So after a very long wait, it has finally arrived. Sorry to those who were waiting for this chapter. I made it extra long, just for you guys. :D Warnings for the chapter: Het Smut. Also Rukia might seem a little OOC.

A/N: After a long day of waiting, FFnet finally fixed themselves, so hopefully the chapter is showing now.

Chapter 09: The Other Woman?

December 24, XXXX – Noon

Ichigo stood in the kitchen, staring down at her scrambled eggs. She knew it was no longer breakfast time, but she could care less. She was surprised that she was even able to make her anything to eat. Her stomach was churning with worry. She wondered why Grimmjow hadn't called her. It had been two days and she worried that something had happened to him. It seemed that their first Christmas together was going to be a heartbreaking nonexistent one.

When she woke up that morning, she had checked the cell and house phone, but no calls had been missed. She had lay in the bed and dialed his number repeatedly, but it had gone straight to voice mail.

Ichigo sighed as she turned off the stove. She poured her eggs onto a plate and gazed down at them. She wasn't hungry. She was distressed. She left the food there and ventured into Grimmjow's office. There had to be some way to get in contact with him. Ichigo sat at his desk and started looking through his organized papers. She felt bad looking through his things, but she just couldn't take it anymore. She scanned his desk and found a rolodex sitting next to his computer. Reaching for it, she started searching through the various contact information. Some names she recognized and some were unfamiliar. She tried to remember his assistant's name, the one with the green hair. She hated that she wasn't good with names.

She continued to look when she reached a name that wasn't anything like the others. Ichigo frowned at it. Grimmjow wasn't known for having many female friends and he didn't keep any information about his exes, so who was Mila Rose? Ichigo had long found Grimmjow's assistant's number, but she no longer cared. She could feel herself getting upset the more she stared at the digits written on the small card. She shook her head. She had to think about this logically. Grimmjow wasn't cheating on her, right? Right? Right. Though he didn't say that he loved her, he did say he cared about her. She was just being paranoid.

She shook her head again and went back to the card with Nel's information on it. Picking up the desk phone, she started to dial the woman's number. Placing the phone to her ear, she listened to the ringing. Grimmjow wasn't cheating on her. He wasn't. It just wasn't possible. He had no reason to cheat. Ichigo gave him everything he could possibly want and more. So why would he even think about doing something so hurtful? It just wasn't in him to hurt her.

"Hello, this is Neliel." Ichigo sighed when he heard the woman's bubbly voice on the other line.

"Ne-Nel." Ichigo could hear loud voices and Christmas music in the background.

"Itsygo? Are you okay?" She could hear the worry in the woman's voice, but tried to stay calm.

"Yes, uhm, is Grimmjow with you?" She needed to know if he was okay. Two days without hearing his voice or seeing a text was bothering her. After him being away for a whole month, that was all she could look forward to until he came home.

"…He's here, but he's busy at the moment. Is there something important you wanted to talk to him about?" Ichigo could feel her body shaking, but she still wasn't relieved. She finally knew he wasn't in any danger, but why hadn't the man contacted her for two days. Was he avoiding her? Did he not want to talk to her anymore? Her stupid doubt was back in full-force, poking her in the forehead, like an annoying little brother. "Itsygo?"

"I-I just wanted to make sure he was alright and if he would be home for Christmas." Ichigo listened as Nel sighed. She heard the woman tell her to hold on, before hearing a large variety of deep voices. Some were speaking in English, while others spoke in Japanese. She wondered if that woman was there in New York. She wondered if that was the reason Grimmjow hadn't spoken to her in those couple of days.

She listened as Nel whispered something and then there were noises of shifting. "Ichigo?" The tangerine haired woman could feel her body melting at the sound of Grimmjow's voice. If she had been standing up, she probably would have collapsed to the floor.

"Grim-Grimmjow! I've been so worried, you bastard!" She listened as the man chuckled. "That's not funny!"

"Sorry, Ichi." She could hear the tiredness in the man's voice and the sounds of partying dying out. "I've been dealing with a lot of work out here. It just got the better of me."

"…Are you okay?" She heard him sigh before speaking again.

"I'll manage. I'm sorry for not calling you. I turned my cell off and just didn't want to think about it."

"Are…are you coming home tomorrow?"

"Yeah…my flight is in a couple of hours, which means I should be leaving this party soon. I'll hopefully be home before you wake up, if the storm down there has died down at bit." Ichigo couldn't be happier. Her face was practically beaming with a smile. It had been one long month and she was ready to see Grimmjow again. Ichigo spoke to him for a little longer before getting off the phone with him.

She set the phone down on the desk and gazed down at it. She looked up to see that the rolodex was still situated on the "Mila Rosa's" phone number. Should she? Should she really call this woman? He doubts were killing her and the pain was throbbing hard in her heart. Maybe she could push it aside and ignore it. The woman was no one. Grimmjow was with no one but her. She nodded and rose from the desk. She wouldn't let the doubt push her around any longer.

December 25, XXXX – Early Christmas Morning

Grimmjow sighed as he pushed the door open to his apartment. He was glad to finally be home. Though the flight took longer than expected he managed to get home around the time he had told Ichigo he would be home. 3:05AM. Ichigo would probably think it was the best gift ever. He left his suitcase on the floor at the side of the front door and made his way towards the bedroom. He softly pushed the door open and made his way inside, closing it behind him.

He could see Ichigo's form lying under the covers of his bed. Their bed. Not caring about his expensive dress shirt or suit pants, he walked towards the bed and started crawling his way towards her. He hadn't realized how long it had really been since he saw his girlfriend. Four weeks. Four very long weeks. It had been too long.

How he missed that fiery hair and those nut-brown eyes. He had missed the way her body felt in the palm of his and the way she said his name. He had been more than ready to come home to her and smother her in any and everything she desired. He couldn't believe he was even thinking it, but he had actually fallen for the woman. He had her constantly on his mind, making it impossible to focus on his work. He just couldn't hear her voice anymore in fear of not getting things taken care of in New York. So what did he do? He had turned off his phone. He had tried to shut her out for the time being, but she refused to let that happened. She had penetrated that barrier he had tried to create and made contact anyway.

She was a woman who, despite the doubt she felt, refused to let a good thing slip through her hands. He ran a hand through his teal locks. It was good to be home and it was good to have Ichigo.

He leaned over her and placed a kiss against her temple.

"Mmm, Grimmjow?" Dark orange eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes and glanced up to see cerulean chaotic hair. "Welcome home," she said, turning fully towards him and smiling lazily. He missed this. He missed just being around her. "What time is it?" He watched her push herself into a sitting position and took in what she was wearing.

Her hair was down, slightly curly and sprayed across her shoulders. The red tank top clung to her breasts that Grimmjow still couldn't get enough of. "3 in the morning," he said, leaning in and captured her lips in a soft kiss. He slid a hand under her hair and across her cheek, titling her head to the side for better access. He felt her push closer to him.

Ichigo raised her hands and started undoing the man's shirt and slipped her hands under, sliding the shirt off the man's shoulders. She pulled away from his lips, bringing him down to lay against her. "Aren't you tired?"

"No," Grimmjow murmured against her lips, letting his shirt fall down his arms and showing off a large amount of hard muscles and amazingly tanned skin. Ichigo groaned, remembering how long it's been since she's seen Grimmjow's body. She watched as the blunet started to pull off his shirt before taking care of hers as well. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to taste her smooth and delicious fresh skin. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against her collarbone, sucking on the skin and licking it for good measure. He listened to her moan as his mouth descended to the cleft of her bosom. He could feel her dainty hands running down his chiseled back and sighed against her skin. "It's been too fuckin' long."

Ichigo couldn't agree more. "…It's your fault."

"Don't remind me. I had to finish work."

"Yeah, I know." Grimmjow glanced up from her skin, seeing that she was staring down at him.

"I promised I would make it up to you when I got back home." Ichigo smiled and hummed at the feeling of the blunet's hot breath on her nipple. She arched up from the bed when Grimmjow slipped his mouth around the nub. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive area. He slid over to the opposite nipple and did the same before placing kisses down her stomach. He pushed the covers down, revealing her bottom half, only clad in a pair of lacy red and white underwear. "You are a little minx for wearing these."

Ichigo just giggled and continued to watch Grimmjow rain kisses down her skin. She raised her leg and ran it across his forearm. The blunet smirked wide, leaning down. He started to kiss on her inner thigh.

"Grimmjow…," she moaned, while he just hummed in satisfaction, sucking on the skin, leaving behind a nice sized hickey. Ichigo raised her other leg and brought her foot down against the top of pants, massing the package hidden underneath. She smirked wide when she felt the man shudder. Rising up, she started to undo his slacks, slowly going from button to another. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she started to pull them down, including his underwear.

"I-Ichigo…"

"You're already so hard," she said, her breath ghosting over the tip of his penis. She continued to pull his slacks down until they sat right above his knees. She slid her hands back up, letting her fingers wrap around Grimmjow's cock. She gazed up at him to see him staring down at her with hooded eyes. Looking back down, she ran her tongue up the underside, feeling Grimmjow's hand running through her hair.

"Ah." The blunet licked his lips, watching Ichigo's tongue sweep across his flesh. She kissed the head before slipping the cock into her mouth. "Shit, argh!"

"Mmmm," she moaned as she swirled her tongue around and started to suck him down deeper. Grimmjow was in bliss, his head thrown back, feeling the wet heat surrounding his cock. She pulled him out, enjoying how it twitched and she sucked on the head again.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow moaned. She slipped him back into her mouth and sucked him hard, sending him deeper down her throat until her nose was practically brushing against soft blue hairs. "Ah, fuck yeah." He felt himself gripping her strands tighter as he fought the urge to fuck her mouth. She slurped and sucked, using her other hand to massage the balls beneath. Grimmjow's muscles tightened and he could feel the sweat producing from his abdomen. He could feel his body getting hotter and the coiling inside. He knew he wouldn't have last another minute. It really had been too long. "I-Ichi, w-wait."

His body started to convulse and he unconsciously pushed deeper into the heat sucking him down. "Mmh!" Pulling at her hair tighter, he leaned his head back and his cock twitched, shooting hot cum down his girlfriend's throat. He panted heavily and leaned over, gazing down at Ichigo. Ichigo smiled up at him and pushed herself up to kiss him. Tongues tangling as he pushed Ichigo back onto the bed. "Hurry, Grimmjow. I'm tired of waiting."

He slowly pulled her panties down and threw them over his shoulder. Ichigo spread her legs wide, letting him view all of her. He could feel his cock twitching back to life at how wet she was. He wasted no time, laying flat against her and crushing his lips against hers. It's what he's wanted since he's been gone-to be with her, laying with her.

Ichigo raises her legs and presses the balls of her feet against Grimmjow's backside, letting the tip of him press against the folds of her sex. She couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside her. After sitting in that apartment alone, day after day, she was so glad to see his face. She was so glad to see his hard and light aqua eyes. She was glad to see his chaotic cerulean hair. She was glad to hear his voice, feel his touch.

He pushed into her and her body clung to him tightly, clenching her walls and capturing him. She could never let him go. She would never want to let him go. She listened as he breathed her name, starting a slow and torturous pace inside her. She didn't care whether he teased her slowly or brought her to a quick climax. She just wanted him, over and over again. She gasped into his mouth when he rubbed against her sweet spot. Gazing into his eyes, she could feel a rush of sensation rolling off of him. She could feel the want he had for her.

"Grimmjow…I-I-" She could feel her lips trembling, trying to get out exactly what she wanted to say. She knew that she had told him a thousand times before, but she needed to say it in the moment. She needed him to hear it again, for him to know that there was no one else for her.

"I love you, Ichigo." The girl's cinnamon eyes widened as she gazed up at the serious and blissful look on Grimmjow's face. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"Wh-wha?" The man just chuckled; looking down at his girlfriend's confused face.

"I said that I love you."

"You're lying!" Grimmjow watched the tears start to roll down her face and sighed. He listened to her mumble the phrase repeatedly and he couldn't help but smile.

"Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Because…be-because you are a cruel, cruel man." He leaned over and pressed his lips against the corners of her eyes before wiping the tears away. He lowered his lips to hers and pressed softly, doing it repeatedly until she stopped speaking. She looked up at him to see him still gazing down at her.

"I'm not lying, berry. Now tell me what you were going to say."

Ichigo glared up at him, pouting. "I refuse to." The blunet just smirked, grinding his still buried hard-on up against her sweet spot. She gasped and shuddered.

"You were saying," he responded, pushing himself up onto the palms of his hands. "I have no problem teasing you until you tell me."

"Bu-but you already know."

"Tell me again." Ichigo looked away, folding her arms across her breasts. She mumbled the words, but Grimmjow couldn't hear. He pulled out and slammed back in, just to still again. "Didn't hear ya, Ichi." Ichigo glared up at her boyfriend, her toes curling into the sheets and her clit throbbing.

"I said I love you…bastard." Grimmjow smirked and rose to a kneeling position. He grabbed her legs by the ankles and spread them wide.

"I love you, too," he said before he started to bring them both to a pleasurable climax.

Ichigo laid there in Grimmjow's arms, watching the man sleep peacefully. He was such a bad liar, saying that he hadn't been tired. She knew he had to be exhausted after being away from home so long and doing nothing but working. She listened to his deep breathing, feeling his strong arms wrapped around her. She reached her hand out and ran it through his limp hair. It laid low across his brow and she noticed it had grown a bit longer since he had left.

Scooting closer, she buried her face closer to his chest. She couldn't believe he had said those words. She felt like she was dreaming so much so, that she needed to hear them again. She needed to know that he had really said what he had said. Did he, in fact, love her? Was he just saying what she wanted to hear? She couldn't help think that he was lying to her. Her mind kept reeling back to that number she had found the day before. She knew it was just a phone number, but that could lead to other things that she didn't even want to think about.

After being with Grimmjow for a little over five months, she just didn't want to even think about what would happen if the blunet left her. After being with Ishida for so long, going through the neglectful marriage, she didn't want to be in the same position again. She didn't want to be in fear that someone or something was taking Grimmjow away from her.

She wanted this to be it. She knew she was still young, but true love wasn't an everytime thing. There was only one person out there for you, some people being able to find their soul mate, while others spent a whole lifetime without them. It sounded so silly, soul mates and such, but she was just like every other girl. She wanted to be with the man she was meant to be with. She wanted to be with a man who was going to cherish and love her. Grimmjow had yet to let her down in any department, turning out to be everything Ichigo had ever hoped for.

Of course, he was a little temperamental sometimes and he was a pervert. He was loud, obnoxious and slightly sadistic, but Ichigo wouldn't have him any other way. He was everything Grimmjow. And he was everything Ichigo could possibly want.

Ichigo hummed as she threw down in the kitchen, creating a large and delicious breakfast. She felt a little rejuvenated after a great romp and some much needed sleep. Grimmjow being home was icing on the cake. It was Christmas, it was snowing and it was perfect. She had contacted her dad and wished her family a Merry Christmas (after Shiro jabbed her about Grimmjow). She smiled as she flipped another pancake onto the large white circular plate. Turning off the fire, she made her way to the table and set them down.

"Grimmjow! Breakfast is ready!" She gazed down at the plentiful fluffy apple cinnamon pancakes. The scrambled eggs were yellow and looked so delectable sprinkled with cheese. The sausage was juicy and just waiting to be gobbled down. Ichigo was glad Grimmjow wasn't into traditional Japanese breakfasts. She truly did adore pancakes.

She looked up to see Grimmjow making his way over. She was still so happy he was finally home. It had felt so awkward being alone in that apartment. The presence of the blunet kept her calm and comfortable.

"Looks good." She made her way over to a chair and sat down, as did Grimmjow. They began to eat as Grimmjow spoke about his trip. There wasn't much to talk about other than work, work, work, but Ichigo listened nonetheless. She listened to Grimmjow badmouth incompetent people and talk about all the older men who wanted to be apart of his conglomerate. Ichigo always forgot that Grimmjow ran a multi-billion dollar company, just like Urahara. The man was so down to earth about life and didn't really have a stuck-up complex about much. He wasn't the type who flashed money around and even though he enjoyed the finer things, he didn't spend a fortune on complete and utter nonsense. He was willing to work hard for anything, thinking if he could do it himself, why pay other people to do it.

"Grimm…" Ichigo looked down at her food, pushing around a few pieces of egg. She looked up to see him gazing at her. "Uhm, I wanted to talk about something that has been bothering me."

"Is it about what I said last night? I was telling you the truth. I do love-"

"No, no it's not about that." Ichigo could feel the blush started to rise across her cheeks at what Grimmjow was about to say.

"Uhm, it's about something I found the other day in your-"

DING DONG

"…Who the hell could that be?" Grimmjow grumbled. He was about to rise from his chair when Ichigo beat him to it.

"I'll get it!" She quickly made her way to the door, glad that she had been saved by the doorbell. She had been so nervous to ask about that woman. Making it to the door, she looked through the hole and saw an executive deliveryman. Frowning, she opened the door and spoke with the man. She signed for the package and closed the door behind her. Looking down at the rectangular package, she saw Grimmjow's name on it. She started to make her way back to the kitchen when she stopped dead at the sender's name. Mila Rose. She could feel her hands gripping the sides of the box tightly, so much that they were turning white.

Who was this woman? Why was her number in Grimmjow's rolodex? Why was she sending him packages on Christmas? She was ruining a perfect day for Ichigo. She was someone coming in between her and Grimmjow.

She stiffly made her way back to the table, still gazing at the upsetting package.

"Ichi, who was it?"

"Package…for you," Ichigo responded in a monotone voice. She felt herself drop the package onto the table and seat herself back into her chair.

"Package? From who?" The blunet looked down at the sender's name, unaware of how Ichigo was assessing his reaction. His eyes widened a little and he gave a tiny smirk before he silently excused himself from the table, taking the box with him. Ichigo gazed at her retreating boyfriend with hurt and confused eyes. What the hell is going on? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell! She sneered and angrily rose from the table and made her way towards his office. She stopped at the slightly closed door and reached her hand out. When she heard Grimmjow's voice she froze.

"…Yeah, I just got it."

Ichigo listened to the tone of Grimmjow's voice. He spoke with passion, softly as if he was breathing into the woman's ear. Ichigo could feel her breathing start to come out in pants and her chest felt constricted. She didn't like this. She didn't want Grimmjow to speak to anyone that way.

"Yeah, you are amazing. I can't thank you enough." Ichigo's mahogany eyes enlarged and she gripped at the fabric above her chest. He had said he loved her. So why? Why was he talking to this woman like so? "Yeah, I'll show you around town when you arrive. Just don't try anything funny like you always do."

"…You know why, Mila. Don't play ignorant."

"Yeah, yeah and that was in high school, it's different now." Ichigo backed away from the door and made her way back to the table, sitting down softly on the chair. Who was that woman? Grimmjow had known her since high school? High school. That was such a long time. She couldn't compare with that. She didn't enjoy this at all. She had to find out exactly who this woman was.

January 15, XXXX

Ichigo sat at her desk, typing away on her computer. Christmas was finally over and New Year's had been very…titillating. She and Grimmjow had gone to a party that Rangiku hosted and though she was feeling down about the incident with her boyfriend, her best friend refused to let her mope around. She ended up having the time of her life and woke up with a horrible hangover the next morning.

Grimmjow seemed to be fine the morning after and decided to make Ichigo breakfast in bed. Those kinds of actions made her doubt about the blunet having a love affair. He was always so dedicated to everything he did for Ichigo. He just didn't seem like the type that would cheat. She glanced away from the electronic and looked at her calendar. That woman was coming into town (from the conversation Grimmjow had had with her) and the blunet was suppose to be taking her to lunch today. Ichigo refused to let this opportunity pass her by.

She hated the word, spying, but it was exactly what she and Rangiku were about to do. She had told Urahara that she would be taking a long lunch to take care of some business. He didn't seem to mind, but that was how her godfather usually acted, so carefree about any and everything.

When lunch rolled around she was quick to escape her desk before anyone came to ask her questions. Most people still glared her away because she was a 'home-wreaking harlot'. She still got nasty emails and some times horrible post-it notes, but Ichigo couldn't really do much about it. She just hoped that it didn't escalate into something more serious.

She was going to meet Rangiku at the restaurant Grimmjow and that woman was scheduled to eat. She had found out the time and place from a reliable source with long green hair. Nel was an absolute lifesaver and she was glad that she had become a little closer to her.

She sat in the taxicab, her legs shaking with so much nervousness. She decided not to take her car, in fear that Grimmjow would see it. She was already doing something against her own judgment and she didn't want to incriminate herself even more. The closer she got to he place the more her body shook. They pulled up in front of a tradition Japanese restaurant and she stepped out of the vehicle, giving the driver the fare.

She quickly made her way inside and a hostess immediately helped her find where her friend was. She was glad that Rangiku had found a spot that was very inconspicuous. It was hidden from everything, but they were still able to see a large amount of the restaurant.

Rangiku looked up with her crystal blue eyes and smiled at Ichigo. "I didn't think you would make it in time."

"I left quickly. I still feel weird about this, Ran. I mean spying on Grimmjow? Should I really be doing this?" Ichigo situated herself onto the pillow sitting on the tatami floor and started to drum her fingers against the low dark wood table. She was so nervous.

"It'll be okay. All we are doing is having lunch together."

Ichigo slipped another piece of beef into her mouth and chewed it slowly. Her back turned to the rest of the restaurant, while Rangiku kept lookout. They had been there for some time and the man had yet to show up. Had Nel lied to her about the restaurant? Maybe she was covering for her boss. "Ichigo-chan, I don' think he's coming." She could hear the disappointment in the woman's voice.

Ichigo sighed and set her chopsticks down. "Maybe you're right. I guess I can't complain, though. It was nice having lunch with you. It's really been a long time." Rangiku smiled. It really had been a while since they hung out. It always sucked when either of them was too busy with life to actually hang out.

"No worries. We have a lifetime to hang out. And you know you can always call on me or Hime."

Paying and leaving, after saying her goodbyes to Rangiku, Ichigo stepped out of the small establishment. She sighed to herself and glanced out into the street. She needed to get back to work before Urahara started calling her, crying about things. She started to make her way towards the parking lot connected to the restaurant and noticed a black town car in the parking lot. Stopping immediately, she backed up and slid up against the wall. Peeking from around the building, her eyes zeroed in on spiky blue hair. Grimmjow? She hadn't seen him in the restaurant so why was she seeing him now? She continued to watch and her eyes widened when she saw a woman step out from the back door of the place. She's so beautiful.

Her hair was long, flowing and a deep rich color of brown. She had hazel-green eyes and was quite voluptuous, giving Rangiku a little competition. She watched with wide frantic eyes as the woman conversed with her boyfriend. She noticed the not so subtle touches and gestures the woman made. Ichigo could feel something in her boiling over. She couldn't figure out if it was anger or sadness. She continued to watch and her body felt heavy when she saw the woman press her lips against Grimmjow's cheek.

It couldn't be. She had to be seeing things. She could feel the prickling in her eyes and the signs of tears forming. It just wasn't possible. Grimmjow couldn't be cheating on her. She shook her head and quickly pulled away from the edge of the building. She started making her way to the edge of the street and called out for a cab.

When one arrived, she quickly slipped inside and sat in the back, heading to her destination. She had to get away from the scene. She couldn't look at the two of them anymore. She clenched her hands against her khaki pants. It just wasn't right.

Stepping off of the elevator, she slowly made her way down towards her desk. She was so into her own little world, that she didn't notice the various people whispering amongst themselves. She finally made it towards her desk and plopped down in her office chair. She gazed down at the carpeted floor, unseeing and unmoving. She didn't even notice when Urahara stepped up towards her desk or the fact that he was speaking to her.

"Kurosaki-chan?" She glanced up to see her boss and turned her full attention to him.

"Yes, sir." Urahara gazed into her eyes, seeing the normal light in them diminished. Even her normal scowl was turned into a distressful frown. He hated to have to do this now, but he had no choice.

"I need to speak with you. Come into my office, please." Ichigo nodded, rising from her chair and following behind her boss. He closed the door behind them and she stood in front of his desk. "Maybe you should sit down. It's quite important." Ichigo sat herself in the chair situated in front of Urahara's desk. She watched her godfather sit in his chair and waited for him to continue speaking.

"Ichigo…" The blond haired man sighed. "We have been getting quite a few complaints lately. Outraged women have been calling me and sending me emails about you."

"Wha?"

"It had been brought to my attention that your co-workers as well as my colleagues assume that you aren't fit to work her anymore. They say you are giving the company a bad name."

"What!" Ichigo continued to gaze at her boss. She wasn't sure exactly what to say. People were pushing their noses into her business again and trying to screw her life over. "What have they been saying?"

"I refuse to repeat their exact words, but none of them were compliments. They are demanding that I let you go."

"You're firing me!" Ichigo shoot up from the chair and glared down at her boss. "I did nothing wrong and you are firing me!"

"I-Ichigo-chan, please don't yell."

"Fuck that, Urahara! I can't believe you are letting them win! They have been trying to get rid of me for years! And…and now, you are letting them get exactly what they want!"

"My hands are tied, Ichigo." The orange haired woman gazed down at her boss before looking away. She placed her hand over her mouth and shut her eyes. "I'm sorry." He truly was sorry. He never wanted to let Ichigo go. She had been the best employee, but it was a matter of majority vote. He frowned to himself. He hated that they were manipulating the situation so much.

"…You know…whatever." Ichigo shakily turned on her heel and started making her way back to her desk, ignoring that her ex-boss was calling for her. She grabbed a box from the side of her desk, dumping out the contents and started to grab her belongings from drawers and cabinets. One thing had lead to another that day. First Grimmjow and now she had been fired. Maybe she should have stayed home in bed. Maybe she should have never stepped foot out of the door.

She just couldn't believe her luck. She picked up the box and stared down at her desk. She really was going to miss working there. It had been the best and quite frankly, the only job she ever had. She started making her way towards the elevator, glaring at the women snickering and smiling smugly her way. Those bitches. Every single one of them could kiss her sweet behind.

She stopped when she reached the elevator and noticed the little midget who started all of this, the one woman who hated her the most. The dark haired woman looked her way, smiling wide as she made her way over.

"Ichigo? Where are you going?" she asked in the most innocent way possible. The woman looked at Ichigo's box of belongings and gasped in artificial shock. "Did you get fired? Oh no, that's terrible." Ichigo continued to glare down at the smaller woman, feeling the chain around her control, breaking slowly. "It goes to show you. Sluts don't belong seated behind desks."

Ichigo's deep mahogany eyes burned with hatred and she dropped her box to the floor. Before anyone saw, she swung at the woman, knocking her off her feet. She gazed down at the bleeding nose on the petite woman before grabbing her box and pressing the button for the elevator. It dinged and she stepped in, turning her attention towards the office floor. As the doors closed, she watched as women rushed over towards Rukia, trying to help her up and fix her bleeding nose.

She saw some of the women glare at her and she just murderously glared back. "…Go fuck yourselves."

:O IDEK, but hope you enjoyed. Please review and see you next chapter.