Okay, so this is just something I got dared to do by a friend of mine. GrimmIchi 100 themes challenge! Bare with me, I will try to update my other stories as soon as possible. But for now, I shall work on this one/ I hope you like it!

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Ichigo let out an angry yell, drawing up Zangetsu and dashing towards his offender, Grimmjow, who raised Pantera and grinned sadistically, dashing forwards as well. The two of them kicked off the ground and clashed in mid-air, the force of their two weapons meeting sending both of them back the way they had come. Skidding to steady himself, Ichigo gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the stabbing sensation in his heart and eyes, and the lump in his throat. Desperately trying to swallow it back, he yells out, once again kicking off the ground and rushing at Grimmjow, who had paused and was just standing there.

At the last second, Grimmjow raised his blade defensively, blocking a rather well aimed blow from his offender. Grimmjow's lip curled up in a snarl, his cyan eyes narrowing as they locked with a pair of glistening, angry and hurt brown orbs.

"Why are you so MAD!?"

Upon the word, "Mad" He pushes back with his blade, sending Ichigo flying back. Ichigo skidded once more, balancing himself and panting slightly, his brown eyes locked on the taller male before him, Zangetsu held inside his shaking hands. His knuckles were white from the force he was using on holding his zanpactou, and the lump in his throat was slowly starting to get more painful, and hard to push away.

"Why am I mad!? I think you should fucking know that by now, you fricken asshole!"

Ichigo spat out his words, before dashing ahead once more, this time using flash step and appearing behind the blue haired Espada, raising his blade and slicing down, catching Grimmjows' back and shredding the back of his ripped and cropped uniform top. Grimmjow cursed rather loudly and disappeared into thin air, appearing behind Ichigo, wrapping his arm around the orange haired males' neck, applying enough pressure to stop his breathing momentarily.

"Listen to me. Why the hell are you so mad!? And don't fucking tell me I should know, because if I did, I wouldn't be fucking asking you!"

Ichigo spluttered, trying desperately to take in a breath of oxygen, growling in annoyance. He flails around a little, before raising his elbow and bringing it back hard into Grimmjows' gut, causing him to growl and let him go abruptly. Ichigo shot forwards, spinning around to face Grimmjow, his free hand lifting and caressing his red neck, coughing briefly as air filled his lungs finally.

"I'm mad because..."

He breaks off, his voice failing him. To be honest, he ... wasn't really angry at all. He...Didn't even know what he was at the moment. Grimmjow looked at him, eyebrow raised in annoyance and impatience.

"Because why!? Give me a fucking answer, Kurosaki."

Ichigo just stood there, suddenly feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. The lump in his throat had suddenly gotten so big he couldn't speak around it. Instead, he hung his head, Zangetsu falling from his hand and landing on the cold ground with a muffled, "Thwunk". Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was he planning?

Ichigo's eyes prickled, the common hint that he was going to cry. He hated crying, so he was trying everything he could not to. Unfortunately, that wasn't working out so well for him. Before he could stop it, a tear trickled down his flushed and blood splattered cheek. Then another one. And suddenly, it was like he had turned on a water faucet. Grimmjow noticed the tears and narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Ichigo was...crying? Why!?

"Ichigo...What the-"

He was cut off by Ichigo yelling, finally snapping. His true intentions for the fight finally came out, along with some held back information.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!? You said you wouldn't, yet you fucking knew you'd have to! What the hell!? And you don't even fucking TRY to contact me at all, leaving me to fucking wait and contemplate for the better part of a fucking YEAR! Then, when you finally have the fucking decency to even SEE me face to face, you try to fucking KILL me! Why the hell? Grimmjow. You fucking lied to me!"

Tears were streaming down his cheeks. At the moment, Ichigo didn't even notice nor care. Grimmjow's eyes had widened. He had never seen the man like this, and to be honest, it worried him. True, he had left without warning, and true he hadn't contacted him for ages, but...He couldn't help it. Aizen had banished him, sending him to wander the deserts of Hueco Mundo alone and stripped of his title. He had tried desperately to somehow contact Ichigo, but he couldn't. Eventually, Aizen had taken pity on him and taken him back, but didn't give him his position as Sexta Espada back, instead humiliating him by assigning him as Ulquiorras' fraccion. Grimmjow scowled and opened his mouth to try and speak, but once again, Ichigo cut him off. His words hit him like a knife.

"I loved you. I thought you did too, but I guess my first impression on you was right. You're a fucking heartless bastard who knows NOTHING! Either get the FUCK away from me, or I will kill you. You've got ten seconds, and I'm counting."

Grimmjow's scowl turned into a look of surprise, then to a look of anger and spite. He let out a bark of humourless laughter, then growled lightly before speaking, starting to walk towards Ichigo slowly.

"You're not going to really fucking kill me, are you? Hah. You can't fucking do that. I know you can't."

"Oh really? Wanna bet?" Ichigo scowled, leaning down and grabbing his zanpactou and holding the shaft with both hands, taking on his battle stance, trying to ignore the dull flutter in his stomach as the blue haired male moved towards him. To be honest with himself, he really didn't know if he would be able to kill Grimmjow, and even if he could, he knew for a fact that he would never forgive himself if he did.

"Sure." Grimmjow stopped a few paces before Ichigo, dropping Pantera and spreading his arms out to the side, fully exposing himself to Ichigo. "Do it. Kill me."

Ichigo paused, his jaw clenching. He couldn't do it. Grimmjow was right after all. He never "Loved" Grimmjow. He still did, despite what Grimmjow had done. He couldn't deny that he was just happy that Grimmjow was alive and had come back to him, even if it WAS just to kill him. Dropping Zangetsu once more, he glares at Grimmjow, a look of pure venom on his features, a few tears slowly slipping down his cheeks. His voice was bitter and hoarse from his yelling earlier.

"Fine. You win. I can't kill you. But you obviously can kill me, so go ahead. Isn't that was you've wanted all along? Ey Grimmjow?"

He glared coldly at the electric blue haired male, his usually bright chocolate eyes dull and full of poorly masked hurt, anger and loneliness. He closes his eyes, waiting for the blow...that never came. Instead, he was more then shocked to feel a pair of strong, cold and protective arms wrapping around him, pulling him into a firm and strangely warm chest. He freezes momentarily, shocked, before trying weakly to push Grimmjow away, but it was like pushing a brick wall. There was obviously no way of getting out of this, not that he even wanted to. Although he was hurt beyond belief, scared, angry and betrayed, he melted in the embrace he was craved for so long, his arms wrapping tightly around his strong torso, carefully avoiding the wound he had created before, his nails digging into Grimmjows' skin. He didn't want him to leave again, and he was trying as discreetly as he knew how to let him know that.

Grimmjow closed his eyes, his mouth set in a tight, firm line as he held the smaller male close to him. He had missed him, and he wasn't afraid to admit that. Ichigo had no idea just how much he was hurting. Even thinking of killing Ichigo, which used to be so...tempting before now, hurt him. And the fact that Aizen had sent him our on PURPOSE to kill him filled him with all of the harboured anger, regret and disgust he had hidden for years.

"Ichigo... I'm sorry."

Ichigo froze. Did he hear him right? Grimmjow Jeagerjaques has apologized, and there wasn't even the smallest hint of sarcasm to his tone. He sounded, dare he say it, completely sincere. Ichigo pulled back enough to look up into the very face that had haunted him for years. His brown eyes narrowed, the tears having finally stopped, and he held the gaze for a few heartbeats, Grimmjow's cyan blue eyes staring intently in his own. Almost robotically, Ichigo leaned forwards, until their lips were inches away. He then paused, his eyes half lidded, before smashing their lips together, his hold on Grimmjow tightening.

Grimmjow groaned faintly, his own eyes closing as he held Ichigo closer to him, fiercely kissing him back. He gently, yet roughly bit on Ichigo's bottom lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue past Ichigo's rose petal-like lips and meeting Ichigo's tongue, sliding urgently across it. Nobody kissed like Ichigo, and that coming from Grimmjow meant a lot. He unwrapped his arms from around the smaller male and lifted his hands, cupping the orange haired males' face, not breaking the kiss, and suppressing a groan as Ichigo's nails dug into the skin of his back harder.

Ichigo regretfully broke the kiss, panting heavily to try and pull oxygen back in his throbbing ribs. He opened his eyes and met Grimmjow's cyan eyes, holding the gaze. His words were low, almost lower than a whisper, but Grimmjow heard them loud and clear.

"Don't leave me. Please..."

The please was softer than the others, but Grimmjow caught every bit of it as thought he had screamed it. Something in his eyes softened and he smiled ever so slightly.

"I won't. This time, I mean it."

To Ichigo, those words meant more than "I love you" ever could or would. To him, that was all that Grimmjow needed to say.

Thank you so much for reading this! I hope you all enjoyed it! Let's hope this didn't fail as bad as I think it did. :/