Hello everyone! I know such a quick update but two very nice people reveiwed over night so I felt inspired and gave it a go. I'm trying to keep everyone in character or as much character as they can be under current circumstances. My muses are finally coming back to me! Yay! stupid bitches! Now that I have freakin' finals they feel they can come. Oh well, gives me some more time to seriously procrastinate.

I would like to note one of the reveiwers and say I like the change as well because I don't like Grimmjaw raping Ichigo either. Thats one of the reasons I decided to write this. The only stories I have read of this couple are either of Ichigo getting raped or of the two of them just going at it like rabbits and Thats great for the other authors. I just wanted a change. I'm a hopeless romantic so this will be written by a hopeless romantic in denial. You have been warned.

Finally (I'm sorry longer AN I know... Get over it! Skip it if you like. Whatever) I give cookies to anyone can figure out my logic for titling the chapter as I did. No there isn't any sex in this chapter just mentionings... perverts...


Chapter 2 -Safe sex is the key

Ichigo didn't know where he was going just that he was leaving. Wherever he was, it was huge. The hallways were built so that about four people could walk through them. They also weren't the most maneuverable making Ichigo think he was in a mansion. He had past three bathrooms already and had not seen an exit yet. After a while he was seriously considering just jumping out of a window when suddenly he was in the Kitchen with some very interesting company.

At the kitchen table sat the giant figure of Yammy, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. If that wasn't bad enough, directly in the kitchen was Ulquiorra cutting something. He looked over at Ichigo and gave a very slight smile. Ichigo gaped. What the hell..?

"Morning Kurosaki-kun," Ulquiorra said calmly. He looked at the bed sheet Ichigo was wearing and gave a weary sigh. "Did Grimmjaw destroy your clothes again? Tell him we can't afford to keep buying you clothes or him for that matter…"

Ichigo was back in chaos mode. Ulquiorra was talking to him like a friend. Yammy was reading the newspaper like a regular person. Why the hell weren't any of them trying to kill him? Maybe they still weren't taking him seriously. Ichigo felt a little relief at that thought. It meant escape would be a lot easier.

"Ulquiorra, Stop Ichigo!" Called Grimmjaw from down the hall. Ulquiorra and Yammy both looked up and over at Ichigo. Ichigo didn't waste time. He used flash steps to get to the nearest door but was quickly stopped by Ulquiorra who held him by the arm. He was peering into Ichigo's eyes looking a little disconcerted.

"Kurosaki, what's wrong?" Ulquiorra asked. Ichigo jerked out of his grasp and went down another hall. He ran into the closest room and quickly locked it. Almost immediately afterward there was the jerking of the doorknob making Ichigo jump back from the door. He tripped over something and went flailing backwards and hit his head on the frame of a bed. There was a second of silence on the other side of the door before the relentless pounding came.

"Ichigo are ya alright? Open this door right now!" Grimmjaw said. Ichigo ignored him the best he could but the tone in Grimmjaw's voice made him shiver. He felt more afraid of him like this then he ever did when they were battling it out. Instead he looked around the room. There was a window, suitable for climbing out and – clothes! Ichigo grabbed some newly folded clothes thinking that it looked a lot like clothes he would wear. He threw them on quickly and made his way out of the window. Sliding a little down the roof of the house, Ichigo landed on his feet on the ground and took off running.

Back at the house, Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra had allowed Yammy to break down the door only to find Ichigo had already left. Grimmjaw punched the wall making a giant hole in it.

"Dammit!" Grimmjaw swore. Ulquiorra turned to him.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. He just woke up screaming and acting like we were still enemies."

Ulquiorra turned away and looked at Yammy who looked just confused as the rest of them.

"The kid acted like we were still Arrancar," Yammy thought out loud. Ulquiorra nodded his head in agreement.

"We need to get him back here before he ruins all of our plans. Grimmjaw you go get him, and no molesting him. Yammy and I will stay here and try to contact Shinji and the vaizard." Without another word Grimmjaw took off. He knew exactly where the shinigami was. His reiatsu was like a beacon to any and everyone who could sense it. Within seconds Grimmjaw was in front of a very frustrated, scared, and bewildered shinigami who was so lost in his thoughts he practically fell into Grimmjaw's arms. Before he could react he was right back at the mansion in the kitchen.

Grimmjaw didn't like the look Ichigo was giving anyone in the room at that moment. He was looking at them with confusion and fear. The former arrancar wrapped his arm around the shinigami's lower back and took hold of his chin, forcing him to look up into his eyes. Grimmjaw hated that look. He had seen it directed at him before and decided then he would never be the cause of that look again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Grimmjaw asked thoroughly annoyed. That seemed to put the fighting spirit back into the orange haired shinigami because he immediately fought Grimmjaw's grip and gave him a look of absolute opposition.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you!? Yesterday you were trying to kill me and now your trying to kiss me. I don't know about your arrancar ways but we humans don't do that…"

"Ok, for starters I haven't tried to kill ya. Ya must've had a nightmare or something," Grimmjaw said trying to calm the teenager down. He was still struggling slightly but at least he was listening. "The fact that I was an arrancar in it should have given that away. Now calm the fuck down and think this through! What we're we doing yesterday?"

Ichigo glared at him. "We were FIGHTING!"

"Who!"

"Each other dammit!"

"Ichigo stop thinking about the dream and think! What happened yesterday?"

"I am thinking clearly and I just said it! Stop asking the same damn questions and stop holding me so damn close!"

Grimmjaw growled and held Ichigo even closer so his face was centimeter away from his own. Ichigo felt a bit of de javu from this position and fought it as much as he could. It was difficult as Ichigo could feel himself become lax suddenly. Grimmjaw was massaging the small of his back with his thumb while his hand that had previously been around his chin went and held his wrist and rubbed it slowly. Ichigo had no idea why but for some reason it was calming to him. That didn't matter though. He pushed away from Grimmjaw looking at him like he was crazy.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull but stop trying to molest me," Ichigo snapped. Grimmjaw growled again looking ready to kill something.

"I swear kid, if you don't stop this I beat some fucking sense into you!" Grimmjaw yelled. "I can't believe how easy it is for you to distrust me! One goddamn dream and you act like all three of us are still arrancar!"

Ichigo didn't know what to say. They are arrancar… right? It was then that Ichigo realized none of the arrancar had their masks on and the whole that was usually in Ulquiorra's throat was gone. They also weren't wearing their arrancar uniforms but casual regular clothes. Ichigo's head was in a spin. Was this some kind of trick? What reason's could the arrancar want Ichigo for as to go this far to trick him? Grimmjaw shouldn't be acting like this no matter what. Neither should Ulquiorra. Yammy should be beating the crap out of him right now.

Ulquiorra could sense the boys emotions. He wasn't even bothering covering up. He looked so confused. Ulquiorra was trying to think of a reason why Ichigo would act like this. True a dream might temporarily freak him out, yet the news that Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra, and Yammy were no longer arrancar seemed new to Ichigo. It was like Ichigo didn't remember anything. Ulquiorra stepped forward to break the silence that had formed between all of them.

"Kurosaki-kun, what is the last thing you remember?" Ulquiorra asked, noting Ichigo flinch as he closed the distance.

"I had a fight with an arrancar when Grimmjaw showed up," Ichigo said. Escaping had left his mind temporarily. Right now all he needed to do was calm down as each new piece of information was driving him to the brink of insanity. "We were about to fight when Tousen showed up. Grimmjaw left and I past out."

Grimmjaw paled. Yammy's eyes widened. Ulquiorra… just stood their with a look of understanding on his face like he usually does. "Oh," Was all he had to say before he turned to Grimmjaw and smacked him upside the back of his head.

"Itai! What the hell was that for!" Grimmjaw roared. Ulquiorra looked at him with a calm face, the one that always pissed Grimmjaw off.

"This is probably your fault," Ulquiorra said. "You probably screwed him so hard last night that you gave him a concussion and now he has selective amnesia."

Ichigo paled at that sentence. That was what they came up for this whole big mess. Grimmjaw began yelling at Ulquiorra who simply took it with a dull face. Ichigo was about to say something but was picked up by Yammy. He looked up at the hulking arran..uh… former arrancar who simply placed Ichigo under his arm and began to carry him away. Ichigo felt he should be frightened but was still recovering from the thought that him and Grimmjaw did… whatever last night.

"Sorry, but we have to lure those two away from the kitchen before Grimmjaw starts chucking knives," Yammy answered Ichigo's inquisitive look. "Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra will only leave if your not there." Sure enough, Grimmjaw noticed the disappearance of Ichigo and began slowly walking to the living room where Yammy set the shinigami down. Yammy had put Ichigo on the couch while he had sat in a chair that looked specifically made for him.

"This is not my fault!" Grimmjaw yelled at Ulquiorra. "What kind of pervert to ya have to be to be listening to us anyway?"

"What kind of pervert do you have to be to make Kurosaki-kun sound like that?" Ulquiorra asked still as calm as ever. Ichigo turned a deep shade of red and looked at Yammy. Yammy seemed to read his mind cause he said, "I'm sorry but your kind of in an intimate relationship with Grimmjaw."

Ichigo turned even redder. Intimate relationship; those words rung in his mind like bells. When did that happen? Wait a minute, when did Ichigo no longer think this was a ruse? He had no reason to think other wise. But for some reason Ichigo knew it wasn't. The arrancar … er… former arrancar were acting way to out of character yet they weren't at the same time. Grimmjaw still had the mouth and demeanor of a sailor yet he was holding Ichigo like he really cared. Ulquiorra and Yammy acted protective over both Ichigo and Grimmjaw, it was weird. Even the way Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra fought was different. Usually you could see the cold and bitter loathing between the two where as now it was like an argument about to become violent between brothers.

No this was real, the only problem was Ichigo didn't want to think so.

Suddenly in the mist of his thinking, Ichigo was lifted off the couch and roughly kissed by the teal haired man. Ichigo wasn't prepared at all so his mouth was left open much to the delight of the man who was kissing him. Ichigo felt a tongue in his mouth that instantly went to work to massage his own mouth. Grimmjaw was a good kisser, Ichigo would give him that much and almost moaned into the kiss. Grimmjaw pulled away and Ichigo saw the look in his face. He looked as though he had something to prove.

"Dammit Ichigo remember me," Grimmjaw said. He had grabbed Ichigo around the waist and was doing the messaging thing again. Ichigo flushed and tried to push Grimmjaw away. He only succeeded in having Grimmjaw grab his wrist again. Ichigo half expected for the messaging thing to happen but instead Grimmjaw kissed Ichigo's wrist all the while keeping complete eye contact with him. Ichigo thought he would be the color of a strawberry forever with what was going on. Grimmjaw looked like he was going to take Ichigo right here in the living room in front of Ulquiorra and Yammy. Not wanting that to happen, Ichigo squirmed away from Grimmjaw ending with him falling. He looked up and glared at Grimmjaw. He didn't know why but suddenly he was extremely angry at him. Probably for making him feel like this. He was about to yell something when someone walked in.

"Hey Guys! I'm home!" A girl with unruly short purple hair said. Ichigo looked at her and realized he didn't recognize her at all. She had brilliant whitish-gray eyes, was pale and wearing cut offs, boots and a yellow deep cut t-shirt with a black undershirt. She immediately looked at everyone in the room from over a bag she was carrying. Specifically she looked hard at Ichigo then turned back to Grimmjaw. "What did you do to him now?"

"Shut it bitch," Grimmjaw snapped. "I've had enough of it from the Ulquiorra bitch I don't need it from the Lynn bitch."

"So crass Grimmjaw," The girl said playfully. "I'm amazed Berry-chan can put up with your shit half the time. If I were him I would have kicked your ass by now."

"He did once remember?" Yammy said. The girl stopped and looked up as she reminisced.

"Oh yes that's right. That was when Grimmjaw decided to get vulgar at the dinner table. Ah good time, good times." The girl said. Ichigo looked as though he was about to ask her who the hell she was when suddenly Yammy grabbed the bag from her.

"This is breakfast right?" Yammy asked. The girl frowned at him.

"Yes but I can carry…" She didn't get to finish.

"Good, I'm starving. C'mon Ichigo-kun," Yammy grabbed Ichigo the same way he did before and ran up the stairs ignoring Ichigo's protesting. Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra rounded on the girl named Lynn who gave a confused look at the back of Yammy.

"Whats up with him?" Lynn asked.

"Kurosaki-kun has selective amnesia, Lynn." Ulquiorra said. Her eyes widened and she smacked Grimmjaw.

"You screwed him too hard didn't you? Dammit you perverted bastard!"

Grimmjaw looked livid. "Shut the fuck up! This is not my fault. I would never hurt him you damn bitch!"

Lynn looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure you weren't just caught up in the moment?"

"YES!"

"Enough both of you," Ulquiorra interrupted a little more harshly then intended. Lynn huffed still believing this was Grimmjaw's fault.

"Fine, but how much has be forgot?"

Grimmjaw was the one to answer and suddenly looked very solemn. "He's forgotten the past three months."

Lynn's eyes widened and she looked back and forth at Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra. "Wait, but does that mean he doesn't remember even…"

"No, unfortunately," Ulquiorra interrupted suddenly himself sounding solemn, "Kurosaki-kun does not even remember dying."


Hahahahahaha! I'm evil and I usually do this but its so much easier to end a chapter of a cliffhanger. I will try not to do it but this one I will. I will definitely update when finals are over for both my stories so if you like it so far look forward to it!

-Tsu