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The Meaning Behind Definition 2

It took two men to drag Grimmjow off Ichigo and two more to call backup when he broke free and took Ichigo hostage.

"Kill him! I'll kill him if you bastards don't back up!"

Grimmjow's claws scraped against Ichigo's neck, his tail wrapped tightly around

his captive's rather thin waist. The hostage in question seemed extremely worn out

by this affair, waving off the security guards when they arrived.

"Nah, it's okay. You guys can go. Tell the building crew they can go too, it looks like

they've finished most of the stuff. Please inform Ms. Rukia that she has a noogie with

her name on it once I get out of here though."

Ichigo flipped Grimmjow over his shoulder once the door closed. He stalked over to a table loaded with journals and various writing utensils-"Recording material", as Rukia put it, knowing full well nobody would read his handwriting, the untidy scrawl even alluding its owner at certain points.)-and grabbed a nice fat industrial Sharpie, drawing a line that divided the room directly in half and ending at the bathroom, marking that as mutual ground.

"I think even a simple-minded creature like you can understand what that line means. We will conduct sessions in which you will stay on your side and I will stay on mine. And do not even think about crossing over through the bathroom."

He drew a line parallel to the edge of the bathroom and Grimmjow tugged him by the wrist over to the other side while he was bent over, clutching him tightly to his chest.

"Do you mind?"

"Not really actually. You're rather warm and don't smell too bad."

"This contact is making you uncomfortable. I can feel your muscles tensing up. And as I stated before, you smell terrible."

"Well it's definitely bothering you more than me, so I'll manage."

Grimmjow was prepared this time when he was flipped over Ichigo's shoulder, landing on his feet rather than his face.

"Oh, shut up and go take a bath!"

"If I do will you join me?"

Rukia's noogie was going to make her a new hairline.

The splashing noises followed by the grunts from Grimmjow in the bathtub told Ichigo that he was most definitely masturbating. He hoped he at least had the decorum to clean up once he finished. Ichigo needed to use that bath too since they conveniently didn't include a shower.

On the other side, he should be thankful he had running water. The piping ran underneath the whole Lab complex, and they had tapped into a warm water stream running right beneath the room. Even the toilet water was a nice eighty-five degrees.

"Alright, it's safe to look for your little virgin eyes Kurosaki. I'm wearing clothes."

Indeed he was. They had a supply of plain white sweats, courtesy of the supply baskets. And Ichigo had to admit, without the blood, sweat, and ratty attire, Grimmjow would definitely be counted as visually appealing to most girls and homosexual males.

Thankfully, Ichigo did not fall into either of those categories, so Grimmjow's appearance wouldn't slow their progress. He was in a contest right now with Renji to see who could be Head Researcher first and he needed a boost in ranking. This project would be his gateway to a free pizza and eternal glory.

"Good. You don't smell anymore. Let's begin then."

"Begin with what? I haven't agreed ta do anything with ya, Ichigo. After all, what's in it for me?"

"That depends," Ichigo replied. "What are you looking for?"

Ichigo currently sat at the edge of the line, facing Grimmjow's side with a fresh notebook cracked open and a felt tip pen in hand, ready to take notes on the hybrid. Grimmjow strode over and stuck his face less than an inch away from Ichigo's, his breath once again in his face.

"Whatever ya can offer me, Ichigo."

Grimmjow received an absolutely lovely slap in the face.

"Sit down. I'll 'offer' you another whack if you don't answer my questions."

And so the hybrid sat.

They had covered almost everything. Ichigo's notebook was even eating up margin space to write more about Grimmjow. The last topic was one Ichigo was sure Grimmjow had been well rehearsed in.

Love.

"So, you lived in the streets, you dislike pastries, you're twenty-three-two years older than me-and enjoy parties and sleeping around. Basically you're a stereotypical playboy."

Grimmjow grinned. "Yer not the first one ta use that label Kurosaki. And ya definitely won't be tha last."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. Smart remarks like this one had been bouncing around the entire time they had been interviewing.

"So, love. Regeneration. How does your kind do 'it'?"

"Can a virgin like you take all that information?"

"What makes you think I'm a virgin?"

"Please, Kurosaki. You reek of 'I've-never-slept-with-a-guy'."

"Since when does sleeping with a guy affect my virgin status? I'm straight, and I have no intention of changing that."

"You would be surprised at what I can smell."

"Ha. Ha. Just answer my question. Is it the regular, Dominant-submissive heat thing like with cats?"

"No. It's I'm-horny-and-I-want-to-sleep-with-something. If it's another hybrid, then I'm not responsible for the kids, saying the hybrid's a girl who didn't use protection."

"How blunt. Now, could you describe love to me?"

"Cliché shit that belongs in chain letters and pop-up ads. Don't waste my time."

"Nothing? You don't feel anything towards it?"

"Nope. It's a great tool to obtain power though."

The orangette actually stopped writing and stared at Grimmjow, who casually picked his nails like denying one of the world's driving emotions came naturally to him.

"Love is important though."

"Name one time when people haven't been using it to gain something."

"Romeo and Juliet!"

"Twisted hormonal-induced fling that killed several people."

"Cleopatra and Antony!"

"Oh yes, wonderful example. They both die after having acute marriage troubles."

"Lady Macbeth and Macbeth!"

"Pfft. Don't make me laugh. Face it Ichigo, even Shakespeare knew love is bogus."

Ichigo watched Grimmjow stalk off, his tail swishing from side to side. He couldn't stop the small surge of feeling from rising up in his body. What was it? He had no idea. But it couldn't ever be attraction.

With all the work he had, Ichigo didn't really feel attraction anymore.

"Three weeks! Three fucking weeks in this hole Kurosaki! I can't take it anymore!"

The hybrid paced the room and all but tore out his bright blue tresses in the midst of yet another fit. Secretly however, Ichigo almost enjoyed the confinement and nursed a small packet of feelings in the meantime. He wasn't sure what to call them, but they definitely had Grimmjow as their target.

And it was undeniably driving him a little insane.

The line had been nullified after a week, thanks to Ichigo's weak claim that he needed to examine Grimmjow closer to obtain more accurate notes. Not like it mattered, Grimmjow breached the line almost every day to steal Ichigo's stuff and savor the expression he made upon waking up to a naked hybrid staring at him in bed. Ichigo didn't appreciate either, but the latter was definitely much more disturbing. He really hoped the room had no security cameras.

"Ya know…"

Ichigo's train of thought crashed when Grimmjow stopped pacing, turning to glare at him instead.

"It's been three weeks. And I'm pretty fucking horny."

"You've masturbated in the tub almost every goddamn day Grimmjow. It's not my fault you're still horny."

"It could be."

"Technically speaking, it's impossible."

"Well, technically speaking, you're cockblocking me right now for not taking off your pants and offering me that sweet little ass of yours Kurosaki."

Rather than freaking out like other guys would have, Ichigo snorted.

"Yeah, like I would ever do it with someone like you."

"Oh? I'm not yer type? Then what is? Do you even have a type Ichigo?"

Grimmjow realized very quickly that he had taken this too far. Ichigo's expression hardened and he backed up over the line.

"Of course I have a type! It's called girls Jaegerjaques. And you seem to be seriously lacking in pussy, so I would strongly advise you to back. Off. Now."

Several problems had now risen for Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. First, that had been his best attempt at getting Ichigo in bed(or in sleeping bag, whatever). Nobody had refused him before, so this was untreaded ground for him. Second, he definitely could not deny that he was beginning to become attached to Ichigo, in a way that he definitely didn't feel towards anyone or anything else.

Grimmjow worried fiercely that he was beginning to care about Kurosaki.

Ending it again because I'm evil and I wanted to get this chapter out to you guys. I'm working on a new series(I know, I keep jumping them) but I will not publish anything until I finish it.

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