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Aizen's apology

Ichigo froze when he turned, there stood a bloodied up Aizen, his eyes red and puffy from crying, he assumed, his clothes wrinkled. "May I speak to Kurosaki alone?" he asked. Shirosaki growled louder, Grimmjow as well.

"You're lucky you're getting to talk to him here!" Grimmjow snapped. "So get to fucking talking before I beat your fucking ass into the ground!"

"For once I agree with Grimmjow." Shirosaki growled menacingly at him. Aizen nodded and moved to sit in front of Ichigo.

"I'm so sorry, Ichigo-"

"You have no right to fucking call him by his first name!" Grimmjow snapped. Aizen glared at Grimmjow, Shirosaki glared at Aizen, and Ichigo glared at the floor. Then Ichigo stood, making everyone stare at him, his eyes hidden under his bangs, and a loud snap echoed throughout the room, followed behind a large boom and broken chairs.

"Get out." Ichigo stated calmly, a stoic face revealed as his fist was still raised in the air from punching Aizen out of his chair. Aizen just sat there holding his broken and bloody nose.

"I said get out." Ichigo growled, repeating his words. Aizen stood, not saying a word before walking out. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo, not saying a word before his turned to face Grimmjow, and burying his face into Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow, for once, didn't making a grimace, he didn't push him away, and he didn't just stand there. For once, he held the boy in his arms.

He was falling even deeper…

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Ichigo sighed as he buckled his boot, clipping himself into the snowboard. He looked over at Grimmjow, he was asleep at three O'clock in the afternoon, and Ichigo…. Well he had a lot to think about without Grimmjow there with him. Ichigo had just recently figured out he was in love with Grimmjow. He smiled softly at him before kissing him on the forehead. He knew Shirosaki had told Grimmjow about him being raped, he found out today.

Since then, Ichigo was told that Grimmjow hadn't slept, something about the school's badass actually worried about Ichigo. Ichigo was flattered to say the least, and Shirosaki had teased saying he had tamed the wildcat. Ichigo smiled softly, kissing Grimmjow on the forehead again before whispering the three words that had condemned so many people into loneliness.

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He boarded, swiftly going down the mountain, people staring at him in awe as he zoomed past them, all of his surroundings pushed away from his mind, his mind filled with thoughts. How many times had he wanted to tell Grimmjow on his own about what happened between him and Aizen? How many times had he wanted to tell Grimmjow that Aizen had killed his mother and then raped him when he had finished with her? He felt so weak, so undeserving of anything.

He cried out when he was slammed into, knocking him off of his current path down the mountain and rolling him into a new one, a prohibited path. When he stopped rolling he tried to move, but cried out only in spasms of pain for his leg was broken. It was at that opportunity that Aizen jumped out straddling Ichigo's hips, a gun pointed to his head.

"Poor Kurosaki-kun," Aizen smirked, his lips lowering to the teenager's ear, amused and delighted at the fear being expressed, "you have no one here to protect ypu, just like eight years ago." Ichigo's eyes turned frantic as he bucked, trying to get Aizen off of him, but that only endd with him cocking the gun and pointing it at his head. Ichigo froze, dreading that horrible sound. He was defeated, what happened eight years ago was going to happen again... I'm so sorry, mother.

It was then that Shirosaki words went through his mind the conversation they had had earlier that day.

"Ichigo, I love you to death, but I'm not going to pity you or console you. You were raped, eight years ago. Ulquiorra was too. I'd hope you still wouldn't be blaming yourself. You're stronger then that. So the next time Aizen comes around, don't tuck yer tail between yer legs. Fight back. It works wonders really."

"I would say thanks, but I don't think you meant that speech that way." Ichigo glared. Shirosaki smirked.

"Nope, that just my nice way of calling you a pussy."

"Well at least I'm not a man whore." Ichigo grunted.

"Fucktard."

"Hoebag."

"Skank."

"Slut!" Ichigo said harshly

"Bitch!"

"Regurgitated cum bubble!" with the last insult, the pair was silent and smirking but snorts began to escape their mouths. Soon they found their selves laughing it out, rolling around on the floor. When the laughter died down, Ichigo found himself still chuckling and his brother clutching his head, where the stitches were laughing just like Ichigo. "I take it, it hurts to laugh." Shirosaki immediately stopped laughing and glared.

"Oh you have no idea." Ichigo smiled.

He jumped up, surprising Aizen and grabbing the wrist that held the gun, struggling to get it out of Aizen's grip. Both tried to force it to look at the other, struggle becoming overwhelming to Aizen's broken wrist. The gun went off.

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"Everyone, please remain calm, another avalanche has fallen down the mountain, we had assumed it was because of the rather loud bang you heard earlier." Urahara explained, his hands held up high to calm the students down.

"Is anyone missing?" a student cried as Grimmjow came out of the room, before standing next to Shirosaki and the gang.

"What happened?" Grimmjow asked with a yawn.

"Another avalanche, we're missing a kid." Shirosaki informed. Grimmjow hned and looked around, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"Where is Ichigo?" Everyone turned to look at each other just as Urahara spoke.

"The student being searched for is Ichigo Kurosaki."