Me: ONCE AGAIN, I AM ICHI-CHAN! YAYZ, HE'S SO FUN TO BE! I WONDER IF HE TASTES HALF AS GO-

Ichigo: Don't. Eve. FINISH. That. SENTENCE!

Me: ICHI-CHAN, WHY YOU MAD? O.O

Anime Cosplayer: /shakes head/ Why am I stuck with the idiotic one?

Grimmjow: No idea. I guess I'll do the disclaimer again.

Disclaimer: That Anime Cosplayer and Yumenezi hold no rights over Bleach, nor do they intend to. If they did, it would be a Hell hole.

Me: WHY GRIMM-KUN, WHYYY?

Theme: Shapeshifting [Werin, vampire, dhamphire]
Pairing: GrimmIchi Yaoi [Slightly, some graphic scenes, nothing TOOOO serious]
Universe: AU [Alternate Universe]
Genre: Supernatural, Horror, Mystery
Rating: Teen [May go up due to slight graphical content]
Sumarry so Far:

Ichigo is your average, everyday human...
Getting picked on by Punks, almost getting knifed by their gang, and the such, you know, average. Right?
Until Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, the school Punk, reveals his secret... what will become of this unlikely duo as they journey to overcome obstacles ste by the mysterious phsycotic freak?

[all I came up with]

Me: Ichigo [Sorry, I love being Ichi, it's so dang fun to be a defiant Uke~]
That Anime Cosplayer: Grimmjow

(Inner World)

"Who... who are you?"

The voice cackled, its double tone peircing Ichigo's ears. "Who AM I? I haven't got a name, but ya can call meh Shirosaki Ogihci. Or Shiro. Yer choice."

"Shiro..." Ichigo finally turned around, shocked to find a whitewashed version of him, his alabaster skin contrasting with his neon yellow pupils framed with midnight sclera.

A man appeared next to Shiro, with neon yellow aviators and a pitch-black cloak, his hands dissapearing inside of it. His mousy brown hair blew in the nonexistent wind, framing an angular face with slight five-o'clock stubble.

"You may call me Zangetsu."

Ichigo quirked his eyebrow, about to ask Zangetsu a question, when everything started fading.

"You need to return to the world of the living, someone is waiting..."

(Human World)

Ichigo's eyes blinked open, blinking a few times before he panicked.

"Where the HELL am I?" his voice squeaked, and he mentally berated himself for sounding so manly.

Grimmjow heard a yell from the other room, over his television and switched his tv off, standing up. He walked around his couch, and knocked before opening the door, and leaned against it, as he said, looking at Ichigo with a casual smirk, "Well, afternoon, you sure sleep quite soundly."

He lost his smile before he replied, "...You didn't tell me where you lived, I didn't have time to ask the next person, so I brought you to my place rather than leave you, sorry for the mess though." He waved a hand over his almost pretty empty room, with a few shirts scattered near the small closet. "So...now that you're awake, I guess we could just have a chat, or, if you want, just head home, unless you're not feeling quite up to it..."

He folded his arms over his chest as he explained, then shrugged casually.

Ichigo stared at the man, his eyes narrowing fractionaly before hitting back to their doe-eyed wideness.

"Your... that dude from... earlier today!" Ichigo said. "And... well... I don't really think I'm up to walking home... even I know when a fights too much... but you should have recognized the name Kurosaki... I'm Dr. Isshin's son." Ichigo said, his nervousness making him flit from one topic to the next.

He never took his eyes off of the taller male, though, as he stood from the bed. He noticed that he was really dirty, and glared dumbly at his blood-crusted clothes.

"Well, for one thing... do you have spare clothes? And a mecca shirt?" Ichigo inquired.

"...I'm sorry, but me and doctors just don't mix well...That and I never really need to go to the hospital, and stalk doctors to their homes." Grimmjow said, as he then gestured to the dresser beside the bed. "You'll find clothes in there...I might have a mecca shirt, but, then again, I might not. If you want, grab a shower, it's that door over there, near the window, I'll be in the other room, if you need me call me."

With a quirked brow he said, "You'll find a clean towel hanging on the towel rack in the bathroom. Enjoy." With that, he waved his hand away, he closed the door, and walked back to the couch and sat back down, and pulled out some magazine that he had left from the other day, and flipped through it, finding something to do, other than to have Ichigo on his mind. Quite the catch I've got... He mused once more. He ran a hand through his hair, finding himself bored, all over again.