Summary
"So," the orange-haired teen drawled, "You're a kind of male Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" "Shut up orange. I kill demons, I'm not a blonde high-school girl," Grimmjow tugged on his powder blue locks to emphasise his point. "Yeah…" Ichigo was unimpressed. Cue Grimmjow and Ichigo caught up in events that surpass even their wildest dreams…and nightmares.