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"Okaa-sannnn!" Ichigo tugged on his mother's skirt in an attempt to persuade his mother into buying him an ice-cream.

"Okaa-san pweasssee?"

The woman laughed, her voice dancing on the wind like soft music. Adjusting her hat she looked down at her son with loving, tender eyes.

"Ok, but only if you don't tell Otōsan,"she whispered to her cute little Tiger-kun, who giggled enthusiastically by her side.

Ichigo was thrilled. He loved when his mother came to pick him up from Karate, she would appear with the largest smile, arms outstretched ready for a bear hug. It was especially important to Ichigo that he received his mother's hugs, especially on days when Grimm-kunwould beat him senseless. He would run to his mother, eyes the size of saucers, and tears trickling from his warm chocolate eyes. His embarrassment and sadness would all be fixed by that one hug, his mother cooing sweet words to her little boy.

Running ahead of his mother, Ichigo looked back lovingly at the woman who he adored more than anything in the world. She was his sunshine, she could do possibly no wrong in the eyes of the small boy, and he adored her with every part of his being. She had long burnt orange hair, similar to his own, cascading down her slim back. She was tall, and to Ichigo, the most beautiful Okaa-san any little boy could ask for, and he was proud of it too.

"Go on! Go choose your ice-block!" Ichigo's mother gave permission for her son to run ahead of her. She smiled from ear to ear as a large grin broke across Ichigo's cute face, his cheeks plump and flushed.

Watching her little Tiger run into the store she pulled out her phone and texted Isshin that they would be home soon and to bathe the twins before she returned.

She loved her little family more than the world itself. She had given birth to Ichigo at the age of twenty-one and regretted nothing since. Even as a small child, she had wanted nothing more than to marry her child-hood sweetheart, Isshin, and start a family. So when her little boy had come into the world, she had been over the moon. They hadn't had much to begin with, not with Isshin finishing his residency, but things had become a lot easier in recent years, with the opening of their own clinic. It had been four years after Ichigo was born that she had found out she was pregnant with twins. Both she and Isshin had been ecstatic at the news of their growing family. Ichigo would finally have siblings he could play and care for, something that she had always wanted herself.

Walking into the convenience store she hid behind one of the aisle shelves, peeking around the corner to see her son, contemplating intensely over the chocolate ice-cream or the lemonade ice-block. Stifling a laugh she crept up behind him, whispering 'Boo' in his ear before tickling his sides.

Squealing, Ichigo struggled against his mother's onslaught, giggling until tears formed in his eyes. Turning around he wrapped his hands around her thin neck, hugging her tightly, laughing.

Picking up her son, she rubbed his back, "So which one my little Tiger?"

"Chocolate!"

Reaching down, she retrieved the chocolate ice-cream from the cooler.

A small hand rubbed her cheek, playing with the skin. Ichigo loved his mother's cheeks, they were beyond soft. He loved her so much he wanted to eat her up.

Laughing he kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Okaa-san."

"No problem my little munchkin," bopping him on the nose, she placed Ichigo back on the ground, walking up the aisle toward the register.

Ichigo walked along side his mother, carefree and happy.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" roared a man from the front of the shop. He was dressed solely in black; a ski mask covered his face.

Looking to his mother for reassurance, Ichigo's face fell as his mother froze, holding his hand too tightly.

"Okaa-san…hurts," Ichigo tried to wriggle free of his mothers vice like grip.

Annoyed he looked up at his mother; she was ghost pale, body shaking lightly as she watched the men intently.

He had no idea why until he looked at the men dressed in black at the front of the store. They were holding large guns like the ones he had seen in his favourite anime. They were swinging them around, aiming them at customers.

Ichigo felt the first pin-prick of fear trickling through his body as, one of the men pointed the gun at his mother and ordered her to get down on the ground.

She complied, pulling Ichigo down with her.

Looking at Ichigo's face tiny face full of confusion and fear, she realised that this situation could go one of two ways.

Terrified she shoved Ichigo under the lowest shelf, hiding him from view. The men, who were conveniently loading money into a duffle bag, didn't notice as she hid her small son away from sight.

"Don't make a noise, 'k?" she whispered, watching as Ichigo nodded in compliance.

"Good boy," she smiled reassuringly at her brave little boy.

Ichigo hid under the shelf for what seemed like hours, but had been only a few minutes. He watched as his mother lay on the ground, watching the men load their bags with the stores takings.

Ichigo heard someone whispering urgently in the aisle over, only to be met by the angry abuse from the men ransacking the store. And that's when things went from bad to worse.

A deafening explosion shot through the small store as one of the men aimed his gun at the customer.

"You think you can call the fuckin' cops you asshole? Try now!" The man screamed pointing a gun to the ground, letting off another deafening shot.

Ichigo sat under the shelf, small hands clapped to his ears, eyes squeezed shut as he listened to the two men laugh frantically at the pooling blood that flowed toward his mother. Ichigo lay under the shelves, near his mother, hearing the loud sounds echoing through the store. He was so scared; he just wanted to go home. He could see his mother lying on the ground, her face a mask of anxiety and fear. He didn't know the woman that lay on the ground scared for her son's life. He had never seen his mother with such a distorted look maiming her perfect, usually happy features.

The men were talking loudly, laughing hysterically. He had never heard such sinister laughter, tears pricked his eyes. He was frightened.

"Well, well, look what we have here. You're quite the looker aren't you sweet cheeks," one of the men made their way toward Ichigo, stopping a few inches from his mother's face.

Fear forced its way into his throat as the man spoke to his mother. He wanted more than anything to protect his mother, but the man was terrifying. Fighting back a sob Ichigo sat quietly and watched as the man bent down.

"My, you are tasty looking," a gloved hand reached down, grabbing a fistful of the beautiful hair Ichigo loved.

"Yo mate! She got nice tits too! Large and juicy looking!" Laughing rolled menacingly through the store.

Ichigo peaked through a small bolt hole in the bottom of the shelf, making out the shapes of his mother and the man. Caught in a petrified trance, Ichigo watched as the man began to rub his hands over his mother. A tear escaped her eye, rolling down her cheek as she bit her lip, quietening her disgust. Alarmed Ichigo scooted toward the edge of the shelf, watching as the man licked her from chin to forehead.

"Ya taste good sweet heart… do you taste good down there too?"

A large hand ran up his mother's leg, making its way into her skirt.

A deafening slap echoed throughout the small store, his mother angry and horrified. Recoiling from the man in front of her she took a step back.

There was a loud thud as Ichigo's eyes made contact with the frightened brown eyes of his mother. Biting his lip he edge closer toward her, hoping she was ok.

Ichigo watched as hot tears filled her eyes. She shook her head pleading with him to stay put.

Recoiling Ichigo watched in horror as the man, pushed up his mother's skirt. Breathing heavily, he unzipped his pants, releasing an engorge member.

Ichigo wondered why the man was undressing himself when he slipped it between his mother's legs.

He watched horrified as his mother fought the man, punching him in the face with her right hand. Legs thrashing, she screamed.

A fist connected with his mother's pretty cheek, the one he had been caressing only moments ago.

Stunned Ichigo's mother cried, as she began to be forcibly thrust up and down on the tiled floor.

"Don't look! Don't look," she screamed as the man grunted heavily.

"What? You shy love?"

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut as his mother locked eyes with him. He was terrified; he had never seen his mother so sad and distraught. His pretty Okaa-san was so sad; he didn't know what to do.

He had long since wet himself, terrified for his mother and what the man was doing to her. He just wanted to go home and see his sisters. If he hadn't asked for an iceblock none of this would have happened.

Ichigo let out a small, shuddering sob.

His mother went still, her eyes wide with alarm as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"NO! NOO!" his mother screamed in anguish.

Opening his eyes, he looked into the unidentifiable face of the man who had hurt his precious Okaa-san. His tear stained face reflected in the monstrous ski goggle that adorned the man's face.

In the reflection Ichigo watched as his mother leapt from the floor, and charged at the man, knocking him to the ground.

"Run!" she screamed at Ichigo, who had toppled to the floor, a few feet away. Looking into his mother's terrified expression, tears rolled down his face as his little legs turned to leave, only to be greeted by something cold against his forehead.

"What's this?" the man asked as he rubbed the gun along Ichigo's face.

"Please! No! Not my son!" His mother was in a pile on the floor, blood running from her nose and mouth, completely dishevelled and looking nothing like the woman she was, before entering the store.

Both men laughed.

"What would you do if I shot him?" Ichigo could feel the cool metal, push into his eye socket, making him sob and shake. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be as strong as Grimm-kitty. What was the point of doing Karate if he couldn't protect his treasured Okaa-san?

"NO! Don't! Anything! I'll do anything!" she wailed helplessly.

The man who had hurt Ichigo's mother stood, whipping himself with her pretty hair, a sob escaping her throat.

"Too bad, you've got nothing left to give," he whispered, motioning to Ichigo.

The man with the gun to Ichigo's head pushed him towards his mother.

"Let's have a little fun alright?"

All of a sudden a gun was placed in Ichigo's hand. Looking up at the man, he trembled as the lifeless, unrevealed face of his captor looked at Ichigo, boring holes into his tiny body.

"What are you doing?" his mother's escalated voice cracking.

"I told ya, we're gonna have some fun! Now little boy, the game is, you have to aim here," he pointed to his mother's chest, "and shoot."

Ichigo shook his head, dropping the gun, tears running down his face.

Shoving the gun back into his hands the man whispered menacingly, "If you do shoot, I will let your live, if you don't I will kill you both."

"Okaa-san," Ichigo cried, wanting to run into her arms.

The gun pressed painfully into Ichigo's skull, the one in his hands heavy and sinister.

"We're going to shoot your son, if he doesn't have the guts."

Ichigo's mother stifled a sob as she gazed at her terrified little boy. The moment was so surreal, her little Tiger-kun holding a gun sobbing uncontrollably.

Ichigo's mother smiled at him, a warm smile. "Stop crying Tiger-kun," she whispered, "It'll all be ok. Calm down my brave little man."

She soothed Ichigo as the man cocked the gun for her son. She could see the terror in his eyes, the confusion. He was so small compared to the large gun in his hands; she felt ill looking at the scene. But she knew she had to make sure Ichigo made it out alive. He was her little solider, her little Tiger-kun and she would willingly give her life, any day of the week, if it meant he could survive.

She closed her eyes, resolve settling in her stomach like a brick.

"Tiger-kun, its ok!" she smiled.

Ichigo sobbed at his mother's smiling face. The gun pressed hard into the back of his head, a gruff voice commanding him to hurry up.

"Ichigo it's ok, Okaa-san will be ok. I live for you sweetie, I love you."

Ichigo's little chubby finger trembled against the trigger.

"It'll be ok," she soothed, "It'll be ok, I lov-," her words were cut short as the gun exploded.

Shocked he looked down at the gun. One of the men had gotten impatient and shoved Ichigo, making him fall and pull the trigger.

Looking up he saw his mother twitch violently on the ground, bright red pooling around her.

The men laughed heartily before grabbing their duffle bag and exiting the building, leaving Ichigo with a gun in his hand, standing over his beloved Okaa-san as the light left her eyes. The blood pooled at Ichigo's feet as he began to scream.


Ichigo shot out of bed, hands clutching his head as his screams lessoned. He was slick with sweat; he could feel the rivets running down his bare back in torrents.

"Okaa-san, Okaa-san," Ichigo repeated it like a mantra, shaking as he rocked back and forth.

A warm hand touched Ichigo's shoulder tentatively. Roaring at the contact, Ichigo rolled out of bed and onto the floor.

"Ichigo!" yelled a huskily worried voice.

"Grim-Grimmjow?" Ichigo looked into the cool blue eyes that were focused intently on his face. Looking around the room he realised he was sitting in Grimmjow's bedroom, clad in a pair of boxer shorts. Confusion washed over Ichigo's features as he searched the room.

"How the fuck did I end up here?"

"You don't remember?" Grimmjow prodded, crouching down in front the exhausted body that sat in front of him. Ichigo had large dark circles under his eyes, his face gaunt with anxiety and stress.

"No… The last thing I remember…" Ichigo recalled the afternoon class he had attended. His stomach rolled, remembering his sister's faces gazing at him blankly, not realising that he was their brother.

"The last thing I r-remember," he swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, feeling it burn his nose, "is the last class. Grimmjow…did you know?

It was barely a whisper, but Grimmjow had heard non-the-less.

"Know what?"

"My sisters, my sisters attend that school. They were in my class, "he pushed Grimmjow away, standing from where he had been sitting.

Grimmjow was glued to the floor. He had known his sisters had gone to one of Shukuro's private schools, but the chances of that particular one? He looked up and the annoyed man standing in front of him, not sure how to approach the subject.

"I didn't know," he said rising from the floor, holding his hands outstretched in front of him, "honestly, I didn't know."

Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow, into the ice-blue eyes he remembered from his childhood. Ichigo could appreciate Grimmjow's overbearing sexiness that seemed to ooze from the man's very being. His light blue hair was tussled and unkempt, eyes creased in worry. Puzzled Ichigo wondered why the man looked so tired.

There was a knock at the door as a small blue head popped around the corner, "Grimmi is everything ok in he-," her sentence was cut short, seeing Ichigo standing in front of her son.

"Ichi!" Lili cried running to him.

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow curiously at Grimmjow, who shrugged in reply.

Wrapping thin arms around Ichigo's waist Lili gave him a small hug before looking into his face.

"Now love, what happened? You were completely out of it last night."

"Last night?"

"Yes, poor Grimmi here didn't know what to do. I just get this phone call late at night, asking for help. It was all very concerning." Lili shook a finger at Ichigo, who was completely unaware of what had taken place the night before.


"Did you know I killed my mother?" Ichigo whispered manically as leant toward a concerned Grimmjow.

"Ichi… You didn't kill your mother," He assured the crazed man in front of him. Ichigo looked ill, sunken eyes dark with anxiety and pain.

A cackle filled the silent night, as Ichigo threw his head back.

"I killed her, I killed her," he repeated.

"Ichigo, look at me. Ichigo!" Grimmjow placed both hands on the sides of his face, trying to focus the boy. "You didn't do anything wrong!"

Tears stung Ichigo's eyes as he smiled crookedly.

"But I've done everything wrong," he whispered. A large tear escaped a terrified eye. "It was because of me that we were there, it was because of me that she was shot."

Grimmjow looked into Ichigo's once lifeless eyes that were now filled with pain and hatred. They were large, like a small child's as he remembered his past. Grimmjow felt a lump rise in his throat as he looked at the man he had loved as a small child. He had changed completely in the time he had not seen him, he had known and accepted that fact, but he was far from well. Looking at the shaking form in front of him, he realised Ichigo had been broken long ago, the strong façade' usually worn by the man, shattered, leaving nothing but a scared, lonely, hate filled child.

Grimmjow watched as a tear rolled down Ichigo's cheek. It fell onto his jeans, spreading and soaking into the fabric. He watched as more tears followed suit, until his jeans were soaked, hands clutching his side, rocking back and forth.

"Okaa-sannn," Ichigo wailed.

Grimmjow had no idea what to do. He was out of his depth and had no idea how to help this broken, sobbing Ichigo that sat in front of him. He worriedly ran a hand through his hair, looking at the broken figure in front of him.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and dialled his mother.

Lili picked up on the third ring.

"Grimmi, why you calling so late sweetie?"

"Mum…" Grimmjow sighed, "I need your help. Ichigo's not in a good way… I'm out of my depth."

Grimmjow's voice cracked on the last word. He cursed himself for being shaken by such a situation, but he couldn't seem to keep the anxiety, stress and worry at bay when it came to Ichigo. Whenever it came to Ichigo he would always loose his 'Yakuza' persona and slip into one of a man who cared deeply for the orange hair boy in front of him.

Silence filled the end of the line as Lili, assimilated the information from her son. Grimmjow had always been a trouble maker. He'd beaten so many kids senseless she'd lost track. Heavens knows the countless times she was called to school because he'd been caught smoking or beating some miscreant. He'd never been one for love either, his relationships lasting, at most, a month before moving on. Lili knew better than anyone that Grimmjow kept most of his emotions in check, except for his anger, that tended to rear its head more often than not. So when she had heard how distraught her son had become, the small crack in his perfectly filtered emotions showing, she jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and grabbed some keys.

"Where are you?" She asked, running hurriedly to Alek's porches. He was going to be furious when he realised she'd taken his prized possession.

Grimmjow sighed, as his mother asked where he was, no questions asked. She had always been someone who cared for other's more than herself, which was ironic being the wife of a Yakuza boss.

Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, as the man stuck his hands into his pockets.

"We're near the old clinic," he whispered.

Ichigo fumbled in his pocket, sighing as his fingers wrapped around something cold.

"Ichigo?" Grimmjow inquired as Ichigo pulled something long from his pocket. Realising what the object was Grimmjow lunged forward, dropping his phone.


"Grimmjow?" asked a worried Lili.

No answer.

Pursing her lips, she closed her phone and made her way toward the old clinic.


"Ichigo!" Grimmjow's large hand encased the smaller man's wrist, stopping him from placing the sharp edge to his wrist.

Grimmjow was mortified, Ichigo withdrawn a small Stanley knife from his pocket and place it against his wrist.

Ichigo laughed distraught as he fought against the strength of the larger man.

"Let me go!" he screamed, "Let me go! No one cares anyway! Let me go!"

"I care!" Grimmjow cried as he peeled Ichigo's hand open, shaking the weapon from his grasp.

"Like you fucking care! You have no idea what I have to live with everyday of my life! You don't care about someone who shot their own mother!"

"Ichigo, shut up! I do care your prick!"

"Fuck you!" Ichigo scrabbled for the knife on the ground.

"Ichigo…" Grimmjow grunted, holding the man's wrists in his hands, "Your mother wouldn't want you to throw your life away, a life she died to protect."

"No, that's right, I deserve to be alive! I deserve to suffer the way I have! I deserved the fucked up life I live," Ichigo laughed sarcastically at Grimmjow, his anger and hatred for himself overpowering every emotion.

"I watched as she was raped! I watched as she was beaten! I watched as I shot her! I watched as her eyes died, standing in her blood," he spat furiously, a tear rolling down his flushed cheek.

Laughing Ichigo looked Grimmjow in the eye.

"Who would ever love something like that?" He whispered, closing his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath.

Grimmjow watched as the broken man in front of him sat defeated.

"I do..." he whispered. It had escaped his lips before he had been given the chance to think about his actions. He looked worriedly down at Ichigo, scared for his response, only to be met with hollow eyes and a ghostly pale complexion.

"Ichigo?"

He lunged forward as he watched Ichigo's eyes roll to into the back of his head.

"Ichigo?!"


"I don't remember," Ichigo whispered.

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you are alright now," Lili knew better than to push things better left unsaid. Ichigo was fragile. Ichigo didn't even know how fragile he was.

"Anyway! Go get cleaned up and come out for some food, you're covered in sweat."

Ichigo nodded making his way toward the bathroom, as Lili left to go to the kitchen.

"Ichigo," a large hand grabbed his hand, "I know about your mother and it doesn't change the fact that there are people who care about you." Grimmjow felt like the biggest idiot as he looked into Ichigo's eyes. Clearly, the orange top did not remember his confession last night, and for the best too. At this point Ichigo would most likely push him away, if he knew.

"Che," Ichigo shook off the hand, and continued toward the shower. Looking back he saw the anxiety that distorted Grimmjow beautiful face.

"Thanks Grimm," he whispered before closing the shower door behind him.

Astonished Grimmjow looked at the closed door. Perhaps he was getting to Ichigo, more than he realised.


Lili made her way home after making sure her boys had eaten properly. It had certainly been an eventful night and she only hoped that Ichigo would be ok.

When she had arrived, Ichigo was deathly pale and unconscious in Grimmjow's arms. Ichigo hadn't awoken till morning and she had been worried about him and her son, who spent most of the night watching over Ichigo.

She shook her head as she realised her son was in deeper than he could possibly handle.

Pulling the car into the drive way she was met with Alek's body guard trio. Pushing past them, she waltzed through the house, furious at her husband for getting Ichigo involved in Yakuza business.

Stopping in front of Alek's office, she slid open the door and made her way inside.

There were two men sitting at a small table, talking conversationally as she made herself comfortable beside Alek.

"Where've you been?" Alek inquired pulling his wife in for a kiss, only to be pushed away, an angry expression marring his wife's features.

"What?"

"What have you got Ichigo doing?"

Silence filled the room. Alek was quiet as he looked up at the man in front of him.

"That boy is broken. Perhaps broken beyond repair!" she cried, remembering what Grimmjow had told her last night.

"Lili…" Alek whispered.

"No! Don't you Lili me! He cannot see him! Do you understand? He cannot! If he does…" She trailed off, making eye contact with the man in front of her. Cold fury rushed through her body as she regarded Alek's old friend.

"You did something unforgivable Isshin; don't be expecting the boy you left behind."


Omg! I had so much fun writing this it was insane! I basically just blurted out my brain on paper. It needed so much editing haha.

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Chibi-Tea-Chan xx

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