A/N: I accidently reviewed this story T_T Long story short, one of my friends was reading it from my laptop and was going to review anonymously (for lack of an account and time to make one), but I was logged in to mine, so it turned out that I reviewed my own story. So, if you see that, just ignore it x]

Anyways, when I was like thirteen, I used to be obsessed with fight scenes and wrote them for fun, which made me fail my English class. I got pretty good of them by the time I reached high school, but dropped the habit/hobby really quickly. There's a brief fight scene in this story. Hope it's okay. And oh, a bit of GrimmUlqui. Don't worry, I'm still staying true to GrimmIchi.

Same warnings as usual. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: New feelings

Ichigo's arms were pulled above his head. They hung lifelessly in loops and chains. His legs were sprawled below his body and his heels were tied loosely to a pole. He felt a wave of nausea whenever he breathed, and his consciousness was aware of the disgusting condition he was in. Nnoitora walked over with a bucket of water. He splashed it over Ichigo's face. It was cold and stiff and felt like ice. The orange head shuddered in his sleep.

"Wake the fuck up already." Nnoitora snarled. "The boss is going to visit you."

Ichigo groaned. His eyes peeked open. He realized that he could not find his arms. "Is this necessary?" He spat.

"Of course it is necessary." It was Aizen. His sleek voice had ringed throughout the room. "Good morning, Ichigo."

"Good morning to you, too, bastard." Ichigo said with darkened eyes. A strong hand flew over his face. His senses were already dulled by the ice water. He couldn't feel anything, didn't know what happened, until a trail of blood dripped down his shirt. It was Nnoitora of course, whose sleeve was now stained with red.

"He's similar to Grimmjow." Aizen remarked. "Wouldn't you say that, Nnoitora?"

Nnoitora groaned. "They both reek of that smell."

There was already a chair arranged for Aizen. He carefully took his seat. "I will contact Grimmjow shortly." He was talking to Ichigo this time. "We will exchange you for something of importance to us, which Grimmjow is in procession of. However, our blue eyed friend is highly incoherent and we can make no trend of his emotions. Hence," His smiles pulled into a large grin. "You will have to persuade him. I will connect the two of you over the phone half an hour later. For now, we will brush up on your acting ability. Nnoitora." The tall man grinned as well. "Do as you wish."

Ichigo's eyes widened in fear. He thrashed in his chains. "You bastard, you don't know Grimmjow at all! He's a heartless and sadistic bastard. He's not going to care about someone like me!"

Aizen smiled and shook his head. "I think it is you who don't understand him. Nnoitora, please begin."

Nnoitora smirked. He walked towards Ichigo and pulled his face in a crushing grip. "Suck me."

Ichigo struggled and pulled his face away. This was somehow familiar. "Fuck, no." A hand lashed into his face. The cut was perfectly straight. He could feel nothing except the eerie fear that his face would split into two. The orange head glanced fearfully towards Nnoitora. The taller man was holding a thin blade between two of his fingers.

"We don't need you in one piece." Nnoitora smiled. "Now, suck me before I cut your balls." He pushed Ichigo's head towards the ground. The orange head winced. He wasn't as drunk as he was that night two weeks ago. The shame boiled in his face stronger than ever before.

Ichigo heard the unzipping of Nnoitora's pants. His member flung through. It was already hard and dripping. Ichigo closed his eyes. He felt Nnoitora's waist near him and the cock dangling beside his lips. The two made contact. Ichigo's lips slowly surrounded the premises and sucked. "You bite and you die." Nnoitora threatened. The thought had not even crossed his mind. The fear here was real, the villains were real and sadistically cruel and there was not an ounce of joke in this atmosphere of utter death.

Disgust overwhelmed Ichigo as he sucked Nnoitora's head. Tears brimmed in his eyes. That only got the taller man more excited. With a thrust, his cock was pushed into Ichigo's throat and the orange head started to gag. He felt a feet stamp his thighs. Nnoitora's voice followed through. "Continue."

Ichigo's throat bubbled with hate. He was almost going to gag. But his body seemed to have understood the position he was it. Gently, he pulled away and sucked dedicatedly at the side. He felt the foot lighten on his legs and, to himself, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, Nnoitora pulled away. "Swallow." Ichigo looked at his with a blank expression. "Swallow, you damn bitch!" His fist flew upwards and knocked Ichigo's chin. The blade was lost amidst his palm and scraped by Ichigo's face. The orange head gritted his teeth. He glared hard into Nnoitora's pitiless eyes.

"I think we can call Grimmjow now."

"Yer a fuckin' bastard, you know that?" Grimmjow said to the blonde man whose face was in his hands. He had two beers in his hands

"I don't want you to tell me that." He sighed.

"Want one, Shinji?" Grimmjow chucked it over. Shinji caught it between his hands. Grimmjow popped the cap with his teeth.

"So, what are we goin' to do with the file? Turn it over to the cops?"

Grimmjow glared. He scowled. "You mad?"

"Fuck no." Shinji said. "I just think it might be time we get our fuckin' hands out of this shit. I want to be an honest business man again."

"You tellin' me you want to settle down?" Grimmjow laughed. "What would you say then, when, after we turn the file over, they ask us how we got it in the first place. They do a little investigation, they'll find out that we were part of all those unsolved cases they have holdin' in their hands. What's next? You'll be behind the bars again. I'll tell them I don't give a fuck, leave, and live aimlessly again. This is fuckin' bullshit."

"They already know." Shinji snapped. "They don't have the proof, so they gave up carin'. This is what we need; Aizen's fingerprints have been on it. The bastard will get jailed." Shinji shot him a disapproving frown. "Okay Grimmjow, what do you suggest?"

Grimmjow took a long drink. "I say." He began dramatically. "We hold it against him. We get back what is ours. We leave this place –."

"You're a fucking retard." Shinji said. "We can run, but can everyone else follow? I want to settle down, you know. And we've been here long enough to get attached. Aizen only has to look through our phone history to pick out his hostages."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Okay, we don't run then. We stay, we fuck him over. We kill him, then we're safe. And I can go back full time to being a sales man."

"You're fucking helpless." Shinji threw up his hands. "You have the brains of a wool rat." Suddenly, Grimmjow's phone started to ring. The wires were popping out all over the place and the entire thing had been rebuilt to ensure that the two could not be tracked. "That ought to be him. Pick it up. Buy us some more time, but don't fuck with him."

"You just shut the fuck and watch me." Grimmjow growled. He answered venomously. "Hello, Sousuke."

Shinji dropped his face in his palms again. Grimmjow never listened. As much as Shinji hated to admit it, his former apprentice has now grown to great heights, especially among the underworld. Grimmjow was practically asking to be shot.

"I saw the note you left me." Aizen said. "I want the file back."

Grimmjow grinned. "I have it, here, with me at the moment. I'm sorry to say this, Sousuke, but I'm growin' attached to it. I'm afraid I can't give it back to you, yet."

"Oh, really?" There was a low laugh. "I found a boy lately, who I have also started growing attached to. His name is Ichigo and he has flaming orange hair. Do you know him?"

Grimmjow's eyes widened. Sweat escalated from his brows. How the fuck did Aizen know about his stay in Karakura town? Byakuya had promised him departure from his criminal life in exchange for a regular job.

"Do you want to speak with him?" Aizen asked. "Or hear him speak, rather?" Aizen pressed a button and activated speaker. Nnoitora's fist flew across Ichigo's face. The orange head grunted in pain. Grimmjow's hands tightened around his cell. He could recognize Ichigo's cry anywhere.

The file burned in Grimmjow's other hand. This was his pass to freedom, to complete his dream life. "Y – You think I gave a fuck about him? He's just a whore I picked up from the streets."

"Do you hear that, Nnoitora – ?"

"You bastard, wait!" Grimmjow screamed.

Aizen chuckled darkly. "I'll give him back in exchange for the file. Meet me in the rundown factory within twenty four hours. I can promise you his safety until then." With a click, Aizen's voice died.

Grimmjow struck his fist against the wall. A dent appeared under the impact. "Fuck!" He cried.

"What the fuck, Grimmjow?" Shinji cried. "What the fuck did he say?"

"Nothing!" Grimmjow shouted. "He needs the file. Do you remember where you put the copies we made?" He started rummaging through the drawers.

"You can't give him that!" Shinji cried. "Their only reference material in case the original copy is lost. It'll take him less than a minute to figure out their fake!"

Grimmjow pushed the entire table open and leapt onto it. "Doesn't matter. If I play it well, he might not notice! Don't underestimate me, ya bastard. I'm the only person who was fuckin' able to escape from there! There's a reason I used to be sexta." He threw open another drawer. "Found it!"

"Grimmjow, you can't just go like that. It'll be too dangerous!"

"Fuck no." Grimmjow snarled. He glared angrily into Shinji's eyes. "It's my fuckin' fault he's in this position, my fuckin' fault that he will never realize the virtues of sex, so its goin' to be me who is getting' him outta this shit. You can go fuck yerself while I'm at it." Grimmjow slammed the door before Shinji could say anything else.

Grimmjow arrived by the run down factory in less than three hours. He was fidgeting. When he was young, before he could support himself, he used to work here, if what he did could be considered at work. He shuddered at the memories. Throughout the years, he had developed a deep and bitter hate towards Aizen. The man was simply disgusting, cruel and mind fucked.

"Grimmjow?" The voice was soft, but deep. "Aizen-sama is waiting for you."

Grimmjow spun around. It was Ulquiorra. "Man, yer still here?" Grimmjow asked seriously. "How the fuck do you put up with sniffin' his shit?"

Ulquiorra was silent towards Grimmjow's unusual question. "The place has changed. It's best you follow me and don't get lost."

Grimmjow followed him through the spirals of the building. Ulquiorra was wrong. Everything was pretty much the same as it was six years ago. "How are you doin' these days?" Grimmjow tried to make talk.

"I have been fine." Ulquiorra was, for the most part, uninterested. Aizen was in fact waiting for them. The green eyed man bowed to Aizen's presence. "Grimmjow has arrived."

Aizen was less welcoming. "Where's the file?"

"Up yer ass." Grimmjow snarled. The very look of the man etched hate in his soul. His stoic, compassionless smirk. His heart bred of greed. Those power lusting eyes. Whilst glaring, Grimmjow opened his jacket and withdrew the folder containing the file. "Where's the kid?"

"Here. Nnoitora." From the shadows, Nnoitora emerged. He was holding a struggling, beat up and bleeding Ichigo in his arms. Grimmjow's anger flared. His hate for the taller man and Aizen surged. Grimmjow took big steps towards Nnoitora. "The file first."

Grimmjow threw the packet of paper towards Aizen. It scattered on the other man's lap. Grimmjow darter towards Ichigo and ripped him away from Nnoitora's grip. He placed Ichigo's head in his lap and gently caressed his face. "Kid, kid!" He cried. "Are ya alive?"

Ichigo stirred slightly. He had the weirdest notion. Grimmjow was holding him. He opened his eyes and caught a mass of blue. "Fuck … off." He said with a small smile. Then, he felt Grimmjow's arm tighten around him and the other's lips fall into a gentle kiss. "I'm not a fuckin' kid."

Grimmjow smiled. He licked his fingers and began cleaning Ichigo's face. His eyes scanned over the cuts and bruises. Anger boiled in the pits of his heart. "What the fuck did they do to you?"

Ichigo was beyond coherent words. He clutched onto Grimmjow's shirt and breathed in his scentless aroma. "You came back, for me." He whispered.

"Of course, you dumbass." Grimmjow said. "I'm goin' to take you out of here." Grimmjow picked Ichigo from the ground bridle style and walked towards the exit. "We're leavin', Sousuke. You got yer file, I got the kid."

"Not so fast." Aizen said. "I want you to read it with me."
"The file?" Grimmjow's hands tensed around Ichigo's waist. "That's top secret shit. I don't want to get pulled into yer crap again. We're leavin'."

Aizen waved his hand. A couple of men blocked Grimmjow's entrance. "It's the least you can do, after disappearing for six years and then showing up again with my most prized treasure."

"I already read it." Grimmjow said. "I couldn't make a damn word out of it, but I read it. Just let me take the kid to the hospital first, alright? You guys don't fuckin' know how to treat a guest."

"Do you know what we did to ShawLong?"

"ShawLong?" Grimmjow's anger rose to his throat. Only Ichigo's limp body reminded him that they had to leave. "He's still here?"

"Grimmjow, don't play stupid." Aizen chided. "I know that ShawLong was the one who stole this file." He waved it casually in the air. "ShawLong was very close to you. It is likely that he passed this to you moments before his death. If you won't read it with me, I will have to read it myself." Aizen withdrew a crisp sheet of paper. "But it seems as if that our culprit didn't even copy the signature correctly. Seize them."

A lot of people stepped from the shadows. They made a circle around Grimmjow and Ichigo. The blue haired men tensed. He still recognized some of them, men who always tried, but could never rise. Aizen loved those kinds of underlings the best. Grimmjow carefully shifted Ichigo's weight onto one arm. He reached into his jacket pocket and drew a long blade. He carefully took it out of its sheath.

"You're using Pantera." Aizen mused. "You told me you threw it away. Let's make this more interesting. Since Grimmjow is being such the gentleman to show you his prized blade, let's put away all our guns and show him who is better with the knife. But do not drop it. He might pick it up." Of course, they listened, without a single objection.

"Yer a bastard." Grimmjow said. One of the nameless antagonists rushed forward with their blade. Grimmjow caught the hilt in his hands and snapped his wrist. A crunching sound leaked and echoed around the room. Grimmjow's leg spun around and knocked the man several feet away. Another charged. Grimmjow gathered Ichigo's legs and dodged the strike. The henchman struck again. Grimmjow rushed Pantera into his guts. He fell onto the ground, clutching his abdomen.

The rest came in pairs. Grimmjow kept switching the orange head from hand to hand. He used his free hand to attack and his legs to defend. He moved fast, out of harm's way for his opponents to attack each other instead. Very soon, they were laid onto the ground, unable to rise.

"There's a reason why I made you sexta." Aizen said. "You've improved. But so has the others. Ulquiorra. Nnoitora."

Nnoitora stepped forward first. He yearned for a good fight. "Drop the kid. I'm going to cut through both of you."

Grimmjow gritted his teeth. He felt rage crash upon him like waves into the water. He had always despised Nnoitora's cowardly ways. Now, he had more reason to hate. One glance at Ichigo, shriveled up his arms, was able to send Grimmjow onto a demon's rampage. He carefully laid Ichigo onto the ground and turned his attention towards Nnoitora.

Grimmjow walked silently towards his opponent. Pantera was gleaming under the artificial light. It longed for more blood. He glared angrily into Nnoitora's eyes. He watched as Nnoitora drew his weapon, a scythe of some sort. Nnoitora made the first move. He charged towards Grimmjow and swept the scythe at his feet. Grimmjow lifted one leg and crushed it onto the weapon. His other feet quickly followed through and flew towards Nnoitora's face. The taller man caught it between his hands. "Never use your feet, Grimmjow." Nnoitora breathed as he twisted Grimmjow's leg into the air. Grimmjow gritted his teeth and stuck Pantera between the loose floor boards. He gripped onto its hilt. His left leg left Nnoitora's scythe and charged directly at the man's face.

Nnoitora was caught off guard. He tried to dodge, but was a second too late. The kick connected with the bridge of his nose. He lost his balance and stumbled onto the ground. Grimmjow took a furious offensive. Nnoitora quickly dropped onto the ground and rolled away.

"That was for Ichigo." Grimmjow growled. They were standing less than ten feet away.

Nnoitora stood and wiped a trail of blood from his nose. "You're in love with him." He mocked. "You have grown soft, Grimmjow."

"And that's none of yer fuckin' business!" Grimmjow charged forward with Pantera. He struck towards Nnoitora's shin. The taller man twisted his body around and the blow was evaded. While Grimmjow was lost in his offense, Nnoitora's fist flew across his face. There was no pain, just an empty eerie feeling as if an entire half of his face was gone. "What the fuck?" Grimmjow muttered.

Nnoitora grinned. He opened his palm. There was a thin blade inside. "You don't remember, hm?"

"Bastard." Grimmjow swore. He grabbed Nnoitora's wrist and raised it above his head. Nnoitora's other hand snaked through and struck Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow's feet flew upwards and landed on Nnoitora's chest. He used it to kick away and decrease the impact from the taller man's fist. By the same action, both men fell onto the ground.

Grimmjow's fist flew into Nnoitora's face. The image of Ichigo still burned in his mind. Nnoitora defended with his arms. He couldn't get a good hit. They would have gone on killing each other, if Aizen had not asked them to stop.

"Get up."

Nnoitora rose, though his body burned with reluctance. Grimmjow rose as well. He was still infuriated inside, but Nnoitora had ceased all physical aggressiveness. It made him slightly scared on how powerful Aizen's words were to these people.

"Grimmjow, I do not regret making you my sexta." Aizen said. "But I do regret letting you become reckless and overly confident in your abilities. Do not underestimate me. This is the last chance you have. Go back now and retrieve the real file."

"What the fuck happened to your face?" Shinji asked when Grimmjow came back. "I was going to get you, until you called. I'm fucking surprised, if I may say again, that you managed to return the alive. What the fuck happened?"

"Cut the crap, Shinji." Grimmjow said. He fell onto the bed. "I need the real file."

"Grimmjow!" Shinji cried. "We broke our way out of jail after knowing that you secured the god damn thing. Do you know what it means to us, how important it is? We can challenge Aizen with it, like you said – !"

"Shut the fuck up." Grimmjow's voice was damp. "I want him back already."

"Who, what the fuck are you talking about?" Shinji cried.

"Ichigo. I want Ichigo back." Grimmjow muttered.

"Ichigo? The same guy you've been muttering in your dreams?"

"Yeah," Grimmjow sighed. "That one."

"Grimmjow, you have to think reasonably about it. Aizen's not a man of honesty. He's not going to let us go right after he takes the file."

Anger pounded at Grimmjow's chest. "You just don't give a fuc – !"

"What I suggest." Shinji interrupted. "Is that we raid the place tonight. Before they kill your damn strawberry. We have enough people to make a break and enter. I'll hold them off; you save your lover. Come on, agree with me, here. This is the kind of rash and senseless idea that you love best."

Grimmjow grinned. "Let's go now."

"Way to take advantage of the fact that I don't give a shit about our lives." Shinji scowled. He started walking towards the door. "You restock on every fucking thing you need. I've reorganized the drawers. There are some extra bullets in the top left hand drawer. I'm going to get a cab."

They took the long way this time. The factory was in front of a pitch of trees. The two men waded through the forest to get to the back. As always, there was someone standing guard. This guy, though, was half asleep. A little girl stood beside him, complaining.

"We're lucky today." Grimmjow grinned. "Sousuke's running out of sub coordinates." As he began his approach, Shinji held out his arm.

The blonde scowled. "This is Aizen we are talking about. He's a manipulative, cold hearted bastard. This entrance is very important. He's not going to put just anyone on the job. There's got to be something this man's got."

"You have a fuckin' explanation for everythin'." Grimmjow said. "So, Einstein, what do you suggest we do?"

"I'll distract them. You run in." Shinji said as if it was the best plan in the world.

"You fuckin' idiot. That was what I was gettin' at." Grimmjow snarled. "You be careful though, since yer so damn worried."

"Don't worry about me. I've been studying Aizen for thirteen years now."

"Alright, Bastartologist, make yer move."

Shinji strutted several yards away from Grimmjow and neared the building. A guard walked towards him. "This building is off – !"

"I don't give a fuck." Shinji's hand flew threw. He was holding his gun. The man crumpled onto the ground. From close by, the little girl waved a finger. She pulled her partner's sleeve, but he was still fast asleep, so she just gave up and dashed to challenge Shinji by herself.

Shinji raised his gun towards her. He wasn't going to shoot but, it seemed, her friend took no chances. A hand instantly materialized beside his weapon. The ranger's eyes were open. The blonde grinned. Grimmjow had an open route now.

Meanwhile, Grimmjow dashed through the entrance and hid in the corners to wait until a small flock of people passed by. He hit the stairs afterward and raced towards the room Ichigo was held captive in. The orange head's image brimmed in his mind. His heart pounded with guilt and longing.

"Hello, trash." Tiny footsteps sounded behind him. "You're back already?"

Grimmjow spun around. "Ulquiorra." He addressed.

"Do you have the file?" Ulquiorra asked. His eyes were silent and drained of emotions. Grimmjow couldn't stand his sight.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Grimmjow snapped. "You weren't like this six years ago. You laughed like a bastard, talked like one, and you annoyed the shit out of me with yer stupid discoveries about birds and bees! What the fuck did Sousuke do to you?"

Ulquiorra glared. "You have a bad memory, Grimmjow. The entire time, I was asking you to politely shut the fuck up."

"I see you have missed me." Grimmjow said casually. He ran a hand through his hair. His shirt was already torn open from the way here. They had shared a past, a quite loving one at that. "Are you goin' stop me this time?"

"Why are you going to save the boy?" Ulquiorra asked. His face was still emotionless, but Grimmjow knew what he was thinking. "What is so good about him?"

"A lot of little things." Grimmjow said. "Top one bein' me. It's my fuckin' fault he's in this dirty business and so naturally I'm goin' to get his ass out of it."

Ulquiorra closed the distance between them. "Why did you leave?"

"Got tired of suckin' ass." Grimmjow said. Of all things and similarities they shared, Grimmjow never understood why a bright man like Ulquiorra couldn't understand the simple fact that they were being used. "What made you stay?"

Ulquiorra glared. "Don't avoid my question. You disappeared over night. The day before, you promised me something. You said that you would stay by my side forever. The next day, I woke up to the news of your disappearance. You became a wanted criminal over night."

"Quit yer bitchin'." Grimmjow said. "I had my reason, you had yers. Let's leave it at that. Let me pass."

"No." Ulquiorra said flatly.

"Look, I got a friend dying out there because of me. I got one dying in here because of what I did. Why don't you – ?"

"You seem to have a lot of friends." Ulquiorra said bitterly. His emotions were wearing through. "But, myself, I could never forget the trash that was you."

"Quit callin' people trash." Grimmjow snapped. "Stop bein' so fuckin' sophisticated. You think I forgot you, all these years? Fuck no."

"Then, why the fuck are you going to save this kid?" Ulquiorra demanded. "You're going to fight me, your best friend for the last thirteen years, just for a kid you couldn't have known longer than two."

"That's why I'm tellin' you to move!" Grimmjow cried. "I don't want to fight ya, Ulqui." He walked towards Ulquiorra and brushed his lips gently against his. "I ain't lyin' when I say that."

Okay, so how was it? As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading~