-rubs temples in shame and sighs loudly- … So apparently I'm a fucking moron. In the last chapter, in the ending AN I said 'ORANGEY PORANGEY PUDDIN PIE'…. It's GEORGIE PORGIE…. God I feel so stupid. I knew that too… Gimme a break? I wrote that chapter at like 3 am…. Call it a stupid mistake.

ANYWAY! WEDNESDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! (which is tomorrow or today or yesterday, depending on when you read this 8P) WOOT!

Sorry for the delayed responses to the reviews, I've been terribly busy with college.

DISCLAIMOR! This is simply a habit. I don't see why I need one of these. Who honestly believes I'd own anything anime related?

WARNINGS! Language, violence (not much, eh?) This chapter starts off right where it left off so it's gonna be intense right from the beginning.

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Chapter 4- Bad Deal

Ichigo laughed psychotically as threw his legs into Grimmjow's ribcage and began pushing, the death grip around his wrist tightening. He pulled as hard as he could, laughter raising a few optics.

Grimmjow howled out in pain.

"Yer gonna fucking rip off my arm!" He bashed Ichigo upside the head with his free hand, snarling like a wild beast. Ichigo just laughed harder.

"What's it matter? Ya got another one! Ya don't need this one!" He began tugging even harder. Grimmjow howled louder in agony, feeling his arm pop. With a desperate lunge forward, Grimmjow pushed Ichigo to the ground and laid on top of him gasping for air, the kid's legs slipping from under his arm.

Ichigo's smirk split his face more and he lifted his legs between them again, and pushed up with all his might. With a sickening crack, Grimmjow flew off of him and he let go of the arm cackling wildly. Grimmjow fell to the ground screaming out in pain and rage, his arm dangling uselessly next to his side. He swallowed the sickening urge to throw up and glared pure death upon the crazy bastard.

Ichigo threw his feet into the air and used the momentum to flip him forwards and onto his feet. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he vaulted himself forward and ran in a fast zigzag towards the downed prick, giggling psychotically the whole time.

Grimmjow didn't even have time to fully process the movement before he was kicked in the head with such a force it sent him skidding backwards, the concrete ripping his suit and skin to shreds. He lifted his arm and tried to stand again when the same foot collided with his chin, flipping him backwards and blood spewing from his lips. His skull cracked a nasty thud against the ground, the world spinning.

Shit! The kid was too fast! He couldn't keep up! Before he could even finish those frightening thoughts, the wild beast tackled his chest, straddling him. The air was forced from his lungs and the kid sat up smirking down.

In the next split second, time seemed to slow down. Grimmjow's eyes widened just a fraction when he saw the feral look in the younger man's eyes; the look of a rabid beast set free; the look of a man willing to do anything to win; the look of a person who'd lost their mind completely. He felt his heart pick up in pace as the nasty feeling he hadn't felt in years called fear crawl up his gut and into his heart.

Then time resumed its normal pace. The kid laughed once before he threw his head downwards, bashing it painfully into Grimmjow's. The force was strong enough to lift his own head off the ground and smack back down; he cried out.

SHIT! He felt so trapped! The anger rose in his throat and blinded him. Lost to his anger and fear fueling his adrenaline, Grimmjow reached up with his good arm and ripped the kid's head down and bashed their skulls together again. The world blanked out from his vision for a couple frightening seconds before swirling back into existence.

He looked blearily at the kid sitting on him, seeing the disoriented and dizzy expression. Quickly, he kicked the kid off and tried standing up, only to have the world swirl again and the ground rise up to meet his knees. Shit…

He looked around, fighting for balance as he leaned precariously one direction then the other, trying to find the kid in the sea of blurry faces and objects. He squinted his eyes shut and shook his head, making the vertigo worse. His eyes popped open when he heard stumbling steps coming towards him, vaguely making out screams.

Ichigo shook his head wildly, gripping at it, screaming loudly at the top of his lungs, stumbling around. He couldn't see anything! That bastard! THAT BASTARD! When he found him! GRAH! HE'D KILL HIM! KILL HIM!

Ichigo saw shapes and shadows move about in his vision. When he caught sight of a blue blob, he screamed and ran towards it, stumbling and nearly falling. The damage from earlier was finally taking its toll. He screamed in frustration and pushed harder. He had to make that blue haired prick pay for fucking with his body.

Ichigo tumbled to the ground when he tripped over the blob, his depth perception thrown out of whack; he heard the blob gasp out in winded pain. He quickly threw his fists backwards and began pelting anything with painful jabs, half the time hitting the jagged pavement. His knuckles split and blood dribbled down between them. Grimmjow snarled and jabbed just as wildly, just as blind.

The fight degraded to two mindless beasts trying to destroy the other.

Everyone watching in the background was too horrified to move. What the hell had happened? People were shoved around as the more rowdy boys cheered and urged the two fighting males on. Laughing and crowing when a distinctly painful blow was given. The young men were taking pictures and recording, putting in their mindless input; finding it so much more fulfilling to watch instead of stop the fight.

Many were pushed over as two irritated men shoved their way through.

"What the fuck is going on? All this stupid noise. Can't even friggin eat lunch in peace."

"Heh. Whatever it is, it's damn loud to be heard from all the way over on the other side. Jesus, Renji, every goddamn worker and their grandma is crowded here."

"No fuckin' kidding. Shit, how the hell we gonna get through this?" Renji yelled as he shoved a younger worker out of his way, the kid stumbling and dropping his camera phone. Ikkaku scowled in annoyance.

"Like this," he promptly began pulling people out of the way by the back of their collars, throwing them in random directions. Renji watched him part the sea of people forcefully and stepped over the squirming bodies lying on the ground, following the trail.

They pushed and pulled their way to the front and froze in shock. Ichigo was sitting on top of Grimmjow, both still throwing blind but weak, tired punches. Blood covered both of them in huge, crimson splotches. Ichigo was snarling in nasty contempt and Grimmjow grunting in pained gasps. Renji felt fear clench his gut and his breathing hurt his heart.

"Aw shit, Ichigo!" He quickly kicked the last few people out of his way and ran over towards his bloody friend. Renji grabbed onto the flailing arms right in the bend of the elbow. Ichigo threw his head backwards, screaming, clocking Renji in the shoulder. He squirmed trying to get free so he could kill the bastard underneath him.

Renji pulled harder and finally ripped Ichigo off of the blue hair male. Ikkaku was quick to run over and heft the bigger man to his feet and hold him back as he lunged for the accursed orange blob in front of him, screaming slurred obscenities at him.

Both mindless males fought with all their might, tiredly twisting and thrashing, wearing themselves down more until they fell to their knees gasping for air, unable to hold themselves up anymore.

Ikkaku snarled, "Renji! Fuck! Call the ambulance! These shits don't look so good!"

As if on cue, Ichigo's head began bobbing backwards and forwards as the adrenaline left him, and his head sagged forward. Renji gasped in fear.

"Ah god, Ichigo! Shit, Ichigo! DAMMIT, HE'S OUT!" Renji twisted his head to scream at his fellow coworkers behind him. "DAMMIT, WOULD ONE OF YOU DICKHEADS CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!"

That seemed to snap some of the more sober men into action, whipping their phones out and dialing hurriedly for medical help. Grimmjow still fought to get free from Ikkaku's grip, who had tightened it considerably. He growled in annoyance but was too tired to truly fight. With great reluctance, he gave up the fight and decided to rest, quickly falling asleep.

Renji leaned forward and sat down, resting Ichigo in his lap, panicked tears pricking in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Ichigo. Don't worry. Help is on the way."

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Ichigo woke up surrounded by white and a throbbing headache.

Shit… What the hell had happened? His mind was filled with a nasty fog as he tried to recall. The last thing he remembered was being lifted in the air by Grimmjow. Everything after that was a blank. How the hell had he gotten here? He looked about at the hospital room, the white walls reflecting the sunlight. His eyes roved slowly around the room, glancing at a huge curtain separating him from whoever was on the opposite side. He glanced down and saw red hair splayed about wildly on the white sheet, a sleeping face hidden within the crimson tresses.

Ichigo watched his friend sleep for a little longer before glancing towards the door seeing another man sittingin that chair sleeping. The sun was reflecting off his head, momentarily blinding Ichigo. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head away, hissing in pain. The throbbing in his head stretched to his neck and whole body. He lifted a hand slowly to his forehead and felt bandages. Glancing at his hands he saw more bandages on his knuckles. Following the trail down he saw more wrapped around his chest poking out from underneath the covers.

Shit! Was he beaten with a sledgehammer? God did he hurt. Ichigo groaned quietly in tired pain. He felt the bed shift slightly and heard a deep inhaling sigh. In silence, he watched Renji lift his head slightly from the covers, disoriented, and look up at his face, his eyes red and bloodshot.

Renji stared for a second until he processed that Ichigo was indeed staring back. He jumped belatedly and move closer to his friend's face.

"Ichigo! Yer awake! Aw thank god!" Renji quickly turned behind him and shouted, "Aye, Ikkaku! Wake up! Ichigo's awake!"

Ikkaku snorted loudly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, scrunching his eyes shut as he woke up. He glanced over and jumped up, seeing Ichigo awake. He ran over and stood next to Renji, hands on his hips. Ichigo glanced between the two of them, not quite understanding what was going on.

"What's going on? Why am I here?" His voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak. Renji just about burst into tears of joy at hearing that worn out sound. Luckily, he held his composure.

"Yer in the hospital, Ichichi. Ya got beat up pretty bad. Hadda git yer injuries looked at and wrapped up." Renji shook his head. "Why the hell were you fighting that fucker? He's like, at least half a foot taller than you."

Ichigo frowned, confused. "Fight him? I didn't fight him. Hell, I was blacking out. Last thing I remember was getting owned by that prick."

Renji and Ikkaku shared a look. Ikkaku crossed his arms and put his weight on one leg.

"That's not what we saw," he said, nodding towards Ichigo. "We saw you wailin' away at that guy's face. It was insane. It was fucking sick."

Renji nodded, agreeing with Ikkaku. "You were trying to kill each other, Ichichi. And it looked like you were going to win."

Renji let that heavy sentence hang in the air as Ichigo tried to absorb it, eyes fearfully wide and breath painfully fast. Him? About to kill Grimmjow fucking Jeagerjaques? Him?

Ikkaku shook his head. "When you lose yerself to a fight…. Damn yer one crazy motherfucker, Ichigo. Shit, you shoulda seen all the blood. It was kick ass. I was even a little jealous." Ikkaku smirked.

No way in hell….

He looked hurriedly up at the two men, about to hyperventilate. He didn't remember any of that. It couldn't be true. But these two wouldn't lie about something like that in this kind of situation. The heart monitor began beeping faster and louder as he began to panic.

SHIT! Why couldn't he remember any of that? Aw god! Did that mean he was crazy? Aw god! Aw god! Why couldn't HE REMEMBER? Confusion gripped his mind and he let it. His eyes shot wildly back and forth across the room, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled desperately fast, the world started spinning as he became lightheaded.

Renji quickly reached up and began rubbing Ichigo's hair in comfort. "Shh.. Shh, Ichigo, it's okay. Breathe… Breeeaaathe… Shhh, yeah, there you go. I'm here, it's okay." He whispered quietly, calming Ichigo down enough to slow his breathing. He looked up at Renji, his eyes lost. Renji felt a terrible pang in his heart at that look. It killed him seeing his friend like this again and not really being able to help…

Why was he such a failure? …. Dammit….

He looked away in shame. Ikkaku watched, frowning. He hummed in disapproval, clocking Renji upside the head. He let go of Ichigo's head and yelped in pain, holding his head. He turned to glare at Ikkaku who was still frowning.

"God, this is one of the main reasons I can't stand you most the time. Ya should never let him see you like that if you really want to help. Self pity right now really won't help with this situation. So suck it up and be the person he needs right now, dammit. If not, git the fuck outta my way and let me do it." Ikkaku shifted his feet so that he was leaning closer to him, glaring now.

Renji's resolve hardened and he nodded and looked back at Ichigo. He was staring off at the wall, not comprehending anything, too lost in his own mind trying to sort things out. He came back to when he felt Renji's hand rubbing down his face gently. His eyes shifted over to stare into his.

With a shaky voice he asked, "How long have I been out?"

Renji smiled sadly, "Not even a full day. Pretty close, but not quite. It's tomorrow though."

Feeling certain that Ichigo had calmed down enough, Renji straightened up and stretched his arms. Ikkaku cracked his neck, and yawned.

"Doctor said you were out so long mainly because of lack of sleep. Though the knocks to the head did help with that." Ikkaku grouched, squinting his eyes as moisture built up in them as he yawned again. Ichigo nodded slowly, quickly looking about, confused.

"Where's Grimmjow?"

Renji scoffed and crossed his arms, glaring like a menace. Ikkaku curled his upper lip and nodded towards the curtain. Ichigo turned and stared at it in shock.

He stared at it for a good minute or so. "Why the hell would they put us in the same room if we were found literally killing each other?"

"I don't know, fuckin' morons work here I guess," Renji said as he walked over to the chair and sat down. Ikkaku watched him, hellfire burning in his eyes as the dipshit sat in his chair. Almost as soon as he had moved into a comfortable position, the door opened roughly, knocking the chair askew and flinging Renji to the floor. Ikkaku couldn't help it as he doubled over, slapping his knees, and bust a gut while laughing his ass off. Renji glared up at him from the floor, slowly picking himself up, face all red. He opened his mouth to tell the asshole off when a pair of really nice loafers stepped over him and moved towards the other side of the curtain.

Renji stopped moving and watched, he glanced back at Ikkaku noticing that he had watched too. The man as he was passing the curtain glanced back at Ichigo and smiled sweetly, his brown hair bouncing. Ichigo couldn't help but shiver. Something about that smile was frightening; like he wasn't really smiling at all.

Ichigo watched him step onto the other side, whispers leaking out here and there but no words could be made out. The three men glanced at each other and stayed still. The whispers became more violent on now end, the other relaxed as it had been.

"FUCK YOU, AIZEN!"

The three men jumped, Renji losing his balance stumbling back to the ground. The brown haired man stepped back out, smiled at them all, and briskly walked out of the room, as if he hadn't just been told off. Ichigo watched that man, not liking him one bit. Abruptly, the curtain yanked to one side revealing a blue haired man in pretty much the same condition as Ichigo: covered in bandages. He barely spared them a vicious glance before he was hobbling towards the door.

He stumbled and caught onto the wall as he fell, gasping in pain, sweat running down his forehead. SHIT! Aizen, that bastard! He was right on the other side of that door! He just had to get there!

Grimmjow pushed his foot forward and let go of the wall only to collapse to his knees. He cried out in agony. FUCK THAT HURT! His hands gripped at the ground as he tried not to gag.

"God, yer a fuckin' idiot. Why do ya think you were in the bed? Ya can't get up yet." Grimmjow heard just to the left of him as a hand reached down and wrapped around his arm, lifting him up. He snarled and brutally pushed it away.

"I don't fucking need your help," he hissed out as he glared up at the red head. The red head glared back down.

"Well fuck you too. Have fun pulling yer own sorry ass to bed. I was simply trying to be nice," Renji said with his hands on his hips.

Ikkaku growled, "That's why you never help the enemy. They ain't never grateful."

Grimmjow snarled back at him, "I never asked you fer yer goddamn help." His elbow shook with effort as he tried to push himself up to standing, his knees quaking. God, he hurt everywhere. He glanced over at the other bed and saw Ichigo glaring at him. He returned the sentiment with his own. Gingerly, he made his trek back to his bed, the other occupants watching him, and climbed back into bed.

Grimmjow stared at the ceiling angrily. Why the fuck did he have to be woken up by that asshole of a boss, Aizen, only to be told that if he let something like this happen again he'd be fired. Then he got to find out that he shared the room with the littler asshole that got him here in the first place. His eyes slid to the corners and watched Ichigo interact with his friends.

He seemed so calm now. Huh, who would've thought that the little punk would carry something so deadly inside of him? Grimmjow watched in silence. It wasn't every day that he got his ass handed to him by someone else; especially someone much younger. He turned his eyes to stare out the window.

Before long, his eyes slid back to watch the young man. He watched him move his fingers through his hair, watched the muscles flex in his arm as he scratched at his chest. The kid was very well built, almost no fat at all. Did the kid constantly move or something? Did he not eat? Why the hell couldn't he look away?

Grimmjow's eyes widened and he forced himself to look at the wall behind the kid. Shit! That kid was messing with his mind. He couldn't help it when his eyes looked back down to stare at the kid's face, still scrunched up in an annoyed scowl, his lips pulling down into a frown. He couldn't help but stare at those lips.

All he could think about was seeing those lips pulled apart in a maddened smirk, crazed laughter filling the air. The kid's hair splattered red with blood, his eyes wide and pupils contracted with excitement. His heart beat picked up in pace, his face turning hot.

That kid was fucking sexy when he lost his mind in battle. He wanted to see that face again. No, needed to fight that kid again so he could beat that fine ass into the ground. Grimmjow paused and contemplated whether it was rage or lust he felt for the punk. Both?

Either way he felt he was going crazy just sitting there, so close to the kid but unable to touch him; unable to twist his fist into his gut; unable to hear his cries of pain. Grimmjow smirked, feeling his blood rush south. What he wouldn't give to feel his skin rip under his hands again; to taste his blood splattering in his mouth; to beat that condescending scowl off his face. Grimmjow licked his lips in anticipation.

What he wouldn't give to fuck that punk while tearing him down.

He smirked watching the kid again. Thoughts quickly flitted through his mind, many warning him of a quickly escalating obsession. With a smirk, he tamped those annoying thoughts down, allowing the sick feelings take over his mind.

He would have that punk under him again be it fucking him or fucking him up: preferably both. He looked up to the ceiling again, smirking. He closed his eyes, his body worn out.

Grimmjow honestly couldn't have cared less. He'd certainly have pleasant dreams.

Ichigo glanced over at Grimmjow. He had noticed the older man watching him, and needless to say it was unnerving. Why was he watching him? What, did he want a round two? Shit! Can't he heal first? When he felt better, fuck yes! He still had to teach that asshole some manners. Ichigo turned to glare at the sleeping dick.

Crazy bastards like that are what make people like him miserable; purposely shitting on them and their existence.

Fuck he was determined to prove himself once and for all to that asshole! He watched Grimmjow sleep with determination, ignoring the two men talking to him. Just wait and see, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Ichigo Kurosaki was determined to give you hell!

Now all he had to do was get better so he could beat his ass. Ichigo sighed. This was going to be a long healing process. He rolled his eyes to stare glumly at dumb and dumber still jabbering away.

Yep… Really long.

.:.~End of Chapter 4~.:.

So I know this chapter isn't as long and that there isn't much in it BUT this chapter is a transition chapter and is much needed for the next ideas to flow smoothly. Without it, it would seem far too abrupt and sketchy. Filler chapters are sometimes needed. THOUGH we did see some development in Grimmjow's 'obsession' with Ichigo and some development between Ikkaku and Ichigo friendship-wise. So I suppose it wasn't completely filler. And I couldn't put the two chapters together because it would make the chapter far too long and it wouldn't fit in at all. Again I say it'd feel too rushed and abrupt.

:D Ah yes, the fight scene in the beginning. Who thought Ichigo was gonna wipe the floor with Grimmjow's ass? Well, Hollow Ichigo and Grimmjow were pretty close, toe to toe, in the anime. I tried to make it more like that, both of them weakening each other, but Ichigo still winning just slightly. And before there's any confusion, no Ichigo did NOT break Grimmjow's arm. He simply popped it out of socket which hurts like the fucking devil, by the way. Oh, and Shiro, as many have so dubbed him, is not a split personality. He is simply Ichigo when he loses control of his mind. Ya know? Blacks out in mindless rage, not so much crazy but angry.

Ah yes. KawaiiBerry-chan, you asked me to put in a certain statement. Did you see it? 8) See? I did put it in there XD like I promised.

Next chapter things will definitely be on the move towards more steamy interactions between Grimmpa and Ichichi, not just violent…. Well maybe violently steamy lol XD What a tag team, yeah?

So despite this being a transition chapter (mainly), being about 1,000 words shorter because it is a transition chapter, please review and tell me what you think! 8D

LOVE YA GUYS! UNTIL NEXT TIME, WHICH SHOULD BE LIKE TWO WEEKS! XD

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