Chapter 9

Ichigo spooned some cereal into his mouth, munching tiredly. He and Grimmjow realized the next morning that they couldn't live in the wrecked summer house and moved to the guest house, also strangely large. Someone would come and fix their mess, but until then they were stuck there. Not that Ichigo minded.

He looked up when Grimmjow walked into the kitchen, his hair messy and heavy bags under his eyes. It seemed he wasn't made for lesser things than rich and spoiled.

"What are you doing up so early?" Grimmjow mumbled, Ichigo frowning.

"It's twelve," he pointed out, Grimmjow looking to the clock on the wall, grunting before walking to the fridge.

"It's Saturday," he grumbled in excuse, Ichigo rolling his eyes as he got up and poured the rest of the cereal down the garbage disposal. He had already drank the milk.

"What are you doing?" Grimmjow asked while straightening from his bent over position, Ichigo looking to him in confusion.

"That's food. You eat it, not throw it away," Grimmjow scolded, Ichigo looking to the already half way empty bowl then back to him.

"If it's so important than you eat it," Ichigo told him, Grimmjow frowning.

"No," he replied, Ichigo nodding his head before continuing to pour it down the garbage disposal.

"You don't want it, I don't want it. So why keep it just lying around?" he told him, Grimmjow sighing as he lost this battle. Ichigo was improving.

"I swear to god your kind are wasteful animals," Grimmjow sighed, Ichigo putting the empty bowl in the sink, turning to Grimmjow and narrowing his eyes as he took the offensive.

"What do you mean by my kind?" Ichigo asked, his anger spiking just a tad.

"You only eat what you like and throw everything else away," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo snorting as he pointed a finger at him.

"Your kind is no better, and don't even get me started on how unclean your kind is," Ichigo sneered, Grimmjow closing the fridge as he faced him, already seeing where this was going.

"Ichigo don't," Grimmjow warned, Ichigo crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the sink.

"No let's do. What the fuck do you mean by my kind huh?" he asked in a slightly raised voice, Grimmjow sighing as he walked up to him, Ichigo growling lightly when he stood in front of him.

"Ichigo, just shut up. Don't get offended by everything I say," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo snorting as he put a hand to his chest so he wouldn't get any closer.

"I am not going to shut up and maybe if you want me to stop getting offended, you can shut the fuck up," Ichigo retorted, gasping when Grimmjow grabbed his hand and pulled him forward before pressing it against his back and pinned him to the table.

"I said shut up," Grimmjow told him irritably, Ichigo really wishing he had a bat to smack him across the head with. He didn't get fucked up the ass by a brute.

"Grimmjow don't avoid this conversation!" Ichigo barked angrily, gasping when he grinded his hips against his.

"I'm not I'm postponing it," Grimmjow replied, Ichigo yelped when Grimmjow pulled his sweats down his thighs, Ichigo squirming as he tried to get away.

"Grimmjow stop it! You can't fuck me whenever you want too!" Ichigo yelled angrily, gasping when Grimmjow inserted a finger into him.

"I bought you Strawberry. Unless you buy yourself out of this," Grimmjow pushed his finger deeper, Ichigo gasping before gritting his teeth, clenching his hands into fists as his claws extended.

"You are never going to escape this," Grimmjow purred, Ichigo tensing when his finger brushed against his prostate. When the doorbell rang Ichigo was on the verge of praising the gods, pulling up his sweats up when Grimmjow pulled away and released his arm, running to the hallway so he wouldn't have to deal with Grimmjow after whoever was here left.

He stopped halfway down the hallway by the bathroom, listening carefully when he heard a familiar voice. It was that tired voice he had heard the day Grimmjow had forced him to have sex for the first time, narrowing his eyes dangerously. So was he the black blob he saw?

"There has been no evidence of there being a spy." Ichigo froze at that sentence, listening closer.

"Alright. When's the soonest we can return," he heard Grimmjow ask, hearing him shift from one foot to the other when the floor creaked.

"Tonight. You have to come in at two. The neko neko girl had gotten loose again. Aizen needs you to find it and kill her, he's tired of-" that's all Ichigo let himself hear, putting a hand to his mouth as his eyes opened wide. He backed up a step, his ears unbelieving. He shook his head slowly, turning as he began to walk slowly and zombie like to his room, his steps becoming faster and faster till he was running.

"Shit," he heard Grimmjow hiss before he heard him behind him, Ichigo pushing himself faster as he ran into the room. He slammed the door shut, not caring to lock it as he ran to window and jumped out.

"So he hadn't told you."

Ichigo looked to his side, his features pulled out into animalistic anger, snarling at the guy who stood at the entrance of the backyard. His hair was brown and wavy, only reaching about his shoulders. His eyes were gray and were drooped tiredly yet he had no bags under his eyes. His skin was slightly darker than his but not by much, his body clad in a long white fur coat. He liked royal ass, Ichigo snarling at him in warning.

"It is a wonder to me. He is paid to break your kind, yet why has it yet to break you?" the man asked, Ichigo looking to the other side of the small space he stood in, Grimmjow narrowing his eyes.

"Go Starrk," he ordered calmly, Ichigo hearing the man walk away, his steps light though able to be heard in the endless sand. His eyes never left Grimmjow's.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow said in a soothing tone, taking a step towards him. Ichigo took a step back, snarling angrily as he scraped his claws down the side of the house, the sound a screeching shriek. Ichigo raised his hand, baring his fangs as he growled lowly in intimidation. He was ready to murder.

"Break my kind?" he growled as he took a step forward, his ears flat against his head.

"Ichigo it's not what it looks like," Grimmjow tried to reason, Ichigo unwilling to listen. It was exactly what it looked like.

"Kill her? Kill my people when they refuse to bow down to you?! Is that what you do?!" Ichigo yelled, Grimmjow dodging when Ichigo leaped towards him and sliced for his neck, Ichigo landing behind him, kicking his back and making him stumble forward.

"I'll show you death," Ichigo growled as he took a step towards Grimmjow, grabbing his wrist when he swung at him, his eyes almost a fire blistering yellow as he snarled.

"I'll show you pain," he hissed, Grimmjow's eyes going wide in surprise and fear.

Ichigo winced when someone hit the back of his head, his anger bleeding now as it filled his heart. He turned his head, glaring angrily at Starrk who stood behind him.

"Missed," he growled, gasping when a needle was pushed into his neck and something was injected. His vision spinned as he stumbled and the needle was puled out of him, releasing Grimmjow's wrist as he fell to one knee. His eyes returned to their light brown when he fell to the ground, a wave of tiredness sweeping through him. He just wanted, he... Grimmjow was the last thing he saw before he lost to sleep. He would never forget the way he looked at him, like an animal that he had never seen before, like he didn't know him. He didn't want that. He didn't...

Grimmjow sighed before rubbing his wrist, looking to Starrk who just stared at the unconscious body of Ichigo, Grimmjow tossing him the syringe.

"Dispose of that," he ordered, Starrk nodding as he watched him pick up Ichigo bridal style, his body limp in his arms, seeming almost lifeless.

"What are you going to do with him?" Starrk asked, Grimmjow looking to him, slight anger in his eyes.

"Let's just hope he forgets what you had told him," Grimmjow said in a sharp tone, Starrk not even flinching, seeming unfazed by his anger.

"I had expected him to know. Of all people, I had not expected you to be so lenient to the boy," Starrk told him, Grimmjow snorting as he passed by him.

"You are getting soft my friend," Starrk told him quietly, Grimmjow stopped and looked to his back, tightening his hold on Ichigo.

Then he kept on walking.

Author's note: Sorry, another short chapter, just school and I'm also sick now so it's not to pretty. I wanted to get this up because I doubted I could do it Saturday. And the suspense is soon to come. I think. Might take me a while to post again...