A/N: Update! UPDATE! Thanks for all the reviews, it really helped spit this chapter out. Thank you guys so much. Also, because I am a music oriented person, I believe a lot of my music has helped runt his story along, so I'll be placing a song at the beginning for each chapter. For this one, Decode by Paramore.

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Minutes dragged on as silence passed between them, both using the time to adjust to the other's presence, as well as figure out their next move. Ichigo let his eyes wander over the Espada next to him, taking in the seemingly always messy teal hair, cerulean blue eye's narrowed at the wall opposite of him, down to the jagged scars that crossed each other's path on the Sexta's body. Ichigo knew the one that traveled down his chest was one he had dealt the arrancar during their first encounter, and the other he figured must have been when that other Espada attacked him, Nnoitra or whatever. His gaze stopped once it reached Grimmjow's hollow hole, and he pondered for a moment. How did he eat? Wouldn't it fall right out of his stomach? Did Grimmjow even eat?

Brown eyes flickered back to the arrancar's face, and it was then Ichigo realized just how close he was to this man, as they were nearly shoulder to shoulder. The last time they had been this close, they had been trying to kill each other. Ichigo snapped out of his musings when he felt the arrancar's hand slide from his back as he shifted, crossing his legs as he adjusted himself on the bed. Ichigo looked away right when Grimmjow's eyes turned to him, not wanting the arrancar to catch him staring.

Cerulean eyes narrowed as Grimmjow zoned in on Ichigo, noticing how the teen had shuffled as he stared at the closet. Seeing as how he was trying to murder the Shinigami in all their previous encounters he decided that now would be the best time to truly observe his adversary. Ichigo's skin had a nice tan dusting it, and Grimmjow was slightly in awe at how nice it looked without bruises and cuts marring it. It looked soft to touch but he knew the slightest movement and the teen's wiry muscles would come into play. His gaze drifted towards Ichigo's face, taking in his youthful appearance. Grimmjow had a habit of forgetting that Ichigo was just a teenager. He'd also be lying if he said the teen wasn't kind of attractive.

"Stop staring! It's really annoying!" Ichigo suddenly quipped, actually giving a shove to Grimmjow's shoulder. The Espada was taken back by the sudden movement but regained his composure and smirked.

"But weren't you just doing the same thing Ichigo?" Grimmjow purred, enjoying the way Ichigo was getting riled up.

"What are you talking about..." Ichigo muttered, but refused to meet Grimmjow's gaze. He had been caught.

"Don't play dumb. You were observing me. And I'm doing the same thing. Anytime we were this close we kept trying to kill each other."

"Yeah well that was more on your part! You came to me first."

"True. But I wasn't too interested in you then. Sure you caught my interest for a second when Ulquiorra first came in with the report, but you weren't the reason I went to the world of the living." Grimmjow admitted with a shrug.

"Well...Why did you then?" Ichigo asked, turning his body so that he was facing towards the arrancar.

"Simple. As small as your reiatsu might of been, you were all threats. I wanted to get rid of you then so you wouldn't pose a problem later. It's only logic."

"I guess that's true. Then why did Tousen stop you?"

"Because I didn't go there on Aizen's orders. In fact he wanted to see how you would progress. But its better to eliminate a threat early on right? Then again I guess that bastard had plans for you huh?"

Grimmjow's accusation caused Ichigo to tense, which didn't go unnoticed by the Espada. "I..."

The Sexta waved a hand lazily, deciding he would spare Ichigo as he changed the subject back. "I wanted to intercept you when you guys came to Hueco Mundo for that girl uhhh Hime something. But Aizen stopped me again. I just wanted to get rid of you guys before shit got real and you and your friend's destroyed the place."

Ichigo blinked, starting to see Grimmjow's view on it. "You didn't just want to fight me again...You wanted to protect your home."

"Tch. Ain't much of a home anymore now."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

The two settled back in silence after that, but this time it was a bit more comfortable for one another. It gave them some time to reflect on the other, but more so for Ichigo. Grimmjow may have his natural violent nature, but he did have a more humane side. Hueco Mundo was his home, and his friends had invaded it. Guess it made sense for him to want to retaliate.

"Tell me something..."

Grimmjow's voiced snapped Ichigo out of his musings and he turned his attention on him accordingly.

"How is it that you kept on getting stronger. After every fight you just seemed to keep climbing higher and higher until you faced Aizen. How?...Why?" Grimmjow now turned his own upper body towards Ichigo, that that they were directly facing one another.

Ichigo hesitated for a moment. "I'm not sure...How to explain it Grimmjow. I did it for my friends...My family. My sisters were the reason I became a Shinigami in the first place. It just seemed like nothing worked out after that. Someone was always in danger and I wasn't about to let them get hurt. Its a weird resolve...It can cause you grief but it's my need to get stronger. So people will just stop."

He wasn't sure if Grimmjow understood his meaning, but that was how he could describe it. He wanted people to stop wanting to hurt his family and friends, to stop wanting to destroy his hometown. It seemed the past years it was always one thing after another, and because of that Ichigo continued to have to get stronger and stronger.

"I see."

Grimmjow's answer made Ichigo pause, and for a moment something hit him right then, and he laughed. It wasn't a loud barking a sound or a soft chuckle. But it certainly made Grimmjow alert. "The hell you laughing at Shinigami?"

" You...Me. This thing...Us." Ichigo brought a hand to his head, a solemn smile on his face. "How is it that I'm spilling my problems and thoughts with you, my enemy, Grimmjow. Someone who only wants to destroy me and has little feelings aside from himself. I think I have a death wish."

Grimmjow, somewhere in the deepest part of his mind, felt a bit offended.