Warnings: MalexMale=Yaoi. Violence, Rape, Blood, Bad Language, Limes, Lemons. Offensive language.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Pairing: GrimmijowxIchigo

Beta: Un'beated (As of now, searching for one, if you're interested)

A/N: YO! We meet again. Thanks to all the wonderful love you guys gave me for chappie one I tried to get two done asap for ya. As always thank you for all the reviews, I love receiving them, and all the alerts and faves you added. I'm glad you all are liking my fic so far, I love writing it. Anywho enough chatter and on with the chapter two!

Also excuse any grammar errors, as its not beta'd. I try to catch them all, but it's quite late here and I'm sleepy.

Breakeven

Chapter Two: Waking to a Nightmare

"There are places in the heart that do not yet exist, suffering has to enter in for them to come to be."

-Leon Bloy

Last Time on Breakeven:

"W-who the hell are you?" He attempted to sound threatening, but his voice was hoarse and shook slightly when he spoke. The blue haired man took notice to this, and his eyes softened slightly.

"Relax kid, your safe now. I found you outside the back of my restaurant."

"W-wha?" Ichigo gasped, his eyes going wide.

"Uh yeah well…" The blunette shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hand through his hair. Never in his life did he ever imagine telling someone such a thing. Just how the hell was he supposed to say this anyways, what if the guy didn't even remember what had happened. But he deserved the right to know, regardless of how horrible of a truth it was. "I uh found ya…in the back alley behind my restaurant…I uh helped ya and brought ya back here." He finally managed to get out, watching the amber eyed man carefully. The orange haired man was still pulled as far away from him as he could without falling off the bed entirely. His fingers were tightly clenching the comforter and his eyes were wide and filled with fear.

'Please don't make me say it.' Grimmjow chanted in his head, the R word was the last thing he wanted to say out loud, but by the looks of the orangette's face, he didn't need to say it.

"Ah-I see." Ichigo finally spoke out, his voice low and breathless like he had just ran a great distance. "Did you bandage-"

"Nah, my friend is a doctor and I had him look at ya." Grimmjows eyes met his, cutting off his question before he could finish it.

"Oh t-thanks." Ichigo stuttered out. Man was the air awkward. "I-I guess I'll be going now then." Ichigo pulled his legs up and off the bed, immediately wincing and gasping out in pain as he did.

"Oi! Careful." Grimmjow snapped, rushing up to the other side of the bed, and pushed the orangette back down on the bed. "I didn't have him heal ya just for ya to go ruining them and all." Grimmjow glared at the orangette who sighed, his eyes squeezed closed, and allowed his self to be pushed back into the mattress.

"Well I was wait'n for ya to wake up before I called the cops and all, I figured it'd be better for you to be able to tell them yourself what happe-"

"NO!" Ichigo's eyes snapped open and his hands came to grip at Grimmjows arms tightly. "Please no…" His eyes pleaded with Grimmjow, whose eyes narrowed in return.

"And why the hell not? What those bastards did was wrong!" Grimmjow growled, his own hands gripping Ichigo's shoulders, and shaking him slightly. "They deserve a hell lot more than jail that's for sure. I beat the fuck out of one of em', but…Oi?"

Ichigo's head fell forward limp and his grip loosened considerable on his arms. "Please." His voice was low and filled with desperation. "It's mortifying enough, let alone telling the cops…..so please."

Grimmjow sighed, releasing his grip upon the man, and pulled back, letting Ichigo's hands fall off his arms.

"Tch." Grimmjow huffed and stormed out of the room, returning seconds later, setting a multitude of items on his bedside table for Ichigo. "My friend also left these for you. Pills for pain an infection, take them twice a day. The slave is to help with the soreness and healing, use it as often as you need." Ichigo's amber eyes drifted slowly up to Grimmjow, who was pointedly looking away from him.

"T-thank you." He breathed out, watching the blunette from behind orange locks.

"Ya got someone I can call for ya?" Ichigo shook his head, making Grimmjow frown then sigh. "You can stay here as long as you need then, just don't cause me any trouble."

When striking blue eyes met amber ones, they were wide and filled with surprise. "Thank you." Ichigo repeated, felling hot under the man's gaze.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

Ichigo looked up, confused before it finally hit him. "Ah-Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Well nice ta meet ya Ichigo." Grimmjow smiled, making Ichigo blush. "Now take ya meds, and I'll get ya something to eat."

Ichigo swallowed hard and nodded, watching the blunette as he disappeared out the room. Once the man was gone, Ichigo let out a long breath. He was just dreaming right?

No.

The defendant ache his body felt was proof of that. Sighing again he raised his head, letting it fall back, hitting the head board with a dull thud. He stared at the white ceiling with a blank expression and tears soon stung at his eyes. He bit at his lip, reliving the nights events in his head over and over, replaying every detail, hoping that he'd find some mistake in them, that he'd find proof that it was all just one horrible nightmare.

But he couldn't find a thing, not one single thing,

"Oi, your lip is bleeding." A quite voice spoke in the room, making him jump. Watery eyes quickly found Grimmjow standing in the doorway, a bowl in his hands and a frown on his face. Now it was Grimmjow's turn to swallow hard, and he did just that, gently setting the bowl of soup on his bedside table.

'Those eyes.' He thought. Never had he seen such eyes, so dull and dead, they sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him unsure on how to react.

"Thanks." The orangette answered him, his voice low and straight. Ichigo felt nervous under the man's stare but did as he was instructed and slowly began eating, The soup was good, chicken noodle, but his stomach just wasn't into it, and after only a few small bites he returned the bowl to the table.

By this time, Grimmjow was now lounged in the chair by the bed, watching Ichigo carefully. Once he was done eating, he opened each bottle of medication, all three, and handed them to Ichigo, who took them with out protest.

"You should probably get some more rest."

"Hn." Ichigo agreed, even though he had just woken up, he felt exhausted still. Ichigo settled his self-further into the bed, while Grimmjow gathered his bowl and cup.

"I'll be just outside if ya need anything." Was the last thing he heard before sleep took him once again.

Grimmjow quietly closed the door behind him, seeing that Ichigo was already drifting off to sleep, and made his way into the kitchen. Setting the bowl down in the sink, he decided it would be in his best interest to eat something as well, and opted for instant noodles.

Once finished he pulled his phone from its charger, sending a quick text to his friend and fellow employee Starrk, that he couldn't make in for his shift tonight. The text in return, simply read 'Bastard.' He chuckled lightly at it, knowing that Starrk was never one for picking up the slack, even it was his own, and would probably be grumpy the most of the night.

But Grimmjow knew the brunette wouldn't mind. Grimmjow wasn't the type of person that called in for work regularly, in fact he had worked several shifts with quite a high fever and only left early when his boss forced him to go home, or he'd fire him. Eh, the old man…..

He had died a few years ago leaving the café in his son's hands, who found he didn't have time for such a thing, and sold it to Grimmjow three years ago for far more than it was worth. Grimmjow couldn't have been happier though, sure it wasn't where he had pictured his life, but never really had he pictured what his life would be like. He was more of a go with the flow, kind of guy, and tended to just go the path as he chose.

And what good did it do him? A terrified orange haired beauty in his bed. Essentially it didn't sound as bad as it actually was.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Just who was he? No one to call, no family, or friends even? Everyone had to at least have one friend, didn't they?

He sighed, running his hand through his hair, for the who knows what time. What the hell was he thinking, offering the man a place to stay. But he couldn't very well through the man out, not after everything he had been through, he wasn't heartless. Grimmjow wasn't the most people friendly person so to speak, he had always been one of those people that you have to get used to being around. But that being said, he was never really good with emotions or how to express them. He defiantly had to be grateful for the handful of people he called his friends because of this.

But what was he supposed to do now?

Huffing out in frustration he decided it was too much to think about at the moment. Pausing in front of his bedroom, he cracked the door open quietly and peeked inside. Ichigo was asleep, his face peaceful and calm. Grimmjow made his way back into his living room, leaving the door cracked slightly incase Ichigo needed him, and fell onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.

Not too much going on yet. Some info on Grimmy. Next chappie will be all about Ichi though!

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