Another chapter and it hasn't even been a week! Did I do good? Huh? Huh? Well this I tried to make this chapter as short as I could. The last two chapters were more than 20 pages, chapter 1 being 29 and chapter 2 at 24. This one only had 14 pages so I think I did good. The word count is down by half so I'm sure it's not that much now. I want to keep you guys interested and if making them a little shorter every time will keep your interest then I guess it must be done. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: As much as I love them, I don't own Bleach.

Warnings: Not as much OOCness as I thought but probably some in the future since it'll go with the story. This is mature guys, definitely 18+. Smexy Boy on boy going on. If you no like then leave. Do us all a favor and just leave. Violence and the like. Profanity is in order so ya. That's it for this chapter.

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Ichigo never imagined the turn his life would take when he came out to this party.

There were many different emotions going through his head right now. But if he had to choose one emotion in particular it would have to be confused. All that was going through the poor orangettes mind is why exactly was Grimmjow here. And bleeding out from a gun wound no less. How did this happened? Who did it? All these questions were going through his head as he finished patching the blunette up.

As soon as Grimmjow passed out Ichigo quickly got up and ran to the car, opening the glove compartment to get his emergency aid kit. Shiro thought it was a stupid idea since nothing ever happened to him or anyone around him but now Ichigo could prove him wrong. He closed up the kit and sat crossed leg next to Grimmjows body, looking at the bandages going across his abdomen. If I tell Shiro he'll just tell me to leave his body, Ichigo sighed to himself. As if the man read his thoughts he could here Shiro yelling his name.

"Ichi! Ichigo where the hell d 'ya go?!" Shiro yelled.

Thinking that it would be easier to just deal with the drama now Ichigo stood up and walked out of the alleyway, looking at Shiro who turned around to meet his saddened eyes. Shiro quickly strolled over to Ichigo putting his hand on his face to hold it up so that he could look at him properly.

"What happened? Did Shuuhei say something? Want me to kill him?" Shiro threatened as he caressed Ichigos cheeks. Ichigo didn't answer and just grabbed one of Shiros hand pulling him into the alleyway.

"The fuck are you doing? What's here? Better not be something disg-" Shiro started but was caught off guard when he looked at the floor to see an unconscious Grimmjow. He looked at the bandaged abdomen and the thought of Ichigo beating the shit out of him was thrown away. "Son of a bitch," was all Shiro could say. Ichigo looked at him questioningly. "I thought you would be more surprised to see him," Ichigo asked as he squinted his eyes in suspicion. Shiro just let out a sigh and stared at Ichigo, not feeling bad about what he was about to say. "Leave him, let's go," Ichigo looked at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Ya heard me. Ya patched him up, good for you. But you're done now and you got no reason to be around him. Let's go. We'll call an ambulance and tell 'em there's a guy passed out here," Shiro said as he grabbed onto Ichigos wrist and started to pull him out of the alleyway. Ichigo snatched his hand back and looked at Shiro, disappointment in his eyes. "What the fuck? I'm not just gonna leave him here, we have to take him to the hospital!" Ichigo yelled, happy that the music playing in the house was loud enough so that people wouldn't be able to hear them. "Ichigo, ya don't need to be nice to that prick. He hurt ya, hard. Do I need ta remind ya who helped ya get yer shit together after this fucker fucked you up? This is exactly why I didn't tell you he was here! You're too fucking kind and you're gonna keep getting fucking hurt if you let this bastard into your fucking life again!" Shiro screamed. He cursed at himself, realizing that he just told Ichigo the big secret.

"You knew? You knew Grimmjow was here," He stated the latter more as a statement than a question to himself. "That means everyone knew about him being here except me…." Ichigo sighed to himself. "That explains so much," Ichigo sighed once again as he turned around and kneeled down next to Grimmjow.

"It doesn't fucking matter if everyone knew. We didn't tell ya cause we didn't want ya getting' hurt again Ichi. We wanted to protect you," Shiro whispered the last part as he walked towards Ichigo and stood behind him. "I can take care of myself Shiro. Him being here doesn't change the fact that I'm still angry for what he did. But you and the others not telling me hurts me more because it feels like you guys think I'm some weak little girl who had her heart broken multiple times. Well I'm not! I'm happy, I am, but…," Ichigo trailed off and looked at Grimmjows face.

He didn't want to hate Grimmjow, but how could he ever forgive the person who hurt him so bad? Ichigo was in love with Grimmjow and when said person told him how much he loved him he was so happy. He was going to say it back right there and then but then Grimmjow turned around and ran away. He was hoping to see the bastard in school the next day but he didn't show up. And when he didn't show up the days after that, how could he not begin to resent the man.

He thought that they were finally going to be together. Not as friends but something more.

But it didn't happen.

Ichigo grew to hate the man lying on the floor near his feet. But a part of him wants to hear an explanation. A part of him wants to know why he left. A part of him wanted to know if Grimmjow still loved him. It wouldn't matter, Ichigo told to himself. He's in a loving relationship and Shuuhei hasn't done anything wrong. He's been supportive and understanding and that's all Ichigo could ever hope for, so why is it that when Grimmjow is finally here, in front of him, the urge to kill him isn't as big as he thought it would be.

Ichigo hated himself. He knew that he was beyond angry at the man. But he couldn't bring himself to just walk away. Not when Grimmjow is hurt like this. He blamed it on his need to help people since he was to become a doctor, but he also felt that wasn't the reason at all.

Ichigo's thoughts were halted when the sound of ringing resounded through the small alley. He looked up at Shiro to see if it was his phone but Shiro lifted up his hands and showed that it wasn't him. Ichigo looked down at Grimmjow and saw a small light flashing in his pockets.

"You better not pick up that fucking phone Ichigo. You're done with him. If you answer that phone there's no going back. Think about Shuuhei," Shiro said as he grabbed onto Ichigo's shoulder turning him around and staring into his eyes. Shiro honestly wasn't surprised when Ichigo swiftly turned back around and grabbed the phone out of Grimmjows pockets.

"Fucking hell," Shiro whined as he walked out of the alley way. He was outside but he still felt like he needed some fresh air to think.

Ichigo looked at the caller ID to see that Nel was the one calling. With one swipe to the right he answered the call and held the phone to his ear.

"Grimmjow! Grimm! Are you alright? What the hell was that!? Where are you?! Are you okay?!" A frightened Nelliel yelled over the phone. Ichigo didn't know how to respond so he just thought honesty was the way to go about it. "Jeagerjaquez is fine. He's unconscious and sporting a mean gunshot wound. I was able to stop the bleeding and stich him up but he needs some professional medical care. I know I did it right but its better if a higher up takes a look at it," Ichigo answered over the phone. Nel stayed quiet for a second. He could hear someone else talking over the phone but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He could hear Nel telling them everything that he just said.

"….Itsygo?" Nel whispered quietly afraid that she might have mistaken his voice. Ichigo smiled softly at the cute nickname Nel gave him. "Yea, it's me," Ichigo smiled over the phone. "Oh thank God! I'm so happy that you were the one to find him. What happened?"

"I don't know. I finished talking on the phone and heard something coming from the alleyway. When I came to take a look I saw a man on the floor bleeding. I was not expecting to see Jeagerjaquez. After he passed out I went ahead and patched up his wound the best to my abilities. And here we are," Ichigo explained. Nel noted the fact that he was calling Grimmjow by his last name but decided not to comment on it.

"Okay! Where are you? Were you at the party that was going on tonight?"

"How did you know about that?" Ichigo asked quizzically.

"That's not important! We'll be right there!" Nel yelled. Shiro walked back into the alleyway and snatched the phone away from Ichigo. He protested but Shiro continued to put the phone to his ear. "Listen here Nel, I got nothing personal against ya but I do against Jeagerjaquez here. If you aren't here in the next 10 minutes, I'm draggin' Ichigo away and leaving the body here to rot," Shiro said with an infuriated tone.

"Ack! Okay, roger that! We'll be there as fast as we can!" Nel said hanging up the phone right after.

"What the fuck, Shiro? That's unreasonable. I'm not gonna leave an injured person in an alleyway by themselves," Ichigo said as he stood up and looked at Shiro, annoyed and anger written all over his face. "Why are you suddenly calling Grimm-kitty by his last name?" Shiro said as he tossed the phone back to Ichigo, who caught it, and proceeded to cross his arms. Ichigo just looked down at the phone and turned back to look at Grimmjow. "He hurt me Shiro. A part of me wants to forgive him, but the other part is telling me that he has to gain my trust back. And I know myself. If I got too close to him again, I don't know what I'll do, but the outcome wouldn't be good. And I have Shuuhei now. So I can't hurt him," Ichigo explained, rubbing his arms in the process.

"I don't want to, he's done nothing wrong," He said as an afterthought. Shiro sighed, walking up to Ichigo and grabbing his hand, hoping that it will comfort him in some way. Ichigos smile didn't reach his cheeks but his eyes showed that he appreciated the gesture. "As much as I hate the Idea, we should probably get blue out of this alleyway and onto the sidewalk," Shiro avowed as he looked down at the unconscious body. Ichigo looked at him in shock, surprised that he would even suggest such a thing. "Yea yea yea, I just think it'll be easier when they get here and we can just get the hell out of a here an go home, " Shiro explained as he walked over to Grimmjows sleeping form. He grabbed onto the man's wrist and looked up at Ichigo expectantly. Ichigo let out a small chuckle and grabbed onto Grimmjows ankles.

They lifted him up and slowly made their way out into the side walk. "Fucking Christ his dead weight is no fucking joke!" Shiro complained. They placed him down and not 2 minutes later Ichigo could spot the sea green hair approaching in the same tone Ferrari. A man with curly brunette hair and one with Blonde riding along with her.

The car came to a stop in front of them and they all quickly got out of the car. "Itsygo!" Nel yelled as she ran into his arms. At that moment Starrk and Emory got out of the car and ran to Grimmjows side, kneeling down to inspect him. Ichigo was able to keep his stance as he was tackled by the shorter woman. "Are you alright? Are you hurt too?" She asked away. "No, I'm okay," He answered. "And you Shiro?" She asked, removing herself from Ichigo and looking towards said person. "Emotionally stressed but other than that nothing physical," Shiro answered with a sigh, Nel laughing quietly to herself. Starrk left Grimmjow to Emory walked over to the twins.

"It's a pleasure to see the both of you again, Ichigo Kurosaki. Shirosaki Kurosaki," Starrk bowed his head.

Emory looked over at them when he heard Starrk say their names. Kurosaki? He thought to himself before turning back to look over Grimmjow.

"Still with the formality Starrk? Honestly, how many times do I have ta tell ya to just call me Shiro?" The albino complained as he walked over to Starrk and leaned onto his shoulder.

"As straight as ever Shiro," Starrk chuckled.

"There we go!"

"Hi Starrk. It's nice to see you again. How've you been?" Ichigo asked, walking up to him and shaking his hand as Starrk held it out. "I am fine. It's a shame that this is how you were able to reunite with Grimmjow," Starrk sighed as he released Ichigos hand.

"It's a shame they were able ta meet at all," Shiro bit, removing himself from Starrks shoulder. Ichigo just sent him a glare but was disrupted at being angry when he saw the other man pick up Grimmjow and threw the injured party over his shoulder as if he was a piece of cloth. Ichigo stared at the man in shock, surprised that someone could treat an injured person like that. Emory looked over at Ichigo and Shiro.

Shiro and Ichigo instantly got into a defensive stance feeling that the man in front of them was dangerous. A grin plastered across his face, liking the fact that these two can sense danger. He took a good look at them and saw that they did have some resemblance to a Kurosaki he knows all too well.

"So! You're Ichigo," Emory stated as he slowly walked up to them. Shiro got in front of Ichigo, not liking the way he was looking at his younger brother. Emory stopped in front of him, staring down into Shiro's golden eyes and slowly moving towards Ichigo's observant caramel ones. "Grimmjow has told me a lot about you. A fiery boy whose hair stood out like a sore thumb. And I presume you're the infamous Shiro. I feel a lot of fighting spirit from you guys," Emory smiled. "I should thank you for patching him up. It seems you know what you were doing," Emory said as he held out his hands.

Ichigo got out of his defensive stance and took his hand, to his brother's displeasure, and shook it. "It's fine. Even if I knew a gunshot wound wouldn't be able to kill him, as a future doctor I couldn't just leave him to tend to his injuries by himself," the red head said as he released Emory's hand. "Who the hell are you anyway? I've never seen ya b'fore," Shiro interrupted as he stood back up at full length.

"Oh! This is my and Grimmjows dad! Emory Jeagerjaquez!" Nel jumped in. "I forgot that none of you guys have actually met our parents," Nel said, putting a finger to her chin. "Well it would be bad knowing the type of profession he's in," Starrk whispered silently into Nels ear. "Ah, you're right," She acknowledged. "Well, Grimm-kitty definitely gets the looks from you big boy!" Shiro cackled. Ichigo hit him behind the head, a whine escaping his older brothers' mouth. "Don't be rude, Albino," Ichigo sighed.

Shiro and Ichigo started bickering and Emory kept looking at them. The more he stared at them the more of a resemblance he could see. He wanted to ask them about their father but threw away the idea, not wanting them to know that they knew each other. Not yet anyway. Pushing the thought to the back of his head he coughed, the two in front of him turning their attention to him. "It was a pleasure meeting you two, but we should be getting back. Thanks again. I'll send you something nice as thanks for helping Grimm out," Emory said as he turned around and headed towards the car. He stopped when Ichigo yelled out to him.

"You don't have to give me anything. No, I don't want anything,"

"Oh? Nothing at all? I'm sure you know we are wealthy? I'm sure there is something you want," he said as he turned his head around slowly.

"Sadly the only thing I want is out of reach," He whispered to himself. Shiro looked at him, knowing full well what he was talking about. "I didn't do it because I wanted compensation. I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to make sure he was alright so I took action," Ichigo finished. Emory continued to look at the boy, a picture of someone he knew appearing at the back of his head. A small smile appeared on his face. He laid Grimmjow in the backseat of Nels car and walked back over to Ichigo.

"Dinner,"

"What?"

"If you won't take something grand, at least let me treat you two to dinner. My wife would love to see new faces at the table. Plus she always makes so much that we end up having the same thing for the next two or three days," Emory laughed

"Sure!" Shiro answered for both of them. "We'll take ya up on yer offer! And if ya still want to give us some cash then I wouldn't mind taking his half!" Emory started laughing, liking Shiro's bluntness.

"Shirosaki!" Ichigo yelled, furiousness written on his face.

"The same as ever Shiro!" Nel laughed. Starrk just shook his head, amazed that Shiro hasn't changed in the slightest after five years.

Emory wiped a few loose tears from his eyes and took out a piece of paper. He wrote something on it then took Shiro's hand and placed it in the palm of his hand. Shiro looked at it to see that there was an address written on it. "That's our house. Come by tomorrow around six. We can have a nice chat before we eat. I enjoyed talking to you boys and would like to get to know more about Grimmjow and Nelliels friends," he said as he turned around and got into the passenger seat of the car, Nel and Starrk getting into the car as well.

"Bye Shiro! Bye Itsygo! Please come tomorrow. I want to catch up with you guys! And I'm sure Grimmy will want to thank you for today! You two get home safely okay?" Nel waved at them before starting the car and driving off.

Ichigo and Shiro stood there for a few more minutes. Recollecting everything that has happened in the last how many something minutes. Shiro let out a sigh and looked at Ichigo who was looking up at the moon. He continued to look at him and then decided to break the silence.

"Wanna go back inside? The others are probably wonderin' where we are," Shiro suggested. He turned his body to his younger twin brother when Ichigo looked down then at him. "Nah, I wanna go home," Ichigo said as he tossed the keys to Shiro, who caught them midair. "We can explain everything to them later," Ichigo continued as he made his way towards the car.

Shiro made his way over, unlocking the door. They both got in and Shiro started up the car. Shiro pulled out of the parking lot and started heading home. About ten minutes into the drive Shiro cursed underneath his breath.

"What?"

"I forgot we were supposed to drive Shinji home….."

"Ah…..Should we go back?" Ichigo said, knowing full well what Shiros answer will be.

"Fuck it. He can hitch a ride with one a the others," Shiro answered, stepping on the gas pedal.

::+::

Saturday morning was a simple day for the Kurosaki twins. They woke up, ate breakfast, did some work out by jogging for forty something minutes then returning home to take a nice cool shower. Then they would hang out with friends or just laze around at home, usually it would be the latter.

But today didn't start out peaceful.

"I can't believe you fuckers just left! Not even a phone call or a text. No! Nada! You guys fucking suck. You're so fucking lucky Rukia knows how to fucking drive. Renji was pissed drunk and we had to carry his ass to the car. Do you know how hard it was to drag that motherfucker up the stairs?! Need I remind you that Rukia and Renji live on the 5th fucking floor?! If I had remembered I would've left their ass and gone with that stick in the mud Uryuu!" Shinji ranted as he made his way from the front door to the kitchen island when Shiro opened the door for him. Ichigo silently placed a cup of coffee in front of Shinji, who picked it up right away and drank some.

He let out a pleasurable sigh, silently thanking Ichigo for making his coffee just the way he likes it. Shiro sat across from him, yawning and leaning his head onto his hand. Ichigo sat next to Shiro and placed Shiros coffee in front of him while he took a sip of his.

"Sorry Shinji, We really didn't mean to leave you. I just wasn't feeling it after I found out the Jeagerjaquez were back in town," Ichigo said after he took a sip of his drink. Shinji coughed up some of the coffee but quickly drank it back down, coughing a few more times. "Wha-What are you talking abo-"

"It's out of the bag Shi. No point in hidin' it. He knows," Shiro sighed into his drink.

"Saw him yesterday. In the alleyway next to the house,"

"Did you kick his ass?"

"Someone else did it for me?"

"What?"

"He was shot."

"SHOT?! The fuck- By who?"

"Who fucking cares? Have you ever seen his dad? We met him yesterday. I shit you not when I say the man definitely passed down his sexy genes. Like damn, if he wasn't married and had a kid I would do anything to get in the fuckers pants," Shiro interrupted as he slammed his hand on the counter for extra emphasis.

"Shiro, that's disgusting," Ichigo was not hiding the revulsion in his tone. "What? Don't tell me that your dick didn't twitch a little when you saw that hunk! Come on, ya can be honest. It'll only stay between us! We won't tell Shuuhei!" Shiro continued. Ichigo started to flush red and turned his head as he let out multiple sets of coughs. "Ha! I fucking knew it!"

"This is ridiculous," Shinji sighed. He turned to look at Ichigo who calmed down with the coughs. "So what are you going to do Ichigo?"

Ichigo looked at Shinji. Thinking of the question he just presented. "Well, Mr. Jeagerjaquez invited us for dinner tonight for helping his son out. But I don't think I can go," Ichigo started. "And why the fuck not? The guy is rich, meaning really good food!" Shiro cried as he stared at his brother broken hearted. "Shuuhei said he was gonna pick me up today so that we can hang out. He hasn't called me yet, which is weird, but I don't want to make plans knowing he might show up," Ichigo sighed as he took out his phone and unlocked it. He went to Shuuhei's number and pressed the call key, putting it to his ear.

His phone ran a few times then went to voicemail. Ichigo left a quick message asking if they were still up for the meet up tonight and if he was okay. He told him to call if anything then hung up the phone. He looked at it for a while longer hoping that he'll quickly call back but nothing happened so he put the phone down. Ichigo and Shuuhei have been going out for four months yet Ichigo feels like he doesn't know anything about the guy. All he knows is that he goes to the same University, he wants to be a cop, and that he works at a shop as a freelance worker, taking random jobs here and there.

He never really goes into details about his job, but then again, Ichigo never asks. They haven't had a fight once and Ichigo is grateful for that but sometimes the orangette feels like Shuuhei might be hiding something from him. He would never bring it up since it's not his place to dive into his business just yet. He can understand that there are some things he would want to keep private. Ichigo can't really complain since he never told Shuuhei about Grimmjow. The man he loved with all his heart. But he was happy now with the man. Shuuhei treated him nicely and never forced him or rushed him into doing things he didn't want. He enjoyed his company but sometimes he just couldn't help his mind wondering to the blunette every now and again whenever he was with Shuuhei.

"If the bastard doesn't show up before five we are leaving. And I don't care if I'll have ta drag ya!" Shiro declared as he finished up the last of his coffee. He got up and rinsed out the cup in the sink, putting it to the side. "I'm gonna go jerk off to Emory's face then take a nap!" Shiro yelled as he walked towards the stairs, Ignoring Ichigos and Shinjis rant about how disgusting he is. Shiro halted momentarily to turn a bit and point a finger at Ichigo. "Remember Ichi-tan! He has till five!" Shiro smiled as he made his way up the stairs and into his room, closing the door behind him.

"Your brother is something else. You would think that after all these years he would learn how to grow up. I don't know how you and your family do it Ichigo but you are a hero for being able to deal with that for all of your life," Shinji sighed as he pushed his cup to the side. Ichigo let out a laugh and got up to wash his cup, placing it next to Shiros after he was done. He turned around and leaned on the counter as Shinji spoke up once again.

"So what are you gonna do Ichi?" Shinji tried to look into Ichigo's eyes but said man averted them knowing full well what the question was about.

"I don't know. Yesterday, Shiro told me to leave him. To walk away. Because if I didn't that would mean accepting Jeagerjaquez into my life again. He said that he would probably fuck it up again. Turn me back into that shriveled up state he left me in," Ichigo started as he crossed his arms and did the same with his legs, his full body weight leaning on the counter. "But even after realizing that Shiro might have been right….I still couldn't walk away," Ichigo sighed.

"Well that's no surprise. As much as you say you hate the man we all know it's not true. Ichigo, the reason we wanted to keep you away from Grimmjow was because the guy was an asshole. A total jerk. He claimed he loved you and then left you to tend to those emotions by yourself. We wanted to keep him away because we didn't want him fucking up what we were able to repair. You might still be you, but you grew as a person, Ichigo. You don't take shit from anyone like you used to. If something bothers you, you speak up. And we are all happy about that," Shinji smiled, happy that Ichigo was finally making eye contact, a small blush going across the Orangettes face. His light freckles making themselves known. "But that's not the only reason we wanted to keep him away from you," Shinji added as an afterthought. Ichigos attention solely on him.

"We also wanted to keep you away because everyone and their mothers knew how madly you were, no, how madly in love you are with Grimmjow," Shinji sighed, leaning his head on his propped up arm. Ichigo couldn't believe what Shinji was saying. And with a straight face to boot.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we wanted to keep you away because we knew that if you were to listen to Grimmjows explanation, you would forgive him as if nothing happened. Everything would go back to normal as if he never left…..As if he never hurt you," Shinji whispered the last part. "That's not true." Ichigo denied, a bit of anger laced in his tone of voice.

"You know it is,"

"It's not!" He yelled as he stood up from the counter, fist at his side.

"So you are telling me that if Grimmjow were to say that he still loved you, after all this time apart, you wouldn't take him back?" Shinji spoke up, his voice even and hushed.

Take him back? Ichigo thought to himself. If he still loves me? Ichigo sat down in the high chair in front of him and scowled at the centerpiece as if it just insulted him. Ichigo didn't want to believe that he would take everything Grimmjow had to offer if the man told him he was still in love with him. Am I still in love with him? Ichigo thought, his scowl becoming deeper if that was even possible. Ichigo didn't know how to answer that question. Yes when he saw Grimmjow for the first time after those long five years, his heart was beating faster than the first time he kissed Shuuhei. He wanted to know how it would feel to be held by Grimmjow. To kiss Grimmjow. To hug Grimmjow.

Yes, when he was with Shuuhei, he couldn't help but think about how life would have been if Grimmjow was in Shuuhei's place instead.

Ichigo's heart skipped a silent beat when he thought of him and Grimmjow being together as a couple. His heart felt cramped and his mind was being taken over by memories he shared with Grimmjow before he left.

But when he remembered what Grimmjow had done to him, he started to feel confused. He wanted to beat the shit out of Grimmjow so bad, but-

Ichigo's thoughts were caught off when his phone started ringing. He looked at the caller ID to see that it was Shuuhei calling back. He shook his head clear of unwanted thoughts and picked up the phone to answer. At that Shinji got up and moved towards the sink.

"Ichigo! I'm sorry I didn't pick up! Some things happened and I was called in for work," He sighed apologetically. "No it's fine. If you were working that would explain why you haven't called yet," Ichigo chuckled. "What's wrong Ichigo? Not feeling good? You sound like you were thinking too hard,"

Ichigo looked at the phone. How could Shuuhei tell? Ichigo felt terrible. How could he think of Grimmjow when there was someone who was giving him all the love in the world at this very moment? "No, nothing's wrong. Just a light headache," Ichigo lied. He didn't want to tell Shuuhei that he was basically questioning their relationship. That would not be a good conversation.

"So are we still up for today? I'm done for the day and don't have to do anything till later later so I thought maybe we could catch a movie," Shuuhei inquired. Ichigo looked at the time and saw that it was a quarter to one and thought about the dinner. At that Shiro, who looked like he just took a shower if the towel around his neck hints at anything, waltzed into the kitchen and went straight to the fridge to take a can of beer. He made eye contact with Ichigo.

"Sure, let's go watch a movie tonight," was all Ichigo said before Shuuhei said awesome and told him to be ready by six before hanging up. Shiro looked at Ichigo with squinted eyes. "What the fuck Ichigo?"

"You can go to the dinner. Just tell them that I already had plans," Ichigo said as he stood up and turned to look at Shinji, who had a questioning look on his face.

"I don't know if I still love Grimmjow," Ichigo whispered, his heart silently racing as he let the mans name slip off of his tongue. Shiro walked up to them, wanting to hear what Ichigo had to say. "But I'm going out with Shuuhei right now. And until he does something bad, or one of us gets tired of the other, I won't break up with him. I can't do that to him when he's giving his all in this relationship," Ichigo declared, determination and resolve in his eyes. Shinji and Shiro both smirked at him as he turned around and left to go to his room.

Shiro started laughing to himself and Shinji couldn't help but chuckle after him.

"He's a strong one. He really loves that bastard. So, how long do ya think that resolve will last?" Shinji asked as he leaned back onto the edge of the sink. "I give it….Hmmm…maybe by the start of da school year?" Shiro debated. Shinji thought a bit before answering. "So about three months?"

"I wanted ta keep him away but now that he knows there's no point. Those two are a magnet and whether Ichi wants to admit it or not they are going ta end up together. Just not quickly like Grimm-kitty expected. As his older brother all I gotta do is watch and make sure nothing bad happens," Shiro sighed, taking a sip of his beer.

"I don't think anything could keep Grimmjow away from Ichigo," Shinji proclaimed.

They stayed silent for a few minutes and Shiro was the one to break the silence after taking another sip of his beer. "Grimm-kitty really loves my brother huh?"

"More than anyone can imagine,"

Shiro had a scowl on his face and spoke up again, a bit angry. "I swear if I don't get some dick anytime soon, I'll go crazy," He said downing the rest of his drink. Shinji let out a laugh and toppled over holding his stomach. "Ha! Don't worry. Once school is over! We'll go clubbin' and I'll find ya a nice man!"

Shiro laughed. "I'll be holdin' you to that!"

::+::

Last night

Aizen was walking down the hall of his headquarters, heading towards a set double doors at the end of the hall, Tousen in toll. Tousen walked passed him to open the door and Aizen waltzed in without even uttering a thank you. He looked ahead and saw a man with Pink hair huddled over someone on the examination table. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows. Over it was a black vest. He had black jeans on that hugged his small figure. There was a small bag above his head with a line that had blood flowing through it, into the body. The pink haired man turned around as he took off his blood infested gloves. Aizen just looked at the man questioningly and spoke when he realized Szayel wasn't going to start the conversation.

"Szayel. What happened? Why did you call me so late?" Aizen said as he walked up a bit to Szayel. "Well, it seems that one of your employees have been injured. Shot in the leg. Twice. One above the other. He came not long ago, and it seemed he had dragged himself all the way here. This one is quite the fighter, so it's a good thing he got here when he did. He lost a lot of blood but he was still breathing. I was able to transfuse some into him and stitch him up. Not sure when he'll wake up," Tousen quietly walked up to the person who was laying on the bed. Aizen watching him as he approached the boy. Szayel stepped towards his computer and typed something up before turning and walking to the sink, throwing away the surgical gloves before washing his hands.

"Shuuhei, it seems you have failed our task," Tousen said underneath his breath. Aizen heard him. He let out an irritated sigh, gaining Tousens attention as he turned around to look at him. Aizen walked over to Shuuheis sleeping form and raised his hand, slapping it across Shuuheis face. Said boy let out a wince, clarifying that he was still alive. "How disappointing. If he isn't up by tomorrow get rid of him. I don't need useless people on my team," Aizen said as he turned around and walked out of the room.

"Why is he so angry? I mean, he's usually a bitch to deal with on a daily basis, but what's the special occasion?" Szayel said as he sat down in his chair turning around to look at Tousen. "Hold your tongue," Tousen bit. Szayel lifted his hands in a surrender motion. Tousen let out a sigh as he looked back down at Shuuhei. "Emory Jeagerjaquez made an appearance today in the office. Came to ask Aizen about the Hogyoku. It wasn't a happy meeting and Aizen denied everything about how he knew that the drug resurfaced. Emory didn't believe him and threatened about how he'll take him down," Tousen explained, crossing his arms and walking towards the door.

"I wouldn't believe him either. So why did little you appear half dead in front of the building?" The pink haired man said as he lifted up his silver square frames, his yellow brown eyes piercing the other man in the room. Tousen put his hand on the door handle. "Aizen-Don wanted to get back at Emory so he sent Shuuhei to kill his son who was also there and was rude to Aizen-Don," Tousen answered before opening the door and walking out. The door closing behind him.

Szayel let out a sigh and looked at Shuuhei. He turned around and went back to typing things up on the computer. "Seems Tousen cares about you. Make sure you wake up so I won't have to get rid of you, yes?" Szayel said to no one in particular as he continued to type away.

The next day in the early morning Aizen got a call from Szayel saying that Shuuhei was awake and he and Tousen headed down a flew levels and made their way to the medical ward. When they got there they saw that Shuuhei was being checked over by Szayel. A ringing noise went off around the room and Shuuhei realized that the blasted noise was coming from his pocket. "Who is calling you?" Aizen asked as he walked closer to Shuuhei. Shuuhei sat up and took out his phone to look at his caller ID. It read Ichigo but before he knew it the ringing stopped.

"No one important," He answered as he looked up at Aizen. Taking a small glimpse at Tousen. "It seems you were hurt quite badly last night. Care to tell me what happened?" Aizen asked nicely as he sat in Szayel chair. Szayel looked at him, Aizen raising his eyebrow in challenge. Szayel turned back and continued to check over Shuuhei silently. "When you sent me the picture of Grimmjow I was shocked when I turned to see the man staring straight at me. I was talking on the phone at the time so it looked less suspicious. When I was done talking I left and met up with one of my friends who usually helps me get close to my target. He said that he'll find a way to get him to the party that was going on that night so I left that to him,"

"A party? Why a party?" Aizen asked.

"I was supposed to be at that party and meet up with the guy I'm currently involved with. If he was at the party I could have easily taken him out once he got drunk enough," Shuuhei answered. Aizen hummed in understanding and Shuuhei took that as the okay to continue.

"I set one of my pals up on a building so that if he were to see Grimmjow he could tell me he's on his way. We didn't put into the equation that he wasn't coming by himself. He was with two other people and they stopped by the liquor store a few blocks away from where the party was being held. I gave him the order to shoot at them once they got outside and try to separate Grimmjow from the others. It worked because not a few minutes after, I saw Grimmjow out of breath from where I was standing. I was talking on the phone before that so the few people that were around didn't think I was out of place. When it was clear and Grimmjow started walking again, I followed him," Shuuhei looked down at his bandaged up leg.

Aizen folded his legs and crossed his arms as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes at Shuuhei. The other two in the room listening silently. "When the coast was clear, I hung up the phone and started shooting at Grimmjow. He fell down so I had assumed that he was down, but then he turned around and shot back and I got hit. I left, not being able to continue since I ran out of bullets. I would have gone to fight him, but I knew I wouldn't be able to take him on if it was hand to hand combat," Shuuhei finished as he lowered his head, disappointed at himself for not being able to do a better job.

Aizen sat there quietly analyzing Shuuhei and thinking over everything he just said. He stood up and walked over to Shuuhei, grabbing one of the scalpel off of the table. Shuuhei looked up at Aizen and with no warning Aizen moved the scalpel from the bridge of Shuuheis nose continuing over to the bottom of his left eye. A screeching yell was heard around the room and Shuuhei put his hand over the cut, crouching over in pain. Aizen put down the scalpel and walked towards the door. "Let that be a lesson for failing me. Consider yourself lucky that you are still of use to me, even if you don't know how to perform a job properly," Aizen opened the door and yelled over his shoulder for Tousen to follow him. Tousen didn't think twice before scurrying after him and closing the door behind him.

"Fucking shit!" Shuuhei grunted as he got up and limped to the mirror. The cut wasn't deep but he knew it would leave some sort of scar. Szayel grabbed some grey gauze tape and walked over to Shuuhei, turning him around and putting the tape on his face. Shuuhei cried in pain but let him finished. "The tape already had antibiotics on it, so it will sting. You should be lucky. The last person to not finish their job properly didn't live to try again," Szayel said as he walked to his chair and sat down.

"Great, I have to get a new chair. It doesn't feel the same when someone else sits in it," Szayel sighed. He looked up at Shuuhei to see that he took out his phone and was listening to something. "You should be careful," The pink haired man started. Shuuhei looked up at him, removing the phone a few inches away from his ear. "What?"

"You should be careful about that lover of yours. If you fail a mission again it might not be you Aizen decides to take it out on," Szayel elaborated. "Oh," was all Shuuhei said as he realized what the doctor was implying. "It doesn't matter. It's not like I'm in love with the guy. I actually already have someone but they are overseas." Shuuhei said in a hostile tone. Szayels eyebrows were lifted up into his hairline, shocked that he could such a thing with no trace of emotion.

"Are they in the same business?"

"More of a freelancer, but you could say that," Shuuhei smirked. "He was actually the one who told me to go out with someone. To keep me company while he was away. Isn't he so considerate?" Shuuhei laughed.

"Very," was Szayels reply.

"Anyway, I should be going. I should probably call this guy back," Shuuhei said as he started to limp towards the door. "Here," Szayel said as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills. He tossed it to Shuuhei who caught it, but not without almost letting it fallout of his hands, "Pain killers," Szayel answered before Shuuhei could ask. Said man lifted the bottle in a silent thank you motion and continued to head towards the door. Calling Ichigo back and telling him that tonight was still on.

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Ichigo was getting ready for his date with Shuuhei while Shiro was in the other room getting ready to head over to the Jeagerjaquezs' place. Shinji left a few hours back, feeling better after yelling at Ichigo and Shiro a few more times about them leaving him. After he left he and Shiro decided to laze around until it was time to get ready.

"Ya sure ya don't want to come?" Shiro asked as he waltzed into Ichigos room. Ichigo turned his head to look at Shiro who was already dressed. He wore a black dress shirt, the sleeves stopping a little bit under his elbows. A vest placed on top with golden buttons. His legs were being hugged by black skinny jeans and white Dr. Marten DM's were placed beautifully on his feet.

"Damn Shiro, you really want to get in his dads pants," Ichigo laughed. Shiro chuckled. "Need to show him that I can be a mature adult if that's what he wants," Shiro said turning around, showing off his outfit. Ichigo stood up, shaking his head, not surprised at all about Shiros antics. "You need to stop hitting on older guys who happened to be married," Ichigo sighed in amusement. "Not my fault. They needa not be married," Shiro complained as he folded his arms, attempting a pout. Ichigo laughed and petted Shiros hair. "You go have fun. Apologize to Nel for me," Ichigo said as he turned back to his closet and grabbed his slip on checkered vans to go with his t-shirt and tight ass hugging skinny jeans.

"What about him?"

Ichigo turned and looked at Shiro with a tilt of his head. He looked down at the floor then back into Shiros' golden orbs. "Tell him I said welcome back," Ichigo said as he passed Shiro to go downstairs. Shiro followed him. "Where ya goin' with Shuuhei?" Shiro asked as he grabbed his car keys off the living room table. "I'm not sure. I know we are going to the movies but I don't know where. I'll text you when I get there," Ichigo replied as he dropped his sneakers near the door. "Alright. If somethin' happens, ya call me. I'll drop whatever I'm doin' and come get ya!" Shiro yelled as Ichigo pushed him towards the door. "Got it, got it," Ichigo laughed. "Be safe, berry," Shiro said as he walked towards the car. Ichigo waved to him as he watched him get into the car and drive away.

He closed the door and went to go sit down in the living room, turning on the televison so that there is some form of noise going on around him. He started to think about this morning's conversation with Shinji. His mind started to wonder about what he would do if Grimmjow did tell him he still loved him. He wasn't sure if he loved Grimmjow but he couldn't stop the how good he felt when he was around him. That feeling coming back when he was near him last night. Ichigo wanted to know when it started. When did those feeling of hate and rivalry turn into something so passionate? He hated thinking about him now. Not because he hated him as much as he said he did, but because he was in a relationship and it was wrong.

He wouldn't want to do to Shuuhei what Grimmjow did to him. He didn't love Shuuhei but he was happy with him and he could see their relationship going somewhere. Of course he could do with the not hiding so many secrets but he couldn't talk. A few minutes passed of Ichigos self-loathing and he was brought out of it when the doorbell rang. He got up and grabbed his keys and wallet off of the kitchen counter and made his way to the door, sliding his sneakers on. He opened the door to be greeted by a man who looked like he's been beat up. Ichigo's smile fell.

"What the fuck happened?!" Ichigo yelled. He quickly put his keys and his wallet in his pockets and lifted up his hands to gently rub his thumb against the tape that was on Shuuheis face. Said man let out a small life. "This isn't funny. Who did this to you?" Ichigo said, worry clear in his tone. Shuuhei lifted up his hands to grab onto Ichigos. "Babe, don't worry about it. I'm fine. Had a little problem with work this morning but its fine. The cuts not deep. I'm fine," Shuuhei reassured. Ichigo looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Come on, can we go? I haven't seen you for a while and I don't want to spend the day talking about how much my job sucks," Shuuhei pouted moving in to kiss Ichigo on the lips. Ichigo let Shuuhei peck him on the lips and sighed. "Fine. But I'm not buying the whole I'm okay act," Ichigo yielded. He turned around, taking his keys out of his pocket and locked the door. Shuuhei took his hand and walked off to his car, a dark grey 2016 Ford Mustang. They got into the car and drove off to have their date, unbeknownst to the black 2015 Nissan Sentra following a few long meters behind them as they turned the corner.

So what did you guys think? I bet you already knew how this was gonna go down. You guys are so smart. I'll try and have Chapter 4 up soon. I have to get ready to go back to college so I'll be somewhat busy. Plus project diva comes out tomorrow and I will be playing it. Please leave me some review and feedback. I would love to hear your guys opinion and what you think. Until next time!

Cious~