The First Day

I don't know what to think about Grimmjow.

Everybody keeps telling me these bloody and cruel stories about him, but either of us remembers them, so I don't want to care about it. I'm trying to not care about it. But the terror that I see in peoples eyes is really hard to ignore. And there's something about the way he laughs, sometimes.

And I know it's not intentional, or maybe it is, but it's clear in almost everything, that he doesn't really trust people. I get this feeling that he's trusting me somewhat at least. He's starting to open up more and more each day, and as interesting it is to hear about this other life that he's remembering, it is to see how he grows as a person as experiences takes a place within him and creates him.

It feels like we're growing together side by side and that we'll be really good friends.

Then we stand there, the day of the entrance ceremony, side by side, and I know that the years to come will be awesome. And we'll kick everybody's asses in the combat classes. Cause outside of school we have the best of Soul Society in our friends group and all these noobs only have each other and we have all this past experience, and Grimmjow has it twice as much as me and it'll just be awesome.

His knuckles grace against mine and as I look up I see him staring at me and his cold blue eyes are warm and I just know that he remembered something more.

I was there with him. In rome. I find it quite hard to believe, but I can't see any reason for him to make something like that up. At the same time I can't ignore the thought of why he's telling me this now, when we're supposed to be listening to this speech. He still doesn't fully trust me. That I won't blow up in his face for not telling me sooner, or storming off calling him a liar or, I don't know what he expected so I turn my head back to watch the principal.

Then he brush his knuckles against mine once again as he leans in closer and I just have to turn back to face him. And he kiss me. His hand garbs mine gently as his lips close over mine. By auto I close my eyes and I'm just about to part my lips when he pulls away. When I open my eyes just a second later he's turned back to watch out over the crowd.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." His voice is slightly strange, I don't know where to place it. "I guess I'm just... confused." His brows knit together into a frown and his hand falls from mine.

"It's okay. Uhm," What am I supposed to say here? Have I ever been in this kind of situation? Do I feel that way about Grimmjow? I know that if this was Renji then I would... I don't know what I would do then either. "yeah, it's okay."

No matter what happens I'm sure that it'll be okay.

By luck me and Grimmjow were placed in the same dorm room, they say it was luck but I really think that they did it cause they're all afraid of him and they havn't realized that I don't really remember all the combat skills that I supposedly have.

"This is kinda cool. Feels nice." Grimmjow says, falling back onto his bed. "Wanna go and get our stuff later?"

"Renji said that he would come and drop my things after work so I'm cool. You need help with yours?"

"Yeah, or at least the board." He frowns as he says it. "About the kiss-"

"Grimm, it's okay. You don't have to feel sorry about it." Now when I've had some time to think about it I've realized what made him do it. "When you remember stuff you remember the feelings too, and it's not the first time I see you act out on them. Personally, I think that the kiss was much nicer than when you floored me last week." He release a light chuckle to that. We had been at the library and I had pushed lightly on his shoulder when he didn't respond to me calling his name. Before I had known it I had my back on the stone floor, Grimmjow hovering over me, a feral smirk covering his face.

"I guess you're right." he says as he sits up on his bed, and turns to look across the room at me, who's sitting on the other bed.

"Besides," I smile but I can feel something tugging at my heart when the next few words stumble out of my mouth. "I know that the you back then ain't the same as the you right now."

Whatever feelings or relationships that we've had in our past lifes or deaths don't have anything to do with the ones we have right now.

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"So, how's school?" Renji asks when I meet him in the afternoon.

"Fine, we've only had one class so far and it was boring as hell." Grimmjow's still in our room, packing up his stuff. He had a bit more than me, since he've actually had a home for the last few months while I just slept on Renji's couch. "This old man was nagging about how Soul Society was created by this king."

"Oh yeah, History pt. 1. At least it's more fun than pt. 2."

"Don't make me think about it."

"It was your choice to enroll, I kept telling you-"

"Yeah yeah, I know. But you know I couldn't just jump into a division right away." I don't have the slightest clue about what they do, or any kido skills. Hell, as of now, I don't even have the comat skills that I used to have. I look over at Renji as he fix his hair, straping the band even tighter around his red locks.

"You have to stop putting yourself down Ichi, I know-"

"No, you don't." I interupt him. I'm tired of this, all the time, day in and day out. "I'm not the same person as you remember. Everything that I did here, or in Hueco Mundo before I died, all the fights, all the training, all of that is gone. I don't remember any of it, it's like it never happened." I get the feeling that maybe I was a bit too harsh on him, he looks a bit hurt, a bit put out too.

"I'm sorry."

"I know it's hard to adjust to." It was hard for me to adjust to the feelings I had for him too, since I had nothing to base them on. But thanks to that I don't remember anything we've ever done together they're slowly disappearing. Hopefully they wont return, I don't wanna be in a one sided love thingy.

"Yeah." Reaching the lawn outside of the entrance gates we sit down. "Shuu will be here soon with some coffee and cupcakes."

"Sweet." All the other students that pass us by are staring. They're probably not used to seeing high ranked shinigamis, like Renji would even need his rank to be recognized.

"So, how's it going with Grimmjow?"

"Good, I guess." I don't really know what to say to that, and I'm pretty sure that Grimm wouldn't want me spilling everything he's been telling me. "We've been sparing every Wednesday and Friday and I'm really starting to get a hand of it. It's fun."

"Yeah, soon you'll start going with me again, right? I miss our sparring sessions."

"It's no fun when you just royally kick my ass without mercy."

He just laughs, loudly. "But come on, I have to now when i have the chance. Before we both know it you'll have all your powers back and then it won't be so easy."

"Whatever."

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"Grimm! Wake up!" I pull the pillow from beneath his head only to slam it down on his face directly afterwards. "We're having our first combat class in an hour." He just rolls over onto his stomach, grumbling.

"An hours a long way to go. Shut up."

"So, you don't wanna do some warm ups with me first? And breakfast?"

Fifteen minuets later we're on the lawn that's between four of the dorm houses. A bag of bagels and juice dropped just beneath a tree.

"You ready?" he says as he cracks his whole body, jumping up and down a few times. I just grin, matching his stance as we close in on each other.

My hand gets blocked by a underarm, my knee by a palm. I jump back as he does a high kick aiming for my jaw but dive right back in. The kicks become fewer and fewer and our hand to hand faster and faster until I can feel myself missdjudging one of his moves, leaving me open. A palm press my head towards the sky and a foot is pressing on my chest the next half second, making me fall towards the ground.

"Ouch." I grunt, opening my eyes to see him sitting down on my chest, fisting his hand into my top.

"How manny times have I told you to fix your footing kid?" I'm next to shocked my the seriousness in his voice and the close to fear that's evident in his frustration.

"Uhm, never? Grimmjow?" Did he have another flash-back? They're affecting him harder now than they did a month ago...

"Oh, right." He looks up, his hand loosening it's grip. "Sorry." He's just about to get up but I grab his hand, holding him still.

"Do you need to talk? What did you remember?" His eyes are blinking slowly as he stare into mine, then they drift down, towards my shoulder, my chest.

"It was just a shallow wound. Nothing serious." he says as that regular frown settles in a bit deeper. "I just get pissed off when I see you making the same mistakes over and over and-"

"That's not fair, it's not like I remember doing them."

"But I keep telling you to always keep your balance and yet as soon as we enter the damn court you seem to forget all about it." he sounds frustrated and I'm sure that he's not completely back yet.

"Grimmjow!" That made him shut up alright. "You've never told me about my footing, we've never been fighting in some court, I've never gotten wounded. We're both fine and we're in school and we have class in ten minuets or so."

"Right." He stands up abruptly, then gives me his hand and pulls me up too. "Right. Let's go." He strolls towards the tree and our bagels. I know that I should say something but I don't know what, and I'm not sure that he would want me to bring anything up right now either. So I don't say anything and accepts the bagel and bottle of juice when he hands them over to me.

And then we walk to class.

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Sry, I know this is total crap. I just don't don't have any affection to this story... or Bleach at all lately. Uhm. Yeah.