So, this is the final FINAL chapter – I hope you have all enjoyed – I know I have – and hope you will be patient enough to wait for the sequel! Please let me know your thoughts on the story!

Thank you for reading :) x

~Epilogue~

"Grimm? What the fuck is this red stuff all over the counter!?"

Grimmjow stopped painting the box with the red paint he had occupied and cringed – he had forgotten about the mess he left. Whoops! Ignoring his lover, he held up the small wooden box and smiled at his creation even if it looked like a 6 year-old had painted it; it was the thought that counted right?

It had been roughly a week since the blunette had left the hospital, glad that he was away from that disease ridden place and shuddered just at the thought of how he had stayed there for a month. You'd think things would be rocky at first after almost everyone tried to kill themselves but it actually turned out alright. The blunette was now living with the berry and honestly thought nothing could ruin this blissful time. "Grimm!" – Well, apart from a scary as hell Ichi!

The door jostled surprising him and Grimmjow spun around from his spot on the floor and sighed in relief when he saw that he had locked the door. That would have been a close one had he not. "Grimmjow Jeagerjacques open this door right now!"

"Shit,"

Grimmjow quickly sprung up from the floor and looked around for a place to hide his little treat. If he used his full name, he should be scared! Ichigo couldn't see it yet, it wasn't the right time. It was perhaps the second he reclaimed Ichigo that he had promised to make him as happy as he could be. This little surprise he had prepared also had the berry's brother, Shiro, in on it. Thinking back on it, the albino was the one who had pushed him to do it so soon.

"Shit!" Grimmjow cursed as the door began to rattle rather violently – at this rate there wouldn't be a door left!

"Just a sec, babe!" he shouted, searching frantically for a safe place to hide the little crimson box.

"You bastard what are you up to? Are you reading porn? If I catch you reading that damn shit I will castrate you!"

Grinning at Ichigo's mad ramblings, Grimmjow tucked the small red box behind the cabinet on his side just as Ichigo knocked down the door. Grimmjow turned around with a sheepish smile on his face and pecked a fuming and confused berry on the nose. "What is it?"

Ichigo pushed past his blushing frenzy and did his best to glare at Grimmjow and held out his hands revealing the red paint. "What the fuck is this?"

"Dunno," he said shrugging.

Ichigo gritted his teeth but soon found himself laughing when the blunette pinned him down and started wiping the red paint all over his face. "Grimm, stop! S-Shiro will be, aha, hear any minute,"

"Who cares," he said, running his hands over Ichigo's sides making the other squirm underneath him.

Ichigo reached up and pulled the blunette down, his lips crashing against his catching him off guard. Just as he was about to take it further, Ichigo smiled triumphantly against his mouth and pulled away, a paintbrush spinning between his fingers. Grimmjows hand went to his back pocket and cursed. God, he could be good when he wanted to be. "So Grimm? What ya painting?"

"Any chance I'll get away saying 'nothing?'"

Ichigo shook his head and gave the man a levelled stare before continuing. "Grimm, it looks like you murdered someone in the kitchen,"

Grimmjow threw his head back in laughter before letting himself collapse on top of the berry's chest. Way to kill the mood he thought. "It's not funny," he pouted. "Shiro will be here any minute and it looks like we've been killed!"

The laughter died down at the real message hidden behind it making the atmosphere suddenly very tense. "Sorry," he mumbled against his skin.

He had made the decision to stay with Ichigo and defy his ex-boss Aizen who no doubt would murder them at their home. Of course Ichigo was worried that Shiro might get the wrong idea. "I'll go clean it up,"

"Too late,"

Ichigo squeaked slightly at the sudden intrusion and turned to see Shiro standing in the doorway an amused expression on his face. "And this is?" he said, gesturing to the couple lying on the floor.

"Not what you think," Ichigo replied quickly. "The same as the mess downstairs,"

"Yeah, I cleaned that,"

Ichigo hauled himself up before walking over to the albino and smacking him around the head. "You're a guest, you don't do that," he scolded, talking to him as if he were a dog who had just gone and pooped on a Persian rug.

"Do guests normally get abused by ta host?" he complained rubbing his head.

"Yes,"

"If it were that busty woman, Orihime, would ya do it then?" he smirked.

"Just shut up and go downstairs," he said, descending the stairs.

Grimmjow grinned and glanced at Shiro sending him an appreciative look. "Thanks,"

"I can't believe ya were that careless," he snorted. "Don't forget ta bring it downstairs," he added, following the berry downstairs.

Grimmjow waved him off before darting out a hand to grab the small red box. Grinning, he took off downstairs, his eyes twinkling at what was about to come next.

"There you are – Hurry up or we're gonna miss Tsukishima leaving,"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes at Ichigo's infatuation with the doctor that had seemed to grow thinking he had saved his life. Well, he had technically but not before trying to kill him – that was there little secret though.

Ichigo had finally taken over the family hospital along with Shiro and Tsukishima was going away for a while to properly grieve for Kugo (after finally having the sense to listen to the blunette!). Ichigo wanted to surprise him at the airport and wish him good luck - But not before Grimmjow was about to ask the most important question ever.

"Hold up Ichi, there's something I want to ask ya before we leave,"

Ichigo halted in putting his coat on and turned around in confusion. "What is it, Grimm?" he asked, concerned with the abrupt request.

Taking a deep breath, Grimmjow dropped to one knee in front of the surprised man making him gasp and the albino who was watching grin. He was aware that the moment wasn't exactly romantic but that was how he did things.

He pulled out the red box from his pocket and presented it to Ichigo smiling at his handiwork. The box was vaguely in the shape of a strawberry which was why Grimmjow had needed the paint. Without further ado, he opened the small box to reveal a modest gold band gleaming. This was it! "Kurosaki Ichigo . . . Will ya marry me?"

"No,"

Grimmjow's jaw dropped and he gaped at him like a fish before Ichigo laughed and dropped to his knees next to the blunette, pulling him into a crushing hug. "Yes!" he cried out gleefully making Grimmjows bated breath exhale.

"Thank fuck," he grinned, hugging the berry close. "Don't fucking do that again,"

Ichigo chuckled and planted a small kiss on his cheek. "Sorry," he crooned.

"Do ya still want ta see Tsukishima?" Shiro questioned making the berry jump out if the blunette's arms.

"Shit, we need to get going!"

Grimmjow grinned as Ichigo threw open the front door then frowned when he brought in a single rose with a note attached to it. Weird. "Did you tell anyone about the proposal?" he asked, staring at the rose. "No, why?"

Ichigo turned over the card attached to the crimson flower and froze. Grimmjows frown deepened at Ichigo's bewildered and for some reason frightened expression and shook his head. He didn't like the way Ichigo was locking up.

With shaky hands, he gave the note to Grimmjow, all prospects of a future dying dramatically at those few words displayed.

~Found you~