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Ichigo closed his door and leaned his back against it with a heavy sigh. After he had come out of his own little world and back to reality he had discovered that Rukia was still lying on the ground, bleeding from a hole in her stomach. He had to hurry and take her to Inoue for medical attention. He quickly left as soon as he knew that she was going to be okay. He needed to be alone and think about all that had happened.

He retrieved a key from the top of his doorframe and unlocked one of the drawers in his desk. He reached into it and pulled out a paper from the very bottom of the drawer. On it was a crayon drawing, probably done by a kid in elementary school. It depicted a teal haired man sitting on a sloping hill with an orange haired boy. In the lower right-hand corner of the picture was scrawled "Ichigo Kurosaki".

He flopped down onto his bed, clutching the picture to his chest. Slowly, he remembered the feeling that he had felt on that day when he first met the teal haired man. Butterflies dancing in his stomach, his heart pounding so hard it hurt, and a soft happy warmth flowing from his head to his toes. Later he had described this feeling to his dad who proudly yelled "My son has his first crush!!!!"

Ichigo supposed his first crush was the teal haired man. He had never felt that funny new happiness before anyone else. When he was young he didn't know anything about sexual orientation and how society had labeled being homosexual 'wrong' and being heterosexual 'right'. So it was kind of fitting that Grimmjaw stole his first kiss since he was his first crush.

But was Grimmjaw really the teal haired man who Ichigo remembered?

He closed his eyes and began comparing their faces in his mind. Their eyes had the same color and shape, but one pair was warm and gentle while the other pair was hot and beastly. Their hair was the same sleek, smooth teal. Ichigo had to conclude that Grimmjaw was indeed an arrancar version of the teal haired man.

Ichigo gently pressed his fingers against his lips. "I guess my first crush did get my first kiss." He thought, blushing ever so slightly.

He thought back on the kiss. It hadn't been unpleasant; in fact it had been quite the opposite. Grimmjaw's lips had been very soft and had molded to fit his perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Ichigo guessed from the way Grimmjaw controlled the kiss that it had not been his first.

"Bastard," Ichigo thought, scowling, "Who said he could have my first kiss!?" Sure, it was not like he was saving it for anyone at the moment, but a part of him had wanted it to be with someone who he knew was special to him.

"But, hey!" That tiny voice in the back of his head said, "Who's to say that Grimmjaw can't be special to you?"

That was a very good question.

Ichigo groaned as he rolled over and fell asleep.

Ichigo opened his eyes to the sound of something tapping at his window. He looked over to see Grimmjaw crouched out side his window. "Let me in." The teal haired arrancar said.

As if in a trance, Ichigo stood and opened the window. The next thing he knew his back was pressed against the wall with Grimmjaw's lips devouring his. His hands reached up to tangle in his "attacker's" hair. Grimmjaw braced himself against the wall with his left hand while the right drew up and back. In one swift movement, Grimmjaw's hand plunged into Ichigo's stomach.

Ichigo gasped as blood began to dribble from his mouth and flowed out of his wound to cover the arrancar. His body slumped forward so that all his weight was resting on Grimmjaw. Ichigo heard a low, evil chuckle in his ear.

"Stupid shinigami," Grimmjaw's voice breathed in his ear, "what made ya think I would give a shit about some snot nosed brat that I met after I died?"

Grimmjaw jerked his arm out and stepped back to watch Ichigo come crashing to the ground. A cold, cruel laughter began issuing from the blood splattered arrancar.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open to escape from his nightmare, only to find it hovering over him on his bed.

Ta-da! Attack of the dream sequence!!! XD

Sorry I kinda made Ichigo sound like a whiny teenage girl in this chapter. Poor Ichi, hormones are hard. XD

And, no, the tiny voice in his head is not his hollow.

Now, go and review. The more reviews I get and the faster I'll update. ;P

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