Warnings: MalexMale=Yaoi. Violence, Rape, Blood, Bad Language, Limes, Lemons. Offensive language.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Pairing: GrimmijowxIchigo

Beta: Un'beated

A/N: Hello all! Sorry for the wait, but I took a mini vacation. As a result from this vacation I caught a cold . Anywho I'm finally all recovered and back at it. Thanks again to all my lovely reviewers! I love ya! You keep inspiring my plot bunnies, lol. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and I'll try and update again soon, but I need to update some of my other fics, so please be patient.

As always, ignore my grammar errors please. I did a quick run through of this chapter, so I'm sorry If I left a few mistakes in there.

Now on with the chapter!

Breakeven

Chapter Four: Alone

"Being able to survive doesn't make it okay."

-Anonymous

Last Time on Breakeven:

Sighing he stood in front of his pantry, trying to decided what was best to feed the man. Urahara said chicken broth was the easiest to get down, and after what he had just put Ichigo through that would probably be best.

While Grimmjow waited for the broth to heat up on the stove he went to fetch his cell phone. He pulled it lazily, from its wall charger, and sighed for the second time that morning. He had five missed calls and three missed text messages. He must have truly been in a deep sleep last night to not here his ringtone, blaring in the same room. All five calls and texts were from Stark, and he suddenly found his self in a predicament. According to the voicemails the man left behind, the café was shorthanded tonight and he was needed at work in about two hours. It was 10am now.

Cursing, he threw his phone onto his table, and went to take the broth off the stove. He had no choice; he had to go to work, but what about Ichigo? He couldn't just leave the still recovering man alone. Maybe if he just went into work for a few hours and not an entire shift. Ichigo had obviously proved this morning, that he could indeed walk now, so being on his own for a few hours shouldn't be that bad, right? He really didn't feel comfortable leaving the man alone, but he had no choice, he had a business to attend to.

"Ugh..pain in the ass.." He grumbled, grabbing a spoon and glass of water for the orangette as well.

Ichigo was sitting quietly in bed, his eyes firmly locked onto his hands, which sat limply by his side. Grimmjow frowned, setting the glass of water on the bedside table. Ichigo seemed to be purposefully ignoring him; he didn't even acknowledge him when he entered the room. This fact pissed him off a little bit.

"Here ya go. Eat as much as you can."

"Thanks." Ichigo mumbled quietly, his eyes still averted from the man, and took the soup from his hands. Ichigo was absolutely mortified. He couldn't believe he had reacted in such a way before, and couldn't bring his self to look the blunette in the eyes. Surely the man would finally give it up and laugh at him. So he kept his eyes down, or anywhere but the man himself.

Grimmjow stood, with a glare on his face, as Ichigo began slurping his soup. Grimmjow couldn't help but notice those brown eyes franticly shooting back and forth, watching him from the corners of his eye. He also couldn't help but notice the man's hands shaking lightly, as if he was afraid of Grimmjow. The thought seemed to piss off Grimmjow even more, after all he had done for the man, and he was afraid of him?

"Look, I've got to go into work in a few." Grimmjow's voice boomed over him, making him flinch slightly, which Grimmjow gritted his teeth and ignored. But that seemed to have gotten Ichigo's attention at least, and brown eyes met blue ones. The look of fear in those brown ones, made Grimmjow's throat suddenly go dry. "I'll only be a few hours, and I'll leave the number and my cell number if you need anything."

He didn't wait for Ichigo to answering, seeing as the orangette seemed to just stare at him, and exited the room. His uniform was simple and it didn't take long for him to get ready. After picking up the dishes from Ichigo's room, and making sure the man had something to eat later, he found himself standing in front of his bed, with Ichigo blissfully asleep in it.

The man looked absolutely gorgeous. His face a perfect picture of beauty and peace, the sight made Grimmjow stomach flutter and his chest tighten, a feeling he wasn't used to. Knowing he couldn't stand there all day, even though he had no problem doing so, he jotted a note to Ichigo, setting next to the man's medication, and left.

Ichigo could feel hot breath against his ear; making him shudder in disgust. He tried to pull away but he found his arms confined behind his back. Panic engulfed his body, making his breathing come out in quick gasps. As much as he tried he couldn't pull away, and the body behind him only pushed harder against him, yanking Ichigo's body back into his. He was whispering in his ear, telling him things, horrible things about his self, things he already knew.

"I'll find you Strawberry."

Ichigo woke with a start and a painful sharp gasp, with his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. It took him several seconds to realize that he was still in bed, in Grimmjow room, and he let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream….a nightmare. He let his head fallback against the head board with a thud and grimaced in pain. He stayed that way for several seconds, his eyes closed, and listened to the silence around him. It didn't sound like anyone was home, or maybe Grimmjow was working on something thing quietly. But then Ichigo remembered that Grimmjow had mentioned something about going to work.

Opening his eyes he glanced at the clock, it read 4:18pm. Damn, had he really slept that long! The last time he had checked the time it was still early morning. Next to the clock he noticed the note. Sitting up he pulled the paper from under his medications, and read it.

Ichigo-

Went into work. Didn't want to wake you. Don't forget to take your meds. Don't walk around too much either, don't push yourself, please.

Grimm

He couldn't help but smile slightly at the word please. Under that was listed two phone numbers, one listed as Grimmjow's cell phone, and the other of his work. 'Speaking of cellphone'…he thought returning the note to the side table, and looked around the room. He was looking for his clothes, seeing as he was in boxers, that weren't his, he was hoping that Grimmjow saved them, or at least the stuff that was in his pockets.

And thankfully he did, he spotted his wallet across the room atop the dressers, along with a few of his other things. But he didn't see his clothes, not that he particularly wanted them, not after what had happened to him, in them. Popping the lid off the pain medication bottle, he quickly took one. Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, he gingerly and slowly rose to his feet.

His body still ached tremendously, but nowhere as near as bad as it did before. Once on his feet, he didn't move, but swayed slightly, gaining his bearings. His legs felt like jello; weak and shaky. But he couldn't just stand around all day, and he slowly made his way to the dresser.

Upon it, he found his wallet, his cellphone, thank god, and a few papers and change, he had in his pockets. He grabbed his phone first and flipped it open, wishing immediately that he hadn't.

No missed calls. No missed text messages.

His chest tightened, and he quickly swallowed back the tears that began collecting. Was it so wrong of him to have been expecting something…a text or something, anything? He was used to it sure, but in his state of vulnerability, he couldn't help but hope for it. For some kind of acknowledgement that someone cared.

He threw his phone back on the dresser and hobbled out the room in a slight depressed state. Now that he wasn't in constant pain, he actually had a chance to explore his surroundings. And he took full advantage of it.

Grimmjow's apartment wasn't an apartment at all but a small house. It was nice and surprisingly neat. A black fabric couch sat in the living room, with its matching love seat to the side or it. In front it, against the wall was a nice dark oak entertainment center, with a fairly large sized TV in the middle of it. From that was a sliding glass door, which lead to a back yard.

Pushing the blinds aside, Ichigo peered out the window to see a beautiful garden with a small koi pond next to it. Grimmjow didn't strike him as the gardening, but none the less, the sight was beautiful. It made him want to go outside, to feel the sun on his skin. But as much he didn't want to admit it, and as ashamed as it made him feel, he was scared. Scared to go outside and scared to be alone.

Alone. The feeling hit him, bringing him from his thoughts, and made him glance around the room. He was alone, he couldn't shake the feeling of it. But he was safe here, he had to keep telling his self that. But the ones who did this to him, had got away, they were free. He knew he should report them, he had seen the guys around before, so he knew their faces pretty well, but he couldn't bring himself to admit what happened, to finally say it out loud to someone else. That would make it more real than it already was, and he didn't want it to be real.

His musings were suddenly interrupted by the loud banging of someone at the door. His body naturally flinched at the sound, sending his heart pumping and his blood racing. The banging continued, followed by muffled yelling, and Ichigo suddenly found his self fleeing down the hall and into the bedroom. Once inside he quickly shut and locked the door, tears springing in his eyes, the only thought going through his head was 'They found me, they found me…'

His breath quickly coming in pants and gasps, he grabbed his cellphone and dialed the number Grimmjow had left him. It rang three times before the man picked up.

"G-grim..!"

Ahhh a cliffy! I couldn't help it LOL

Ill update soon, I promise! I suck at describing things, like living rooms, and backyards, so please excuse the lack of description there. Sorry.

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