I watched the kid try to calm his breaths, his mind probably going a mile a minute thinking of what could have happened that his dear brother had this large amount of drugs locked away in their home. "I'm gonna call the station-" "NO! No, Grimmjow please... Hold on!" He practically threw himself at me, clutching my hand in both of his, those brown eyes were so stressed I thought he might pop a vein.
"tch, listen kid. When something like this happens, you gotta call it in. There's nothing you can do." I snap, trying to shake him off me.
He licked his lips, and looked straight at me, as if his eyes were searching the inside of my soul "Grimmjow." he said quietly, giving my hand a squeeze "please, my brother isn't a smuggler. He never touched drugs in his life."
I leveled his gaze, narrowing my eyes at him. I felt his hands go clammy holding mine. Seriously, what the fuck does this kid think I am?
"let go of my hand kid." I growl. My free one reaching for the cuffs in my back pocket slowly.
He panicked again, his eyes grew even wider and he pleaded "PLEASE! Grimmjow! I'll sort this all out! He's innocent! I swear! This will ruin him! I'm begging you, let me explain!"
My brow arched "explain what? That suitcase full of coke that you just now found out about?" I mocked him, my hand clutching at the metal.
Tan arms shot up to hold my shoulders harshly, the motion desperate, he knows there's no negotiating with me. I don't give a flying fuck about what he says, because he knows as much as I do, which is NADA, squat.
"I'll do anything! Just give me a couple of minutes, you'll understand! I'll do any-ah!"
I cut him off, grabbing the hand that clutched my shoulder and swiftly turning him around, slamming his body into the wall in front of him and bringing his arm behind his back painfully. My body pressed against his so he won't escape.
"shit! Argh, you fucker!" he thrashed.
I leaned into him, holding his arm in a powerful grip as I sneered into his ear "I'm gonna detain you, until you calm the fuck down." he heared the soft click and cold metal clasp around his wrists and cursed again.
"what the fuck?!"
"shut up. Now listen, I'm gonna call the station so they could try and trace the source of your brother's stash. And you're gonna sit quietly if ya wanna get these off." I pull on the chain that connects the rings restraining his hands. Pushing him in front of me, I led him to the bathroom and trapped the cuffs around the plumming that stuck out of the sink. The orange haired kid pulled at me, but didn't say anything more except look at me with eyes filled with so much venom it's like he tried to make my skin burn with their toxicity.

"Gin, hey. I need a couple o' guys to check the apartment for fingerprints and trace something."
I called Gin and explained the situation, he said he'll be right over and that I should probably get Kurosaki out of the apartment by the way he was acting. We can't let him get in the way of collecting the evidence. I agreed. Making my way back to the bathroom I found Kurosaki still glaring at me.
"we gotta go, they need to search your brothers room and probably your entire place."
I mutter the explanation as I uncuff him and offer him a hand up. He refused, slapping my outstretched hand away from him and getting up on his own, he looked at me again.
"if Shiro goes to jail because of this, I will make you pay." his voice was filled with bottled rage, the hate evident in his posture - tense shoulders and painfully balled up fists.
"if Shiro did what it looks like he did, he deserves to go to jail." I leveled with him, answering as a matter of fact. Then, his hand came so fast I didn't get the chance to stop him. My ears rang with the collision of his slap, my face snapped to the side painfully. Shit, that hurt. I brought my hand up towards my lips, touching them tenderly. Yep, blood. I confirm as I look at my scarlet covered fingertips. Slowly my hearing went back to me, and I heard the breath go in and out of Kurosaki, my eyes trailed up to reach his face. He didn't look shocked, but he didn't look pleased also, nor did he look scared that he assaulted a police officer while many others are on their way over. He was still angry, no, not angry, frustrated. I licked my bloodied lips and wipe the bit of crimson that fell out of them.
"let's go." I said casualy, stepping out of the stuffy bathroom and gratefully hearing soft footsteps following me.

We drove to a motel, I explained that he wouldn't be able to stay in his house so he took a backpack with him, the police station getting the money to pay for his stay as a potential target. Because we don't know if the drugs are Shiro's or not, we don't know if someone is after them. That's why we gotta keep an eye on Kurosaki, so we won't have to deal with a hostage situation. The orange haired kid of course did not respond to me, keeping me out of his eyesight until the very end. As I walked him to his room, I handed him the key.
"this is it." I mutter as he walks in. He turns towards me, his eyes were drilled to the ground but I could see he made effort to make them reach mine.
"I fucking hate you." he spat quietly and then slammed the door in my face. My lips pressed into a hard line as I looked at the shut door, I nodded my head as I think this over in my mind. This is for your own good Ichigo.

"fucking finally." I mumble as I hear the voice of my doctor on the phone.
"yes, nice to hear from you too Grimmjow." I sigh out "Yourichi, I'm out of fucking meds. I've tried to call you for over a week! What the fuck?" this no sleeping and only zoning out thing is draining me of my soul, I'm desperate.
I got a sigh as an aswer and a scolding "you're abusing the medication I give you Jaegerjaquez, I've given you enough to last you another week from now. You're starting to become addicted." "I need to sleep. Please, I'll try to manage my dosage." this scenario is starting to remind of on other one, I shake my head.
The line was silent for a while before she rummaged through some papers "okay, listen, I cannot give out any more of these, you know it's all written down in your file. If I give you any more people will think that I'm trying to help you commit suicide, you'll have to wait through this week, and manage the amount of pills you pop into your body before you drop dead on me Grimmjow. I'm saying this not just as your doctor but as someone that cares."
I let my eyes close as dread fills my body, I know she's right. But I can't do this right now, it's bad enough that if she'll find out about my drinking problem I know for certain she'll cut me off the meds. I can't push it, I need her to see that I can hold on.
I swallow my spit "okay, You're right. I'll come over in a week."
She sighed again, I couldn't tell if it was out of relief or that she isn't buying my facade of taking care of myself "yeah, come see me." she ended the call.
"fuck."

I found myself in a very common position, sitting on the couch and drinking with the intent of passing out. Somehow Kurosaki's brown eyes haunted my liquor filled mind, the way he acted, how he was so fucking sure that his brother is this some sort of saint. He dosen't know shit, the world isn't what it looks like, and people always deceive you. Taking advantage of you kindness, or you shoulder to lean on, then you find yourself being pushed down until you drown. You can't let that happen. Kurosaki can't let that happen to him.
Poor kid.
I take a hefty swig of the cheap scotch to hush these prodding thoughts. It didn't help. "fucking kid. Fucking Yourichi." I'm just so tired all the time, I can't let my body rest because my mind is always running around, over working, over thinking. The kid looked at me with such malice, it actually took me a little by surprise, though I didn't show it. I need to find out whats going on with Shiro Kurosaki, that way maybe I could get a good night's sleep until I'll get my pills. I get up and wobbly walk to my desk to retrieve the case file.
Okay, I know that Shiro was a troublesome kid, and I say that VERY VERY lightly, plus he hangs around with the Hollows. Another bad sign. I think Kurosaki said something about him being especially close to one of them. Nnoitora. Nnoitora, that's who I need to talk to, who would have known that these pitiful street rats were slinging cocain. Didn't think they had it in them honestly. I don't think I should bring the kid with me over to him, can't let him know that he's the one that involved police into this, plus it looked like the orange haired brother didn't take a liking to Nnoitora as much as his less colorful one. Let's hope this'll give us the answers we need kid.

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Thanks for reading, I know this chapter was a bit short but I wanted to keep it on topic, hope you enjoyed this chapter y'all.