A/N: Hey guys! Just came up with this idea one day and thought it would make a great story. :3 So I hope you guys like it!

Enjoy!

"WOOOOO!" Nnoitra shouted as he, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, and Starrk exited the stage. "Finally! Let's get to that party!"

The band had just finished the last song for the concert and they were ready to get out of there. Grimmjow shook his head at his hyped band mate then plopped down on the dressing room couch. As soon as they caught their breath, their manager, Nelliel, barged in and held up a newspaper.

"WE'VE GONE DOULBE PLATINUM!" She shouted happily. They all cheered loudly—save Ulquiorra—and Nnoitra lifted her into a tight hug. He spun in a circle making Nelliel giggle then blush as he set her down. "This'll be great news to announce at the party tonight! So, I want you guys to look your best! C'mon, get going!"

"I'll meet you guys there," Grimmjow said then got up to leave.

"Grimmjow, take a shower before you go! Actually, all of you go home and wash yourselves. You smell like hot garbage," Nelliel said then squeezed her nose shut. "C'mon, now! We've got a party to get to!" Nelliel left and they all went their separate ways to get ready.

Grimmjow exited to the back of the stadium where his motorcycle was being guarded. He slipped on his helmet, put on his gloves then straddled his Ducati. His blue baby. He'd wanted one for so long, and because of The Espada's first platinum album, he was able to buy as many as he wanted. But it was this one that caught his eye. She was a beauty. Electric blue with black here and there. They were like twins when he put on his black jacket. He revved the engine a few times before speeding off like a demon. Grimmjow was excited. Tonight was the celebration party of their album going double platinum. That was a true feat and they all decided to get shitfaced in commemoration.

He smiled behind the protector on his helmet and sped up to get to his house quicker. He had to go home and change out of his sweaty clothes before he could do any partying. Luckily, the streets weren't very occupied and he was able to go faster. His bike slowed to a stop at a red light and he waited. He impatiently tapped his foot because this red light was taking forever. Grimmjow soon heard giggling then looked to his side. A car full of hot girls had pulled up next to him. He grinned when he saw them wearing his band's t-shirts then slipped his helmet up.

"Hey, ladies," he said smoothly. The one driving turned towards him then screamed.

"It's you! It's you! Oh my God! You guys!"

Her hyperventilating caught the attention of her friends and they all looked at him. Grimmjow smirked at the car full of chaos. He wasn't conceited or anything—well, maybe a little—but he knew what his smile could do to a car full of chicks.

"You guys wanna come to a party?" He asked.

"Oh my God, yes!" They all shouted. Grimmjow wrote down the address then signed the paper so they could get in. He handed it to the one driving then put his helmet back on.

"Seeya there," he said then sped away from the screaming girls.

Great, he'd get to drink and fuck tonight. Grimmjow leaned forward and pressed the gas harder, anxious to get to his party. He saw a green light turn yellow so he sped up. He could make it. The yellow light turned red and he rolled his eyes.

Whatever, he thought then continued to speed right into the intersection.

"Bye, Ichigo!" Orihime shouted as Ichigo walked up the steps to his apartment.

Ichigo turned and waved at his group of friends before searching through his pockets for his keys. He finally found them then opened his door. He frowned at all the people in his home. There was loud music blasting and red plastic cups littered everywhere. He knew his roommate was responsible. All Ichigo wanted to do was to come home after a quiet night out with his friends and go to sleep. He didn't want to deal with a rave party in his house. Angrily, he pushed people out of his way and went down the hall to his bedroom. He opened the door and found a couple making out on his bed. He closed his eyes then sighed angrily and squeezed the door handle tighter. He felt a cold hand cover his on the door handle.

"Guys! I specifically said this room was off limits! Get out!" The couple got off the bed without detaching their lips then left.

"Shiro!" Ichigo screamed making his roommate flinch. "Explain."

"Uh...Welcome–hic–home, Ichi!" Shirosaki said drunkly then wrapped his arms around a very unamused Ichigo.

"Shiro, why do I have to go over this everytime? No parties on school nights! I have to study!"

"But you weren't even–hic–studyin' tonight! You were–hic–out with your friends!" Shiro defended.

"That doesn't change the rule! I still have school in the morning!"

"Ichi, stop–hic–bein' so uptight! You really need ta let loose..." Shiro's hands slowly slid down to the orange-head's slim waist making the latter pull away.

"I'm going somewhere more quiet," Ichigo said sternly then pushed past him.

"Wait! Can you pick up some more beer?"

"Fuck you, Shiro," Ichigo said and continued to walk but was stopped when his roomate wrapped his arms around his waist then sat on the floor.

"Please, Ichi! Please, Ichi! Please, Ichi! Please, Ichi!" He whined.

"You go get it! I'm 17! I can't get you anything!"

"I'll give you a fake ID!" Shiro pleaded.

Ichigo growled then ripped his arms away. He took off his bag then tossed it at the albino on the floor. He held out his hand to get the money, Shiro's car keys, and the fake ID. The orange-head sighed when he received them.

"I'll be right back," he mumbled.

"You're the best, Ichi!" Shiro shouted at him as he shut the door.

Ichigo didn't know why he always did things for Shiro. Sure, they'd known each other since they were little, but that didn't mean the albino deserved any special treatment. If anything, he should've kicked everyone out—including Shiro. But, he decided against it. Ichigo slid into Shiro's black and white Challenger then backed out of the driveway. Halfway to the store, he forgot to ask Shiro what kind of beer he wanted. He cursed then patted his pocket for his phone then pulled it out. Accidentally dropping it made him curse again. Ichigo carefully reached down to get his phone. When he came back up, he didn't notice in time the motorcyclist that had ran a red light and passed in front of him.

Grimmjow turned his head too late when he saw the pair of headlights coming at him. The impact was sudden. He barely felt the car slam into his right leg. But what really hurt like a bitch was flipping through the air like a rag doll, then feeling every part of his body being repeatedly smacked against the asphalt as he slowed to a stop. He felt something dense and heavy crash onto his left arm then hit his head, making it whip to the side. He cried out in pain and coughed as a little bit of blood filled his mouth. The next thing he heard was screeching metal next to him and the burning of tires against the road. Grimmjow groaned then closed his eyes as he lost consciousness.

Ichigo's eyes were wide, his breathing ragged and panicked. He could feel the small amount of blood running down his face, but he ignored it. All he could stare at was the still body and destroyed motorcycle in the beams of light created by his headlights.

I just hit someone, he thought. Oh God, I just hit someone.

Ichigo practically fell out the car then ran over to the injured rider.

Poor Grimmy! DX Anyways, I know it's a short beginning, but I still hope you guys liked it! Tell me what you think!