(Hey everyone! Thank you so much for clicking on this story to read it, it's my first ever fanfiction, and it contains a romance between Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and my own OC Lareina, just to give you a heads up now, later chapters may contain lemon in them and the first bit of this chapter - in italics - is actually set in the future time !SPOILER! after Ichigo defeats Aizen, the bit not in italics would be the past/present though. So here we go! Oh yeah, and Disclaimer : Unfortunately I don't own Bleach)

Lareina Valeri de Riaño was fuming. Absolutely and utterly boiling with rage, consumed by her sadness. Grimmjow..Grimmjow was dead, her friend, her lover, dead. She was currently speeding through the small town known as Karakura, searching for the one person left, the one person left who was responsible for Grimmjow's death. Ichigo Kurosaki. Nnoitra may have been the one to kill Grimmjow, but thankfully the spoon-headed bastard was dead. It sucked that Lareina hadn't killed him herself for what he had done. But that boisterous captain had beaten her to it. And as she headed to find Ichigo Kurosaki, and kill him, Lareina found her thoughts drifting to the first time she had met Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

The panther-like adjuchas finished licking the blood clean from his claws, his bright blue eyes flickering between the adjuchas he had just taken from. He hadn't killed them, no, he still thought they could be useful in ganging up on new prey. But he had devoured a piece of them each, making him stronger, and preventing them from evolving any further.

A low chuckle reached Grimmjow's ears, and he snapped his head around to watch as an elegant adjuchas landed a few feet away from him, she was a female, he could tell straight away, and seemed to have a dragon-style body, she had large majestic pink wings with purple tips, a long black line ran up her neck, stopping just above the inbetween of her deep pink eyes and two similar black lines started at the bottom of both eyes and finished at her cheekbones. She dug her black claws in the endless sands of Hueco Mundo, letting the red fur that was on the end of her long tail swish slightly in the wind, shaking her head as the red fur on either side of her face ruffled.

"Well that's a shame." She spoke with amusement in her voice, the sound too feminine to be coming from a male. Another reason Grimmjow believed her to be female.

"I was hoping to get a nice meal, but it seems you beat me to it." Her eyes flicked in the direction of Grimmjow's bloodied group. Slowly, the eyes dragged back to Grimmjow, "Oh well, guess I'll just eat you instead, you seem strong enough to be a good meal even on your own."

Grimmjow growled in response, how dare this FEMALE adjuchas think she could take him on when she had just seen how he had taken down a whole group? So they offered themselves to him because they were weak, but that didn't matter, in the eyes of this female adjuchas, he had just taken down a group on his own, she didn't know they had offered themselves willingly.

The two began to circle eachother, then Grimmjow made the first move, leaping towards the adjuchas with incredible speed. He expected his teeth to tear a chunk out of her wing, but suddenly the female moved with such speed, speed comparable to his own, and he narrowly missed, landing with a barely suppressed growl.

"You're fast." He noted with that glare still on his face, looking over to the nimble dragon, he also took time to note she was - like him - much smaller than most adjuchas, not quite as small as him though, but still small. Maybe that was why she moved fast as well.

"Thank you, but it seems you're pretty fast yourself." Grimmjow didn't feel the need to respond to that, so he moved in for another attack.

Lareina's eyes stung slightly with the threat of tears as she leapt building to building through Karakura town, she remembered that day so clearly. The two had fought for hours, maybe even days - time was easily lost in Hueco Mundo - but had come to the conclusion that they were actually at the same strength level, neither could beat the other. Lareina had agreed to join Grimmjow that day on his hunt to become something better, something stronger than an adjuchas. Maybe even something stronger than a Vasto Lorde. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, that day did come. They were granted their wish by a strange man in a white outfit, he had dark brown hair and a deceitful smile, two others were with him, a man with silver hair, closed eyes and a smile that seemed permanently etched on his face, and a silent dark-skinned man who never seemed to smile at all. Sōsuke Aizen, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tōsen. She remembered the joy at finally having a human-like form, Aizen having turned them into something he called arrancars, and also the feeling that stirred in the pit of her stomach when she first saw Grimmjow in his human-like arrancar form. They had been travelling together for a while by then, and it hadn't taken long after their transformation into an Arrancar for the two to develop feelings for each other.

Grimmjow and Lareina had been living in Las Noches for a while now, since becoming Arrancars the two had found themselves becoming closer and closer. Lareina noticed Grimmjow seemed happier since being transformed, less moody and more joyful. Though of course he was often only happy because he was fighting or because he knew he was strong enough to fight almost anyone, but still, it counted for her. She was happier as well, she didn't have to be on guard all the time now, and she didn't have to fight around every single corner.

She had been noticing something strange happening to her though. It was about Grimmjow. Ever since getting this Arrancar form, she had found herself wanting to be around him more often, she often caught herself staring at him, still amazed by his new form, his brillant blue hair and equally amazing blue eyes, she had always liked his eyes, but the thing that caught her so often, the thing that gave her such a strange weird feeling in her stomach, like something was doing flips inside it, was his grin. The way his lips would curve before those sparkling white teeth would be revealed and sometimes he'd even let out a laugh which would send shivers down her spine. It was her mission to at least once a day make the man laugh, just so she could see that grin and hear that enticing laughter come from his lips.

Another odd thing was happening as well, it was whenever Grimmjow was around other female arrancars, she would get this extremely uncomfortable feeling if she noticed them trying to get him to laugh, and she noticed the looks they gave him, as though they wanted to get him all alone and have their way with him. It made her want to grab their necks and squeeze until they gasped for air, the feeling to harm those arrancar girls always died down though when she watched Grimmjow scowl at them, or sneer at their attempts to humour him. The only reason he had ever laughed at them was when one of them had annoyed him to the point of him hitting out at them, the pathetic black-haired arrancar girl fell to the ground and began to sob like some sort of weak idiot. That had made Grimmjow laugh, and Lareina had to hold back her sniggers as well. Grimmjow had noticed the slight chuckle coming from Lareina though, and when he turned to look at her, instead of hitting her as well, like Lareina had half-expected, he simply cracked a grin, walked past her and mentioned how pathetic the sobbing arrancar was, he had paused in his walking, looked back at Lareina with an emotion she didn't recognize in his eyes and asked her if she wanted to come with him to the training hall and spar for a while.

So as she woke up today, she found herself almost humming with the anticipation of seeing Grimmjow. It had become a routine for her to wake up, head over to Grimmjow's quarters and wake him up for breakfast, he'd always have a meeting with the Espada afterwards, so he'd have to leave her rather quickly, but she didn't mind, even those few precious moments in the morning were enough to brighten the rest of her day.

Grimmjow liked it at Las Noches. Besides the fact that he had to obey Lord Aizen like some sort of dog, life was good here. He was strong, stronger than he had ever been before, he had his own bunch of minions to order around, his group known as a Fracción, and he could fight whenever he wanted to, with whoever he wanted to. Unless Lord Aizen told him he couldn't. In his mind, the only thing that made Aizen's control over him slightly bearable was Lareina's presence in the castle.

Ever since they had been turned Arrancar by Aizen, Grimmjow had been getting unusual feelings around Lareina. He loved it when she came to hang out with him, and it didn't matter whether it was a quick 'hey' while walking past each other in the corridor, or sparring together, or even her morning visits, but each time he saw her a grin would spread across his face. At first he tried to blame it on the fact that she was incredibly attractive now, with her long locks of blood red hair that fell just above her tempting ass, and her deep pink eyes that had gained a sparkle since staying at Las Noches, he tried not to stare at her chest too often either, for that was definitely pronounced enough to draw his attention, but staring at her face had almost the same effect on him as well because she was just so damn beautiful even without having to look below her neck line.

He finally came to the conclusion that he wanted her, bad, when he had hit that black-haired arrancar girl. He hadn't noticed she was behind him at the time, but an annoying lower class arrancar female was bugging him at the time, telling him she wanted to hang out with him and she thought he was really cool and could they be friends? Pfft, she was practically begging him, and that just pissed him off. So he hit the girl, watching as she fell away from him and hit the ground. The idiot then had the damn nerve to start crying, and that amused him more than anything else, so he laughed at her pathetic behaviour. That was when he heard the absolutely delicious giggle of Lareina's, and turned to see she was struggling not to laugh at the sobbing girl as well. Her pink eyes had flickered to look at him then, an emotion Grimmjow couldn't place filled their depths, and he let a grin cross his face at the beauty of the red-haired girl. He had to move past her then, before he did something stupid he'd probably regret, but still he couldn't stop himself from asking her to come spar with him.

So last night, before he fell asleep, he realized it was getting harder and harder to resist his only female Fracción member, he wanted nothing more than to take her by the mouth and claim her as his own. He needed to claim her as his own; he noticed the looks she got from the other male arrancar, even some members of the damn Espada had been giving her the eye. And he would not let Nnoitra touch Lareina, he knew his view on females, usually Grimmjow would agree with him that females were generally idiots, but Lareina was different. She just was.

Lareina crept into Grimmjow's room silently shutting the door behind her. A wicked smile was on her face as she tip-toed over to his bed. Three. Two. One. "GRIMMJOW!" She yelled with a giggle, leaping on top of the sleeping man. "Wake up Grimmjow!" She called as she shook him lightly, not noticing she was currently straddling the slowly-awakening Espada. He had never been a morning person. He did look adorable when he slept though, so it was a shame she had to wake him up.

Grimmjow groaned as his name was shouted with glee and a weight landed ontop of him, it wasn't heavy enough to hurt him, whatever it was, but the shaking was becoming annoying. He realized it was Lareina's voice shouting for him to wake up, so he slowly blinked open his dazed blue eyes. Shit. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at her. She looked amazing. Her long hair draped over him slightly, tickling his bare chest that had been exposed when the sheets had ridden down slightly, her pink eyes sparkled at him, complemented by the beautiful grin that was on her face, and he noticed with a low groan that she was straddling him on the bed. Fuck it. It was now or never.

So the blue-haired Espada leaned up suddenly and pulled his tempting Fracción member so that his lips crashed against hers. He felt her stiffen for a moment, cursing his shitty luck, but then she relaxed and his eyes widened in shock as she put her soft hands on his chest and leaned even closer, responding with ferocious passion to the kiss. Damn, this was about to get real hot, real fast.

(So what did you guys think? :D Don't worry, it'll get better soon :P This was just an intro to the two of their lives, how they met etc. It's still a few chappies to go until we go into the future and let Lareina meet Ichigo, but there's plently of hot scenes to fill up the space, so don't worry :D Oh, and thanks for reading this far!)