A/N: And here we are with chapter 10 at 70 reviews! Yay! This story has grown so much! And I know some of you have been wondering where I'm hiding the smut...Don't worry, the smut is on it's way. Soon... :3 Anyway, I just want to thank everyone that has stuck with this story. I really am trying and I hope that I satisfy.

Oh, and to those wondering about the PMs, I send one everytime I get a review. I just feel that if you took the time out to send a nice little review, I should send a nice little thank you. :3

Enjoy!

Ichigo was finally off for his Winter Break and he was exhausted. School had took a toll on him since he was doing extra work to catch up. But he had finished and was finally able to relax. That is...until Nelliel called and asked him to go over and hangout with Grimmjow. Everyone else had gone out but he couldn't because it was too cold. He was bored and lonely so Ichigo would sometimes go over there. He knew Shiro didn't really like it since they were supposed to hang out, but he himself had no problem with it. Since he had small feelings for Grimmjow, it was getting more difficult to do the things he regularly did. He always noticed how Grimmjow's muscles flexed when he stretched in the morning, or how he yawn, or how he laughed.

God, I am so pathetic, he thought as he layed down on his bed.

Ichigo didn't have the courage to tell Grimmjow how he felt about him, so he settled for hopelessness.

Maybe I just have Florence Nightingale syndrome, he told himself and nodded, Yeah, that's it. I only like him cause I'm taking care of him. It'll wear off once he's better.

Ichigo sighed and drifted off into one of his frequent naps.

He was asleep only for a few minutes before a heavy object landed on his stomach.

"Shiro..." He groaned then opened his eyes to be met with sparkling gold ones.

"Ya got nothin ta do, right?" He asked excitedly. He sat back on Ichigo's stomach so he could respond.

"Yeah, why? You got something in mind?" The albino smiled and nodded.

"Me and a couple of my friends are going up north ta go snowboardin. Wanna go?" Ichigo looked up in thought. "C'mon, Ichi! You never get ta hang out with me anymore! For a long time, it's either been school or yer friends! I'm yer best friend, Ichi. Best," he whined.

"I know, Shiro," the orange-head replied. "I was just thinking if I had to check on Grimmjow at all." The pale teen scoffed.

"He doesn't need ya. I think he can manage himself for a week," Shiro said contemptuously.

"Shiro, what do you have against Grimmjow? Isn't he like, your biggest idol?"

"Not recently." Shiro frowned. Ichigo didn't know what was up with Shiro but he wanted them to get along.

"Oh...Well, you should give him a chance. He's a really cool guy," he said with a smile.

That made Shiro frown. He knew something was up. The signs were barely there, but he knew. Ichigo was really happy lately. Whevevr that green-haired chick called him to go over there, Ichigo would hop up and shower, and spend time looking his very best. Even if he didn't know what Ichigo liked, it was pretty obvious how he felt about the blunette. Shiro thought he would at least be the first guy Ichigo liked. But that spot was taken from him. The truth made him want to fall to pieces.

"Ya like 'im...don't ya?" He asked with a hard look in his eyes. Ichigo's eyes widened.

"Uh..."

It was hard for the albino not to shout it. Ichigo blushed and remained sprawled underneath him. He knew he couldn't hide anything from Shiro, he was his best friend after all. Something about the look in the others eyes made him feel guilty about liking Grimmjow. He shouldn't feel guilty, right? So why...

"It's fine," Shiro put on a fake smile. "If yer happy, then everything's fine. In fact, I'm happy for ya," he said then bent down and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from breaking.

"Sh-Shiro..." Ichigo tried to explain himself.

"So, can ya go or not?

"Y-Yeah, probably. It'd be fun, huh?" He asked and smiled slightly.

"Hella fun," Shiro grinned.

He jumped off of the smaller teen and ran out of the room. He'd finally lost Ichigo...once and for all. No one could ever say no to Ichigo, he'd always been irresistible. So, if Ichigo liked someone, he got them. Surprisingly, it felt like a weight was lifted off of Shiro's shoulders

At least he wouldn't have to like Ichigo anymore.

Now he could try a little harder to move on.

"Do you have ta go, Ichi?" Shirosaki whined and hung over the back of the couch.

"Yes, Shiro. It's my job," Ichigo replied while slipping on his jacket.

"But it's snowin out and ya could just stay warm in here with me!" Shiro whined.

"Nah, I can't. I have to go."

"That's not fair. He calls ya out there at like 8 at night when it's already dark. And it's snowin out there, Ichi! A'least lemme drive ya there," the albino suggested. "Can't be takin ya to tha ER cause ya got frostbite or mugged or somethin."

"Fine! Hurry up," Ichigo agreed and caught the keys that were tossed at him. He went outside and got in the car and started it up before Shiro came outside. They both put their seatbelts on and drove off.

"Well," Shiro said as he made a swift right, "since yer not gonna hang out with me on this cold, snowy night, I'll just have ta call up somebody else." He dialed in someone's number in his cars built in phone and waited.

"This is Kensei," a deep, gruff voice spoke through the speaker.

"Hi, Ken-chan," Shirosaki replied with a large grin.

"Shiro, how many fuckin times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Kensei growled.

"Aw, why not? Is it cause only yer fuck-toy gets ta call ya that?" The driving teen snickered.

"Hey!" A younger male on the phone shouted defensively.

"He didn't mean it, Shuu," Kensei calmed him. The man sighed into the phone. "What do you want, Shiro?"

"I wanted ta see if yer free tonight. Ichi," he looked to the passenger, "is leavin me and I don't wanna hang out alone."

"Nah. We're havin dinner with Shuu's family tonight." The albino groaned.

"Kensei why?" He whined "Let's go drinkin or throw a party or somethin!"

"No can do, Shiro. Not tonight."

"Man...that fuck-toy has got ya whipped."

"Don't call me that!" Shuuhei shouted again.

"Shiro. You'd do the same thing if it was me callin and you were with Ichi—"

"ALRIGHT!" Shirosaki shouted over his friends. Ichigo looked at him weirdly, but he didn't seem to notice. "Alright. Hehe. Sorry, Shuu-chan," he grinned wider.

"D-Don't call me that either!"

"Aw, you guy's little pet names are so cute."

"I gotta go, man. But we'll catch up later, yeah?" Kensei asked.

"Ok, whatever," Shiro sighed and waved his hand. "Fuck Shuu-chan extra hard tonight, alright?"

"Shiro!" The two on the phone shouted at the same time before Shiro hung up and bursted into laughter.

"Ah...I love messing with them," he sighed.

"I can see that," Ichigo replied. Shiro chuckled and pulled up into the driveway. Ichigo got out of the car and closed the door.

"See ya later, Ichi," Shiro said and started the engine.

"You're not comin in?" Ichigo asked.

"Hell no. It's fuckin cold. And why would I?" The albino didnt really want to go inside. Even though he was swearing off Ichigo, he knew he'd still be jealous of Grimmjow once he saw them together.

"Everyone asks about you from time to time, so you should show your face and tell them how you're doing."

"I guess," he mumbled a reply, only getting out of the car because Ichigo wished it. "Geez, it's fuckin freezin out here." They rang the doorbell and Nnoitora answered it.

"Grimm! Ichigo's here! Good ta see ya, Shiro. It's been a while," the tall man smirked then stepped aside to let them in.

"Yeah, cool, whatever, I'm not stayin. I got a marathon to watch. Ichi, call me when yer ready ta come home. I'll pick ya up," Shiro said hastily. He really didnt want to go inside.

"Ok," Ichigo said then waved and walked inside. Shiro turned to leave but was stopped when Nnoitora grabbed his bicep.

"Ya can stay ya know," he said lowly and grinned. Shiro saw a weird gleam in his eye and he didn't like it. "I don't think Starrk would mind..."

"Aheh...Nah, it's too cold. I'm goin home." Shiro pulled his arm away and backed up.

"Suit yerself," Nnoitora smirked and looked over Shiro's body quickly. Shiro frowned in horror then started down the steps. His eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks when he felt a hand grab his ass. He turned around and stepped back up to the lanky man.

"Touch me again, and I'll snap yer fuckin fingernails off and feed 'em to ya," he warned.

"Well, I like tha sound of ya feedin me," Nnoitora snickered.

"...Fuckin freak..." The albino mumbled then walked back to his car.

"What can I say? When I see somethin I like, I tend ta get a little freaky about it."

"Whatever! And stop lookin at my ass!" He shouted before hopping in and driving home.

"Heh..." The man chuckled before walking inside. "Hey, Ichi! I wanna get ta know yer little friend! Can ya bring 'im by more often?" He shouted to wherever the orange-head was.

"Nnoitora, yer bein a weirdo," Grimmjow replied.

"Meh," the man hopped over the back of the couch and turned on the TV.

"So Grimmjow," Ichigo said coming from the bathroom, "how is your leg? You said it was still hurting, but you've been using the heating gel instead, right?"

"No. That shit is weird too."

"The heating bandage?"

"Nah."

"Grimmjow," the teen sighed, "you're never gonna get better if you don't take care of yourself."

"I'll be fine. I've been havin Pantera sit on it all tha time ta keep it warm," he shrugged.

"Grimmjow, having your cat sit on your leg is not going to work the same." When he said that, Grimmjow put a hand in Ichigo's hair and gently ran his fingers through it. The teen blushed and just stood still as a statue. "W-Why..."

"Ya had a little snow in yer hair. It was buggin me. You were sayin?"

"Huh?...Oh, right. I...The cat—"

"Yeah, I know, but I'd rather do that then have my leg feelin funny all tha time," the blunette shrugged. "'Sides, I didn't call ya over here about my leg. I called ta see if I can have my bandages off yet. I think tha scars are alright now."

"O-Ok. Let's go check," Ichigo replied, a little flustered, and watched Grimmjow climb the stairs with less difficultly than usual.

The older man sat down on the bed then lifted his arms so that Ichigo could unwrap his chest. Ichigo tried to hide his blush as he saw more and more of Grimmjow's chest. He was muscular. Really muscular. Ichigo wondered why he hadn't noticed it before, but it was probably because he didn't have feelings for him until now. Grimmjow let out a weird sound and his stomach clenched. Ichigo looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm alright."

"Does it still hurt?" The teen asked worriedly.

"No, ya just tickled me a little, that's all."

The blunette just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Heat rushed into Ichigo's face and he looked down. Grimmjow was...ticklish. If that didn't make him any cuter than he already was, Ichigo didn't know what did. But what he didn't know was that Grimmjow had seen his face flush. It made the man smirk because he thought it was kind of cute. Grimmjow shook his head. Cute? No. Ichigo wasn't cute. Guys aren't cute. Grimmjow convinced himself that he liked girls. He never has and never will like guys. Plain and simple. When the wrap was finally off, Ichigo could see the long gash that ran diagonally down Grimmjow's chest. It was light pink in contrast with the man's tanned skin. It seemed fully healed, but Ichigo poked at it with a cotton swap to see if the skin would tear.

It didn't, but Grimmjow let out a laugh from being tickled again. Ichigo couldn't hold back the small chuckle that forced itself out of his mouth. He left his chest unwrapped and moved to check his shoulder. All of the muscles seemed to be fully healed. Grimmjow's wrist bones had all been realigned, but it still hurt him from time to time. The man hadn't opened his lung wound recently so it was healing up really fast.

"Grimmjow you seem to be doing pretty good. But to test you, how about you do your workout on the Wii?" Ichigo suggested. The blunette grumbled.

"I do that thing everyday, Ichigo," he complained.

"But you haven't done it without your bandages, so c'mon, let's go." Ichigo waited for Grimmjow then the two made their way downstairs.

"Ulquiorra, move. I gotta do my workout," he told the pale man playing video games on the couch.

"You did that this morning," Ulquiorra replied, Nnoitora and Ggio groaning from losing to the stoic man again.

"Well, I have ta do it again. So could ya move?"

"I could, but that would result in me losing this game. And I never lose," he turned his controller sideways and Nnoitora threw his down once he died. "Ggio, you can still give up now. If you keep playing, you'll only be throwing away your title of being the top gamer in this house."

"No way, Ulqui. I'm gonna win." As soon as those words left his mouth, Ulquiorra took his last life. Ggio sat there gaping and his controller fell out of his hands. The victor tossed the controller to Grimmjow without looking at him and walked towards the stairs.

"I'm going to go see if Starrk would like to play," he said then disappeared. Grimmjow started laughing at his little brother's astonished expression and fell down onto the couch.

"He whipped yer ass, Ggio!" The man laughed harder.

"Shut up, Grimmjow!" The younger teen shouted and stomped up to his room.

"Oh damn...that was funny..."

He wiped a tear from his eyes and picked up the controller he dropped in his fit of laughter. Ichigo rolled his eyes playfully before taking a seat next to the larger man. Grimmjow put in his workout game then clicked on his Mii. As soon as he did, all the lights in the house went out.

Oh no! What happened!? Grimm! Don't deny your feelings! Nnoi you dirty dog! X3 Writing this story is so much fun.

I've been wondering what band I should base The Espada's off of. I'm not really good coming up with original songs and stuff so I was just going to make them one of my favorite bands. I don't know what do you guys think?

My favorite bands (not in any order):

-OK Go

-The Strokes

-Muse

-The Hush Sound(I hear they're coming back this year!)

-The Kooks

-The Killers

-Weezer

-The Fratellis

-The Black Keys

-Sublime

-Taking Back Sunday

-Panic! At The Disco

-Two Door Cinema Club

-The Neighborhood

-Franz Ferdinand

-Fall Out Boy

-Vampire Weekend

-Graffiti6

-Incubus

GOD, LOOK AT WHAT I LISTEN TO

OK! But those are the options and I need a band to base The Espadas on. So help me out, please?

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~EMAE