Written with Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo

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I went to take a shower after I wrote this. Then, I did my nails. AND I EXFOLIATED MY FACE.

But the BEST part of today was washing off my face and going back to my computer with my inbox exploded. 3 I love you guys! Thanks for reading! LET'S GO.

What the fuck was the kid doing?

Grimmjow suppressed his own chuckle as he curiously watched the youth slide loudly across the floor. Obviously, this illness was handicapping his ability to hear. Slowly, so he would not alarm the boy, Grimmjow sat up and leaned against his fist, elbow propped on the arm of the couch.

His prisoner stood on his toes, one hand at his side while the other, barely peeking though the large sleeves, reached forward. The sweater itself was very large, making the Soul Reaper look very small and, well…girly.

Hah. Humans and their weird ass sense of style.

The kid's room had been plain when the Espada had seen it; a bed, a dresser, a closet (with a bed!), a guitar, a writing desk, and miscellaneous human shit. Truly, the most boring thing Grimmjow had seen.

He'd nearly had a heart attack when he saw the kid's body, snoring the night away on the plain bed. At first, Grimmjow had nearly yelled in surprise. There was no way that he could have escaped that fast, if at all! But, the soul occupying the body mumbled something about women and how they should share him, chuckling all the while. Confused as fuck, Grimmjow brushed it off and grabbed clothes for the naked human. In his bed. His…bed.

Naked.

Snorting lightly to himself, Grimmjow had dashed back as soon as he could, stepped lightly out of the Garganta and threw the clothes at the Soul Reaper.

In which, said guy acts like he's menstruating.

"You went into my room!" He had nearly shouted, using the sheet to cover himself as he pointed accusingly at Grimmjow. Of course this lasted about ten seconds before the kid collapsed again. The pills that Grimmjow had laid out for him were still perched lightly on the metal tray, mocking him with the obnoxious color combination of blue and orange stripes.

"Well, do you want to parade around here naked? Not like I care, though. I'm only clothed because Aizen sees it fit to put us in unifor – mmpf."
A pillow had been stuffed into his face.

"YOU PERVERT!" The kid had squealed, covering as much of himself possible while Grimmjow nearly died of laughter. Fuckin' a. This was going to be fun.

Now, he was watching the kid's movements.

God, what the fuck is his name again?

As if the Gods themselves felt like being fickle and honored Grimmjow's silent request, the kid gave it to him.

"C'mon Ichigo…man up." It was whispered, but the Sexta was the Pantera; nobody could hear better than him, let alone as good as him.

Ichigo, eh? Fuckin' strawberry? Oh, this is too good. The kid matched his hair, and now that bitter smell of his illness was wearing off, there was a berry like smell. Something Grimmjow could practically taste.

"Ah!" Ichigo gasped, pulling his hand back with a light yell. The kid whipped around, trying to be silent before yelping again and falling right on his ass. Grimmjow grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey, Strawberry." He loved taunting the kid. And, as he said that, said kid's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Or anger. They were so close to each other it was hard to tell.

"Don't call me that. Pussy cat." Ichigo retaliated, and before Grimmjow could get mad and kill the kid, he seemed to realize what he just did.

Ichigo had bit his bottom lip and was watching Grimmjow like he'd just kicked a puppy. Grimmjow sneered.

"Then don't call me Pussy Cat. Strawberry." There was no way in hell Grimmjow would stop now; it was so amusing; humans were weak as shit, but if they acted anything like Ichigo here did, then maybe a waltz through the human world would be like seeing a standup comedian.

The Strawberry fumed, crossing his arms.

"Why is my zanpakuto over there?" He pointed to the corner, more of a gesture since you could barely see his finger, and the Espada could see the hilt poking up.

"Because it's out of sight. And it's sharp. You'd end up killing yourself trying to kill me, and like I said, only I can kill you."

"No." Ichigo snapped back, standing up. Grimmjow arched an eyebrow.

"Oh? So you're saying that I can't kill you?" Big mistake, kid. No one, absolutely no one, told Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaques what to do.

"Well, yes." Gritting his teeth, the Sexta shot off the couch and was directly in front of Ichigo, inches away from his face.

"Care to elaborate?" His voice had dropped several octaves, and Grimmjow didn't miss the involuntary shiver that Ichigo let out. Frightened?

"Well…for one, it'd be stupid. You could use me for exchange." Ichigo explained lightly, his voice breathy due to the close contact. It smelled minty. Guess when you're dead,

"So? Who says anybody knows you're here? Not even your little friend knows." Sable brown eyes widened. There, that's more like it.

"…You can't keep me here." Grimmjow couldn't decide whether or not if Ichigo had said that as a threat or if he said it to calm himself. With a feral grin, the Espada snatched the collar of the boy's shirt and got in real close.

There it was. The sickness had finally left him, nothing left to hide his scent. But since it was gone, Grimmjow's nose got a good whiff of him. And God, was it good. So good, had it been tangible, the Espada would have sunk his teeth into it.

It was making his mouth water.

Like a plump berry laid out on a steel plate. Two scents so different, they shouldn't be this good together.

Get the fuck out of here.

Shaking his head violently, Grimmjow sneered at Ichigo's freckled face, the eyes looking up at him reflecting anger, hatred and fear, were challenging him.

And that's why he hated those fucking eyes of his.

"Oh, but I can, Strawberry.

A/N: I HAVE SO MANY DAMN IDEAS. But, unless they're one shots, I'm abstaining from posting anything until this story is done. :3 Woo! Chapter 10 mark! :D And ALMOST 30 REVIEWS! Whoop whoop!

ichibanseiken: That had to be one of my "favoritist" reviews EVER. *cries out of joy* :'D I liked Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. :D Muahaha. Ah yes! SPIDERS. I hate spiders. :D SOOO. Ichi does too. Kids are fun that way. :D We kids like cuss words. AH! I hope you continue to enjoy my story! And cliff hangers are my favorite thing to do. ._. I'm MEAN. :D

Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo: Don't we all? O.O *hugs panda plushie*

YamiReigen: Don't be shy! :D and Ichigo seems to just LOVE punishment. This could end up an S&M relationship. ._.

DeanBeans13: Oh my goshies! xD You're my hero.