Smoke filled the club's bathroom. Ichigo didn't look up from his business but he could see someone lean back against dirty tile, resting his head and looking up at the ceiling as he took a long drag. Enough of the smoke trailed his way that Ichigo could tell it was weed.

"Hope you don't mind," the man said when Ichigo did up his fly and turned to the sinks.

Ichigo just shrugged. He only got a glimpse of the man before he turned his back to wash his hands but his eyes flicked up to the mirror.

It was him. It was the man he'd been eyeing all night long. Wild blue hair adorned a long, slender jawed face. His body was toned and lean, or at least seemed to be beneath the jacket and jeans he wore. But of all his attractive features, it had been his eyes that caught Ichigo. Ice blue and hard as steel. He'd turned them Ichigo's direction earlier in the night and the young man had nearly choked on his beverage. But his gaze hadn't lingered and he'd disappeared into the crowd a while later.

The man checked his cell, cursed and stomped out his joint. Ichigo was drying his hands when he shoved out the door. He followed him out but he was already lost in the crowds. He wondered where he'd been headed in such a hurry.

Ichigo moved to the bar and signaled for another drink. Just as his beer was passed to him, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ichigo." It was Mizuiro, one of the two he'd come here with. "Keigo's drunk, I'm taking him home."

"Haha, good call," Ichigo said, seeing Keigo leaned against the wall by the door, waiting. "I just ordered this."

"I'm fine on my own," Mizuiro assured. "See you at school."

"Night."

Ichigo waved off the pair. Normally he didn't stay at clubs on his own. He wasn't one to chat up strangers, it was a place to go with his friends. But he sat at the bar to finish his drink and scanned the crowd for the young man.

There. At the back, near a fire exit. He saw him with his back flush to the wall, another man had a grip around his collar. Words were exchanged, it looked like an argument but no one noticed in the dark. A second man approached and grabbed the blue haired man's arm. They hauled him off the wall and out the door.

Ichigo put his beer down and stood. He glanced around but no one else seemed to have seen or to be concerned. He began pushing through the crowd and toward the back door.

Wait. He stopped just before prying it open. What the Hell was he doing? He was rushing into a dangerous situation for someone he didn't even know—was he insane?
Apparently, because while his mind was arguing his hands were still acting and he opened the back door.

"Let go!"

He heard them at once. They had moved around the corner. Ichigo waited for a moment.

"Just come with us, Grimmjow."

"Fuck you, Stark, I'm not getting in that car."

"Yeah, you are." A heavier voice said. He heard some movement before the blue haired man—Grimmjow—swore.

"Back off, Yammy, I can handle this." The voice of another—Stark—said. "Come on, Grimmjow, you need to come home."

Home? What had he walked in on? He'd thought the stranger had gotten into trouble with dealers or thugs or something but this was sounding entirely different. He remained flush against the wall, not wanting to be seen now, embarrassed if he'd walked in on some strange domestic situation, but still not sure Grimmjow wasn't in danger.

"I don't want to right now. I'm not a little kid, it's not like I ran away. I'll go back when I'm ready."

"But he's ready."

"Well guess what, Kawada's crew are in tonight. I'm the one who set that up. They expect me to be there. I do have work to do, you know."

"Shit." One of the men seemed to be considering it. "What time?"

"Two hours, at the yard. Stark, they're expecting me. It could blow the deal if I don't show."

"Great." He heard a sigh then there was silence. The one named Stark must have pulled out his phone because suddenly he was talking to a voice Ichigo couldn't here.

"Tell Aizen-sama we'll be a bit longer. Got to deal with Kawada's shipment. Grimmjow will be home in the morning."

Aizen. Ichigo knew the name vaguely, overheard in rumours and thrown out court cases that made the papers. He was a business man, very rich, very powerful. Did Grimmjow work for him? No, they'd said home…

"Come on, then, we'll go with you."

"You might spook him."

"Then it'll be on us if the deal falls through. Let's go, Grimmjow."

There was silence, followed by a long sigh. Slowly the bodies moved away back toward the street.

Ichigo let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Shit." What had he just overheard? He couldn't do anything about it, but it didn't sit right with him as he left the back of bar and hailed a cab for home.

Ichigo couldn't get the conversation out of his head for the entire night. He was exhausted when he drug himself out of bed and forced himself to get ready for a day of classes. When he checked his schedule, he groaned. He had forgotten tonight he had to put in hours at the hospital.

Sometimes being a pre-med student sucked.

Keigo was hung over when they met in the courtyard for lunch. He was studying Kinesiology and they shared a couple of classes. They both half slept through anatomy and then it was time for Ichigo to head across town to the hospital.

He listened to music as he rode the bus. When he arrived, he changed and shoved his stuff into a locker and then tried to track down the head nurse who could tell him what he was supposed to be doing tonight.

His shift went until midnight. He was utterly spent when he headed back for the locker, passing by a number of offices in the outpatient department on his way. He saw a tall man with waves of brown hair just leaving one of said offices with a doctor. He didn't know his face but when he spoke Ichigo was sent straight back to the night before.

"I can't keep doing this." The doctor was saying as they walked down the corridor.

"What, we not paying enough?" As soon as the tall man spoke, Ichigo knew it was Stark. He pulled an envelope from his pocket and passed it to the doctor.

"It's not that." The doctor argued. They had stopped just down the hall. Ichigo had stopped at the vending machine, pretending to look over the contents. "It's fudging the reports, risking my career. I should have reported this long ago. If anyone found out—"

"Shh, doc, they won't."

"Fine."

Their conversation was ending, Ichigo was about to leave when a gruff voice came from right behind him.

"Any chance you're buying a pack of those?"

He spun, startled, and found a black and blue face right next to his. His blue hair seemed even wilder and his eyes a bit dulled, likely from pain killers.

Ichigo calmed himself and followed the man's hand—which was in a fresh looking cast—and found him pointing at the item in E7—cigarettes.

Ichigo probably looked stupid, because he was too stunned to think or speak, but he nodded and pulled out the cash he had in his pocket.

The cigarettes hit the bottom of the machine. He pulled them out and opened them up to offer one to Grimmjow.

The other took it and dug in his pocket with his good hand. He could still hold the cigarette with the fingers of his broken hand, though they were swollen.

"Um, outside?" Ichigo indicated when he saw Grimmjow already starting to light up.

Grimmjow glanced over his shoulder, likely checking if Stark had spotted him or not, and then his eyes cast around, probably looking for an exit sign.

"This way." Ichigo took them around a couple corners and out a door. It was a stairwell, metal and cold in the autumn night.

Grimmjow moved along the grated walkway to the top of the steps. Ichigo could tell by the way he moved he was sore. He probably had other injuries beneath his long sleeves and jeans.

He stopped at the top step and Ichigo wondered if he was contemplating going down them—leaving Stark behind. But he just took a long drag and sat. Ichigo stood behind him. He didn't actually smoke so he wasn't quite sure what he should do.

"Need a light?" Grimmjow asked him.

"Ah…yeah." He moved over and took the lighter held up to him. He managed to light the cigarette and not choke on it. He handed the lighter back and leaned against the rail.

"Do I know you?" Grimmjow asked him without looking up.

"No. I mean, we were at the same club last night."

Grimmjow thought this over for a second. "Oh yeah, the bathroom."

"Yeah."

"Huh. Small world."

"I guess. Ichigo Kurosaki." He stuck out his hand.

Grimmjow took it. "Grimmjow Jaggerjaques." He looked him up and down, then said, "you look too young to be a doctor."

"About seven years too young. I'm barely qualified to put on a bandaid," Ichigo joked. It was true, in the hospital, there was very little he was permitted to do, but in reality, he knew how to do lots as he'd grown up treating patients with his father.

He watched Grimmjow throw away his stub.

"Another?" He offered, but Grimmjow's pocket buzzed. He sighed and pulled out his cell, reading the text. "I wish." He groaned and stood up, using the rail to help. "Time's up."

He got to the door just as Stark threw it open.

"Relax," Grimmjow said before the other could speak. "Just having a smoke."

Stark's eyes shot up to Ichigo, then back at Grimmjow.

"Just get in here." He held the door open while Grimmjow moved back inside. It slammed shut behind them.

Ichigo let out a smoke filled breath and dropped his half-finished cigarette on the walkway.

Who the Hell was Grimmjow Jaggerjaques?

AN: My fist fic and a yaoi at that. Going to get into some fairly heavy yaoi in the next couple chapters-not Grimmjow X Ichigo yet though, scroll down to know more

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This fic is largely Aizen X Grimmjow for the first part before it gets into GrimmjowXIchigo