Where exactly is this supposed base?
Well, Ichigo's mind conjured up some kind of amazing, technology encrypted underground base, kind of like the bat cave or something.
But it just goes to show, imagination really does differ from reality.
He follows the heavily tattooed guy, a whimpering Keigo still looped over his shoulder, to what looks like a small, run down shop on the outskirts of town.
The red head raises a hand and knocks sharply three times on the closed wooden doors.
A small dark slit appears in the top of the door, and Ichigo can make out an eye peering through.
"Yes?" An unfamiliar voice sing songs from within.
The red head growls impatiently, shifting the now unconscious woman in his arms.
"Cut the crap Urahahra, you can see it's me now let me in, Rukia's badly injured."
There is a small silence that follows, before the door is opened inward with a loud creak, the tattooed red head wasting no time in barging right on in.
Ichigo follows more cautiously, dragging Keigo inside with him.
The door behind them clicks shut, the room being almost in pitch black darkness if it weren't for a few candles set out on various shelves and stands around the room.
Ichigo's eye's rove around curiously, trying to take in every little detail, from the scuffed wooden flooring, to the magnolia painted walls.
The red head is already making his way over to the far end of the room, disappearing through another set of wooden doors.
"Why hello there."
Ichigo jumps out of his skin at the slightly creepy sing song voice, glancing to his left.
His eyes find a tall, blonde haired man, wearing a hat and twirling a long wooden cane in one his hands.
Ichigo gulps uneasily, the man giving him an eerie vibe.
"Your friend, is he injured?"
Ichigo nods, glancing down at a trembling Keigo.
"Yeah, um, he got..."
"Bitten?"
"Yeah."
The man steps forward, grasping Keigo's chin, tilting his head to the side and studying the fresh wound on his neck, which has now stopped bleeding.
"Whoever it was, it seems they got him quite good. I can't really tell yet whether he's been turned just yet, but we'll find out soon enough."
The guy is now close enough to Ichigo that he can make out the light blonde stubble marking his chin and the man's glinting green eye's that seem to be boring right into his very soul.
"Hmm, what's your name?"
"Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki."
"Interesting, and your friend here is?"
"Keigo, Keigo Asano."
"Interesting. I am Urahara Kisuke, a pleasure to meet you both. Now, if you and your friend would be so kind as to follow me then, Mr Kurosaki."
The man trotts off through the same set of double doors as the red head, and Ichigo sighs heavily before following him.
After going through the doors and pulling aside a long velvet green curtain, he finds himself to be in what looks like some sort of make shift medical bay.
Medical supplies are strewn around the room on various silver counter tops, and a large medical chair centred in the middle of the cluttered room. There's also a set of white beds over to one side, freshly made with clean white sheets.
The violet eyed woman from earlier, Rukia, is currently laid down on the medical chair, her eyes closed but her chest is still slowly moving up and down.
Securing some bandages and stitching her wound is another woman, her long orange hair tied up into a loose bun as she works hard on the injured Rukia.
The tattooed red head is leaning against one of the far walls, a deep frown on his face as he seems to be lost in thought about something.
Urahara gestures towards one of the white beds, and Ichigo places Keigo down on it, stepping back as the creepy blonde examines Keigo's wound once again.
He retrieves a small flash light from his pocket, shining it across Keigo's confused eyes.
Ichigo watches in silence, his eyes wandering over to the tattooed red head.
Just what in the hell is going on?
It's like he's just been slam dunked into some weird kind of teenage horror movie.
Which some people may think is a dream, but to Ichigo it seems like a damn nightmare that he can't wake up from.
The green curtain is pushed to one side again, a slender, blonde male with a bob cut and dressed in yet again black attire coming into the room, using a gloved hand to shift aside some of the hair that's fallen across his face.
"Well, I suppose tonight could have gone better for you guys."
The tattooed guy growls, pushing himself away from the wall.
"Who care's about that right now, Rukia could've been killed Shinji!"
The blonde, Shinji, rolls his eyes, unsheathing a long sword from his belt, staring down at it and tutting.
"Damn, dry blood is always a bitch to get off."
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME- hold on, why is your blade covered in blood?"
Shinji huffs, letting the blade fall back to his side.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't kill any humans, my serum's working perfectly fine. I-"
Shinji stops abruptly, staring over at Ichigo.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Uh, Ichigo Kurosaki."
Shinji frowns deeply, before marching over to Ichigo and grabbing him roughly by his school shirt collar.
Ichigo is beyond confused as Shinji grabs onto his chin, moving his face side to side, his narrowed eyes roving over his throat.
Then he moves to down Ichigo's arm's, turning each of them over, almost as if he's searching for something.
The blatant manhandling makes Ichigo beyond uncomfortable, and when Shinji start's to unbutton the collar of his shirt he quickly tears himself out of the other's grasp.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Shinji clicks his tongue, tapping his chin with a gloved finger.
"I'm looking for a bite mark, so just be a good boy and keep still will you?"
"Shinji, the kid wasn't bitten-"
Shinji holds a hand up to silence the other.
"I beg to differ, Renji. I can smell it all over him."
Ichigo scowls at Shinji, straightening out his shirt.
"I wasn't bitten, alright? I don't know what the fuck you guys are even talking about, or what's going on!"
"Look, don't make me have to play 'guess where' Ichigo, otherwise I'm gonna strip your ass bare naked right here, right now."
"THE HELL YOU ARE!" Ichigo screams, backing up.
Shinji stalks him every step, and when Ichigo's back hit's the wall, he thumps his fist against the wall next to Ichigo's head, so hard that a bit crumbles and falls to the ground.
"Last chance."
Ichigo stares back at him defiantly.
With a heavy sigh, Shinji grabs onto Ichigo's shirt, but before he can rip it off, Ichigo brings his fist up, smashing it into his face and sending him flying backwards across the floor.
Renji stares on wide eyed, his eyes glancing between Shinji and Ichigo, and even Urahara stops examining Keigo to watch the scene.
Shinji cackles, wiping a bead of blood on his lip on the back of his sleeve.
"Shit, you sure pack a punch Ichigo. Which makes me even more sure you're one of them."
Renji growls, drawing his own sword from it's sheath and pointing it at Ichigo.
"You're a vampire?"
Shit, he has to diffuse this, and diffuse it now before these guys freakin decapitate him!
"Vampire? Vampire's aren't even real, I-"
Ichigo trails off, hearing the stupidity of his own words.
Of course, after what he's seen tonight, it's stupid of him to keep preaching the 'vampire's aren't real' crap, but it's just impossible...
"So, say I believe this whole 'I've not been bitten' crap, why do you smell like one of them?"
"Well, that freaky tall guy was all over me before-"
"No, the smell's coming from you, not on you. I know the difference."
Ichigo growls.
"I don't know, like I told you! And why do you keep saying you can smell me you creepy bastard, are you a fucking sniffer dog or something?"
Shinji tsks, putting his hands on his hips.
"It's because I'm a vampire too, or to be more exact, I'm part vampire."
Part vampire?
"I...I don't even..."
Grasping his hands in his spiky locks, Ichigo slides down the wall, sitting back against it while he tries to maintain what's left of his tattered sanity.
Urahara finishes dressing Keigo's neck wound, turning his attention to them.
"Come on now, you haven't even explained to him what he's managed to get himself into, you're confusing the poor guy."
Renji turns to the quiet girl still working hard on an unconscious Rukia.
"Orihime?"
Finishing off the last of the stitches, she looks up from her work.
"Yes, Renji?"
"Keep tending to Rukia, and-"
Renji gestures at Urahara.
"Is that kid on the bed infected?"
"Oh no, I highly doubt it. With the scent of so much blood in the air, if he was infected he would have acted upon such an opportunity by now."
Keigo presses a hand lightly to the bandage on his neck, still trembling slightly.
Urahara hands him a small pill and a glass of water.
"Take this, it should help with the shock."
Keigo hesitates, but does so, and as soon as he hands the drained glass back to Urahara his eyes loll closed, and he falls back on the bed with a thump.
"Keigo!"
Ichigo jumps up from the floor and rushes over to him, putting his hands on his shoulders.
"He's completely fine, Mr Kurosaki."
"What the hell did you give him?"
"Just a little fast acting sleeping concoction I cooked up myself, he'll be out like a light for the next few hours."
Urahara grins, tipping his hand down at Ichigo.
"Now, shall we go and discuss things somewhere a little less...bloody?"
Ichigo sit's down on the plush chair Urahara offers him, clasping his hands together in his lap.
Shinji chooses to sit down on the wide window ledge behind him, scrubbing at the blood staining his sword with a wet cloth, while Renji sits down beside Ichigo on an identical plush chair.
Urahara sighs as he sit's down in front of them all, crossing his legs and tilting up his hat.
"So, Mr Kurosaki, where would you like me to start?"
Ichigo shrugs, glancing at Renji who is scowling at him.
"Well...if we're gonna get straight to the point here, was that guy from earlier really a...a..."
"A vampire?" Urahara asks.
"Uh, yeah."
"Yes, he was. Vampire's are not merely myths. Although, most of what humanity has managed to conjure up about them is most incorrect."
"Such as?" Ichigo questions.
"Well, the whole vampires cannot walk around in the sun is not correct. It is true that they chose to only wander at night, but that is purely because they are easy to spot in a crowd. This is because once turned, the vampire gene mutates it's victims cells, and usually changes at least one aspect of their appearance in the process. It ranges from anything to skin colour all the way to height or hair colour."
Ichigo nods silently, willing his brain to take in all this new information.
"Secondly, forget such rubbish as a stake through the heart. In fact, vampires cannot be killed other than by a Zanpakuto, a blade which all Slayers carry with them. Normal human weapons will not even so much as scratch their skin. And the third most important thing to know, human's or slayer's can both be turned by vampire venom, which they keep stored in their fangs. Once bitten, the vampire can chose whether to inject it, or simply just drink, but obviously, mistakes happen. That's why most of the time vampire's make sure to drain their prey to avoid such things."
"Okay...so you keep saying slayer's and human's separately, why is that?"
"Because Slayer's are not human, Mr Kurosaki."
Ichigo frowns.
"So, if you're not vampires and not humans, what exactly are you?"
"I suppose you could see us as enhanced humans if that makes things easier to comprehend. We look like humans, eat and sleep just like them, but their is a big difference between us. We are faster, stronger, and much more durable in battle."
Shinji sighs, throwing the dirty cloth to one side.
"Urahara, why are you bothering to explain all of this to him? You know what's gonna have to be done."
Ichigo gulps, his eyes wandering down to Renji's sword now at his hip and back in it's sheathe.
Are they going to...kill him?
Because they think he's a damn vampire?
"Why indeed. Okay, tell me, Mr Kurosaki, when confronted with your friend, covered in blood earlier tonight, what was the first thing that entered your mind?"
Is he testing him?
If he tells them about how he smelt the blood, then tasted it even from so afar, and it actually tasted somewhat good...will they kill him?
"It would be better if you answered honestly."
Ichigo takes a deep breath, nodding.
"It was the blood."
"Go on."
"It...it was like I could practically taste it on my tongue, and it just seemed to invade my senses. It tasted kind of sickly sweet...but, I swear, I've never been bitten, I don't know why I reacted that way."
Urahara sits back in his chair, chewing on his bottom lip.
"I see. Tell me, is there anything you have to have injected into your system daily?"
Shinji's eyes widen.
"Urahara..."
"Well, I have to inject insulin every day for my diabetes, which I've had since I was born."
"And who prescribes the insulin, your doctor?"
"Actually, my dad does, he's a doctor so he's been the one treating my condition since I've had it."
Shinji hops down from the window sill, standing next to Ichigo.
"Urahara, you can't possibly be thinking that, can you?"
"I am, after all, it makes perfect sense."
"But he's not a Slayer either, a normal human has never been able to accept the serum without dying!"
"That's also true, but there is something I know that you do not know, Mr Hirako."
"Oh, and what's that?" Shinji sneers.
Urahara smirks, reaching into his coat pocket and producing a small fan, using it to waft some cool air onto his face.
"I happen to know an older Mr Kurosaki, a man by the name of Isshin."
At the mention of his father's name, Ichigo jumps to his feet.
"That's my Dad! How do you know him?"
"Well, he regularly comes here to purchase some of my serum."
"Wait a damn minute! Are you saying I'm a vampire?"
"Well, you're not entirely a vampire, that's the upside of my amazing serum. It suppresses the vampire gene from completely taking over the subject, and as long as it's injected daily the subject can control their blood lust and live a somewhat ordinary human life. Although, Shinji here is the only one to ever have been able to fully adapt to the serum, the others well...let's just say their bodies and minds were not quite strong enough."
Ichigo feels his knees buckle underneath him, his legs hitting the wooden flooring as his mind whirls and whirls.
Him...one of those things?
Serum, vampires, slayers, blood...
Shinji stares down at him, and Renji get's up from his own chair, folding his arms across his broad chest.
"So what do we do from here, Urahara? You wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if you were going to modify his memory."
Ichigo's chest heaves, sweat pooling on his forehead as he starts to zone out.
Shit, is he hyperventilating?
It sure as hell feels like it.
It's like a damn snake is coiling around his throat, tightening and tightening.
He feels something warm press against his back, making slow, circular movements.
Someone is now knelt down next to him, he can feel the heat of their body and their warm breath near his face.
"Come on Ichigo, get yourself together. Acting like a little bitch is only gonna get you killed in our world."
"Wow, you sure have a great way with words don't you Shinji," Renji mutters.
"Shut the fuck up Renji, would you rather I sit here and baby him? That shit will only get him killed."
Ichigo takes a deep breath, sitting back slightly and staring up at Shinji.
Shinji quirks an eyebrow at him, and Urahara gets to his feet, flicking the fan closed.
"The other boy will have his memory altered and returned home, as for you, Ichigo, I would like to make you an offer."
Ichigo's gaze flicks to Urahara.
"A-an offer?"
"Yes. You've had a taste of this world, of what those vampires can do to humans, to people you care about. You can keep your memory of it, and become a valued member of our team. Or I can simply wipe your memory, but now that a vampire has your scent, he will be back for you. The choice of course, is yours."
"W-what about my family...my friends?"
"Oh you can still carry on with your teenage life, to an extent. After all, I wouldn't want to be one to deprive a boy of his youth, oh no. But, you will be spending all of your spare time training with us, so say goodbye to any after school clubs Mr Kurosaki."
What was it he was thinking earlier?
Life seemed boring, all you do is study and work until you get put into the ground.
He never could have imagined something like this was actually going on in this world.
And as much as the thought of meeting that vampire again, or in fact any more of them, and fighting them scares the living crap out of him, it also really excites a part of him.
Besides, now that he know's about what's really going on in this world, he'll be able to protect the people he care's about a hell of a lot better than he did tonight.
"Fine, I'll do it."
"Excellent, Mr Kurosaki."
Ichigo watches Renji loop an unconscious Keigo's arm over his shoulder, heading out of the double set of wooden doors at the front of the shop.
Apparently Keigo will just wake up in the morning with a bad headache, the wound on his neck now as good as healed and a different memory, thanks to some more weird concoctions Urahahra cooked up.
As he watches Renji leave, he feels someone tug at his sleeve, glancing next to him to see none other than Shinji, his eyes narrowed.
"You feelin okay there, Kurosaki? Not feelin thirsty, or hungry?"
Ichigo scowls at him, tearing his sleeve free of the other's grip.
"No, I'm not. What is your problem with me anyway?"
"Problem?" Shinji frowns.
"Yeah, I haven't made any attempt to hurt anyone or even drink blood, so why are you so suspicious of me?"
Shinji sighs, glancing up at the full moon above them.
"Let's just say I learnt the hard way not to trust so easily, all right?"
Ichigo opens his mouth to ask Shinji what he means by that, but thinks better of it, and just nods, staring up at the moon too.
"You better be gettin home for now, but there's something you should take with you first."
Shinji takes a small vial out of his pocket, containing a swirling clear liquid and presses it into Ichigo's hand.
"Uh, what is this? Holy water or something?"
"Jeez, no it's not fuckin holy water, get that stupid movie crap out of your head right now. It's a special concoction cooked up by one of our scientist's, it's like acid to them, so be careful you don't get any on your own skin too."
"And you're giving this to me because..."
"Because you moron, if that bloodsucker got away then he might take it upon himself to come back for you while we're not around, understand?"
"Oh right, yeah."
"You only need a little amount and it'll burn right through their flesh, so it should come in real handy, although I hope you aren't gonna need it. Oh, and if I were you I'd make sure to aim for the eye's, should buy you a lot of time in an emergency."
"Uh, thanks."
Shinji nods.
"You want me to walk you home?"
Ichigo stares at him in surprise, but shakes his head, pocketing the small vial.
"I'll be fine, it's actually not that far from here."
"Suit yourself."
As Shinji starts to stroll back inside, Ichigo remembers something else.
"Hey, Shinji!"
"Yeah?"
"How am I supposed to know when to come back here?"
"Trust me, you'll find out soon enough," Shinji smirks, waving a hand as he slinks back into the darkened base.
Ichigo sighs to himself, before making his own way home, but all the way back he keeps his fingers against the small vial in his pocket, his senses on high alert.
He climbs up through his window and locks it, before climbing into bed.
Yeah, he has a hell of a lot to argue with his dad about, but that can wait until tomorrow, right now he needs some fucking sleep.
Maniac cackling echoes around the small, beat up lounge area as one of the lounge chairs ricochets off the wall.
"STOP FUCKIN LAUGHIN YER BASTARD IT AIN'T FUNNY!" Nnoitra screeches.
Grimmjow clutches his stomach, still roaring with laughter.
"Slayer left more holes in you than a damn pin cushion!"
Nnoitra growls, trying to pick up one of the leather couches next, but a pale hand over his own stops him.
"That is enough, both of you! I have been gone for no more than a few hours and you are fighting amongst yourselves yet again, it is shameful!"
Nnoitra hisses, but withdraws his hand.
"TELL HIM TO KEEP HIS BIG FAT MOUTH SHUT THEN AN WE WON'T HAVE A PROBLEM!"
Grimmjow smirks, his laughter calming down.
"Not my fault you can't take a joke, you lanky fucker."
"SHUT YER MOUTH ALREADY-"
"ENOUGH!" Ulquiorra barks, and the two of them stare at him, their eyes widening.
"This is beyond ridiculous, we are Aizen's most trusted clan and yet you both insist on behaving like children, it is unacceptable!"
Grimmjow rolls his cyan eyes, flopping back down on the couch and taking a swig from the half empty bottle of whiskey now by his side.
"Yeah yeah, I'm a real pain in the ass, it's nothing you haven't told me before, can we skip another boring lecture?"
Ulquiorra's eyes narrow, his right eye twitching, before he spins on his heel and stomps from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Nnoitra watches him go, before turning back to Grimmjow, grinning widely.
"So, where were we?"
Beep beep beep beep
"Ugh..."
Ichigo throws a hand out from under his covers, banging his stupid alarm clock until the thing shuts up.
Sitting up in bed, he rubs his tired eyes and yawns.
Yeah, he could definitely have done with a few more hours. Now he's going to have to walk around school like an extra from the walking dead, awesome.
What happened just a few hours ago almost seems like a dream, but he know's it's not, and the proof was currently sitting on his computer desk.
Getting out of bed, he heads into the bathroom and starts to get ready for school, just like any ordinary high school kid.
Once he's washed and dressed, he snatches the vial up, makes sure the cap is secure and then puts it into his pants pocket before heading downstairs.
As expected, Yuzu is already busy at cleaning off the kitchen counters and cooking breakfast, and when she see's Ichigo she smiles warmly.
"Good morning Ichigo!"
"Yeah morning," Ichigo yawns, stretching his arms behind his head.
"You seem awfully tired, did you not get much sleep last night?"
"Nah, but I'll be fine, I can always catch up tonight."
Karin is no where to be seen, which means she probably headed out early this morning to play football before school, so Ichigo grabs a can of cold cola from the fridge and sits at the empty table.
"Ichigo, you shouldn't drink fizzy drinks so early in the morning," Yuzu scolds.
"It's just a one off."
"Still...don't you want to at least try to eat something? I can make you whatever you like."
"I'm good, but thanks," Ichigo smiles.
Ichigo hears the door to the living area open, but he doesn't turn around, just drinks his cola and keeps his eyes on the table in front of him.
"Morning Dad, do you want some breakfast?"
"Uh, not right now Yuzu, Daddy has something he needs to sort out with your big brother."
Ichigo scoffs, playing with the can in his hands.
"Oh, do you now?"
"Ichigo, not in front of Yuzu," Isshin pleads, and Ichigo sighs, getting up from the table and heading out into the back yard, Isshin hot on his tail.
Once he sets foot outside, he reels his fist back and punches Isshin square in the jaw, sending the older man stumbling backwards.
"Ouch! That was a good one, son!"
"Don't make a damn joke out of this! Why the hell have you been lying to me all these years, huh? Let's start with that!"
Isshin rubs at his jaw and lets out a sigh.
"I only did it to protect you, Ichigo, so that you could lead a normal life."
"Well that worked out well, didn't it?" Ichigo spits, running his hands through his hair.
"I know you're mad, and you have every right to be, but trust me when I say I only kept it from you because-"
"Oh, kept the teeny tiny fact that I'm a fucking vampire from me?"
"SHUSH! Don't go shouting that so loudly!"
"Why the hell not? You ashamed of me, Dad?"
"Of course not! But I don't want you to scare Yuzu. I'm sorry Ichigo, I truly am for lying all these years."
Ichigo rubs his temples, willing himself to calm down before his damn head explodes.
"So what the hell happened to me, who the fuck bit me?"
Isshin shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Well, no one bit you."
"What? But Urahara said that's how you get infected..."
"And he's right, but you're a much more special case, Ichigo. You've never been bitten, you were born a half vampire."
Ichigo gapes at Isshin.
"How is that even possible?"
"Your mother...she was bitten while she was pregnant with you. I knew Urahara from way back, and when I told him what had happened, he offered to help, saying he was testing some sort of serum that could suppress the gene. I was willing to give anything a try, to save you both, so I agreed. And it seemed to work, you were born a few months later, happy and healthy, and the serum worked well on both of you. Until that night..."
"You mean, when I was nine?"
"Yeah, I don't know why, but the effects of the serum seemed to be growing weaker and weaker in your mother, and she was finding it harder and harder to fend off the vampire gene, until well...it took control completely."
"Did you...did you kill her?"
Isshin stays quiet, and Ichigo loses his patience, stomping over and grasping Isshin roughly by the front of his white coat.
"DID YOU KILL HER, ANSWER ME!"
Slowly, Isshin shakes his head.
"No, I could never do that."
"THEN WHO DID?"
"Why does it matter?"
"BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW!"
"It...it was a slayer, one who got called in after reports of vampire related activity in this town. I never got his name, but I'll sure as hell never forget those cold, grey eyes as he sliced her down without any hint of hesitation right in front of me. And then he had the nerve to tell me it was a damn blessing."
This...this is all too much for him right now, he can't listen to another word.
NOT ANOTHER WORD!
Growling, Ichigo storms right past a confused Isshin, tugging open the back door.
"I'm going to school now."
"Ichigo, wait-"
"JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Ichigo barks, slamming it shut behind him.
The first thing Ichigo notices when he gets into class is that Mizuiro is absent, and it unnerves him greatly.
Did Mizuiro see what happened last night and just run off?
Or did that Nnoitra guy take him somewhere?
Ichigo's hands ball into fists at the thought.
"ICHIGO THANK GOD!"
Keigo is suddenly in front of him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"ICHIGO, HAVE YOU SEEN MIZUIRO! PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE!"
"I...no, I haven't. Keigo, do you remember last night?"
Keigo scratches his head.
"Last night? Yeah, we went to the cinema, hung out then I went home and went to bed. Why are you asking?"
Huh, well at least that creepy Urahara guy wasn't totally full of crap then. That memory modifying pill really seemed to work.
"It doesn't matter. You were asking me about Mizuiro, did he not turn up to school yet?"
"Oh it's much much worse than that! I went to his house this morning so we could walk to school together like we always do, and no one answered! I mean, his mum's at work again but Mizuiro should be in, and he didn't answer me! Not even when I started singing his favourite song underneath his window, or when I started calling him a s-"
Keigo stops rambling when Ichigo clamps a hand firmly over his mouth.
"I get it, Keigo. Look, can you tell Miss Ochi I'm not gonna be in class today?"
Keigo blinks back at him, moving Ichigo's hand away.
"Huh? What do you mean, Ichigo?"
"I'm gonna go look for Mizuiro, so just do that for me, okay?"
Ichigo turns on his heel and leaves before Keigo can utter another word.
Throwing the gagged and bound kid onto the hard dusty floor, Grimmjow crouches down, watching with sheer delight as the terrified kid's eyes nearly pop out of his skull, sweat dripping down his pale face.
"Hey Nnoitra," Grimmjow calls over his shoulder.
"What do ya want now, dickhead?" Nnoitra growls irritably as he walks into the room, rubbing at the black and white eye patch over his injured eye.
"Why'd you bring this stupid human kid back with you? Ulquiorra's gonna lose his shit when he finds out."
"I'm only keepin his ass alive to get my hands on someone much tastier, he's nothin special."
Mizuiro whimpers loudly as Grimmjow reaches out a hand, tangling it in his hair and tugging harshly.
"Really...and who would that be? One of those elite slayers?"
"Nah, some orange haired kid I met last night."
Grimmjow frowns, letting go of Mizuiro.
"Some kid? The fuck, Nnoitra?"
"It's not just some stupid kid alright, but I ain't tellin you anythin else, now piss off already ya nosy bastard."
Grimmjow gets back to his feet, tapping a finger on his chin.
"You know, it would be pretty bad for you if Ulquiorra does find out you brought a human kid here..."
Nnoitra stares over at him, narrowing his lone eye.
"Yer point is?"
"Well, I can make sure he doesn't find out, as long as you let me see this kid you're so interested in."
"And why do you suddenly give a fuck about what I'm interested in?"
"Cause I'm bored as shit here, especially with that pale bastard breathing down my neck twenty four seven like an asthmatic Chihuahua."
Nnoitra clicks his tongue, frowning in thought.
"Tch, fine, ya can come with me."
"Sweet. When are you going?"
"When it gets dark. I got the runts scent so it won't be too hard to find him again."
Grimmjow grins, licking his lips and turning to stare back down at Mizuiro, a dangerous glint in his eye's.
"Sounds like a whole lot of fun to me."
Uh oh, poor Mizuiro!
Sorry for the long wait for another chapter, I've had a hard time writing anything at the moment, but I managed to eventually get this done.
I'm pretty excited about writing the next chapter, because what can I say, I love writing the bloody and evil scenes XD and I definitely love writing the GrimmIchi ones!
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the latest chapter :)