Yeah! We finally get to know what Yorouchi has planned! You'll love it, I promise! I actaully planned to write this halfway through the first chapter, so I'm excited to finally get it posted!

Ichi: What's she planning?

Vae: ... Um... ON WITH THE CHAPTER! =D

Ichi: No wait, what's she planning? Vae? Hey, this doesn't have anythign to do with me, does it?

Grimm: Pft, when doesn't it? =3

Ichi: VAE! Please tell me he's lying! D=

Vae: *long gone*


Chapter 2

Ichigo groans and opens his amber eyes, attempting to rub the bleariness from them. He stretches and yawns, wondering what happened and why his head feels like he was in a fight with Kenpachi. As he sits up, he catches movement to his right and turns to see Grimmjow. The other has tears clinging to the corners of his eyes stubbornly; his hands over his mouth as he snorts quietly in what Ichigo can only guess is laughter. The minute he sees that Ichigo is awake, the snorts turn into that barking laughter normally reserved for the battlefield. One glance around tells Ichigo they're in Kisuke's home at the back of his shop, which means the Shinigami allowed Grimmjow to stay and he's not a threat.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Ichigo mutters tiredly. "And what the fuck are you doing here, anyway?"

"D-do you see… what y-you're w-wearing!" Grimmjow forces out through tears and laughter.

Ichigo glances down and his face turns pallid, Yorouchi's wedding dress hugging his body nicely after a few adjustments by Uryu… not that Ichigo knows that last part. It takes half a moment, enough to realize his clothes are no longer present anywhere in the room, and his face is eaten by a crimson blush. Grimmjow is doubled over in his mirth, struggling to breath he's laughing so hard, which only serves to worsen Ichigo's mortification.

"Where are my clothes!" he snaps.

"Th-that woman… took them!" Grimmjow gasps. "Said you… couldn't ch-change 'till the… end of the… r-reception!"

"Why the hell not!"

"It's ours!" he barks out before attempt to calm his fit of laughter.

Ichigo's face drains of all color, his mind refusing to accept such a comment as truth. His body, completely still with shock, is still seated on the mattress within the sleekly styled dress. Large amber eyes trail over the white skirt, unable to pick out anything of design as they remain unseeing.

"Wh-what?" he utters.

"Yours and mine," Grimmjow grins feral after finally settling. "We're hitched!"

"You're lying."

"Nope. See?"

He holds up his hand, a glowing gold light wrapped around his wedding finger. The light is a band, interwoven lines so similar to the Kido circle Kisuke had drawn, and Ichigo's breathing picks up as he starts to hyperventilate. The teal haired man doesn't look too concerned, plopping down on the edge of the bed to watch the substitute Shinigami's discomfort with a sick joy.

"Funny, ain't it?" he wonders cockily. "After all that fighting and hate… We get to be together for all eternity! Aren't you lucky! Well, let's go. Everyone's waiting to see my blushing bride."

Another snicker, the larger male lifting the white clad teen into his arms before striding out of the door. Ichigo hollers and complains, trying his best to force his release, yet Grimmjow has always been stronger than him… and he's in his human form now. The minute they're outside in the backyard, all eyes are on the blushing orangette and he abandons his fight in favor of burying his face in Grimmjow's chest. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, the teal haired male immediately dumps his embarrassed load onto the ground. Just like that, dropping his arms down to his sides and letting Ichigo meet the ground unceremoniously.

"Ah! Fucking asshole!" Ichigo shouts in pain and fury.

"Oh please, stop acting like a fucking chick!" Grimmjow scoffs. "I ain't gonna let you cower behind me, I'll throw you to the damn wolves! Or did you forget who was holding you?"

Ichigo growls low, scrambling to his feet while fighting to untangle his legs from the skirt of his white dress. It's not that he remembers his attire, his amber eyes gazing at the stark white dress in horror. It's an off the shoulder, the sleeves long and hanging past his hands, and beads wrap around the waist to come to a point in attempt to mirror the collar. A hand runs through his hair as he attempts to calm himself down before he explodes… those fingers coming into contact with flowers woven in his vibrant locks.

"Yorouchi!" he screams.

Said woman snorts before bursting out with laughter, everyone else just staring in shock. Slowly, not wanting to incur the powerful Shinigami's wrath, the others brush off his attire. Grimmjow grins toothily, smacking the orangette's ass just to see him blush worse.

"Let's eat, sweetheart," he comments with a humored snort.

"No! Someone had better tell me what the hell's going on!" he snaps. "This was supposed to be Kisuke's and Yorouchi's wedding!"

"Ah, regrettably, your outburst had given me time to rethink being bound for all eternity," Kisuke comments airily. "As much as I love Yorouchi… forever seems such a long time."

"Why are the Espada here? Why does everyone seem so chummy with them?"

The entirety of Shinigami, Visoreds, and Espada look between each other. Grimmjow sighs and grumbles behind the orangette, gripping the back of his neck before pushing the other forward and onto a chair. When he tries to get back up, a growl far too animal for his liking has him sitting obediently… for now. After a long awkward silence, Yamamoto steps closer and sighs.

"We apologize for this ruse, Kurosaki," he comments. "But it was necessary. The Espada are eager to learn the things Aizen refused them, offering a treaty in exchange for being allowed access to the living world."

"Where the hell does marrying me of come in?" the younger male screams.

"They weren' quick ta trust 'em alone amongst so many innocent souls after the war," Gin comments from his seat beside a snoozing Stark. "So I told 'em ta bind the leader ta a powerful Shinigami that could handle 'em. Yer always in the livin' world, so they sort a volunteered ya. Grimm-kitty's the leader of the Espada, so he's the top… uh… cat 'round Los Noches. They knew ya wouldn' agree ta it, so we kind a surprised ya! Surprise!"

Ichigo's face is slack, so stunned his mind has shut down. Nnoitra, standing just off to the side of the newlywed couple, waves his hand before black and almost lifeless amber eyes. Grimmjow frowns, leaning over the smaller male to look into his vacant orbs. It's obvious a few of the people there, namely Ichigo's friends from the living world and Isshin, didn't know about this. Their expressions scream murderous rage… well… Isshin's does.

"It's moments like these that make me question my sanity concerning the relations I keep with Shinigami," Uryu sighs in annoyance. "Honestly, you people seem fine and then you do something this appalling. I should've pulled him away from you after everything that happened in the war! I told him you were no good!"

"You sound like his dad," Yorouchi snickers. "We're you planning on grounding him?"

"You find this funny?" he asks indignantly. "You're supposed to be his friend and you've catered to the whims of those who booted you out of Seireitei!"

"They didn't, I left," she points out. "Besides, this'll be good for him."

"Oh yes, being married to a bloodthirsty being of war is always good for people!"

"Oi!" Grimmjow snaps. "It ain't my fault this happened, we were thinking about the good of everyone when we agreed to Gin's dumbass plan!"

"How is this for the good of everyone?" Chad frowns.

"Well obviously, the Shinigami don't have to worry about us anymore, we can regulate the more powerful Hollows from crossing over, we don't get stuck in that boring ass desert forever, the living souls don't have to worry about getting killed mysteriously, and I won't end up breaking the treaty by hunting down this dipshit," he explains. "See? Everyone's happy."

"Except Ichigo," the large male sighs.

"He's the idiot that fell so easily into the trap," Grimmjow snorts derisively.

Ichigo's face slowly starts changing color, Nelliel gasping in awe from her seat beside Hallibel. She's in her older form now, but the childish joy remains in her actions. Everyone turns to watch the younger males face morph into unbridled bloodlust, his scowl deepening and his eyes glimmering gold. Before anyone can blink, he's turned and leapt.

"Fuck!" Grimmjow shouts caught off guard as he topples backward.

"You knew!" Ichigo screams from his position straddling the other's abdomen. "You knew and you went along with it! I should kill your ass right now!"

"What, no honeymoon?" the Sexta cackles.

Ichigo yells in frustration, standing quickly and pacing for only a moment. He looks near tears, the burdens constantly thrust onto his shoulders by these Shinigami far too overwhelming as it is… this is just too much. His mind finally breaks, everything… the fury, and desperation, the disbelief… it all washes away. No one says anything, never having seen the normally feisty male act in this manner. He steps over to the table Yorouchi has his clothes on, lifting them into his arms, and walks back toward the door. At the door, he rustles through his clothes with his free hand and picks out the badge and soul pill. He holds them out at arm's length, dropping them to the ground, and hurries inside. It's not three minutes later that the front door slams shut and Ichigo walks off. The silence in the backyard is so thick you could cut it with a knife, eyes glancing around in awkwardness. Ichigo's normally rolled so well with the punches thrown at him, this was completely unexpected.

"Congrats," a watery voice scoffs from atop the gazebo. "Ya finally did it, ya finally killed him."

"Who the fuck are you?" Renji snaps.

"Shiro, Ichi's inner demon," he grins widely with an exaggerated bow. "'Course, I ain't too inner right now. I was wonderin' why his inner world was so fucked up. Nice job, I been tryin' ta get him ta leave ya fuckers fer a while now. Ya just did my job fer me!"

"He just needs time," Rukia waves off. "He's always sulky and over dramatic like this."

"Pft, fat chance," the pale demon scoffs. "Ya ferget, I live wit him… inside him. He tells me things he don' tell no one else… we're brothers! Even if he won' tell me, he knows I can just sneak 'round his head and find out anyway. I know him better than he knows himself!"

"And what do you know, exactly?" Juushiro wonders curiously.

"I know that yer never gonna get him back," the demon grins sadistically with a soft cackle. "He's all mine now."

An almost sorrowful resignation settles upon the group, the eyes of the Shinigami dulling at the realization. The Visoreds, however, are far too used to their inner Hollows ranting filled with cunning lies and far more cunning truths. They've learned to never believe them when they come to a conclusion such as this. The Espada aren't familiar with this other creature, hanging back quietly as they attempt to gauge the situation… well… all but one.

"Bullshit he's yours!" Grimmjow snaps. "That little fucker ain't going anywhere! I'll drag him back kicking and screaming if I have to!"

"Who the fuck do ya think ya are threatenin' my aibou!" Shiro snaps in anger.

"I'm his mate, dumbass! You should've been listening beforehand instead of running your damn mouth!" the Sexta hisses. "This Kido is binding! He's mine, not yours!"

"Ya don' even like him!" Shiro shouts in exasperation tinted with rage.

"I didn't marry the dipshit because I liked him, I married him because I want him!" the teal haired male snarls. "I'm not gonna get thrown into a treaty without being able to beat the shit out of that high and mighty little ass!"

Shiro dives from the gazebo, Grimmjow quickly sidestepping as his arm shoots out. With a move far too graceful for anything but a feline, his arm wraps around Shiro's neck as his body moves and they end with the pale copy locked against his chest. Shiro growls, his black nails digging into Grimmjow's arm. He doesn't even flinch at the pain, those nails barely making a scratch in his skin, and instead squeezes tighter.

"I know you," Grimmjow grins widely. "You're the one I fought behind that mask."

Shiro's only reply is the cough he sputters in attempt to breath, his oxygen depleting rapidly as his pale face starts to turn colors. Grimmjow scoffs at his efforts, throwing him away before slamming his foot down on his chest. It's not like Ichigo; this being doesn't cry out in pain and struggle to get up… he almost seems to like the abuse. Shiro stands without difficulty, shaking off the black edges to his vision, and leaps again. He swings wildly, eyes glowing in fury and teeth gritted as he kicks out to catch Grimmjow's stomach. Just when he's about to land a good hit to the other's jaw, the teal haired male still grinning feral, the punch stops inches from making contact. Everyone watches as those golden eyes turn to the sky, his body relaxing as his hand falls back down to his side.

"Tch," he spits out. "Yer fuckin' lucky! Aibou needs me. I'd also like ta point out, it wasn' ya he called. Nice, huh? Yer own mate prefers my company than yers."

"You mother fucker!" Grimmjow snarls.

His hand darts out, Shiro barely dodging as his eyes widen in surprise and his body fades away. All that's left behind is a single drop of blood, Grimmjow's satisfied grin, and a backyard full of shocked viewers. It doesn't matter to the Sexta, Ichigo is his now and he'll chase him down when he damn well feels like it.

"Grimmjow," Yamamoto sighs. "You have to talk to Kurosaki."

"I don't talk," the other growls. "Talking is a chick thing."

"I believe he's correct," Hallibel frowns. "We need this treaty to work, but without him there is no treaty. You need to figure out how to calm his temper tantrum."

"This isn't a temper tantrum," Chad comments quietly. "It's a breakdown. Ichigo has never had temper tantrums."

"Be that as it may, you're now bound to him forever," Stark yawns out. "He's your mate, he needs to know you're not only a sparring partner… but the one who will protect him when need be."

"He should already know that shit," the other huffs stubbornly. "If he dies or gets hurt I can't fight with him anymore! How the hell is that a good thing for me?"

"Men," Nelliel sighs. "So stupid. I'll go talk to him since his own mate can't, see you guys later."

"Oh! Wait!" Kisuke comments. "I need you all to come inside with me for a moment… we'll just give the reception a rain check until Kurosaki is feeling better! Right now, you all need your gigai!"

Ichigo is sitting in the park with Shiro, curled up within the other's arms with depression clinging to his every movement. They're in the trees, well away from anyone that might see them, and Ichigo doesn't feel like moving anytime soon. Shiro, a cut along his cheekbone courtesy of Grimmjow, sighs and holds the more docile twin closer.

"Ya don' need 'em, aibou," he murmurs. "Ya just need me. I'll take care a ya."

"Shiro… Why would they do something like that? I mean… after taking away so much they even take away my right to choose who I marry," the orangette whispers out. "I thought they were my friends… but I'm just another pawn."

"Removin' yerself from the game was a good first step," Shiro assures. "Witout that badge, they got nothin' on ya."

Footsteps startle the orangette and he sits up, Shiro growling as he crouches for attack. A twig snaps and branches are pulled away, revealing a curious Nell. Her bone fragment is gone, her sea green locks hanging all over the place, and her hazel eyes are wide before she grins widely.

"Hey, Ichigo!" she greets. "I thought you could use a friend."

"Nell… you have a gigai."

"I do!"

She giggles and steps closer, her tight green shirt like a second skin, and stays mindful of the snowy haired creature ready to tear her apart. Her black bell bottom jeans swish lightly in her movement, the older woman making herself comfortable on Ichigo's other side. Her fingers move through orange locks before she tugs him close to her, forcing him to use her ample chest for a pillow although that only makes him blush.

"The others are worried," she comments. "You've never had a break down before… they think it's a temper tantrum, but that big guy you're friends with said you never have tantrums."

"Yeah… I don't."

"Grimmjow was supposed to come talk to you, but he's an idiot," she states innocently enough to get a laugh from the teen. "He thinks you should already know everything, like it's some unspoken rule. He's really not that bad, he just likes to think he is."

"Nell… I can't," Ichigo frowns. "I'm not gonna be a toy."

"He couldn't stop talking about you, you know," she comments quietly. "He told me not to tell you. After he saved me at the end of the war… a Vasto Lorde was eating the leftovers… he kept talking about you. It didn't sound like rival talk to me; he kept talking about your eyes and how much he liked fighting with you… Orihime said he sounded like he had a crush on you."

Ichigo's eyes widen and Shiro scoffs, the two coming up with completely different reactions to that. After a long moment of stunned silence, the severity of the betrayal sinks back into his mind thanks to Shiro and Ichigo stays quiet. It doesn't matter if Grimmjow is too blinded by instinct to figure out he likes the orangette… the Shinigami betrayed him, his trust he so willingly gave without thought, and now he'll suffer for eternity because of it.


Bet you didn't see that reaction coming ;p I know, I know, I'm horrble. Don't worry things will get better... eventually. They have to, I like happy endings. Anyway, maybe Nelliel can talk some sense into Ichigo.

Ichi: Whoa, wait a minute... Why was I the bride?

Grimm & Vae: *stare blankly at Ichi*

Ichi: ... I am not that feminine!

Grimm: I isn't that you're feminine, Kitten... it's that your the bitch.

Ichi: I am not! D=

Vae: Uh... anyway, until next time! =D

Ichi: Don't ignore me! Hey! Get back here!

Grimm & Vae: *sneaking off quickly*