Bonds

by Impervious Marr

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Summary: Con artists on a 'holiday', Grimmjow and Ichigo face trials and tribulations in the form of sexy stalkers and men in clogs - while avoiding being caught, of course. This is the story of their improbable friendship. GrimmUlqui, AizenIchi. AU.

Warnings: MxM, mentions of MxM, violence, swearing, crack, FLUFF; and stupid not-really-there humor.

A/N: LOL, I changed the summary again. And this took me a long while to actually write. xD;

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Um... A lot of caps lock abuse xD; (It's Shiro.)

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8

Showdown

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After getting out of the pool and actually changing into clothes decent enough to go out (naked, sadly, wasn't an option since it had police involvement), Ulquiorra left it to Grimmjow to decide where to eat.

But it wasn't really as easy as it seemed. At first. There were a few reasons for this.

1. Grimmjow wanted a burrito.

They were walking from the swimming complex and off to Grimmjow's car. He noticed that it was a sporty type - the vinyl in a disarray just like Grimmjow's mussed hair. A harmonious combinations of blues in a chaotic pattern.

How so very like Grimmjow -

"Hey, I wanna get a burrito," Grimmjow said suddenly, stuffing his hands into his jacket and shivering at the cold. "Shit, fucking freezing!" His hair was still damp and hung loosely. Ulquiorra liked it - but he froze at Grimmjow's suggestion.

2. Ulquiorra has... Selective tastes.

"A... Burrito?" Ulquiorra asked slowly and carefully, as if the mere word was a diseased thing. He stared blankly while Grimmjow returned the funny look, already pressing the unlock button for the car. He stopped midway beyond the door when Ulquiorra didn't respond.

"... You don't know what's a burrito?" Grimmjow deduced, much like Ulquiorra's blankness.

"What are you - I do know what is a burrito, thank you very much," Ulquiorra deadpanned in the middle of his speech, and Grimmjow barked out a laugh.

"Just checking, chill!" He started up the car when Ulquiorra already closed the door, accelerating in reverse. "Man, the way you put it makes it sound as if you've never had one before."

Ulqui just kept silent.

...

...

...

"I haven't."

Which brings us to point number three - Ulqui never had a burrito before in his life.

"Fucking hell!" Grimmjow swerved dangerously, almost hitting a nearby post box at the prospect of someone actually never eating a burrito before. He slammed the brakes, then turned to Ulqui. "You are so not serious!"

Ulquiorra gripped his seat, looking around. "What? What is it?"

Grimmjow looked horrified. "Oh my god, you are. Dude, a freaking burrito!" Grimmjow shook Ulquiorra as if the black-haired man lost his mind. "Where the fuck have you been all these years, in a freaking cave!? How can you not eat a burrito before!?"

"I just don't?" Ulquiorra suggested, eyebrow raised.

He really didn't see the big deal, but to Grimmjow, it was a freaking big-ass deal alright. "Burritos are like the holy beacon of Mexican food heaven! Saying that you've never tried one before is like defiling the holy soil of the Burrito Gawd."

Ulquiorra couldn't help it - he masked a smile, putting a hand up to hide it at the blue-haired man's dramatic words. Grimmjow's expression was like a puffed up cat, offended when Ulquiorra slipped out a chuckle.

"Seriously, it's not a laughing matter! That's it, I'm gonna get you one and right now," Grimmjow said determinedly, eyes glinting in a new light as he slammed on the accelerator. "Woo yeah baby!"

Ulquiorra could only grab at his seat in horror as Grimmjow flipped the middle finger at the car in front of them.

"My blind grandma can drive faster than so move your fucking slow ass! YEAH!"

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Ulquiorra was too busy trying not to move an inch lest he threw himself onto the ground and kissing it in relief.

Grimmjow was an... Interesting driver. That was the only thing that registered into his mind when all the events earlier were one big blur to him - Ulquiorra was busy trying not to look fazed as Grimmjow weaved through cars off to the Mexican Food joint, ordering a take-out through the drive-thru, and then going near-missing cars again.

They finally stopped somewhere near the central plaza. His usual deductive skills were reduced to muddled thoughts after that death defying experience, and silently promised to himself that he would never go on a joyride with this dude on the wheels.

Joyride. Like hell you want that thing to take you on a joyride.

I am ignoring you after this sentence.

You can't ignore yourself, Ulqui! True to his word, he really did. Damn!

Grimmjow opened his car window without actually going outside. The rustle of a plastic bag reminded Ulquiorra the whole purpose of this trip - to get food. The smell of tortilla and meat made him blink up in surprise. It didn't really help that Grimmjow shoved the food under his nose anyway.

"Try it."

"Why?"

"Because it's for you. Eat this burrito and revel in its glorious presence, ignorant fool," Grimmjow sniffed indignantly, unwrapping his own lunch - you guessed it - a burrito too. Ulquiorra just stared at the food in his hands, turning it over thoughtfully.

Well, he's always seen it in the pictures and in other people's hands. It didn't look too bad -

"Okay, it's enough that you haven't had a burrito before, but I seriously do not want to know if I have to teach you how to eat a freaking burrito."

Ulquiorra gave him an absolutely freezing, Antartic-cold glare.

"I take that as a 'Yes I do Know, You Infidel'," Grimmjow said, backing away.

"Good." Ulquiorra then turned to his neglected food, and to hell with it he just took out a bite.

There was a long period of wait in baited breath as Grimmjow stared expectantly.

...

...

chew chew chew

Ulquiorra then promptly swallowed, shrugging. "Not bad."

"Not bad? Not bad!?"

"I have yet to see the glorious effect," Ulquiorra said dryly, and at that, Grimmjow grinned sheepishly.

"Er, I got a bit carried away. But burritos are the awe in the awe... Some..."

Grimmjow's eyes bugged out when the burrito in Ulqui's hand earlier went missing.

"What the fuck? Where the hell is it?!" Then he pointed an accusing look to Ulqui. "... Did you throw it away?"

"No, why would I do that?" Ulquiorra licked his fingers lightly. "I ate it."

"... You ate it."

It really wasn't any surprise that Grimmjow found that extremely hard to believe. It showed in his voice, in which Ulquiorra casually brushed off with a look to the side. "Of course. I wouldn't waste food."

His stomach growled lightly, and he looked back at Grimmjow.

Then at the burrito in Grimmjow's hands.

Then at Grimmjow again.

"Aw, shit, no." Grimmjow glared at Ulqui when he looked at him expectantly.

"I'm hungry, Grimmjow."

"Shit that, man, so am I! Lemme eat in peace!"

"But I want that burrito."

"What, to throw it away like the other one?"

Ulquiorra sighed exasperatedly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "I did eat it. Now stop being a child and give me that burrito," he added, with an undertone of freezing ice. Grimmjow stuck out a tongue childishly just to annoy Ulqui.

"Lemme think about it - no. And there was no way you could've eaten that burrito so fast!"

"Want me to prove it?"

"Yeah!"

"Give me your burrito."

Too caught up in the moment to care, he held it out for Ulquiorra to take, and the black-haired man placed it gingerly between two fingers. Grimmjow smirked in triumph when nothing happened. "HAH! You did throw... It... Away oh my god."

Oh my god.

He was right. Ulquiorra really did eat his food, and consumed it properly - but Grimmjow stared in a mix of fascination and disgust as he watched. Why? Ulquiorra chomped it down as if there was no tomorrow.

He's... He's inhaling his FOOD!

Ulquiorra quickly finished, burping lightly. "Told you so. And excuse me."

Grimmjow stared a bit more, before blinking. Then he squawked indignantly. "Oi! You ate my burrito!"

"You gave it to me," Ulquiorra said innocently, shrugging.

"I did not! You did your manipula-skill-thing!"

"... Manipulation?" Ulquiorra asked distantly, then nodded slowly. "I suppose..."

"You're acting dumb!"

He smirked. "Well, maybe I am."

Grimmjow just stared at the downright fucking sexy smirk, and turned away forcefully, blankly winding up his car window, trying not to fall all over himself. He tried to think up of some asshole-ish comment to that, but nothing came up.

Until his stomach growled in protest. Loudly. Grimmjow's cheeks couldn't help but heat up. Ulquiorra decided to be a smartass about it.

"... You're hungry."

Grimmjow gritted his teeth. Sometimes, there were moments when he thought Ulquiorra was cute. Sometimes he thought that he was way too annoying for his own good.

This was one of those latter moments.

"I fucking know that, Captain Obvious! Now sit tight, I'mma get us some more burritos."

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"The airport, driver. Step on it."

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

He had a freaking limo. A limo. Weren't they supposed to be in a car? Aizen was just smiling as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Ichigo didn't do anything about it only because his mind was still blanked out.

... Guh.

The sound of the beeping phone jolted Ichigo horribly from his half dazed state, and he hastily grabbed for it. Sliding it seamlessly, he was surprised that it was from Grimmjow and not Shiro.

Well, he did leave Grimmjow to wallow in self-pity...

From Fucktard (12:45 PM)

Fucker stole my burrito!

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, blinking. Who was actually stupid enough to deprive Grimmjow of his favorite food? He was about to reply before Aizen neatly plucked the phone out of Ichigo's hands. "Hey - oi!" he exclaimed, reaching out for it but Aizen placed a finger on Ichigo's lips, and he started to blush, remembering what transpired earlier. "Hiro -"

"Shh." Aizen then stuffed it into his pockets as Ichigo stared, starting to hyperventilate. "Now, now, Ichigo - I know that you're preoccupied with the thought of that kiss, but I really need to ask you about this Shiro -" He stopped immediately as Ichigo licked his finger.

Ichigo stared.

Aizen stared some more.

A bird promptly did its business on the windshield of the car and the driver shrieked in surprise, but both of them didn't notice.

Aizen smirked. "I hadn't known you were so daring, Ichigo."

"S-Shut up!" Ichigo replied heatedly, cheeks blazing red. "I wanted you to stop rambling! And give - me - my - phone -" He dived for the chance to get it back - literally - ending on top of Aizen, straddled across him. He was trying to get a good grip while feeling up Aizen's side pockets. He grinned triumphantly when his fingers reached a familiar lump, and was about to take it when the car - limo thing suddenly jolted, and Ichigo's head somehow hit the near counter-top thing, hard.

THUNK

"OW, fucking shit -" He whimpered, putting up his hands on the sore spot as his forehead hit Aizen's shoulder. "Ow, ow, ow..."

"Ichigo?" Aizen had winced at the sound, so it must be painful. "Are you all right?"

"I think so... Ow. Okay, maybe not -"

The car door suddenly opened wide, with the chauffeur ever-ready at the door, respectfully bowing.

"Sir, we are now at the - Aizen-sama!?" The chauffeur cut his sentence off, eyes bugging out at the sight.

This is what it looked like to the chauffeur.

Aizen-sama's guest's cheeks were flushed and his mouth was slightly opened, eyes clouded. Other than that, the boy was straddled quite suggestively across his employer, hands to either side of Aizen's torso and Aizen's own arms around Ichigo's waist. Both were mussed up as if they got into a slight fight.

The dark-haired man looked faintly annoyed at being interrupted.

Well, to anyone else, it seemed like both of them were having the time of their lives before the door was opened. Aizen realized this particular detail, and Ichigo didn't - well, at least, before Aizen cleared his throat.

Then he blushed horribly, hastily getting off and falling all over himself.

"This wasn't - I wasn't -"

"Whatever you may or may not see here today, Fujiwara, is none of your concern," Aizen said cheerfully, with the ever present threat hanging in the background. The chauffeur gulped silently, nodding. "Good. Come, Ichigo."

"- and I definitely - didn't - oh my godddd." Mortified, Ichigo could do nothing but stare out in shock even as Aizen pulled the boy towards the airport terminal.

He subtly pulled the boy closer to him and pressed him up against his side, looking to the people around - chuckling.

"You might want to call your friend to see where he is," Aizen said lightly, and Ichigo blinked at the phone held up in front of him.

Wait, why is he giving me back the phone?

He blinked again, and squawked when he realized one conclusion.

This was the time when Ichigo found out that Aizen was a sly manipulator.

"You planned all that!?" he demanded. When Aizen merely smiled merrily, the boy knew that it was all true. "The fight and the whole pouncing and the whole -" He cut off with a whine. "Ehhhhh!"

Stupid fucking stalker!

Yeah, a sexy stalker, if you ask me.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

He looked to the side, taking out his phone grouchily and pressing the speed dial number 2.

"ICHIGO!"

He winced at the volume, and turned it down a bit. "Hi, Shiro."

"Where the FUCK are you!?"

"I'm already at the airport. You're at the chocolate store, right?"

"Of course I am. Now get here faster goddamn it!"

"Okay, okay." Ichigo swatted an arm that tried to snake its way around his waist, walking fast towards the aforementioned candy shop. Aizen stared at him, catching up easily with his long strides. He smiled.

"Are you sulking, Ichigo?"

"NO. I am not sulking, absolutely not, after I found out that the guy I like is pulling out cheap tricks just to get AMUSEMENT!" Ichigo shouted at the end, blowing. Then he realized what he said, and felt his face heat up in mortification.

Again.

Let's rewind why.

Found out the guy I like

Guy I like

GUY.

I.

LIKE.

"You did not hear me say that," Ichigo warned, starting to walk. Aizen merely smiled, pulling Ichigo backwards when he started to sulk again. "Hiro - mmmm."

Aizen pulled away from that kiss, then didn't even bother resisting for another kiss, before pulling away.

Ichigo made that faint sound at the back of his throat again, and Aizen couldn't help but chuckle. Ichigo scowled - or tried to anyway.

"T-That's so not fair."

"For the record, I rather like you too," Aizen murmured, then pulled Ichigo towards the candy store. "Now, would you like to answer the question 'who' on this Shiro of yours?"

Ichigo frowned suddenly, scratching the back of his neck. "Um... Shiro's kind of violent..."

"I didn't ask how he was like, but thank you for the additional information."

"Hey! Okay, fine. He's family."

"Family -" Aizen didn't get any further than that when a sudden blur of white surged past them and aimed a kick at Ichigo. The orange-haired man flipped to the side, using his hands to spring up as another kick was aimed.

"KING!"

Aizen stared at the newcomer, eyes going silently more upwards as the seconds passed.

The same hairstyle, same face and the same height.

Simply put, the man was a carbon copy of Ichigo.

A twin...?

Then he blinked at the white hair and the white clothes and the sunglasses on his eyes.

... An albinistic twin?

"King; why the fuck did you take so long!"

"Well, I came here as fast as I could, you know!" Ichigo laughed cheerfully as a fist slammed onto his face. It was cute how Shiro was fiercely possessive over him, but still insisted beating him up, even after all these years. Of course he couldn't get any farther than getting a punch in. He then hugged his twin brother tight. "I missed you."

"Well I fucking miss you a lot more - who the fuck is that?"

His voice gradually turned high pitch as the carbon-copy spotted Aizen. His maniac grin immediately froze on his face. Ichigo started to panic, getting out of the brotherly embrace and placing himself inbetween the two people. Shiro was known to tackle every which way, so.

Anyway.

I completely forgot, shit!

"Haha, well, what'dyou know! Er. Shiro." He cleared his throat to give some time for his twin to cool down. "This is a friend of mine."

Ichigo laughed nervously, then 'meep'ed as Aizen slid a hand down Ichigo's arm to interlace his fingers so casually that both Shiro and Ichigo actually squawked. The white-haired twin stared blankly, before raising up an eyebrow in a sardonic grin.

"Friend, huh?"

Shiro's voice was a bit distorted. Oh shit.

Ohhh shit.

It was a well-known fact that Shiro was known to do very dangerous things when his voice went all distorted like that from pent up emotions. (Mainly jealousy.) Last time Ichigo had to hide all the pointy objects in his house because Shiro was being an asshole to just about everyone who came to visit the orange-haired boy.

This distortion was plain, fierce jealousy. Shiro didn't wipe the grin on his face - instead, it got bigger as his eye twitched in incredulity.

"Get your hands away from -"

"Nice to meet you," Aizen interrupted smoothly, and this time Shiro wiped the grin off his face as he recognized that voice. Ichigo, on the other hand, went slack-jawed at Aizen's sudden suicidal tendencies.

Shiro absolutely hated being interrupted. It was the third in the list of things he hated - first were people going after Ichigo, second was rain.

"YOU!"

Aizen looked amused, unfazed by the level of screaming piercing through his ears.

"Yes, me."

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Ulquiorra stared down at the menu in front of him, and Grimmjow was staring down at his own.

Then both of them stared warily at each other.

They were in a restaurant. Ulquiorra logically deduced that mere takeouts wouldn't satisfy them, and Grimmjow agreed, pulling up into this Japanese restaurant. He still wanted a burrito, though, so he made sure that he picked up one.

And fuck, he didn't share it with Ulquiorra this time. He ate it quickly and hastily.

"What're ya gonna order?"

"... Probably everything on the menu..." Ulquiorra said so thoughtfully and so honestly that Grimmjow could only stare.

"Everything on the menu?" he asked blankly.

"Yes, I am in need of rather substantial amounts of sustenance."

"You can just say that you're hungry, you know, " Grimmjow said dryly, before shaking his head. "Ugh, but seriously. Everything? Girls would kill for your secret of staying thin."

Ulquiorra gave him a silent stare, before propping up his head on his hands. He gave Grimmjow an absolutely smouldered look, eyes lidded halfway and his lips parted slightly.

Fuck, he's sexy.

"Then they can hardly blame me for having a metabolism on constant overdrive," Ulquiorra drawled.

Grimmjow felt his libido twitch. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that Ulquiorra was actually giving him the green light.

... Damn. I'm in lust.

He tried to distract himself by looking at the conveyor belt. A salmon nigiri passed by and he snatched it up quickly, putting it down on the table. He went on to prepare the soy-sauce/wasabi combination on those little tray things, and broke the chopsticks. "Itadakima -" Grimmjow stared at his previously occupied plate.

The salmon was gone.

Ulquiorra licked his finger absently, watching for the other plates going by, snatching up one in random. Grimmjow silently stared, before Ulquiorra paused in eating one with two of his fingers.

"... Yes?"

"... You should really stop stealing food from me."

"But I'm hungry."

Grimmjow grabbed another salmon nigiri plate, immediately stuffing it into his mouth so that Ulquiorra wouldn't take it. After swallowing (ah, sushi, good for the soul), he was about to take the other piece - and it was gone.

God damn it!

"Ulqui. Seriously, stop."

"What?"

"... Nevermind..."

"Well, alright then."

Then he picked up another plate and vacuumed the tuna to the oblivion that was Ulqui's Stomach.

Grimmjow stared, then plucked the same thing from the belt. He promptly ate it as well, albeit with more controlled movements.

Ulquiorra stared.

Grimmjow stared back.

Both of them snatched up some random trays on the belt and inhaled the food.

"It seems -" Ulquiorra started between gulps, "- that you are challenging me, Grimmjow."

"That's -" Grimmjow paused to chomp down the tuna, "- not true. I'm - hungry."

"You will find that it would be unadvisable to compete against me in eating."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm gonna win this," Grimmjow said, slamming his hands on the table and grabbing everything he could on the belt. "Like hell you're gonna eat this much, punk - hey!"

Ulqui already started his inhaling, stacking up the plates much faster than Grimmjow was. He snarled, and chomped down everything in sight (edible).

"I'm going to win."

"No, me!"

"My competitive side will make sure that you lose, dense fool."

"Heh, keep on thinking that, punk, since I'm already topping you by three plates."

"And I've already topped you by two. Keep on dreaming, Grimmjow -"

Said blue-haired man already threw five plates to the side while Ulquiorra rambled.

"HAH! Beat that!"

"Sirs, you are disrupting the other customers -"

"SHUT UP!" Grimmjow and Ulquiorra snarled in unison, before continuing their competition.

Food flew everywhere as they ravaged through the poor restaurant. The other customers didn't even dare to complain about the food monopoly - instead, they formed a crowd around the couple and placed bets.

"I say the bluey!"

"The green-eyed monster!"

"Place your bets everyone, right here and right now!"

The plates just kept on stacking.

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Everyone who knew Shirosaki Hichigo - the albino, violent younger twin of Ichigo - also knew that he was a screamer. (Following both meanings, a.k.a; in or out of bed.) This was apparent throughout his whole life - when he was both young and old - he would always scream to get whatever the fuck he wanted, or to get whatever the fuck he wanted away from Ichigo.

So, since Ichigo knew him most, he hastily grabbed the albino towards a part of the terminal exposed to open air when he was still hyperventilating, trying to find the words. Aizen merely followed.

Sure enough, Shiro started to scream unbelievably loud.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT -"

"Dude?" Ichigo interrupted weakly, masking the 'SICKO' that rang noisily through the air, and a whole lot of other choice words that Aizen knew slipped out of Gin's colourful vocabulary sometimes. "Um... Don't mind Shiro, please?" Ichigo asked hopefully, severely hoping that the man wouldn't walk out just because of Shiro's threats. He liked Aizen. Genuinely.

"It's hard not to," Aizen said, chuckling. Ichigo blinked at him in surprise.

"You're... Not going to leave?"

"Leave? Oh, no -" Aizen laughed outright, shaking his head. "I know older men who are more childish than that - and I still haven't walked out of a room because of them. I doubt I will because of your twin brother." He looked thoughtfully at Shiro, then back at Ichigo. "Is that why you don't have a boyfriend, then?" Aizen asked, pointing at the ignored ball of flaming rage that was Shirosaki.

"- WON'T LET ANYONE TOUCH HIM, ESPECIALLY SOME PERVERT LIKE YOU -"

"You just had to ask, huh."

"Well..." Aizen trailed off mischeviously, and Ichigo hit him on the arm.

"My first boyfriend couldn't hug me because Shiro kept on throwing rocks at him," Ichigo said blandly, staring disinterestedly as Shiro went into one of his all-famous Berserker Mode. "My first kiss was interrupted when Shiro dumped a bucket full of iced water on the poor girl - and he also chased down the dude who he found out made out with me, threatening to kick his balls."

"Did he?" Aizen asked, with mild interest.

"Well, no," Ichigo said airily, "He aimed a soccer ball at the guy the next day. Now he can't have babies."

Aizen stared when Ichigo laughed it off as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"And you don't find this disturbing."

"Of course not!" He ended cheerfully. "I find it annoying, but it is rather cute."

"How cruel," Aizen commented lightly, referring to Ichigo's disregard. And absolutely endearing.

He found out that he liked it.

"So why does he call you King?"

"Eh, a nickname from my old school. I was the 'King' in the drama. Or something like that. To be honest, I can't remember all that well..."

"WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING WITH THAT GUY!" Shiro screamed, interrupting their 'moment', trying to pull Ichigo away. When he couldn't, he simply plastered himself onto Ichigo's side, whining. "Kiiiiing."

"Shiroooo." Ichigo grinned. "You calm yet?"

"I don't like this one bit," Shiro said petulantly anyway, frowning. "I don't like him."

"You don't like everyone I meet with, Shiro," Ichigo replied blandly, and Shiro pouted outrageously.

"That's not true; I like Grimmjow!"

"... You just freaking sent him a bomb last summer."

"I wouldn't have done it if I know he'll be okay," Shiro said unabashedly, and Ichigo slapped his forehead. Aizen, on the other hand, blinked beside him.

"Well... Shiro, meet my friend. His name is Aizen Hiroshi. Hiroshi, This is my younger twin, Hichigo Kurosaki - only that people call him Shirosaki."

Then Ichigo subtly moved in between Aizen and Shiro again.

"I can see why," Aizen said cheerfully, and Shiro realized again why he was screaming earlier. He pointed a finger at Aizen.

"You!"

"Me, naturally," Aizen replied mischeviously, and Shiro looked thrown at Aizen's disregard for his own life. People just didn't talk back to Shiro. They just... Didn't.

But he grinned anyway.

"You're that pervertic -"

"Well. But of course."

Shiro's grin twitched at the interruption.

"Will you stop -"

"Stop what?"

"That -"

"Ah, you mean interrupting you every which way." Aizen raised his nose as he looked at Shiro with generous amounts of gleeful mockery. "And I should stop, because...?"

Shiro stomped on the floor like a child.

"You can't just -"

"Oh, yes I can," Aizen interrupted airily, without a care in the world.

"Can you fucking stop that -"

"How about no?"

"ARGH!"

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't Shiro who shouted out in frustration - it was Ichigo. The older twin gritted his teeth as he smacked both of them in the shoulders, hard.

"King -"

"Ichigo -"

"You," he started, turning towards Aizen, with a snarl and a finger, "Stop interrupting my twin brother and wishing for sudden death! It's bad enough that I'm trying to keep him from killing you when you're making him angrier and angrier!"

"Hah!" Shiro grinned in triumph, but Ichigo seethed, snapping his head towards his younger twin.

"Don't think that you're innocent too, punk. Stop trying to think of ways to murder every single people I meet!"

Hah indeed, Aizen thought fleetingly, grinning.

"But I'm not thinking of ways to murder every single people you meet!" Shiro retorted, gasping. "How could you think of me that way?"

Ichigo gave him a look.

"Well, okay, fine. But I haven't murdered anyone yet!"

Ichigo's eye twitched as they narrowed, and he gave a disarming smile. It slowly spread across his face and Shiro could suddenly see his life flashing before his eyes. The look was a meaner, crueller version of Shiro's maniac grin.

"Yet, Shiro-chan?"

If Shiro's voice could go to freezing point, Ichigo's had the definition of Antartic. He caved immediately.

"Okay, okay, I give! I promise I won't... Kill him," Shiro said reluctantly, shuffling his feet. Then he brightened. "I get to maim him, right?"

"No permanent damage like that soccer-ball dude," Ichigo deadpanned, while Shiro laughed as he remembered. "I mean it, Shiro."

"Still, it was a riot."

Ichigo's stern face suddenly broke out into a smile. "I guess. He couldn't walk straight for days, though."

Aizen in the background simply smiled indulgently, and Shiro narrowed his eyes at him.

Ohh, he didn't like this guy at all. He was rude, he actually stole Ichigo's phone, and he could see plain as day that the guy had the air of a Rich Bastard more than everybody else he met before. That and he was clearly interested in Ichigo.

But whatever.

As long as Ichigo was happy - still, it didn't mean that Shiro couldn't get his share of fun, right?

He gave a grin towards Aizen, in which the man understood.

He's mine.

Delusional, poor child. Clearly that's not what he thinks, Aizen said mentally, amused, as he pulled Ichigo closer to him possessively. Shiro silently seethed, but didn't rise up to the bait. He merely latched onto one side of Ichigo.

Let the games begin.

Ichigo, who wasn't as oblivious as the ones holding on to him clearly thought he was, merely sighed.

Oh, whatever.

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Chapter Eight End.

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A/N: XD Ahahahahaa, I think I'm on crack.

Well, have a nice day! :D