The bustling halls of Karakura High School was even noisier than usual as word spread around that the hottest couple, consisting of Ichigo, Grimmjow, and Shiro, had had a run in with an infamous yakuza the other day. And by other day, Ichigo meant literally the other day. As in yesterday. And frankly, he still wasn't happy about it. In fact, he was livid. Not just at Aizen for blackmailing and raping Grimmjow, but also to Grimmjow for giving in to it. It wasn't even Grimmjow's fault, but Ichigo couldn't help but being angry.

Ichigo would never admit it, but the reason he was so angry at Grimmjow was because the bastard had the nerve to look and sound like he was enjoying being fucked by Aizen. And then when Shirosaki had asked Grimmjow if it was okay for him to fuck all that hot sun-kissed body, the bastard had the nerve to say no. If it was okay for Aizen to fuck him, why wasn't okay for Shiro too? Grimmjow even knew Shiro has been wanting to top him for a while but hasn't even so much as asked out of respect.

"But where's Grimmjow's respect? Nowhere, that's where," Ichigo muttered, stomping through the halls. People kept looking at Ichigo strangely like it was the most shocking thing ever that the man who ranked in the top three hottest guys in Karakura High to be alone. Fuck that shit, it just pissed Ichigo off more.

He couldn't stop fuming, getting more and more angry the more and more he thought about yesterday. The only thing good that had come out of yesterday was the fact that Renji had finally asked Shuuhei out, the red head had called Ichigo at ten o'clock at night to tell him the news. Ichigo felt just a little bit of his rage dissipate, but not enough for him to watch where he was going.

"Oh, sorry," Ichigo said hastily, but he wasn't looking up anyway to see who he'd run into. If the guy, and he could tell because the person was taller than him, was angry at Ichigo for running into him, then he should have moved out of the way. Ichigo brushed past him and shaking his head. Who the hell stands in the middle of the hallway like a statue?

"Oh, don't worry about it," Ichigo froze. It was a voice he'd only heard once again but he'd never forget. It was sly, sleazing, and the voice of an utter asshole. He spun around.

"Aizen, you bastard!" Ichigo shouted, feeling every hair stand on edge as he looked at the man who's guts he hated more than anyone else's and Ichigo hated a lot of peoples. He hated Aizen's slicked back brown hair and his stupid dangly solo hair that Aizen thought looked cool hanging down in front of his face. He hated his cold eyes and stupid smug grin and the overconfident aura Aizen gave off. He even hated Aizen's name. If Ichigo could wipe the name from his memory, he would first chance he got. And he really hated was that he thought Aizen was attractive.

"Now, now, let's not call each other names," Aizen said cooly, rocking his suit with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He seemed totally at ease standing in the hallway of a school that he was without a doubt trespassing on. Aizen could be arrested for this. He was an infamous criminal-

"Why the hell aren't you behind bars?" Ichigo inquired, suddenly afraid. Was this guy just too powerful to be kept behind bars? If that were the case, Ichigo was totally screwed. He had gotten on the bad side of this piece of shit after all.

"Did you forget? I'm, as you said, yakuza. Did you really think I have no one to pay my bail? A couple hundred million yen is nothing to all the money I have," Aizen smirked and Ichigo felt like decking him in the face, smash that strand of hair into his nose and his nose into his brain.

Rich bastard.

"Okay, okay whatever. Listen to me buster," Ichigo snapped, stepping close to Aizen and glaring into his eyes. He may be shorter than Aizen, but sometimes intimidation isn't all about size. However, intimidation didn't really work on Aizen since the yakuza probably dealt with scarier people than Ichigo. The fact that Ichigo's glares didn't intimidate Grimmjow either was starting to make sense too. Ichigo was dead scared of Aizen and the rat bastard hadn't even done anything yet. But that was what scared him. Ichigo had no idea when Aizen would make his move or what that move would be.

Maybe I'll have to apologize to Grimmjow later. I wouldn't wanna be threatened by this guy either.

"You fucking leave Grimmjow alone," Ichigo demanded. There was no way in hell he was ever going to let Aizen know that the yakuza had Ichigo practically about to piss himself. There was something so dangerous about this man. He made Ichigo feel like if he made one wrong move, Aizen would have him killed in a second. The condescending chuckle that escaped past Aizen's lips almost washed away the fear for a moment with anger.

"What?"

"You must be mistaken Ichigo," Aizen said smoothly, his voice sounding almost silky and seductive like he were talking to a lover. Another part of Ichigo's fear was lobbed off and replaced with anger.

"I didn't come here for Grimmjow. I simply used him to get to you. I know a lot of people, but none of them have interested me like you do. I knew when I first saw you that I simply must have you," Aizen breathed, now invading Ichigo's. Yep, there goes the last of Ichigo's fear. Screw this guy.

"You and me gotta talk Aizen."

"I quite agree."

"But not here."

"I know just the place then."

"Great, lead on dickhead," Ichigo snapped and Aizen chuckled. Hidden out of sight, two girls were crouching as they listening quietly to the conversation. One was taller and had light orange hair and the other was short with black hair. Their names were Orihime Inoue and Ruka Kuchiki.

They had been on their way to intercept Ichigo and ask him why he'd been in such a bad mood all morning, bad enough to get a detention. But just as they were about to confront him, Ichigo had started up a conversation with some guy the taller one hadn't recognized. Orihime hadn't been put off by the stranger's presence and was about to greet Ichigo when Rukia stopped her. She knew Aizen. Or rather her older brother knew him. But Rukia knew enough to know that Aizen was trouble. It had been her idea to eavesdrop. And just like she feared, Ichigo had gotten himself into yet another pinch.

"You gotta let Jaggerjaques and Shirosaki know," Rukia said to Orihime when Ichigo had disappeared with Aizen, and the taller girl nodded. She may not know who Aizen was, but she could at least understand the gravity of the situation.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to tail them. I'll let you know their location when they stop moving," Rukia explained and took off before she lost sight of the two of them. Orihime stayed just long enough to watch her go.

"Why do you always try to solve things on your own Ichigo?"

A/N - I'm sorry I haven't updated this in awhile. But I had temporarily lost inspiration for this story. However, it's back and ready for action. IN the previous chapter, I know most, if not all of you thought it was anti-climatic how easily Aizen got taken out. However with this one and the next, you should start to understand that things aren't really what they seemed that day.

XOXO to all of you and see you next time!