nnoitra five bucks." Ichigo rolled his eyes as Grimmjow strut into the room and stood just behind the teen as he applied resin to his bow. "What're you playing?"

"Nothing, I'm putting resin on my bow. Damn Blue, do you even have eyeballs?" Ichigo ground his teeth together as he set the bow down on top of the piano and turned to face Grimmjow, not expecting him to be that close.

"Don't know, maybe you should check." With a scowl Ichigo refused to look up into Grimmjow's eyes, instead he put his hands on Grimmjow's chest and pushed the other back.

"Fuck off Grimmjow, you've got no business being inside this room."

"Appreciating music doesn't count?" Ichigo chortled as he stopped pushing on Grimmjows chest, glad that the bigger teen was at least three feet away now.

"Appreciating that crap that blasts in your ears doesn't count. So why don't you just go play with your friends and come up with new ways to bother me collectively? I do hate the collective torture much more then this one on one stuff." Ichigo in earnest didn't want to think about having to deal with Grimmjow, not when he still had a page and a half of music to write.

"Even if I want to listen?"

"You wouldn't understand the music Grimmjow, don't even pretend. Besides all you'll do is turn it around on me, and I've got an audition to apply for. Now will you please leave?" Ichigo turned the closest thing to begging eyes on Grimmjow and pointed towards the door.

"Now why the fuck would I do that Pumpkin? It's just so much fucking fun to bother you."

"Grimmjow, get the fuck out of here. I don't give a flying fuck if you terrorize me in the rest of the fucking school, but I leave you the fuck alone in the shop class, so give me this fucking room!" Grimmjow held up his hands in mock innocence and took a few steps back towards the door, making his way out of the room.

"Fine Pumpkin, I'll see you in English then."

"And don't fucking call me that!" Ichigo wanted to throw something but all he had on hand was his violin and bow, not things he was willing to loose to the force the fall would give.

With much more rage then before Ichigo gripped his violin and raise it to his shoulder, point to play for only a fraction of a moment before he ripped his arm down and the bow across the strings, forcing a screaming sound out of the violin. His fingers flew rapidly, moving in a familiar dance that he knew all too well. His body rocked, swayed and he practically started dancing as he played his piece, not caring who heard it as they walked by and not giving any mind as the door opened and closed with the distinct clock of a lock half way through his musical tirade.

As the song came to a close Ichigo let out a breath he'd held through the last ten bars of the song, before lowering the bow and just pointing it at the ground, letting the vibrations of the song resonate throughout the room.

"You know, I really wish you'd stop playing either so sad or so mad Ichigo. You were the best of the best, but now all you have is this rage and sadness. I know it was hard, but wouldn't you want to go back to normal, to honor your family."

"Why bother? It's not like anyone will get the message. I learned the violin for her and all fate's done is pull away the rest." Ichigo set his violin down and turned to Yuroichi.

She knew things were rough, Ichigo was over protective of everyone he cared about and he didn't handle loss well, but something deeper had been bugging her since school started. "Ichigo, is there anything you need to tell me before this scholarship audition?"

"Nope, I'll be fine by then. I'm going to be playing Rosa La, transposed for the violin instead of piano."

"Oh, that's a good choice, have you thought of something more upbeat?"

"No, it's the most technical song I know to date. I've spent the most time on it and I'm not going to change it now." Ichigo reached over to his book bag and pulled out an apple he'd bought on his way to school that morning.

"Alright then Ichigo. If you ever need help with anything just let me know, anything at all- it doesn't even have to be school related." Ichigo nod his head and took a bite.

"I will ma'am."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Get yer ass up Grimm, it's fucking Six o'clock you dumb ass." Nnoitra walked into the staff room of the garage and let out a sigh as Grimmjow just rolled over onto his stomach on the couch that was set out for break times. "Grimm, wake the fuck up, yer gonna be late dumb ass!"

"No I wont, my fucking cars out front."

"Bullshit, Nel came by and picked it up. And I'm not going in today so you might wanna fucking get going." Grimmjow had all of his books spread out all over the room, some of the pages covered with little smears of grease from where he'd touched them without cleaning his hands off soon enough. Math and business statistics were spead all over the place and it seemed to just arch around the blue haired teen.

"Then drive me."

"I'm not fucking driving you in, get there your fucking self."

"Ugh, fuck you Nnoi!" Grimmjow pushed himself up and started stumbling around, stuffing all his papers and homework into his bag before stumbling out the doors running a hand over his face with a glare to help him wake up.

Passing through the familiar streets Grimmjow ground his teeth, seething at the fact Nel had actually taken his car so he had to walk across town to get to school. He walked down the route so he could see his building, the one he was determined he was going to buy.

It struck him that he also had the night off so he could go back and check on the building after school as well, maybe even sneak inside and check out how much work would have to be put into the building to get his goal accomplished.

The outside looked fairly old, it was made of concrete but covered in a layer of red brick, the old apartment name had been scraped off the building and painted over, the awning needed changing and he already knew that he'd be taking the awning off completely when he bought it. He could see the silhouettes of guys beating each other up in every window but the ones on the top floors. No, those walls would be knocked out and replaced with large panes of glass and would make his own personal living area. He would bring so many people up because it'd be easy to turn into a party building at night. He could just imagine all the pleasure filled recreational activities.

Grimmjow sat himself down on a bench across the street, knowing he had certainly enough time to sir for a minute or two. He was covered in brease and smelled horrible from the day before, but a shower at school would only take five minutes before changing into his Phys Ed clothes.

The teens Prussian blue eyes widened as he caught an orange blob moving out from the side of his future building. He got up and followed the blob until he realized it was Ichigo, not much more then a block ahead of him. He was curious as to why Ichigo could be in his future building, and so early in the morning at that. If his memory served him right from the day before Ichigo had been wearing the same clothes when he left school.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Ichigo was rushing, he had woken up just a little late after staying up until one in the morning to get all his homework done, his phone had been going off all night with texts from his friends that he didn't expect to be seeing when he got to school and it started.

"Fuck my damn live, I can't believe this stupid shit. I stay up too late giving Renji shit excuses and now I'm fucking late for school. I'm going to kill that Pineapple-headed shit." Ichigo hopped out onto a clear street with a glare as he harshly stuffed his hands into his pockets, fighting the urge to break into a run so he could get to the school sooner and out of the cold.

"Oi Orangey, what're you doing here so early?" Ichigo stopped in the middle of the empty street and turned around to find Grimmjow jogging up to him.

"Fuck off Grimm, I'm not in the mood for your shit right now." Ichigo turned around again and started forcing his way to school with a growl of annoyance.

"Awe, don't be like that Pumpkin, I just figured we could walk to school together." Grimmjow stopped beside Ichigo, a huge smirk on his face as he stuffed his hands into his pockets to warm his already warm hands. He was trying to keep the mocking tone to a minimum, but it didn't work too well. "We don't fucking talk at all anymore. So, I figured you could entertain me while we walk to school."

"I don't wanna talk Jaegerjaquez." Ichigo looked down at the ground, hopping out of the path of a slush puddle before continuing like nothing happened.

"Then I'll start because I fucking hate silence when I walk. I've never seen you walking to school before, so why the fuck not?"

"I usually leave earlier."

"Where do you live?"

"Around, you?"

"The other side of town."

"Where's your car this morning?"

"You noticed, how nice Pumpkin. Nel took it before I woke up, I slept at work last night, overall I've had a fucking shit morning."

"Don't call me that."

"What, Pumpkin?"

"Duh."

"Then what the fuck's yer name Kurosaki?"

"Just call me Kurosaki." The two fell into a silence that was fairly relaxed, but Grimmjow just couldn't have the silence.

"There's going to be a big-ass party happening at my place on the 24th if you want to come. I'm sure your friends could come too if they want."

"Sounds great, but I've got plans." Ichigo didn't feel like fighting or telling Grimmjow off for bothering him morning and then inviting him to a party. Grimmjow could tell, there was no spark when he'd jab at him. There was a sinking feeling in his gut but he wasn't yet sure of it, determined beyond belief to get his rival back Grimmjow decided that he'd be following Ichigo around that night, simply because he had nothing better to do with no work.


AN: So I hope this chapter put Grimmjow's character back on track personality wise. I have to re-write a lot of this story because I screwed up horribly on that ^_^' I'm really sorry if this story isn't to your liking, but if so you don't have to read it anymore.

For those of you do do enjoy please review and wait patiently for the next chapter, because it'll be up really really soon.