A/N: Holy Moses, I'm SO sorry for taking so long to update! T__T I promise it won't be so long next time. Thanks for the reviews, though! I was thinking about multiple future plots for this story, and I kinda like all of them. XD

OH, and when I listed those characters that would be in High School with Ichigo? I forgot one, and possibly one of the most important: Ulquiorra! Every class needs an emo kid, right?

ALSO, I said in the summary that there might be a possible lemon, but I find that the chances are getting smaller considering I can't fight the right place to put it in… I don't want to have a chapter that basically has the plot "They did the nasty. The end" without leading up to it, because if they just randomly get together and… do things… without a lean-to, I myself will not be happy with it.  End long note.

However, that content feeling didn't last long when the man Grimmjow was staring at locked eyes with himself. Oh, no.

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'Shit, shit, shit! What the hell is he doing out of his gigai? What the hell is he doing at my school? Wait, how did he get out of his gigai?!' Ichigo thought frantically as he saw Grimmjow casually standing outside his school on the ground. Oh, boy, was shit gonna hit the fan today.

"Kurosaki, is there a reason you're standing?" the teacher said. The class chuckled at him.

Ichigo looked at down and, indeed realized, that he was standing. "I… I… need to use the restroom!" Ichigo didn't give the teacher a chance to rebound as he fled the room with remarkable speed. Inoue, Ishida, and Chad all looked at each other before also fleeing the room with the excuse "I have to use the bathroom". After all, Ichigo didn't exit a room that fast anymore.

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Grimmjow poked his pinky in his ear, acting bored as he waited for Ichigo. This wasn't exactly how his plan was supposed to work out, but why not keep life interesting? And seeing how fast Ichigo shot up from his chair, life was gonna get really interesting.

Ichigo only had to wait a second before Ichigo burst out in shikai form. "What the hell are you doing here out of your gigai?!"

Grimmjow just laughed back at him, "I was just looking for you~ it's been a while since I've been able to move freely."

"Well, now you found me, so what do you want?" Ichigo yelled. His impatience was getting the better of him.

"What do I want? What do I always want?" Grimmjow said in a mocking tone.

Ichigo hated how Grimmjow answered a question with a question. "You want a fight, fine; but if I win, you have to stay in my sights at all times, while in your gigai."

Grimmjow just waved in response, "Fine, but if I win, I don't have to go back into that stupid gigai."

Ichigo nodded his head. "Fine, but where exactly am I supposed to kick your ass at?"

Grimmjow snorted, "Where else? Hueco Mundo."

Ichigo stared at him, "You can still get to Hueco Mundo?"

"Of course; don't forget who you're talking to."

Grimmjow touched the space next to him. A rip showing only a black dimension emerged. "No get in. Oh, wait, do you want to bring your friends with you over there?"

Ichigo turned around to see his little posse just a few yards behind him. "I'll take Inoue, so she can patch you up once you lose."

Inoue stepped forward and followed Grimmjow and Ichigo into the garganta. "Kurosaki-kun, are you sure this is a good idea?"

Ichigo didn't look at her as he responded, "I definitely won't lose. It's his fault for being so cocky all the time. Plus, I've gotten stronger since our last fight."

Inoue still had an uneasy look on her face, but Ichigo was still confident.

Grimmjow stared at the palace that was once Las Noches; it was once so powerful and confusing, and now… it was just a big pile of rubble. All the hallways and meeting rooms were destroyed.

Well, Grimmjow managed to recognize one room in particular: Aizen's meeting hall. That damned chair survived most of the attack, but it was still too obvious for Grimmjow's liking.

He stood right in front of the former throne and held his hand out directly in front of him. A red light started forming in his palm. Grimmjow shot the cero at point blank range towards the chair. He gained an intensely satisfied grin as he walked away from the shitpile that was Aizen's all-mighty chair.

"What was that about?" Ichigo inquired.

"I hate that chair," Grimmjow said nonchalantly. "Oh, Nel. What're you doing here?"

Grimmjow walked passed Ichigo and Inoue toward a grown-up Neliel approaching from a former entrance. "Grimmjow-sama, Itsygo, Inoue! What're you guys doing here?" she said as she glomped Ichigo.

"I'm just here to whoop Ichi's ass. Then, I'll be able to do whatever I want," Grimmjow answered with the same cocky attitude as ever.

Grimmjow put his hands into the pockets of his hakama as he trotted outside to the desert of Hueco Mundo.

Nel looked quizzically at Ichigo and Inoue but they both just shrugged then followed after Grimmjow.

Grimmjow walked casually out to the old battle site that he and Ichigo fought at just a few months ago. 'Ahhh, good times, good times,' Grimmjow thought.

"Alright Ichi, bring out your Bankai~" Grimmjow called.

"Inoue, Neliel, stay here until we're done. This shouldn't take too long," Ichigo said. He walked out in front of the two women and positioned his arm out in front of him. His zankpakuto's bandage wrapped around his arm.

"Ban-kai!" he said before his appearance changed.

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Fifteen Minutes Later

'Wow, he really did get stronger since last time, or maybe I've just gotten out of shape," Grimmjow thought as he used the blades on his Ressurecíon form arms to block Ichigo's sword.

This fight was the most satisfying one Grimmjow had ever had; the faint possibility that he might lose flittering across his mind made him keep going. No way was he going back into that gigai: the symbol of confinement. Confinement: the feeling that made Grimmjow suffocate just so slowly. He couldn't move, fight, or be free like he could normally. Not being at his usual strength gave Grimmjow the nagging feeling that people were looking down on him, treating him with condescension, and that was not going to happen.

Grimmjow would not have people looking down on him, no matter what. So what if he wasn't the Primera Espada, he was still the King.

Grimmjow's inner thoughts slightly distracted him from the fight at hand. Ichigo's sword slashed him from his right shoulder to his opposite hip. Blood spewed out, but Grimmjow refused to go down.

Ichigo hesitated a moment, but seeing that Grimmjow was far from done sent them back into their fierce clash.

Ichigo failed to miss a severe kick to his head, sending him down into the sand. So Grimmjow hadn't totally lost his ability to fight.

Grimmjow just laughed at Ichigo. Ichigo glared up at him from behind his Hollow mask. Still as arrogant as ever. Ichigo leapt at Grimmjow. The fight ensued.

Slash.

Block.

Punch.

Miss.

Slash.

Nick.

Punch.

Stomach full of fist.

Clash.

Retreat.

It continued like that for a while longer. Neither of the two were making any real headway in the fight, however, both were getting tired. Grimmjow's fatigue was most noticeable. After all, it had been quite a while since he'd been in a real fight. Sparring with everyone in Urahara's basement wasn't much practice for Grimmjow.

'Dammit!' Grimmjow thought as Ichigo's sword cut him across his left quad muscle.

The former-Espada faltered quite severely with on of his most important assets for fighting now became practically useless.

Grimmjow roared at Ichigo, charging at him with not nearly the same speed. His gimp leg hung behind him, causing a major drag in acceleration.

Ichigo suddenly felt mixed feelings: he was going to win, which was good, but at the same time, Grimmjow refused to go down, which would make him suffer. And no matter the circumstance, Ichigo did not want to see Grimmjow suffer.

Ichigo decided to end this battle a little quicker than expected. He used shunpo head-on towards Grimmjow. His black blade pierced the feline man right through his lower abdomen, just shy of his kidney. Grimmjow spat blood on Ichigo, some specks hitting his mask. Some were invisible due to the matching red side, and some so blatantly obvious on the white side.

"This won't take me down, Ichigo!" Grimmjow yelled at him. He went to throw a spear-like punch at Ichigo, but there was clearly no strength behind it.

"Why won't you let me win?!" Ichigo yelled back.

"Why won't you let me go!?"

"I won't tell you!"

"Why?!"

"I won't say!" This was just a stubborn screaming battle now.

"WHY, GODDAMMIT?!"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

Both of the silenced their argument. Ichigo mentally wished they were screaming again. Why did silence have to be so intimidating, embarrassing, and unbearably loud?

A/N: OHSNAP! Ichigo spilled the blood! … Well, spilled the beans, but there's no beans so we much improvise. :D

I know it kinda seemed like a lame and cliché scene at the end, but I really did try, honest! T_T

OHOHOH, and I know in the top note, it said that there probably won't be a lemon? WELL, my devious mind just might be able to make one with a proper lead in from this chapter~ So review and keep reading w

It'll srsly make my update faster :)

Another thing: If I use words that may or may not exist, they're kinda intentional, simply because I want my story to have life! And, if I add multiple letters to a word like, "Ahhh" (with several 'h's) it's because I want the sound/motion to be exaggerated~

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