Mhm, this is my first time writing a Bleach fanfic, and I just had to make it AU so I could be super original, right? right!? hahahano.

As you must know by now, this is a Grimmjow/Ulquiorra fic, which means it contains Yaoi and probably dirty smut later on. I'm not sure what other couples are going to be in the fic, but I'll pick them later on.

'I'm an example.' it's used for flashbacks or dreams/nightmares.

I do not own Bleach, except the one I use to clean my bathroom and it's not the same Bleach.

You've heard about it all the time. People waking up in the middle of the night with sweat dampening their clothes and harsh breathing. Sometimes they have a headache and sometimes they can't even bring themselves to move. It happens every night, to adults, teenagers and children.

Nightmares, the real terror of the night, what makes you wake up screaming and sometimes it makes you unable to go back to sleep. But what causes nightmares? The horror movie you couldn't stand? The fear of something? Or just something you never thought of...

Azure eyes snapped open to face the darkness of a ceiling, slowly a tan hand reached over to cover up the two sapphire pools. With a sigh the well built body sat up on the messy bed, his spare hand holding on the bedsheets. It was the same dream again, if you could even call it a dream anymore. The owner of the azure eyes growled and shoved the bedsheets off of him before standing up, his feet lightly twitching at the cold of the hard wood floors. He paid no attention to it and instead glanced over at the clock on his night table.

'5:00 am'

"Fuck!" He ruffle his own hair in frustration, making the blue locks stick out in different angles. It was the fifth god damn time he had the same fucking dream. Usually nightmares, dreams and all of that crap wouldn't bother him, but this dream was different. It was scary enough to make his blood freeze and as much as he wanted to fight off the feeling of fear he couldn't. He knew it was a nightmare, he was sure of it, even while he was dreaming he was sure it was a dream, yet he couldn't bring himself to wake up, not until the damn thing was close enough that he could reach over and touch him.

The well built teen rolled his shoulders and then turned his head until a comfortable popping noise was heard. Sulking over having bad dreams was not going to do him any good, so with that in mind he walked over to the bathroom to take a shower. He was sure that he was not going to be able to go back to sleep after all, it would always happen, luckily classes started in three hours, which meant that maybe he could do some of his homework even though he was never truly interested in book work.

After fifteen minutes the teen walked out of his bathroom with a towel over his head and another one around his waist. He walked over to his closet, moving the mouse of his computer on the way there, the flat screen soon began to glow, showing the background of a panther lazily resting on a tree. He paid no attention to the glowing screen though, the blue haired male was too busy raiding his closet for something to wear.

'beep.'

Sapphire eyes turned towards the screen when he noticed a new window on his computer screen. Dammit, the damn thing signed him in automatically again. With a sigh he got a normal white T-shirt before slipping on some boxers, he tossed the towel away before flopping down on his computer chair.

'Oi, Grimmjow, why are you on so early?'

'You are one to talk, is fucking 5 am Ilforte . What the fuck are you doing on?'

'I asked first!'

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and lazily leaned his chin on his hand before typing with one hand, it was a bit slower but he wasn't in the mood to put full effort on just typing.

'I set my alarm wrong and it woke me up. I couldn't go back to sleep.'

He lied.

'That sucks. Well my brother was being a fag and decided to bring his new boyfriend home. Yeah...you can imagine the rest. So now I can't go back to sleep.'

Grimmjow had to fight back a laugh. That was fucking priceless, he was going to make sure to tease the other once they were in school.

'Well that sounds like you had a lot of fun. Anyhow, I'm actually going to attempt to get some homework done since I'm awake already, so talk to you at school.'

'See ya man.'

The blue eyed teen stood up from his chair then to grab a neglected backpack that was next to his bed. With a loud sigh he dumped all of his books on his bed, getting his math book and his science book before walking over to his desk...Oh screw it. He didn't want to do any of this shit. With a groan he opened one of his drawers and got some clean sweatpants. He put those on and then slipped on his running shoes. Maybe running was going to be able to clear up his mind, it sounded like a good plan. A couple of minutes later the blue haired teen was walking out of his apartment, locking it before grabbing his mp3 player and selecting a play list, once that was done his headphones were shoved on his ears.

Grimmjow wasn't sure what running route was he going to be taking today, and he for sure didn't care. He just wanted to get that damn dream out of his head, or nightmare. He wasn't fucking sure of what it was.

It was raining, the cold wind was brushing against his body, making the temperature even lower thanks to his already wet body. The blue haired lame glanced around him, but there was nothing, just endless sand that didn't seem to be getting wet, slowly he looked up staring at the night sky. Stars were shinning and the moon was glowing on top of him, almost giving up his position.

Everything was normal, pretty even, except of the fact that he was freezing his balls off. With a shiver he forced his body to move, but as he kept walking the wind was getting worst. Finally he stopped moving and once again glanced around him. It was the same damn place! With a growl he began to run, run as fast as he could but it felt like he wasn't moving, every time he would look around him it was the same fucking place!

Finally he screamed in frustration and fell on his knees, panting heavily and digging his hands against the sand underneath him. "Where the fuck am I!?" he knew screaming was not going to help him, he wasn't sure why but he knew it. Just like he knew this was a dream, but why couldn't he open his eyes? Why couldn't he just wake up.

Slowly he raised his eyes to stare at the sand ahead of him and this time a hole was on the sand. Grimmjow stared at the hole with wide eyes, it wasn't really a normal hole, it look like a black hole, from out of space or some shit like that. The teen could only stare as he saw an arm coming out from with in the hole and soon enough another one. Both hands dug their claws against the sand, forcing a head out and then a petite body. Soon enough a 'person' was standing in front of Grimmjow, if he could even be considered a person.

The new male figure was small, shorter than Grimmjow and very slim. His skin was pale, extremely pale like the skin of a porcelain doll. A pair of emerald pools were staring down at him, the cat like irises fixing itself on Grimmjow's own blue eyes. It was then that the blue haired male noticed how different the other was from a human, black wings were spreading on this being's back, and his claws were dark, with a fur like feathers reaching above his elbows. The same texture was around his legs all the way to his hips and a long tail like a whip was waving around behind him. Two white horns were sticking out from the top of the others head, which had a curtain of black locks falling over his shoulders.

Azure eyes couldn't stop staring at the person in front of him. He wasn't sure why but his blood was racing through his body now. The creature was obviously not human but it was also not scary looking, he was almost hypnotic. One thing he was sure of, he needed to get away! It was like the thing could read his mind though because his tail quickly wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place.

The emotionless face tilted a little when the creature leaned his head against his shoulder, slowly he kneel down in front of the other. Black and white lips parted showing small fangs. "You'll have to do, even if you don't look tasty at all." He said with a deep yet calm voice. The open mouth then opened a bit wider and a loud scream was heard. Grimmjow felt his whole body shaking and like if a piano was falling on his damn shoulders, that's how heavy he felt at the moment. Just then did he noticed that the creature was taking something inside of him through his mouth, something blue that was mixing along with his own dark aura.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit.' He kept yelling inside of his head, he wasn't sure why but he knew this was bad, this was very bad! At this rate he doubt that he was going to be able to wake up. Now way in hell that he was going to be stuck sleeping forever! He shook his head and then let out a loud scream. Grimmjow didn't know why but the creature stopped then and looked slightly shocked. "Maybe you are not so boring after all."

Grimmjow would always wake up after that part, but it wasn't like he was having the same dream over and over, it just was the same scenario over and over. The same place and the same person. The creature would do different things, even say something different but most of the time he seem to be interested on sucking out whatever he was taking. He had had nightmares before, but none like this, he would actually feel tired during the day and somewhat dull, which wasn't his normal personality at all.

With a sigh the blue haired teen glanced over at his watch noticing that it was already six, he needed to head back and get ready for school even if it was still pretty early. Maybe he could grab some breakfast on his way back, yeah that sounded nice.

Grimmjow made a face and stared at the empty building in front of him. It was only seven fifteen in the morning, there was no way that students would be there yet. Well maybe a couple of nerds but that was it. With a shrug he fixed his backpack over his shoulder and head over to his classroom. Some teachers were very surprised of seeing Grimmjow in the school grounds so early, usually the other was late or running in during the last minute.

With a snort the azure eyed male ignored the stares and instead opened the door for his classroom, it was empty, what a surprise. He shook his head and walked over to his desk just to notice that somebody was sitting there. How did he missed this guy before?

"Oi, you little bastard, you are sitting on my desk." Grimmjow said with a bored but demanding tone, even using his foot to lightly shove the desk by one of the legs.

The teen sitting on his desk didn't move, instead he slowly turned his head. Emerald eyes stared at him with an emotionless expression, black and white lips were set on a frown and pale hands with dark fingernails merely grabbed his books before standing up and sitting on the desk in front of the one Grimmjow was claiming as his own.

The taller teen was frozen in place though, his foot still on the desk's leg. He was sure his eyes were wide and were now staring at the empty desk, he couldn't move a muscle. Those eyes, that pale skin and those lips...he knew them so well, he had seen them five times already. With a twitch he turned his head towards the other male that was now looking at him with one of his lips twitching into a small smirk.

"You look like you had just seen a ghost."

The voice was the same as well.

It was during his second class that Grimmjow came to the conclusion that this guy couldn't be the same guy from his dream. For once this kid was extremely quiet, he wasn't scary either or intimidating, and he didn't have the same feeling pouring out of his body like the creature in his dreams did. He did learn a couple of things about the boy though, like he was from Germany and moved because of his father's business and his name was Ulquiorra Schiffer.

The new kid didn't look like a threat at all, but because of the way he talked, walked and stare at people it was obvious that he thought he was above all of the students and this was pissing off Grimmjow. He hated stuck up bitches like this kid, that would act all mighty and powerful but were nothing but scaredy cats in the inside.

'Tch, a good pounding would do him some good.' He thought to himself while staring at other, he shook his head though and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand feeling really tired already. Those two hours of extra sleep that he didn't get were letting themselves be known now. 'Why is school so long...'

A pale hand reached over to tug on the uniform tie around his neck. It pulled and tugged until the tie was off and fell on the floor. Glassy green eyes stared at the big stairs in front of him. The mansion was big, it was big enough to probably fit half of his 'new' school inside of it. With a sigh of frustration the slim body moved up the stairs and down the many different halls until reaching a white door with the number four on it. He pushed the door open and tossed his school bag aside before staring at his bed. He didn't waste any time and in less than a minute he was laying down with his eyes closed.

Slowly emerald eyes open, and stared at the now white ceiling in front of him. Ulquiorra stood up and brushed his now longer hair over his shoulder. Black bat like wings were slowly tugged behind his back and his white long robe was lightly moving with the wind that was coming through the window. He glanced back, staring at the night sky and the endless sand that could be seen at the distance...he was home.

Ulquiorra walked out of the new room, and slowly made his way down the hall. There was different doors on the hall, each one with a different number. He passed door three, which was an icy blue, and some kind of fog could be seen crawling out from the bottom of the door. Door number six was a blood color, with cuts all over it even over the number six...each door was different from one another. Yet the dark haired male didn't seem to pay much attention to it. Instead his eyes were focusing on the big white door at the end of the hall. He pushed the door open, revealing a big white room with a table on the center of it. Nine people where sitting on the white chairs and nine different pairs of eyes quickly turned towards his direction.

"Ah, Ulquiorra. I'm glad to see that you are back." The man sitting on the chair at the end of the table said, his dark brown hair lightly falling over his face before he brushed it back.

"Aizen-sama..." The green eyed male said softly and then sat on the chair on the left side of Aizen. Both of the dark wings were slightly spreading apart now, allowing him to sit comfortably.

"So! Tell me Ulquiorra how did things go! Is he interesting? huh?"

Ulquiorra turned his eyes towards the source of the voice. "Curiosity is not good, Nnoitra." He simply said before ignoring the other and turning his attention towards Aizen, not missing the 'little bitch' the other mumble in between his lips. "He...shows potential, though a limited one." The bat like creature said this time, now obviously addressing to Aizen and ignoring the rest of the group.

"I see." The dark eyed male just chuckle and lightly took a sip of his tea before leaning back against his chair. "Could he become a nightmare?"

"He could become a nightmare or a dream catcher. He doesn't have a terror aura but neither does he give a Cleansing aura. Just like all of us it depends on the influence...He has control over the dream world, enough to affect it. He just has no idea on how to use it." Ulquiorra stopped then, closing his eyes and leaning against his chair, his long fingernails slowly reached over to his face before he opened one of his eyes. He touched his eyeball and it shattered. "That's how he looks..."

"Pretty normal for me. Not interesting at all even for a science experiment."

"I have to agree with Aporro he looks like a mere human!" A deep but slightly high pitched voice said this time, his violet eyes glancing over at the pale Nightmare that was showing a very familiar blue haired teen.

"That's because he is human still. My nightmares, don't forget you all looked the same at some point." Aizen commented with a small smile on his lips, his cheek leaning against his hand before he opened his eyes and glanced over at Ulquiorra. The bat nightmare slowly opened his eyes, his left eyeball no longer missing. "So Luppi, Aporro, keep those comments for yourself or now. Later on you can test his strength. For now everyone is dismissed, except Ulquiorra."

There was some moans and groans but eventually everyone left the room, except for the pale male that wasn't moving from his chair.

"I want your honest opinion, Ulquiorra. Everyone is gone now." Aizen looked a bit more serious than before, he was even sitting straight on his chair.

"I gave my honest opinion already, Aizen-sama. He has no aura color yet, or is tilting towards one. He is like a new born still." With a small nod, Ulquiorra lightly tapped his fingernail against the desk. "He was able to use a shock wave strong enough to stop mine.

"So that means he is neutral, which means he can join us." Slowly a small smile spread across Aizen's lips and he stood up, walking over to the chair where Ulquiorra was sitting. He ran his fingers through the dark hair and then tilted the pale face up with his thumb and index finger under Ulquiorra's chin. "I want him, I can smell his potential, just like I did with yours and the rest of our little crew. Do not let a Dream catcher get him first. I want you to be the one to open his eyes and bring him to our world. I know I can trust you." he let go of the nightmare's chin then, before lightly touching his forehead. In the blink of an eye shadows were wrapping around Ulquiorra's body before spreading apart and breaking revealing a different person. The same one that seem to be haunting Grimmjow's dreams.

"You are the only Incubus nightmare that I have. Use this power if you have too. I'm allowing you to do it...unlike the other times when you do it when you please and disobey me." He sounded clearly upset at the memory but then smiled again, staring down at the different nightmare now sitting on his chair. "Feed upon him, drain him out until he is desperate for an answer and a solution....then let him die and bring him here." He was leaning closer, and soon enough he forced the other to his feet, his face burying against the others neck.

"Yes, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra cursed the day he showed their leader this form. He could probably call it the worst day of his life as a nightmare.

The best part about this fic was that I was eating Doritos while writing it.

Short chapter is short. The other chapters are probably going to be way longer than this. Grimmjow is not acting like his usual self but you can blame Ulquiorra for that, later on he is going to be his usual beast/sadistic self.

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