Ichigo stayed awake all threw the night, listening to Grimmjow's soft, long breaths. He didn't know what to do now. He could do as he was told, marry Kenpachi but continue to be with Grimmjow when no one was looking. He didn't know what to do about Renji. Would he have to break up with him? Had he already been told that they couldn't be together anymore? Renji had been a good boyfriend, sure, Ichigo wasn't a hundred percent into the red head but he hadn't done anything to wrong him and he certainly didn't deserve the humiliation of Ichigo running away from the proposal.

He could join the Espada and be with Grimmjow forever. If he was being honest, that's what Ichigo would have liked to do. He wanted to be with the love of his life out in the open, but he knew that his family and friends would never accept it. He would likely never see them again and in worst case scenario the Shinigami may used it as an excuse to initiate a war between the two gangs.

Or he could run. He could leave everything; his friends and family to create a peaceful life for himself. There would be no excuse for the Shinigami to fight. His family wouldn't think of him as a disgrace and he wouldn't have to be with Renji or Kenpachi. The only problem with that plan would be asking Grimmjow to go with him. He knew the man would go in the end, but he would have to give up his life as well and unlike Ichigo, Grimmjow liked his life. He was rich, had a seat on his board and could do anything he wanted without concerning himself with anyone else's opinion. Ichigo couldn't ask him to give it all up.

Ichigo turned to look at Grimmjow's sleeping face. His chest rose and fell with every long breath, he looked so peaceful. He knew in that moment that he would have to stay and be a pawn in the Shinigami's plans in order to be as close to happiness as he possibly could.

The following three weeks had been more than quiet. His family and friends tiptoed around him, not once bringing up the proposal. Actually, he hadn't seen or heard from Renji since the night of the party. Everything, other than that, was completely normal. His mother was constantly buzzing about his graduation and his father was busy at the hospital as always.

He had successfully made it threw exams and even though he had yet to receive the piece of paper verifying that he was, in fact, a university graduate, he had already begun looking for jobs in the field. Maybe if he got a job and made himself useful to the Shinigami, he wouldn't be forced into the role they had picked for him.

If he had thought Zaraki Kenpachi to be undesirable before he thought of him as absolutely repulsive now. He had seen Kenpachi once since the party. All chairmen had been invited to a dinner in the Hitsugaya manner. Yamamachi had requested that Ichigo attend in order to get to know the man better. About half way threw the night Kenpachi had beheaded a waiter for no other reason than being bored. He had stared Ichigo directly in the eyes, face splattered in blood, and licked his lips.

Ichigo had to excuse himself to the washroom and barley made it before he was violently vomiting. He should have become a doctor.

Ichigo recalled the night as he shifted uneasily in his blue gown. He had a white and yellow sash draped over his shoulder with the word valedictorian embroidered in black. Maybe he should go back for his Phd? They hadn't asked anything of Ichigo before the last semester of school so maybe if he re-enrolled they would back off again. Maybe they could get Renji to create a bond with Kenpachi. Ichigo smiled at the thought. Two birds. One stone. But Renji wasn't of Shinigami blood so that wouldn't have worked at all. It was a nice thought though.

"Ichigo, hurry up! We're going to be late." Masaki's angelic voice called from downstairs.

He had opted to get dressed at his family home and go as a group with his parents and sisters to the ceremony. Ichigo sighed and stopped fidgeting in front of the mirror. The gown looked stupid as fuck but he guessed he could put up with it for one afternoon. It wasn't like he had to get up on stage and give a speech to two hundred people about memories and friendship looking like an idiot. Oh wait. Yes he did.

He saw his mother waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase. Her eyes welling up with tears of joy as he approached. Her arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He thought she was going to say some corny shit about how proud she was of him, but it never came.

She pulled back, tears now streaming down her face in fine lines. Her face looked distressed rather than pride like he had originally thought. "Where's Dad, Yuzu and Kiran?" He asked.

"They're in the car already." She said. "I got this for you." She handed Ichigo a platinum credit card. "It's in your name with my maiden name. Your father doesn't know about it. No one but you and I know it even exists. As soon as that piece of paper hits your hands I want you to go home, get in your car and drive. I want you to never look back. Do you understand Ichigo? Never look back."

Masaki had been appalled at the chaos that had unfolded at dinner that night. The head rolling to the floor, the blood dripping from the monster's chin and the way he had looked at her precious son. She couldn't stand it. Ichigo was from a family of doctors for Christ sake. Sure, he wouldn't become a doctor but helping people was in his blood. Seeing a life so carelessly thrown away was ubseen. And then the fear set in. This man was to be Ichigo's husband. What would happen to her kind, beautiful boy then?

That night she had begged Ishiin to do something and stand up for their family, but he wouldn't budge so Masaki vowed to take matters into her own hands. She would never let that man have her boy.

Ichigo was once again fidgeting nervously in his gown. The ceremony had ended just moments before, but he didn't know how he could do what his mother had asked of him. He couldn't bring himself to leave Yuzu and Karin. And Grimmjow. Leaving in that moment would mean leaving absolutely everything and everyone he cared about without saying a single good bye.

The next half hour was a blur, not understanding how he got threw all of the pictures with his friends or the many conversations with professors. It wasn't until an old, long bearded man appeared out of seemingly no where did Ichigo snap out of his daze. "Yamamachi-Sama." Ichigo said and bowed abruptly.

"Very touching speech. " The old man said. "I recall my time at this school with such fondness as well."

"You went here too?" Ichigo questioned

"Yes. I like to visit often but that is not why I am, here now. I would like you to have your first meeting with Zaraki tonight. He already has your address and will pick you up from there at eight o clock sharp. Do not keep him waiting. As we saw the other night, he is not a particularly patient man." As quickly as he had come, he was gone.

If he had done what his mother said, Ichigo would be a hundred miles from the city at that moment. But instead he was shifting nervously in front of the mirror for the second time that day. He had chosen a black dress shirt, no tie, and formfitting dark jeans. His hair was styled as per usual in soft spikes. He had gone home with every intention of getting in his Mercedes and driving just as he was told but when a message from Grimmjow popped up on his phone asking simply "How'd the speech go?" He couldn't bring himself to leave.

He had chosen to stay in the world he was born into because it was the only way he could be with the man he loved.

It was exactly eight o'clock PM when an all black Cadillac SUV pulled up to Ichigo's apartment building and he climbed in the passenger side. Kenpachi had picked an Italian style restaurant. It was fancy, but nothing Ichigo hadn't seen before. He couldn't help but recall all those times he had met Grimmjow in the dingy back alley ramen noodle shop in the heart of downtown. They would talk for hours about nothing and sometimes wouldn't even have sex after. Sometimes they would just meet there after a rough day at work or school, just to talk things out or vent. One of the things he loved so much about Grimmjow was his ability to talk so carefree even when the world around them was so fucked up.

"Soon after their orders where taken Kenpachi spoke for the first time that evening. "Do you know why they sent you to keep me company Ichigo?"

"Yamamachi-Sama said that you would like to meet me." Ichigo wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer so the answer sounded more like a question.

"I'm sure many people have asked for the pleaser of getting to know you." Kenpachi said. His eyes staring into Ichigo's soul. "The old man has probably said no a hundred times to requests like mine, but he said yes to me. Do you know why that would be?"

"To keep you in our circle. If you're really a weapons of war manufacturer, I could understand how it would be beneficial to the organisation to keep you around, just in case we see differences with others. Not to mention war is a multi zillion dollar industry so bringing you into the circle would increase the Shinigami value by millions."

"Billions." Said Kenpachi "And it could be yours to if you stood beside me."

Ichigo chocked on his water. Billions. This psycho was a billionaire? "If you're a billionaire you could have anyone you wanted. Do anything you wanted. We pick me and the Shinigami?"

"You are very right Ichigo. I can have anyone I want. That's how I ended up here with you and becoming a warlord and hurting people is what I want to do. There is nothing better to pass the time."

Fuck. Could this guy get anymore fucked up?

The evening went on for what seemed like hours. Ichigo barley ate any of his food and mostly rolled the meatball from one side of the plate to the other. Kenpachi on the other hand had no shortness in words. He went on and on about his many accomplishments and vast self-made fortune.

It was nearly three hours later when Kenpachi rolled up to Ichigo's apartment. He gave a quick good bye and pulled the car door handle only to find that it was still locked. He looked over at the tall man, about to ask if he could please unlock it only to find him staring at him. There was nothing sinister in the look. It was actually kind of compassionate. "You'd do anything in the world not to have to be with me, huh?"

"Not anything." Ichigo replied. It was evident in his choice to stay that made it clear that there were plenty of things that he would do.

Kenpachi studied Ichigo's face and suddenly unlocked the passenger door. "You'll learn to love the life I give you. "

Ichigo climbed out and before shutting the door he glanced back at Kenpachi and casually said "I doubt that."

Ichigo was back in his apartment for only minutes before a banging was herd on the door. Ichigo assumed it would be Grimmjow. He hadn't replied to the text the blue haired man had sent earlier. He was probably coming to check in.

Ichigo made a huge mistake. The moment he opened the door he was roughly pushed aside as Kenpachi barged into his home. Ichigo could barley comprehend what happened to him, next.

"What are you doing?" He asked before Kenpachi dragged him to the kitchen island. Kenpachi leaned the smaller man over the counter and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Ichigo was screaming, begging the older man to stop. He had even dug his nails into his chest before he was pinned, rendering his arms immobile behind his back. He thrashed harder when he felt Kenpachi's tie being wrapped around his wrists.

Kenpachi flipped Ichigo onto his back and he grabbed Ichigo underneath his knees and shoved them to his chest, making Ichigo's body scream in protest. Ichigo was terrified. He was by no means a virgin but no one had ever taken him against his will. He didn't know how to get out of the situation and he was so fucking scared. Ichigo knew as much as he screamed no one would come to help him. He had the apartment sound proofed when he moved in.

He screamed as Kenpachi shoved into without preparation. White hot pain shot through him and a sharp cry escaped his mouth as tears fell down his cheeks.

"Oh god, no!" Ichigo sobbed out and tried to close his legs, but Kenpchi kept them against his chest while thrusting in and out of Ichigo without waiting for him to adjust. It must have been slightly uncomfortable for Kenpachi as well since he had taken Ichigo dry, but at this point the blood helped ease the way.

Ichigo thrashed and yanked at the bonds that held him, but it was impossible to get free. All he could do was grit his teeth and wait for it to be over. However, it seemed as though Kenpachi wasn't going to be done anytime soon. He thrusted in and out of just wanted to pass out or die just to make it stop it hurt so bad.

Just before his vision started to fade Kenpachi came inside of him with a grunt and Ichigo shuddered in disgust and pain. He grimaced when Kenpachi pulled out and his eyes drifted shut in exhaustion when he was back handed across his face. Ichigo inhaled sharply and stared up at Kenpachi.

"You will learn to love the life I give you." Kenpachi said huskily again. Ichigo realised he must have struck a nerve when he had treated Kenpachi so nonchalantly. He wanted Grimmjow. He wanted Grimmjow so bad it made him want to cry.

Hello everyone,

I don't like to get personal with my stories. Everything you need to know is basically written in them.

I just wanted to let you know that I will be going on a week-long hiatus. It's almost thanksgiving here in Canada and I run a bakery, so…no time for writing. I promise I will be back to updating as of 10/8/18.

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