Chapter 2

Author's note: Fast update I know. I had a dream about this story and it's been bugging me. Let's see how it turns out.

Ichigo opened his eyes. They had driven to the airport right after leaving the Kuchiki household, Ichigo falling asleep on the jet within an hour when Grimmjow did not immediately ask for any of his assistance. Grimmjow had a private jet, his seat rather close to his so Ichigo could easily be wakened if he needed something. He just stared at a laptop the entire time though, Ichigo deciding he might as well sleep if he had nothing he wanted him to do.

He could see the sun was just beginning to rise, Ichigo sitting back, his pillow falling to his lap when it was no longer supported by his shoulder. He stretched with a yawn, popping a few points in his spine. He wiped his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he tried to wake himself up.

"Sir, where are we headed?" He asked in a clear voice even though he had just woken up, having learned not to make it look like he had slept. He looked to the side, seeing Grimmjow still on his laptop. He must have slept while he had because there were no bags under his eyes, Grimmjow not even looking to him. He was a complete different man from the one that molested him with his eyes at dinner. Ichigo looked away, looking out the window when it was apparent he wasn't going to speak.

Byakuya had done that more times than he would have liked to admit. He knew that he must have been busy though, distracting himself with the rising sun. He had only ever seen something so beautiful when he was a child, before his parents had gone missing. He touched the glass, watching as the dark sky erupted with colors.

"We are going to New York in America for a few days since I have business there. You will assist me." Ichigo had not been expecting him to speak at all, guessing he wasn't completely like Byakuya. He looked to him, Grimmjow's eyes locked on the laptop as he scrolled through something, his chin resting on his palm. His eyes slitted to him when he stopped scrolling, Ichigo feeling a shiver run up his spine. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad shiver though.

"Yes Mr. Jeagerjaques," he replied, nodding since he couldn't bow. Grimmjow closed his laptop, Ichigo's eyes never leaving his because they never stopped staring at him. Grimmjow sat back, finally looking away. Ichigo looked back to the sunrise.

"Just call me Grimmjow, I'm not an old man yet," He told him, Ichigo frowning. He was never all that good with first name basis with his employer's, but if being called by his last name made him uncomfortable, he would stop. He nodded, not even sure if he was looking at him. He wanted to be called by his name, he would call him by his name.

"Yes Grimmjow." Ichigo wanted to flinch or shiver he didn't really know, Grimmjow smirking as he rested his head against the headrest.

"When we land, I will cut your hair." Ichigo almost said no, not wanting to lose the one thing that tied him to Rukia and Renji. He nodded though, jolting a little when a hand touched his ponytail. He looked sharply to Grimmjow, the blue eyed man running a hand through his long hair. Ichigo was a tad weirded out by that, only ever being touched like that by Renji. Not even Rukia did that.

"Relax Strawberry," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo's still stoic expression turning down into a frown. Grimmjow seemed pleased by that. Ichigo was confused.

It was obvious he was displeased with his actions, so why did he look pleased?

"Why do you put gel in your hair Strawberry? Grimmjow asked, Ichigo not liking the new nickname. He looked to his hair, the blue spikes put in a mess. He should be asking him that question.

"My name is Ichigo sir, not Strawberry." Ichigo told him as politely as possible, Grimmjow looking to his eyes. Ichigo fixed his expression, his lips going into a straight line, the crease between his brows becoming less intense.

Grimmjow frowned. Ichigo knew he had displeased him, but he had some rules of his own. Grimmjow pulled his hand away, Ichigo's shoulders untensing. The pilot spoke before he could.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we are about to land." Ichigo sat back, making sure his seatbelt was secure.

"You have yet to answer my question, Ichigo." The way he said his name angered him, Ichigo feeling he had said it like it was a burden and not an actual name. Ichigo didn't comment on it though, clearing his throat.

"My hair spikes up. I put gel in it to keep it down." He felt eyes stare into him again but didn't look to him. He didn't want any of this to get under his skin, but already Grimmjow had managed to do just that.

This was a job not an interrogation.

His tail that rested against his thigh twitched, Ichigo controlling himself before Grimmjow could notice. He had lived with Byakuya for thirteen years, the quite, heartless man never once getting beneath his skin. And that was saying a lot since he got beneath everyone's skin.

The fear from earlier rose up, Ichigo's brow furrowing a little more. He didn't know why he had that feeling now. He was a grown man, fear was not known to him, not since he took the job of being the Kuchiki family butler. What did Grimmjow do to bring up such a fear? Ichigo was sure he could beat him in any fight, but even so the fear lingered. He shook it away, his claws extending out a little more as he gripped the armrest when the plane jolted as it landed on the ground.

"I heard the girl was engaged. Why was her husband not at dinner?" Grimmjow asked as he unbuckled, Ichigo looking to him. He pushed away the fear, clearing his throat.

"It was a business meeting. He is her husband but not part of the company so does not participate. He eats in his room instead." Grimmjow looked to him, Ichigo's expression stoic. Grimmjow sat back, his eyes becoming lidded. Ichigo had a feeling he was trying to figure him out, raising an eyebrow.

"Gentlemen, you may leave the jet." Ichigo unbuckled, waiting for Grimmjow to stand before rising up himself. He got their bags from the compartments, Grimmjow only having one thankfully. Ichigo followed him out the jet, a car waiting. The driver was a big dark skinned man, Ichigo handing him the luggage when he offered. He bowed, the driver bowing back. He put the bags in the back, Ichigo looking to see if Grimmjow had wanted him to open his door. He was already inside, Ichigo getting in the opposite side of him. Grimmjow was on his laptop once again, but this time he was typing. Ichigo closed the door, sighing softly as he relaxed in the leather seat.

"Tell me Ichigo, do you have a lover?" Ichigo looked to him, a tad shocked he would ask such a personal question. He at first wouldn't even think of answering him, but decided too. He was far from Renji now and it was very obvious he wouldn't see him anymore. Or Rukia. He could see now why she had cried after talking to her brother.

"No." Grimmjow hummed softly, Ichigo looking out the window.

He instantly wondered if he was in the same world. They drove through the city, Ichigo seeing all the bright lights and large words. He knew very little english, only knowing hello, yes, and thank you. He had never bothered to learn it and Byakuya never hired a teacher to teach him it. Ichigo looked away, feeling a tad uneasy. He looked down to his lap, fisting his palms as he wondered how he was going to function here. He just hoped he wouldn't have to talk to anybody.

"What are you comfortable with doing?" Grimmjow asked suddenly, Ichigo looking to him. His ears fell back a little, Grimmjow catching the movement. Ichigo fixed himself, looking to his face even though he didn't look to him. He wondered if he knew how rude he was being.

"I am a butler, Grimmjow. I am here to assist you. If there is anything you need, I will be willing to do it."

He didn't know it, but he was going to regret saying that.

Grimmjow closed his laptop, rubbing his eyes. Ichigo started to see fatigue set into his hard features, his eyes looking to him. Ichigo stared back not in defiance but in wait. He expected him to say something but he didn't, he just stared at him. With Byakuya and Rukia he could read their eyes. He could not read Grimmjow's though, the fact disturbing him a little more than he wanted it too. He could read anyone's eyes, it was a unique skill he had. The fact he couldn't read his new master's eyes made him feel uneasy because he didn't know what he was thinking. He would figure out he was another way he was not so good at.

"How much did Byakuya pay you?" Grimmjow told him, Ichigo thinking it over. In the beginning it was 100,000 yen a month. It was enough to sustain him and help him get what he needed.

"100,000 yen," he told him, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow. He seemed to think that it was too much to give a butler, Ichigo not telling him what he was originally adopted for and why he got paid so much. His job was to make Rukia happy. Her brother always managed to make her cry, but Ichigo would always put the broken pieces back together.

"I will cut your hair once we get to the hotel. You will stay there and sort my files," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo nodding as they pulled up in front of the hotel. They both got out, Ichigo walking just behind Grimmjow after getting their luggage as they headed to the receptionist. He saw a neko girl pass by, her hair cut short. She stopped to talk to somebody he didn't pay attention to, Ichigo looking away when he saw her unbutton her shirt. He was shocked, Grimmjow walking towards the elevator. Ichigo followed him, feeling eyes dig into his back.

"Ichigo?" He stopped, the voice familiar. Grimmjow stopped also, looking over his shoulder to him with a raised eyebrow. Ichigo turned, seeing the girl the other had been talking to walking over to him. The girl buttoned up her shirt, Ichigo seeing a tattoo on her chest. He wondered if she knew she could have waited till later to show that to anybody. He looked to the girl walking to him though, her orange hair long down her back. He bowed, the girl bowing back.

"Orihime-chan," he greeted, straightening up. Orihime had been in the orphanage with him a long time ago, having been adopted a year before he had. They had been friends, along with Renji. He smiled, Grimmjow looking from him to her with calculating eyes. The girl who had unbuttoned her shirt shivered, every girl in the building looking to him. Orihime looked to Grimmjow before back to him.

"You must be busy, let me give you my number and we can meet up and conversate later," she told him, Ichigo nodding. She took out her phone, Ichigo reaching into his chest pocket. He pulled out a phone, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow. They switched number's, Orihime giving him a quick hug before returning to her friend. He and Grimmjow entered into the elevator, two other people in there. Ichigo's smile was erased.

They were silent till they exited on the fifth floor, Ichigo following Grimmjow to his room. He waited till he opened the door before walking in after him, putting their bags down next to the door when he told him to.

"Follow me, I'll cut your hair." Ichigo nodded, taking his hair out of it's ponytail as he followed him to the bathroom. He soon figured out it was the bedroom. He wanted to question him but didn't, Grimmjow sitting down on the bed. Ichigo walked up to him, stopping in front of him.

"Sit in my lap." Ichigo raised an eyebrow, Grimmjow's face not showing any foul play.

He seriously wanted him to sit in his lap.

"Forgive me sir, but I will not do that," he told him. Now it was Grimmjow's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Then quit." Ichigo was confused and angry, Grimmjow standing up. Ichigo wanted to hiss at him, narrowing his eyes when he came face to face with him. If he was still going to be paid 100,000 yen, a payment he could get nowhere else, shouldn't he just endure this one thing? Ichigo thought it over in his head as Grimmjow stared down at him, a near foot taller than him. Ichigo was not intimidated by his size though, Grimmjow smirking when he saw his tail twitch in frustration.

"If I gave you 200,000 yen, would you sit in my lap Ichigo?"

He almost said yes. Ichigo held his tongue as he thought it all over. If he wanted him to sit in his lap, he probably would want to do a lot more than he should ever let happen. He was a butler, he could quit whenever he wanted too. Should he just do this till the end of the month, get his 200,000 yen and then quit? No, he deserved more than that.

"400,000 yen." It was Grimmjow's turn to think things over. Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest, accidentally touching his chest a little. He took in a breath, smelling his cologne. Now that he wasn't thinking his senses were taking in everything, Ichigo's legs feeling weak at his heavy, spicy scent. He shook it away, almost growling at himself. He controlled himself, Grimmjow grinning a shark like grin.

"Deal." Ichigo nodded, Grimmjow sitting back down. Ichigo felt wrong when he turned around and sat in his lap, Grimmjow grabbing his thighs and spreading them so his legs showed between his. Ichigo tensed, Grimmjow's hands staying a little longer than they needed to.

"You only said sit in your lap," Ichigo reminded him, Grimmjow removing his hands, a chuckle resounding against his neck. Ichigo resisted a shiver, Grimmjow pulling a pocket knife from his pocket. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, already knowing his hair was going to be an ugly mess after this.

Grimmjow grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing the pocket knife to his hair.

"Say goodbye to the Kuchiki's Strawberry." Ichigo was about to correct him about his name, his eyes widening when he heard a tear. He looked to a large chunk of his hair that fell to the floor, his heart feeling like it had stopped.

Rukia.

Another chunk fell to the floor, Ichigo feeling his eyes burn. He blinked away the tears, looking away from the one thing that tied him to that place.

Shinji.

Another chunk fell to the floor.

Byakuya.

Ichigo felt the last heavy chunk leave his shoulder, his eyes closing as it was cut off carelessly.

Renji.

"I like it like this." Grimmjow ran a hand through his short hair, the orange hair spiked up in all directions like he had just woken up. Ichigo couldn't hold back the shiver when he did that, closing his eyes when the hand tightened in his hair.

"Like it Strawberry?" Grimmjow whispered huskily against his neck, Ichigo's eyes snapping open as a growl was torn from his throat. He cut it off abruptly, trying to get off his lap. He couldn't lose his control, he had to remain calm. Grimmjow made that hard, wrapping an arm around his waist. Ichigo gasped when he was flipped over onto the bed on his knees, his hands fisting in the sheets when his hand slid down to his groin. He threw a punch at him but Grimmjow caught his wrist, pinning it down to the bed with a grip tight enough to make it hurt.

"Y-You said sit in your lap!" Ichigo couldn't stop his voice from shaking even though he was trying to be intimidating, struggling to get away when Grimmjow's hand went into his pants.

"I just want a taste Strawberry," Grimmjow whispered into his ear, Ichigo biting his lip when he grabbed his member and started to stroke him slowly. Ichigo gasped when he rubbed the head, his body tense in pleasure. Ichigo fisted the blankets harder, his claws extending and tearing them. He groaned when he started to stroke him faster, his stomach burning as his orgasm grew close rapidly.

"There we go Strawberry," Grimmjow husked against his neck, Ichigo feeling his tongue touch against his neck as he licked his lips. He wanted to fight but the need was stronger, Ichigo starting to pant as his spine wrung tight when he squeezed his member. He moaned softly, his lips parting and his fangs showing as he came close.

Grimmjow leaned down, licking the sharp points with interest and curiosity. Ichigo moaned, thrusting into his hand when he came suddenly. He panted as he came down from his orgasmic high, Grimmjow taking his hand out of his pants. He licked his fingers, Ichigo looking to him lazily as his body shook. Grimmjow looked to him with a smirk, Ichigo closing his eyes when he leaned down.

"Delicious. Just like Strawberries."

Ichigo had never wanted to commit murder so badly in his life.