And shit hits the fan...
Oh, and I used my house for Ichigo and Shinji, so anything I describe will most likely be stuff I really own :D Oh, and can you guess what this chapter contains? No? Give up? Well, I'll just leave it at that... ;D And I'm sorry it took so long for me to update this story, I'm just trying to go for longer, more detailed chapters :)
Again, I do not own the song used in this chapter. Or Bleach. Hahah!
Now on with the drama! XD
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Ichigo had just stepped onto the stage to start his dance, wearing what should be considered an illegal outfit: super skin tight black shorts that did pretty much nothing to conceal his private parts, in which Shinji had demanded them be worn unzipped and unbuttoned, an oversized blue and black flannel shirt that hung off his right shoulder, and thigh high black socks. Leave it to Shinji to pick something like that...
Ichigo let his thoughts wander as he walked onto the stage, letting the music flow through him as he slowly started to dance.
I feel it everyday
it's all the same
It brings me down
but I'm the one to blame
I've tried everything to get away
So here I go again
chasing you down again
Why do I do this?
Over and over
over and over
I fall for you
Over and over
over and over
I try not to...
Just then Ichigo wrapped a leg around the pole and slid down and as he came back up he froze. People started yelling and whistling for Ichigo to continue. But he couldn't move. His whole body tensed and immediately started shaking uncontrollably. Honey brown eyes widened as he stared at the back of the room. That face...that same white hair. No...please, no. Not...again...
Ichigo dropped to his knees and bent over, hands fisting in his messy orange hair as he screamed. Loud. Scenes flashed behind tightly closed eyes, and Ichigo fought the urge to vomit when he saw the image of himself being...dominated by that freak. He relived the cuts, and he relived the punches...but this wasn't just an image anymore. No. Now it was like a video set to repeat. He could not only see the long, deep thrusts and the painful bites applied to the back of his neck and shoulders...but he could still feel the pain. The agonizing torture that was so crudely placed upon him. The knife being dragged down the middle of his back...the way his hair was pulled so hard it felt like his skull was on fire...
Suddenly, strong arms were being firmly wrapped around the young man's waist and he was lifted off the floor, thrashing and screaming even louder. "NO! L-LET ME GO! PLEASE, D-DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!"
"Ichigo, calm down. It's me..."
Still thrashing like a madman, Ichigo was easily moved off the stage and into the hall towards his dressing room.
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The next few days were a blur. Ichigo never left his room. He stopped going to work. He barely even talked. He just sat in his room all day and night, doing God only knows what. But he didn't care anymore. His virginity had been stolen and he had been physically and mentally abused, all in the same night. He gave up looking for someone to love because he felt that he was no longer desirable. Like a used up piece of trash tossed to the garbage but landing in a heap on the filthy ground, only to be stepped on and kicked around all over the place. Wonderful image...right?
Ichigo had started writing. Not wonderful musings of love and happiness...but words of darkness. Words so full of hate and anguish they would have the Devil himself dancing with joy. Words full of blood and torment. Of anger and sorrow. Of fear. He was just one big emotional wreck...
All because some fucking douchebag had a grudge. Or was jealous. Either one, Ichigo didn't give a flying fuck.
Ichigo knew that his friends and family were worried about his well being. Hell, his brother had showed up two days ago, and Ichigo had yet to even look at him. He had locked his bedroom door to keep everyone out. He was really enjoying the silence...at least until his brother would start banging on the door demanding to be let in. It had been so long since he had seen his twin brother... So Ichigo found himself dropping his pen onto the desk by his bed and turning the papers over to hide all the words of fear and anger and depression so nobody could read them, and slowly stalked to his bedroom door, sighing once before slowly opening it.
"Ya look-"
"Like shit. I know."
Shiro smiled warmly and pulled his brother into a tight hug that drained all the hurt and pain and frustration that Ichigo had been feeling for the past few days. For now, at least. But he gladly welcomed it. "I missed ya, King. And yes, blondie has already told me what's been goin' on. An' I want ya ta know that I'm gonna be here for a while, so if I see that prick, I'll fuck 'im up." Shiro lovingly ruffled his brother's hair. "Di's been on my 'fuck up' list for years now."
"You know him?"
"We used ta work tagether. But I won't bore ya with the details."
Ichigo followed his twin into the living room where he was bombarded with cries of delight and worry. All of Ichigo's friends were there, as well as his dad and two younger sisters.
"Ichi-nii!" His sister, Yuzu, immediately dropped the book she had been casually flipping through and ran to her brother and wrapped her arms tightly around him, followed closely by Karin, his other sister. Both of them sobbed uncontrollably.
"Nice ta finally see ya again, Berry."
Ichigo froze. That voice. That deep, beautiful voice that always seemed to send shivers down his spine. He had been so caught up in hugging his little sisters that he never noticed the head of bright blue hair lounging against the wall beside the door, arms folded across his hard muscled chest... Fuck, if this was a dream...
"Grimm-jow...uh...hi." Ichigo shifted his feet a bit, slight blush fanning his cheeks. He knew he had nothing to fear about this man, but he couldn't help feeling...cornered. God, he really hoped he got over his fear soon...
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"So you wanted the kid to see you."
Di Roy laughed heartily at the statement. Of course he had wanted the kid to see him. His plan wouldn't work if the berry hadn't seen him. And what's the plan, you ask?
"I wanted the damn brat ta see me, so I could lure the blue haired bastard out of his hidin' place. It's long overdue, an' I'm jus' itchin' fer a fight..."
Question answered?
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Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
Grimmjow couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ichigo...the kid looked weary. Tired. Scared...but still sexy as hell. His bright orange hair stuck up in ragged spikes like he had tossed and turned all night, his black shirt hung limply around his small frame and slightly off one shoulder, and his eyes...normal honey gold was now deep dirt brown. Grimmjow could see all the hurt and pain reflected in those beautiful orbs, and it killed him.
"Nice ta finally see ya again, Berry..."
There. That right there. That look in Ichigo's eyes. Grimmjow didn't like it.
The fear. The hurt. The way he shifted uncertainly when Grimmjow set deep swirling blue eyes on him. Grimmjow had a plan. But with all these people around...it'll have to wait.
For now.
"Grimm-jow...uh...hi..."
Grimmjow nodded slightly in the berry's direction and he cringed when he noticed the way his berry was shifting nervously and constantly rubbing the back of his neck. God as soon as he finds Di Roy...that fucker will die. So there Grimmjow stayed for the time being while Ichigo visited with friends and family, laughter and tales of happier times floating around the room. People were scattered about the room, some sitting on the dark green and blue couch, others on the tan carpet or in the kitchen chairs. Grimmjow eyed the room while everyone talked and laughed merrily. There were multiple pictures lining the walls, most of them depicting dragons and wizards. There was a 42" flat screen tv sitting on a multi-shelved glass entertainment rack, as well as a black X-Box 360 and a blu-ray player. Two tall speakers, one on each side of the tv, had different sized dragon statues resting on them. God, there were even multiple swords lining the pale walls. It was pretty awesome. Grimmjow spoke every now and then if a question or statement was sent his way, but other than that, he just watched Ichigo. He could see the knife scars on the kid's face and there was even a deep scar running from the left side of his face, down his neck, and part of his shoulder. God only knows if there were other scars on the kid's body...the thought made Grimmjow angry. Very angry. Grimmjow growled, and everyone turned in his direction, each with a questioning look on their faces.
Just then, Grimmjow's phone rang. He reached into the pocket and upon seeing the name, he quickly answered. "What is it?"
He walked to the door and stepped into the foyer, pausing long enough to send a wave to his favorite berry.
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"Who was that guy? Is he a friend of yours?" Ichigo's friend Rukia asked after the door shut. She was a petite girl with jet black hair and big violet eyes. Ichigo had known her for years, she was like a sister to him.
"Uh, n-not re-"
"Of course he is, don't let Ichi lie to ya." Shinji waltzed into the room with a big grin on his face. Sometimes Ichigo just wanted to smack the hell out of the blond. "Ichi, as fun as this is, I gotta be somewhere so I'll see ya later. Don't wait up!" Then he bent down and gave his friend a hug before leaving. "I love you, Ichi!"
Ichigo smiled and shook his head as the door closed. He was really enjoying the company, but he was getting a headache and still needed a shower. So he said his goodbyes and hugged people as they walked towards the door, each with only a few words like 'See you later,' or 'Turn your damn phone back on.' When the last person walked out the door, Ichigo sighed and slumped against it, sliding down until he landed on the floor with a soft thump.
"King...?"
Ichigo looked up from his spot on the floor and nodded before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the door. "I'm gonna take a shower. If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen, so help yourself. Just don't eat everything." Then he stood up and crossed the living room, turning the corner and entering his room to gather some clothes, then walked back out and stepped into the bathroom.
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"Mmm...yeah, jus' like that..."
Nnoitra had called his boyfriend not even an hour ago, and as soon as the blond stepped in the door, they immediately began pulling clothes off and throwing them in random places. They didn't even make it to the bedroom before Shinji had tackled Nnoitra to the floor and wrapped his hot mouth around his boyfriend's hard dick and sucked frantically. After a few more seconds of hard sucking, Nnoitra pulled his blond boyfriend up for a hot kiss full of tongues fighting for dominance. Every time their tongues touched, it felt like fire. So hot. And God, Shinji tasted amazing...like minty gum.
When Shinji pulled away for air, he was flipped onto his back and Nnoitra climbed over him placing warm, wet kisses upon his neck. Shinji moaned loud when his boyfriend bit down hard on the spot between neck and shoulder. Just then, Shinji pulled one of Nnoitra's hands to his lips and wrapped them around three of the raven haired man's fingers, quickly coating them with saliva. The next few seconds were agonizingly slow as said fingers were withdrawn and moved down between Shinji's legs, one finger probing softly at his tight puckered entrance before being shoved in completely and quickly followed by two more, scissoring in and out at an almost frantic pace causing the blond to cry out as slight waves of pleasure washed over his body. "AAHH! Just...fucking do it already!"
Nnoitra chuckled and slid his fingers out only to replace them with something bigger, thrusting hard and deep until he was fully sheathed inside the smaller man. Not wasting a second more, he began pounding roughly into his boyfriend, who wrapped long legs around his waist and clung to him for dear life, the sounds of skin slapping harshly against skin and loud moans and grunts filling the room. He angled his hips to gain more friction and was jabbing Shinji's prostate with perfect prescision, which had only caused the man to scream with pleasure as he came violently on his chest and stomach, muscles clenching tightly around his boyfriend who let out a deep groan as he, too, came forcefully, jaw clenching tightly as he rode out the final ecstatic waves before collapsing beside Shinji and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Ichigo wasn't prepared for what awaited him as he stepped from the bathroom. Stopping just short of his bedroom, he turned to his right and saw Grimmjow reclining on the sofa with arms resting behind his head. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, so Ichigo figured the man was sleeping. Ichigo smiled and turned to head back to his bedroom, but was stopped by the deep, gruff voice he grew to love so much. "Where'ya goin'?"
"I uh..." Ichigo faltered a bit and rubbed the back of his neck as he took three small steps backwards. "I though you were sleep- Hey, where's Shiro?" Ichigo paled at the thought of his brother purpously leaving the two of them alone for whatever reason, his stomach clenching tightly and palms growing clammy. His heart started beating erratically in his chest. Oh no. Here it comes...the fear. The anger. The torment. All rolled into multiple waves that crushed Ichigo. He had to get away. Now. But he was petrified. Glued to the spot. He broke out in a sweat and he couldn't breathe. He chest was constricting around his lungs. His throat was tightening, making speech virtually impossible. His whole body convulsed and he could feel something wet trailing down his chin, not realizing he was biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His head grew foggy and tears filled his eyes. He couldn't hear anything besides the erratic thumping of his heart and...his voice. From somewhere deep inside his mind, he heard it. Deep...smooth...worried. Then he was being shaken slightly. Eyes slowly began to focus. Everything around him was nothing but blurry colors...until...
"Ichigo? Hey, Ichigo! Fuck, wake up damn it!"
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After Grimmjow had ended the call he stepped back into the house only to find that Ichigo was in the shower. His mind had immediately turned to thoughts of his berry standing under the warm stream of water, lazily washing his hair and body... He couldn't take it anymore. Grimmjow wanted nothing more than to be able to touch Ichigo without the smaller man cringing away from him. To be able to kiss his soft looking lips without being pushed away from fear. To be able to hold him tight when he was sad or scared...Grimmjow knew it sounded crazy, but...he was falling for the orange haired beauty. Hell, scratch that. He fell for the kid the first night he saw him. Up on that damn stage rolling his hips and grinding on that God forsaken pole. Throwing his arms in the air and head back as he worked his magic like the pro that he was. But even if the circumstances had been different, one where the berry hadn't been dressed in that damn white button up shirt and tight little boy shorts...Grimmjow still would have drooled at the sight of the kid, with his honey brown eyes and lightly tanned skin...
"Yer droolin' Blue."
What?
Grimmjow turned to his left as Ichigo's brother, Shiro, walked out of the kitchen with a beer in each hand. He gladly took the one held out to him and drained half of it quickly before speaking. "And yer point?"
Shiro laughed and sat down beside Grimmjow. "God, how long has it been now? Five years?" He turned his gold eyes to the man beside him, mind flashing back to those days when the two of them worked together. They had been trained assassins employed by a man named Aizen, who was so well known by pretty much everyone, and truly a man to be feared. If you so much as heard his name...you were as good as dead. Grimmjow was one of the best, even going so far as getting a bold gothic stylized six tattooed on his lower back to remind him and everyone else of his rank. He had a few good friends in the group, his best friend being Nnoitra, who was ranked fifth and had the number five tattooed on his tongue, much to Grimmjow's amusement. He also had inquired a severe injury in his left eye, so he always kept it covered with an eyepatch. Shiro had been recruited only a year at the time and hadn't been given a rank yet, despite him being damn good at his job. Coyote Starrk, a man with brown wavy hair and smoky gray eyes, was another good friend of theirs. He was the best in the group, and despite his lazy drawn back attitude, he was ranked number one. He'd had the number tattooed on the back of his right hand. Then there were the Granz brothers, Szayel and Illforte. Szayel had bright pink hair and gold eyes and was ranked number eight, and Illforte had long blond hair. He hadn't been given a rank either but the man took his job very seriously. And last, there was Ulquiorra Schiffer. The man was petite, standing about 5"7' and had dark green eyes and had a green mark, one under each eye, that traveled the length of his cheeks. And damn he was pale. He had been ranked number four and placed his tattoo of a gothic stylized four on the left side of his chest just under his collar bone.
Everything had been going great for all of them, until the day Aizen had ordered Grimmjow to kill an innocent woman and her child. Claiming that if Grimmjow refused, he would be demoted to a lower rank and lose a signifigant amount of payment. So instead of being humiliated, the man had left. Sure, killing people was his job, but he didn't want the guilt of killing innocent ones on his conscience. He hadn't expected anyone to follow him, but all of his friends had left as well. He was lucky to have them still on his side, even though their days of assassinating both guilty and innocent people had ended long ago.
"Yeah, it has been a while." Grimmjow downed the rest of his beer and sat the empty bottle on the small square coffee table to his right before reclining back in the plush couch.
Shiro chuckled and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, I'm gonna head out fer a little while, so I'll catch up with ya later. Try not ta hurt 'im too much." The albino gave a quick two fingered salute and stepped out the door, leaving a confused Grimmjow sitting on the couch.
What the hell did he mean by that?
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So Grimmjow just sat there almost falling asleep when he was awoken by soft movement. He slit open one cerulean eye and saw Ichigo walking to his bedroom. "Where'ya goin?"
Everything after that moment turned into a nightmare.
Grimmjow could see the way his berry stiffened when he realized that they were alone in the house, the way his honey eyes widened and his whole body convulsed. God...this was torture. Grimmjow hated that Ichigo had to deal with all the pain and frustration alone. The torment and fear. Grimmjow jumped up from the couch and stepped over to Ichigo, who was staring into space and shaking viciously. He was almost shouting at the man before him but the words fell unheard. Grimmjow was scared. Ichigo's beautiful eyes had turned dull and lifeless. Not a single speck of honey brown. Not a single glint...God, he wanted his berry back. He would gladly welcome the almost permanant scowl the kid always wore instead of this blank terrified expression. He lightly shook Ichigo and noticed that the berry's eyes were starting to slowly swirl and come back to life. He could see the paleness turn into beautiful tan. He could feel the tension easing from the kid's body. "Yes. That's it, Berry...come back."
Before realizing what he was doing, Grimmjow grabbed both sides of Ichigo's face...and kissed him.
