Omg, people actually followed and favorited my story?! For those who did, thanks so much for even taking your time! I'm literally gleaming with joy! *sobs* ANYWAY, just to let you all know, I plan on updating this story at least one chapter a day, with the exceptions being weekends (because work and weekends do not work well together in my case...but who knows, maybe I'll do some surprise posts in the future lol).

Italics: thoughts, word stressing, or flashbacks

Bold: sound effects (mainly)

"Quotes": regular speech

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Bleach or its characters. I mean, if I did, then Grimmjow and Ichigo would have been together for a long time now XD.

Chapter 2

BEEP BEEP BEEP

That annoying sound is going to be the death of me, I swear. Using his palm to force the alarm to shut off, the young man slowly lifted his head from his pillow, allowing his groggy gaze to fall upon the blaring red numbers. It's only 7:32...wait. IT'S 7:32?! HOLY CRAP I'M LATE! With that, he quickly rushed to his bathroom and went straight to the shower, along with taking care of other needs. Afterwards, he put on plain boxers. followed by black skinny jeans, and a simple white button down. He refused to wear a tie, the school's uniform policy be damned.

As soon as he laced his shoes, he heard loud footsteps coming towards his door. "ICHIGO, MY BOY!" If by reflex alone, he timed a perfect dodge roll away from the large body that had practically flung itself through his door, while the other rammed right into the wall. "You need to learn when to give up, dad! For God's sake, you injured yourself trying to injure me, dumbass."

Isshin quickly recovered and stood upright with a grin on his bleeding face, stroking his semi-short, black hair up sheepishly. "Ah! You think this is all for fun, huh? It's more complicated than that. It's called TRAINING!"

Ichigo held a scowl and furrowed his eyebrows, "Yeah, well, I don't need any more of your 'training'. I can take care of myself perfectly fine. And anyway, you're wasting my time. I'm already late to school as it is." Taking that as his cue, Ichigo promptly left his room and headed downstairs. Yuzu, her light brown hair just above her shoulders, already made a full breakfast that was plastered on the table. Karin, her twin, was looking through her music playlist on her phone with a bored expression. Ichigo came to a quick halt, examining the two. "Jeez, aren't you alive and well," muttered Ichigo towards Karin, who merely glanced and shrugged, her straight, black hair touching her shoulders. Yuzu turned around and smiled warmly at her older brother.

"Ichigo! Good morning. I made breakfast for everyone. Are you excited to start your last year of school?"

"I can't complain too much about it. After all, it is my last year. Also, I'm sorry in advance, but I can't stay for breakfast this time. I'm actually running late." Looking at his phone, which now read 7:56, he quickly bolted out the kitchen, yelling out a quick goodbye before exiting his home.

Walking to school was pretty uneventful. The same could be said when Ichigo got inside the building. Karakura High wasn't all that special, and the people sure weren't exactly super important. If anything, that school had nothing but weirdos. But, like any other person out there, weirdos were also just living their lives. One thing the redhead had in common with the rest of them.

By the time he entered the school's library, his group of friends already chatting about at their usual table, it was already 8:15. There was only ten minutes left until first period started. The redhead groaned, casually dropping his bag onto the floor and sitting next to his friends, who just noticed that he even arrived. "Ichigo, what's up man? You look beat. Did you finally crack like that crazy ass father of yours?" Looking up at his long time friend, he squinted his eyes at him and sighed. Renji Abarai, with those ridiculous tattoos on his forehead, was always getting on Ichigo's last nerve. This morning was obviously no exception.

"Renji, do me a favor and put a sock in it. I overslept and I'm just glad I got here with a few minutes to spare."

Renji scoffed and raked at his long, red hair. "Woops, forgot how touchy you can be this early. Rukia, remind me why we hang out with him again?" Rukia Kuchiki, the petite young woman, perked up at her name, her short, black hair bobbing up and down from the sudden movement. She snickered at Renji's question before replying, "You act like as if you're any better. How do you think you two have been friends for so long? You two are so alike it's not even funny at this point."

"We are nothing alike!" both yelled in unison.

"My point exactly,"

Ichigo then looked around, confusion on his face. "Hey, where are Uryuu, Chad, and Orihime? Weren't they with you two?"

"Actually, Uryuu had to go to an important first-day meeting with the sewing club. Orihime and Chad went to their first period early because they had to study for an entrance test in a couple minutes," replied Renji with a bored expression. "Honestly, sometimes I want to call those three nerds, but I know that Uryuu is intelligent by default, Chad is as big and buff as you can get, and Orihime is just plain out gorgeous. Not exactly my taste, but gorgeous nonetheless."

Ichigo gave a side smirk toward his friend knowingly. "Yeah, definitely not your type. Unlike another friend of ours we know of." Renji's face grew into so many shades of red, rivaling his own hair. "Shut up, dude! Are you trying to expose me, dip-shit?!"

The tattooed male completely forgot the fact that Rukia, his crush, was right next to them. He was only digging himself a deeper hole, much to Ichigo's amusement. Unfortunately, Rukia didn't get the message, only sporting a confused expression and asking Renji the who's, how's, and when's, much to the male's dismay. Ichigo deeply sighed and facepalmed. God, both of these idiots are so dense to their feelings for each other. With that, the bell rang throughout the school, signaling 8:25 - the start of first period.

As usual, Ichigo was bored. Extremely bored. Having calculus for first period didn't help with his lack of sleep. Don't get him wrong. It's not like he was bad in calculus. Math, in general, was actually one of his best subjects; but having it right at the start of the day wasn't appealing. Looking away from Mr. Kuchiki, his teacher and Rukia's older brother, he watched Renji to his left mess around with his pencil like the little kid he really was. Ichigo mentally rolled his eyes at the other redhead. This act wasn't usually amusing, but Ichigo found himself smiling at the mundane childishness of his friend for once.

Conveniently, the class became a lot less boring a few seconds later. The door was opened, revealing the school's head counselor, Jushiro Ukitake, walking in to talk to Mr. Kuchiki. The class was whispering, wondering what exactly happened that the head counselor had to come himself. After a minute, Kuchiki nodded and watched Ukitake leave the room. As soon as he exited, someone else entered. The first thing Ichigo noticed was blue. Blue hair and blue eyes…? Did this guy just get here from the circus or something? Although...he is kinda hot.

It was no stranger to anyone that Ichigo was gay. He had known since the age of 14, proclaiming it to all he knew, daring anyone to say something about it. His peers knew better than to make any remarks. Seeing as Ichigo was personally trained by his father in judo, along with joining judo lessons, where he met close friend Tatsuki Arisawa, it wasn't exactly a smart idea to get on his bad side. So everyone accepted it immediately.

And yet, Ichigo had never been so bug-eyed over another man's looks before. Not only were his blue locks as bright as the sky and his eyes being able to capture anyone like the crashing ocean waves, but he was built. He wasn't like one of those grotesquely built guys with large biceps or anything like that, but he was perfectly shaped up. His clothing, a slim fitting pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue button down, hugged him tightly, but not uncomfortably, it seemed. He was literally a walking adonis, and that was something Ichigo couldn't just ignore. But through all of that, the mysterious man had a total look of disinterest. In fact, he may very well not have wanted to be there at all. So the question was: why was he there?

"Everyone, this is our new student who just came back to Japan from Germany. Please introduce yourself to the class."

Looking around, the man simply groaned and rolled his eyes. "My name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Cool, we done here?" he asked the teacher unceremoniously.

"Yes, thank you Grimmjow. It seems there's only one empty seat left. Go and sit next to Mr. Kurosaki near the back." Grunting, the man, now known as Grimmjow, quietly strolled through the seat aisles until reaching the only empty spot in view. Sitting down, he glanced at Ichigo to his left. Hmph. It's him...So that's how he looks like after all these years, huh?

Ichigo, feeling the gaze directed at him, turned slightly and carefully engaged. "Uh, hey." Keeping the rather indifferent expression, Grimmjow simply saluted with two fingers together.

There was something eerily familiar about Grimmjow, but he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why. Have I met him before? Or am I just going crazy…

Deciding not to dwell too much, he figured he'd let the feeling go for now. With that, the class, along with the rest of the day, continued with nothing else of real importance going on.

AN: So, this may seem slow for some at first, but I'm trying to develop certain things before I can actually get to the root of what's going on, such as why Grimm left, and how him and Ichigo stand with each other atm. So, if I seem slow at first, it'll get faster pretty soon, so don't worry! And like I said before, if anyone has any suggestions for certain things, like how to speed the story up or maybe a few ideas, I'm honestly all ears. I like to see other people's opinions because it may give me an opportunity to use those ideas into my story to make it all the more better! So please, don't be shy! Lol.