AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hello again everyone! *All glare* Yeah….I'm just not going to promise quick updates anymore. It is better if I not lie and say I'm posting another chapter unless it's actually done on the same day. Welcome to yet another chapter! I apologize for the amount of time I have spent to provide you all with the story I know you have been following and asking for (though I am sure you are enjoying other stories as well so mine may not be at the top of your list)!

Grimmjow: Oi! Don't downplay us! We are awesome! *pouts*

AWTG: Whatever. (G: *sulks*) Let's just give them what they want this time; they waited long enough.

NGBW: Don't worry; you'll get your revenge in a way that (hopefully) will leave you laughing or at the very least smiling!

Warnings: Cuteness, Funniness, Swearing, and first signs of Romance.

**Also, this is somewhat of a filler chapter until they actually get to the house. Sorry…..but I decided this is how it will be.**

Enjoy!

Amoris Oppositi part VIII

***Inside the car***

Ichigo had to admit the view from the front seat was definitely better than in the back. Still, he was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the way Grimmjow would occasionally stare at him and back at the road constantly. Likewise Ulquiorra was rather uncomfortable despite being the one who came up with the idea. Shiro was chatting animatedly about some of their friends; the ones he would advise avoiding and meeting. Grimmjow cackled with him at certain people; apparently that Keigo guy actually was a lot weirder than they saw, and that the red headed guy Renji would be an excellent fight partner.

"What about that woman who was meaning to absorb my brother into her chest?" Ulquiorra asked dryly. Everyone in the car laughed hysterically except for him; Grimmjow long since gotten over the weirdness of the woman. Hell, they all had seemed kind of weird.

"Rangiku is harmless. Though her breasts are another story. It's like they have a mind of their own!" Ichigo cackled, rousing a small smile from Ulquiorra and another round of hoots from the other two. Shiro wiped tears of mirth out of his eyes.

"You have weird friends yerself don't ya?" Shiro asked. Ulquiorra remained stagnant, whereas Grimmjow struggled to actually find a relatively normal friend in his circle. "Ah, come on! Don't tell me ya got nothing!" Shiro egged on. Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, the motion hidden as he was staring outside the window.

"Don't be ridiculous. What purpose would I need friends when I have Grimmjow and Nelliel for company?" Ulquiorra asked monotonously, his tone seemingly bored. Grimmjow winced; his driving taking them slightly off-center before he righted himself again. He blamed himself a few times for scaring away some of the people Ulquiorra tried to hang out with, but he always reasoned it was for his brother's safety. Ichigo looked rather concerned for the younger Aizen heir as well; to be without friends would lead to a very lonely lifestyle, and that sounded miserable. Shiro, on the other hand, simply shrugged and laid an arm on the silent albino's shoulder.

"That's okay; ya can borrow some of our friends! We got plenty to spare! I think ya would get along with Uryuu and Toshiro without a doubt!" He teased, killing the serious atmosphere just as quickly as it appeared before he noticed something. "Uhh…..Grimmjow-san? Aren't we going ta our house first ta pick up our stuff?" he asked, staring out the window that showed they were going in the opposite direction of their house. Ichigo frowned; he was just about to say something about that too. Ulquiorra returned his gaze back from the window.

"We were at your house for nearly an hour, waiting for your lunch period. I assisted your mother in packing your bags. They are in the trunk." He answered truthfully. Grimmjow glared; he was planning on not telling them that Ulquiorra had been inside their room. It just didn't seem right to the bluenette. Shiro flinched; he knew his side of the room was a lot messier than that of his elder twin's. Ichigo cringed as well; the idea of a stranger, albeit a stranger intending on remedying that situation, in their room was not something he wanted to think about. Ulquiorra was oblivious to all the body motions that occurred, believing his brother was merely checking behind them before turning.

"Uh…..thanks for that. I'd feel bad if mom had tried to do that by herself. That reminds me, what the hell was Goat-face doing when this happened? I know he was working from home today." Ichigo asked. Ulquiorra looked horribly confused; he was the only one who didn't hear the nickname they gave to his dad. Grimmjow snickered.

"Well the first twenty minutes he spent with us was showing your baby photos." He cackled. Ichigo nearly paled the same shade as Shiro, whereas the paler twin's cheeks bloomed into a bright red. "I especially liked the Halloween costumes from when you guys were like, six or something." Both Aizen heirs smiled brightly, and Grimmjow's whole frame was shaking with repressed laughter. Ichigo lost the pale sheen and turned bright pink all the way to his ears. Shiro turned as red as an apple.

They both knew damn well which picture they were talking about. When they were six years old Ichigo and Shiro had argued over who would be what for a costume party. For some reason, Ichigo decided it would be more fun if one of them was a king and the horse he rode on and their tiny baby sisters were the princesses. The picture was of Shiro on his little hands and knees dressed as a black and white pony doing his best impression of a whinny while Ichigo sat (carefully) on his back with a plastic sword and a stern look on his face, little two year own Yuzu clinging to him happily in her tiny princess outfit and Karin tugging at Shiro's tail. It was an embarrassing picture for the boys due to just how….cute they looked. It was too cute. It was stupid cute. It made Shiro want to karate chop steel to regain his manliness. Finally Grimmjow couldn't hold back his laughter, causing the twins to recoil in anger and embarrassment. There was one bright side to the picture; it was the inspiration for why Shiro called Ichigo 'King' and himself the 'Horse'. But almost no one outside of the family knew about it.

Ichigo smacked him on the stomach, causing the bluenette to yelp but not steer off the road. "Shut up you blue haired bastard." He managed through his teeth, his blush slowly fading away. That did not deter his companion; however, as he merely grinned as the shock of the smack ebbed away.

"Aw, let's not get to pet names so soon…Berry." He taunted. Ichigo's red face flushed even more as he forgoes the slap and straight out socked the man in the stomach. This made the car lurch slightly, but not enough to cause anyone any alarm. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Grimmjow complained. "If that hit was any harder, I could have gotten into an accident." He snapped. Ichigo stared back with cold eyes.

"You want to piss me off more? Keep calling me that. We'll see who ends up with their ass kicked." He threatened. Ulquiorra raised his voice once again.

"I am unsure as to your fighting ability, but Grimmjow is talented in many fields of fighting, including jujitsu, kendo, aikido, and the American kajukenbo. I am not certain what qualifies you as formidable." He stated plainly. Ichigo ignored him; the guy was just being really literal. Shiro snorted.

"American martial arts? When the hell, and where, did ya find time fer that crap?" he asked, reclining more into his seat now that the embarrassing photos were currently forgotten. Grimmjow shrugged.

"Fighting comes naturally to me. So dad got me all these different tutors and instructors that kicked my ass as needed until I became the man you see today." He boasted smugly. No one saw the look in Ulquiorra's eyes as he said this. Ichigo shrugged.

"You might have all those instructors who helped you out, and that's good for you." He began, a smirk forming on his face. "But I was trained by Yoruichi Shihoin. And she knows every form of Asian martial arts." He taunted. The taunt worked on Grimmjow; he grinned brightly at the aspect of such a powerful fighter. Ulquiorra was unimpressed.

"Then it would appear she is the formidable opponent and not you." He stated innocently. Shiro looked at him like he turned tan before their eyes.

"Uhh…..that means she taught 'im AND me all she knows. So…we're both pretty badass fighters." He pointed out slowly. The raven haired male raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What?" The snowy haired male asked flatly. Ulquiorra merely shrugged.

"You actually use a martial art style instead of merely swinging your fist and hoping it collides into your opponents face?" He asked; no trace of actual shock or amusement in his voice. It was as though he was simply stating the facts. Ichigo and Grimmjow glanced at each other; they weren't even close to the house yet and the two in the back were already disagreeing. Shiro stared at him blankly before cracking up once again.

"Did I look that bad back there before?" He smirked. "I ain't pathetic ya know! I can kick King's ass half the time just as badly as he can kick mine! Can't I King?" He turned towards his brother, pleading with his eyes to back him up. Ichigo shrugged.

"I can't say he won every time. But he definitely kicked my ass enough times to know that he isn't an ordinary albino." Ichigo stated plainly, leaning back into his seat. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"I can see that; usually you can see when I bruise up a normal person for days. Unless….you are wearing makeup to cover them up." He asked, peering over to look at the snowy twin. Ichigo glowered and smacked the ultramarine male on the leg. "What was that for?" He complained. The orangette simply glared at him.

"We'll talk about that later." The threat that was left unsaid was heard loud and clear by all inhabitants of the car. For a long time it was quiet as Grimmjow zoomed through the roads. "Hey, where are we going to be sleeping?" Ichigo asked suddenly. Grimmjow shrugged.

"I dunno. We have, like, twenty guestrooms to choose from. Choose whichever ones you want." He stated. Ulquiorra stared at him blankly.

"There are seventeen Grimmjow." He reminded him. Grimmjow withheld the urge to sigh or smack himself on the forehead; sure he was used to Ulquiorra's literalness, but it could get pretty exasperating at times. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the younger male.

"You don't take things lightly do you?" he asked. Ulquiorra cocked his head to the side, seemingly confused. "Uh…..never mind." He added, shaking his head. He could admit that the raven haired male's innocence was adorable, but there should be a limit to just how naïve someone should be allowed to be at a certain age. Shiro smirked.

"Well, it's not like we are gonna need all them rooms. Ichi an' I shared a room since we were born, and that's how it's gonna stay till one of us moves out or gets hitched!" he stated plainly. Grimmjow glanced over.

"Really? I would have thought at least one of you would jump at the idea of not sharing a room with the other for a few nights. No offense Shiro, but you look like the type to mumble or move in your sleep." He offered. Ichigo snorted; Shiro did actually talk in his sleep a few times, but it never really made sense most of the time. Said albino glared at the driver.

"Well fuck you Grimm…." He snapped, but then recoiled at the scathing look from both his own brother and the albino next to him. "Eh…..whatever. It's not like yer an angel when yer sleeping. Nobody is." He defended. Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Shiro just drop it. Just try to at least attempt to be respectful. This isn't our neighborhood and it would look bad on both of us." He pointed out, noticing that they were but ten minutes away from the estate.

"Yer tellin' me King. This seems more like Rukia's brother Byakuya's kind of neighborhood." Shiro noted. Grimmjow stiffened.

"You're not talking about Byakuya Kuchiki are you?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo blinked repeatedly. Damn, did everyone they know have some sort of odd relation or connection with the Aizen family? At his lack of answer Grimmjow huffed in exasperation. "Holy fuck! How the hell do you keep meeting all these people?" he asked, pushing his foot harder on the pedal. Ichigo gave him a flat look.

"Gee…..I wonder how we met RUKIA'S brother. You know, the GIRL AT THE SCHOOL YOU SAW BEFORE WE LEFT." He heavily emphasized. The albino riders hid their smirks from the glowering bluenette. Ichigo huffed. "Seriously, it's not that big a deal. She's pretty cool, while her brother has an ice rod up his ass. It's nothing a blind man couldn't see. Well, I guess Grimmjow couldn't anyways." He ignored the icy glare.

"Teh. Whatever, we'll be home in two minutes." He grumbled, feeling sore about being looked on as the idiot. The commuters scoffed at his mood. "Oi! I'll turn around." He threatened. Ulquiorra sighed.

"Do you think that would be practical dearly simple brother? We are within seconds of the estate." He reasoned. Grimmjow ground his teeth and kept driving. Lo and behold, the massive estate was seen before reached once again, and the passengers stepped out of the car. Their suitcases for the weekend were taken in by two butlers. A woman neither Kurosaki male had seen before immediately shielded Ulquiorra from the sun with a large umbrella. Since this seemed like a common occurrence for the youngest Aizen, the boys said nothing on the subject. As they walked to the front doors Ichigo paused.

"Hey, Grimmjow, can you hold up a second? I want to ask you a personal favor." Ichigo asked, his tone light and casual. Shiro raised an eyebrow; that tone was one he knew from several incidents that later included him getting his ass chewed out and throttled. This should be good…..too bad he wasn't going to see what it was about. Ducking under the large umbrella with Ulquiorra, he waved. Since the other was also an albino, Ulquiorra couldn't just outright push him out into the sun without feeling guilty anyways. Grimmjow leaned against one of the massive columns that graced the estate's main opening.

"Is this about whatever the hell you were going to talk about in the car?" he asked, wary of the orangette's next move. Said redhead nodded, his familiar frown set in place. For several moments all was quiet, Ichigo's glare dead set on the elder male, making him uncomfortable. "Uhh….Ichigo? What do you want?" He asked, shifting his weight from leg to leg. Ichigo took a deep breath.

"You…" He began, walking forward until they were chest to chest….well….almost; Grimmjow had a good four to five inches on him but he stood his ground nonetheless. Grimmjow was not one to be intimidated but he was still sore and bruised from when Ichigo punched him in the stomach. Several times as memory painfully recalled. Ichigo's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't want you to EVER. Touch. MY. Brother. Ever. Again!" he emphasized each word with a sharp jab in the elder male's ribs, just about the spots where he hit him. Grimmjow hissed in pain for a moment; the tenderness was spread all around his stomach muscles as well as near his ribs. He slid away from the column and glanced at the orangette in confusion.

"I thought we were already at an understanding with that. Besides….he accepted my apology…"

"That's not the point dammit! You of all people should know just how sensitive people like our brothers are! Yet you still beat him within an inch of his life!" Ichigo snapped. Grimmjow's rebuttal died in his throat as guilt flooded the heir. Now he could sympathize; Ulquiorra was so god damn fragile at times. Despite the arrogant attitude and perverted nature of Shiro, he actually had forgotten he was just as fragile. And Grimmjow hadn't been very lenient when he slammed the boy against the wall OR when he punched him repeatedly for his brother's sake. "Believe me I was mad at him too! He outright assaulted your brother and forced a kiss out of him when he had no right to do so, that's deplorable and very much unlike him to do. But that gave you no right to hurt him the way you did!" he clenched his fists.

"Due to the shock of him acting so strange I did nothing to stop you right away. Nothing to stop an overreacting elder brother from beating the shit out of my own kin. But that doesn't mean you had the right!" he snapped. Grimmjow glared.

"Oi! You said it yourself; it was 'deplorable' and all that shit! So how the fuck am I the bad guy for defending my helpless younger brother? Didn't your kid brother just brag about his so called skills in the car? Where the hell were they yesterday? If he really was so strong…."

"Don't you dare pin this on him! He was full of guilt for assaulting Ulquiorra-san and was beating himself up on the inside! You made it fifty times worse! You didn't have to throw him against the wall like that. THIS wall, for that matter!" he slammed his fist against the column, which was indeed the very spot where Shiro was slammed into; dried blood the groundskeepers failed to clean up at the bottom of the column was still there. Grimmjow winced; if there was still blood on the column today…..

One: The groundskeepers did a shitty job and would need to be talked to about doing their jobs correctly.

Two: If there was so much blood at the bottom of the column, he couldn't imagine how much had been there yesterday. No wonder Momo looked so horrified when she first saw him.

Grimmjow put up a hand, stopping Ichigo from going into another rant. "Ok. I admit it….I went too far." He agreed, sounding weary and weighed down with the knowledge that he had basically bullied yet another person in his overbearing way. "I did overreact. I wasn't thinking of him being in the same boat as Ulquiorra when I should have. Hell, I won't even speak to him unless he comes to me willingly. Can we just go inside now?" he sighed, really craving a cigarette but they were, unfortunately, safely locked away in his room right now. Ichigo had warily watched the turmoil of emotions wrack through the bluenette's eyes and softened up himself.

"You don't have to go that far. I just know he is going to beg you to spar with him in one of those large training rooms you have just to redeem himself and show off to your brother and myself." He put a comforting hand on the elder male's shoulder. "Oh yeah, and before I forget…." He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Grimmjow's ear and the man shivered.

Ichigo's smile turned twisted, and he tightened his grip on the elder's shoulder before slamming him into the column. Grimmjow let out a grunt in pain and shock as his back connected with the unforgiving concrete. "If you grab my ass one more time while we are here this weekend, I WILL know where you sleep by the end of today, and you will NOT want to keep the door unlocked should you value your life." His voice had darkened dangerously. Grimmjow felt himself become slightly fearful for his being but at the same time…..he felt aroused by the vivacious and daring elder Kurosaki. Like he had explained to the boy before, he was not into spineless sissy. And boy….was this kid full of fire. Fire he found himself once again desiring to touch. He forced a smile.

"Ya know what? I think I'm going to take you up on that offer. I still haven't recovered all the way from yesterday anyways." He peeled himself off the wall and cracked his back for good measure. Ichigo smirked.

"Good. And I am not above setting my old teacher on you if I find you annoying enough." He threatened. Grimmjow let out a bark of laughter as they finally entered the house, where the albino siblings did their best to not appear guilty or overly curious. "I would have thought you had already tried to get a proper tour of the house Shiro. Something holding you back?" Ichigo asked, knowing fully well that his nosy brother had been trying to listen in on what he and Grimmjow were…..discussing. Shiro scoffed.

"Keh! I don't need a tour! I just need ta stick with Ulquiorra-chan here and I'll be good!" he explained, wrapping an arm around the other albino, who looked extremely uncomfortable with the human contact. Ichigo gave him a warning look, and the younger twin sighed, removing himself from the younger Aizen with a quiet pout. Grimmjow smirked; so long as everyone kept their hands to themselves they didn't have to worry about any more issues this weekend.

"Sounds like a plan. I think we should figure out which guestroom you two will be staying in." he stated casually, already making his way up the massive staircase. Ulquiorra obediently followed, with the twins not far behind, a large grin on one and a weary expression on the other.

******Author Notes******

AWTG: Six guesses whose face is doing what and the first four don't count. *Grins* I really am sorry for taking so long to update. I will make this promise if anything; I will always update within three months….since that's how long I tend to take to be confident in my chapters.

Shiro: Ya should be confident in all yer chapters! I'M in all of them! *Grins proudly*

G: As if! You're the reason she struggles to get anything done!

Ichigo: Cut it out you two! *All three start fighting*

Ulquiorra: As the authoress has left in need of an aspirin, I shall continue the closing. She bids you all a wonderful night and she will do her best to continue 'churning out creativity' for your amusement. *Follows AWTG out to get tea*