It was late afternoon when they returned home, and after all Szayel's poking and prodding not once did Grimmjow hit him or snap at him making his younger sister and brother worry. Orihime and Szayel took the main house entrance while Grimmjow took the back way up to the apartment.

Grimmjow walked into his bedroom plopping down on his bed and then falling back on his back staring blankly up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and the orange haired kid from earlier that day flashed before his eyes. Replaying the events in his mind once again, the blush that crept up on Ichi's face the confusion and worry that dawned on him when Grimmjow had snarled. Wait why had Ichi been worried? Didn't matter. Grimmjow studied the features of the kid more intensely in his mind going over every feature from his bright orange hair to the chocolaty brown eyes, the toned chest, nicely sculpted biceps he had to imagine because the kids shirt was covering much of his upper extremities, but the jeans he wore were another story. Oh how they hugged his ass ever so lovingly. Grimmjow had never been the shy type and when he liked or wanted something you'd know so there was no room for misunderstanding, something he picked up from his role model Gin.

Grimmjow thought about what he would have done if he hadn't been so far off his game by emotions he didn't understand, emotions he shouldn't have been feeling for a complete stranger. If Grimmjow Jagoravich Jaegerjaquez was in his right mind, he would have had his way with the man in the parking lot of the school and yes in front of his boyfriend it's not like he hadn't done that before. And after he was sated he would have invited the red head back to his place for the night, so that he could fuck the kid into his mattress. And then out of nowhere Grimmjow's stomach twisted up in knots and his heart felt like it sank somewhere to the pit of his being and a little voice inside of him spoke and it sounding an awful lot like a small child "How could you think about my Ichi that way."

He opened his eyes and sat up on his bed blinking, he didn't remember closing his eyes he turned his head to the right to stare out the windows that lined the wall that went from floor to ceiling, the sun was going down, how long had he laid there thinking about Ichi. Furthermore the voice in his head sounded so real, was he going crazy, he shook his head dismissing the thought and deciding to keep it to himself. What he didn't need in his life at the moment was to be sent to another shrink.

There was a loud knock at his door and he answered in a groan.

"What." The door flew open and standing in the door way grinning from ear to ear showing all his pearly white teeth wearing nothing but black track pants and white t-shirt no shoes or socks, his long shiny black hair was pulled back in a pony tail sporting a black eye patch over his left eye with the words "Say something" written on it and in his left hand a butchers knife, his older brother Nnoitra.

"Nnoi what the-" Grimmjow started to say but was cut off by his brother.

"Hime's gotta date." Grimmjow's blue eyes widened as he scooted off his bed and darted to his closet yelling back at his brother.

"When is the fucker getting here?" Grimmjow found his titanium bat propped up in a corner.

"He's already here." Now that pissed the blue haired male off, how rude.

"You're fucking kidding me? Hime knows the rules. Does Pop know?" Nnoitra shook his head "Ah and I was going to take it easy on the helpless fucker. How did you find out?" He asked his brother they were practically running down the stairs two at a time.

"I was in the fucking main house kitchen making a snack. And mom answered the door, I heard her talking to him telling him that Hime would be down in a minute." Nnoitra finished his explanation as they reached the bottom floor, Grimmjow ran a hand through his soft spiky blue hair resting his bat on his shoulder as he sauntered into the living room where his mother's sweet voice floated from.

"Hey what the fuck is going on here?" Grimmjow said as he and Nnoitra walked into view. Orihime's eyes grew wide and she immediately jumped to her feet, she had been sitting next to her date. The boy was awkward looking with straggly chin length brown hair, he wore black slacks and a white button up shirt. She reached down and begin pulling at the kid's arm trying to get him to stand up. But the kid was frozen to his spot on the sofa staring up at Grimmjow and Nnoitra.

"Grimmjow, Nnoitra you boys better behave." Rangiku stared up at the two rubbing a hand over her protruding belly her eyes narrowed but neither of her sons were paying her any mind.

Grimmjow gave the boy in question a feral grin before he spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?" He finished his sentence by pointing his bat at the kid sitting on the sofa. Nnoitra began balancing the blade part of the knife on his fingers. The kid wiped his hands on his pants before standing up and sticking a hand out in Grimmjow's direction.

"Hi, I'm Keigo Asano, you must be one of Orihime's brothers she-"

"Who the fuck else would I be." Grimmjow cut in he didn't shake the kid's hand in fact he smacked it out of the way closing the distance between him and the young man. "Do I look old enough to be her father? Are you calling me old." Keigo hadn't meant to plop back down on the sofa but with Grimmjow practically breathing fire on his face it was all terribly unnerving.

"Grimmy please stop." Orihime began pleading with her older brother pulling at his rather large bicep.

"Yeah Grimmy it's my turn any how." There was high pitch whirring sound as Ikakku and Szayel walked in. Ikakku was wearing only blue jeans his tan work boots and his tool belt carrying his power drill in his right hand holding it up, smiling from ear to ear as he pressed the trigger to the drill the sound echoing throughout the room. Keigo's eyes grew wide as they moved from Ikakku to Szayel. Szayel fixed his purple framed glasses on his face as he stared at the syringe he held in his hand he flicked it once, and then squeezed the plunger the golden liquid squirting out.

"Hey Kid we love our sister, do you love your knee caps?" Ikakku felt that was a legitimate question to ask as he played with the drill in his hand, when he finished his sentence Grimmjow swung his bat at the kid's knees stopping centimeters from them making a popping sound with his tongue he gave the kid a nod and then smiled at him menacingly.

"Okay that's enough from you four. GIN!" Rangiku stood up yelling for her husband who was in his study working. She turned to look at Orihime who had buried her face in her hands and at Keigo who look like he was either going to piss his pants or shit himself or maybe both. "I'm so sorry you two."

"What is it Rani?" Gin walked into the room looking down at a set of blue prints, he looked up his eyes closed in slits a grin from ear to ear. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before he spoke.

"My my why wasn't I invited to da party ne?" He rolled up the blue prints in his hands.

"Daddy please-" Orihime began knowing how this was going to turn out she had been through this so many times before.

"Oh well just let me go get my gun." Gin finished his sentence turning on his heels heading back towards his study. The boys had been looking at their father and when Gin made no inkling that he was going to break up their fun they all turned their attention back to Keigo. The young man instantly felt small, he knew they were joking right?

Rangiku managed to get the two out of the house before Gin actually returned with his gun. The man stuck his lower lip out at the realization that he had actually missed all the fun.

"Tell me dat little shit left here scared for his life?" Gin asked his sons.

"Gin don't feed into this, you're the adult remember." Gin shrugged his shoulders. Grimmjow nodded to his father.

"Good I want him ta think long and hard about where he places dose hand o is' tanight." Gin was about to head back to his study when he had an urge somewhere inside to ask his son about his day, Grimmjow and Szayel were the only two left in the room.

"Grimmjow how was ur' day ne?" Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed in confusion why had Gin specifically asked him, Szayel was standing not two feet from him. Did Gin think that he would start some shit on his first day.

"It was good Pop, I didn't get into any trouble if that's what you're getting at it." Grimmjow answered truthfully. Gin opened one blue eye to look at his son he shook his head, his purple silver hair was nearly covering his eyes now.

"No jus wanted ta know, just had father's intuition is all don't get so touchy ne." Gin closed his eyes.

"I'm not getting touchy, and there is no such thing as father's intuition and even if there was you couldn't get it because I'm not actually your kid-" Grimmjow immediately felt guilty he hadn't meant for that to come out that way.

"My my son, no need ta chop my head off o'er it, I jus care is all." Gin waved his hand which actually was still holding his gun over his head as he began to walk away.

"Sorry Pop, I didn't mean it that way." Gin waved his hand again but Grimmjow still felt guilty and he felt he should do something to make it up to his father.

"I….hit this kid with my car door earlier today, he was fucking sexy as hell too." Gin stopped and turned his torso one eyebrow raised, his interest peaked.

"Oh...do tell. Will he be coming by later?" Gin asked he already knew about Grimmjow's promiscuous ways in fact he approved, he felt no boy his age should be tied down.

"Pfft No." Szayel offered his two cents and Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "First of all the kid has a boyfriend." Gin had walked over to his two sons.

"Well dat has never stopped G before." Gin fist bumped Grimmjow who gave his father a shit eating grin nodding in agreement. Szayel only rolled his eyes and continued what he was saying.

"And secondly he fucking snarled at him, Yeah real sexy that was." Szayel finished his sentence with a smirk.

"Fuck you Szay no one asked you." Grimmjow snapped at his brother.

"Snarled don't you mean growl?" Gin asked, a growl he could deal with but a snarl would be something totally different.

"No snarled like he was a fucking cat or something." Gin's eyes flew open and he stared at Grimmjow.

"Hey Szayel give us a minute." Szayel nodded in understanding and then left the two alone. "Jow have a seat I think we should talk."

"Anh Anh, I already know what you are going to say, and I'm not going back to a shrink." Grimmjow threw his hands up and started shaking his head. "Pop I know that face it was just a fucking snarl man."

"Grimmjow." The young man paused at his name, Gin never used his first name unless he was being serious. "I just want to talk to you." Grimmjow started to feel uneasy Gin never spoke with good grammar unless something was wrong.

"Yo, it was just a snarl, yer starting to freak me out man." He turned on his heels and started to walk out of the room.

"Jus tell me son what did da kid look like." Gin just had to know.

"It doesn't matter. I'll probably never see him again." Grimmjow waved a hand as he disappeared from view.

Gin sat back on the sofa rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb thinking to himself, he didn't hear his wife walk in.

"Do you think he remembers?" She asked standing over her husband rubbing her stomach.

"Nah, if he did, he would of ask us bout it already." Gin continued to rub his chin as Rangiku sat down next to him and began running her hand over his hair then massaging the back of his head. "I'm interested to know who that kid was, though."

"You don't think it's-"

"Nah, da last I heard he was at the university in Karakura Town."

"Maybe you should talk to Isshin jus to be sure." Rangiku supplied as Gin rested his head on her shoulder.

"Ah I've been meaning ta tell him dat we moved anyway. I'll do it as soon as we're settle. Remind me will ya."

"Yes of course I will."


Two weeks later

Ichigo Kurosaki spent the afternoon in the Dean's office of the school of engineering at Bleach University, he had been one of the brightest engineering students at Karakura University but in his Senior year after being at Bleach University for only a week he changed from engineering to social work. Not that the dean had anything against social work he just thought that Ichigo's talents were being wasted. In Ichigo's sophomore year he'd co-designed a cryogenic chamber with his father. The chamber was designed to place those infected with the Hogyokou virus into a frozen suspended state for no more than ten years in hopes that a cure could be found before then. Although it wasn't a cure, it provided people with hope.

"I know that your program is one of the best in the world." Ichigo agreed with the dean.

"Do you not find our program here challenging enough? Do we not provide you with enough leg room, enough freedom? Here at Bleach University, we are very well funded by private investors that includes alumni as well as certain government officials." The dean wiggled his eyebrows and Ichigo was taken back giving the man a 'what the fuck look'. "I'm just saying young man, you would get the funding for anything you want to pursue, it's just a matter of you asking for it. I mean your last invention, well let's just let your nobel peace prize nomination speak for itself."

Ichigo didn't need anybody to stroke his ego, his father did that enough.

"Look it has nothing to do with funding or my ideas, I just feel a pull in that direction, I want to help wayward children, kids without homes, my dream is to run my own orphanage." The dean opened and closed his mouth several times his brow furrowed and he rubbed at his chin.

"I must say that is an interesting dream, an honorable one no doubt but don't you think you can help-"

"No I don't which is why I'm going in this direction, I won't lie to you and say that I don't have a deep passion for biomedical engineering hell for all types of engineering." The dean's face beamed he could deal with that it was an opening, Ichigo continued "But my heart is somewhere else, and believe me mister when I say that is saying a lot. My heart is talking to me for once and so I'm gonna listen." Ichigo stood up and stuck a hand out for the Dean who stood up as well shaking the man's hand. "Thank-you for your time sir."

Ichigo left the Dean's office sticking his earbuds in his ears turning his tunes up loud, he stuck his hands in his pockets of his gray skinny jeans leaning his head back letting the sun shine down on his face. Drowning out the world, letting the tunes seep into his soul. He felt his cell phone buzz in his back pocket pulling the phone out, checking the text message thinking it was his boyfriend but instead it was his overbearing father.

"My darling darling boy two weeks you've been there talk to your mother not me skype son skype."

Ichigo rolled his eyes he had an hour before he had to be at his job tutoring for the engineering department. Finding a patch of grass somewhere Ichigo pulled his laptop from his messenger bag, he had half hoped that his father would not be logged onto skype, but just his luck the old man was. Before Ichigo could even press the video chat for his father, he was requested by the old man.

The video came up of his father, and he looked utterly exhausted. Isshin had a five o clock shadow, he was wearing a blue and gray checkered shirt and a white lab coat his black hair was sticking up and out in every direction, but the second he saw Ichigo's face his lit up brighter than a 100 watt light bulb. Ichigo imagined that his father's appearance meant he still was working long hours.

After spending damn near a year on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere searching for a rare flower that his father swore was the last piece to creating a cure for the most deadliest virus known to man, he found it. And once he was back in Karakura Town Isshin went to work making the cure to Hogyokou. It took him less than two days, the results were heartbreaking to say the least. It looked like it was working the new cure, but somewhere during the last phase of the virus patient's began to rapidly decline, if anything the cure only bought the patient a couple more hours to live. The flower was only part of the secret, there was still one last ingredient they were missing and Isshin would be damned if he wasn't going to find that missing piece.

"Oh my darling darling boy, what a surprise this is."

"Goat face what are you talking about you just texted me." Ichigo responded.

"What. I did, I don't remember such a thing, maybe I butt texted you." Isshin gave his son a goofy grin and a thumbs up.

"First there is no such thing and secondly, you had complete sentences you idiot try another excuse now what do you want?" Ichigo loved his father dearly but he was starting to irk him slightly.

"Why are you always so mean to your father." Isshin covered his eyes and began fake sobbing. Ichigo was starting to regret skypeing his father in the middle of campus, people walking by were beginning to look at him questioningly as his fathers fake wails grew louder and louder.

"Stop dad, I'm signing off if you keep this crap up." Ichigo said through gritted teeth.

Isshin immediately regained his composure he spoke in a serious voice.

"Son how is your new living arrangement going?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Ichigo answered a little too quickly for Isshin's taste.

"That good huh. You know you don't have to stay in a relation-."

"Dad, I'm serious I don't want to talk about Renji with you." Isshin pursed his lips, he didn't like his son being in a one sided relationship but Ichigo was a big boy and he had to make his own decisions.

"Okay son, how is school?" Isshin asked hoping this was a safer subject than his son's love life.

"It's school old man." Ichigo leaned back on the tree folding his arms behind his head.

"Your mother told me about you changing your major." Isshin stated plainly, Ichigo only shrugged his shoulders. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes for the hundredth time today yes."

"Okay okay, don't cut my head off." Isshin threw his hands up in defense. "Other than the major change, how are you liking Bleach University?"

"Neh it's a school, whatever." Isshin chuckled.

"Any thing worth looking at, son?" Ichigo narrowed his eyes his father was venturing back out into dangerous waters. "Ya know any hot young guys?" Isshin began wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Dad I'm in a relationship." Ichigo was trying to maintain his composure he had already told his father that he didn't want to talk about this particular subject.

"I know…..I know...but it doesn't mean you can't look son." Isshin paused a moment to wait for a response from his son and when he realized that one wasn't coming he began to press the matter a little further. "Ah come on Ichigo I know you have an eye and maybe it has wondered a bit."

Ichigo could just put his hands around his dad's neck and throttle the man but as it stood his father wasn't in reaching distance. The truth was every since the day in the parking lot, he couldn't help but think about a certain blue haired male. He often had dreams about him night and day. He wish he could say they were annoying but that would be a total lie. He liked to relive that day including the part where he walked into the man's door like a fucking idiot.

In fact Ichigo liked to imagine that was the moment he got the sense knocked into him. Every day since then he felt like he was alive and his body felt on fire and instead of the cold empty feeling he had felt practically his entire life or at least the part he could remember after all certain parts of his childhood were a complete and total blur.

He often imagined the voice, that deep gruff voice and that shocking light blue hair and those equally bright beautiful blue eyes, how could something be so perfect. Yes he daydreamed a lot about the man. And always hating himself when he caught himself doing it. The worse was when he was with Renji. Oh god Renji, his boyfriend loved him so much and after all the time and effort he'd put into loving Ichigo in less than the time it took to blink an eye Ichigo had fallen head over heels for a guy he didn't even know, a complete stranger.

He hated himself truly he did he wasn't a bad guy, but he couldn't very well ignore the pull he felt that day. It didn't matter any how, he would never see that guy again. Bleach University had over fifty six thousand students, and there was no way he would run into that kid again.

"Ichigo…..Ichigo." His father's voice rang through his mind shaking him from his reverie. Ichigo blinked several times.

"Son it's like you dozed off in the middle of our conversation….are you sleeping alright?" Isshin asked.

"Yeah dad I'm sleeping fine." Ichigo glanced down at his watch. Realizing that he had talked to his father longer than he had really wanted to.

"Well back to what we were talking about. The hot single guys at Bleach University so are they better looking there or are they better looking here?" Ichigo smirked at his father, although the man drove him crazy sometimes, okay most of the time, he still loved how much he tried even though it annoyed the shit out of Ichigo.

"Better here." Ichigo finally answered, his father wasn't attracted to men, but he often talked to his son like he was, Isshin loved talking with his son about everything even about the stuff he had no experience in what so ever.

"Ahh so ya have been looking. I knew it that's my boy. Tell me any spark your interest? No woman or man for that matter can resist the old Kurosaki charm, eh eh my boy." Isshin asked he leaned closer to the computer. Ichigo chuckled, checking his watch.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Listen dad I gotta get to work." Father and son said there good byes before Ichigo shut off his computer and shoved it back into his bag.

The orange haired kid decided to grab a quick bite to eat before meeting with the student he was going to tutor one on one. When he arrived to the tutor center he was still ten minutes early so he sat down at his designated area and pulled out his books thinking he would catch up on his social work classes since he did start late.

He was in the middle of reading about child development and psychological stages when he began to daydream. The same dream before but this time he couldn't see anything it was pitch black. At first he was uneasy not being able to see until he felt strong hands grab him by his shoulder and wrist. The hands began moving exploring his body, he knew this wasn't how the events actually played out but this was so much better than the reality. Then he heard the voice speaking to him the voice sent a jolt of pleasure rocketing through his body he had no idea what the man was trying to say but at the present moment he could care less.

"Hey...wake up." The voice said, well out of all the things Ichigo would imagine him to say that wasn't one of them. "Hey Ichi wake up." He said his name, he knew his name, Ichigo hadn't realized he actually knew his name. He felt himself being gently shaken slowly coming out of his sleep. He groaned in protest what a lovely dream. As his eyes began to focus, he thought he was daydreaming again when he saw that bright blue hair come into focus, the worried expression and those blue eyes.

"Hey are you my tutor?" Ichigo nearly jumped out of his seat, it wasn't a dream, the man he had been dreaming about for the past two weeks was standing right in front of him asking him if he was his tutor.

"Holy shit your my student?" Ichigo hadn't meant for it to come out that way. The other male just arched an eyebrow and then scoffed in annoyance.

"Well fuck sorry to disappoint." He said pulling out a chair slamming his books down on the table and then taking a seat next to a now fully awake Ichigo."

"No I didn't mean it like that." Ichigo swallowed the lump in his throat. The other leaned on the table and just stared Ichigo up and down.

"Well what did you mean?" He asked he flashed Ichigo a half smile showing off his pearly whites.

"Here let's start over." Ichigo reached out a hand and the other looked down at it and then back up at the red head, before taking it and gently shaking it. "I'm Ichigo."

"Grimmjow." Ichigo nearly passed the fuck out in his seat, from the warmth that the touch provided and then from the way the other said his own name, that voice, it was that god damn voice it was going to be the death of Ichigo.

"So you need help in…." Ichigo looked at Grimmjow to complete his sentence.

"Calculus...fucking hate that shit but I need it if I want to be an architect."

"Okay I can help you there, so what don't you understand." Ichigo asked looking down at his books not wanting to look at the other.

"All of it." Ichigo's head snapped up in disbelief.

"I hate to tell you, this but you should probably change majors."

"Not fucking happening." Ichigo's breath hitched when Grimmjow leaned in closer to him his breath on his ear. "It looks like you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together." Grimmjow pulled back so that he and Ichigo were cheek to cheek "Are you okay with that Ichigo? Because I gotta be honest, it doesn't bother me not one bit." Ichigo felt sweat beads forming on his brow as he tried to remember that he was in a serious committed relationship. "Well does it?" Grimmjow pressed the question. He wanted to be a shameless slut and throw himself on Grimmjow hell he had imagined doing such a thing for the past few weeks, but he owed Renji more than that and no matter how cold and empty people claimed him to be he had morals.

So reluctantly he placed a hand on Grimmjow's chest and gently pushed the man away. He spoke in a stern voice so there was no room for misunderstanding.

"I'm paid to tutor you and that's what I'm going to do Grimmjow, nothing more nothing less. Got it." Grimmjow sat back in his chair and rested an elbow on the table his cheek on his fist glaring at Ichigo trying to see if the man meant what he actually said.

"Whatever you say Ichigo, whatever you say." Grimmjow would back off for now but only for now after all he did have all semester.