Written with Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo

*I do not own Linkin Park or Bleach.*

NEVER EXFOLIATING MY FACE AGAIN. I broke out hella. D: MY FACE. My poor, Mexican FACE. I'm going to turn sixteen in a week guys. ;D WOO. Getting a keyboard. :D My other one broke D; but that one was smaller than the one I'm looking at. :D I WANT AN 88KEY one! :O But yeah. NEW CLASSES AND HOMEWORK. They decided to give me a shit ton of homework. So, I'm going to try weekly updates and stuff like that. I JUST BIT MY TONGUE. FFFFFFUUUUUUU - …Let's go! (By the way, NONE of you saw this coming. ;D)

Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the dangerously close Espada. The current position he was in was only making the Soul Reaper fume.

Pinned against the wall with an angry blue haired Arrancar giving him barely enough room to breathe, with the f…damn spider giving him the stink eye, Ichigo slowed his breathing. If he could just press himself closed to the wall and slide away, then all would be good, and he'd have to man up and snatch his sword from the clutches of the spider and…

And…

Damn.

Truth be told, he was powerless. His hollow was back, and he hadn't felt even a trace of energy since his woke up. Hell, it labored him to even walk. How am I supposed to leave? And then there was Orihime.

Is she alright? Ichigo had no doubt in his mind that he would have to be the one to save her, but the only question was how? How was he to do so without all of his power?

Kiiiiiiiing. Slooooow dooooowwwn. Let me take over, yeah?

Ichigo snapped out of his self pity and gave a defiant glare to Grimmjow, who he was imagining with the face of his Hollow.

No! He screamed inside his head. Grimmjow's feral grin stretched, seemingly in time with Shiro's next words.

He'll eat you alive if you don't do something.

And, he was right. With the pure intent to kill dancing dangerously in the striking blue eyes of his captor, Ichigo's time was running out. He clenched his fists, down by his sides, and sighed inwardly. In all honesty, he was weak, and being weak like this would get him no where. Now, what Grimmjow probably mean about keeping him until they fought again was that he would train him. The obvious problem there, being that he would learn Ichigo's style, would be that Ichigo would easily be defeated.

And it would never end.

Finally, Ichigo succumbed to the creature that had caused him grief for so long.

…You promise you'll let me take back control once we're done here.

Ichigo could hear the Hollow nearly break down in maniac laugher.

Yes, yes, YES! Of course King!

AND YOU WON'T FIGHT ME FOR CONTROL. Ichigo demanded, still watching the Espada carefully. And here he thought that Grimmjow would suck at patients. Though it had been a few seconds from when he had told Ichigo that he couldn't leave, he expected him to make his move, either severing a limb or threatening him some more.

But he gave Ichigo nothing but an intense stare, emotions clouded.

No, you can have control once I kill the Espada and take back Big Tits and –

Ichigo had to suppress a sigh of exasperation.

Don't call her that. No killing Espada. Just…just don't kill anyone. Wound, but try to get away unscathed. Our main goal here is to escape with Orihime. Got it?

Another low chuckle from his Hollow.

As you wish, King.

And Ichigo then began to feel faint, as the black shadows clouded his eyes, sanity slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Sleep well, King.


Shirosaki opened a pair of eyes – his King's eyes. The being in front of him, Grimmjow, that fucking Arrancar that dared to kidnap them...his eyes were the size of saucers.

"Hey pretty. Mind moving?" Ah, his voice. It sounded so good, out in the open like this.

"What the…fuck?" Grimmjow hissed, pushing away quickly and drawing his sword. Immediately, Shiro lifted the unconscious barriers Ichigo had put on his power, on their power, and watched with pleasure at the kitty's surprised face. Even thought he could only lift the barriers a smidgen, the kid had so much power that just all he need was a smidgen to make a difference.

"Well, I can't kill you; I'm on strict orders from King. So, I guess I'll…see you later." Shiro paused, catching himself in the process of a lewd comment. Had to keep King happy. The Hollow liked it when he was let out to play.

As if a switch had been turned on, the Arrancar lunged at him, grabbing his shoulders and slamming him into the ground. Shiro barely registered it, as when they were falling, he had only focused on kicking away the Espada's zanpakuto.

"What the fuck is going on, Soul Reaper?" Shiro couldn't help himself. He threw back his head and laughed before bunching his legs up and kicking, dislodging the larger man and freeing himself.

"Soul Reaper? I'm a hollow." Those impossibly blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You're the kid's power, yeah?" Too bad they were on different sides; hell, anyone who told him that he was the "power" in their little pecking order was a good person in his book.

"Fuck yeah, I am! And, I'd love to show you, but the King is traumatized, see. After you nearly drowned him and then kidnapped him, he lost the will to fight. Then, he got annoyed and tried bitch moves to get the best of you even though he still had his powers. He's put blocks and barriers on his powers, and quite frankly, it means putting a barrier on me."

The Arrancar's facial features morphed from angry and confused to downright pissed.

"Oh, and another thing; thanks for making those barriers even worse." Shiro glared, barely suppressing the urge to cross his arms and stick out his tongue. It was true; since he's been awake, Grimmjow had made Ichigo pull his powers down inside him even more. Not on purpose of course, but because Ichigo saw no hope in defeating the Sexta Espada, his powers just delved deeper inside him.

"You're not leaving either, whoever you are." The threat had pulled Shiro out of his stupor.

"Oh yeah, pussy cat? Try me." And with that Shiro used flash step to grab up Zangetsu, still chilling in his Shikai form (as usual). Quickly, the Hollow faced Grimmjow, grabbing his arm and calling out in a sing song voice "Bankai!" As usual, the burst of power he felt whenever he release Bankai was so good, it was almost arousing. The Arrancar in front of him snarled, his sword still in his hand. Shirosaki refused to call them zanpakuto because technically…they weren't.

"Wanna dance?" The rather suggestive comment sent the Arrancar over the edge as he came towards the Hollow at break neck speed.

This is gonna be fun.


A/N: WOOOOOOOW. I really hope nobody is pissed. D: It's just, I want Ichigo to leave. And, well, I love Shirosaki. :D AND. I want Grimmy to get in trouble for his actions. :o so Ichigo has to save him. Because Shirosaki is going to cause hell. And steal Orihime. WHO FALLS IN LOVE WITH ULQUI. That little emo kid. I lav. ANYWAY. Please, please, please don't get mad at me! I recently found a lot of Grimmjow training Ichigo fics and I was like D: Okay…so I'm changing mine up. A little. AGAIN. PLEASE ENJOY IT. Ah gawd.

pencilsandpens: Oh gurl, I live to entertain. :D Is this too fast? I hope you were talking about Ichi's and Grimm's relationship. If so, that's going to be painfully slow. :D But I'm a geek for all the action and adventure stuffs. x) PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS IS TOO FAST! D: