A/N:

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, or the mentioned game: Dead or Alive 4, or any of the characters in either production.

Alrighty, next chapter…. And I already know Grimmjow will come off OOC in this first part, and well towards the end, but I have a reason for my madness. Basically the whole point of this fanfic (for me) is to put these characters into real world situations and see how they would react compared to their ummm, preferences and mindsets. So kinda like a real person instead of a planned out character, so they are not going to follow the strict rules of being Grimmjow, or being Ichigo. Hah, okie enough ranting enjoy the story:

(Again flash backs are in italics)


Chapter 2: A Breaking Point


A sharp gasp broke the silence in the room. It was dark and obscure, only the moonlight from the open window illuminated an upright figure. Grimmjow's finely chiseled pectorals and rock hard abs were adored by the moonlight. He grunted annoyed that he was robbed of a decent sleep once again. He had woken up again for the third time this week thanks to that stupid night in the bathroom; a repeating nightmare, filled with that merciless grin, and prodding fingers. Aizen haunted his dreams like some sort of ghost. Grimmjow hated how he had lied to himself and actually for a moment convinced himself that he was over that little situation with Aizen. Obviously, Grimmjow was completely wrong the last three nights had proved that little fact clearly to him. What's worse, with every passing night it seemed that Aizen had gotten farther in the process of exploring Grimmjow's body. That little prick he even managed to make Grimmjow's dreams a living hell. Grimmjow shuddered to think just how far Aizen would get in his next nightmare. What a terrible thought, just leave it out of your head forget about it, Grimmjow insisted. It's not such a big deal it's only a kiss. Fuck, in his dreams it was dangerously close to becoming more than a kiss. Adding to the situation, unfortunately, his savoir Ichigo was nowhere to be seen within the nightmares. Perfect. Grimmjow sighed to himself. It had been at least a week or so since the incident and then he began having those hellish nightmares. Why now? Like this just out of the blue? Grimmjow now truly despised Aizen.

Toshiro and Shuhei also noticed that he was acting a little different at school. They insisted he tell them what's wrong. Grimmjow would just shake it off with a reassuring smile, that hadn't fooled his two best friends. Out of everyone they were the two that would know Grimmjow the best, maybe even better than Grimmjow knew himself. Toshiro and Shuhei noticed how Grimmjow would tense as Aizen would walk by. "Was it another incident with your sister?" they would ask, "No." He sighed again, wow, he was being such a pussy. An incident like that would never again happen, so just throw it over your shoulder and forget about it. Maybe that idea with the toothbrush might have actually worked? He chuckled, laying back down in higher spirits, tugging the blankets close to his chest. His eyes fluttering shut, gently dozing off. Just do me a favor and leave me alone.


The next day, after another really boring day in class Grimmjow stayed in his seat, starring out the window, mind blank. Suddenly he realized everyone had left the class, even the old man. He sighed, getting up starting to walk toward the door, then he stopped in his tracks.

"How long where you there?"

Shuhei looked up silent for a moment before he spoke. "Grimmjow, we are kinda worried about you, you haven't been yourself lately, so please explain what's up." Shuhei stated a cold seriousness in his voice. He was moderately hurt that Grimmjow still hasn't told them anything for so long. After all they were his best friends and now they had gotten to the point where they had to force it out of him. Toshiro also appeared in the doorway with a flustered looking Nel at his side. She was yammering away asking why it was so important that she was being dragged down the hall in such a manner. She stopped instantaneously when her eyes set on Grimmjow's.

"What the hell why were you dragging her here like that?" Grimmjow asked, his anger level slowly rising. No one treated Nelliel like that even if you were a best friend.

"It's okay!" she blurted, Nel never liked seeing Grimmjow angry it usually led to a fight.

"No, no it's not," anger rising, now at a dangerous speed.

"Grimmjow, she wouldn't come willingly, I'm sorry." Toshiro stated in a serious tone. Why was everyone worrying so much about him? Grimmjow didn't need their help; he could deal with this on his own just like any other situation. He always has in the past, why is today any different? "We, just want you two to tell us what's up, we are worried."

"Shuhei already told me, but that doesn't mean I'm actually going to tell you because you insist." Grimmjow was being such a dick to his friends, it hurt him inside but the rushing adrenaline in his system was ready for a fight, it was a hard force to quench.

"That's why Nelliel is here, she could also tell us."

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow; did they still think that this had anything to do with Nel?

Toshiro had turned to Nelliel at this point with a warm smile as if in apology, "Nelliel, could you please tell us what happened, Grimmjow here seems to be still upset about it." Toshiro had always been polite with her, but today it nagged on her nerves just a bit.

"What do you mean? You guys already know about that incident." Grimmjow had told them about the first day after he calmed down a bit about the whole situation, so Nel didn't understand why they were asking her. And why was Grimmjow still upset about the situation it had happened over three weeks ago as of this point. He would have dropped it, within hours of the incident, something like that shouldn't bother him so long, or was it something else? "Grimm, what are they talking about?"

Grimmjow had calmed down at this point seeing as his sister defiantly didn't think of being dragged down the hall that big of a deal. "Nel this has nothing to do with you, actually, and thanks for worrying but I can deal with it by myself."

Nel got red in the face, she hated when her brother insisted that he could do everything on his own, but she knew that at one point Grimmjow wouldn't be able to, what if the point was now? "You always think that, but you have to understand that no one can do everything on their own! It's not possible because we are human, why don't you get that Grimm? If you don't want help then fine! Don't you dare ask any from me if you need it!" she raged, she always got so emotional, there were tears in her eyes, and she was struggling to keep them in check. With a silent sob they spilled over her eyes in waves. Toshiro and Shuhei approached trying to get her to calm down but were mercilessly batted away. Nel turned on heel and ran off down the hall now doubt to find her best friend for comfort, a shy vulnerable looking girl named Momo.

Grimmjow stood motionless, in a daze. He only made Nel cry twice in his life, and it also greatly upset him. However, the last two times had little to do with him, but now he was the direct cause of her distress. It hurt him, he had a great urge to run after her and apologize, to take her out for ice-cream, anything to make her feel better, but he was rooted in the spot.

Shuhei and Toshiro defiantly didn't expect this to happen, they may have just made the situation worse, whatever it was. They exchanged glances, both starting to speak, "Grimmjow we are so—"

"Thanks, for everything guys, no need to apologize, really, just please give me some space." Grimmjow mustered the will to walk and pushed past his two numb friends. The situation hadn't worked out well for anyone, especially poor Nel.


Ichigo slouched on the floor in front of a bunch of spread out papers and a large history text book somewhere amongst the pile. He looked bored as hell, shifting from paper to paper his eyes darting trying to memorize as much of his notes as fast possible. Ichigo really hated tests, but studying for them just had to be worse. Conveniently a distraction was provided in the form of a buzzing cellphone, Ichigo looked over to check the caller id: Orihime. He smiled finally she called, after her vicious cold she had went to visit with her distant relatives, maybe she was finally back. He flicked the phone open, "Hello."

"Hi," came the small voice that belonged to Orihime, "I was just wondering when you were free, and maybe we could go somewhere."

Ichigo smiled this was one of the few times Orihime was the one making a date, "Yeah, sure I'll see. How were your relatives? Everything okay?"

"Umm, I actually don't have much time but yeah everything was great, they all really missed me."

"Well, I miss you too." Ichigo stated; why did she have to go so fast? Every time they talked over the phone it was for quite a while.

Orihime blushed on her end of the line, "Me too… I'll see you later okay, have a good night."

"… Aright, bye." Ichigo sighed as he heard the line cut off, rather fast. That was odd. He decided not to worry about it; instead he returned his attention to the piles of disorganized papers. At least Yuzu would have dinner ready soon and the whole family would be present for once. Isshin didn't have to work late at the clinic today.


Grimmjow entered the house quietly shutting the door behind him, it wasn't all that late but it was a habit. He kicked off his sneakers and turned to walk down the small hall. He had taken a long walk after school and only just returned. This time it had taken him to the outskirts of Karakura, where he sat beneath one of the many trees to think. Time just flew by, before long he noticed the sun had set and decided it would be best to head home. Grimmjow entered the living room, it was attached to the kitchen to the north wall, but what did you expect from a small townhome, deep in Karakura. A rather small staircase led upstairs where three tiny bedrooms and a bathroom were located. Nelliel had settled on one of the stoles near the kitchen table bent over homework. Grimmjow didn't want to disturb her so he headed for the stairs. The floor creaked; Nelliel threw her head around to see the intruder. Grimmjow stood there, сrap. Anger entered into Nel's face she tossed her head back around forcefully staring at her homework. Grimmjow sighed, that look she gave him made him really want to straighten things out with her. He crossed the living room, grabbing one of the stoles and placing it beside his sister. Her body turned rigid but she said nothing. Grimmjow sat down placing his elbows on the table, interlocking his hands close to his face. He looked deep in thought, carefully planning his words.

"Please leave me alone," Nel muttered, turning her face away from him. She really hated how Grimmjow always seemed to break the silence without a sound. She didn't know if Grimmjow was aware of his little talent.

Grimmjow sighed, fuck planning out the words; he instead grabbed around Nel's shoulder and brought her close, in a kind of awkward hug. She just about fell out of her chair, trying desperately to escape her brother's embrace. Grimmjow held on tighter, but Nel still refused, "Get your hands off me… don't touch—"

"Nelliel, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you… let me make it up to you okay?" The words felt strange on his tongue, he rarely said sorry to anyone, it made him feel like such a pansy, but this is his little sister it was different, he could do this for her.

Nel stopped fighting at hearing her full name, Grimmjow hardly ever called her by it so it actually meant a lot coming from him. She didn't want to give in easily however. "Sorry, isn't going to be enough I only have one condition if you would just hear me out."

"Whatever you want." Grimmjow let go of her so she could face him. He gave her a shy smile knowing things were slowly going to back to normal between them. They hardly ever fought, and apologies were fast.

"I want you to trust me… that means telling me everything that is bothering you, I don't care how long it takes you, I just want to hear it from you and not others. I'm your sister I just can't believe that you isolate yourself so much from others, including me, it hurts. Just please would you do that for me?"

Grimmjow shifted in his seat, a bit taken aback. He hardly ever talked about his feelings and problems with anyone, it showed that you were weak and couldn't handle simple problems on your own. Nel proposed a hard request for him to accept. He thought about it for a bit, then:

"Okay."

Nel's eyes flooded with tears, great I made her cry again, but she surprised him by bouncing off her seat and jumping to him, giving him a hug. Sobbing quietly into his shoulder, "Thanks, Grimm." Grimmjow's spirits rose, a lot, he was feeling better now than he had all week. He petted Nel's lustrous hair, "No problem, kiddo."

Nel smiled up at him, tears still in her eyes, releasing him from her hug, "Will you take me out for ice-cream tomorrow then?" She looked hopeful.

"Yes, now finish your homework," Nel nodded, also feeling loads better than earlier that day. Grimmjow headed upstairs a smile on his face, not noticing the figure on top of the staircase. He nearly ran into it. A soft voice whispered, "Thanks, Grimmjow, Nelliel was crying her eyes out for the better part of the day. I hope you will keep your promise; just a warning it might ruin your relationship with her if you don't." With that his mother stepped to the side into her room. Grimmjow thought over what she said, she was probably right, he probably did need to open up to Nel, and soon before she dismissed it as a motive to get her to stop crying. Perhaps he would tell her tomorrow, over ice-cream. This was defiantly going to be hard. Grimmjow sighed making his way to his room.


Aizen watched the approaching pair with distaste, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. The two acted like they hated each other when around him, but they were actually good friends without Aizen's influence about. Nnoitra joked about the two being more than friends quite a lot when he noticed the friendly vibe between the two; it only made Aizen even more jealous and angry. Aizen would play it off cooly, telling Nnoitra to shut up, as if he actually cared if the two were made fun of. Aizen actually caught Ulquiorra smile for a brief moment when he was with Grimmjow. Why had Ulquiorra never smiled with him around?

"Yo." Aizen called to the two, a smirk spread on his lips when the two turned around with guilty faces as if they had been caught doing something wrong. He joined them noting how they set up a hostile bearer between themselves, idiots, as if he hadn't already noticed their blossoming friendship. He always hated secrets between friends and he would teach them both a lesson on the subject. Little did he know that would only bring a downfall to his already shaky foundation with both Ulquiorra and Grimmjow.

Ulquiorra would always wear a blank expression around him, emotionless for all eternity, as if punishing him for his wrongs. Never allowing him to see that sweet smile he only managed to catch a glimpse of once. Grimmjow on the other hand would not stand for the way Aizen "treated" people. He stated it made him sick and that he wanted nothing to do with him ever again. Aizen was sure Ulquiorra was saddened with Grimmjow's leaving, but if he was he didn't show it. Aizen found himself wanting Grimmjow even more. It seemed you always wanted what you can't have. From that day forth Aizen promised himself he would win Grimmjow back over.


Nelliel excitedly ran up to her waiting brother, so far he kept one of his promises to her, and she was planning on testing if he would keep his other promise later that day. "Let's go!" she ran by grabbing his hand and practically dragging him behind her. Why was she so excited? She herself didn't really know. Grimmjow started to chuckle behind her, and she tossed back her head to see why, with large confused eyes. "Nel, we don't have to run there, you know, just a nice calm walk would do."

"Oh, yeah sure," she let go of his hand and slowed her pace, "Sorry." Grimmjow continued to chuckle, his little sister sure acted like a child at times.

The walk to the ice-cream shop wasn't a long distance, but the cool autumn weather relieved any stress from school that day. Nelliel was even in higher spirits, if that was possible. Grimmjow ordered for them and paid the cashier. Then they found a nice table outside beneath a tree, and waited for their orders to be brought out to them. All the while Nelliel chattered about school that day, and some boy she had a crush on. Grimmjow only listened until he heard the kid's name, then he shut down his ears so not to hear any more blabbering.

"Mom, finally found an apartment you might like." Nel said kind of sad that her brother was planning on moving out for nearly a month now. This bit of information peaked Grimmjow's curiosity, bringing him back to life.

"Oh really, I check it out then." The conversation died after the statement.

A short while of waiting later and a waiter came out with their treats. He placed the two small bowls in front of Grimmjow and Nel. Then with a wave he left. Nelliel looked pleased thanking Grimmjow for bringing her out. Grimmjow gave her a fake smile, nervous, he still hadn't decided if he would actually tell Nel, or make up some lie. Well, he wasn't good at lying; he supposed he should just tell the truth. However nothing was easy in this life. He took a spoonful of his melting ice-cream, vanilla topped with strawberries, and stuffed it in his mouth as if to avoid and unneeded words from spilling out. This wasn't a big deal he reassured himself, he should just tell her.

"So—" Nel started to say before she was cut off, at first she thought it was rude but then she realized what her brother just said, Nelliel I needa talk to you. Relief filled her; perhaps her brother was going to keep his promise after all. She smiled at him, "'Bout what."

Grimmjow looked up, this was such sappy stuff, "Well, um… Toshiro and Shuhei were right Aizen has been bothering me—"

"You're still upset about that! I told you not to worry about me anymore!" Nel protested.

"Nel, it's actually not about you," Grimmjow decided just to get it out into the open, "Aizen kissed me at Shinji's party, and I know I shouldn't be worrying about it because he was drunk, but I am."

"Oh,… wait what? He kissed you?" Nel laughed, for her the whole situation seemed hilarious. Grimmjow shot her a look, then his face softened, he started laughing along with her. Why did he think it was such a big deal in the first place? He actually felt better after telling Nel. Laughing subsided, Nel looked at Grimmjow with a big grin, "Thanks, for telling me, … Did you like it?"

Grimmjow looked at his sister, a good "what the fuck" face plastered on. "Hell no."

Nel giggled just a bit, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, don't get all worked up."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, "Just finish your ice-cream and let's get outta here."


Ichigo wandered up the stairs a bit confused. Orihime hadn't been talking to him ever since she got back to school. Was she avoiding him? No, why would she? Although she did seem hurt. Did he do something wrong and not be aware of it? Was it that party? Is it because he went without her instead of staying home? He needed some thinking time, and that's exactly where he was headed at the moment. For some reason he always liked rooftops, and the one at his school had a pretty good view. He opened up the door on top of the stairwell, hoping no one else was there. To his surprise he quickly spotted two figures one was unmistakably Grimmjow, his blue hair was hard to miss but the other, was that Aizen? Ichigo stood in the door way thinking if he should do anything about it. Aizen was terribly close to the side of Grimmjow's face and a smirk decorated his lips. His cold brown eyes flashed to meet with Ichigo's. The lecherous grin widened. Aizen raised his voice so Ichigo could clearly hear him. "Looks like Strawberry, here, came to save you once again." Aizen straightened and took up a dignified stride, quickly covering the ground it took to get to the door. With a wink at Ichigo he descended down the stair well. Ichigo raised an eyebrow about to blurt something back at Aizen, but decided against it. Ichigo glanced at Grimmjow, this was the first time he had seen him since the party and outside of class. It was unnerving to see Grimmjow in the same motionless state as before. Ichigo approached, deciding to ask what just happened.

"Hey," Grimmjow seemed to snap out of his subconscious, acknowledging that Ichigo was coming his way a wondering look on his face.

"Oh, hey," A small smile tugged on Grimmjow's lips. The attempt to try to cover the fact that everything was not okay failed, miserably. Ichigo didn't comment, he just stood there, not knowing how to act with Grimmjow in such a state.

Grimmjow let out a deep sigh, "Hey, do you think you would like to come by my apartment today? I just finished moving out yesterday, it not that far from the school."

The request caught Ichigo off guard, he was surprised with it, but he decided to comply with it just out of sheer curiosity. "Sure."

"See you after class then," He smiled awkwardly then stepped around Ichigo heading for the door, leaving Ichigo alone and wondering on the roof top.


Grimmjow basked beneath the sun on the roof of the school building, watching the clouds float on through an endless blue sky. He was leaning casually against the wall; enjoying the activity it got his mind off things. A lot has happened this week and he also just finished moving out, into his new apartment. It left him tired and hungry for sleep. Grimmjow heard the door open and shut lightly, just as fast. He didn't bother looking at the intruder. Many students spent their time on the roof, eating, studying, among other activities. Not a big deal. It was another story entirely when the arriving individual decided it would be funny to invade your personal space. Grimmjow was about to turn and see who the fuck it was when he heard the unmistakable voice. His brilliant ocean eyes flashed open. He froze, please, please be anyone else but him. His prayers were not answered.

"Well, if it isn't Grimmkitty, looks like I'm lucky yet again."

Grimmjow collected his nerves, "What do you want?" he asked shards of ice in his words, not daring to turn to face Aizen.

"As a matter of fact I'm quite disappointed we that we didn't get to finish our play-date last time." Aizen's voice ran off his tongue like silk. Grimmjow panicked a bit. So Aizen really did want him? It wasn't just the alcohol talking that night? Perfect, just what he needed, he really did hope an actual attraction wasn't the reason. His nightmares have become reality. "It also really saddened me how you refused." Aizen kissed Grimmjow's high cheekbone. "After all how would you feel if you were in my position?" Grimmjow was in a daze, what was it about this man made him so immobile? He never had a problem moving before. At that moment Grimmjow distinctly heard the door open, "Looks like Strawberry, here, came to save you once again." Aizen stated loud and clear, and then he dropped down his voice to a barely audible whisper, "He better not interfere next time." After that, his presence disappeared thankfully.


The walk to Grimmjow's was calm. Not very many words were exchanged between the two, they only enjoyed each other's silent company. The afternoon was cooler than usual, a few yellow leaves rustled by as the wind blew in their ears. It seemed as if in no time at all the two arrived at Grimmjow's new apartment. Grimmjow searched his pockets for the keys, unlocking the pale white door upon finding them.

"Want a beer?" Grimmjow asked politely. He planned to get shit faced thanks to Aizen's little announcement.

"Um, yeah sure I wouldn't mind."

Grimmjow smirked at the weak reply, "Well then make yourself at home."

The apartment sported a living room attached to a rather small kitchen. The walls were painted a tan-ish color. A large glass door covered with blinds seemed to lead to a small porch. A small hall branched off and led to two more pale white doors. Ichigo wondered what Grimmjow's bedroom looked like; after all he didn't know much about the man. A beer was handed to him with a welcoming smile. Ichigo accepted taking a sip and settling on the couch.

"So—uh, what's been bothering you?" Ichigo blurted not really thinking before speaking. Idiot. Grimmjow chuckled.

"This and that," was the reply. A moment of silence passed before Grimmjow continued, "Mostly Aizen." He had been getting better of speaking about his feelings ever since Nel made him promise, it was rewarding to get certain things off his shoulders. Lately however Grimmjow hadn't seen Nel since he moved out, and this was the first time starting a conversation of this genre with another person. Ichigo wasn't even a close friend, why was he spilling his feelings to an almost complete stranger?

"Aizen?" Ichigo asked the statement was meant to get Grimmjow to elaborate on the subject. Ichigo had learned of such a technique from Renji's manager Kisuke, something about repeating the last word of a said sentence to "mind-fuck" a person. Ichigo laughed at the theory at the time, but now looked like a great moment to test it out, plus he actually would like to know what happened with Aizen on the rooftop earlier that day.

"Yeah, heh… the bastard actually likes me."

"Hah," Ichigo laughed, "Wasn't he just drunk?" Clearly he was thinking about the time in the bathroom.

"Yeah, but today he was sober." Grimmjow answered morbidly, bringing back the memory without wanting to.

"Oh." Obviously, someone straight like Grimmjow would have been bothered by Aizen making such sudden movements. Ichigo would have been bothered too. Grimmjow let out a nervous sigh, speaking to someone else like this was weird he would have rather preferred speaking with Nel.

Late into the evening both men chattered away and pounded at their controllers, both were clearly drunk. The T.V. provided the only light in the room. Ichigo and Grimmjow sat on the couch. Ichigo sat on edge, his elbows balanced on his knee as he hit the controller with his thumb, A, A, A, B. Grimmjow sat relaxed against the back of the couch, smirking, his trained fingers executing deadly moves. K.O! Ichigo sighed as his character was grabbed and smashed head first into the wall then he fell limply to the floor. It was his first time playing the game, named Dead or Alive 4, he recalled it was Toshiro's favorite game, he could see why. Grimmjow had annihilated him every single round. What's worse is Grimmjow put his character on random to make it easier on Ichigo, still Ichigo had no such luck. He did however find that Bayman was best suited for him. The others were impressive too like Ryu Hayabusa who had just mashed Bayman's face into the wall. One more round Ichigo promised himself, if he didn't win this time he might as well give up. As the character select screen popped up once again Ichigo started to select Bayman and then decided to change his mind. Instead he looked over the characters. He decided on choosing a girl named Kasumi. Grimmjow laughed at this but also decided to choose a girl. Ayane, a girl with short purple hair was his pick. He smiled as if he had already won the match. Ichigo just grunted letting Grimmjow know that he should start the game. Ichigo's mood grew happier as he actually made a dent in Grimmjow's life bar, perhaps he would actually win? He thought to soon. Grimmjow finally found an opening and relentlessly bombarded Ichigo with multitudes of kicks. His life bar drained fast, just a little more and K.O! Ayane's finishing move was just as relentless as her kicks. She ran up Kasumi's body, placing a sturdy foot on Kasumi's shoulder, the other flying back before swinging back planting itself in Kasumi's face, sending her flying across the stage. Grimmjow winning yet another round clearly upset Ichigo. He tossed his controller to the couch. Grimmjow laughed, "Giving up already?" Ichigo really had no talent for the game. The blunet turned off the console and set the controllers on the near-by coffee table. He took a quick swing of his beer.

At the current moment it dawned on the blunet just how late it was, almost midnight. Grimmjow also noticed how close Ichigo had been sitting to him. They sat there in silence, occasionally throwing each other glances. Grimmjow couldn't stop starring at those soft lips of Ichigo's, he hadn't even realized when they moved closer to his. They really did look inviting. Butterflies gently stirred inside the pit of his stomach, quickly growing into a rampaging plague. Their lips met softly –wow they really were as soft as they looked—Ichigo drew even closer to Grimmjow, placing a hand on his strong jaw to deepen the kiss. Grimmjow fought those damned butterflies off and slipped his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, hungry to explore the deep cavern. Their tongues danced back and forth lazily fighting for dominance. Ichigo tasted sweet, with a hint of beer on his tongue. Grimmjow actually enjoyed the odd combination. He caught his breath as Ichigo nipped gently at his bottom lip. Grimmjow had a thing for biting, but he preferred to be the biter. Strangely the motion turned him on coming from someone like Ichigo, he couldn't lie to himself Ichigo was hella attractive.

Ichigo was now hovering over Grimmjow blocking the dim T.V. screen with his body, both his hands cupping Grimmjow's jaw, tilting his head upward. Ichigo hungrily kissed and kissed Grimmjow, he just couldn't satisfy himself. With a deep breath Grimmjow pulled back, his head finally catching up to what his body was doing. Ichigo smiled and leaned back in, his redden lips millimeters away from Grimmjow's before strong arms had successfully immobilized him. For a second Grimmjow had Ichigo pinned to the couch, lust in his eyes.

"Please just leave," Grimmjow whispered a hint of cold in his voice. His face wore an odd expression one of fear, confusion, and something else, something Ichigo couldn't put his finger on. He got up off Ichigo leaving him to lie awkwardly on the couch. The blunet sure did have mood swings at the wrong times. He walked over to the sink in the kitchen and turned on the facet letting the water run for just a moment. Cupping his hands he splashed chilling water all over his face, shaking himself briskly, and then turned the facet off. Ichigo watched Grimmjow turn around now wearing a scowl, an unfriendly one at that, even then in Ichigo's eyes he looked as sexy as ever.

"Leave." Grimmjow stated crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the counter waiting for some kind of reaction from Ichigo. When he displayed none but a confused look on his face Grimmjow marched out of the kitchen grabbing Ichigo's school bag and shoes from near the door. Ichigo cocked an eyebrow as Grimmjow approached him with his stuff. He tossed the things to him, Ichigo caught them clumsily seconds before Grimmjow grasped his arm and lead him to the door. He opened it tossing Ichigo out into the hall like some unpleasant whore, slamming the door behind him. A slight click confirmed that the door had been locked. Ichigo sat up grunting, it was a rough fall to the ground being thrown out like that. He grabbed his scattered shoes and put them on not bothering to tie the laces. Getting up off the carpet he grabbed his bag a stalked out of the hall to the stairwell.

Ichigo walked cursing to himself for not having a jacket with him to protect him from the cold outside air. The wind blew feasting on his warm flesh like a hungry animal. Ichigo still wondered what had gotten into Grimmjow and in his drunken state he was surprised that he even found his way home. Hoping no one was awake, especially his dad, he would get hell for coming home ruffed up and drunk, he opened the door. Thankful that the door's hinges were well oiled, it didn't make a sound. He stalked up to his room, clumsily but not making too much noise. Upon reaching his destination safely, Ichigo stripped of everything but his boxers. Collapsing on his bed rethinking why Grimmjow had thrown such a fit and rudely threw him out like that. Minutes later it hit him: he had just done exactly what Aizen had done. Of course he wouldn't take it well. And what the hell had Ichigo himself been thinking? He was straight and so was Grimmjow, and on top of that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that was rudely avoiding him. Fuck, he felt so terrible, he had actually stooped as low as Aizen had. Should he apologize? Yeah that seemed to be the best idea. Ichigo decided he had done enough for the night and allowed himself to doze off. Tonight turned out far from what he had expected.


A/N: Whew, another chapter complete. Poor Grimm, he just can't figure out what to do with his feelings… eh. Sorry, I did focus a lot on Grimmjow in this chapter I will try to even it out in the next ones, but I just have so many plans for the both of them that I will apologize now for any chapters solely based on the experiences of only one character. Also I think I ought to start developing some of the other… relationships I have planned xD heh, Sorry about the first flash back after re-reading this it seemed to me that it might confuse some, but it happened a long time ago and is basically an explanation for why Grimmjow and Aizen are no longer friends. Lol Aizen is coming off as such a creepish stalker man. opps.

Dead or Alive is actually a fun game to play if you have time I would check it out.

On another note the next chapter will take longer to publish considering just how much I have on my plate, that and I don't have it completely planned out as of now. It's all in my head but it such a disorganized mess. So thanks for your patience if you actually would like to follow my story.

Last but not least, sorry for comparing Ichigo to an "unpleasant whore" he defiantly is not, but to me it was amusing and that's just how I imagined a hoe would be thrown out of a house. Lol. Just so that didn't offend anyone.

Alrighty, please review and thanks for reading,

Mizuki-Hana.