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Anti-hero	By : Iori Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Anti-hero
- 2-Time
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Anti-Hero
Part II
Time
Grimmjow groaned as he woke up. Pain shot through his entire body and he got a rush of memories from the previous night. He touched his chest and found it tightly bound with bandages. He grunted as he felt some stickiness from them. He grimaced and sat up. His eyes darted around the small, unfamiliar place and he scoffed. A sharp pain in his chest reminded him he had been near death.
"Stupid kid. He could have at least untied my wrists" His wrists were bandaged, but he could still feel the sting of raw skin beneath.
The door opened and his eyes shot to the young girl coming in with supplies to change his bandages. "Oh!" She exclaimed nearly dropping her burden. "You're awake much quicker than I expected."
"Where the fuck am I?" He growled clutching his chest in the discomfort.
"You're at the Kurosaki Clinic. You asked for me right as you passed out at the door."She pursed he lips and blinked. "Are you a friend of Ichigo?"
"Hah, friend." he muttered while narrowing his eyes. "Brat found me bleeding my guts out in the streets. Hardly think that makes us friends." He replied.
"Well no, but he's one of the only people who knows I'm here, so he must respect or trust you in some way." She blinked in confusion.
"I-no-ue!" A jovial voice called before a loud crashing was heard followed by a grunt. "Ow! Karin doesn't have to kick daddy! What a mean thing our daughter is becoming!"
"Oh, doctor Kurosaki must be done with his patients."
Grimmjow grimaced at the loud bawling and rolled his eyes wondering what kind of crazy-house he was at. He clicked his teeth and stared at the wall while the Inoue girl changed his wrappings and cleaned his wounds. He chanced a look at her and assessed that she was probably about the same age as the young 'hero'. He could feel a small ripple of spirit, but he couldn't tell if it came from her, or the noisy person outside the door. He sighed in exasperation as a dark haired man made a loud entrance into the room.
"Oh my darling Orihime! You've done such a wonderful job taking care of our guest." He exclaimed while spinning the girl around. "Please step outside for a moment while I take a look. I'll let you know when it's safe to come back in." He set her down and smiled.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and huffed. Once the girl was out of the room though the happy demeanor changed. Dark eyes were drawing over him, examining and making him feel uncomfortable. He scowled showing his distaste for the judging look. After what seemed like forever, the dark-haired man spoke again.
"I know who you are son of Aizen."
"Don't fucking call me that. If you know who I am then use my name." He growled out.
"Tell me how you knew of this place and to come here looking for miss orihime." He asked giving a hard look.
"That kid- Ichigo did something to me. He found me in the street after a fight with my brothers. Did something that made my chest burn and told me to come here and find her." Grimmjow spat while crossing his arms over his chest.
The doctor seemed to absorb this for a moment. "This next question is of utmost importance. It will determine whether I let her back in here to heal you or not." Grimmjow gave him a pointed look. "How is it that you know Ichigo and what do you want with my son?"
Grimmjow tensed his eyes narrowing. "A chance meeting. trying to keep my father's grubby hands off more power and I come upon that monster." Grimmjow retorted. "I ain't blind. I can see that ghost he's got coming off him."
"Surely you aren't doing it out of the good of your heart." He state skeptically.
Grimmjow snorted. "Heh, gotta have a heart for that. Kid said something about my first death. Fuck, he's a seer. Said he had dreams about me and my death and pretty much told me to stay alive."
Dark eyes widened. "You said he burned your chest?" The doctor needed to be sure of what he heard.
"I dunno what he did. I was kinda lying there between life and death. He dropped liquid on my chest and it started to burn. It was blurry, but he asked for my knife."Grimmjow shrugged. "I went out and then next thing I knew I was walking again."
"Oh this is very bad." the elder Kurosaki covered his chin with his hand as if thinking. He looked up when he caught the angry, confused glare. "Ichigo is self healing. Part of his 'soul' properties. Blood healing is a very old and uncommonly used method to heal a person. He was taught it just in case. Problem is, you are now tied to him. Every single ache, pain, and pleasure you feel will be amplified ten times to him."
Grimmjow was at a loss. This kid who for all he knew could have hated his guts, had used a dangerous method to ensure he survived. A method that would knowingly cause him pain. Thoughts of why flooded his head. The kid had said he was tired of seeing people die. He'd also said something about wanting to see if his dreams had been true. The elder Kurosaki was addressing him again.
"You're lucky that this isn't a two way street. Only he can feel what happens to you, not the other way around."
"So even now, can he feel this pain?" Grimmjow asked with a frown.
"Probably." The other man shrugged. "Though because you are drugged, I'm not sure if he can feel all the pain though."
Grimmjow was silent for a moment his mind working. Something clicked into place though. "What happens if I bite it?"
"The bond is severed. Your wounds can't physically cause him to die, but I'm sure it can cause some dangerous mental problems.
Urahara frowned at his young charge. He was rubbing his chest repeatedly and grunting in pain. There hadn't been any wounds though. The stray cat he'd picked up was seating comfortably in his lap, but as soon as anyone got close it would arch and hiss aggressively. He was curious, the teen had disappeared and then later returned his clothes covered in blood, with a stray animal, and phantom pains. He fanned himself thoughtfully then grinned.
"Show me your hands Ichigo." He stated with a smile.
"What?" His student seemed confused.
"Your hands. Now. You've done something reckless and I need to know what." He made a grabbing motion with his fingers.
Ichigo sighed and held both his hands out. "I don't know what you're looking for sandal-hat. There's nothing there."
"WRONG!" The blonde chuckled. "Ichigo, I didn't teach you that to use it recklessly. You aren't strong enough, rather your power isn't stable enough yet. You could have hurt yourself or even killed him. You're lucky he's strong." Urahara tapped the teen with his fan.
"How did you know who it was?" he asked but then sighed. "It doesn't matter. It's done and it's a decision I further support and will deal with." Ichigo shrugged then winced. "I just need to know if my premonition is true."
"And what will you do if it's not? It's an awful big risk to take." He stated seriously.
"Then it was my mistake to make." Ichigo flopped back beckoning the cat to lay down with him. "I wonder why you aren't hostile towards me."
"The familiar can probably either smell him or see traces of Grimmjow's energy on you." Urahara sighed. "My what a handful you've turned out to be." He smiled and chuckled. "And here I thought life was getting boring."
"Um... mister Kisuke?" A timid voice peeped up. "There's a violently angry man at the door."
The blonde grinned at the small girl then turned his head toward his student. "Looks like your friend found his way back over here." He tilted his head. "Go ahead and bring them in Ururu."
The blue-haired man busted in through the door trailed very closely by Ichigo's father. "Sorry Kisuke." The elder kurosaki murmured sheepishly. "He insisted it was important."
"Oh my, Isshin. What a surprise!" He beamed with a tone that suggested that it was indeed not a surprise.
Grimmjow panted and grabbed his bandaged chest trying to calm his aggravated pulse. "The fuck is wrong with you kid!?" he shouted. "You don't even know me!"
"Will you shut up?" Ichigo moaned also grabbing his chest. "Why the hell hasn't Inoue healed you yet?" he snapped sitting up abruptly.
"She's on her way here now Ichigo. Mr. Jeagerjaques was adamant that he tell Kisuke something."
"Might I suggest we all calm down. Miss Orihime can heal this hellion when she gets here. In the meantime he can say his bit. I'm curious as to what was so dire that he felt the need to worsen his wounds." Urahara remarked with a knowing look.
Grimmjow took a seat across from the shop keeper obviously displeased with the barb. He eyed Ichigo warily taking note of the cat sitting in his lap. Blue eyes peered at him as if he was being judged. It made him uncomfortable to be under that kind of scrutiny twice in one day. Everything faded into the background and he could almost make out a deep rumbling voice. THe sounds of the blonde asking the girl to fetch tea for everyone even seemed to disappear. He snapped to attention again when Ichigo addressed him.
"What are you doing here anyway idiot?" Ichigo asked scowling at Grimmjow.
He broke his eyes away from the cat and up to the teen's. "Aizen knows about you kid." He finally grumbled.
"Oh, that is serious." Urahara stated though sounding completely lackadaisical.
"ARe you fucking stupid? He knows what you look like and what you're capable of!" He screamed out in frustration. "And he'll use it to his advantage."
"And I'm sure you didn't just come here out of the goodness of your heart. I seem to recall something about taking Ichigo away." Urahara grinned.
"It's revenge."
Everyone in the room turned toward Ichigo. The teen was staring at Grimmjow, but it was like he wasn't seeing him. His eyes were deep and haunted. Urahara recognized that look instantly. Ichigo's visions always seemed to come at inopportune times. He'd stop suddenly and it was as if he was focusing very hard on one thing and speaking to it. His head tilted to the side and he raised his hand up to look through the fingers. It was like he saw something entrancing on the other side.
"I've never seen myself kill a person before." He stated suddenly.
"Let's keep it that way." his father responded immediately.
Ichigo shifted his eyes to his father. "Too bad it can't stay like that. It'll happen eventually." He dropped his hand and looked at Grimmjow. "I bet you'd have no problem killing. In fact, I bet you've already done it." He smirked.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow suddenly thinking the kid was crazy despite his assessment being true. "yeah. I ain't going to hide that. I'd kill that fucker again if I had to." He sneered.
"I didn't mind walking him to the hell gate." Ichigo commented cryptically.
Moments after Ichigo's reverie Inoue had arrived. Urahara had instructed her on what to do concerning Grimmjow. She'd obeyed despite being nervous around the intimidating man. Silently she worked on him aware of the odd tension in the room as the others decided what to do about Grimmjow and the situation involving Aizen. Ichigo was glaring uncomfortably while shifting his gaze around the room. He looked as if he didn't want to be there in the least. In fact, to Grimmjow, it looked like how Aizen's little experiments looked after being taken off whatever drug he used on them. He was twitching very slightly and rubbing his arms. He was pretty sure that was not the case though. Grimmjow sighed when he realized what was going on. The teen could feel the wounds being healing and it was causing an itching sensation in his skin. Ichigo breathed deeply and tightened his fingers into a fist.
"Girl, will you hurry up. Whatever you're doing is making it itch." Grimmjow stated firmly while tearing his eyes away from Ichigo.
She nodded and apologized while keeping her head down. Urahara stopped fanning himself for a moment and a toothy grin spread across his lips. Perhaps this son of Aizen had a gentle heart under all the growling. Or maybe related in some way to Ichigo. The blonde had been well aware of some of the experiments that the Patriarchy had been doing. If memory served him right, Grimmjow would be the sixth child in the family. At least that anyone knew of. Rumors of Aizen having sired many children for his experiments were pretty widely circled in the underground. His first-born son had disappeared mysteriously. His eldest daughter was in a coma from an accident. Grimmjow and his three elder siblings were the only ones that were ever seen in public, but the younger daughter even less so. He figured he could bide his time and take on the hot-head, but he had a better idea.
"I'm going to send him to stay with Yoruichi." He decided finally.
Ichigo widened his eyes and pointed. "ARE YOU NUTS?"
"Why would you ever ask such a thing? Of course I am!" He chuckled earning a glare. "But in all honesty, it's the best solution. Young Jeagerjaques doesn't have use of his monster skill at the moment because of his near fatal injuries, and I'm sure once Aizen finds out he survived, he'll be looking for him."
"Who is this Yoruichi?" He asked warily.
"It's his crazy wife." Ichigo interrupted sullenly. "She's a witch."
"She is the foremost authority on monster speak and familiars. Her home is very well hidden also, so no one will be able to find you while she's getting you all trained up." He nodded in a sagely manner while Ichigo covered his face.
"Wait. Isn't this girly here healing me? You mean my skills won't just come back?" Grimmjow growled.
"Tell me about your mother Grimmjow. I'm sure that this was her doing." Urahara tilted his head.
"It's none of your fucking business." He grumbled.
"Hmmm, perhaps not. She will need to know though. It will be the only way to get your abilities back." He shrugged.
Isshin stepped into the conversation sensing the malcontent. "What he means is that for women who are raised in as witches, it's common for them to use animals as guardians over their children or possessions."
Ichigo sighed loudly drawing the attention away from Grimmjow. The man was getting frustrated and because of what he'd done it was bleeding over into the teen. He cast a glare at everyone in the room and then upped and left. Urahara laughed gleefully already completely entertained with the idea of his young student being even more irritable. Grimmjow turned his attention back to the blonde once Ichigo had left. He was angry at the turn of events and had a number of questions.
"Why don't you go find Ichigo to answer them?" Urahara dismissed. "I need to make arrangements with my lovely wife to come get you."
Grimmjow glowered, but left the room in search of the other. He breathed deeply to see if he could at least still feel things out. Fortunately his awareness hadn't been dampened by his injuries. His skin prickled as soon as he sensed the other outside the shop. He followed and came upon the sight of the kid staring out into nothing completely unmoving. He looked tired. It sadly reminded him of his mother. She'd always been strong until Aizen had started in on her with the experiments. It had made her sick and worn. It set an ache in him. Ichigo was strong still, but he looked way more tired than a teenager should. And his statement about Grimmjow killing had been said so easily it was unnerving.
"That guy you killed had it coming." The ginger finally said. "That's the first dream I had about you."
"Oh?" Grimmjow questioned not wanting to sound too curious.
"Yea, I mean, it wasn't completely representational. It was more the color of your energy versus his. The he was dead and I saw the younger you." Ichigo shrugged but kept facing forward. "I've seen you kill people that deserve it. It's more than revenge for your mother. I think it's deeper seated than that."
"So what if it is?" Grimmjow shoved his hands in his pockets. "I hate my father. I'll be happy when he's dead and all those that answer to him."
Ichigo sighed and turned to the other. He could feel every bit of the hate rolling off the man. As before his presence was stifling. The most recent dream came flooding back to his mind. The blue-haired man was in the form of a beastling. Fangs and claws were bared as if he'd been fighting. He stood tall and proud looking like some kind of monster king. Under his feet had been piles of bone and ash. The symbolism hadn't been lost on Ichigo, and it made him wonder a bit about Grimmjow's heritage. It also made him wonder if the 'king' symbolism in his dream meant that Grimmjow would topple his father's reign and take his place. Several moments of silence passed between them until Grimmjow spoke again.
"I want you to tell me why it's so important to you that I live." He started.
Ichigo shrugged. "Premonitions I suppose. Though I can't really make sense of them."
"You 'saved' me off a hunch?" Grimmjow looked incredulous. "Is it something that's supposedly important? Because I've got better things to do than pitter around here with your maybes and what ifs." He snapped.
"It has something to do with your power! That's all I can tell you right now." Ichigo shouted back. "You're such an ass. I save your life and even risk my own. You're so damn selfish." Ichigo got up and walked away.
After their failure of a conversation Grimmjow and the stray cat were rounded up. Urahara took him down beneath the shop and opened a door that seemed to lead into a tunnel. He was told to keep up. His mistrust of the blonde was high, but at the time he was stuck. He had a feeling that the shopkeeper was something not completely human. His energy did after all cause his skin to prickle, but not as severe as Ichigo's or that of a monster. It concerned him. As they seemed to reach the edge of the tunnel the prickling turned to a burn. A figure of a woman came into view. When they got closer he took note of her dark skin and hair and then of her inhuman, gold eyes.
"Ah~ Yoruichi my love!" The blonde made an overt call of affection for the shapely woman.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and followed behind with an annoyed huff. "Great, this is exactly what I wanted."
"Well, well, what have you brought me Kisuke?" She asked hands on her hips.
She stepped forward and eyed Grimmjow curiously. Her eyes were most decidedly the weirdest Grimmjow had ever seen. He'd already deduced that she was not human from the way his skin burned from he presence. The glittering gold irises focused on him seemed to further support that. Her gaze was roving over his body in a way that made him feel naked. The cat that had been following him and Urahara made itself known by rubbing on Grimmjow's legs and purring. That snapped her attention away from his body and to the small, white feline.
"Hello, what's this?" She knelt down watching the cat for a moment. "You're a pretty nifty little trick." She smirked then raised back up to address Urahara. "I'm assuming there's a reason you brought the spawn of an enemy here?"
He nodded. "There is. Young Jeagerjaques is actually up for fighting against Aizen, sadly there was a little accident and he needs to be all fixed up."
"You think this whelp has it in him?" Yoruichi asked with a grin.
"Hey! I'm no sniveling child, woman." Grimmjow scowled.
"You're still a whelp to me. And not just in age." She chuckled knowing it would get a rise out of the irritable young man. "Now, whether you want to or not, you're going to have to answer my questions."
Grimmjow grumbled, but nodded his assent. The she demon lead them into her house and to a small sitting room. Once they were all arranged around the low table, the cat jumped into Grimmjow's lap. Its eyes were on the dark woman as if evaluating if she was a threat or not. It began to purr when Grimmjow's hand came down against its back in a repetitive stroke.
"So, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. I need to know about your heritage a little bit. Tell me about your family." She leaned forward, golden eyes boring into him.
"There's not much I can tell you. I only know my mother and then a little stuff on that bastard Aizen's side." He shrugged.
"Start with what you know about your mother first." Urahara suggested.
"Not much to tell. I know she was really young when she married my father." He spat. "Probably separated her from her family. She was a green witch. That much I know at least."
"Hmmmm... A fairly talented one at that." Yoruichi commented. "Probably what attracted Aizen to her in the first place."
"If it hadn't been for her, I would have never learned about the abilities that I have. He had no intention of telling me about them." Grimmjow leaned forward placing his elbows onto the table. The cat mewled and nudged his chin with its nose. "She always seemed like she loved him, but he was always so fake to her. I hate him. Those damn experiments."
"Experiments?" Urahara asked with a curious glint in his eye.
"Yea stupid-hat. I'm sure you noticed the monsters roaming around aren't all real ones." He growled in contempt. "After I was born he started doing some sick shit."
Yoruichi frowned thoughtfully. "Okay. I think I have enough to work with. You don't have to go into detail."
The cat seemed to have sensed Grimmjow's steadily darkening mood and was rubbing its whole head against his jaw. Surprisingly enough it didn't irritate him. He leaned back again and brought one of his hands up to resume stroking its white repetitive motion seemed to calm him even the slightest bit. It purred in response but still kept eyes on Yoruichi. She looked back as if she was communicating with the animal.
"Starting today Grimmjow, you are under my instruction." She grinned and met his eyes. "So first, why don't we give your familiar at name? He is yours after all."
Grimmjow looked down at the cat questioningly. "Should I give you a name?" He paused and scrunched his eyebrows together as the cat looked back up at him seeming to clearly understand the question. He turned back to Yoruichi. "He says he doesn't need a name."
Yoruichi tilted her head and Urahara raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that so?"
"He says his name is Pantera and he would have no other title." Grimmjow stated blandly.
"Oh, well you're further along than I expected." Urahara was back to smiling as he spoke.
"Yes, if he doesn't fulfill whatever purpose Ichi kept him alive for, then he most certainly will be of use to me." She grinned eerily at Grimmjow making him frown. "Come, let us see what else your Pantera has to say." She stood and beckoned him to follow.

Grimmjow thumbed the new charm Urahara had given him. He'd been told that while training with Yoruichi, he'd pretty much be separate from other contact. The charm would allow him to communicate his thoughts to others. He'd been every bit right about the seclusion. It had been a while since he'd been with the crazy, demon woman and he'd only been allowed to speak with her, Pantera, and the two children that attended the house. Idly his thoughts wandered to how he ended up in his current predicament. Instantly Ichigo was on his mind. He wondered how the brat was faring. Pantera jumped up on the bed and flopped down on his chest. The familiar purred but interrupted his thoughts with his own.
You know you're my heir. I've told you this before. You need to focus.
Grimmjow stroked the cat's ears with his free hand. He knew he needed to get better. He still couldn't harness the familiar's power properly. He indeed had gotten some of his skill back, but most of it still lay locked within the cat's body. He was frustrated. Yoruichi was indeed helping his physical skill and trying to figure out how to unseal the abilities, but it seemed almost as if Pantera wasn't willing to let them out. His hand stilled as he yawned, tired from his strenuous training. He sighed as he dozed off to the rumbling of Pantera's purring.
You think too loudly you know that?
The familiar voice bled into his dreams and roused him. Or he thought he was awake momentarily. The room was still the same, but with the added presence of the teenager. He sat up causing Pantera to jump to the floor. Ichigo sat in the portal of the balcony door. His appearance was different though. His body was more built and less whispy. Still that of a developing young man, but more mature. His hair was longer, the shaggy length hitting just below his shoulders. Grimmjow paused in his study wondering truly how long he'd been with Yoruichi. His concept of time was off. His confusion must have been evident because Ichigo was peering at him with a small smirk.
"Time flows a bit differently here. Slower." He tilted his head. "It's been two years in the real world. I'm not sure of the exact conversion, but maybe you've only been there for a few months her time."
Grimmjow snorted. "Hff, explains why I'm so damn tired all the time. She's got extra hours in the day to wear me out."
Ichigo chuckled, but said nothing else, instead turning his head to look at the stars. Grimmjow frowned at the revelation about the time. It definitely went against all his plans for his father- for Aizen. Pantera had told him to stop referring to the man in familiar terms. Ichigo seemed to sense his unease and tilted his head enough to see him from the corner of his eye.
"He hasn't done anything yet, if that's what you're wondering. As of now still thinks you're dead. Or at least nobody has been out looking for you."
Grimmjow blinked at that then wondered about something else. "Is this what you currently look like or is this just me dreaming all this crap up? And if I'm not dreaming, how and why are you here?"
"I guess you're kind of dreaming. I mean it's really happening, but inside your mind. As for how I look, I'm just a projection of what you think to match my voice. Tell me what I look like and I'll tell you if you're right."
Grimmjow shrugged while studying Ichigo. "I guess you look taller and stronger. Hair's longer, but..." he drew off not really knowing what else to say.
"I guess it's close enough." Ichigo turned to him again finally. "Remember ol' sandal-hat gave you a new charm. Must be why you're talking to me now. I mean, I'm awake and I'm guessing you're asleep. At least it feels like you are. Your energy is at a very dull roar."
"He said it was my only means of communication. Guess the fact that I ain't exactly on the same plane has something to do with that." Grimmjow reached his hand out and beckoned Pantera over again. "If we can communicate both ways and time flows differently then I'm going to have to fucking ask something and pay you back later." He groused.
Ochre eyes blinking curiously. "Pay me back? For what?" he asked incredulously.
"You already saved my damned life. And I am NOT in the habit of having debts. But I need to know what's going on there. Chances are that Aizen will not lay low for long. man's tricky."
"Ah. I gotcha. Then I guess that means that you better get off your lazy ass and get to work." The teen jibed with a smirk.
"Shut it brat." Grimmjow grumbled a flash of disappointment and embarrassment working over him at being unable to unlock Pantera.
"Hey, maybe you're going about it all wrong." Ichigo suggested. "Maybe you need to release in here before you can physically."
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" He retorted a bit peeved. "I can't exactly go into my head with miss crazy breathing down my neck."
"I can't exactly teach you how. Our energies are too different. And quite honestly I have a terrible amount of control." he shrugged.
"That's a load of bullshit. I saw that thing floating behind you before. I saw that precision blast." Grimmjow growled.
Ichigo tapped his ear pointing to the set of helix rings pierced through the cartilage. "These are the limiters that sandal-hat made me. They help keep me from blowing shit up. I've got too much spiritual energy bouncing around. Until I'm strong enough, I have to wear them or it causes big messes." he sighed. "It's gotten better. I mean, I can do certain things as if they were second nature, but I still tend to over do it."
Suddenly the room started to shake. "What? How is that even possible?" Grimmjow muttered his eyes darting around.
"Must be time for you to wake up. So, get your lazy ass up!"
That was the last thing he heard before his eyes shot open and he was met with two faces. One screwed up in irritation and the other stuck in an eternally sad expression. He jumped at their proximity and shoved them away. The girl's lip curled into more of a pout, but she bowed her head and left. The boy on the other hand scowled and then loudly called for Yoruichi. Grimmjow yawned and felt his jaw pop. His body felt like he'd been asleep too long. His legs felt stiff and his head was pounding.
"I didn't know you were able to do that." Yoruichi had somehow materialized in his room and was standing over him with a smirk. "Going into your spiritual core isn't widely taught y'know. Though you've been out for way longer than normal." She smacked her palm. "I bet you were talking to Pantera!"
"No..." he responded blearily. "I mean yeah, Pan was there, but I was talking to Ichigo."
"Hooo?" She tilted her head . "I wonder how in the world that little brat was able to talk to you for that long." She shook her head. " To do that while going about his every day routine sure takes a whole lot of concentration."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"ah, it's been two days there. Ichigo is training non-stop. When at school he's trying to manipulate his energy, he does battle training with Kisuke after that, guides the dead, and then trains mentally as he sleeps. It's a wonder he was able to hold a conversation on with you."
Grimmjow awoke fully at that. He suddenly felt very insufficient. "Train me." He growled out.
"I think, we're going to start training you to go into your core without making you pass out. I think We might be able to accomplish something better there."
Yoruichi beckoned Ururu and Jinta into the room and spoke softly with them. Both nodded and sat down on either sides of Grimmjow's bed their hands formed into pyramids. Yoruichi then stepped over Grimmjow and laid down right beside him with her feet pointing toward his pillow.
"Give me your hand. I'll be your anchor to this world so that I can pull you out when we're done."

Ichigo had been surprised when he'd heard Grimmjow's voice. He'd been in class when he'd heard the deep timbre in the back of his mind. He faded into his core for just a second to hear a bit better. Once he realized what had happened he adjusted and stayed partially anchored inward, but not enough to impede his routine. He'd held up the conversation for a long time. There'd been long pauses and he'd supposed to Grimmjow they didn't feel that way. The man was mostly calm speaking to him this way. He found that he enjoyed the mental conversation. When he trained with Urahara, the blonde had grinned knowingly and had commented on his lack of attention. Aside from small twinges of pain and minor headaches, he hadn't really had much contact with Grimmjow since he'd gone to Yoruichi's. He was curious as to what the inside of Grimmjow's soul looked like. He was sure it was very different than the small glimpse he had. Either he was staring off into white sands and black skies or looking at Grimmjow surrounded by nothing but white.
It had been a few days since that first lengthy conversation with Grimmjow and he was beginning to wonder if the other had connected with him via a fluke. The spark of loud words rumbled in the back of his mind while he was out tracking a monster. He sighed smiled that Grimmjow hadn't learned how to soften his were like surround sound in Ichigo's core. He sent a mental barb back just as he stumbled upon the beast. As he dodged an attack he could hear Grimmjow yelling at him for an answer to whatever was asked. He stayed quiet for a moment even after he'd dusted the monster. It was out of character, but he actually got some entertainment in riling the the man up. He'd figured that out pretty quickly in their last conversation.
Eventually he wandered off to a more secluded area and let himself fall completely into his mental conversation with the older man. Grimmjow was grouching about being ignored and how bored he was. Eventually he calmed down though and explained about Yoruichi helping him to dive and speak with Pantera. Ichigo then wondered if he could dive into Grimmjow's core, not just be a voice and glimpses. It made sense in his mind since the blood healing had pretty much connected them. He sighed and took a deep breath curiosity making him want to try.
"Hey Grimmjow, I want to try something so make sure you stay connected."
"What?" came the gruff answer.
Slowly Ichigo exhaled and let himself fall deeper into his core. He centered himself on the mental response that the other had given and reached towards it. Shapes began to form and then colors filled them. Next thing he knew, he was laying on a wood floor staring at the ceiling. He could feel Grimmjow's energy much clearer. He raised his hand up and curled his fingers then sat up and looked around. Grimmjow was staring at him with suspiciously narrowed eyes. Ichigo grinned suddenly and turned to fully face the man.
"I didn't know if I could dive that deep." Ochre eyes took in Grimmjow's appearance. His hair was askew and he looked to be in just a pair of lounge pants. Pantera was sitting in his lap with calm comprehension. "You're different." He commented while letting his gaze linger.
"What the fuck did you do?" Grimmjow asked with apprehension. He was studying the projection as if trying to assess if it was really the teenage brat he'd been talking to.
"I was just curious if I could jump into your core. Seems like I can." He shrugged. "Though, doing this means I can only be in here for a little bit of time. My body is vulnerable this way." He tilted his head. "I wonder if I can project in here. It might be nice to have someone to spar with on this plane."
Grimmjow's ears perked. "You mean if you can, I'll be able to train?"
"I don't know. If I can, like I said it'll probably be only a few moments at a time. It's already making me feel tired. I'll have to ask sandal-hat."
"Wait, is this what your really look like now?" He asked eyeing the long tangerine hair. "You're not a runt anymore." He chuckled.
"Yea, more or less." Ichigo answered with a frown. "If you're going to act like that I'm not going to try to help."
The projection suddenly faded and he couldn't see or hear Ichigo anymore. "Oi- brat. Where'd you go?"
For a few minutes all that Grimmjow could hear was Pantera's low purring and his own breathing. He cussed and was about to pull himself out when he heard the teen's voice again much more faintly.
"Uh- that didn't work very well. I'll ask sandal-hat about it tomorrow. That burned way too much energy. Sorry Grimmjow. We'll continue this later."
His core went silent again, but then Pantera addressed him.
If he can figure out how to dive like monsters do then it can be to your benefit.
Grimmjow nodded secretly pleased that Pantera seemed just as anxious for him to get back up to his full potential. "we'll just have to see what that brat is capable of."

a/n: Okay so i tried to get this updated in time for Ichigo's birthday, but I failed. Thanks to those of you who read and reviewed. I know this is slow starting/going. I promise though that once I get things established that there will be all kinds of Grimm/Ichi. Again, this WILL NOT be shota. This chapter was obviously very Grimmjow-centric. So a few notes to continue the knowledge about the world I've created.
time passage- I wanted to do something different than most 'you live out a year in one day' kind of things. I tried to think of how a demon might age so slowly and figured that time passed at a snail's pace in their realm while it races on Earth. Yoruichi is a demon duchess masquerading as a human witch, so to speak so her little realm exists outside of Earth's laws of time and space.
Orihime- plays a role in this later. Ichigo saved her life a while back and made her take his room at the clinic when he started living with Kisuke to handle his powers. She is a medium using spirits for healing. Her healing has to be channeled through a being. (this is a reference to her actual ability in the show)
Urahara- He's actually not human despite what the general consensus about is. He makes charms and is incredibly skilled in matters concerning supernatural elements. I thought that using tea would be different and symbolic. Tea is used for fortune telling, healing, energy, and all kinds of other things. Thought I just throw a bit of magic into it.
Blood healing- This refers to the rapid healing that Ichigo's hollow had. His soul has rapid healing in this fic and if he was left without the inhibitors, it would do much more damage to him to get hurt and heal so quickly. He uses his ability kind of amateurishly when he heals Grimmjow. The literal dropping of blood on the open wound bonded their souls together. In actuality he could have just used his spirit to heal the other, but he doesn't have that kind of control.
Pantera- grimmjow's familiar that has been pretty much shadowing him secretly until he was wounded. He's actually communicating things from one of Grimmjow's predecessors which as you can guess is a high ranking monster.
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