A/N: I think maybe I should've waited for a few more reviews before updating, but I'm inpatient, and for once, I wish to WRITE! :D Take this as a rare gift, readers. Oh! And thanks to my reviewers n_n

'Man, he's heavy! Maybe it's all the muscle....' Ichigo thought. Ichigo took one last look at the now destroyed Hueco Mundo before walking through the Garganta.

Two Months Later

Grimmjow sat on the roof Ichigo's house, waiting impatiently. Was this his house, too? Or was it still just Ichigo's house? Ah, who the hell cares; Grimmjow lived here, so it was his house, also.

Grimmjow scratched at the dark blue collar around his neck. That bastard Ichigo, making him wear such a thing. And, of course, that guy in the sandals had to make it so that the collar can be taken off by anyone's reiatsu, other than Grimmjow's of course.

With Hueco Mundo destroyed, where the hell else was he going to go? No way would he pass up staying with Ichigo. But being demeaned to a status similar to 'house cat' gave Grimmjow a sour taste in his mouth.

Plus, he was so bored. How could anyone stand a life with absolutely no action? The most activity Grimmjow saw was when he or Ichigo entered the kitchen and his dad would attempt to attack either of them. Of course, either of the two men could easily dodge then counter with no effort at all.

But, despite having no action, he had to admit that he kinda liked living like a semi-normal person. Grimmjow owned up that he enjoyed Ichigo's little sister's company. She was way too bubbly most of the time, but when he would accompany her to the store or to the park or wherever, she would always talk about Ichigo, about how cool he is, or how smart he is. That made Grimmjow a little angry at himself for nearly killing the kid about three times.

Karin, however, didn't warm up to Grimmjow, and Grimmjow definitely didn't like Karin. She stared at him like…well Grimmjow didn't know exactly what she stared at him like, but it definitely pissed him off. If it weren't for the fact she was Ichigo's little sister, he'd have slapped her across the face more than once.

And then there was the old man, Isshin. That guy was too weird for words. Not to mention he was extremely gullible. He let a stranger with crazy blue hair into his house with nothing more than a "He's a friend" from Ichigo. Old man was gonna get his family killed if he kept doing shit like that. For all Ichigo's dad knew, Grimmjow could have been in a gang, or an alcoholic, or a druggie (though, technically, Grimmjow was in a gang).

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'It should be that time now. Man, he's slow!' Grimmjow thought as he stood up on the roof. He stretched for a long time, his joints popping relaxingly. Grimmjow ran downstairs so he could greet… ahem, beat, Ichigo as he got home from school.

Ichigo on the walk home

"He's probably waiting for me again," Ichigo said to himself. Grimmjow made it a daily habit to attack him when he got home. Ichigo smiled a rare smile to himself. Grimm would be waiting for him at home again, just like he had been since a week after he'd been living at their house.

Ichigo's plan hadn't faltered in anyway, though there were a few close calls in the first week of adjusting Grimmjow. He was so violent and angry; angry about restricted, angry about living with people, angry with everything. Ichigo felt like he would've killed everyone in the house with a cero, had it not been for the collar around his neck.

That collar was probably the reason Grimmjow had been so angry. Grimm was unconscious when Ichigo and Urahara had put it on. Urahara, thankfully, had many styles of collars hidden somewhere deep in his shop. Urahara had said that Grimmjow wouldn't be able to remove this collar by himself, which gave Ichigo a sense of relief. If Grimmjow had his full power back, he would flee, and Ichigo would never see him again.

Ichigo's usual scowl replaced his small smile at the thought. Grimmjow will leave and I'll never see him again.

Then a familiar weight settled on his body. "What, did you have a bad day at school? Ya know, you really need to smile once in a while," Grimmjow purred. "You're gonna look like you're 40 when you're 19!"

Ichigo's brow only furrowed more. He didn't frown that much did he? Ichigo felt empty at the loss of weight on him. Grimmjow started back inside the house, with Ichigo trotting after him.

"I'm going to do my homework," Ichigo called as he headed upstairs. His father was sprawled on the floor thanks to Grimmjow successfully countering his lame attempts at combat. This guy really was nuts. Ichigo noticed how slow Grimmjow was now that he didn't have reiatsu. And the fact he was in a gigai probably didn't help him either.

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Grimmjow waited downstairs with Yuzu as she started on dinner. Ichigo was so boring when it came to working on his homework. All he did was sit there and write gibberish on the page. Grimmjow couldn't make heads or tails of it. What the hell kind of torture was School? As far as Grimmjow was concerned, School seemed pretty damn stupid.

"Grimm-chan! Help set the table please! And don't forget to wash your hands!" Yuzu called from the kitchen. Grimmjow wanted to shout back an argument, but he just couldn't against this kid. As violent as his inner spirit may be, he just couldn't bring himself to attack Yuzu… Karin on the other hand he could totally yell back at.

"Yeahh Grimm-chan, set the table~. And wash your hands," she mocked. Whatever her problem was, it certainly pissed Grimmjow off.

"Stupid brat, once I get the chance, I swear I'll kill you," he muttered under his breath.

"Grimm-chan, no violence with Karin!" Yuzu called again.

Karin snorted, causing Grimmjow to put his face inches away from Karin's. "Look, kid, I dunno what in the hell your problem is, but do not piss me off," he growled. Karin seemed to back up a little, to Grimmjow's delight. Good, being human-like didn't make him lose his intimidation skills.

Grimmjow set the table, washed his hands, and avoided further verbal assault from Karin. Though, dinner wasn't going to be done for about an hour and a half, and Ichigo was still working on homework. Grimmjow thought of the only other place he could go to that Ichigo didn't yell at him for: Urahara's shop.

It was completely stupid for him to need Ichigo's permission to go anywhere. He was not a house cat, dammit! "I'm going out," Grimmjow called to no one in particular.

A bang, crash, boom boom sounded off from upstairs. Ichigo came down looking slightly frazzled. "You can't go out now, dinner's almost done," he said, slightly irritated. "and besides, where're you gonna go anyway?"

"Calm down, Ichi, ('Don't you listen to your music when you work? Jesus' he thought) I'm just heading to Urahara's. Dinner ain't gonna be done for a while, actually, and I don't need you running my schedule. Calm down, Kurosaki, I'll be back before dinner," Grimmjow snapped back.

Grimmjow left the house, shutting the door loudly behind him, though he didn't slam it. Maybe that guy with the red hair was still around. He wasn't much of a fight, but he needed to get out of this gigai.

Gigai were such a horrible contraption. For some reason, everyone else didn't seem to mind theirs very much, but Grimmjow felt simply claustrophobic in his. Sure, he was bigger in always than everyone else (including his ego), but maybe he could convince the old coot to make him a better gigai.

At the shop

"C'mon, Urahara! Can you PLEASE take it off! It's in the way, and I need a release," Grimmjow pleaded.

"Ichigo-san isn't going to be very happy if I take the collar off, Grimmjow," Urahara responded with mock hesitance in his voice. He whipped out his fan and beat wind onto Grimmjow.

"You don't want to make him mad, either, do you? You're the one that has to stay at his house, remember?"

"Oh, please. He won't know if we don't tell him! I'll stay underground and stretch a bit. This gigai is a killer." Grimmjow hated how weak he sounded; normally, he'd just beat someone until they complied to taking off the collar, but he had to bargain now, and how stupid was that?

"Oh, fine~ but you have to stay under the shop, and once you're done, we'll have to seal your reiatsu again."

"Fine!" Grimmjow yelled, very impatient.

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The pair headed down into the underground training area, noticing that the shinigami stationed in Karakura Town before the attack were still there, training (even though they didn't know what exactly they were training for since Aizen was gone).

Toushiro, Rangiku, Renji, Rukia, Ikkaku and Yumichika all looked at the former Espada, their stances automatically going into an attack position. Urahara spoke, "Calm down, friends~. He's just here for a little 'stretching', that's all~."

Their stances changed, but their guard didn't falter. Even after being around for two months, they still didn't trust him. Grimmjow had to admit he wouldn't blame them since he did try to kill their friend more than once, yadda, yadda.

Urahara stealthily whacked the back of Grimmjow's head with the bottom of his cane, sending the former Espada forward, while the gigai simply crumpled to the ground. Grimmjow stumbled a bit, almost completely new to his old power, but he was happy that when he gingery touched his right cheek, his jawbone mask had returned, and he was evenly slightly excited that his Hollow hole was back in his belly.

"So now who's ready?" he sneered as his usual wild grin returned to his face. The Arrancar leapt forward, the shinigami also launching on him.

Urahara yelled at the dust cloud: "Don't kill him, or you'll have to deal with Ichigo-san~!"

A dark-skinned woman suddenly appeared next to Urahara. "Kisuke, is it really a good idea to take the seal off? He could go at any minute, and we might not be able to get him back...." Yoruichi said with a hint of concern in her tone.

"He won't go anywhere. He's too attached to Ichigo-san to do anything stupid like that. Plus, even I'm a little afraid of what Ichigo would do if he found out we let Grimmjow out."

"I wonder if he realizes that he's still wearing the Espada uniform. Do you think we should change that?" Yoruichi was simply admiring the very handsome man fighting in front of her now.

"No, even though he still wears it, he doesn't follow Aizen… or anyone else other than Ichigo-san, but I do say I need to work on a gigai for him." Urahara shouted at Grimmjow, "How much time do you have here?"

"An hour and a half at most."

"Well~ better get to work." Urahara chirped, waving his fan in front of his face.

At the house

Ichigo was throwing Grimmjow's clothes all over the floor angrily. Who the hell was he to just go over to someone's house!? To just up-and leave like that! A knock at his bedroom door disrupted his frenzy. "Ichi-nii, dinner's gonna be done in about 15 minutes."

"Alright, thanks Karin," Ichigo responded, trying to hold back his jealousy. Jealousy? No, he refused to call it jealousy. It was simply frustration that Grimmjow would leave and possibly be late for the dinner Yuzu made! It was rude and inconsiderate!

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The front door downstairs opened, then closed. Ichigo was downstairs in a heartbeat, not even bothering to counter against his dad's kick attempt. "Nice to see you're home now! We thought you were gonna be late!" Ichigo barked.

Grimmjow merely stared at him with an eerily content expression on his face. Wait, was he taller? Was he a little broader in the chest and shoulders? Something besides his satisfied expression seemed off. But Grimmjow grabbed him arm and headed upstairs without saying anything other than, "I'm gonna go change real fast. I still have around 10 minutes right?" Yuzu couldn't nod her head fast enough before the two were out of sight.

This was too weird: Grimmjow was usually very angry at all times of the day, or at least cynical and frustrated, but right now he's completely calm and… happy? Something was up. "Grimm, what happened? Are you sure you went to Urahara's?" Ichigo hoped he didn't sound as confused as he thought he did.

"Nothing happened; I went to Urahara's, chilled out for a bit, played games with Renji, and headed back here. What's your problem? Wait, hold that thought. I'm gonna take a shower real fast." Grimmjow said, literally purring his words.

Ichigo was lost for words as he heard the water turn on. What in the hell happened to him? Shower…shower and games… what did that mean? Games with Renji? Renji didn't play games, unless he meant...

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A/N: Ahaha, cut off! XD Don't worry, I plan to work on the next Chapter ASAP. But the more reviews, the faster I work. Odds are I won't update as quickly next time. ;O I'm sorry if the humor is almost nonexistent, but I'm not good at writing humor, only acting it. T__T