Hello everyone! Fast update deviating off the request list for one chapter. This is the third part of 'Rumors and Shirt Collars'.

Warnings: The usual, along with drug use, intoxication, possibly offensive hallucinations, and blood.

Can we all agree that this is rated M for Mature people?

Note: Italics are thoughts.

Rumors and Shirt collars, part 3

Grimmjow's POV

"Okay Aizen, what the hell is going on?"

He smiled this coy smile at me.

"I checked the garganta levels, and it seems you haven't made a trip to Karakura in quite some time."

My body stiffens a little at the word Karakura.

"So? What the hell are you going to do about it?"

"I am going to reward you for being such a good subordinate. With-"

He waves his hand over his lap and something appears, once hidden by his reiatsu. I choke on my own words.

"The prize of killing Ichigo Kurosaki."

It's Ichigo. Just lying there on Aizen's lap like a little rag doll. Is he knocked out or something? Is he okay?

My mental self slaps my conscience. Stop it. Don't obsess over him. You can't have him. You'll just end up killing him. I want to wring my mental self's throat. But I can't, I would just be proving its theory to be correct. Even so, it's not going to keep me from helping out Kurosaki here. I do owe him one.

Aizen runs a hand down his back slowly, and Ichigo whimpers, just the slightest bit. He tries to get off of his lap, but Aizen easily pushes him back down. Rubbing his ass like he's a cat, he says, "Szayel perfected this for me. It's a serum, one for sedation. Even I don't know what it does. But it should keep its hold for another 3 hours or so."

He lifts him up by the back of his shihakusho.

"Now, Grimmjow. Come claim your prize."

My mind races, but is left in the dust by the pounding of my heart. I can only reach one conclusion. And I'm not going to like it.

"No."

Aizen tilts his head, looking even more amused then usual. "No? Is that any way to thank your creator? The one who's letting you kill your worst enemy while he is on his knees?"

I sonido so him and I stand face to face. I take Kurosaki and lay him gently down on the ground. He moans and brushes the edge of my drooping jacket with his hands. "G…..Grimm….." I want to grab him so badly, to just try to run away. Yet I know I would get about 7 feet before we're both vaporized. Now that I'm focused, I can feel Aizen's reiatsu draped all over this room, hung like curtains for unseen windows.

"I can't. I can't kill him. So take me instead."

He smirks. "I thought so Sexta. You see, I've done my homework." A flick of the hand, and Ichigo's in his arms. He pulls off the shoulder of his top and I see a scar. It's a set of human sized teeth, with another line on the right side. The mark I made that night.

Ichigo makes little, sexy noises as Aizen pulls him closer, running a hand up under his uniform. He grabs weakly at the hand, trying to divert its course. "And what makes you think I'm willing to accept you in his place?"

The whole scene is starting to make me sick. But he's right. Why shouldn't he choose this little sex god over a beaten up animal like myself? I take Ichigo from him again anyways, this time with more force.

"This kid still has a life to live. I'm done with living. Take me instead. Torture me, banish me, humiliate me, whatever. Just don't kill off something with so much promise."

Aizen raises his eyebrows. I finally surprise this bastard, and it's with announcing my death wish. "Sexta, you could almost be a poet with those words. Set Kurosaki down and take off your shirt. I don't want anything blocked, no matter how little the defense may be."

He draws his sword as I tear off my jacket. No use for it anyways. This is my death. I don't need a jacket when I'm ashes blowing in the wind.

The first strike is fast, but painful. I hiss out the pain. I refuse to scream. The next 20 or so come fast, with expert flicks at the end to make sure they bleed. As much of a bastard as he is, Aizen knows his way around swords.

"Banished. You are banished. From Las Noches. From Hueco Mundo itself. You will be stripped of your rank-" Four quick slices, a burn that almost pulls out my withdrawn screams. "And your mark. Expect no mercy after you leave." I'm thrown off balance when he tugs my shoulder and gives me a harsh hickie right under the Adam's apple. I burn with pain and shame as he draws symbols all over me with my own blood.

"Also expect to be enslaved by me for eternity if you show your sorry face here again."

A sloppy heart on the cheek, a sharp slap that whips my neck to look to the left. "Take your precious shinigami and go before I change my mind." I'm being shown mercy. This hurts almost as much as the wounds. I move not for myself, but to get Kurosaki home as I sprint through the garganta.

I finally reach the opening and basically tumble through. The shinigami lands on top of me. He tries to move off, but the drug is still affecting him. Sympathy rises up out from its resting place in the depths of my heart. Most likely, Aizen had played around with him before showcasing Kurosaki to me.

We reach his room. Thank gods he can't hide reiatsu worth a damn. I collapse on his floor in the opposite corner of the room. My pride's taking a break, and my body lets me lean back and simply breathe.

I hope Kurosaki won't mind the dead arrancar when he wakes up.

Ichigo's POV

I'm in a trashy little excuse for a motel room, the smell of cheap sex and snuffed smokes hangs heavily in the air. Both smells are from me. I'm smoking a cigarette right now, actually. Pulling out a drag, I saunter over to my customer. I sit close next to him, almost on his lap like the little tease I am. I offer him my smoke, but he pushes it away. I try to kiss him, but he pushes that away with even more force. It's like he didn't even pay 521 dollars just to get me in here! Even if he refuses that, I won't be daunted. I run a hand through his beautiful blue hair. Its uniqueness is only rivaled by my own.

"Got a name, Blue?"

"Yah, I do. And you're not a streetwalker, I hate to break it to you. My name's-"

The scene changes. I'm in an open field, the wind blowing, the sun at that perfect angle, casting light in such a way that everything it touches positively screams 'romance!'. Just a mere 5 feet away is my crush. The glory of the entire goddamn universe.

And I can't even remember his name.

He was helping me up though, just a few moments ago, I think. I had fallen, and couldn't remember anything. All I knew was that I liked this man. I ran over to him for a sloppy, cliché, shoujo-manga style kiss. He stops me with a hand to my chest.

"Quit it. What's gotten into you?"

Did I mention he's wearing a suit? It's bright red, the perfect contrast to his blue hair. The fabric shimmers though, like it's not what it looks like. That doesn't matter though. I've been rejected.

"Stop it Ichigo. Yer going crazy."

Ichigo? Who's Ichigo?

Another scene flip.

I am agent 015. And my target's giving me hell.

Not that I haven't already got him. No way, I'm way too good to do that blunder. He's here. Tied to a chair in this dirty-ass interrogation room with one light shining in his face. He's Rouge Agent 006, and he's fallen asleep right in the middle of the cross-examination. I watch him let a little bit of drool slide out the side of his mouth. Pathetic for his namesake.

006 is supposed to be one of the best agents out there. Unbreakable, uncatchable, and unbearably annoying.

I'm hoping for a promotion of at least two ranks for putting up with this sorry excuse for an agent.

"Hey! Wake up! You're not done yet!"

To his credit, he does open his eyes.

"Oh really? I take it you're a hitman now?"

Was he playing dumb?

"Of course not! You know very well who I am, 006. Now, what do you know about the serum?"

006 had gone rouge on a mission for a serum that supposedly could give him access to all the data in the world. If we got it, then we would have one hell of a bargaining chip.

Speaking of serum, 006 was fucking covered in red. The truth serum was all over him because he kept struggling when I tried to make him drink it. He nicked my nose with his elbow during the process, so some of that's my blood too. 006 might not be so useless after all, he's doing fine under the serum.

"What serum? And who's 006? Ichigo. It's the drug thing. Wake up."

Another spin, and the scenes are all gone.

I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. 17 year old substitute soul reaper. I was captured by the soul society's worst enemy, Sosuke Aizen. He drugged and molested me. In a horrible bout of irony, blood, and other dramatic devices, I am saved by the last person I could think of. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.

My savior was sitting in the corner of my room, dying.

"Grimmjow!"

He leaned so his head was facing me.

"Finally out of hallucinations, Kurosaki?"

I blushed. "It was the drugs, okay? You know that."

"Why yes, I do. I know very well."

Leave it to Grimmjow to be a smartass, even while he was bleeding to death. No matter what had happened two years ago though, I couldn't leave him.

"Move over. We're patching you up."

Grimmjow's POV

Kurosaki's out of lala land. And now he's trying to help me. Stupid little bastard. I'm here, all ready to die, and he's trying to draw it out. I wish I had just passed out while he was a prostitute.

"No way. Why would I let you help me? Actually, why would you help me?"

"I'm not going to watch you die if I can help it."

"Not good enough."

"Well, guess what. There is no 'not good enough'. I'm not giving a reason. I'm just helping you without any thought of you like the selfish asshole I am."

That said, he puts an arm under my shoulder and tries to lift me up. Good luck with that Ichigo. Say whatever you want, but a little teenager like you isn't going to lift a scarred up piece of muscle like me. Brawn over brain, got that? There's no need for brain if you're strong enough.

Steam wafts through the air, making me relax my body. It smells like one of my favorite things. Rainwater.

Hold on, where the hell did the steam come from?!

I try to get up, but Kurosaki's voice cuts through the haze, loud and clear.

"Move one inch, and I swear to god, I'll tie you down and stuff you full of mashed potatoes for three months Jaegerjaques. Ever had to use a bedpan? You can see what it's like if you try to get away."

Ichigo, I must say I am impressed. You actually got me with that. I fucking hate mashed potatoes(what's the point of teeth if lumps of white shit are offered on the menu?) and really don't want to see what a bedpan is.

"We're in the hot springs, 10 blocks from my house. Dad knows the owner, and she's got some spiritual pressure, so she let us in."

A splash to my left, and Ichigo touches my shoulder.

"Turn around. I'll start with your back."

Goddamn it, Ichigo.

Don't you know it's going to kill us both if you hang around me?

I didn't have the heart to end the story here T.T

But I am cold enough to leave you all with a cliffie :D

So, there'll be another chapter(probably the final one) in a few chapters.

It was pretty fun, writing Ichigo's hallucinations. I hope none of you take offense to them.

Reviews are gladly accepted! ^_^