Perfect Weapon: Chapter One

Several neon lights gave the only light to the alley, one of the darker city sectors inside the red light district, inside the alley lay a young teen with short hair of bright orange, his face down in the gutter. People walked past the open alley mouth with little more than a glance inside, yet those who say him thought nothing of it.

He had ended up there under precarious circumstances with a family dynamic he knew wouldn't and couldn't change. Being an orphan in the Red Light District wasn't the worst, one could have been sold into the sex trade or killed on the streets if they weren't fortunate enough to have the support the orange haired teen had found. No more than eight he'd found himself left alone when his family died in a horrible accident, he had tried to go home, tried to find his aunt and uncle. Yet everything he tried was all for nothing as they shunned him, his uncle even threatening to put him into the sex trade for money.

Knowing that wasn't something he could do the boy, no more than eight ran away, hiding night after night in the gutters of the Red Light District as he sought for the only type of hope he'd only heard of; child gangs. It sounded much worse than it was, at least than it was when the young boy joined the gang his cousin ran. It was a place to stay, granted it was an abandoned building, but there was little more that could be done about living quarters for a group of ten kids all living on the streets. At first he didn't know what the older kids did, that they picked pockets and stole from stores, he wasn't aware that the leader of the group was a ruthless teen that wanted nothing but revenge on parents and adults. An anger the young boy fueled by his sad story of abandonment by the leaders parents in a time of need.

The orange haired boy would have been fine with a few petty thefts and a nicked wallet here or there. However, as the gang of misfit children aged, so did their crimes. It started turning into a real gang, territories were involved, guns and weapons, threatening people, and when the teen had newly turned seventeen; their first victim died. He didn't want to be a part of it anymore, he'd never been a big part of it to begin with. He would look scary and kick a few asses if the situation called for a firm hand; he was a martial artist and could wield a blade like it was second nature. But he never used his blade, the sword was strictly for show attached to his back.

That was when he made the mistake of running from the only home he'd known, from the only people aside from his own kin that had card for him. His own cousin tried to get him to kill somebody! That wasn't right, his cousin was supposed to protect him, wasn't he? That was the promise he'd made when he was eight at least. He didn't know how to get food without nicking it and that's how he found himself in his current situation; face down in the gutter. He'd taken a load of bread, and misunderstood the large men inside the shop for customers and not the little mans sons. They had done a number on him, several broken ribs a split lip and a cut on his forehead. Yet he was alive and had gotten a few punches back at them as well.

Groaning the teen managed to flip onto his back, pain making his muscles scream in agony and he noticed he had a cut on his upper right arm and his right thigh. He thought those slashes of pain had been the brutes hitting his nerves, not a knife being used. 'Well, I guess I always knew I was going to go out in a fight. Only justice I do it where those assholes can't see it.' He closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax completely, unsure himself if he were falling asleep or dying.

Blue eyes went wide as he was walking down the street, movement in the alley caught his attention and a smirk played itself on his face as he saw a head of bright orange hair matted with sweat, blood, and what looked like sewer water. His smirk turned into a feral grin as he walked into the alley like nothing was wrong with that and he bent down, holding his fingers in front of the others nose for breath and rolled his eyes when he found a light exhale hit his fingers. 'Figures I'd fucking find one on my way home.'

Growling after the effort it took after a long day the blue eyed stranger leaned down and scooped the beaten teen up into his arms and walked out of the alley as smoothly as he'd entered. He knew some people were looking, their interest piqued by the tall male carrying a smaller male who looked half dead down the street. However he thought it off as them looking at his brilliant blue hair like normal and turned another corner, walking towards a tall building and walking in the front door.

The building looked nothing like the tired male, just after his twentieth birthday he was wearing fairly kept clothes and in the back of his closet there were a few designer brands hung on hangers for occasions he might need them. His brilliant cerulean eyes locked with the man behind the desk in a warning to say nothing about the body he held as he moved to the bright elevator.

Once up on the fifteenth floor of the building the blue haired man moved to the apartment marked 5813 and shuffled the limp male in his grasp until he got his key into the lock and opened up the door to his three bedroom flat. Strong legs carried the unconscious teen into the living room and set him down on the couch, once that was done he stood and moved to the bathroom for both a warm, damp cloth and the medical kit he kept there.

"This little shit better be thanking the stars I found him and he better be damn happy she's not here to see him. He better be fucking gone before she gets home or I'm dead and so's he, what the hell was I even thinking? Taking him here, I should have just bumped him in the fucking hospital or some shit. What the hell is wrong with you?" His phone went off and the blue haired man stuffed his hand into his pocket and ripped it out with a growl. "What do you want?"

"Oh my, someone hasn't had their daily fuck, huh Grimmy?" The blue haired man wrung out the cloth with a growl, sandwiching the phone between his shoulder and ear.

"You call for a reason Nnoi? Because I'm not about to have your fucking ass for my daily screw." He grabbed the medical kit in one hand and kept the cloth in his other as he moved back into the living room, lowering his voice so he didn't disturb the boy. He set both onto the ground before pinching the bridge of his nose and moving into the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water to clean the grime of the alley away with.

"Yeah, we need you tonight for a couple hours. And don't give me none of that woman crap, we know she's not there."

"Can't, shit came up and I've got something to do. Sorry to disappoint."

"Whoever it is stop screwing them for an hour and get your ass down here."

"Hey, who the hell thinks gets us targets you shit? I've got research to do. If that fucking asshole wants some brute strength call up Yammy." His growled into the receiver, taking the bowl of steaming water and his pocket knife back into the living room. "I'm not interested tonight. I've got a night off I want to fucking use it."

"Fine, here I figured because I'm your oldest friend you'd say yes. Guess we were all wrong."

"Don't give me that shit Nnoitra. I've been there for you for fifteen fucking years, give me a night off from ripping someone to shreds because you can't."

"Fine, talk later Grimmjow." The line went dead and the blue haired man tossed his phone away as he flipped the blade on his butterfly knife and grabbed the bottom of the teens shirt, slowly cutting up until he got to the middle of his chest and noticed a scar that looked like a jagged blade had done it. From there the man cut the shirt down and got to work on cleaning the teen up and resetting his ribs.

Three hours of meticulous work later Grimmjow let out a sigh as he finished washing off the teens right leg and dressing the wound. He felt kinda bad about having to cut his long sleeved shirt away, but he'd been nice enough to keep the others pants intact, his boxers were a lost cause however with how high the cut had been. If it had been him he would have been worried sick about his family jewels. He got up off the living room floor and took the wad of bloody clothes that couldn't be saved to the trash and dumped them down the shoot before kicking the dirt caked and blood smeared jeans towards his own laundry hamper.

He slipped into his own bedroom and pulled out a set of sweat pants and a hoodie before walking over and working the sweats onto the others hips, having left his boxers where they were as soon as he'd slipped his hand up enough to clear the blood and pushed the material up the others leg enough to dress and wrap the wound.

Once done with that he pulled the other into a sitting position, being careful of his taped ribs and bandaged head as he slipped the hoodie around the other before laying him back down to zip it up. "I swear to god kid you better not try and kill me in my sleep if you wake up before me." With a scowl he cleaned up his own mess he'd made and picked the orange haired teen up, having cleaned up his face and hair a bit Grimmjow could see that his hair was in fact a brilliant shade of orange that he couldn't help but smirk at. He knew he should know about something orange, but couldn't quite put his finger on it as he set the teen into his own better. "You better be grateful too for letting you sleep in my bed."

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Bleary golden brown eyes opened and the teen they belonged to groaned, he didn't want to be in as much pain as he would. 'But your alive Ichigo, that's a start at least.' He tried to move but found that whatever he was on it was too soft for his sore muscles to be able to push him onto his uninjured side. 'Damn those assholes sure do favor the right side.' He reached up with his left hand and rubbed at his face, frowning as he realized that his forehead was bandaged.

He slowly began taking in his surroundings and he could feel the bandages on his limbs and the tape on his torso, now panicking he noticed that he was wearing a set of track gear obviously for someone much bigger than himself. Panicking Ichigo got himself pushed up on the bed and he looked around the lavish bedroom glaring at the section of bed beside him, half expecting some sick fuck to be lying there beside him. Struggling against the pain the teen pushed himself out of the bed and towards the door. He didn't know where his shoes were but he wanted to kill whoever the hell had taken him out of that alley and stripped him!

He crept out of the bedroom with the stealth of a shadow and down the only hallway he found, his eyes scanning the closed doors he decided to ignore for a moment when he pressed his ear against each and heard no snoring or sounds. The bathroom door was left wide open and he peered inside, seeing no sign that whoever took him had put any of his stuff in there. He felt naked without his sword, knowing he'd stashed it in a good spot while he nicked the bread all he wanted was to go and get it to feel protected again.

He jerked his head when he heard a loud snore he hadn't noticed before, obviously the man it belonged to was moving because the creak of couch springs and the pull of leather on skin was heard next. Ichigo got lower to the ground and tighter to the wall and he crept forward, not making a single sound and he looked around the corner to see a long blue haired man sprawled across a black leather couch with his black shirt riding up his torso to reveal a powerful six-pack. One arm thrown behind the head and the other resting on his abdomen, the tips of his fingers poking under the rough jeans. His legs looked just as hap-hazard, one tossed up onto the arm of the couch and the other bent at the knee and the foot placed firmly on the ground.

Ichigo took a moment to glare at the man, appreciating his looks in the back of his mind as he seethed about being helped when he didn't ask for it. Now he had no idea where he was and he was injured, stuck in what looked to be a higher end flat with a man who could easily take him down without trying. Looking around the room Ichigo looked for his clothes, seeing nothing until his eyes caught sight of the hamper with his familiar favorite jeans tossed into a heap on the ground at its base. He snuck over quietly, pulling the oversized sweat pants down as he went. He grabbed up his jeans and pulled them on, shivering at the level of grime they held but knowing that he'd been forcibly removed from them made a spark of anger touch him as he fastened them around his waist and patted the pockets, glad when he felt his wallet containing a few extra dollars he'd taken from an old mans' back pocket and the only picture he had of his family back when he had a real one.

Pulling the worn leather that had once belonged to his father out of his back pocket Ichigo flipped it open and smiled at the picture that was still there, laminated and sitting in the main card slot so it was still as new as the day it was printed off. He tried his best to remember the details of the day it was taken, but he found he simply couldn't, all he remembered was that it was back in the good days when they all lived in the Hill District. Gently closing the wallet Ichigo slipped it back into his pocket and took a final glance at the blue haired man on the couch, figuring he wouldn't miss the hoodie too much since there was nothing under it, the teen made his way to the door to the flat, smiling as he saw the light of the hallway.

The small sliver of light was quickly slammed away with a large tan hand slamming past Ichigo's head and closed the door, quickly flicking the lock into position once again before pressing against the heavy door once again. "And where the hell do you think you're going? Doing that strip tease and then leaving like that." Grimmjows voice was heavy with sleep and he found his tongue wanting to stick to the roof of his mouth as he spoke, yet he didn't let it as he rumbled in the orange haired boys' ear.

Ichigo was frozen, he didn't know what to do. He'd never been cornered alone with so many injuries. The husky voice in his ear made his spine shiver as he felt the incredible heat of the others chest so close to his back. Part of him wanted to run and he knew it was a big part, but another part, the part that had always had a warm embrace to turn to when he was hurt wanted to stay. "You going to say anything? I clean and patch you up, and you strip for me, then you expect to just leave? Without fulfilling the promise that little strip tease made." Ichigo felt a hand move to his injured arm, bandaged the night before and he flipped.

Spinning around with a growl Ichigo let his left fist collide with a strong jaw and if he wasn't so enraged he would have screamed his face off at the other for the pain punching him had caused. The blue haired man stumbled back and fell into the wall to steady himself, a wide grin on his face Ichigo couldn't see appearing. Turning back to the door Ichigo quickly unlocked it and ran out, ignoring all the pain he was feeling as he ran to the right, swearing as he saw nothing but the stairs. He didn't want to have to run down however many flights of stairs but he didn't have a choice at the moment.

Grimmjow got up with a huff and pushed out the door after Ichigo, giving the other a feral grin when he saw the teen had head for the stairs and slowly walked towards him. "Hey kid, we're on the fifteenth floor! Think you can run down all those stairs in your condition?"

Grabbing the handle of the door Ichigo turned enough to see Grimmjow slowly walking towards him at a leisurely pace, one hand moving into his pocket. Ichigo growled at the man as he wrenched the door open. "Watch me you piece of shit." He vanished into the stairway and he cursed seeing the number painted on the concrete pillar in the middle of the fluorescently lit stairwell. He thought about going down but he decided the other would expect him to go up. Pushing his muscles more than he or they wanted Ichigo pushed himself up the first set of stairs and hid around the corner, just as Grimmjow opened the door and started headed down, a little faster than he'd been in the hallway in order to catch the other.

Looking down Ichigo silently crept down again, checking around the neck bend in the stairs before dashing out the door and to the elevator doors. Once he got to the elevator and pushed the down button, his heart beating quickly and his heart beating a mile a minute as he pressed the down button over and over. The stairs door opened and he looked to the side to see an annoyed looking blue haired man coming out with a huff until he saw the orange head of hair.

Grimmjows eyes widened and he took another step towards Ichigo before he noticed the other was almost crying as he jammed at the button with his thumb. 'Fuck, didn't mean to scare him that bad. Way to go Grimm.' He started walking towards Ichigo until the elevator door opened and Ichigo fell inside. Grimmjows eyes widened and he shot forward to catch the doors before they closed completely.

A tan had slid between the doors just in time and Grimmjow pushed his way into the elevator just in time to get punched in the face again. The left hand came back for another hook but he caught it, growling as Ichigo kicked out with his cut leg and then started thrashing about. Grabbing Ichigo's wrists Grimmjow pushed the other into the elevator and up against the wall with his body, trying to stop the other from moving.

Ichigo thrashed until he was pushed against the wall in the elevator, the doors closing along with his chance of escape as the elevator began to move down. Ichigo bit out at the other and did his best to get Grimmjow off of him despite the pain until the other shout. "Will you knock it the fuck off, you're going to re-open something!" The orange haired teen stopped, fairly shocked at the others outburst and as Grimmjow backed up he eyed him suspiciously as the blue haired man flicked the switch that turned he elevator off. Instantly back on guard Ichigo raised his hands to fight and crouched.

"Why the fuck would I patch you up if I was going to beat the shit out of you kid?" Grimmjow crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at the other's stubborn expression as he kept up the stance. "I get it, I fucked up when I said that shit. Just trying to break awkward ice is all I was doing." Grimmjow flicked the elevator back on and hit the fifteenth floor button. "Now come back to my place and I'll make you something to eat before you decide if you want to run off. And I'll get those damn rags washed too."

Ichigo opened his mouth but three days of not eating and the promise of a meal was too good for him to pass up and his stomach agreed with a loud rumble the other obviously heard if his shit eating grin and laughter was anything to go by. "I'll take that as I yes, an' I promise; I won't touch ya. Without permission at least." He chuckled and winked before walking out the elevator doors as they opened, holding his foot in the doorway so they wouldn't close again.

The teen stepped out of the elevator tentatively, following Grimmjow back to the apartment that had the door still wide open and he walked in second since Grimmjow didn't bother to wait. The blue haired man walked into the kitchen straight away and rubbed at his still tired face and picked the sleep out of the corners of his eyes as he turned the stove on and began looking for his frying pan. "If you put the sweats back on I'll toss those into the wash as soon as we're doe eating. And you can use my room again if you don't want to be flaunting that nice ass of yours."

Ichigo couldn't help but blush before turning defiant eyes to the blue haired man, "You can bet I won't be sticking around after you've fulfilled your promise of food." Defiantly stuffing his hands into the hoodie's two pockets Ichigo moved around the blue haired man "I'll take three of everything unless bacon's involved, then I'll have as much of that as I can get." Grimmjow chuckled and allowed Ichigo to leave the kitchen as he got the frying pans out and reached into the fridge, pulling out the package of thick cut bacon and the carton of eggs.

Grimmjow made the other three eggs, three saussages and piled the rest of his plate with bacon before making his own. He noticed Ichigo hanging by the corner of the kitchen closest to the living room and he reached over, holding the plate out and pointing to the small four person dining table. "Take a seat and start stuffing I guess. I'll be there in a sec." Ichigo took the plate with a nod and moved into the dining room, sitting down he realized that Grimmjow hadn't given him a fork and began eating the bacon because it was less awkward to eat that with his fingers.

The man turned the stove off, how own plate made much like Ichigo's but with the addition of a croissant from a container he set down. "They're chocolate filled if you want one." He set a fork and knife down for Ichigo before digging into his own meal. The two were silent and Grimmjow ignored the fact Ichigo inhaled his food, gulping the eggs into his mouth in one go and chewing for only a moment before swallowing and moving to the next. Grimmjow ate rather normally, taking fairly large bites but moving between the different foods on his plate, taking a bite of eggs then a bite of sausage before a piece of crispy bacon.

"So kid, care to tell me why I found you ace down in the gutter?" He looked up and saw Ichigo pause with a sausage half way to his face before he finished stuffing it into his face and chewing instead of talking. "Oi, the least you can do is answer the damn question since I patched you up and fed ya!"

"Stole bread."

"Huh?"

"It's the answer, now shut up I'm eating." Ichigo took another bite of the sausage before going to the rest of his food. Grimmjow rolled his eyes but allowed the other to finish eating, realizing that the teen must have had a good explination.

Grimmjow finished before Ichigo and cleared the table of his plate and set them in the sink, when he turned around Ichigo was standing there with his clean plate in hand and a sheepish look on his face as he looked down at the container of croissants in his other. "Would- would you mind if I ate some of these while we talked?"

"Thought you weren't stickin' round after I fed ya." Grimmjow took the plate and set it in the sick before walking towards the living room once again, Ichigo following with the container in one hand and a chocolate filled croissant in the other.

"I uh, changed my mind." Ichigo moved towards the couch and sat down with his back against the arm and Grimmjow noticed then that Ichigo had changed back into the sweat pants. "Thank you for helping me yesterday I assume?"

"Yeah, last night." Ichigo nod his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "So, first off what's your name?"

"I'm not obliged to divulge that." Ichigo glowered at the other, knowing he would get laughed at. "Ask something else."

"Fine, what the fuck were you doing in the gutter?" Ichigo let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down to the soft cream carpet. "You gonna tell me kitten?"

"What?! What the fuck did you just call me?" Ichigo felt anger flaring in him again and Grimmjow simply shrugged before he looked at the other with a serious face "Say it again, I fucking dare you."

"Calm the fuck down, it's what I call people. If I don't know your name its kitten, get over it." He gave the orange haired teen a smirk and winked as he shifted so he was facing the other fully. "Now tell me why you were laying half dead in the gutter."

"I stole some bread."

"As riveting as that story is, I'd like you to elaborate a little kid." Grimmjow fixed Ichigo with a pointed stare and Ichigo took a deep breath, glaring into cerulean eyes before his honey brown gave out and he looked down once again.

"I'm guessing you know about the Shinigami's?" Ichigo missed the harsh glower on Grimmjows face at the gangs name. "I was a part of them for the longest time, since my parents died when I was eight. Things have been escalating recently and, well, with-with what they've been doing over the last couple months. They-they wanted me to do it too and I just couldn't. I had to leave, I had to run but-but they don't like that." Ichigo stole a glance up and saw nothing but hard blue eyes looking at him, emotions locked out. "I can hold my own but if a group of them see me in the street I'm done for. Kon's my cousin and he wants me back. He thinks, he think I'll be good and he wants to, to give me as company to some people." He stole another look up and saw a flicker of rage. "I left before he could but… I didn't think my only family left would turn on me, ya'know? I stole the bread because I was hungry, I wasn't expecting the three big guys to be the bakers sons, or for them to be as fast as me."

Ichigo finished and refused to look up, he didn't want to see how sick Grimmjow was of him. "Well kitten," Brown eyes looked up to see a slightly smiling, almost tired looking face. "the name's Grimmjow Jawgerjaques." He turned his head so he was looking directly at Ichigo. "Let me know if you need anything while you're staying here. But I'm going back to fucking bed, it's four in the morning and I was up until two with your wounds."

Grimmjow stood up and stretched, flashing his midsection as his arms went over his head and Ichigo couldn't help but let his eyes go to the flash of skin on the others back with a black gothic six tattooed there. The blue haired man grabbed Ichigo's pants and tossed the wallet at him before he started a load of laundry in the small closet where they machines were kept.

Ichigo got up off the couch and moved back into the others room, too tired to even think about sleeping on a leather couch. He unzipped the hoodie and let it fall before he climbed back into the sheets that had lost all their warmth. "You joining me then kitten?"

"The name's Kurosaki, fucking use it. And I sure as fuck aint sleeping on a couch if there's a bed big enough for two." He felt he bed drip with the others weight and flinches when a hand was placed on his hip and Ichigo was rolled half onto his back, a deep glare setting on his face.

"There's a toll for sleeping on the bed Kurosaki."

"Keep touching me and we'll see if I can get your cock far enough up your own ass for it to calm you down a bit, yeah?" Grimmjow chuckled at the threat and ruffled Ichigo's hair, making the other scowl deeper.

"Just what I like to hear. Now get the fuck to sleep." Grimmjow flopped down with his grin still in place as Ichigo turned his back to him since his left side was hurting less.

AN: Hey guys, guess who's back for a while? Yep, I'm working on this while working on my novel. I can't promise I'm going to be able to update quickly yet, but I hope I can :D It's been a little while since I've written anything because I've been stressing over graduating.

But I did grad so it's all good now! XD Please review and let me know what you think!