Man, couldn't think much of the Halloween theme but all of them iz good! Enjoy! P.S.- not really sure if Japanese people really do celebrate Halloween. Oh well.

Berry Angel by Boogermeister

65-Jason

"Do we have to visit . . . .?" frowned Renji when he and Rukia walked up to the apartment. On their way, they saw decorations of carved pumpkins and and flimsy ghosts hanging by the windows. "And especially on this time of year? You know that Hollows sometimes come out here, Rukia."

"You know you didn't have to come," frowned Rukia. "You're just hating the fact that Tensa has my attention, and it's been over 14 years."

"It's not that," he mumbled under his breath. The petite woman rolled her eyes at him and rang the doorbell. "It's true that the kid likes you, but it's almost like a sister."

"I know but-" The door suddenly swung open and both of them jumped back in shock; it was a tall man in a jumpsuit, wearing a dirty hockey mask. "What the . . . .?" Rukia gasped in fear, noticing that the man was holding a bloody machete.

"Hah, scared you guys!"

"Huh . . . .?" Renji frowned in surprise, as the mask was pulled off to reveal Tensa grinning.

"I scared ya, I scared ya . . . .!" he laughed in a sing-song voice.

"You little brat . . . .!" Rukia scowled angrily as she kicked him in the shin. "Why'd you did that for, Tensa!"

"Because it's Halloween, duh!" he scoffed.

"You go around, scaring people like that?" frowned Renji.

"No, you guys are the first ones," smiled Tensa as they stepped inside. "I showed it to Starrk this morning but he just stared at me."

"Ichigo's right, you got your wierd sense of humor from your grandfather," sighed Rukia.

66- Pumpkin

"Mama, I want this one!" beamed Tensa, hugging at the bright orange squash that was obviously bigger than him. Ichigo sighed as he walked up to his son.

"Tensa . . . . that thing gotta weight up to 80 pounds," he sighed. "Not to mention how much mess it'll make when we carve it out."

"Aw . . . ." the five year old pouted.

"Come on, we'll find the perfect one," he smiled lightly as they wandered through the small patch. "I'm just saying, we can't have that pumpkin because you know that Goat-Face'll try to mangle it in his own creative way."

"That's why I wanted it," he argued.

"Then you're wierd like Grandpa," he smirked, causing his son to scowl at him.

67- Jaques-o'-lantern

Grimmjow frowned at the carved pumpkin on the kitchen table, the one that Ichigo had made. ". . . . What bullshit is this?" he grumbled. The hollowed out squash was already lit, revealing the feral yet comical rendition of the former Sexta.

"You don't like it, Grimmjow?" asked Nel, blinking obliviously at the pumpkin.

"Kurosaki's mocking me, by using this . . . . thing to carve at!" he scowled.

"Really, I don't see it," she shrugged. "This is what most humans do at this time of year, I heard that they were first used to drive away spirits."

"It's driving me crazy, if you ask me," Grimmjow scoffed as he picked it up. "Once I see Ichigo, I'm gonna chuck it at his face."

"Oh, don't do that, Grimmjow."

"Shut it, watch me," he grumbled just as the eleven-year-old walked into the kitchen.

"Grimmjow . . . . what're you doing?" Tensa frowned in confusion. Grimmjow blinked at him and frowned awkwardly, putting down the pumpkin.

"Well . . . . I just saw this on the table and I thought that, um . . . ." he grumbled.

"He said that the pumpkin looked like him," snitched Nel, ignoring the annoyed scowl from Grimmjow.

"Oh, that . . . .?" mumbled Tensa, glancing down sheepishly. "Well, it's kinda my idea."

"Huh? Why's that, kid?" questioned the blunet.

"Because since Jack-o'-lanterns are supposed to be scary, I thought that your face would be good for it," he shrugged. "Your face is scary enough to scare away those who tried to challenge you, so I suggest to Mom and he agreed with it."

"But he didn't have to make me look like this . . . ." Grimmjow frowned as he crossed his arms.

"Still, I asked him to do it because . . . . I really think that you're awesome, Grimmjow," he replied, and Grimmjow blinked in surprise at that.

"You think I'm awesome, kid?" he muttered.

"Yeah . . . ." nodded Tensa. Grimmjow let a deep exhaled and scratched through his hair.

"Damn, I can't feel like this . . . ." he muttered under his breath before glancing at him, feeling his face warming up at the compliment. "Thanks, I guess . . . ." Tensa smiled at him and left the kitchen. ". . . . Man, he's the kid of my rival and yet I'm having this weirdness inside of me."

"It's called caring, Grimmjow," smiled Nel. "You actually care about Tensa."

"Tch, get bent . . . ." he scoffed softly as he glanced at the pumpkin. "Don't know what you're talking about."

68- Bakeneko

Michirou frowned at the black cat that was nestled onto Tensa's shoulder as they walked from school, the animal often came by to be with the animal lover. "You sure that cat's not a stray or some feral, Tensa?" he sighed.

"No . . . . this cat's belongs to my Mom's old friend," he shrugged, lightly scratching at the feline's head. "He would let her wander around the city and now she comes by to greet us."

"But a black cat . . . .? Aren't they considered bad luck?" he frowned.

"Not really, depending on the cultural concept."

"And don't they hang around witches and sorcerers and shit?"

"Huh? Do you really that?" scoffed Tensa. "Although her owner wears a hat and talks like he's in another world."

"Quit making fun of me . . . ." grumbled Michirou as he began to lag behind. He glanced at the cat, who glanced back, and frowned again. "What're you looking at?"

". . . . Not much, boy," the cat suddenly talked in a masculine voice, and the teen halted his steps in shock.

"Wh-wh-what the . . . .?" he gasped sharply, catching Tensa's attention.

"Huh? What's the matter, Michirou?" he muttered as he glanced at him.

"The . . . . the cat just talked, dude!" he exclaimed, pointing at the oblivious feline.

"Really . . . .? And I can fart out the ABC's," he smirked lightly.

"I'm serious! And the cat got a guy's voice, too!" gasped Michirou. "Maybe that quack's really a witch, like you say!"

"Come on, you drank one too many energy drink at lunch earlier," scoffed Tensa, as he resumed walking. "Let's go, I need to help Starrk stocking up an ass-load of candies since Halloween's coming up."

"But, but-"

"I like tuna, give me tuna . . . ." smirked the cat, much to his shocked expression.

"There, the cat did it again!" he exclaimed, earning passerbys to glare at him in confusion.

"Uh-huh . . . ."

Later . . . .

"That's not a really good prank you played on his friend," Yoruichi sighed, her tail thumping lightly against countertop.

"Yeah well, he needed to get back at for joking about my family a lot," shrugged Tensa, putting away chocolate-sandwiched cookies that are seasonally orange-flavored. "Besides, it's not like he'll remember it. He'd be so freaked out that he might not think about it, he'll just blame it on the energy drinks."

"Let's hope so . . . ."

69- Costume Party

"Hee hee . . . .!" giggled Tensa, prancing around in his Grim Reaper costume after just eating two bite-sized chocolate candies. The four-year-old then followed after his mother, dressed like a teen victim from a horror film with a 'blood-stained' shirt, and squealed when he saw the same candy in his hand. "Mama, I want more chocolate!" he beamed.

"Heh, not likely you bag of sugar," smirked Ichigo, ruffling at his hair before walking away. Tensa pouted a little before deciding to con the adults at the party. Seeing the glitter-covered vampire Orihime, he walked up to her and tugged at her cape.

"Hm? Oh, hey there Tensa!" smiled Orihime as she glanced down. "What is it?"

"I want some candy!" he replied before remembering his basic etiquette. "Uh, please!"

"Well-"

"Gotcha, my cute little bloodsucker!" squealed Chizuru, suddenly glomping the unexpected girl.

"Gahh!" she shrieked in surprise.

"Damn it, let go of her!" scowled Tatsuki, the other 'teen victim' stomped her down. Tensa frowned a little before wandering off to see Uryuu, in a mad scientist lab coat, sitting by the living room window.

"Uryuu . . . .!" he smiled, leaning against his knee. "Guess what!"

"Yeah, what is it?" asked Uryuu, glancing down at him.

"Um, Mama says you hafta get me some candy, please," he smiled but the man simply frowned at him.

"Oh no, I know that you're lying to me," he sighed. "I know that Ichigo won't like it if I give you any more candy."

"Aww . . . ." he frowned, now he has to find another grown-up to give him some sweets. Chad, dressing like a boxer champion, didn't help as he simply patted him on the head. His aunts, Yuzu as a pop rocker and Karin as a punk rocker, just bickered over who should give some to him. Losing attention, Tensa walked away and went into the kitchen. The large bowl of candy was right on the center of the table, but he can't try to get it. His mother would see him and he would get scolded. "Ugh . . . ." he frowned in a pouting manner.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the head. "Huh?" Tensa glanced up and saw Starrk; at the family's bizarre request, he was dressed like a homeless person.

"Don't tell anyone this," he muttered softly, taking a handful of candy. "Here you go, Tensa . . . ."

"Oh . . . .!" gasped Tensa. "Thank you, Starrk!"

"Hide in your room for a while, nobody will notice you," he suggested.

"Okay . . . .!"

70- Devils are Coming

"Stop it."

"No."

"Stop it."

"Nope."

"Stop . . . . poking me."

"Make me."

". . . . Damn it, quit poking me with that stupid fork thingy!" frowned Shinji as he swatted away Tensa's plastic trident. "You little devil!"

"Heh, I am a devil," smirked the eight-year-old, he was only dressed in a red shirt but he was sporting the small tail and the little horns peeking over his chestnut hair. "And now I'm torturing you to get me some candy, Shinji."

"Tch, don't that guy own a candy store? Get it from him," grumbled the blonde vizard, waving him away dismissively.

"Can't, Mama won't let Starrk give me some," he sighed as he sat next to him in the same old abandoned warehouse. "I'm not sure if it's because he's a doctor and that too much candy isn't good for me."

"Duh, eating too much sugar can much you feral. Just look at Hiyori . . . ."

71- Costume Party 2

Rukia blinked in surprise at Starrk sleeping on the couch as ususal, but it was what he was wearing that made her smirked a little. The former Primera were wearing an opened floral pink kimono and the straw hat to go along with his black clothing. "Um . . . . is he supposed to be Captain Kyouraku?" she smirked with a raised eyebrow.

"He does kinda look like him," shrugged Renji. "Put a bottle of sake next to him and he'd be his twin."

72- Jeepers Creepers

Tensa groaned for the umpteenth time, he was supposed to get ready to meet Naomi at the movies. Not slashing down a butt-load of Hollows that conveniently popped up just before his date. "Damn it . . . .!" he scoffed in annoyance. He was just about to go back into his human body nearby when another Hollow popped out of nowhere in an attempt to slash at him.

"Oh my- come on, this can't be serious!" he scowled, dodging the attack before slashing at the monster. "Ahh! I hate this, I dunno why I wanted to be a Soul Reaper!"

"Oi, what's the matter, Kurosaki?" Tensa frowned in surprise before turning to see Grimmjow sauntering up to him with a small smirk.

"Tch, what happened by just calling me Tensa or just 'kid', Grimmjow?" he scoffed.

"Only when you're in your daily life," he smirked. "And what's wrong, can't stomp out the roaches?"

"I was on my way to . . . . meet a friend when the Hollows started coming out of nowhere and attacked me," he frowned.

"Huh, it's tougher than expected, eh?" Grimmjow shrugged. "But if you want, I could help you . . . ."

"Wait, what're you up to?" questioned Tensa, but the former Sexta just shook his head.

"Relax . . . . the Soul Society won't act crazy, since I'm not that much of a danger to them," he smirked. "I'll assert my territory and the Hollows won't come around for the time being."

"Uh, okay," Tensa sighed as he jogged off. "Thanks, Grimm!"

"You owe me another fight next time!" sneered Grimmjow.

"Fine . . . .!"

Next time . . . .

"Ouch . . . .! Stop that! Stop shooting those sharp thingies at me!" cried Tensa as he ran through the air from the darts. "You promised that you wouldn't change into your released form, Grimmjow!"

"So sue me, Kurosaki!" laughed Grimmjow, as he sonido'd after him in an animalistic speed.

"You're not being fair!" he scowled. "I'll tell my Mom on you!"

73- King of Prey

"What does the lion sounds like, Tensa?" smiled Ichigo, when he crouched down to his young son's level.

"Rahh . . . .!" the three-year-old growled playfully in his furry costume. His mother laughed lightly and picked him up for a special outing before the trick-o'-treating. "I a cat, Mama!"

"That's right, you're a big cat, a lion," remarked Ichigo. "Lions are called the king of the jungle, because they're a cool animal."

"I cool?"

"Yes, but you're also cute," he smirked, pecking at his cheek as they left the house. "Sometimes . . . . I'm called King by an old friend of mine, Tensa. And Grimmjow is often nicknamed King."

"Geh-Geh a king?" Tensa asked innocently, still calling the former Sexta the familiar name.

"Ehh . . . . in his own rights. But he's just nutty," sighed Ichigo.

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Another bonus drabble: GrimmIchi- Perfect Being 3

Must he say it again? It just wasn't his day. After Grimmjow managed to put away the mangled piece of metal that was once his cab, he realized that he had forgotten to pick up food for his pet cat when he reached home. Then his boss called him (mostly cursing him out) about not getting the cab for overhaul. His answer to that? "This one fare just dropped in on me, Nnoi . . . ." he sighed softly.

"Huh? What kinda fare yur talkin' 'bout?" his boss questioned at his almost dreamy tone.

"Y'know . . . . this one fare that you really like," mumbled Grimmjow. "That you wouldn't let go, despite dropping them off to their destination."

"Really? What's this fare like?"

"Ah . . . . 5'9", nice legs, great skin," he sighed. "Just . . . . perfect." Later on, a mail dropped by while he was eating take-outs. He didn't want to read it, but was promised free food by the Asian guy who was selling food by his window.

"'You are fired'!" proclaimed the man when he read the mail, which made Grimmjow's frown deepened further. What else can happen? Then his mother called him soon after.

". . . . You always do that, you never call your own mother!" she whined, which the blunet groaned as he was about to smoke a cigarette. "Not even you won a contest for Fhloston Paradise, you won't even bother to tell me about that!"

"What're you talking about? I wouldn't know about that!" he scoffed. "All day, I was in a car accident, got chased by cops, had a gun in my face twice, and recently I was fired! Anyway, how would I know about winning some contest. I would've gotten a mail about it or something-" At that, said mail suddenly came by in the clear tube and he glanced at it in surprise.

"Grimm, they've been blaring your name on the radio, you dumb ape!" scoffed his mother. "I can't believe it, my own son . . . .!" Suddenly, his doorbell rang and he glanced up at the video monitor. It was someone he had least expected after all these years.

"Mom, think I have to call you back . . . ." he grumbled, hanging up the phone. This couldn't be good, he thought as he opened his door. ". . . . General Abarai, what a pleasant suprise," he greeted with sarcasm dripping heavily from his lips, glaring at the infamous Crimson Pineapple.

"It's good to see you too, Major Jaegerjaques," smirked the red-head. Again, how can get this any worse?

"So what do I owe this pleasure, Renji . . . .?" he frowned in suspicion as he let him and two other officers in. And his suspicion was right, practically breaking the fluorescent light when Renji simply revealed that the Federation rigged the contest just so he could go undercover on a mission. "So that's it, huh?" he scoffed when he took the tickets and scrutinized it. "Just to go that far to get me for this mission."

"Well old tricks are the best tricks," smirked Renji. "You'll go to Fhloston Paradise, and Officer Izeburg will accompany you." Said woman, large-looking with two large buns, stepped forward and stood at attention. Grimmjow just stared at her and nearly blanched. Yep, his day was nothing but shit after shit after shit.

"I am not going . . . ." he muttered through his teeth, and Renji blinked in confusion.

"Why not?"

Bzzzz!

"Huh?" frowned Grimmjow when the doorbell buzzed, he wasn't expecting nobody when he glanced at the monitor. Suddenly, his heart jolted in surprise at the sight of the orange fuzzy hair. It was Ichigo waiting at the other side of the door. "Oh shit!" he cursed under his breath.

"Who is that?" frowned Renji.

"Huh? Oh, it's um . . . . it's my fiance!" he quickly replied, blocking the monitor from view.

"You're getting married, Major?" he questioned.

"No, I mean, yes!" he blabbered. "It's just that I like him and I wanna marry him but he actually hates the military and he knew that the military ruined the my last marriage and he cannot know that you're here!"

"Uh, okay Major! But what can we do about it?" frowned Renji. Without thinking much, Grimmjow simply stuffed all three of them into his fridge, internally glad to do that as he hastily pressed a button before the fridge went down and a shower stall appeared above it.

"All right . . . ." he sighed out in relief before opening the door. There he was, the orange-haired being was cleanly dressed with a plain white shirt and a bronze-colored leather pants. He'd like to admit it, Ichigo looked just as hot as that bandage-like wrap earlier. "Hey there . . . ." he smirked lightly.

"Pi'ko lai . . . ." smiled Ichigo with a short wave. Then the driver didn't expect this one coming. A gun to his face for the third time.

". . . . Shit . . . ."

"Sorry about this, Mister Jaegerjaques, but we must talk to you for a moment~!" smiled Urahara as they made their way in, as Ichigo obliviously glanced around. The blond-haired priest was way too happy in an attempt to rob Grimmjow as he pointed the weapon at him. "We heard that you've won a contest to Floston Paradise, and I believe that we need the tickets!"

"The tickets? For what?" frowned Grimmjow.

"To save the world," he replied.

"Shit . . . . if I had a nickle whenever someone said that," he scoffed.

TBC...

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Gahh, finally! I've been struggling with my second chapter of my 'Dark Moon Rising' prequel so this is a little late!

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