Grimmjow stood at the front of the store, waiting for Ichigo. Ichigo had said he wanted to talk to his dad about something, some shit like that and had said he'd meet up with him.

Moving from foot to foot, Grimmjow glared at all the people casting glances at him. He didn't see what there was to look at but it pissed him off.

He didn't even take pity on the old. There was a rather sickly looking woman passing in front of the store, green eyes flicking over to him continually. Perhaps it just seemed that she was looking at him longer than everyone else because she was taking the longest to pass him.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he demanded.

"Did you just… pick on an old lady?"

Grimmjow scowled as he turned to his raven haired friend. "What the hell are you doing here Nnoitra?"

"Didn't you know? My little sister lives here. I'm visiting her."

"So it's not because Ichigo's here then?"

"Ichigo's here?" Nnoitra glanced around excitedly.

Grimmjow grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and Nnoitra laughed.

"Relax Grimm, I was kidding. I really came here to check on my sister. How are you and Ichigo going anyway? You didn't tell me what happened after he left."

Pushing Nnoitra away, Grimmjow straightened, snarling at the man. "None of your business fucker. Just go visit your sister."

"Grimm."

Both Nnoitra and Grimmjow turned to see Ichigo sprinting towards them, glancing behind him now and then.

"So it worked out then," Nnoitra commented dryly.

Ichigo didn't slow as he approached them, rather he almost close-lined Grimmjow, dragging him into the store after him.

Nnoitra blinked, watching the blue and orange haired couple disappear into the crowd. Glancing back down the street he could see a rather large man also running towards him, about half a dozen men following behind.

Eager, he began to roll up his sleeves, readying his fists when a tanned hand shot out, grasping his forearm and pulled him into the store as well.

XXX

"What the hell are we doing Ichigo?" Grimmjow demanded, growling as Nnoitra's elbow nudged his gut.

Ichigo hissed, his body flat against the door and he wiggled uncomfortably in-between them. "We're avoiding trouble. Avoiding. I'm not about to fight that guy."

"What guy?" Grimmjow pushed at Nnoitra, trying to both get him away from Ichigo and away from himself.

"Oh, that huge wall of a guy?" Nnoitra asked casually, sighing as he let Grimmjow push him away.

"His name is Kenpachi. He's in some gang."

"What do you mean 'some gang'?" Grimmjow levelled a look at the panting teen.

"I don't know!" Ichigo replied, irritated. "Look, when I was still living here, I saw him bashing up one of the seniors-a gang leader from our school and I stepped in to help. When I fought him, I didn't know he was in a gang."

"And what the hell happened that you need to run away from him? Did you lose?"

Ichigo scoffed, shifting under Grimmjow, who had his hands on either side of Ichigo's head, his body almost flush against Ichigo's.

"Yeah right. I won, barely. The point is, a little while after we both got better, he came after me, demanding I fight him."

"And what's the problem?" Nnoitra asked, taking advantage of the small space to kick the back of Grimmjow's knee. He had intended to hurt him, not make him fall onto Ichigo, but it was amusing to watch either way.

Grimmjow shot a glare at him as he straightened, still pressed against Ichigo.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably. This situation was unfortunate because being in such close quarters with Grimmjow usually only meant one thing-either he was about to have sex, had just had it and were snuggling or Grimmjow was protecting him-which barely needed to happen. So Ichigo's body responded automatically, readying itself for what it believed, would be an undoubtedly pleasurable situation. "Grimmjow, get off of me."

Grimmjow glanced down at his now flushed lover, his own face heating up in surprise. "Oh, fuck. Sorry."

Nnoitra chuckled a little from behind them, exhaling sharply when Grimmjow's elbow connected with his gut.

There was an awkward pause before Grimmjow broke it, "So, why are we hiding?"

"Because I don't want to fight that guy again. I must have been crazed that day and didn't realise how ridiculously huge he was. It's amazing I even won against him the first tim-" Ichigo's voice teetered off into a guttural groan as Grimmjow leaned in close to press his ear against the changing room door, grinding his hips against Ichigo's growing erection by accident.

Grimmjow froze, not wanting to move, knowing his actions would only serve to further increase Ichigo's dilemma.

Nnoitra, not quite understanding why they froze, leaned forward as well, forcing Grimmjow to grind against Ichigo deeply as he clung to Grimmjow's back, inching closer to the door. "What can you hear?"

Ichigo gasped for breath as Nnoitra pressed against Grimmjow, wiggling to get closer, making Grimmjow's own body rub against Ichigo harder. "Nnoitra, stop freaking moving!" Ichigo demanded.

Nnoitra, finally grasping the situation stilled himself as well. "Fuck, sorry."

"I'll make you sorry," Ichigo muttered darkly, hissing when Grimmjow went to move away. "Grimm, stop moving!"

"I think we're okay to get out Ichi," Grimmjow told him gently, smirking to himself at Ichigo, panting underneath him, the honey skin flushed red.

"Bastard, you didn't have to get so close to confirm it. I was the one by the door."

"Relax," Grimmjow replied as he reached for the latch, careful not to move too much. Flicking the latch, the door opened.

"About time you came out of there berry."

"Fuck," Grimmjow cursed.

XXX

The giant man grinned, lording over the trio.

"You decided to come out and play, did you berry?"

Ichigo hesitated. Though he wanted to turn around and give the bastard what was coming, he hardly wanted to advertise his… problem.

Grimmjow was angered by the stranger using the nickname that Grimmjow used himself to tease Ichigo and easily pushed his orange haired lover behind him, growling at the man. "He ain't playing with you, fucker."

Kenpachi looked down his nose at the man with his only eye. The other was covered by a black eye patch. Absently Grimmjow wondered if the uncovered eye worked well, there was a rather ugly scar that ran down it, ending just past his chin.

"What did you say?" he rumbled.

Grimmjow sneered. "I just fuckin' said, 'he ain't playing with you, fucker.' Or are deaf as well as blind?"

Kenpachi's laugh boomed around the now silent shopping centre. "It takes a brave man to stand up to me, but an even braver man to insult me. But too bad, I'm here for your precious little berry. I came to fight him."

"I already bet you, Kenpachi," Ichigo growled, finding it safe at last to turn around. "We don't have anything to settle."

Kenpachi grinned down at the defiant teen. "It ain't settled until one of us are dead, Ichigo. I came here to fight you, that's why I became a leader, to fight strong people. So come and fight me. Come on, I'll even give you a free shot."

Ichigo smirked, the fire in his chest stoked from Kenpachi's taunts. "As if I need the free shot Kenpachi. I already bet you once, I can do it again."

The giant man's smile split his face and his tongue snaked out in excitement. "Finally. Come on then berry, let's fight."