Jūshirō Ukitake sat at his desk looking over the latest statistics he'd gotten from his alpha, Shunsui Kyōraku. Shunsui and Jūshirō both worked for the Shinigami Crime Agency; Shunsui in the Omega Affairs Division and Jūshirō in the Seireitei Division. Jūshirō ran the Seireitei, a shelter and safe house for abused and neglected omegas. Shunsui had sent over the latest reports on their caseload, and as usual, the numbers were disheartening. Even as progressive as today's world was, omegas still found themselves often the victims of violent crimes and a disproportionate amount of sexual assault and abuse.
The population statistics were that there were around seven and a half percent who expressed as an omega by the age of thirteen. Alpha numbers were slightly higher at close to ten percent of the population. In those numbers, one in three omegas would experience sexual assault or abuse during their lifetimes. Of course, often the perpetrators of such things used the pheromone defense. That defense rarely worked these days, but occasionally an alpha could convince a jury that they were enticed into the act. It was frustrating beyond belief for anyone that worked directly with survivors of those assaults and abuses. It was even worse when there was a bonded pair in which such acts occurred because once bonded, an omega would rarely leave their alpha to break the bond.
Of course, alphas weren't the only perpetrators of such things. Betas, or the rest of the population, couldn't detect the pheromones released by either the alpha or omega, but omegas were often viewed as inferior as a general rule. The only thing that came of the situation was that a beta could not impregnate an omega because they didn't have the ability to knot, a necessary part of the process. Without the knotting, an omega was not able to trigger the proper internal process during a heat that caused the gestation process to even have a chance of beginning. Of course, there were ways around this. Contraception was available, both for the omega to take and barrier methods. There were also heat suppressants that were about ninety percent effective. That ten percent chance of them not being effective was the reason that many, like Jūshirō, took both heat suppressants and contraception on a daily basis.
Not all omegas had access to effective birth control and suppressants, though. That led to more than a few unwanted pregnancies. This was another of the reasons shelters like the Seireitei existed. They often worked with omegas who wanted to give their babies up for adoption as well as found medical services for them, which could include abortion in a certain timeframe from conception. This didn't happen often, as most omegas felt the instinctual drive to carry the baby to term, but in cases of incest or rape it was a viable option.
"Jūshirō, Shunsui is here," buzzed the intercom on Jūshirō's desk.
"Tell him I'll be there shortly," he responded as he pushed the button on the com.
He got up and put his jacket back on, sighing because he was always distressed when he read the reports that came from the Shunsui's division. He went out and punched in the code to open the inner doors. As always, there was a faint whoosh of air as the seal was broken. Then he went to punch in the code for the outer doors and came out into the entryway. The front of the shelter resembled a plain office, and if someone wasn't aware that the Seireitei was there, it blended in with the other offices that surrounded it. He smiled as he saw Shunsui standing near the glass windows at the front, as usual his pink kimono over the shoulders of his suit jacket.
"I didn't expect you today," Jūshirō said as he came up behind Shunsui.
Shunsui turned and smiled lazily at him. "I thought I'd surprise you with a lunch date."
Jūshirō felt his cheeks heat up as he heard the barely stifled giggle of his receptionist, Rukia Kuchiki. Rukia thought they were a very cute couple and was constantly telling him how handsome they were together.
"I didn't know you'd have the time after the reports you sent over," Jūshirō commented as he intertwined his hand with Shunsui's.
"I know, I have been a bit busy lately, but I did want to sit down to have lunch with you and discuss some of the information we've come across recently. About the Espada Organization." Shunsui's eyes sparkled as he spoke.
"The Espada Organization?" Jūshirō gasped.
The Espada Organization was forever one of the thorns in Jūshirō's side. Anyone, really, that worked with unfortunate omegas had come across victims of the Espada Organization. No one had been able to pin down the person in charge of it, and every time they came close to catching one of their leaders, they would slip out of their grasp, either through lack of evidence or legal rigmarole. The Espada Organization dealt in illegal and counterfeit contraception and heat suppressants as well and offered access to doctors that were less than reputable that would perform procedures for low prices. They dabbled in underground fighting rings, human trafficking focused on omegas, drugs for omegas and alphas specifically, and a few other things. Of course, Jūshirō was most concerned with their omega specific activities.
"Let me get my coat," Jūshirō said excitedly. To have news was a great thing especially after the reports he'd been reading this morning.
Shunsui led him out of the building onto the street, where no one would really think there was anything different about the small office they emerged from. There was a small, quiet café nearby that they both enjoyed for lunches called the Rukongai. It was run by a blond-haired man named Shinji Hirako. Of course, what both Shunsui and Jūshirō knew about Shinji was that he, and the business itself, was a front for the Shinigami. Shinji headed the Special Victim's Unit, so he was rarely at the Rukongai, trusting it to his Assistant Hiyori. All those that worked in the Rukongai were Shinigami members that had build undercover identities within the local area.
They entered and found it nearly empty. Of course, it was a little after lunch, so it was no surprise. Rose was on the door and sat them at a table where they were soon brought their drinks by Lisa. She took their order and left them to themselves.
"So, what is this about the Espada Organization?" Jūshirō asked excitedly.
Shunsui sighed. "You can't wait until we've had lunch?"
"No, you can't drop that sort of thing and not tell me about it as soon as possible," Jūshirō said with a glint to his eyes.
"Alright, alright. I can tell you before we eat. It isn't a lot, but it is something. We have a criminal informant, inside the Espada's highest tiers," Shunsui revealed with a smirk.
Jūshirō's eyes went wide because he knew the significance of that statement and how much weight it carried. "When did this happen?" he gasped.
"Recently. We had someone contact us and say they wanted out and were willing to deal. They didn't ask for much, just sanctuary for themselves and one other person. Easy enough for the Head Captain to grant," Shunsui went on.
"What does this mean for us?" he asked.
Shunsui knew he meant the Seireitei Division. "It means that we're going to know who is in control of the organization. It means we're finally going to put a stop to everything they're doing."
Jūshirō nearly had tears in his eyes. So many of the omegas at the Seireitei Shelter had been victims of the Espada Organization, either from being sold as slaves to botched medical procedures and contraception laced with drugs. That wasn't even counting the strange Omega Sickness that started a few years ago that Jūshirō swore was somehow linked to the Espada Organization. There was never any link, though.
"We're finally going to put an end to this," he whispered, looking up as Lisa brought their food to them.
He could hardly eat as he sat there, his stomach was aflutter with anticipation. He managed to get through the rest of lunch and back to the Seireitei again. As soon as he came in Rukia looked up and frowned.
"Did something happen?" she asked, turning the page in the novel she was reading.
Jūshirō nodded. "Something good. We may have a way to pin the Espada Organization. And soon."
"That's wonderful news!" she exclaimed and shut her book. "What happened?"
"We have a criminal informant inside, someone that wanted out safely. It is the first real break we've had on them." Jūshirō put his coat up by the door and smiled at her. "I'm going to be in my office. Even with this good news, there's still work to be done."
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It wasn't like he hadn't wanted this in the beginning. Ichigo Kurosaki had been an intern at Las Noches Corporation. It started as a good thing, after all. Working for Las Noches was a big step towards independence that he wanted. He had loved his family, but they didn't understand what it was like for him to be born as an omega, and they never would. His father was an alpha and his twin sisters were both betas, but his mom had been an omega. He was sure that if she was alive, she would have understood what he was going through. But she had been killed when he was nine years old, so he she hadn't even known that her only son was going to be an omega.
"Kurosaki!" he heard. It sounded far away though. He blinked slowly and turned toward the voice.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Boss wants you to come down and be on display, so get dressed in something nice," the voice said, and now he could see it was Grimmjow who had been sent to retrieve him. He just stared at him, though, not moving as his brain tried to process what he just said.
Grimmjow sighed, turning and walking over to the closet. He muttered something under his breath that Ichigo couldn't catch, but he imagined it had something to do with being annoyed at having to help him get dressed. It wasn't the first time he'd had to do this. He wanted to do things on his own, but he just couldn't do it anymore. No one could explain it, though, and he'd quit questioning why he lived in this constant state of head fog each day. It was just the Omega Sickness and he had to deal with it.
"Here, this looks like good enough," Grimmjow said, bringing over a floral-patterned kimono style dress. He didn't mind the dresses, though. He actually kind of liked the fact that he got to wear them.
Grimmjow grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up to stand. Ichigo stared at him a minute then shrugged out of the yukata he was wearing and let it fall to the floor with no thought that he was in a lacy set of underwear and thigh high stockings with a garter belt. He then helped Ichigo put on the dress that wrapped around him and tied.
"This wasn't in my job description," Grimmjow grumbled. He always made some comment about doing this stuff as being outside his job, and Ichigo couldn't blame him. He had no idea what Grimmjow actually did. He really didn't know what any of the men that he often saw working in the building did because most of them never were seen in public.
Grimmjow grabbed a pair of the shoes by the door and had Ichigo step into them. "Babysitting isn't what I get paid for," he mumbled this time. He glanced over Ichigo as he stood there. "Alright, you at least already got made up for the day. I take it Charlotte was by earlier?" Grimmjow said as he steered Ichigo toward the private elevator that led down from the penthouse.
"Yeah," he said slowly, hardly able to keep up with Grimmjow's words; he was speaking so fast.
After a short elevator ride, Grimmjow led Ichigo through a couple hallways and out into a big open room filled with tables and people. Ichigo couldn't take in that much information so he focused on the only thing important: Sōsuke. He was sitting at the long table in the front facing the other tables. He could see that Gin was on the side of him, and Tōsen sat next to him. The other side was an empty seat, and Ichigo guessed it was for him. He realized he was right as he was led over and pushed down into the seat by Grimmjow.
"Hope that's alright; I picked it out," Grimmjow told Sōsuke.
"Perfect, actually," Sōsuke said, turning dark brown eyes on Ichigo.
Sōsuke Aizen was the head of the Las Noches Corporation. Three years ago, he'd taken interest in Ichigo while the younger man was working as an intern. At the time, he was stymied by this man as old as his father trying to get him to go out. He didn't know he was the company owner or anything; he was just a well-dressed businessman who was dallying with one of the omegas in the mailroom. He ended up turning him flat down at first. But steadily, his advances became more insistent, and then he made him an offer that he couldn't refuse: one date for a chance to interview for a full-time position in one of the upstairs offices.
He didn't think about how wrong it was then, he was just focused on trying to better his situation. He was already struggling, and refusing his father's offers to let him live with him and his sisters. He wanted to be on his own, not living with them, and this was a way to get somewhere. And it wasn't a promise of a job, after all, it was just an interview. They went out on several dates over the next few weeks, and Ichigo thought he was quite a charming man. He didn't expect it to go anywhere, though. It was just the company head playing around with a lonely omega from the mailroom.
Then, he found himself in Sōsuke's bedroom after one of their dates, and he couldn't remember getting there. That was the beginning of the time skipping he started to experience that signaled the onset of the Omega Sickness. Sōsuke was regretful when Ichigo couldn't even remember what happened and had taken him immediately to see the company doctor, Szayelaporro Ganz. After extensive testing, he could find no other explanation for the strange missing time he experienced than the Omega Sickness, so he kept an eye on him, nonetheless. Soon, it began happening more and more, and his head would just feel fuzzy and disconnected. He told his father about it, and he tried to get Ichigo to come see him or another doctor he knew, but Ichigo didn't want to depend on his father.
Instead, he kept working at Las Noches until it became obvious he wasn't able to concentrate long enough to work effectively. That's when Sōsuke invited him to stay in the penthouse. He only used it now and then, he said, and there was no reason he couldn't help him out now that he needed it. Honestly, Ichigo had no real reason to turn him down. And at first, the penthouse had pretty much been his to do whatever he wanted to do. Then Sōsuke started staying there more and more often, and their relationship got closer and closer until Sōsuke was referring to him as his omega proudly in public. He had a closet full of nice clothes and all sorts of things to go with them. He just couldn't remember much after he did things with them on. He would constantly be bruised somewhere, and he could never really remember how it happened. But Sōsuke would take care of him; he was sure of that.
Now, sitting beside him at this table, looking around at people he didn't know, and would probably never see again, he wondered how much he would even remember of the night. He was so used to it now that it didn't seem strange anymore. Neither did the fact that Sōsuke for some reason had taken up with an omega half his age. His father had tried to tell him not to get involved with him at the beginning, but he hadn't listened. He had preferred to make his own choices about things like that.
"Welcome to our yearly Omega Convention. I would love to personally welcome each and every one of you, but alas that would take too much time. We have representatives here from all the major omega groups, and we welcome all of you. I hope that our little convention will offer you some good learning opportunities and chances to connect with others in omega centered businesses. I could go on, but you are all here to have a nice dinner, not listen to me all evening. Enjoy the dinner, and please, come and see me if you have any direct questions about Las Noches and our Omega Program." Sōsuke bowed slightly and sat back down.
He reached over and took Ichigo's hand. "How are you?" he asked softly.
Ichigo turned toward him and smiled a little. "Okay, I think. There's a lot of people here."
"Yes, yes. It's our big Omega Convention. That's why it was important for you to attend," Sōsuke said with a subtle smile on his face. "You do look lovely in that tonight." He leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "It will be lovelier to remove it after this dull dinner is over."
Ichigo felt his cheeks heat a little, but he didn't say anything. He looked up as someone sat a plate of food in front of him and one in front of Sōsuke. Ichigo stared for a minute, and the plate seemed to waver in his vision a bit. He shook his head and picked up a fork.
"Can we get a photo of you and your omega, sir?" a man asked with a big camera.
"Of course, here, Ichigo, smile for them!" he said and smiled. Ichigo smiled with him and blinked away the lights left behind in his eyes. He was getting dizzy from all of this stuff going on around him.
"Sir, sir!" another man with a camera. "How has the research been coming into the Omega Sickness that so many have been afflicted with in recent years?"
"We're putting everything into finding out what is causing our omegas to become sick with this malady. Ichigo, my own omega, suffers from the sickness, so people don't crowd him. He's having a good day."
The Omega Sickness was what it was called. A sudden onset that often occurred to omegas in their early twenties, the Omega Sickness had no known cure and no known cause. It was devastating for those that showed the symptoms, putting them in the care of their alphas entirely. It included a brain fog, losing time, and loss of concentration among other things. Not everyone suffered from the Omega Sickness, and there had been no connection made between the sickness and any of the drugs omegas normally took like heat suppressants and contraception. Others took the same thing and had no such problems. Still, a good ten percent of all omegas would suffer from the Omega Sickness for a time in their twenties. Then, it would simply go away one day, and they would be fine again, having lost several years of their life to the Sickness.
The Sickness was diagnosed by the symptoms alone, as there was nothing in the bloodwork that showed anything was wrong with those it afflicted. As a matter of fact, there was no sign whatsoever about who would develop it and who wouldn't. It had just started happening about four years before. No one had been able to come up with a good reason for the strange sickness.
"Sir, have you had any luck with the experimental treatments you've been trying?" another person, this one a woman, asked.
"We have been seeing positive results with some of the newest testing that we've been doing. Nothing close to a cure yet, but we have been seeing some symptom reduction in our human trials for a possible medication," Sōsuke told her with his usual smile.
"Can you give us any details on when it might see shelves?"
"Not yet, it has to pass Las Noches Corporation's quality control tests to be considered for public use," Sōsuke was sitting with an arm around Ichigo's shoulders as he stared mostly at his plate. He didn't remember eating anything, but it was obvious he had done so. He hated that this happened to him. He was even taking the experimental drugs that Sōsuke was talking about.
"Ichigo, how are you feeling?" a voice from behind him. He turned and saw Szayel had come over to the table to check on him.
Ichigo turned around, looking behind him and nodded. "I feel pretty good tonight," he told Szayel as Sōsuke talked to the reporters.
"That's good." Szayel handed him his meds discreetly. "Here you are," he said and smiled at him.
"Oh, thank you," Ichigo said and took them from him quietly. He took them with the glass of water sitting at his place and watched as Szayel left again.
He turned back and spent the rest of the evening smiling and saying hello to people he would quickly forget. There were a couple that he thought were interesting, including the head of their biggest rival, Kuchiki Enterprises. He thought he was quite a handsome man, and the man with him smelled wonderful to Ichigo. He swallowed, realizing that he must be an alpha because he was drawn the rest of the night to look at him. He was about his same height but was built stronger and broader than he was. He also had brilliant red hair.
"Ichigo, are you doing alright still?" Sōsuke asked as the night started to come to the end.
Ichigo peeled his eyes away from the redheaded alpha and turned back to Sōsuke. "Oh, yeah."
"You're not looking at someone else, are you?" Sōsuke whispered in his ear.
He felt his cheeks color a little, caught staring at another man. He shook his head. "I just noticed the bright hair color."
"Is that all?" Sōsuke asked, and to anyone else, he looked placid, but Ichigo knew better than that. He was angry at him. He probably was going to be in for a bad night if he stayed that way. He knew he could try and put him in a better mood, though.
Before Ichigo could answer, he felt Sōsuke put a hand on his knee under the table and squeeze it tight enough to hurt. That wasn't good. He stared at his hands, trying very hard not to be drawn into the alpha's allure, but before long, he found himself staring at him again. He tore his eyes away as soon as he realized it and bit down on his lip. He hadn't been around many alphas, so smelling one this close was a bit overwhelming.
"You're not able to keep your eyes off him. Do you want him so badly?" Sōsuke suddenly whispered in his ear.
Ichigo shook his head. "I can't help it. He's an alpha. I…I keep scenting him."
"Is that so?" Sōsuke said and Ichigo heard the sound to his voice. It wasn't a good thing.
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Ichigo knew he was still angry when he shoved him out of the elevator into the penthouse. He stumbled, nearly tripping over his feet as he fell forward into the room. Before he could move any further, Sōsuke had snatched him by the back of the hair and yanked him toward the bedroom. He felt his breath hitch. He wasn't going to give him a chance to calm him down at all. He gasped for breath as he fell forward onto the bed an caught himself with his arms before his face slammed into the oak headboard.
"You had your eyes on that alpha from the moment he came near you," Sōsuke spoke with deceptive calm.
Ichigo looked up at him, trying to make his best innocent face. He didn't know if it would help, but he was willing to try anything at this point to avoid Sōsuke's wrath. "I'm sorry, it must be close to the heat again, I kept smelling him."
"Heat. Some excuse for pining away for another man. Haven't I given you everything an alpha could give you and more?" he snapped, pulling his suit jacket off and loosening the blue tie.
"Of course!" Ichigo said, feeling the fog trying to cover his mind again as he fought it. "You've given me everything I could ever want! I love you!"
The backhanded slap that came then nearly knocked him off the bed and split his lip. He put his hand over his face and stared at Sōsuke. At that moment, memories of times that this exact thing had happened came back to him and he started to breathe heavily. The reason he had bruises that he couldn't remember where they came from suddenly was very clear to him. For a few minutes, the fog over his mind seemed to clear up and he could remember nights like this.
"Sōsuke, you know I can't help the reaction to an alpha," he whispered hoarsely, trying to keep his composure.
"You should be able to control yourself. If you truly loved me, an alpha wouldn't matter," Sōsuke said again with a sneer to his voice.
"Please, I'm sorry," he said, looking at him with tears starting in his eyes.
"You're not leaving this room for two weeks, do you understand?" he hissed as he reached out and gripped his bicep too tightly.
He nodded his head slowly, eyes wide and searching for the slightest sign that this was over. He found none.
Sōsuke reached out and ripped open the front of the kimono he was wearing, sending the obi flying. Ichigo gasped a little at the sudden exposure. He shook his head and turned away from him, starting to get scared of him in this mood. He had never seen him this angry before, even when he remembered other times he'd been mad at him like this.
"Please, not now," he begged as Sōsuke's hands went to his shoulders, shoving the dress down off his back. He shivered at the cold air contacting his skin and swallowed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Not now? Do you think you're in any position to deny me after tonight?" he growled, grabbing both his arms and shoving him to his back.
Ichigo knew he wasn't. It was his fault; he should have controlled himself better. He seemed to space out for a moment or two because he came back to find Sōsuke had pulled him up onto the bed and he didn't remember it at all. He didn't fight him because what was the point? He'd only get hurt more because he didn't have the strength to resist him with the Sickness. He found himself looking up into those dark brown eyes and finding nothing but contempt. He closed his eyes, wishing he could stop feeling his hands on him.
He jerked when he felt him slide into him. Then Sōsuke paused and leaned over him.
"You're starting a heat, aren't you? That alpha got you this worked up that it triggered your heat?" he growled into his ear.
Ichigo had felt warm the entire evening after he'd seen the alpha, but he hadn't realized it had triggered the start of a heat. He'd been on heat suppressants for so long, he didn't really think much about them. Once in a while, he felt the beginnings of one, but it always quickly faded, usually with some help from Sōsuke. He'd never minded it before. This was different. He became rougher and almost frantic with his motions until Ichigo wasn't sure if he could take it anymore.
"Please," he begged as he held onto Sōsuke's shoulders, trying not to cry out. "Please, stop!"
There was no response, he only continued, and then he started to get erratic in his motions. Ichigo whined as he felt him slam into him harder than before, and clamp his hands down painfully on Ichigo's hips, fingernails digging into the skin.
Ichigo lost a few minutes and then he felt Sōsuke pull him to sit up.
"You caused me to hurt you," he whispered, glaring at him.
Ichigo looked at him, eyes wide and hoped that he would forget this by tomorrow. He felt tears then, and he wasn't sure if it was from the pain he was in or the emotional turmoil in his gut. Sōsuke put a hand against his face.
"Two weeks," he said finally and stood back up, doing his pants up and grabbing his jacket. "I'll be back in two weeks. Don't leave the penthouse. If you need anything, call the desk and it will be brought to you."
Ichigo couldn't help the gasp as he realized what he was doing. He stood up and cried out, "Please, no, Sōsuke! I'm sorry!"
Sōsuke turned and slapped him again, this time hard enough that he did stumble. Ichigo watched as he calmly left the room, then left the penthouse. He sat still for a few minutes, how long, he wasn't sure, until he got up and poured a bath for himself. He sat there in the water until it was going cold. He didn't hear the door when it opened, so when the bathroom door opened, he looked up, hoping Sōsuke had changed his mind and come back. He hadn't; it was Grimmjow again.
"Yo, boss said to see if you needed any patching up for some reason?" he started, then stopped, staring at Ichigo's bruised face. "What the hell?" he muttered, walking into the bathroom to the side of the tub.
"It…It's nothing," Ichigo said, turning away from him and looking into the water.
Grimmjow reached down and tilted his head toward him. "He can't do this," he said finally.
"He can do what he wants, I'm his omega," Ichigo told him.
Grimmjow looked at him and shook his head. For a while, Grimmjow had been feeling that the work they were doing was wrong. He had seen what Sōsuke Aizen was really doing and had done things for the man. He couldn't count the times he'd come to get Ichigo that he was bruised somehow and would say he couldn't remember what happened. Grimmjow had suspected for a while now that there was more to it than the omega being clumsy. This only proved it. And now he had a choice to make. Or did he? Perhaps he already made that choice.
He got up and went into the bedroom, going to the closet and finding something nice to put him in. He wondered if the Boss even knew that he favored things with delicate flowers on them. He also bet that he didn't know that he only liked the loose dresses and yukatas at all. He also bet that he didn't know he liked it when Charlotte came and did his makeup and nails for him quite a bit. In fact, he bet he knew more about his omega than he did.
He pulled out the kimono style dress and went to the dresser to look for some underwear for him. All he found was the lacy, thin pairs. He sighed, grabbing a random pair and stopped by the bed where the sheets were smeared with blood. He stared for a minute, feeling the sensation in his chest that was so foreign to him. He shook it away and went back in the bath where Ichigo hadn't moved, still seemingly in a fugue state.
"Here, come on, dry off and get dressed," he said.
Ichigo turned to him and nodded, lifting himself out of the now cold water and taking a towel Grimmjow handed him. He dried off slowly, gently touching the lip that was still oozing a little blood. Grimmjow handed him the underwear first and steadied him as he stepped into it. He then helped him into the dress and tied it on him.
"Come on, I'm taking you somewhere," Grimmjow said, grabbing Ichigo by the hand.
"But he said not to leave for two weeks…" he said as he was led into the front room.
"I know. But I'm taking you to someone who can help you get away from him. Probably for the best so you won't be involved in what's coming," Grimmjow told him and pushed his shoes toward him.
Ichigo stepped into them and looked at him. "I don't understand."
"I know, and that's okay. You trust me, right?" he asked, tugging him toward the elevator again.
"Yeah, but Sōsuke said…" he started.
Grimmjow turned and growled at him, stopping him. "Sōsuke beats you when he feels like it, and tonight just proved that to me. You aren't his property; you don't belong to him. You're going to go somewhere where he can't get to you anymore."
Ichigo didn't say anything, just followed him. They got a strange look from the concierge as they went through the lobby of the building. He opened the door to his car and he got in. Ichigo was silent as he got in on the driver's side and pulled out a phone.
"We're going. Now," he said gruffly as he started the car. "I'll be there in ten."
Ichigo had no idea where they were going as they stopped in front of another building and a woman with green hair came running to the car. She jumped in the backseat and Ichigo avoided looking at her. He could smell her already, and it was making his current situation worse as he flushed with heat.
"Ichigo, this is my sister, Nelliel. Nel, this is Ichigo. We're taking him to the Seireitei shelter." Grimmjow took off again, heading in another direction.
"Itsygo?" Nel said, chuckling to herself as she said it. "Oops. I can't say his name right. He's Aizen's omega, isn't he?"
"Not anymore," Grimmjow muttered as they pulled into a parking garage. He pulled out his phone again. "I'm coming in. I have two with me. I know what I said, but something came up. He needs to go to the omega shelter. Yeah, I'm at the meeting place. Okay." He put away the phone and Ichigo stared at his hands. His head was foggy, and he really wanted to go to sleep. At least Grimmjow had put him in one of his favorite dresses.
After about fifteen minutes, a pair of cars pulled in and parked next to Grimmjow. Ichigo looked up to see a man get out of each of them. Surprisingly, Grimmjow recognized Byakuya Kuchiki, one of Aizen's competitors. The other man was tall with a pink kimono over his shoulders. He wore a sugegasa style hat as well, which set him apart from the other dark-haired man.
Grimmjow got out an approached them. The one in the hat spoke, and Grimmjow recognized his voice as the one he'd spoken to already.
"I thought you were staying until something major occurred?" he said, frowning and looking over Grimmjow's shoulder to the car.
"Something came up," Grimmjow answered, glancing over at the car as well.
"An omega?" Kuchiki said, tilting his head to the side. "Wait, isn't that Aizen's omega that was at the convention this evening?"
"Yeah, well, I got tired of seeing him bruised up. Tonight was the last straw," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll have my Jūshirō see to him," he said and waved at the car he'd come in. A tall, white haired man in a light-colored suit without a tie got out of the passenger side and came toward them. "I'm Shunsui Kyōraku, by the way," he said and extended a hand toward him to shake. Grimmjow took it and nodded.
Shunsui looked at Jūshirō. "One for you to talk to, my love," he said. Jūshirō nodded and went over to the car.
Ichigo jerked in surprise as the door opened and he found himself staring another omega. He could tell by his scent easily.
"I'm here to take you somewhere safe. What's your name?" he asked softly, kneeling beside the car to look up at him. "I'm Jūshirō."
Ichigo swallowed and nodded. "Um, I'm Ichigo," he said quietly. He blinked a little slowly.
"You have Omega Sickness," Jūshirō observed. "We should get you somewhere safe, will you come with me?" he asked.
Ichigo didn't know what to say. "I.. Sōsuke said not to leave for two weeks. He's going to be madder," he said finally.
"Don't worry about him. Is Sōsuke your alpha?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Ichigo shook his head. "He-he's not an alpha."
Jūshirō nodded and got to his feet. He reached a hand out to him. "Come with me, and we'll figure out how to help you."
Staring at his hand, Ichigo didn't know what to do. He finally nodded and looked up at him. "Okay."
