Again… sorry Toshiro lovers. This won't happen often, I swear.
I thank-you for taking the time to read this! ^.^ Hope you're having as much fun reading it as I am writing it. Oh and I really appreciate the reviews guys! They're really valued, so thanks.
Did Rukia get what she deserved? I don't know haha. I hope you don't hate me for it -.- That would certainly be unfortunate. Oh-forgot to add. There is captive-ness in this chapter. Bondage I guess… *Shrug.* No idea if it's serious enough to say that.
I don't intend to get too dark-hopefully. I love happy endings and don't like pain all that much so it shouldn't get too bad. Please just stay with me.
Anyway, after that rather long rant, enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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Grimmjow hissed, tapping his foot in irritation. Where the fuck is that fuckin' berry?

In all honesty, what he was feeling was beyond irritation. Grimmjow had wanted to sleep in peace. That was fair enough, wasn't it? Then that little fucker had come in, eyes wide, face flushed, breathing as if he'd just run a fucking marathon and demanded he pass over his car keys. If that didn't give him reason to worry, he didn't know what should.

And because of that brat, he hadn't been able to catch a wink since.

Grimmjow was feeling uneasy, and the fact it was almost twelve o'clock wasn't helping. What had been so important at that little black haired bitch's place that he had to look like that and not even give him a call to say he'd be out for the night?

Another thing pressing on his mind was the bet he had made. He hadn't done it because he particularly wanted Nnoitra's car. He's only accepted because that fucking little bitch had challenged him. If Grimmjow had any flaws to admit, it would be his argumentative and competitive streak. But now he wasn't sure. Ulquiorra had talked to him after they made it while they drank some coffee…

"You're in love," Ulquiorra stated flatly, sipping his coffee, stiff despite the fact he was on a couch.

"In love?" Grimmjow repeated, incredulously. "Don't fuck with me."

"I'm not, 'fucking' with you," Ulquiorra replied, placing down his coffee. "It is clear that you are sexually attracted to him-"

"Sexually attracted doesn't fuckin' equal love," Grimmjow interrupted, swallowing down his cola in irritation, staring out of the window of the small café.

"No, it doesn't. However, you aren't experiencing just sexual attraction. What you've described is a desire to monopolise and possess."

"'s exactly the same," Grimmjow growled back. "Monopolising and possessing doesn't mean jack. If you have a hot chick, of course you'd fuckin' want her for yourself. Isn't that why you keep around your little pet?"

"She isn't a pet, her name is Orihime. And no," Ulquiorra replied a little testily, "I keep her around because I want her to be around-whether we are… making love or not. I enjoy her company. Besides, if sexual attraction were the only reason that I kept her around, then I'd only keep her there when I wanted to have sex. Isn't it the same for you?"

Emerald eyes stared into his.

"What?" he growled, only just paying attention.

"Do you only want him around to have sex? Don't you find things he does 'cute' or when he talks a certain way, acts a certain way… that he's irresistible? You've spent weeks in his company trying to woo him and you expect me to believe that what you feel is simply lust? Grimmjow, it's strange enough that you're attracted to a man, let alone Ichigo but what you're feeling, the jealousy, finding every moment with almost unbearable because you know he holds you no regard-"

"'No regard'? Isn't that a little harsh?" Grimmjow spluttered out over his cola.

"Why? Is it a falsehood?"

Gritting his teeth he gave a small shrug. "I guess not… but…"

"But you want him to regard you." Ulquiorra took another sip of coffee. "Grimmjow, this is just my opinion, but I do believe you are in love with him. I think it would be best to call off the bet… for both of you. Further, if Ichigo finds out about this-"

"I know, I know. I'm dead. Really dead," Grimmjow muttered.

"Very dead."

Grimmjow scratched his head as he placed his chin on the island bench of his kitchen. Did he love Ichigo?

He shook his head. Whatever he was feeling, he was sure that when he finally fucked Ichigo, it would disappear. Whether he was feeling these things because Ichigo had spurned his promise, whether it was confusion over his transformation, the desire to try something new… maybe even the desire to lay claim to Ichigo simply for the thrill of it… all of those were plausible reasons. Love was not. The fear he was feeling right now wasn't concern for his welfare, it was simply that Ichigo might be claimed by someone else. That had to be it.

Straightening, Grimmjow stared at the phone in his hand. Just call him, he coaxed himself. Just call to check. It's not as if you're confessing here. All you're doing is making sure he is coming back. It's security…

Security… yeah-fucking-right.

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Ichigo moaned, blinking to set his bleary eyes straight. Immediately after he remembered what had happened, he was wide awake, eyes flicking around the dark room.

He went to wipe his face, hating the grimy feeling, only to find that his hands were tied behind his back. He couldn't see them but he was sure it was rope. He looked down at his knees.

A cold metal pole ran behind them, bound with more rope. Fear spread through his veins like freezing water, halting his movements. The hell would he need to be in this sort of position?

Taking a few breaths to steady himself he allowed the time to get adjusted to the room. There was no light, only a small sliver snaked through from the gap underneath the large wooden door. It seemed he was under a house or building of some sorts because the floor concrete. A basement maybe?

There was nothing in the room, only him and the door. There were a few hooks though…

Ichigo let his eyes wander away from them, glancing down at himself. It seemed he was still wearing what he had been before, his khaki skinny jeans with a long chain hanging from it and a long sleeved shirt with a dark blue on the sleeves, running down the sides to the hem of the shirt. It was a favourite of his, the rest of it white with the exception of the black skull in a star in the middle of the shirt.

He hadn't lost his clothes yet, thank God. He had his key in his back pocket; he could feel the cool metal digging in to his backside. If he could get it out maybe he could try and cut the ropes. It would take forever, but it was a start.

Rocking to get himself onto his knees, he fiddled around in his back pocket, awkwardly searching for the small item.

He froze when he heard steps and quickly took his hand out of his pocket.

The door swung open, the light momentarily blinding him.

"Thank goodness, it seems you're finally awake."

Ichigo's eyes shot up, glaring at the culprit. "What the hell do you think you're doing Toshiro?"

Toshiro laughed, coming closer to Ichigo, hand on his shoulder. "I'm making you mine."

"…"

Toshiro put his foot on Ichigo's shoulder, pushing him back so he was on his bottom. "What? You don't think that I can do that?"

"You've lost it Toshiro."

Turquoise eyes lost focus, staring off into the distance. "Maybe I have Ichigo. Surely that's what this is."

There was another silence before Toshiro shrugged, shaking his head as he turned back to him. "Why does that matter now anyway? Come; let's get back to the matter at hand."

"Bastard, just let me go."

Toshiro smiled as he squatted next to the bound man, running a hand down Ichigo's cheek.

Ichigo growled, literally snapping at him. "Don't touch me," he hissed, voice of venom.

Toshiro had withdrawn in surprise, eyes wide before he sighed. "I didn't really want to have to do this Ichigo, I swear I didn't. But you're a little oblivious. I mean you didn't even-"

"'Know you liked me,'" Ichigo finished, mimicking his voice in irritation. "Is that what you were going to say? Of course I knew. You made yourself pretty clear. But I didn't like you so I didn't do anything about it."

A grin lit the pale face. "Is that so? Well, now we've got that out of the way, I'll explain why you're here. It's exactly like I said, I plan to make you mine. We can do that two ways. One, we can do it the easy way and you will submit to me-"

"Yeah right," Ichigo snapped back at him, glaring with enough hatred to melt an iceberg. "I ain't letting you have your way, you coward."

"Or the hard way," Toshiro finished with a sigh. "You're certainly very spirited Ichigo."

He snarled, pushing away from him. "And I don't plan on being otherwise. I'm not going to play your game."

"Very well," he replied, standing. "Then I guess I'm going to have to break you first."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Ichigo demanded as he watched the ivory headed man disappear through the door.

"You'll see!" he called back, slamming the door behind him.

Shifting in nervousness and discomfort, Ichigo wondered how long it would take to cut through the rope. Would he have time before Toshiro came back?

Several minutes went by, or what Ichigo assumed were minutes, time was a little hard to gauge, and still there was no movement.

Taking the chance, Ichigo once again reached for the key in his back pocket, finally grasping the now warm metal in between his fingers. He just prayed to God he didn't drop it. Rocking back to his knees again, he began to work at the ropes. He was sure he'd have them off before he turned ninety.

XXX

"What the fuck?" Grimmjow cried, frustration so great he couldn't handle simply thinking it anymore. It was almost morning now and that little brat was still fucking around.

He wanted to punch something, or better yet, break something. But there was nothing in his house he particularly wanted broken…

Eyes flew once again to the small black phone. One call. It wasn't that hard right?

Gritting his teeth, he dialled the number. If that fucking berry didn't answer…

"Hey, you've reached Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm not here right now so if you'd like to leave a message or call me back later, it'd be appreciated."

Grimmjow threw the phone across the kitchen, watching as it smashed into the fridge. Standing, he grasped handfuls of hair, turning away from the phone.

The kid wasn't answering. Maybe he was getting laid? That idea was even more frustrating and Grimmjow made a reach for his home phone. He was going to find that fucker.

He went over to the white fridge, ignoring the dent in it from where the mobile hit it or the pieces of plastic littering the floor and searching for the number Ichigo had given him for his band members.

"If you can't reach me and you really need to, give these guys a call. They should be able to get in contact with me." Ichigo laughed, handing over the piece of paper. "I don't know why you're being so insistent. It's not like I'm a kid anymore. I won't go wandering into trouble. Unless it bothers me first."

That's what he'd told him when he'd given it to him. Yeah right, no trouble. What was this then? Grumbling, Grimmjow jabbed the number in, tapping his feet as he waited impatiently for an answer.

"Hello?" came the desperate reply.

"It's Grimmjow, I'm the guy that Ichigo's freeloading with. Do you know where he is?" Completely oblivious to how desperate he was sounding, or how concerned, he simply willed the man on the other end to reply quickly. It had better be quick or Grimmjow would personally rip all of his limbs off once he found him.

"I-Ichigo's missing," the man finally replied.

All thoughts went out the window and Grimmjow just stood, completely stunned, as if the world was on pause. Then moments later, everything seemed to be going much too fast. Grimmjow felt a surge of anger grip him, along with a fear he had never known. That little brat was missing? He thought he could get away with just disappearing?

Grimmjow knew at that moment that Ulquiorra had been right. What he felt was most certainly more than lust. And now that berry was going to fucking pay for jerking him around. Missing? He thought he had permission to do that?

"Hello?"

"I'm still here," Grimmjow snarled, a vicious growl that left the other party quaking. "When did you see him last?"

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Grimmjow stalked into the little black haired bitch's house. What the fuck had been her name?

"Rukia, try to think clearly, what exactly had he said?"

Oh, that's right, Rukia.

Grimmjow shoved past the red head from Ichigo's band-Renji and headed straight to the tiny she-devil herself. He grabbed her by the throat, slamming her into the wall.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" he roared, shaking off the scarred man-Shūhei.

She gasped for breath, her tear stained face turning blue as she struggled.

"Let her go."

Grimmjow's glare shot to the giant man Ichigo called Chad, who now had his hand on his arm before he shrugged him off, letting Rukia fall to the ground coughing and panting.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"I-Toshiro," she managed to gasp out, still coughing.

"Toshiro what?"

"He kidnapped Ichigo," Shūhei finished from the couch.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"I-I called him," Rukia sobbed out, head on the ground.

"You called him?" Grimmjow snapped.

"I-" she sobbed. "Toshiro threatened to kill me so I called him here and… and then he took him!"

Yasutora shook his head. "We've called the police and they said they'd look into it…"

"But it seems this fucker has several places. He's rich so he just buys heaps of shit so it's going to take a while to search it all," Renji added, slamming his fist into his palm in frustration, the curses coming naturally from his anger.

There was silence for a moment as Grimmjow's eyes flicked to each of them. "So, what? You're just going to sit here? Let's go find this fucker."