The man in the photograph was well-groomed and professional. He was wearing a navy suit with delicate silver pinstripes shooting through the material, a crisp white dress shirt hidden underneath. The coffee colour tie around his neck was pulled tight, matching the suspenders Ichigo could just make out. The man was standing talking to someone, jacket open and hand hidden inside his pocket. He appeared pleasant enough, smiling ever so slightly. His black hair was shoulder length, wavy and ever so slightly pushed back at the front.

His eyes matched his tie, Ichigo noted, as turned the photograph over, looking at the back and placing it back onto the table, "So…What am I looking at exactly?"

"This," Alek said pointing to the picture, "is Shukuro Tsukishima, he is very well sort after in the business world at the moment. He owns a select number of businesses, donates to the local hospitals and even owns two or three schools. The man just can't seem to keep his nose out of the books. For all intents and purposes he is a young, generous, handsome entrepreneur! However, we have intel suggesting he is heavily into drug and sex trafficking. Not only that but he has been swindling companies out of money for years," Alek sighed. This man had been a thorn in his side since he had been Boss.

Ichigo looked at the photo. The man didn't appear to be as bad as he was told; however, Ichigo knew only too well that demons wore the nicest of smiles. Looking back to Grimmjow's father he realised that this man also fell into that category, "what do you want me to do about this?"

"This man is a façade," Alek swiped the photo from the desk, "the real man is a conniving bastard, who would do anything for money and position. Which brings us to the real issue," Alek pointed a finger to Grimmjow.

Both Ichigo and Grimmjow looked to one another, confusion written on their faces.

Grimmjow had been silent, listening to his father prattle on about this guy. He'd heard it all before, but why was he being dragged into now?

Alek rolled his eyes, "I stepped down from Boss about two years ago, in terms of me you're still a fledgling. I mean, you do a good job, but you're still coming to grasps with it and I know that." Alek waved a hand in his son's direction.

There was nothing wrong with the way his son, Grimmjow, was running things, not in the slightest. He was smart, quick and not afraid to get his hands dirty. God knows, Alek had been pushed to his limits whilst Grimmjow had grown up. The boy could get in more trouble, faster than most yakuza he knew! He'd been such a headache, but a true yakuza in the making.

Alek smiled, he was proud of his son and what he had become. The boy was everything he could ask for, heck both his children were.

"He's interested in your position, Grimmjow, and let me tell you, he is not a man to balk at the sight of a challenge. He's been interested in our territory since I was in charge, so I've kept tabs on him for years. Apparently he's started making his moves, selling on our territory and getting friendly with your lower ranking men," Alek pulled a cigar from a case on the table. Lighting it he inhaled deeply and eyed the two men.

"But I've never heard any of this! Why wasn't I informed?" Grimmjow looked to his old man, wishing he could snatch the cigar from his hands and take a drag on it himself.

This was ridiculous, he was the Boss and hadn't gotten inkling about what was going down under his nose. He was angry, not just at his own men, but his father. His father had known and never told him anything. This illustrated to Grimmjow that the man still sheltered him from certain issues pertaining to his job. He wasn't a child anymore, damnit!

"Never needed to be mentioned until a hit had been put on you," Alek sucked his cigar, measuring his son's reaction. He'd learnt from the best, because Grimmjow let nothing show his face, a mirror of his own.

"Like I give a fuck about that. I've had hit's on me before, hell I had one when I was seventeen," Grimmjow cracked his knuckles, itching for some confrontation. He'd killed the last guy who tried to take him down.

"Hold the fuck up!" Ichigo threw his hands into the air. He had seemingly been forgotten during their little father-son catch up session. "Yakuza? Boss? Hits? Sex and drug trafficking? What the hell is going on?"

Alek looked at the confused boy that sat opposite him. Ichigo looked like hell, nothing like the small fiery little shit he'd known when he was a child. Alek tapped the ash onto the matt, "I thought you knew."

"The fuck I know anything!" What had Ichigo done to deserve a morning like this? Could it have possibly been all the stealing? The women? The binge drinking? The drugs? The strip tease he had given little Grimm over there?

Ok. Looking at the list, he probably did deserve the morning he was having. However, that still didn't make it any less annoying or frustrating.

"I'm the head of sixth Yakuza faction in Japan," Grimmjow commented. He hadn't necessarily wanted to tell Ichigo exactly like this, with his father watching them closely. But now was most likely appropriate with the current turn of events.

"Awesome. That's just great! I'd," Ichigo pointed to himself, "have to be the only one to befriend a young master of the Yakuza as a small child!" Ichigo waved his arms sarcastically.

That certainly explained a few things though, Ichigo thought. All the money for starters, not to mention the constant surveillance of some creepy looking fuck in a suit… Ok, it had kind of been obvious, but why him!?

The two men sat there letting Ichigo go through the motions. Both of them knew, only too well, that people usually accepted what they were and moved on or didn't (dead or alive). The later was more prominent.

Alek's wife had been one of the few that accepted what he did for a living. He had been lucky there, being so head-over-heels for the woman he hadn't been able to see straight for years. He'd even been distracted whilst threatening a man and accidently shot him in the chest instead of in the arm. Something similar had occurred when he was told that he was going to be a father, except he had accidently sliced off one too many appendages for the man to survive.

"So what does this have to do with me?" Ichigo sighed, snapping Alek out of his daydream.

So the kid was going to accept it, aye? Alek looked to Grimmjow and saw a small tug at the corner of his son's lips.

Alek sighed. He had known his son was gay since he was five, when he had met Ichigo for the first time. He didn't have a problem with what or who his son wanted to fuck, but this was not going to end well.

"We discovered that the man enjoys orange haired boys around your age," Alek gestured to Ichigo, matter-of-factly.

"I need you to infiltrate his closest circle, get him to trust you, heck even love you, so long as you get the information we require about his financial goings on and, of course, the hit on Grimmjow. Understand?"

"…Sure I understand, but why get some dirty little shit off the streets like me? Surely you have someone in the Yakuza trained for such… 'Issues'," Ichigo couldn't help but become snarky at the ludicrous conversation they were having.

"Yes and no. Yes, we do have a multitude of people designed for such work but they're not that nice on the eyes and scream Yakuza lackey from a mile away. Plus not one of them is a natural carrot top, like you, with the skills required for this job. Of course you'll have some training in defence and seduction but you should be fine," Alek smiled at the boy.

"Seduction? I aint fuckin' anyone I don't wanna fuck," Ichigo spat at the man.

Grimmjow was mortified, speechless even. He didn't want Ichigo caught up in his mess, let alone seduce some whack job. Though he knew Ichigo wouldn't have any problems with that, if last night was anything to go buy.

"You don't have to but if the situation calls for it…" letting his sentence hang in the air, Alek proceeded, "look Ichigo, if you do this, you will not only have enough money to live, but you will also get rid of a few nasty problems from your past. Not to mention the protection of the Yakuza and my son."

Alek watched as the man sat stewing, knowing that there was no other choice. Alek had missed his line of work, enjoying the game just that little bit to ferociously.

"You can't expect Ichigo to do this," Grimmjow stood.

"What other choice do I have?" Ichigo was exhausted and still hung over. It was all too much to process in one morning. However, he really didn't see another choice and he didn't particularly want those people to find him…

There was a thumping in the hallway, growing louder and louder until the door slammed open making everyone jump, except Alek, who sighed and rested his head in his hands.

"Grimmi!" squealed the woman as she launched herself at Grimmjow, kissing him on the lips.

Ichigo's eyes bulged as the woman latched onto Grimmjow for dear life.

She was small, very small, Ichigo realised, although she certainly wasn't Japanese. She had porcelain white skin and was dressed in a cute pink dress with bows on her puffed sleeves. Her tiffany blue hair was long, waves rippling throughout its length.

She was talking incessantly with Grimmjow in a foreign language, Ichigo realised was French. He hadn't realised Grimmjow could speak languages other than Japanese.

Grimmjow pushed the woman away, blushing from his head to his toes. "Mum! Stop!" he pleaded.

Ichigo laughed, as the woman sat next to him, pouting as she did so.

Grimmjow's head snapped in Ichigo's direction "Shut the fuck up."

"Grimmi, you don't speak to guests that way!" She reached across and squeezed a muscle in Grimmjow's neck, taking him down instantly, "say you're sorry."

"I'm twenty six and -," Grimmjow winced as his mother's iron grip tightened on his pressure point.

"Lili, stop harassing the boy," Alek looked to his wife, who shot him a menacing glare.

Lili looked adorable to any outsider, but Alek had been on the receiving end of a few of her tantrums. She was the only one who could send him running away in fear like a five year old. There were three things you didn't mess with when Lili was involved; her kids, her kids and her cooking. You would think, being French she would have some skill, yet every time she baked him a cake or made him dinner he would suddenly have better things to do.

Letting go of her son, Lili turned to Ichigo, inspecting him carefully. She recalled the days she would go with Alek to pick Grimmjow up from Karate. She had been heavily pregnant at the time with their second child and could only watch from afar as Grimmjow had grabbed Ichigo's hand and run away from his father screaming, "NO! I'm not going home! NO!" Alek had sworn something fierce and called one of his men to chase after the screaming boys.

It was obvious to Lili, as she looked into Ichigo's tired, lifeless eyes that Ichigo had missed something pinnacle to growing up. Love.

Ichigo shot a glance to the woman that had been staring at him for about a minute.

"Sorry, she does that," Alek coughed, gesturing to his wife, "In a world of her own, that one."

Looking into her petite face, Ichigo felt as if he was an insect being analysed. Her eyes were large and crystal blue, the colour a replica of Grimmjow's. Ichigo certainly understood where his unnatural hair colour came from now, although, Grimmjow looked more like his father than his mother.

Lili's face cracked into a giant grin and Ichigo balked as he realised what else Grimmjow had inherited from his mother.

"I'm going to keep him!" she squealed, throwing her arms around Ichigo's neck. All Ichigo needed was a little love and care she thought, dragging a hand through his hair.

"Oh lord," Grimmjow clapped a hand to his forehead as the woman hugged Ichigo savagely. He could see how tense Ichigo was from here; he was almost plank like as his mother ran a hand through his hair.

How embarrassing, thought Grimmjow, thanking the heavens that his sister wasn't here to add to the calamity of what was a very stressful morning for both men.

"Lili, you can't keep the boy. Grimmjow's taking care of that, plus! He has a job that needs to be done," Alek stretched, putting his hands behind him.

Lili looked at her husband, stony faced, "Alek, I hope you haven't been up to your old tricks, or so help me, I will rain down on you so hard you won't be able to move for the next two months!"

Alek shuddered. He believed her but couldn't decide whether he would be hurt or pleasured by her rage. Marrying a foreign woman had done wonders for his sex life.

"You're always welcomed here Ichi and don't listen to what he says," she gestured to Alek.

Ichigo looked to Alek who shook his head. As much as he wanted to believe the overly affectionate woman, he knew there was no turning back.

"I'll send you a pack with everything you'll need, make sure you attend your training sessions and that should be about it," Alek jumped to his feet.

Scrutinizing Ichigo, Alek ordered Grimmjow to take him shopping for clothes and supplies, then left the room, the three of them watching as Alek exited the room.

"Don't worry about him lovely," soothed Lili, "he gets a bit grumpy when he hasn't eaten. I'll bet you anything he's going to the kitchen." Lili giggled and sprung to her feet running after her husband.

"Well that was one fucked up family reunion," Ichigo was so mentally exhausted he practically danced when Grimmjow replied, "Let's get the fuck outta here before they come back."


The two men had been shopping for hours. Ichigo had wondered when the blue hair devil's money would run out, but apparently he had an endless supply.

They were standing in what must have been the third suit shop of the day when Grimmjow exited the dressing room, pants sitting low on his hips, his ripped torso on show for the world.

Grimmjow inspected the pants in the mirror twisting to see if the fit was right catching Ichigo's eye.

Ichigo wasn't the only one staring at block of muscle that was Grimmjow, several shop assistance had stopped, mouth's open wide. One had even walked into a pole.

Ichigo was still annoyed that he had been dragged into this mess, but couldn't help but wipe the drool from his lips. The man was perfect for fucks sake!

For years Ichigo had preferred the sexual company of men rather than women, but he would be the first to deny such feelings. Women were easy to Ichigo, plus no one judged him, which was always a bonus. Yeah, he could certainly appreciate the sexiness of a woman but a man like Grimmjow made his blood burn and his skin tingle.

Shaking his head Ichigo ripped his eyes off of the expanse of Grimmjow's back, locking eyes with the man in the mirror, "Hurry up and put a shirt on, or we'll be flooded by all these wet women."

Grimmjow chuckled, turning to Ichigo, "Are you sure it's not you who's wet?"

Throwing a shirt at Grimmjow, Ichigo stood and left the shop. Tensa stalked him like a shadow, bags in tow.

"Ichigo! Wait up you prick!" Grimmjow jogged toward the men, thankfully fully clothed. He hadn't realised he had held his breathe until it left him in a shuddering sigh. This was going to be difficult, Ichigo thought as he looked up at the man. He was horny and too attracted to the man for words. The combination was not good.

"You're such an ass. Now feed me!"

Grimmjow watched the man stalk away, appreciating the view from behind.

After their expedition Grimmjow was hungry for Ichigo's body. He had 'accidently' snuck a quick peek into Ichigo's change room during the day, gazing at his slim body in appreciation. Ichigo had bent over to pull on some jeans, when Grimmjow contemplated shoving his growing length into Ichigo's tight warm hole. Needless to say, he'd had to find a toilet soon after, his noticeably large package on show for the world to see.

I hope everyone enjoys my characters for Grimmjow's mum and dad! I know I enjoyed creating them. They're a bit weird and complete polar opposites but that's what makes them just so damn cute! Plus isn't it adorable that Grimmjow has such a cute, loving mummy since he's such a badass? I love my men with a soft side *sigh*.

Anyway what do you think Grimmjow's sister should be named? Let me know! I'll let you know what I decide if I get some good ideas or any at all haha.

Anyway stay tuned, 'cause I have many more plans, frickfrack, conflict and injuries in store! Mwahahahaha

Thanks for reading you awesome people!

Chibi-Tea-Chan xx

Ps. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my work and were so lovely, I cherish your kind encouragement.

Pps. Sorry Mayuzu, Ichigo may/may not have to whore himself out! Hopefully Grimmjow can stop things before it gets to there! Who knows!