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Here's chapter... lemme see... what chapter is it?

Grimmjow: Baka it's chapter 4!

Neko-chan: Ah yes. As I was saying...

Here's chapter 4! :3

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Ichigo's POV

I've noticed that recently I've been sighing a lot. A hell of a lot. I don't know what the cause is but its been pissing me off. Have you ever had the feeling that you're looking down at your own body? Where you watch yourself from a different point of view? An out of body experience? Well I seemed to be having one of those moments as I was on my way to art.

I watched as I dragged my feet down the dull grey corridors and scuffed my shoes on the chewing-gum covered floor. I sighed again on my way to Ukitake sensei's art room and sighed again in my own head for sighing out loud. See? I really was sighing too much.

I entered the classroom with my bangs covering my eyes, my head down low. There is no way I'm grinning at that blue haired bastard! I sat down and started unpacking my stuff as I waited for Ukitake sensei to come in. Ukitake sensei caught a disease the year before I came to Karakura High and it made his hair go a very eye catching white. It was easy enough to find him in a crowd, just like I was, what with my bright orange hair and all. I realised that I knew quite a few people with eye catching hair... Toushiro, Renji, Ukitake, Szayel, Grimmjow...

I groaned as the devil himself strutted in, grinning his signature shit eating grin. Most people would find that unattractive. Unnerving even. Well not me. I just love the way-

''Oi Ichigo, What's up with the grin?'' asked Nel, following behind her brother. Damn it! I forgot she was in my class! Well I never was any good at remembering names and faces. Especially where those names and faces go during school time.

I felt my face burn bright red as her words sunk in. I was smiling. Shit! And thinking about Grimmjow? Damn. It took me less than 5 minutes and that stupid arse made me grin.

''Uh... i-it's nothing really. Just thinking'' I replied, rubbing my the back of my neck with my hand.

Nel sat diagonal from me and Grimmjow took his place beside me. Orihime bounced in, her light orange hair dancing behind her. I distracted myself from looking at Grimmjow by randomly doodling in the back of my jotter.

Orihime sat across from me and began talking about some horrible sounding recipe with Nel. I scrunched my nose up and ignored them when I heard beef in the same sentence as custard.

I began leafing through my art jotter when Ukitake sensei walked in, the class falling silent as he did so. Ukitake was possibly the kindest teacher in Karakura High but he wanted respect and he hated it when people were talking when he was in the middle of something important.

''Ok class. Today we are going to be drawing naked models. I hope we can all be mature and respectful about this! This is Ms. Yoruichi Shihouin, please me nice as she is my old colleague.'' Ukitake sensei smiled warmly as a young, dark skinned woman walked in clad in nothing but a fluffy white bath robe. Half the males in the class shifted visibly. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Grimmjow pulled an extremely well kept art jotter from his not so well kept backpack. He always seemed... dare I say it? Well behaved in art class! He barely speaks and always seems to produce the best work. Especially that project he was doing last week... We were asked to draw our favourite animal and well, I didn't really have one so I chose a cat at random and drew Orihime's pet cat Tsubaki when I was there with Rukia. But when I was handing it in I couldn't help notice Grimmjow's work of art. He had drawn a sleek, elegant panther. At the bottom he signed his name and wrote the name 'Pantera' down the side of the page. I couldn't help stare at the beautiful big cat that seemed to want to jump out of the page. It was amazing among other things! I asked him why a panther and he just shrugged and said he liked big cats.

Now that I thought about it almost all of Grimmjow's art work was on display on the walls and it was all brilliant. The still life painting, the self portrait, the caricatures, the sketches and charcoal drawings. All amazing.

I caught myself rambling on and on in my head, vstopping my self and looking over to see Orihime at least halfway through her drawing. Oh shit! I wish I would stop spacing out. Like... NOW!

''You might wanna hurry it up Ichigo, she ain't gonna be here the whole week'' Grimmjow chuckled from beside me. He's right. Damn.

I didn't even bother replying as I focused on Yoruichi's expanse of dark skin. She was lying sideways on a couch; a classic nude pose. Most of the class worked in silence as all that could be heard was light whispers.

I was almost done when I froze in place. Grimmjow's knee brushed against my upper leg as he shifted into a more comfortable position. Fuck. I literally went a thousand shades of red as I cleared my throat and tried to pretend that that small touch hadn't made me shiver.

For fuck sake, Ichigo. Get a grip!

Grimmjow's POV

I glanced to my left and did a double take. Ichigo... was blushing? What the?

What the hells making him blush so badly? It can't be Yoruichi... I mean, sure she's attractive for a chick but I always had the feeling the Strawberry wasn't exactly straight. So what was- Oh.

I smirked as I realised what was making Ichigo blush. I rubbed my knee up his leg again and pretended to get frustrated with my drawing position. I almost laughed aloud as he shifted away and went a darker shade of red, if that was even possible. It was so fun to tease him.

No... wait. That sounds as if im-

No. No. No. I would never like him in that way. Ever. Impossible. I never went for masculine guys anyway. I was more of a... well I don't know how to put it but I went for shorter, dark haired guys. That train of thought led me to Ulquiorra.

I really should explain why that's a not-so-good direction of thought.

Around three weeks ago we decided to go clubbing with Ulquiorra's friend from college, Stark. We were fine until we were drunk and Stark had wandered off saying he was gonna get a taxi cause he was gonna pass out.

I hadn't got laid for weeks and being drunk and all... anyway all I can remember is kissing him senseless in some alleyway. I think after that we jerked each other off or somethin' cause I woulda remembered fuckin' him. He seemed normal (or at least, his usual self) when I saw him the next day, so either he doesn't remember or he just doesn't give a shit. He probably doesn't give a shit.

I looked down at my art jotter. It was just the eyes that looked wrong. If there was one thing I couldn't draw, it was eyes. That Yoruichi woman had golden cat-like eyes. They would be beautiful if I could fuckin' draw them!

She didn't look uncomfortable at all as she lay as naked as the day she was born on the art classrooms couch. My eyes raked her body as I drew in her curves and her facial details. I looked over at Nel and almost snorted audibly at what I saw. Nel was slouched in her seat, her pink tongue between her teeth as she tried to concentrate. Nel had never been an artistic person, she was more of a mathematical minded person. And yes, I know how stupid that sounds! She may not look it but she came top of the class in maths last year. Pissed that Ishida guy off a lot.

I liked to think I was good at art but sometimes I would get so frustrated with a drawing or painting that didn't look right, that I would end up tearing up the drawing or trashing the painting so I could start again. I'm what you would call a perfectionist.

Or at least in art I am. The bell rang just as I finished shading the purple haired woman's body and Ukitake announced that we could go.

''See ya Nel. Bye Orihime,'' Ichigo rushed from the art table. He seemed to reconsider and added,''Grimmjow.'' and fled.

Well that was a bit abrupt. Well I suppose I was teasing him after all. I didn't realise it had that much effect on him. I snorted as I realised where my thoughts seemed to be heading.

Makes it sound like Ichi-berry had the hots fer me.

I packed up my stuff and handed in my finished drawing to sensei.

''Wow! You make me look really beautiful!'' smirked our nude model, looking over Ukitake's shoulder at my drawing.

''Yes! This young man has some serious artistic talent! I have some high hopes for him!'' beamed Ukitake. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Sheesh. It wasn't that good! I shrugged non-committally and exited the class to find my locker. I sighed as I pulled my destroyed time table from my banged up locker. What's next...

I scanned the time table and groaned. Not religious studies. Anything but that! Load of shit. I don't even believe in god.

The rest of the day crawled by and passed without anything particularly special happening.

I was almost glad when Nel screeched to a halt by my side as I almost ran to the gates, wanting to taste freedom.

A/N: Ne, ne? How am I doing?

I hope its good :D

Well in the next few chapters Rangiku will be making an appearance and as in the summary, will decide to have a Halloween party!

The poll will decide the guests although there are a few people that, for the sake of the plot, have to be there! So don't worry if you cant vote for your fave character! He/She might already be there!

I hope ya liked it x3

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