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Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.
Ichigo took a walk through Karakura's shopping street. He didn't mind the people (especially young girls) looking at him or blushing at his appearance, instead he looked straight-forward and held the host club's appointment letter in his hand. He had already read it, and what he found strange was that the chosen location was completely different from his last ones: a famous hotel in Karakura. Normally his clients would meet him in a café or a restaurant. Ichigo frowned. It didn't bother him that the client was male, but why did he choose a hotel in a known love hotel district? The orange-haired boy shook his head and sighed. Maybe he was just making a big fuss about the whole thing.
The orange-haired boy took out his phone and checked if he got any new messages. He was sure that Grimmjow was pissed off about him cancelling their evening he had been eagerly awaiting. "We're going to catch that up, I promise," Ichigo whispered to himself.
He finally reached the hotel. It was a twenty-five story building, and plenty couples, young and old, entered and exited it. "Looks like a mall or something," Ichigo thought. He entered the 'Venus Trap Hotel' with a determined expression. Inside, giant golden drop lights and a marble floor, that seemed to be the cleanest objects Ichigo had ever seen, decorated the lobby. The moment he entered, handsome employees came to greet him, and one guy even asked if he wanted a glass of champagne.
"No thank you," Ichigo replied politely. He went over to the front desk and wanted to ask for the room he had to go to, as the concierge said: "Oh, you must be from Las Noches." Ichigo gave him a questioning look. "I know the uniforms, one of your colleagues is a habitué in our hotel," he added with a wink. Ichigo nodded his head and thought about whom from the host club could be the regular guest. "Mister Aizen already told me about your appointment, go to this room," he told the young man and gave him a little card with a number on it.
Ichigo took it and thanked the concierge. "Room 1023, tenth floor," Ichigo mumbled. He went to the elevator and pressed on a golden button with an arrow pointing upwards. He waited and took his time to contemplate the people coming into the hotel. A cute couple entered the lobby, and somehow the faces were familiar. "Hey, that's…," he thought, looking closely. A pale, black-haired, skinny man dressed in a black tuxedo, looked down to a caramel hair-coloured young girl. The young woman, whose arm was hooked into the man's, was dressed elegantly: she had a pastel pink dress with flower prints on it, and amazingly big breasts.
Ichigo gulped. "Ulquiorra and Inoue!" The young host repeatedly pressed on the elevator button, and he could feel the sweat running down his face. He didn't want Inoue to see him in this hotel, she would think that he was a male prostitute who was about to meet a perverted client who had a SM fetish. Then she would tell all his friends and family, and Grimmjow would find out too.
"But what is Inoue doing with Ulquiorra?" he then asked himself. He calmed down from his stress moment and peered over to the couple. Ulquiorra wasn't dressed in his host club uniform, which meant that his date with Inoue probably was private, and had nothing to do with business. Inoue seemed to be happy, her smile wouldn't leave her face. But why come to a love hotel? Ichigo frowned.
Finally his elevator arrived. The doors slowly opened and he rushed inside. Luckily no one was inside, Ichigo had time to look at himself in the elevator's mirrors. "What a fancy elevator," he thought, contemplating the shiny floor. After some seconds he arrived on the tenth floor.
The corridors of the hotel were immensely long, they seemed to be never-ending. He didn't have to walk far, room 1023 was quite near the elevator. He stood in front of the door, adjusted his necktie, and took a deep breath. He knocked on the door twice and waited. "It's open, you can come in," a deep voice said from the inside. Ichigo noticed that the door was slightly open, which is why he didn't need a card to open it. He quietly pushed it and entered the room.
The first thing he noticed was the sound of someone taking a shower. Then he scanned the room. It looked like an ordinary hotel room. The voice came again: "You can sit down somewhere, I'll be right there." Ichigo nodded to himself and went over to the bed. Something told him that this evening wouldn't be as harmless as he thought.
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Meanwhile Grimmjow and Nel, accompanied by Bawa Bawa, were only some meters away from Ichigo's house. Nel was over-excited and happy to see her beloved Itsugo again, and she kept asking Grimmjow if he would like Bawa Bawa. The teal-haired man just kept nodding. He didn't really listen to what the little girl was saying, he just wanted to know what was wrong with Ichigo.
"What did you say was Itsugo doing at his place?" Nel asked, gazing up to the tall man beside her.
"He said he had to help his dad with something," Grimmjow gruffly answered. Nel could feel that Grimmjow didn't feel comfortable about the whole thing. She stretched out her arm and took the teal-haired man's hand. Grimmjow, very surprised by this move, just stared at her with wide eyes. Nel smiled up to him and said: "Itsugo's alright, there's no reason to be sad!" Grimmjow turned his head to the side and blushed a little. "What the fuck," he thought. "I normally don't like brats like this one, oh well, I'm being nice to her for Ichigo."
Now the two of them stood in front of the door, and Nel insisted on pressing the door bell, so Grimmjow lifted her up so that she could ring. They waited a moment, and loud footsteps coming nearer to the entrance could be heard. A maniac laugh was added to these, and Grimmjow knew exactly who it was.
The door flung open. "Good evening, my dear son-in-law," a very happy Isshin chirped. Grimmjow gave a nod and came to the point: "Hello, could I please speak with Ichigo?" Isshin blinked a few times, and then gave an earnest frown. He held his chin and looked to the side.
"I thought my dear son was with you," Isshin answered. "After he came back from work, he quickly changed into other clothes and left as soon as possible, saying he was going to meet you in town, or something like that." His attention went back to Grimmjow, who looked quite pissed. "Grimmjow?" Nel asked, plucking at the man's shirt. His fists were clenched, and he had an expression that if looks could kill, Isshin and Nel would have collapsed to the floor out of fear.
The teal-haired man grabbed the young girl and put her in Isshin's arms. Ichigo's father and Nel didn't know what to say. "This is Nel, please take care of her, I have something to do in town," he growled with his scariest voice and left the Kurosaki residence with an instant sprint. Isshin looked down to the green-haired girl, who smiled at him. He smiled back, and looked after the running Grimmjow. "Seriously, youngsters these days," he whispered.
Grimmjow ran as fast as he could. He had never been this angry before. How could Ichigo lie to him? He even lied to his own father, so something was wrong. And his strawberry acted quite strangely the past few days, what was the reason? So many questions were racing through Grimmjow's mind, he couldn't think straight. After questioning himself, he started finding some possible answers: Maybe Ichigo had a secret lover he would meet in town, or he worked as a male prostitute who was about to meet a perverted client who had a SM fetish.
A vein popped on Grimmjow's forehead. "That damn Ichigo," he cursed. He imagined different scenarios, like for example beating the crap out of the orange-haired boy, or punishing him in another way, maybe raping him or something.
Suddenly Grimmjow made a full brake. Did he just think about raping Ichigo? He breathed hard, and his head started spinning a little. How could such a thing even come to his mind? Maybe he was the type of guy who loved getting involved in fights, but rape? How could he do that to Ichigo, the boy he had a serious relation with, and the person who taught him how to love? And since when has Grimmjow Jaegerjacques been making up corny phrases in his mind? He wiped away some sweat from his face and continued running towards Karakura downtown.
He finally reached his destination, and now the question was: where would he look first? He didn't care how long the search would take, all he wanted to do was find Ichigo. And if he didn't find him in town, he'd go back to Ichigo's house and wait for him.
"Let's say he's having a date with someone…where would he go?" Grimmjow asked himself. The first locations that came to his mind were the cinema and restaurants. He decided to search through every restaurant he saw on his way.
First on his list were the fast food chains, but unfortunately, he didn't have much success. Then he tried some fancy restaurants, and still no Ichigo in sight. After looking through over twenty restaurants, bars or cafés, Grimmjow decided to take a seat on a bench and rest for a while (he couldn't see restaurants anymore, it was simply too much for him).
"Damn, he could be anywhere," Grimmjow hissed, grinding his teeth. He still had some more cafés to go, and he was wasting his time just sitting around there. So he stood up and marched up to a sweet, pink café, which had little tables and chairs on front of it. There were mostly young couples or girls. Grimmjow scanned all of them, and was about to leave because his strawberry wasn't there.
"Grimmjow?" The teal-haired man turned his head to see who had called his name. "Long time no see," a pink-haired man said, smiling at the other.
"Hello there…Szayel," Grimmjow muttered. He wasn't really happy seeing his former colleague again. In fact, he never wanted to see this weirdo ever again. Szayel was accompanied by a tall woman in her twenties, who gazed at the bigger man with wide eyes. She was so stunned by Grimmjow's attracting appearance that the cup of hot chocolate in her hands started shaking.
Szayel chuckled and took a sip from his tea. "Are you looking for someone?" he asked.
"That's none of your business!" Grimmjow snapped back.
Szayel patted the woman's hand and smiled at her. "Please excuse my friend's rude behaviour, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable," he told her. The woman shook her head slowly, and her eyes were still locked to Grimmjow.
The pink-haired man's attention came back to Grimmjow. "You know, we have a new member in Las Noches," he announced.
"You think I care?" Grimmjow answered with an uninterested tone.
"Oh come on, you can't hate Las Noches that much, we had some good times. Remember when we all called you Blueberry because of your hair?" Szayel said without caring about Grimmjow's reaction. "The new one's nickname is Strawberry, and do you know why?" Szayel stuck a strawberry from his cake on his fork and put it into his mouth. "Because of his name!"
Grimmjow's head slowly turned to Szayel. "Repeat that?" The pink-haired man swallowed the strawberry. "Well, his name is Ichigo, which is why we call him Strawberry," he answered. "Isn't that cute?"
Grimmjow suddenly slammed his hands on the table, and everyone around him stopped talking and stared at him. "What's his whole name?" he asked calmly.
Szayel remained calm and put down his tea. "I think it was Ichigo Kurosaki," he answered. Grimmjow took a deep breath. "You said he's working right now, didn't you?" he then asked.
The pink-haired host nodded his head. "And, Szayel, since when do you have harmless jobs like this one?" Szayel lifted his glasses with his index finger. "Indeed, that is true, Grimmjow," he answered. "I also thought it was weird when I read the appointment I got." He got out the envelope from his pocket and looked at it.
After reading it for the tenth time, Szayel's eyes widened. "Oh shit," he whispered.
"What?" Grimmjow gruffly asked.
"I think…I accidently took Ichigo's appointment," Szayel admitted with a meek smile. Grimmjow snatched the envelope from his hand. "Which number is Ichigo?" he asked.
"He's zero…," Szayel whispered, taking a menu and hiding his face. Grimmjow's hand started shaking. He suddenly grabbed Szayel's collar and shook him.
"You fucking moron, how could you mistake an eight and a zero?!" he screamed, not caring about his vocabulary. Szayel kept mumbling something about "Not in front of the ladies" and didn't want to die yet (he was still so young).
Grimmjow let go of the smaller man and let him fall back into his chair. He lowered his eyes to the floor. "Do you know where Ichigo is?" he asked.
Szayel shook his head. "I think only Aizen knows…," he answered, and without realizing, Grimmjow grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the café. The woman in her twenties looked at the scene with opened mouth. "Szayel-san?" was the only sentence she could say.
"We're going to pay Aizen a little visit, Gaylord," Grimmjow fiercely said. Szayel, who didn't have any chance against Grimmjow, came along, and before leaving the café, he quickly took the woman's hand and kissed it. She glanced at her hand and back to the two leaving men. Then she fell unconscious. "Dear Mom, dear Dad, dear Sister, I'm sorry for not having a boyfriend or a husband at my age, and for going to host clubs, but their beauty is simply…heaven," was the last thing Isane Kotetsu thought in that moment.
"Grimmjow, I'm sorry, please let go," Szayel begged. "Everyone's staring at us!" Grimmjow pulled even harder. Never has he been so furious in his entire life. Now he knew the reason why Ichigo never had time at night, because he worked in Las Noches! "The fucked up place I used to work in," Grimmjow cursed under his breath. Why didn't Ichigo just tell him? And why did he agree working there in the first place? The teal-haired man started getting a headache. "I shouldn't be thinking that much," he said to himself.
"Szayel," he suddenly yelled. "Do you actually know in what kind of fucking situation Ichigo is now?" Szayel stuttered and was too scared to answer. "You always had these perverted clients who were capable of doing the sickest things on earth!" Grimmjow answered for him. He knew that Ichigo wasn't a weakling, but what if this time he couldn't protect himself? "Shit, I shouldn't be worrying about him, I should be fucking angry, he lied to you, Grimm, he fucking lied!" he yelled at himself.
"Grimmjow, can I ask why you're suddenly talking to yourself?" Szayel asked, interested in the teal-haired man's behaviour. Grimmjow stopped walking, grabbed the smaller man's collar once again (A/N: poor collar, so abused). "Shut the fuck up, my fucking boyfriend lied to me and is in serious danger right now, are you happy?!" he screamed with all his might.
The people around them started walking away or blushing. Szayel gulped with wide eyes. Grimmjow let him down and continued walking. "Interesting," the pink-haired man thought. "This is my first time seeing Grimmjow like this. I didn't know he could be so tensed up about someone." He went up to the teal-haired man and patted his back. "You really love him, don't you?" In response, he got a punch into his beautiful smartass face.
They finally reached Las Noches. Yammy was surprised seeing Grimmjow, but the teal-haired man just ignored him (A/N: Poor Yammy, he needs love too!) and walked straigt into the building. He hated the sight of the corridors; he really wanted to forget all of that.
Meanwhile Aizen sat in his office and contemplated himself in a mirror that Tousen was holding. "Oh, shift the mirror a few centimetres to the right…yes exactly there," he ordered. "Oh, I think this is my sweetest side, don't you think?" he asked the photographer.
Yet before Tousen could agree, a very angry Grimmjow slammed the door open. "Aizen!" he yelled, glaring at the older man in front of him. Aizen ran his hand trough his hair (and that one strand perfectly fell into his face) and smiled his typical smile.
"What a nice sight, my former host comes to visit me," Aizen said, amused. "What is your business, my ex-duckling?" Grimmjow just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "He really still does that duckling shit?" he asked Szayel, who quietly lifted his glasses back up.
"Tell me where Ichigo is, now!" Grimmjow demanded, coming back to the actual subject. Then he pushed Szayel to the front. "Aizen-sama, I accidently took Ichigo's appointment, because…," he stuttered. "…I mistook the number zero for a number eight." Szayel hated mistakes, which was why he felt embarrassed saying that in front of his boss.
Aizen thought for a while, then flipped his fingers. "Tousen, we must change the font of the numbers right away, I told you the numbers could be mistaken easily," he said. His attention went back to the teal-haired man.
"So you finally found out that Ichigo Kurosaki is working for me," Aizen said.
"Where is he now, I need to find him!" Grimmjow yelled.
Aizen chuckled. "As high-tempered as always, aren't we Grimmjow?" He rested his head in one of his hands. "Why should I tell you? Is he that important?"
Grimmjow gritted his teeth and rushed over to the desk. He quickly grabbed the letter opener, pulled at Aizen's perfect strand and held the little knife under it. Everyone in the room gasped.
"You will tell me right now, or else you can say adieu to your fucking perfect little strand here," Grimmjow threatened. Aizen started sweating. How did Grimmjow find his weak point?
"Fine, I will tell you, but please, spare the strand," Aizen suggested. Grimmjow weakened his grip and lowered the letter opener. Aizen got out a letter from one of the drawer's of his desk and handed it over to the teal-haired man.
"Here's is a copy of Szayel's appointment," Aizen added. Grimmjow took it, opened it with the paper knife, and quickly read it. He rushed out of the room without saying anything. Szayel, not knowing what to do, ran after him. He was interested in how all of this would turn out.
Grimmjow was on the run again. On one hand he hoped that his strawberry was alright. But on the other hand he was furious, and wanted to beat him up. Yet now his major goal was to rescue Ichigo from a pervert, then the punishment would come.
After some minutes, Grimmjow, followed by an exhausted Szayel, rushed into the "Venus Trap Hotel". They passed the concierge (Szayel quickly waved his hand at the receptionist, who knew him quite well), and Grimmjow wouldn't stop abusing the elevator buttons. In the elevator, the teal-haired man would nervously tap his foot on the floor, and this disturbed Szayel: he wasn't used being with stressed-out people.
They arrived on the tenth floor, and they quickly found the door. Grimmjow was about to bang and call Ichigo's name, as he suddenly heard a familiar, loud moan.
"What the….," he said, standing there. Was he too late? He knew that moan, it was Ichigo, and it sounded pretty sexed up. Was he actually being satisfied? By someone else than him?
"Grimmjow…?" Szayel whispered, too scared to come any nearer to the teal-haired man. Then another moan escaped from the inside, even louder than before. Grimmjow flinched and stared at the door. "Oh yes, harder," Ichigo screamed after the moan. Now Szayel alternated his attention between Grimmjow and the door.
"Grimmjow, seriously, if you need someone to tal…," he murmured, as a "That's the spot!" came from inside the room and interrupted him.
Now Grimmjow walked away from the door. "What are you doing?" Szayel asked. Grimmjow came back with a fire extinguisher, held on on front of the door and struck out.
"Wait, Grimmjow, don't!" Szayel started panicking and waved his arms around. If someone saw them doing that…
"Raaargh!!!" Grimmjow yelled, and battered into the door. Szayel thought he was going to faint, and Grimmjow kicked into the door (now, with a hole). He opened the door and stepped into the room.
He walked into the bedroom and let the fire extinguisher fall to the floor.
Wow, I didn't update this story for two months….sorry guys. So, this chapter is pretty crazy, as you noticed, and once again, there was no smut. And, sad to say, but next chapter is the last one! So stay tuned, people!
