Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Plus the idea for this story belongs to MashinKitsune.

Please Read: MashinKitsune wrote the original story for this ('Not Giving Up'), and I have been given permission to continue. Hope you enjoy!!!!

Prologue

Blood.

Death.

And pain.

These words so clearly described the battle between Soul Society, and their enemy Aizen. So much so that even the small town of Karakura had fallen into the battle.

People had screamed, and people had fallen, but none of those people were inhabitants of Karakura, of that Ichigo (with a bit of indirect help from Soul Society) made sure of.

The only causalities form this godforsaken war were only the soldiers (murders) of both sides trying to secure a victory that would help their leaders gain peace.

But nothing was truly gained from the battles, and sadly innocent people were being affected. Now in the modern and unbelieving living world ordinary people could see hollows because of the enormous reiatsu being felt almost daily since the winter war started.

And everyday more and more lives were lost.

It was a bloody cycle that seemed to never stop...that is until two people appeared in the mist of the bloodshed Ichigo Kurosaki and Grimmjow Jagerjaques (1).

And this is their story.

Let the riot begin...

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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed part one, there's more to come.

PLEASE READ & REVIEW! I'LL UPDATE FASTER IF YOU DO!