Why The Fuck Is This Happening To Me?

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Ichigo couldn't fight back anymore. He just didn't have the strength to. He stayed there for a few more minutes, lying on the ground, repeatedly being assaulted by some members of a certain yazuka with baseball bats. He wondered, not for the first time, how it had gotten this far.

He thought that this time was the end, that this time would he different and he'd actually die. Right before he went unconscious he opened his eyes, not knowing when he had closed them, and saw a figure with a well built frame appear from the end of the ally. A bright blue light appear, then everything was black...

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His eyes hesitantly fluttered open. His body betrayed him as curiosity got the better of him. He sat up on his elbows, looking around the room, until he noticed his outfit had changed.

He was batefoot with sapphire, silk pajama pants that clung dangerously low on his hips and a white button up pajama shirt. The bed he was on was king sized with black sheets and pillows. The dressers were oak painted a navy blue and the nightstand was a midnight black. There was a blue love seat in the corner of the room. The walls were white which collided perfectly with the black carpeted floor. So it seemed pretty safe to say this person really likes blue.

'That's weird. Where am I?'

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and let his toes touch the floor gingerly. They wiggled at the feeling of the soft carpet until Ichigo stood to full height, his feet consumed by the soft carpet. He walked towards the door and opened the golden handle. The door croaked open and he closed it behind himself.

The hallway was long but not too big. The walls a cream but instead of carpet it was hardwood. In the center was a glass chandelier. After every few doors there was a green stand with a purple vase and flowers. Ichigo slepped onto the cold floor and closed the door behind himself.

He started down the hallway until he heard two voices in the opposite direction. He started that way as he wrapped his arms around his abdomen before he winced in pain. He pulled the collar of his shirt over his head until he could see his bandaged chest.

'The hell? What happened to me?'

He continued to the end if the hallway until he got to a big, white grand staircase. He stood in awe before walking down. Once at the bottom, he stopped when a feminine man with pink hair and glasses and a blue haired man with tanned skin looked in his direction.

"Well well, it looks like our princess has finally wolen up." the pink haired man said as he smkired. The other mam sneered at him.

"Shut up, Szayelaporro." is all he said before getting to his feet and approaching the orange haired young man. This person was a vision of pure beauty.

He had cotton candy blue hair with the most beautiful sapphire gems for eyes. His eyebrows perfectly topped off his beautiful face. His frame was so broad and masculine... And kind of, familiar? But his perfectly tanned skin contrasted and complimented his eyes and hair. He was the most beautiful man Ichigo had ever seen. He was wearing a black pair of skinny jeans that hugged his body in all the right places, along with a plain white, skin tight t-shirt and combat boots. He placed a hand gently on Ichigo's shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

With that Ichigo's legs wobbled and almose caved in. His voice was so... Was so... Rough. It was so deep and masculine, his voice was a perfect reflection of his image.

"I-I'm fine. B-but I have a question. Uhh... This may sound weird but... Who are you? And, where am I?" he said sounding like a scared child, looking into the blue haired man's chest. He felt a large, strong hand on his head and leaned into the touch.

"My name is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. That stupid fuck over there," he said pointing to Szayelapporo "is Szayelapporo Granz, Szayel for short. You can thank him fer patchin' you up." Grimmjow said as he took his hand off the strawberry's head.

Ichigo looked at Szayel and then to Grimmjow before he realized what he meant by 'patchin' you up.' He looked at Szayel.

"I know this is weird, but I can't remember anything about yesterday. Or before that as a matter of fact. I don't know what's going on." Ichigo said, his usual scowl coming into place on his face.

Now it was Szayel's turn to speak. He placed his hand on the arm of the chair he was in and pushed himself upwards. Striding towards the pair of orange in blue, he stopped in front of them and rested his head onto his hand. The edgea of his lips curled downwards in a fake show of sadness.

"Tsk tsk, what a shame. Looks like he has a concussion after all, and it seems worse than I thought."He approached Ichigo and grabbed his face with his white gloved hand and put a pout on his face while Ichigo curled his lips in discust. "Do you know who you are little one?"

Ichigo made a face but answered none the less. "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm nineteen years old and, uh... I, uhhh... I actually can't remember anything else." He finished, very unsure if himself and his answer. It was weird. He couldn't remember anything about his current occupation, family, or his child.

'What's going on? And how did I get a concussion? Oh yeah, and these bandages...' He remember, tilting his head down to his shirt and scrunching up his face, trying his all to remember. Grimmjow took notice to this and locked gazes with the young boy.

"What's troubling you?"

"Well, you two are talking about concussions and I don't know what's happening or how I got these." He finished as he lifted his shirt to reveal his bandaged chest. He shrunk under the hungry gaze of the pink haired man. Szayel licked his lips and smirked.

"I presume you are not lying so I shall explain all that I can. All I know is that you got into trouble with some yazuka. They found you and attempted to kill you. Although, before they could finish the job, your hero in blue stepped in to save you. Of course, I wanted to keep you only to... Experiment on you... But was shot down and instructed to only heal your wounds." He finished the last part with genuine sadness in his eyes.

Ichigo's brow furrowed as he tries to comprehend it all. "Yazuka?... Experiment?... Kill.. Me?... But why? I don't understand."

Grimmjow spoke after being quiet for what he deemed was too long. "We don't know either but as we learn more we'll tell you. But for the time being, we'd like you to stay with us until we can figure out what's going on."

Ichigo scowled at the floor. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't just stay with these random people, could he? He had to get home to his family. But for all he knew, did he even have a home? Or a family? Well, all he could do right now was trust Grimmjow and Szayel. Ichigo hesitantly looked between Grimmjow and Szayel.

"Seeing as how staying with the two of you is my only option right now, I really don't have much of a choice but to stay." He reasoned. Grimmjow flashed a smirk but it was gone as fast as it appeared. Although Ichigo caught it, he didn't meantion it. Szayel grabbed his hand and started speaking as he dragged the strawberry up the grand staircase.

"You need some rest my Ichi-berry. Why don't you go back into your room upstairs and get some rest? Try to remember some things?" Szayel said, opening the door to the room Ichigo was in before meeting the two men.

"Wait, my room? As in, this is all, mine?" He asked, shocked that he was being given this.

"Well obviously. We can't have you sleeping with me. Although that was my preference, Grimmjow denied the offer. Oh and by the way, you have your own wardrobe in that dresser over there. Have fun." With an air kiss and a wink, the pink haired weirdo closed the door behind himself and left Ichigo alone in his room with his thoughts.

He sat on the un-made, black bed and let himself fall back. His hair, even more messy than usual, looked like the sun around his practically glowing skin. His arms were on both sides, stretching as far as they could reach, as his legs hung off the side of the bed. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

'I don't get what's happening. These people are acting too nice to a total stranger... What do they want from me? I just don't get it.'

He stayed there like that for a while but the same thought kept flowing in and out of his head...

'Why the fuck is this happening to me?'

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Haiiii~! I have been dying to write a Grimmichi but I never had the inspiration. But after much begging from friends, I bring you WHITE CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES! The rating might change later on but for now its T. There's a possibly of smut in the future but not until later. I'm very excited to be writing this. I might pick 'Ulquiorra's Reign' back up but right now I don't have the inspiration. Thank you and goodnight!