BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI: Can't wait! First actually good story! Yay!
Ichi-cat: Why do I have a ridiculous name?
Grimmy-kitty: Yeah, I agree with Ichi. How Come?
BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI: Yet when I want you to, you can't agree on anything. ~smacks on head~ IDIOT.
Grimmy-kitty: Bitch.
BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI: ICHI~ GRIMM BEIN' MEAN! T^T
Ichi-cat: ~ignoring them~ please READ AND REVIEW!
BOOGEY-MANN-HERAT-ICHI: ~WAILS~ Thanks Ichi!
Grimmy-kitty: BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI owns NOTHIN' (IF SHE DID, OH BOY~ GRIMMXICHI ALL DA' TIME!)
SUMMARY: What happens when Grimmjow and Shiro Katnaps Ichigo in an ally? How far will Aizen go to get back his prized pet? Will Grimmjow be able to keep Ichigo with a little help from Shirosaki?
NORMAL POV
Ichigo Kurosaki, an eighteen year old orange neko with bright orange hair and a fiery temper to match. He belongs to the very man he hates, a 'higher-up' in business terms, Sosuke Aizen, a cruel man, even for pet owners. Worse yet, if Ichigo doesn't call him Sosuke-Sama, he'll get in trouble. Trust me, he's tried and has the scars to prove it.
One night, our certain Orangette is walking home, oblivious to the two sets of eyes watching him. He stops at the stop light and walks at the right time, overall, a great member of society. That is, until he passes an ally, getting grabbed and dragged in by two sets of arms.
ICHIGO POV
I was walking home today when all of a sudden; I passed this dark alley and was grabbed by two sets of arms. One set was super pale, like an albino, with black finger nails. The other was tan, not quite as sun-kissed as mine, but certainly tan compared to the albino one. We struggled and I managed to break something of the albino's (NOT SURE WHAT AS HE WAS BEHIND ME) going off the loud crunch I heard and the retreating pale arms. A string of curses was heard before I was hit over the head with painstaking force. My vision went black before I slumped against a warm body.
SHIROSAKI POV
The adorable orange headed teen had a temper to match his hair, nice and fiery. He kicked and thrashed about, eventually slamming me in the nose, breaking it on impact. Now, don't get me wrong, I like it when our playthings have some fight in them... key word: SOME! He broke my fucking nose! I was pissed at that assfuck, so pissed in fact, that I picked up a loose piece of pipe and slammed him over the head, all the while cussing to my heart's content. He slumped against Grimmjow, still fighting to stay conscious. I thought it was cute; he was fighting a useless battle, clearly not figuring out that we were saving him while enacting our revenge on Aizen. Grimmjow carried him bridal style back to the apartment we shared, by the time we got there, Ichigo was coughing and shivering against the brisk fall breeze. Grimmjow put Ichigo down on our black leather sofa, searching the house for some clothes and a new shirt, the last one stained with a bit of Ichigo's blood. I didn't think I had been that mad. Grimmjow came back wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a white hoodie over it, carrying an over sized black long-sleeved shirt for Ichigo as well as a big red comforter.
GRIMMJOW POV
Shiro held Ichigo up while I hoisted the Neko's shirt up and off of him. I gasped as I saw all the scars Ichigo had, whether they were from Aizen or not, for eighteen, Ichigo had too damn many. Ichigo whimpered once and began to shiver against Shiro's chilly hands. I straddled his hips, sitting down carefully and leaned Ichigo against my shoulder, who sighed and nuzzled in, before gazing at lots of open wounds that were barely uninfected and even more closed scars that littered the Neko's back. "Wha' did Aizen do ta' th' boy?" Shiro wondered aloud, his thick accent barely hiding the anger in his tone, but I heard it nonetheless. Ichigo shivered again and I hopped off him to continue putting on his clothes when bleary mahogany eyes blinked open before he jumped over the back of the couch and going into feline overdrive, grew long claws and hunched over, tail growing longer and fangs extending. He jumped at Shiro and clawed him down the chest before I felt his nails rake my face. But just as quickly as he went into feline overdrive, he went out of it. His crimson eyes went wide, as if in fear, and he coughed up blood. Stumbling backwards to the kitchen he maneuvered himself behind a counter before he collapsed into a coughing fit, spraying their white floors red.
Grimmy-kitty: I'll ignore the name... But BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI, when will the next chapter come out? ~Whines like a baby panther~
Ichi-cat: Don't worry Grimm, it will come out soon, RIGHT, BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI?! ~Coughs up Blood~
BOOGEY-MANN-HEART-ICHI: Well, your threat almost worked... too bad I made you sick. Maybe I should just leave you like this...
NEXT CHAPTER WILL COME OUT SOON!
I cannot tell you a date because I'd probably GET LAZY and miss it. I MEAN WRITERS BLOCK! YEAH, I HAD WRITERS BLOCK AND MISSED IT... RIGHT~