Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or its characters, Tite Kubo does; I do what I do out of fun and I make no money from writing this.

WARNING: Yaoi smut danger for this chapter, straight for later and some nastier violence will be included later too.

BLEACH: Mission Impossible

Chapter 3

"Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed" ~Bhagavad Gita

Grimmjow dropped Ichigo's heavy body onto his bed and plopped down beside him, his shoulders hunched and his beautiful blue eyes gloomy and dark. He watched the lifeless form beside him, disgusted of how he wasn't breathing and yet still alive and mostly just disgusted how he could jump out of his body and do as he pleased.

He hated this feeling of being locked up. He was a wild animal, dammit, he was FREE! And Kurosaki had him locked into this damn thing for good…

…well…

…at least he wasn't killed.

Which was good, considering he had been scared shitless of dying anyways…

He sighed, grumbling to himself as he waited for Ichigo to come back and hoping the megane-baka didn't get to do anything with him that HE wanted to.

Ichigo meanwhile caught up with Ishida's hirenkyaku and ended up stumbling in through his window after him into a small, neat apartment. He paused as he looked around and was shocked to notice that it was the first time ever he's been to Ishida's place.

Everything smelled of Ishida here… of some flowery fabric softener, some light and warm citrus scent that must've been his cologne (perfume?) and a little of antiseptic even.

It… was a nice smell, Ichigo noted. And tried not to be overwhelmed by it all.

"Akk! Let me go! Let me go this instant!" The shell-shocked woman just realized she should be struggling against her abductor and Ishida gently placed her down on his bed.

Briefly, Ichigo noted he did not like it that god-knows-who was sitting on Ishida's pretty bed.

Looking closely upon the woman, he was shocked himself, though. He flinched back when their eyes met and he frowned.

She had long, wavy brown hair that reached down to the middle of her back and her eyes were gently slanted and softly cut, the shape eerily like Ishida's own. Her nose was soft and small, her skin pale and her body well-trained…

The color of her eyes a sickly, almost white, pale blue… with an unnatural force hidden behind them, something Ichigo hasn't seen in any of his opponents yet.

"Who're you?!" The woman barked, her voice snarling and rough, but obviously forced to be like that in a show of power.

Ishida stood there, staring for a long moment at the woman's face before kneeling in front of her and beginning to check her injuries. He took out a small first-aid kit and cleaned them then wrapped them up neatly with gauze.

"Kurosaki, take a seat. I think you'd better know this before you do something stupid like usually." He spoke then, his voice a little shaky and no real edge to his words.

Ichigo silently sat down beside the woman and glanced between the two, rather wide-eyed at the similarities between the two. The soft shape of chin, the sweet full lips, the long neck… was she…?

"Kurosaki, this woman is… Ishida Ariesu, my mother." He whispered, light reflecting on his glasses and hiding his eyes.

"Uh..?" Ichigo realized that didn't sound very intelligent, so he began speaking. "And she's a Shinigami now?!"

"…your mother?" Ariesu's eyes widened. "I had a family here?! I…" She shook her head, squeezing those eyes shut quickly. "All I remember is me screaming and… then something sharp in my hand… cutting my wrist and then slowly everything went black…"

"…" Ishida was silent, swallowing softly.

Ichigo's eyes darkened. He knew the other had lied when he said his mother was ill.

"Why did I kill myself if I had a family… a son…?" Ariesu touched the Quincy's cheek gently but her hand was swatted away.

"You're a Shinigami now. And I detest Shinigami." Ishida stood and glared down at the woman, no force behind the look though. He mostly looked like he was about to cry.

Ariesu sighed, shaking her head. "Shinigami… I will no longer be a Shinigami if taichou finds me." She sighed shakily, brushing a hand through her messy mane.

"…taichou? You call Byakuya your captain? Are you from the Sixth Squad?" Ichigo stared at her.

"…yes. I'm the third seated officer at Sixth Squad, Barajishi Ariesu…" She nodded to him. "Which squad are you… OH!" Her eyes widened. "Kurosaki Ichigo!" She pointed, finally realising who she was speaking to.

"Uh, yeah." He sweatdropped, feeling a little self-conscious at being recognised.

"I've heard about you! Everyone heard about you! They say you ate Aizen's heart after tearing it out of his chest!" Her eyes widened comically and Ichigo shuddered with disgust at the image.

"I didn't… it wasn't even me who gave him the death-blow." Ichigo muttered.

"No?" Ariesu blinked. "Then who?"

"You don't know that? Ichimaru."

"…oh? OH! So that's why they took him back in… how interesting-"

"Why are they after you?" Ishida suddenly cut in, watching his mother still.

"…you mean taichou and Renji?" Ariesu lifted her eyes at him and fidgeted, looking to the side after a sharp nod from the Quincy. "…they think I attacked another captain."

"That's ridiculous, you're just a third seat; how could you have done that?" Ishida rolled his eyes.

"…I'm not JUST a third seat." Ariesu watched him silently for a long moment. "…I'm the genius who finished the academy under less than a year, became seventh seated officer a month later in Ninth Squad then third another year later in Sixth… and I have almost mastered my Bankai."

"That's impossible…" Ishida frowned. "How…" He pondered that for a moment. "Of course… you've lived together with two people that had immense reiatsu around them all the time… it must've affected you somehow…"

"I can put up a fight against Kuchiki-taichou, everyone knows that… so it's not a wonder they suspect me of having attacked Soi Fong-taichou…" Ariesu sighed. "The burn marks, the use of Kajiho… she even saw my face, she says…"

"But it wasn't you." Ishida watched those shaky shoulders.

"No… no, it wasn't!" Ariesu gasped and her eyes widened. "They're coming! Quick, let me go… I have to go; I don't want you to be dragged into this!"

"Too bad we're already in deep." Ishida pointed his blue, glowing arrow at Renji's head in his window. "Step back, Abarai."

"Nani?!" The redhead exclaimed indignantly, shocked at the young Quincy's actions.

"Don't do this, don't be ridiculous!" Ariesu grabbed his shoulder and tried dragging him away. "They'll arrest you!"

"Ishida!" Ichigo roared when he heard Byakuya murmur 'chire' and he readied himself to block the attack and protect the other when suddenly a pair of blue arrows shot Byakuya right through the stomach.

"…step back, Shinigami." A deep, smooth voice spoke.

Ichigo could again only stare as Byakuya's body seemed to melt away and only his haori was pierced, the man himself already standing a little bit away, glaring into the dark blue eyes of the newcomer.

"…Ryuuken..!" Ishida couldn't believe his eyes. Once more, it was his father, tall and elegant in his white suit, his hold on his bow sure, his arm drawn back as he was ready to shoot another arrow at the captain, this time aiming to be deadly.

"I told you before. That is not how you should address your father." Ryuuken said calmly, the two Quincies holding Byakuya and Renji at bay.

"We have orders from Soul Society to arrest that woman." Byakuya spoke then, meaning Ariesu.

"I'm not guilty!" Ariesu cried; her shoulders shaking as she glared into her adored captain's eyes with tears trickling down her face. "I'm not guilty! I haven't even been there!"

"…where have you been then?" Byakuya asked coldly, raising his chin in a defiant, noble manner at the display of resistance from his third seat.

"…" Ariesu didn't reply, swallowing thickly.

"Ariesu! C'mon, just tell us your alibi and everything will be fine!" Renji urged her.

"I can't." Ariesu shook her head. "I can't."

Byakuya didn't hesitate. As a quick decision, he lunged towards Ariesu, but a pair of arrows hit him, from both Quincies' bows, one piercing through his shoulder.

"TAICHOU!" Renji roared up, dashing to attack the closest opponent, Ishida, but Zabimaru met Zangetsu with a loud clang of metal as Ichigo protected the younger Quincy.

"What are you doing, IDIOT?!" He snarled, his eyes narrowing as he moved in front of Ishida and shielded him with his own body. "He's your friend!"

"He attacked my captain!" Renji growled back and the two men shoved at each other, snarling and growling as they fought, Ichigo holding back, Renji going full throttle in his confusion and anger.

Meanwhile Byakuya found a worthy opponent in Ryuuken as the two matched each other in speed and skill even when Byakuya's shoulder was rather heavily bleeding.

While everyone else was distracted, Ishida noticed another shadow dashing in through the window and he was about to send an arrow through her when he noticed the purple hair and a wink from those slanted golden eyes as the tanned woman grabbed Ariesu and disappeared from sight.

"…Yoruichi…san…?"

The fights stopped as the men noticed the absence of Ariesu.

Byakuya calmly sheathed his sword and didn't say another word as he turned to go, Renji following.

"Come on, Byakuya! We've had this talk before! Do you honestly think she's guilty?!" Ichigo yelled after him and for a moment he thought he saw Byakuya's shoulders tense up, but he wasn't sure. The two soon disappeared through a Senkei gate, back to Soul Society.

"Akk!" Ichigo then yelped when all of a sudden he had an arrow pointed at his throat and his eyes widened as he stared into much, much darker and more sharply shaped eyes of the older Ishida. "Uh, hello." He muttered.

"Get out of my sight, Kurosaki." Ryuuken said coldly.

"Wait, you know me?" Ichigo blinked as he was slowly scooting away from that creeper.

"…I know your father. You look just as stupid as him; it would be hard to not make the connection." Ryuuken replied dismissively, though for a moment his glasses glinted to hide his eyes.

"…right." Ichigo muttered, slinging Zangetsu over his back again as he shunpoed off.

Ryuuken watched his back for a long while then suddenly tensed up when he heard a third voice speak.

"Maah, look at that, I'm late again." Isshin grumbled, his white haori thrown over his shoulder as a sash, floating in the wind. "…it's nice to see you with your bow in hand again, Ryuuken."

"…I don't recall being on first-name terms with you, Kurosaki."

"Oh, your memory must be getting worse as you are getting OLDer…"

Ryuuken twitched.

"It's not a shame, you know. Quincies get older, I guess, but I'm still as sharp AND handsome as I used to be, even after twenty years…"

Another twitch.

"Our sons are too much like us, don't you agree-AKK!" Isshin yelped as he jumped away from the deadly arrow sent at him. "N-Nanda yo!" He yelled.

"…my finger slipped." Glasses glint.

"HEE!!"

Ishida stood by the window inside his apartment still, watching the two interact silently before chuckling and closing the window and pulling the curtains in. Really… too much like him and Ichigo…

His heart ached at the thought of his mother being accused of a crime he was sure she did NOT commit and his heart ached even more at the thought of her not remembering him… but she seemed to be alright… even though she was a Shinigami now…

Ishida went to sit down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

…but what did that matter…?

He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them in a loose embrace as he leant his head atop them and felt himself quiver when he let that thought pass through his mind, not blocking it out now…

He was in love with one too…

Ichigo got home and grumpily jumped into his body again, complaining to Grimmjow about how awful this whole crappy business was and what the hell was up with Byakuya all the time and Ariesu was such a stupid name anyways and…

"Ichigo."

"And… what?" He blinked at the blue haired teen.

"…shut up." Grimmjow moved, leaning closer, their bodies pressed tightly into each other as they sat side-to-side.

Ichigo found that he didn't want to speak anymore.

His hand pressed to the back of Grimmjow's neck and his lips roughly covered his in a deep, demanding kiss, tongue and teeth at once as he ravished that mouth he had been craving for quite a long while and damn, if he wasn't satisfied to hear Grimmjow MEWL like the kitty he really was.

Ichigo sneered into the kiss and pushed the other lower on the bed, halfway leaning over him as he snogged him breathless, suckling his lower lip and nibbling his tongue to bruise his mouth all over and claim it as his.

Grimmjow fell back on the bed when the kiss ended, eyes lightly closed and his chest heaving with deep gasps for air. His hair hung around his face messily and his hands laid limply by his head.

Looming above him, Ichigo thought that he caught the sweetest prey in his bed…

…and gods if he didn't like it the way Grimmjow opened his eyes and parted his lips to whisper…

"Ichigo… again…"

To Be Continued

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