Okay I'm not going to write Grimmjow's English in a funny way because I think it ruins reading the story and stuff :3 but I hope you guys have a general idea of how he's talking and enjoy this chapter ^_^

Special thanks to danasy again for translations! I LOVE YOU 3

Grimmjow walked out of the school building, his brown paper lunch bag clutched tightly in one hand. He scanned the school grounds until he spotted a lone orange head perched on a table in the far corner.

'Hi, Ichigo,' he said warmly and hopped onto the table besides the teen. 'How are you today?'

'Not too bad, Grimmjow,' Ichigo grinned and pulled out his sandwich from his own paper bag. 'What you got? My okasan packed me a turkey bacon sandwich!'

'I brought a paztrami zandwich. There'z zomezing ezspecial in it az well! Do you vant to try?' Grimmjow remarked as he pulled out his own food and grinned at Ichigo as he waved it in front of the teen.

Ichigo quickly bit into it and chewed carefully before the taste flooded his tastebuds.

'Oh man, that is GOOD!' he groaned and pulled Grimmjow's hand forward so he could take another bite. Grimmjow snickered.

'You don't have to hold my hand to eat the zandwich, Ichigo,' he teased the orange head. Ichigo immediately realized what he was doing and pulled away, looking extremely red from embarrassment.

Grimmjow laughed a bit more before placing the snack in Ichigo's lap and then beamed at him. Ichigo sheepishly grinned back and happily tucked into the sandwich. Grimmjow reached forward and took the sandwich next to Ichigo's hip. His fingers brushed Ichigo's jean clad hip but the touch caused Grimmjow's hand to tingle. He tried to control a blush as he retracted his hand and gazed at Ichigo's blissed out face as he gorged on the sandwich.

Being around Ichigo was strangely like taking drugs. It soothed him, calmed him, made him happy. Not to mention addicted. The more he was around the teen he felt it was never enough and he wanted more. He'd come to realize that his feelings towards Ichigo weren't normal for a boy to feel. But he didn't care. Or rather, he didn't care to think too much about it. He just wanted to let things be as they were. If nothing was going wrong then why should he worry about it? Right now, everything was perfect.

'I azked Vater to make two zandwiches juzt in caze you vanted more,' Grimmjow added and shook his bag to indicate there was still one more. Ichigo froze in mid bite and lowered the sandwich into his lap.

Grimmjow, who hadn't noticed yet, bit into Ichigo's sandwich and his eyes widened.

'Your mother iz a very good cook!' he exclaimed and leaned back in contentment. He glanced in Ichigo's direction and saw how strangely the boy was acting. He frowned. 'Vhat iz it, Ichigo?'

'Hey, Grimmjow,' Ichigo murmured softly. He was breaking of tiny pieces off the rye bread and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. 'Your father treats you just fine…right?'

'Of courze he doez,' Grimmjow answered testily and put his food to one side. 'Vhy do you azk?'

'No reason,' Ichigo said a little too quickly and resumed munching his meal. Realization hit Grimmjow.

'Ichigo?' Grimmjow murmured. He noticed how Ichigo shivered when he said his name. That was peculiar. But strangely, he liked that he had that effect on Ichigo. In fact, it thrilled him. 'Iz thiz about yezterday?'

'No.' Again, he replied too fast and this time, he sported a dusty pink flush across his entire face plus his neck.

'It iz about yezterday!' Grimmjow pointed out and sighed in exasperation. 'Oh my God, Ichigo! Pleaze esztop thinking about it! It vaz nothing! Mein Vater vaz juzt hugging me! That iz all!'

Throughout the day, at any mention of Grimmjow's father, Ichigo would either blush or cringe. It was starting to irritate Grimmjow since he always had to explain to Ichigo that it was nothing. Just like he kept telling himself that.

But now this was the last straw.

'Okay, okay!' Ichigo said hastily and motioned with his hands to stop the German from going on a rant. Again. 'I get it, I get it! Your father was just being…loving as always!'

'There you go again!' Grimmjow cried out and crossed his arms angrily. 'Vith that tone of yourz! Let it go, Ichigo!'

'Well, I'm sorry for thinking like that!' Ichigo snapped, a hint of anger now seeping into his tone. 'I mean, it's clearly my fault for thinking like that! After all, your father was just 'hugging' you!'

When he said 'hugging', he made air quotes with his fingers. This just riled up Grimmjow even more. This was why he didn't want to let Ichigo in. It was a big mistake to trust his instincts. Ichigo wasn't any different from the other boys.

'Esztop it!' Grimmjow bit out and slammed his hand on the table. 'You don't know anything zo esztop thinking you underztand me!'

That statement stunned Ichigo and he was speechless for a second. Grimmjow's could hear his heart pounding in his ears and he wondered if Ichigo could hear it as well.

'Then let me, Grimmjow,' Ichigo said quietly. 'Let me understand you. I want to know. I want to help.'

Grimmjow stared down at his hand spread out on the table. Ichigo's hand was now inching forward to hold his. Everything seemed to have slowed down. Then, it all came rushing back to Grimmjow along with a fleeting image of Aizen pulling him closer and closer.

Grimmjow pulled his hand away from Ichigo's and jumped off the table. He had felt the teen's fingers graze the back of his hand. He stared up into Ichigo's confused and hurt face.

'I never azked for your help, Ichigo,' Grimmjow literally hissed as he clenched his hands into fists. Just like a hand clenched around his heart.

He didn't want to say that to Ichigo. More than anything, he wanted to take it back and hug the orange-head in apology. It hurt that his own body was stopping him from doing that. That his own pride and fear refused to let him comfort the one person who meant more to him than his family.

He didn't want Ichigo to know. What would he do? What would he say? Would he be disgusted? Would he never want to see Grimmjow ever again? They say the truth can be painful. It was best to lock it away deep inside oneself and throw the key to be lost forever. Some truths were just not meant to be told.

'Ichigo! Grimmjow! We were looking for you two!' Tatsuki exclaimed cheerily as she, Uryu, Chad and Renji approached the duo. 'Wanna have lunch together? I got potato salad but you know how my otosan makes it so I was wondering-!'

She caught the looks on the boy's faces and stopped talking. Something had happened between the two and judging by the tension in the air, it hadn't gone down well.

'What happened, you guys?' she queried. Neither answered. She scowled and tapped her foot impatiently. 'Seriously, you better tell us what happened or someone's ass is going to get whooped pretty bad-!'

'Nothing happened, Tatsuki,' Ichigo said icily. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. 'Grimmjow was just leaving.'

Grimmjow flinched at Ichigo's tone. He glared at the teen before grabbing his bag and pushing his way past the gang to leave.

'Hey! What gives!' Tatsuki yelled after him and then looked at Ichigo in bewilderment. Uryu and Chad just watched in silence. Renji just looked uncomfortable like he didn't know what to do. 'Ichigo, what the hell did you say to him?'

Shaking, Ichigo stood up on the table and shouted after Grimmjow's retreating figure, 'Fine! I don't care! You can do whatever you want, you baka!'

'Ichigo!' Renji said sharply and grabbed his friend's wrist. 'Stop it! You're making a fool of yourself!'

Angrily, Grimmjow turned around and yelled back, 'Leck mich!'

And with that, he stormed away but as he did, he could barely make out what the gang was talking about.

'Ichigo, can you get down now!' Renji muttered angrily.

'And tell us what the fuck happened between you two?' Tatsuki demanded.

'What the fuck did he just say to me?' Ichigo snapped. 'I swear I've heard him say that before!'

'Of course you have,' Uryu finally spoke testily. 'That's what he said to me when you introduced us.'

'Fuck Grimmjow,' Ichigo fumed as he stormed back home. He looked both ends of the street, not really concentrating, and crossed it. 'Fuck him and his stupid bratty ways! I never said one fucking thing about his dad and he still gets mad at me! He's fucking crazy! Well, I've had it! I don't care anymore! He can do whatever he wants and I don't give two fucks about him or his dad!'

Ichigo paused his ranting in his mind and glanced at the door beside his own. Grimmjow's apartment door. The German had to stay back at school today. It was Tuesday which meant it was extra English classes for him. Normally Ichigo would wait for him in the library until he was done and then the two of them would walk home together. Except instead of heading home Ichigo would drag Grimmjow to a sushi store and make him try an assortment of sushis until the German had had enough. It was fun to watch Grimmjow's face go green as Ichigo waved one more piece of sushi in front of him and told them him they wouldn't leave until he ate this one.

Ichigo sighed miserably. Who was he kidding? How could he not care about that boy? After all, just today he couldn't help blushing at the littlest things that Grimmjow did to him. From feeding him his sandwich to touching his hip (though it was by accident but Ichigo felt like he had been electrocuting and his entire body was on fire from that one touch) and then whispering his name. Everything that boy did sent Ichigo's emotions into a frenzy and he couldn't help wanting something more from him. Something more…intimate…

Ichigo wandered into his living room and by chance, his eyes landed on the cordless phone sitting in its cradle. He chewed his lower lip before making up his mind and grabbing it. When he found the number he was looking for, his finger hovered over the redial button.

Should he? Though, he really shouldn't it was none of his business. Also, what if the person on the other end didn't understand English? Well, duh, of course they wouldn't he was calling Germany after all! And if Grimmjow's English was bad imagine the rest of the family's!

He groaned in frustration. This wasn't helping! He could really use Uryu's help right now! But he didn't want to get four eyes involved. This all was messy enough with just him and Grimmjow. He could write down some common German phrases to say and hope for the best. Right?

He needed to do this. He needed some answers. And if Grimmjow wasn't going to tell him then he was going to have to find out some other way. And unfortunately this was the only other way.

'Okay,' Ichigo said calmly in his head and breathed deeply. He placed the sheet of paper with the German translations in front of himself. 'I'm ready. Here we…go.'

Without hesitation, he pressed the redial button and placed the phone to his ear. He breathed when he heard the dial tone but was suddenly hit with a wave of panic.

What the hell was he doing? Why the hell was he calling Grimmjow's home? Was he hoping to get some answers from his family? Suppose they weren't willing to share information about their private affairs with someone who claimed to be Grimmjow's friend? Or ex-friend by the way things went today. He kicked himself he hadn't thought this through properly. It was best he just put the phone down and try some other time (or not) when he was ready with what he wanted to ask-

'Hallo,' said a polite male voice at the other end. Ichigo froze, his heart thumping painfully against his ribcage. His palms had suddenly gotten sweaty and he was having a hard time getting a good grip on the phone.

'Hallo?' the voice said again in confusion. 'Ist da jemand?'

'What the hell does that mean?' Ichigo screamed in his head and started to panic. He began to breathe deeply, hoping to calm his hyperactive mind. 'Calm down, Ichigo! Just take a deep breath and just say who you are!'

'H-H-Hallo,' Ichigo stammered in what he hoped was as German as possible. 'Mein Name ist Ichigo. Wie geht es dir?'

It still sounded off considering he was reading off a piece of paper and had to say things slowly so that he didn't mess up the pronunciation. The worst the person on the other end would think of him was that he was a retard who accidentally called Germany.

'Mir geht es gut,' the person said suspiciously, who Ichigo now suspected was Stark, Grimmjow's older brother. 'Von wo rufen Sie an? Das ist keine deutsche Nummer.'

'Just ask what you want, just ask what you want,' Ichigo told himself as his body began to betray him again when it couldn't make head or tail of what Stark was saying to him. 'Ignore what he's asking and say what you called for. Go ahead. It's not that hard, you coward!'

'Ich rufe an wegen Grimmjow,' Ichigo struggled to say though he was sure that Stark didn't catch anything but Grimmjow's name because immediately there was silence on the other end. For minute, Ichigo thought that he had hung up on him but he could still hear someone breathing on the other end over the crackling in the phone lines.

'Wer ist das?' Stark demanded quietly. Ichigo's heart began to race. The change in the boy's tone was not a good sign. If he wasn't suspicious before he was really creeped out now. He's probably wondering how the hell the retard on the other end knew his brother's name. Ichigo knew this was a bad idea. He should end it now before things got worse.

'Sorry, wrong number,' Ichigo said quickly, reverting back to English and was about to shut the phone when the person on the other end said the most amazing thing.

'Stop! Don't!' Stark yelled frantically in English. Ichigo stared at the phone in shock. Did Grimmjow's brother just talk to him? And in English?

'Hallo?' Stark called over the phone. 'Are you still there?'

'Yes, yes!' Ichigo said hurriedly and eagerly pressed the phone to his ear. 'I can hear you! I'm still here! You're Grimmjow's brother, aren't you? Stark, right? How come your English is so good? I thought-!'

'Yes, well, just because Grimmjow was too stubborn to learn English doesn't mean I was too!' Stark said impatiently and he could just imagine the boy rolling his eyes at his younger sibling's stubbornness. Well, at least they both agreed that Grimmjow was stubborn as hell.

'Who are you anyway? I know Grimmjow called last time from the same number so I want to know who I'm talking to. And no lies,' Stark demanded his tone sharp and alert. Well, Ichigo couldn't complain. After all, if a stranger called pretending to be German but talked like a retard and knew his younger brother who was missing would make anyone be suspicious and on edge.

'I'm…'Ichigo searched for the right word and, reluctantly, decided on one. 'I'm a good friend of his. Ichigo. I live right next door to him in our apartment building.'

'He's living in an apartment? Where?'

'In…' Ichigo stopped midsentence. Why the hell was he answering questions? Wasn't the reason he called was so he could ask and have his answered instead of the other way around?

'Hey!' Ichigo snapped, suddenly regaining his demeanor. 'The reason I called wasn't so I could be cross-questioned here! I called because I want an explanation on what the hell is going on with Grimmjow and his dad!...Sir!'

He felt like smacking his forehead for the 'Sir' but he wasn't sure how old Stark was and it seemed rude not to show some respect for someone he didn't even know. He heard Stark hiss on the other end.

'What happened? Did he hurt Grimmjow again?' Stark said sharply. Ichigo's blood froze.

'A-A-Again?' he croaked and almost dropped the phone. 'What do you mean again?'

There was a pause on the other end as if Stark was contemplating on telling him or not. Just like Grimmjow.

'I don't think I should be telling you…' Stark said uneasily. Ichigo almost lost it. Was the entire family like this?

'Look,' Ichigo snapped. 'I'm sick and tired of hearing that all the freaking time! Grimmjow refuses to tell me anything but every time I see his dad I feel so uneasy! There's something about him that I just don't trust and the fact that he lives with Grimmjow makes it worse! One time, I heard Grimmjow scream and-!'

'You heard what?' Stark cut in, anger oozing from his voice. 'That good for nothing bastard…if he laid one hand on Grimmjow I'll-!'

'What did he do, Stark?' Ichigo asked softly and pressed the phone closer to his ear. 'There's something creepy about the way he looks at Grimmjow and how Grimmjow looks at him. I-' he licked his lips, '-I want to help him, Stark.'

Another lapse of silence followed. Ichigo could practically hear the clock ticking in the living room. It was that quiet.

'Aizen wasn't always a bad Vater,' Stark began slowly. 'He'd do what every Vater would do: he'd provide for us, he'd take care of us, he'd love us. For a time, everything was pretty normal.

'But then it kind of got…awkward. Like, there's loving like how a parent should be loving. And then, there's loving which should only be between adults with an intimate relationship. Aizen was the latter.'

Ichigo inhaled sharply. He didn't like where this was going already.

'At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong,' Stark continued. 'Whenever he would want a hug or a kiss on the cheek, I would do it. But as I got older, I began to notice how odd it was. Because he would do it practically all the time. It made me really uneasy so I always avoided him whenever he asked me. I never told our Mutter. I kept it to myself. I tried to get Grimmjow to do it less too but he wouldn't listen to me. He was too attached to Aizen.'

Ichigo noticed the bitterness that entered his voice at that point. He also noticed how Stark never referred to him as 'Vater' but as 'Aizen'. And that spoke volumes of his relationship with the man now currently living next door to Ichigo. A very…unsettling volume.

'I wish I had protected Grimmjow more,' Stark said quietly. 'I wish I had looked out for him more. Mutter began to notice how I didn't warm up to Aizen anymore and she became suspicious. She caught him…touching Grimmjow one day.'

'What do you mean?' Ichigo blurted out but regretted it immediately. He didn't want to know. He was already feeling sick with everything Stark was telling him.

'She found him…kissing Grimmjow,' Stark said in a strained tone. 'She was furious and shouted at Aizen for what he did. She also grounded Grimmjow but that just made him mad. He thought our Mutter was bitter and was only out to ruin his life.'

'Didn't he know it was wrong?' Ichigo cut in incredulously. 'Didn't he realize what his…what his father was doing was wrong?'

'I asked him the same thing,' Stark murmured. 'I even told him straight out it was wrong but the stupid bastard just refused to believe me. He thought I was taking our Mutter side and got mad at me too. He said his 'Vater' was just being affectionate.' He laughed hollowly. 'I really wanted to punch his face in at that point. But I had to remind myself that it wasn't Grimmjow's fault. He was young. He didn't know right from wrong. So I let it be. From then on Mutter and I were going to keep a closer eye on Grimmjow around Aizen.'

'Why didn't she just file a divorce?' Ichigo exclaimed, his anger now boiling. Stark was right it wasn't Grimmjow's fault. Grimmjow wasn't the one making the moves. It was all Aizen's doing. 'Why didn't you all just live separately from him?'

'We couldn't afford it,' Stark explained morosely. 'We were all dependent on Aizen. He supported us. If we left him then what would become of us? As much as I hated the situation I knew it would be a burden on Mutter so we all bore it quietly.'

'But then one day…' Stark's voice was shaking again and he paused to regain his composure. 'One day Mutter and Nel weren't home and I was at a friend's place. Grimmjow was supposed to be at a friend's place too. The house was supposed to be empty when Aizen came home. He had been out partying with friends. And when he got drunk, he really got drunk. He was supposed to come home and crash out. That was what was supposed to happen that night.'

Ichigo wasn't liking all the 'supposes' Stark was repeating in practically every sentence. Something told him that all the things that were supposed to happen didn't happen.

'Grimmjow was so stupid,' Stark was now literally whispering. 'He didn't know he had to sleep at his friend's place. He thought he had to be home. So he got dropped. A couple of minutes later, Aizen showed him. There was nobody home. Nobody home to protect him from that monster.'

Ichigo suddenly felt sick. He didn't want to hear anymore. He wished he had never called Stark. He wished he hadn't been so curious to know the truth about Grimmjow. The truth can be painful. That's why sometimes people lie to save others from the pain.

'Mutter and I came home to find Grimmjow huddled on the floor. His clothes were all torn up and he had bruises all over his body,' Stark said hollowly. 'There was even blood on the floor. I can't forget that night. And Grimmjow's face…he looked so blank like he didn't know what to say or feel. I think he cried but I never asked. I cried too but I never told him that. I just decided it was best to pretend for his sake. Mutter told me I should.'

'I can't believe it,' Ichigo practically choked, his eyes were now swimming and he felt dizzy. This was all too much, too much to take in yet there were still question whirling around in his head. 'How could he…how could he do that…to his own son…and how could Grimmjow still…still want to be around him…'

'It's my fault,' Stark murmured. 'If I'd been more focused in keeping Grimmjow away from him…if I'd been more firm in telling Grimmjow it was wrong. It was wrong of a Vater to even think of doing that to his own flesh and blood.

'It didn't matter what I said about Aizen. It didn't matter what that fucking bastard did. Grimmjow would continue to love him because no one really explained to him just how wrong it was. And Aizen never stopped. No matter how much he said he would he never did. Oh, sure he apologized for rape-for doing that to Grimmjow but that didn't stop him from touching Grimmjow. It was fucking disgusting. And that was why Mutter finally lost it and wanted a divorce. She had had enough.

'But Aizen wasn't going to give in. He wasn't going to lose his precious son just like that.' Stark literally spat that sentence. 'So he somehow convinced Grimmjow they were leaving for a short while on some kind of adventure or vacation. Call it what you fucking want but he was kidnapping Grimmjow and taking him somewhere. I wish I had realized that. That same night they left Grimmjow had sneaked into my room and asked me to come along. The only thing that was going through my mind was that there was no way I was going to let that bastard use me and manipulate me. He was a fucking monster who deserved to burn in hell for what he was doing to Grimmjow. For what he was doing to all of us because of what he did to Grimmjow. Next day they were gone and Mutter was hysterical. The police have been investigating the case ever since.'

Ichigo felt like his entire body was on fire not from passion but from rage. Anger and fury writhed through his body, pushing his adrenaline to the limit. He needed to punch something. He needed to hit something. He needed to take his anger out at something, anything. He was just so angry. Angry that Grimmjow had to suffer so much at the hands of the man he called his father. It hurt Ichigo that the boy had so much blind faith in that man who had practically ruined his family.

'Now you know,' Stark sighed bitterly. 'Now you know everything. Now you know the terrible history behind that man who called himself our father.'

'What do I do, Stark?' Ichigo rasped, now gripping the phone in both hands. 'I can't just let Grimmjow live with that man now that I know. I need to do something! I can't just sit here and do nothing!'

'Please,' Stark said softly, almost begging. 'Please save him. He won't listen to me. You have no idea how many times I've tried. Now it's your turn. You have to help him. He needs someone he trusts. Otherwise…otherwise God knows what can happen to him with Aizen around.'

Ichigo felt his heart clench again and he jumped as he heard a door slam in his apartment.

'Oi!' bellowed a loud voice. 'Anybody home? I'm taking my bed so if you got a problem suck my balls!'

Ichigo gritted his teeth. It was his own otosan. And what perfect timing. He was furious and willing to burn off some energy. Perhaps he could finally fulfill his wish in hitting something.

'Don't worry, Stark,' Ichigo said viciously. 'Just leave everything to me. I'll save Grimmjow. You can trust me.'

Silence.

'I hope so,' Stark whispered.

Click!

Dum dum dummmm

Questions finally answered! Now isn't everyone satisfied! You all now know what a bastard Aizen is! Though I dunno the way I've portrayed him most of you actually don't see him as much of a villain in this story which is a nice change! Though I must let you all know: the worst enemy is the innocent one because you never know when they'll strike 0.o yea I just made that one up but there is some truth in that!

*ahem* so I hope I'm not moving too fast in the story and I hope I'm not neglecting Ichigo's side of the story too much! I realized I should have mentioned some of it in chapter 9 but I was too focused on Grimmjow's story . as you can see, it's quite the complicated family problem, ne? Had to think A LOT about it! But I hope everything finally makes sense and if there are still some loose ends I haven't unknotted *see what I did there? XD* lemme know and I'll fix 'em! :D

Till next time, ciao!

Oh yeah! TRANSLATIONS: *don't think I forgot about these! Quite a bit of German in this chapter! XD*

-Leck mich: Kiss my ass

- Ist da jemand?: Is someone there?

- Mein name ist Ichigo. Wie geht es dir?': My name is Ichigo. How are you?

-Mir geht es gut: I'm fine

- Von wo rufen Sie an? Das ist keine Deutsch nummer: Where are you calling from? This is not a German number

- Ich rufe an wegen Grimmjow: I'm calling because of Grimmjow

- Wer ist das?: who is this?