Hello Kittyberries how you all doing. yes im back with another GrimmIchi story. This came to me and i just had to write it. im currently writing an Avengers fic an i have writers block on it so it is currently on hiatus for now until i can think of something to write. Anyway i hope that you all enjoy this story and join me and the characters on this wild ride. enough of me rambling. on with the story.

Warnings: Language, Spelling and Grammar, Violence, Fluff, Smut, Angst, MxM-later chapters-,Occ-ness and other things that ive probably forgotten.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the Characters.

Enjoy :3

Drip

Drip

Drip

To the trained ear a person could tell the difference between dripping blood and water. For instance, blood made a heavier splattering sound when it hit the floor, water was quieter but the saying is blood is thicker than water. Long, nimble fingers ran through bright orange hair and he took in what he had just done. He hated his job when it made him do things that made him sick to his stomach. He could still hear the screams ringing in his ears. He looked down at his hands and saw that there was blood under his fingernails and his stomach lurched and he had to hold his breath so that he didn't throw up. The door behind him opened and the crack of light illuminated the hanging body, he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He heard the door close and arms snaked their way around his waist and he had to fight the urge to stiffen, he leaned back into the chest of the other person and he felt lips being pressed to the side of his neck.

"Did he know anything Ichigo" The other asked.

"No, he didn't know what happened to the shipment, Aizen" Ichigo replied

Ichigo is a spy; he had been undercover for nine months. For the first three months he worked as an underling, this meant that he was constantly watched by the others and it was difficult to get Intel out to his handler without being caught. When Aizen figured out that he was good at torture he decided to bring him into the fold and that's where he had been for the past three months. He had done things that he would regret to the day that he took his last breath. Did he forget to mention that he was Aizen's bed warmer? Aizen had taken a special liking to him and decided that he wanted the orange haired man in his bed. When the other man touched him it made his skin crawl but he keep up the façade but he wouldn't need to do it for long now, once he got word to his handler that Aizen was shipping large amounts of weapons out of the city his handler would send someone to arrest Aizen and get him out.

When they eventually left the room and Ichigo was left to his own devices, he made sure that the shower he had was scalding hot and he scrubbed his skin raw, when he was satisfied with how clean he was, he dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of black and red checkered vans. He made sure to lock his door before he took out the phone that his handler had given him and called the secure line. While it was going through he stood in the blind spot next to the door. When he heard the call connect he said,

"New Intel, Aizen is planning on shipping two hundred thousand pounds worth of weapons out of the city in the next three days"

Ichigo listened as his handler spoke, " Yes sir, three hours, yes ill be ready sir" And with that the call was over.

Ichigo grinned to himself, in three hours he would be free from this shit hole and on the break that he deserved. He decided that he would stay in the room for three hours and wait for the signal. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed the book off the side and began reading. Three hours passed quickly and the lights went off, grinning, Ichigo jumped up off the bed and grabbed his Glock and knife off the bedside table. He tucked the knife in the waist band of his jeans and pulled his shirt over it. He did a quick check of his weapon before he left the room. Quickly and quietly he walked over to the door, unlocked it and stuck his head out and looked down the hallway. Seeing that it was clear, he hunched over and walked down the hallway, he could hear voices shouting in panic. A loud explosion rocked the building; dust fell into his eyes causing him to blink rapidly. Ignoring the itching in his eyes he continued down the hallway and when he reached the end of it he paused, the hallway split into two other hallways. He closed his eyes and quickly ran through the blueprints of the building, when he found the hallway that he was on; he mapped out his route and opened his eyes. Another explosion and screams echoed in his ears and he broke out into a run. As he was running, he slammed into the chest of another person, knocking him off balance. Looking up he saw that he had ran into Yammy and he cursed himself, sliding his legs apart slightly he prepared himself for a fight.

A growl was heard before the large fist was coming at his face, Ichigo ducked and rolled, coming to rest on his knees he moved so that he was crouched and he swung his leg around, knocking Yammy's legs from under him. The large man landed with a loud 'thud' on the floor, his head cracked off it, knocking him out. Letting out a sigh, Ichigo stood and continued out of the building. He blinked when lights hit his eyes, the lights were coming from lamps attached to the roof of the SUV's that were scattered around the courtyard. Taking a deep breath Ichigo ran over to the nearest car and saw that his boss was stood leaning against the door.

"Kisuke" Ichigo said a little breathless

The man, Urahara Kisuke, pushed away from the door and took the gun out of the other mans hand and gave it to an agent that was walking passed and pulled the younger man into a tight hug, what most people didn't know was that Kisuke was Ichigo's Godfather. Being a Godfather to a spy meant that he was always on edge when the orangeette went undercover. Kisuke felt the younger man sag into his embrace; he could feel the other man starting to shake as the adrenaline wearing off.

"Time to get you home Ichi" Kisuke said quietly.

Kisuke helped Ichigo into the car; he closed the door when the other man was settled. He turned to one of the other agents and told him that he was taking Ichigo home. The ride back to Ichigo's home was quiet until Ichigo asked about briefing.

"Briefing can wait until tomorrow when you've had time to sleep and rest up for a little while." Kisuke replied.

Ichigo let out an exhausted sigh and rested his head on the window and closed his eyes. Sooner than he would have liked he was being shaken awake by Kisuke. Groaning he peeled his eyes open and looked at Kisuke.

"Go on and get into bed Ichi, I don't want to see you before four tomorrow, understand"

Ichigo nodded and climbed out of the car. He walked up to his house door and pressed his finger to the door handle, he held it for a few seconds and the door clicked open. He turned and gave a small wave to Kisuke and walked into his house. He closed the door and lent back against it and took a deep breath, his home smelled of lemons and honey. His sisters must have been around and cleaned for him. His chest tightened painfully as he hadn't seen them in nine months. He would go and see them tomorrow after briefing. Pulling his exhausted body up the stairs, Ichigo walked into his bedroom, which smelt of lavender, and walked into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and took a thirty five minute scorching hot shower. Ichigo toweled his hair off as he walked back into his bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweats, he threw the towel to the side and fell face first onto his bed, and he was asleep before his exhausted body had settled into the mattress.

Sunlight shone through the window into the sleeping man's room and onto the face of the sleeping man, rousing him from his sleep. The man burrowed into the pillow and tried to go back to sleep but the sunlight was persistent. With a loud groan eyelids opened revealing sleepy chocolate eyes. A pale hand came up and rubbed at the chocolate eyes tiredly and the man sat up and yawned. Pulling himself from the bed the man padded to the bathroom to empty his bladder and brush his teeth, when he was done he looked in the mirror and winced at how tired he looked. He sighed and grabbed his razor off the side along with his having cream. He lathered a good layer onto his skin and wet his razor and shaved his face, nicking himself once or twice. When he was done he washed off the remainder of the shaving cream and looked back at his reflection. His usual tan was gone and in its place was pale skin, black bags were under his eyes and frown lines were on his forehead. His orange hair had grown to his shoulders and his bangs were almost covering his eyes. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a bobble, yes he had bobbled it was from one of his sisters, and he tied his hair back. He decided to dress and go get briefing out of the way. He made sure that he had everything that he needed before he left his house. Ichigo had decided that he wanted to live close to headquarters so that he had easy access to it. He walked up to the tall glass building that stood out like a sore thumb and the glass doors slid open, he walked up to the lift and pressed his hand to the scanner and pressed the floor that he wanted. The lift was quick as it got him to the floor in a matter of seconds. He stepped out and shoved his hands in the pockets of the hoodie that he was wearing, he scowled at the people he could hear whispering, walking faster he made it to Kisuke's office and walked in without knocking.

The blonde haired man looked up and saw a scowling Ichigo making his way towards the desk, he looked at the clock and saw that it was a little past ten in the morning and frowned.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you before four"

"Yeah well im hear now so lets get started yeah" Ichigo muttered

Kisuke just nodded and Ichigo began to explain what he had been doing for the past nine months. He told Kisuke that he had been assigned as the head torturer for Aizen and he was also Aizen's bed mate. He told him each detail of pretty much each day of the past nine months, by the time he was done, Ichigo and Kisuke were exhausted.

"Your psych evaluation is scheduled for next week" Kisuke said after long pause.

"Don't need it"

"Ichigo-"

Ichigo glared "No Kisuke, I don't need it. Im fine, I don't need to talk to a therapist alright"

Kisuke nodded and said, "You should go see your family, they've missed you"

Ichigo left the building and walked down the quiet street in Karakura town. He felt his body instantly relax when his family home came into view and he sighed. Knocking on the door he waited for it to be opened and when it was he was almost knocked to the floor by his two sisters Karin and Yuzu. Ichigo buried his face in there hair and took a deep breath. He had missed them so much. When they pulled away, the girls all but dragged him into the house and into the living room where there father was waiting. He was then grabbed by his father and held in a bone crushing hug which he returned just a hard the girls had left them to their own devices and they went outside into the back garden. Someone cleared their throat behind them and the two men broke free. Ichigo turned and was frozen on the spot. He could have been looking at his reflection because his twin brother was standing a few feet away from him. It was the same twin brother that had disappeared a year and a half before without a word. Ichigo felt anger rush through him so fast he began to sweat. Ichigo charged at his brother and slammed him into the wall behind him. He ran his eyes over his brothers face and he could feel stinging in his eyes as he felt the tears of anger and worry build up and eventually fall down his cheeks.

"You left Shiro" Ichigo said brokenly

"I know, M'sorry King" Shiro replied.

Ichigo let his brother go and he took a step back, he felt like his knees were going to give out on him and before he could he was pulled into the tight embrace of his brother. He led back just as tight as he let the tears fall.

Ichigo had cried himself to sleep in his brothers arms. Shiro moved them so that they were sat on the sofa and Ichigo was lay down with his head pressed into his brother's stomach. Shiro kept his hand on his brothers head, his white fingers were woven into the orange locks. Shiro looked up at his father, who was looking at his two sons with so much adoration and love that Shiro felt tears prick to his eyes, swallowing thickly he said,

"M'sorry da, I know I shouldda said sommthin but ol' man Yama gave me an assignment tha was effective straight away. Ya know I wouldn't ta left without sayin somethin to ya. Ya know I wouldn't have left without sayin somethin ta King"

Isshin shook his head; the only person Shiro would talk to in full sentences was Ichigo, " I know Shi, but you really should explain to Ichi when he wakes up. He's been broken up about it since you left. Spend some time together, he's just got back off assignment and he needs you now more then ever"

Shiro nodded and he felt his dad press a kiss to the top of his head, he sighed and closed his oddly colored eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen his dad this mellow and acting his age. He knew that he only did it when either of them had come off assignment; he and Ichigo had followed in their fathers footsteps and became spies. Isshin had got out when he met their mother Masaki, when she was killed Isshin stayed at home and raised all four kids, with the help of Kisuke and some others. When they were old enough Isshin had told them about his time as a spy and how he met their mother who was also a spy. When their father had finished his story, the boys had decided to get into the business and they went into training on the day of their eighteenth birthday. Shiro could feel exhaustion pull him under and he fell into a deep sleep.

Tanned hands ran through teal blue hair as the man walked back to his home. His life had become quiet and dull since he got out of the spy business. He had been badly injured on an assignment, almost dying put his life into perspective he had decided that he would try to be a regular person doing odd jobs to get him by. In all honesty he didn't need to work a day in his life; he had enough funds in his bank account to buy him a small island. But he liked the regular life, but one thing always bothered him, he had always wondered what happened to the orange haired fire cracker that he was partnered with on his last job. He didn't know it the mad had lived or had died. He wished that he knew, when they had worked together they got on like a house on fire, there banter was the best, he always knew what to say to get the firecracker riled up. A memory of the orange haired man pinned beneath him while clawing at his back made a shiver of want run though his body. He hadn't realized that he had been standing outside his house until he pushed the door open. When he walked in he closed the door and sat down on the sofa and flicked the T.V on. His mind still on the man that had been on his mind for the past three years, Ichigo Kurosaki.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto sat at his desk, his fingers idly tapping on the glass as he read through Kisuke's report. For the tough man that he is, he winced at some parts and he felt sorry for what the young Kurosaki had to do but the agent knew what come with the job. Sighing and rubbing at his eyes he looked at the clock and saw that it was getting close to ten at night. He finished reading the report and placed it back on the desk and grabbed his pen and scribbled his signature across the bottom of the page, signing off the assignment. He would wait for a few weeks before giving Kurosaki another assignment. Yamamoto reached for the light to turn it off and as his fingers touched it, all the power went off in his office and only the moon light illuminated the room. Yamamoto stayed sat in his chair as he saw a shadow approach him, he took a deep breath and he knew that his time had come, he was going to die right here and right now.

"Your brave young one" Yamamoto said.

"I am only as brave as you taught me to be sensei" the voice said

Yamamoto opened his eyes and his eyes locked with a brown set. The man in front of him was holding a sword; this sword was unique to the person holding it. The sword had small blades going down it until it reached the hilt, at the top there was a medium length blade. Yamamoto looked at the man and said,

"It has been a long time, and if by your hand I shall die. Then so be it"

The man with the sword walked towards the desk and lifted the sword before he brought it down he said, "Although this was the task I was given, I pains me greatly to do this"

Blood hitting the wall was the only noise that was in the room. The dripping of the blood seemed to echo through the room. The man bent his head and said a prayer, asking for forgiveness before he started his real task. Laying the sword to the side he began his work.

soooo what did you guy's think. please let me know it means the world to me when you do! i am going to try and update at least once a week, it will all depend on me and if you like this fic :D. And can you work out who the killer is... let me know in a review if you can :D anyway, i hope that you all are having an awesome evening, night or morning where ever you are in the world.

Until Next Time

Meesh :3