A/N: Okay, I totally forgot. Thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites. Maa, enjoy~!

Hime-twin~! I hope you enjoy this chappy too… It always is just too much fun teasing you and leaving you hanging. *smirks like Shiro*

Oh! Hey! Hey! Hey! Who read the latest Bleach chappy? Anyone saw that suspicious looking arm with the 3/4 sleeves of an Arrancar? Yep, I am almost 100 percent positive that it's Grimmjow(almost because we all know how Tite Kubo likes to throw curveballs at us unsuspecting readers)! Like, finally! RAWR! Tite Kubo is such a troll, show us the full Grimmjow alreadyyyyyyyyy~! \(TwT)/


Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor Concrete Garden.

Warning: Incestuous theme, shounen-ai. (...that's about it i think?)


Angels Do Exist

Chapter 3: I Have A WHAT?

'So annoying.' Was the first thought that came to his mind.

He was having his daily siesta just before he took his dinner, when someone kept on shouting, calling out his name. Calling out to him.

'Heh. Maybe I should eat that person…' Grinning to himself, he ignored the person who was obviously searching for him, while continuing to savor his cigarette.

'Gahhhhh… Hope I stumble upon this guy soon. This place is starting to feel like a deserted Jumanji…' Upon hearing such a thought, Grimmjow was brought out of his reverie, amused that someone actually dared to go look for him, alone at that. He couldn't help but think if he had forgotten something, or they were just rewarding him a free fresh meal— the staff, on the rare times they did visit him, were always in groups of three… Not that he couldn't easily get rid of them, 'power in numbers' just didn't apply to him, they were merely humans after all, but they did serve their purpose. Call it a mutually beneficial relationship.

"Grimmjow-san! Grimmjow-san! Hn… I wonder where he could be…" The voice was ultimately getting closer, and moving as though in instinct, he quickly stretched both his legs out as far as they would go and waited quietly. After a few seconds, a burst of orange suddenly flashed in front of him, before he felt a dull bump against his lower leg, and the orange dropped down in a blur, seemingly merging with the viridian grass.

"Ah… Iteeeee... What the hell was that… Ouch…" The moan of pain couldn't keep his wide grin from forming in amusement at the youth who had just literally 'stumbled' upon him. 'Well, at least he got his wish.' He quietly snickered to himself.

'How the hell did I miss seeing such a huge guy?!'

'How… Cute. This guy is infinitely interesting… Oh, wait… Could he possibly be?'

As he saw the orange-haired teen gaping at him, looking very much like a kicked puppy startled awake, he decided to break the ice and introduced himself.

"I am Grimmjow."


"Ah… My name is-" The boy had started introducing himself, but Grimmjow interrupted before he could finish.

"I know. Yer Kurosaki Ichigo, yeah?" Not waiting for a response, he continued on excitedly.

"The one and only grandchild of the legendary Rantao." Extending his hand to help the boy up, he changed his mind in the last minute and decided to just prop the orange-haired male to straddle his lap. Still holding the boy in his arms, Grimmjow couldn't help but think how fragile the boy seemed to be, despite his firm built.

"Oh, you know grandma?" The boy queried, surprised and a little taken aback by how Grimmjow had positioned him, but relented nonetheless.

"Heh, yeah. Like close acquaintances… She was my creator after all." Biting the cigarette between his teeth as he moved to stand up to his full height while still holding the younger man secured in his arms, Grimmjow eyed the boy. Noticing the confused expression on Ichigo's face, he queried the other's apparent surprise, only to find out that the kid did not yet know anything about why he was really 'invited' onto the Soul Society.

Reluctantly releasing his 'captive' when Ichigo began to squirm and blush in unease, Grimmjow sighed to himself in disdain and slight irritation at the irresponsibility of the person who briefed Ichigo, '… And a wonderful job they did in informing him of their true intentions…', he shook his head in an attempt to brush it off as nothing more than a twisted sense of amusement.

"Well, I'll give ya the basic explanation of yer job 'ere, but as for the rest o' the details, go an' ask yer handler, or superior, or whatever ya call the person in-charge of ya... Who is it anyway?" He added as an afterthought, trying to understand how Ichigo came to be so unprepared for such a situation.

"Why that idiot Urahara…" Cursing the man under his breath in annoyance at his uncle's flippant attitude, he jerked in surprise at the sudden boisterous laughter that erupted from the blue-haired giant.

"BWAHAHAHA! URAHARA?! SERIOUSLY? AS IN URAHARA KISUKE?! HAH! NO WONDER YA DIN' FIND OUT ANYTHIN'! AHAHAHA!" Clutching his stomach as he laughed his heart out, it was evident that Grimmjow was forcing himself to calm down enough to talk properly at least without suddenly bursting into laughter again.

Seeing a nerve pop on the kid's forehead in annoyance, Grimmjow coughed to clear his throat and slowly wiped his tears off, rubbing his chest in an attempt to comfort after his raucous laughter.

'GAHHHHHHHH! ANO BAKA YAROU... That. STUPID. IDIOTIC. Uncle. Of. Mine. Is. Definitely. DEFINITELY. Gonna. Get. It. Later… I'LL MAKE SURE OF IT.'

'Ahhh… How troublesome. Now I really do have to explain all the basics at least… Pfft… No wonder he looks so lost… His 'uncle' eh… Ahahaha… Hah. Ah… Hn? His uncle? Oh shit. Let's hope he's nothing like that crazy old blonde. But, oh well, a fresh meal is always welcome.'

Licking his lips with the thought of devouring the boy, his attention was diverted by something more interesting.

'Woah, cool. Blue hair and eyes… And is that a jawbone on his cheek? I wonder how he's able to eat or bathe with that… Hn… guess he also brushes it like how one brushes their teeth…? Well, it does move while he's talking… Wonder if he can remove it like a mask, it doesn't seem to be attached to something… Can't believe granny made him… What was she thinking altering his DNA like that?! But… It's not too bad I guess? He's… kinda hot…'

Watching the boy blush at his own thoughts, he couldn't help but give a lecherous grin, amused at the youth's thought process.

'STOP. Okay. Shit. What the hell am I thinking! Did I just ogle a man? Or a… What IS he anyway? I don't think he's a full human by the looks of him… Maybe a half-man… Uh… Nah, definitely not a HALF anything… He's all full male and a beautiful specimen at that… DAMMIT! Get a hold of yourself Kurosaki Ichigo! Still… I sure do hope I'm not drooling right now…'

'I wonder what you'd do, Kurosaki Ichigo, once you find out that I can clearly hear your thoughts… Maybe I just won't let you know though, this is just so much fun…'

Dusting off his white jacket, Grimmjow continued to listen in on Ichigo's thoughts, grinning happily the whole time.

'Wow… I'd sure do love to have a body like that, though… It's not bulky like those ads with steroid-overloaded men, but firm and lean… I wonder how it'd be like to the touch… Gah! I'm doing it again! Wait. No. It's totally fine to look at his body, Kurosaki Ichigo. Even though it's just his bare chest— which he is covering with that bolero-like thingy which thankfully doesn't help cover any of that beauty… Yes, you're just giving this beautiful specimen its proper appreciation by looking, so just look all you want… Maybe as covertly as possible… I'll bet he's got a nice ass too… Shit, this is sooooo embarrassing! Why am I thinking all these thoughts anyway? This is so not like me! For the nth time, get a hold of yourself Ichigo!'

'Heh, he's not too bad himself. I guess this type of crazy is fine… First time someone thought such a thing about me though, would definitely love to have him around… Such an effective ego booster… Wouldn't mind 'eating' him either… But I guess I'll have to wait for that to happen…'

Snorting to himself, Grimmjow resolved himself to retain the seriousness for the moment, just so he could at least explain some things to Ichigo, to prevent the kid from being overly shocked later on once he discovers just exactly what he is working with after having interacted with the subject and having no protection at all.

"Have you heard of the angel genes?" Switching to proper speech, Grimmjow watched as recognition of the topic lit Ichigo's intelligent brown eyes, before an actual nod was given in response.

"Well, basically, your grandma worked on that project to develop the remaining angel genes found, to prevent my kind from going extinct. However, for that to work successfully, there had to be a compatible egg donor- one of which was found out to be your mother, Masaki. So, think of me as something like an older half-brother, I guess. That's also one of the reasons why I had asked them to bring you here, so that I could finally get to meet my cute little brother… You don't have to be alone anymore, Ichigo. I'll be with you forever." Smiling gently at the tangerine-haired youth, Grimmjow gently grasped his hand, bringing it closer to his lips, and placed a light kiss on it, all the while their eyes not leaving each other's- as if in understanding that a silent promise was just made between them.

'OHMYGOODNESS! Despite how handsome he is… Did I really just ogle my own brother? My OWN REAL brother? Damn, I have a brother? SHIT. FUCK. SHIT. I JUST OGLED MY BROTHER! AHHHHHH! WHAT. THE. HELL. AM. I… I really still can't believe such a beautiful person could be related to me! He's got such fair skin, with those lovely sky blue hair and eyes, we're like direct opposites! Ah, dammit! I'm doing it again! Stop ogling your BROTHER, Ichigo! Gahhhh…'

Quietly chuckling at Ichigo's currently raging internal turmoil, Grimmjow tuned into the younger male's thoughts more intently at hearing a shift in the other's tone.

'But what he said… I'm not… alone anymore? Ah, this is bad, I can't be falli- ah. I mean, fawning! Yes, I can't be fawning over my own brother! You only fawn over girls right? Sisters definitely count, but brothers? Nah… Even if he's got those gorgeous eyes that can just make you melt like at his feet like a gooey puddle OF FEAR! Yes, make you melt all gooey in fear! Shit, what the hell am I thinking…'

Viewing himself doing a mental face-palm, and with a dark blush staining his cheeks, probably permanently with the way his thoughts were flowing, Ichigo continued to gaze openly at Grimmjow, hand falling limp from the kiss placed on it not too long ago, eyes still remaining trained on each other, as if hypnotized.

Until Ichigo broke it with a blink and a scrunching of his eyebrows, frowning slightly in wonderment.

'Well… he might be handsome and all… but are angels supposed to look like thugs…?'

At that follow-up thought, Grimmjow once again barked in laughter. "Yer cute, Strawberry."

And hell ensued.


"My, my. Seems like your reputation precedes you, Kisuke." The tall, mouse-brown haired scientist averted his sight from the big monitor showing Grimmjow and Ichigo's interaction and smirked in amusement at the said scientist, his mischief evident in the glint of his eyes, unblocked despite the thick glasses he wore.

"No need to rub it in, Sousuke. I feel bad enough doing this to Masaki and Isshin's only child, and seeing his face like that, I feel like I've just dug my own grave…" Shuddering at the thought of what retribution awaited him at the hands of his 'nephew', he gave a light glare towards his lab partner, but the look was ultimately ruined by his pout- which Sousuke just KNEW he had on, despite the ever-present paper fan covering half of his face.

"Heh, aren't we all? Ever since we signed up for this project, it feels as though we've become imprisoned by our own efforts to attain peace and freedom." Smile turning forlorn, Sousuke brushed his hair back loosely with his fingers, a stubborn lock falling back on his forehead- a habit of his whenever he begins to feel agitation- sighing as if the very thought of what they were doing was a million-ton load on his back.

A moment of silence took over as the scientists watched the pair on the monitor tackling each other on the grass like puppies, with Ichigo currently on top of Grimmjow, holding him down effectively. Usually, such moves of aggression immediately resulted in a restraining or rescue alert for the ship's security crew, however, with the unusually friendly and playful grin donned by the blue-haired man, they had decided to let it pass in favor of just continuing to observe passively.

He might appear to be in a disadvantageous position, but Grimmjow is definitely anything but. It was all an act, a deceptive appearance to encourage the orange-haired man to drop his defences. Had Ichigo known the full truth about him, Urahara doubted he'd be foolish enough to willingly go anywhere near the residence facility of the 'angel'. Although there's a chance that he would be naïve enough to do so, especially once he found out about their relationship. Ichigo firmly believed in building strong family ties, and Grimmjow was definitely blood-related, nevermind the other… minor details of how that came to be.

"You do remember why this vessel has been called the Soul Society, right? Because those who had signed up to work here are all forever restrained, only freed after death- which sometimes, does not even happen…" Intelligent, sharp eyes were once more directed towards Kisuke, their gaze so clear, it seemed to penetrate straight through the deepest secrets kept in his soul.

"Well, Ichigo is finally here… Let's hope his presence will be beneficial to our cause." Raising his head, body language set in a determined stance, the mood in the observation laboratory turned solemn as if sensing the already fragile hope placed on the youth who had just arrived.