A/N: This seems a bit short and rushed but the next chapter will more then make up for it. You'll find out the villain and Grimmjow caring for Ichigo in his own Grimmjow way.

Reviews are welcomed and greatly appreciated.

"What the hell is that supposed mean Shinigami?" Grimmjow sneered, sliding his legs from under him as he placed them onto the floor.

"Exactly what I said. I mean, all you ever do is come to cause me harm."

"Thats not true."

"Uh yeah it is." Ichigo dared roll his eyes at the arrancar.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I healed you remember? Well not me personally, but I let that girl heal you!"

"Yeah so you could kill me later."

"That's not the point."

"That is exactly the point."

"No! You-" Grimmjow flung himself from the bed, turning to grab Ichigo by the collar of his shirt and tugging him from the bed. "You're so fucking annoying."

"That's my line! Ever since you damn arrancars came around things kept getting worse. You wouldn't leave my world alone, wouldn't leave me alone! You, Ulquiorra, that big guy-"

"Don't talk like we're all the same Ichigo!" Grimmjow warned with a hiss, bringing Ichigo closer to himself as his blue eye's flashed in anger.

"Why not? You were all out to kill innocent people!" Ichigo snapped, actually shoving the arrancar backwards, his fists clenching Grimmjow's jacket tightly.

"Under Aizen's orders!"

"Don't give me tha-ack!"

A crushing force crashed down upon the two, causing Ichigo to slump down with the pressure while Grimmjow's entire body tensed, forcing himself to stand through it. It was such a powerful reiatsu that Grimmjow had a hard time keeping his cool. And then just like that it was gone, leaving a anxious Espada and a panting half-conscious teenager.

"Fuck. What was that?" Grimmjow muttered to himself before he focused on Ichigo, the teen having fallen to the floor as he struggled to breathe.

Grimmjow cursed, crouching down top place his hand on Ichigo's back, while the other slid under him to lay him on his back. Their previous argument was nearly completely forgotten as he gave a squeeze to Ichigo's shoulder. "Breathe Ichigo breathe."

"W-What...was tha-that?" The former shinigami wheezed, his lungs feeling like they were being constricted.

"I don't know, something pretty strong. You're human body couldn't take the force of it from the look of things" Grimmjow spoke calmly, lifting Ichigo's upper body up. His concern grew when the teen simply slumped against him like a rag doll.

"A-Aizen?"

"Nah not him." He wasn't sure if that helped Ichigo or not, but he decided he needed to get him off the floor. "I'm gonna carry you to your bed. Don't throw up on me."

Without another word he slid his arms under Ichigo's knees and lifted him slowly, not wanting any hasty movements to rattle Ichigo's fragile frame at the moment, knowing that the presence of a reiatsu of that intensity was not something that was easily shaken off.

"I think that it was just something passing through, it was gone pretty quickly after all." Grimmjow mused, reaching Ichigo's bed in no time as he laid the teen on it carefully. He apparently wasn't careful enough as Ichigo tossed himself over the edge of the bed and vomited, his stomach protesting heavily at the moment.

'I feel so weak and so cold.' Ichigo thought among the blackness that was coating his mind. 'I'm slipping...'

Grimmjow that wrinkled his nose in disgust before he turned the teen back over onto his back and sat next to him, leaning over him as he took in Ichigo's condition. "Fuck you really did lose your powers. You shouldn't be this messed up Ichigo." He actually ran a hand over Ichigo's sweaty forehead to push back his hair from his eyes. He growled when he noticed Ichigo's eyes losing their focus, and then ichigo wasn't panting anymore. In fact all the trembling and harsh breathing ceased completely. "Fuck! Ichigo!"

Ichigo was gone.