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"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It was just a kiss, calm down, Kurosaki. It's not like she didn't want it, you know."

Ulquiorra scoffed, looking him up and down in disgust, "Don't bring Inoue-sama to your level, Grimmjow." He had to keep a composed stance. Letting just a drop of his superiority slip away would be devastating.

"Kurosaki, hold on." Ichigo lowered his fist, narrowed eyes glaring back at Ulquiorra, "Don't stop me from beating the shit out of him!"

All of a sudden, Grimmjow began to laugh. It was a hearty, maniacal laugh. "I see what's going on here!" He chuckled, shrugging Ichigo off of his collar and shaking a hand through his wild hair. His cocky swagger returned, and he strode up Ulquiorra. "The two of you can't stand it when another guy is with princess! It pisses you off when her attention isn't on you, huh? Ticked off that she wanted a kiss?"

"She didn't want it, Grimmjow. Inoue-sama is much more elegant than that. You kissed her, and that's bad enough, but it was a flamboyant, over-the-top kiss, and that wasn't needed. Especially in front of all of her friends." Ulquiorra looked at Ichigo, nodding as if saying 'Beat him to your heart's content.'

Ulquiorra watched. He had to make sure that Ichigo did a good job. After all, Ichigo had his own crazy streak, and he could get out of hand if not watched.

Orihime was dizzy. On top of that, she was angry, confused, embarrassed, and most of all, worried.

People rushed around her, making sure that she was alright, which Orihime appreciated, but she wanted it quiet so that she could think. Orihime knew for sure that Grimmjow had changed, she thought that he was different..but he wasn't. He was the same, testosterone-fueled man that she started out with.

"I can't believe he did that." Orihime whispered, "In front of everyone...I thought he changed, I thought we were friends."

"You can never trust maniacs like him, Hime." Yoruichi commented absently, her arms crossing, "What possessed you to bring him into your home, anyway?" Orihime's gaze was on the ground. She didn't want to admit that she had been tricked, that she had been used in a way. She didn't want to let everyone know that she was just as naive as when she was younger. This entire fiasco brought back horrible memories, past doubts, and an overall feeling of lowered self-esteem that was so evident when she was in high school.

Orihime's eyes scanned the room. She couldn't find Ulquiorra, but that was expected; he did say that he wasn't going to be here if Grimmjow was. But Ichigo wasn't either, and a bad feeling started to brew. Rangiku watched her, eyes a tad bit narrowed as it finally dawned on her what her niece was looking for. "..Hime?"

"Ah, yes?"

"If you'd like, I can go out and find Ichigo and Ulquiorra. It won't take long." Her voice was quiet, understanding. Rangiku felt as though she was at fault. She had pressured her niece into choosing one of the young men. Was that why she had invited Grimmjow? To escape from the confinement of having to choose a lover, she foolishly looked for love in Grimmjow? Really? Orihime nodded calmly, watching Rangiku head out the door, Gin following.

"I thought Inoue was smarter than that." Byakuya remarked quietly, and Rukia looked up at him, insulted, "Nii-san! That's no way to talk about her. She's going through a hard time right now, and for you to just insult her that way.."

Byakuya looked over at the auburn haired girl, shrugged nonchalantly, and headed for the door, leaving with pride just as he had arrived.

"Where do you think they are, Gin-kun?" Rangiku asked, her heels making soft clicks against the gray-white sidewalk. The fox faced man shrugged, his hair flitting in his face, but not bothering him at all, "Who knows~? They're frightful men, Ran-chan, the lot of them. They could be beatin' each otha purple with their fists for all we know. I hope there isn't too much blood. Hime might get queasy when she sees 'em."

"Let's hope not." Replied Rangiku, wishing with all her might that they hadn't killed each other yet. She sighed when she saw them. Ichigo was sitting on the curb, blood trickling down his bottom lip, scratches and scrapes evident. Ulquiorra was no better; his pale skin harbored various bruises and blood stains. Grimmjow was no where to be found, but Rangiku knew better. He hadn't retreated. He had suffered, beaten the other two men just as they had to him, deemed this unimportant, and left with that smug air around him.

"Wowww, looks like you beat 'im good, boys." Gin commented with his slightly Southern drawl. He noticed the blood on the ground, and judging from the truce members' light wounds, he assumed the blood belonged to Grimmjow. "Hime's worried 'bout 'cha, so why don't ya come inside?"

Ulquiorra stood, as did Ichigo, and they followed Gin and Rangiku back to the house. Rangiku opened the door, and everyone turned to see them come in. "Kurosaki-kun..Ulquiorra..." Orihime's face fell, "What..happened?"

"Perhaps it would be easier to call this party off, first, Inoue-sama."

"Yes..everyone," She turned to the crowd in her house, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience...if you would kindly return home.." The crowd slowly descended down the steps of her porch, leaving the house. It was insanely quiet now. Ichigo sat on the couch, in more pain than he let on. There were bruises forming all on his body. He never knew how angry he could get over a kiss. He felt stupid now, getting so worked up over that.

"You didn't have to do that." Orihime whispered, her hands on her chest, "I would have been okay..you didn't have to get into a fight with Grimmjow."

So much for Ulquiorra's plan of being nice. "On the contrary, Inoue-sama, I believe it was truly necessary. Perhaps now he'll realize that you're delicate, and the next time he tries to do something to you-"

Ichigo interrupted, "He's getting his ass beat."

Orihime sighed, and began to tend to their wounds with a first aid kit from the kitchen. She would never be able to change their minds.

Feh.

There's more to come, ladies and gentlemen.

Be patient, dears, this is a bit of a slow chapter.

The next few will be better, promise.

~Pofa.