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Previously: Ever so slightly then, a new figure rose up to challenge me. His bright blue hair flickered dangerously in the light as he somewhat smirked\somewhat glared at me.

"Try me."

POV: 1st Person, Ichigo Kurosaki

~Suffering Comes In Many Forms ch2~

I cocked my head to the side, my narrowed gaze zeroed in on the strong form that challenged me on. Grimmjow was acting weird today. Yes, he was an arrogant bastard, but…still. He could tell the other wanted, or needed, this fight, I just didn't know why. This made me a bit angry that I couldn't read his antics, but then again, I didn't need to know everything about how he was feeling.

Shinji suddenly whooped out of nowhere and cheered; grinning his….awkward piano grin while patting down on my shoulder. I shook it off with a raised eyebrow as he gave me 'that' look, the one that knew it all. I blushed. Shit, I hate when Shinji likes to point things out like I don't already know this. And besides, I was sure most of the people I knew well already figured out my obsession, all but….Shiro, I guess. Grimmjow didn't count, because I didn't think he knew, and I also wasn't close to him at all. Shiro was just an idiot.

"Ya gonna come at me, or are ya gonna stand there like a fuckin' idiot?" the other sneered, his blue hair flowing along with the breeze. I raised a delicate eyebrow at his tone, my off-shade brown eyes flickering dangerously as I saw a few stiffen from the corner of my eye. I ignored it.

"Inpatient little shit, aren't you?" I muttered humorously to myself. Well, at least, he was better than Luppi, that little piece of crap thought he had a piece of me. Guy wanted me to fuck him yes, but sorry honey, I play for the Uke side. Shocker, I know. Like, 'what's a gang affiliated guy doing as bottoms?' well, to be honest, I love being dominated. Maybe that was why I was obsessed with Grimmjow. He was someone who could dominate me – not by fighting, but by brute strength alone, and he could make me submit in any which way he pleased if he cared to.

Such twisted fantasies when I didn't even know if he was gay. I mean, come on!

"You know it." Grimmjow smirked ruefully as he charged at me. He was quick, I'll give him that, and he had power and skill behind his fighting style, but I was trained by Yoruichi and Urahura Kisuke. Sorry, man, but that just doesn't end up well when you're trained by two people of mass destruction. I was their weapon now, too, since I personally beat the shit out of them two a while back. They were both proud of me, even though they were sulking for over a month about how 'their little angel' has grown up. I'm not even their kid, which was weird. But then again, I might as well be their kid, I mean; they treat me like one…But back to the matter at hand.

He threw a punch to my side, which I let him have, followed by a kick to the ankle. I wasn't going easy on him, no, but I was going to let him have a couple of boosters to push up his ego. Not like he needed it, though. I then kicked him in a roundhouse motion across the neck, his body jerking to the side as I fell gracefully to my feet. He then blocked a few more punches I threw, and likewise for me. Almost immediately, we back away from each other, gauging our instincts and judging how well we both use our own. I noticed that Grimmjow's fighting style is un-predictable, which is lethal in most points, to most people other than me.

With a scowl I block a few more advances towards me. His body acted like he was out for blood, but again, those eyes told me different. He stared at me, stared into my soul, as if he was judging, calculating, wondering what I would do next. Grimmjow made me gulp as I pull off another kick to his rib cage, making him double over. Not long, though, was he on the ground, because the next thing you know he is back up on his feet throwing a punch to my jaw.

"C'mon, Grimmjow. You can do better than that. Hit me." I hiss in joy as I see anger flare in his eyes. The blue-haired gangster then grinned, a renewed fight breaking through the glass. He smirks and licks his lips, pulling back, gauging me once more. He was amused too, I noticed, as was I.

"Wouldn't wanna break tha' pretty lil face a yers, though, now would I?" Grimmjow commented lightly. I smirked and circled around him.

"You could try." I taunt him even further. Tanned, perfect lips then pull down at the challenge, before the fight breaks out again. A mass of flying kicks and air dives are the only things noticeable within the next few minutes of fighting. We were dancing around everywhere, our bodies close, far, spinning, twirling, stationary, you name it. We were there.

About fifteen minutes later, Grimmjow was pinned to the ground by me, both of us panting as our muscles were strained. After a glance into his wavering eyes, which, might I add, were incredibly close, I blushed and rolled off of him, standing up feebly. I regained my balance just as quickly, and raised an eyebrow to Grimmjow's gang. "Why is he a rank of six?" I asked Stark as soon as I regain my eyesight. I haven't had a good fight like that in a while. Sure, he wasn't as strong as stark, (which I could also beat) but he was stronger than anyone else there. I should know, I fought them all.

"We needed a replacement for Luppi, and I can't just go out and ruin the whole class status we have, so I just replaced him. You should be glad I kicked Luppi out." Stark explained to him. Ichigo nodded and shook his head in utter loving towards the man at that moment. Luppi was…Something so utterly scary that there was no telling what would've happen if he stayed.

Before I could talk, Nnoitra cut in. "the lil' shit was all up yo ass. Thinkin' he was gonna get fucked by ya any time soon, what a damn idiot…." Nnoitra shook his head dismissively. "I mean, c'mon, we all kno' yer a pussy when it comes ta sex." I frown momentarily as the slight blush I had before intensified by one-thousand percent. Instead of smarting off to him, however, I just lean back and enjoy the ride.

"What, jealous?" I teased Nnoitra. Kensei was smirking from the side of me.

"Oh, you know it, Ichi…" Nnoitra husked, teasing his boyfriend without looking at him. I lick my lips and lean forward with a lusty look on my face, knowing exactly what he was doing. Kensei bristled. Ah, idiot. He fell right into the trap.

"My place later? I'm sure we could…Oh, y'know, catch up." I say sultry, my half-lidded eyes purring with humor as the delicate blush forming on a brash man. I lick my lips once more as Nnoitra leaned in also, his eyes demanding and firm.

"Nnoitra….get you're fucking ass over here right now before I personally beat the shit out of that damned bum from here to France, dipshit." Kensei cursed at the other, jealousy boiling off his skin so firmly I could feel it from a mile away. I, along with the rest of the men and women around me, cracked up laughing at the possessive tone in the man's voice. Shin was wiping tears from his eyes as he leaned in half to laugh so hard. I couldn't help but crack up myself.

"But I want so many things done to my ass, Ken, and you know them all." Nnoitra smirked as he nibbled on the other. I almost barfed at that moment. With a fake choking noise, I snort, shaking my head. I let my eyes wander for a second to the talking friends of mine, before my eyes clash with blue once more. An abundant red splashed all over my face at that moment. Immediately, I looked away.

"TMI, Nnoi." I muttered, moving away from the cheesy couple. I then cracked my neck again. "Well, nice seein' ya all, but I gotta get ta my home, ne? See ya later, and Shiro, get your bleeding ass over here!" As I yanked Shiro up off the ground, I moved to turn. Just before I did, I caught Grimmjow's gaze again, this time trained on me, and blushed again. With an in-furious huff of air, I turned away just barely catching something that flickered in his eyes. Humor? I couldn't tell. Anyway, I let me cheeks flare again, before I proceeded out of the alley with Shiro in my hands.

As soon as I left the alley, I let Shiro go. He stood on his own, for once, a serious look on his face. "Ya like Grimmjow, don't ya?" he stated out to me as we walked almost silently back towards our house. I bristled. Is he going to question me to and say I'm being a bad boy for liking someone like him? Really? I'd think more of my own brother.

"And if I do? Are you going to stop me now, too?" I hissed, turning my head to the side as I spit on the ground. My hands found my pockets as I was looking away. I told myself not to get mad at him, for he was only looking out for my safety, but I couldn't help feel a twinge of hate towards the albino next to me.

"Nah. He ain't too bad…fer a kitty." Shiro chuckled, still not meeting my eyes as I looked at him. "To be honest, I think he needs it." I furrowed my eyebrow at that. Why would he need it? Grimmjow didn't even seem like he liked me at all, let alone like that. I must creep him out as much as I stare at him. I really do have a hopeless obsession.

I was glad he liked Grimmjow, though.

"Why?"

I found myself stopping when Shiro didn't give me an answer. Shiro stopped also when he noticed I wasn't following him, and turned to me with a delicate smile. "Since you seem to already know his life story, I just think he needs something to lift him up. Stalker." Shiro snorted an afterthought, making me hiss like a dog growing shackles of defense. I should've known that was coming up sometime.

"Oh shut up." I said. "I doubt I know shit about his life. Can't even place how many let downs he had." I muttered as I looked up, facing the moon as another breeze left the air. Talk about cliché.

"Not like you're too far off." Shiro muttered, also, under his breath. I sighed. He wasn't going to understand. Sure, I've had a few let downs in my own life, but nothing compared to Grimmjow. I mean, damn, have you seen his records?

With silence granted to us, I turn a corner, my house now coming into vision on top of the hill. I look around in the darkness, then, ignoring the fact that our porch light was still on. Old Man must wanna attack us. Throwing that thought away, I focus my thoughts on Grimmjow once more. Please, before you say any more, shut up. It's not about his personal shit, for once, it's about his physical shit.

First, the fighting. As I said before, it was brash and unknowing, maybe even insane as he worked. The blue-haired Adonis had a unique style, and if perfected, he could be a weapon of mass destruction. As if he needed help with that. I mean, not saying much, but have you seen Grimmjow Jeagerjaques? He looked like a classic jock; he was full of snide remarks and that for shit attitude, but I mean, damn, that body. It was almost perfect. With his short, angrily cropped hair with messy edges, wonderful pure aqua eyes that shimmered with a tint unlike any other; intense, some would say. Even his huge shit-eating grin was attractive. And the teeth. Call me crazy, but he has the sexiest canines I've ever seen in the world. I mean, I just imagine them scalding my skin with an unknown fire as he moves down…

Erase those thoughts before I bone myself. Anyway, the point was that he was sexy, if you haven't noticed. So I wondered, quite honestly, why he even bothered looking my way. I knew I interested him with my attitude and fighting status, but I don't believe he sees me as anything any further than that. He was gay – yes, I'll admit that, but he probably wasn't into guys like me.

After all, that fucker was smarter than me.

I'm serious, really. Remember when I said I was the second in my class status? Well, guess who the first is! Oh, no, not Ishida. He was the third. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques himself was the smartest kid in school, which annoyed me the most out of anything in that guy. I mean, I've been trying to pass him for years in our class status, but he always ends up higher than me. The idiot knows it irritates me to. I know that smirk whenever he reads the board and walks away, as if he knew that I could never pass him.

I sigh as we near our house. As I notice more of the normal features of our home, I notice the dark figure looming in the front of the gate. I narrow my eyes, scanning the form, and almost immediately recognize it as my fathers. I slow my steps, prepared for an attack, awed when he did not move.

Shiro stopped in front of the gate first with a raised eyebrow. "Why aint'cha jumpin' ovah this gate yet, Pops?" Shiro said in his normal carefree attitude. I noticed his spine straightened a bit though, so he was also being cautious.

Issin Kurosaki just smiled softly and shook his head, opening the gate for his two sons.

I gave him a strange look as I slip on through with Shiro.

Dad closed the gate quietly and then looked towards us with a depressed, but stern look. We both swallowed the lumps in our throat and stared at our father with a renewed worry.

"Come on kids, I got something to talk to you about."