Ah, well then. Here is chapter 4. Faster than expected yes? Thank you all for the wonderful reviews and I am happy that the length of the last chapter is to your satisfaction. I'm pretty pleased with the length myself and I'll make sure to cut it when it's at least 14 pages. I want to say thank you for all my new followers of the story and thank you for all the new favs. Ya'll the real MVP.

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Warnings: Rated M for Mature. Cursing is involved. And some boy on boy lovin' but that won't be for a while. So if ya don't like, scram. Some OOCness, hopefully not too much. Eh, I think that's it for this chapter.

So please do enjoy

Saturday Morning (Aizen)

Aizen walked out of the medical ward after teaching Shuuhei a little lesson, Tousen following behind him. Everyone who was in the hallway, coming in or out, moved out of Aizens way not wanting to be his personal punching bag. Aizen walked towards the elevator and pressed the up button.

"Aizen-Dono. We were able to seal the deal with the Yukimuras. They paid 1 million yen for 300 bags of the Hogyoku," A young man said as he made his way towards Aizen, bowing down to him. Just like everyone in the building, he wore a white suit. His hair spiked in the back with a long braid going down his back. "Rise," Was all Aizen said before he got into the elevator. The young man stood straight, his gold bright eyes gazing upon his master. He followed him onto the elevator along with Tousen. Tousen pressed the button to the top floor and stepped back. "You'll also be pleased to hear that we were able to take care of your little failure. Jerome is no longer alive. His lackeys are being taken care of as we speak," The young man smiled as he put his hands in his pocket.

"Is that right? Why thank you for the wonderful news Ggio," Aizen said. "Jerome was one of the worst people to work with, but he was needed to find out whether the Hogyoku worked the way I wanted them to,"

"Were they satisfactory?" Tousen asked as they stepped out of the elevator after it rang, letting them know they've reached their floor. "Oh it was okay. It can be better. The Hogyoku is our gateway to rule Japan. The more people we have addicted to it the easier it will be to wield their minds to my liking. Then once we have the lower civilians we make our way up, getting hold of cops and using them to our advantage. That's why Shuuhei is important in my equation. When he graduates from the academy he'll be our gateway to get close to the police force," Aizen chuckled to himself as they left the elevator and walked towards the only door on the floor.

"I see, that is why you let me keep him around,"

"But of course. If he had no use to me I would have disposed of him long ago," Aizen said as he walked into the room and went straight to sit, the other two in the room standing in front of his desk. "And after I have that power I'll teach those wonderful friends of mine that my way was the right way," Aizen leaned forward and laid his head on his hands.

"So what's the plan Aizen-Dono?" Ggio spoke up.

"If I make another move on his son, Emory will know it was me. It's been about 20 years after that little incident and I have no whereabouts of Isshin, Kisuke and that damn Yoruichi. I know if I find one of them the other two will show up since they usually kept in touch. They've been off the radar for quite some time. And they are doing a good job of keeping it that way. So the only option is to attack Emory but that is out of the question at the moment. But if I can find a way to get close to them without them noticing,"

"Mah, then why not send someone they don't know so they can pretend ta be all buddy buddy with 'em?" A smooth yet silent voice resonated throughout the room. Aizen looked up at the perpetrator as the other two looked around to see who could have got in without making a sound.

In front of the door stood two males. One short, no taller than 5'6. He had white skin, yet a bit more color to his than Shiros, his eyes a piercing, soulless green that were slit, giving him the image of a cat, maybe even a bat. He had short shabby black hair and greenish teal lines that descended from the lower part of his eyes. He had a laptop in one hand, and wore a black hoodie that hugged his small petite figure. His legs were being covered by a really dark blue that can play off as black washed up jeans that were tucked into his black combat boots. Next to him was a tall man that stood about 6'1 feet. His tall and thin figure, and a bit of sharp features gave the man a very skeletal appearance. His short hair was an abnormal silver, the light giving it an extra shine. His eyes were narrowed to slits and a mocking smile was plastered on his face, giving him the appearance of a fox. He had his hands in his grey dress pant pockets, his shirt being a dark grey dress shirt, unbuttoned at the wrist.

"Gin, Ulquiorra. When did you two get back?" Aizen asked, leaning back in his chair to properly look at the two who have walked in without making a single sound.

"Mah, we got in just now. Not even a hello?" Gin mocked. "What did you hear?" Aizen asked, ignoring Gins comment. "Heard most a the conversation," Gin said as he walked up to the desk. Ulquiorra stayed near the door. "If ya really wanna hit 'em hard ya gotta get close to them first. Make em believe you're their buddy, and then when they trust ya the most ya go in for the kill," Gins suggested as his smile grew wider, showing his perfect pearl white teeth.

"That won't be possible. If you got close to Emory's boy he'll know right away. It would have to be one of the boys' friend. You get close to them, you'll be able to watch Grimmjow from far away. We need to take him out first. If Emory doesn't have a successor, taking him out afterwards will be like a calm walk in the park," Aizen sighed as he leaned forward once again.

"Ulquiorra," Aizen looked up and squinted at the man in the back. "Yes, Aizen-Dono," Ulquiorra silently answered with his already hushed voice. "How was Italy?"

"Transporting illegal inventory to Italy was a challenge,"

"Nothing you couldn't handle," Aizen stated.

"No, I was able to change the images on the x-rays when I went through airport security. I was able to hand them off to Dordoni. He sends his appreciation. I checked the bank to make sure that he transferred the money," Ulquiorra started explaining.

"And everything was in order?"

"Yes sir. The 10 thousand dollars were transferred a few hours after the exchange. I had no problems with them. Dordoni told me to tell you that he looks forward to his next supply,"

"That man is so stupid. Paying me that amount for some counterfeit drugs. They are so used to having fakes they can't even tell what the real ones look like. How I love doing business with idiots," Aizen chuckled to himself. "You did good Ulquiorra. Expect a raise. You can take the rest of the week off. I don't want to see you back here until next Saturday understand?" Aizen smiled.

"Understood," Ulquiorra bowed before walking out of the room.

"I'm such a lucky man to have such a smart member on my team,"

"Mah, then what does that mean bout the rest of us?" Gin chuckled. "Tousen, Ggio. Leave," Aizen demanded. Ggio quickly bowed and walked fast towards the door, not wanting to be at the end of Aizens anger for disobeying. Tousen hesitated, not wanting to leave Aizen alone with Gin who was known to be unpredictable. "Are you going to disobey me?" the brunette squinted at Tousen. Tousen hesitantly bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"What have you learned?"

"The Hogyoku is more dangerous than we thought. The results different for each user," Gin started as he reached behind him. He took out a folder that were tucked inside of his dress pants. His shirt hiding it from everyone. He threw the file onto to the desk, some papers escaping and scattering around the table.

Aizen picked up the closest to him, a picture of a young girl with long curly ash purple hair was on the corner. Her eyes were a dark grey and she wore circular glasses. The name written next to it was Haruko. It read that when she had a dose of the drug she started to hear voices and she replied to each of them. When taken off the drug she begged them for more. When asked why, she said that she finally didn't feel lonely. She was finally able to make friends. The scientist believed that she was seeing hallucinations of people she wanted to be in her life but couldn't for whatever reason. After they gave her another dose she thanked them for bringing her friends back. At one point they heard screaming then severe crying. Then silence. When they went to check up on her they found her hanging by the bed covers from a water pipe that led outside. She left a note saying that she apologizes for making her friends angry. There were a lists of names on the paper and when they went to find these people they found out that none of them even knew who she was, but they did go to the same school.

Aizen put the paper down and picked up the next file. It showed a male with brown ruffled up hair. He had sharp brown eyes and freckles attacked his cheeks. His name read Hashigami. His case was different. Instead of hallucinating, he believed that he was strong. The Hogyoku made him believe that he was invincible and he would try to lift things three times his weight. To the scientist surprise, two out of five times he would be able to lift it. He would work out when he was on the drug but when the drug wore out he would crash. Just like Haruko, Hashigami begged for more. Saying that he finally felt strong, that he can finally take on the world and destroy those who belittled him. This one managed to stay alive but the scientist don't know for how long. Aizen hummed in acknowledgement and put the paper down. After reading those two files he had a theory about what the drugs were doing.

He picked up another file to see if his suspicions were right. This file had a picture of a young girl in her teen years. She had black hair in a bob cut and her eyes were squinted but not enough to hide her black eyes that showed nothing but sorrow. Her name read Kyoko Haida. Her case was different because instead of leaving her in a room they decided to let her continue communicating with people. When asked what she wanted most in the world she answered freedom. I see the scientist came to the same conclusion, Aizen thought to himself then continued to read. The scientist explained that she can have her freedom if she were to take the Hogyoku. The only catch is that she told no one about it. She took it and went home that day, being followed by one of the female scientist pretending to be one of her friends from school. When they went up to her room the female scientist made sure to tell Kyoko that she should only take one of the Hogyoku.

Kyoko didn't listen and took multiples, to the scientist amazement. When asked why she did it, Kyoko answered that she wanted her freedom now. At that her parents came home and yelled for her to come downstairs. After a few minutes the scientist could hear them arguing and noted that her relationship with her parents is probably what lead her to wanting her freedom. After a while Kyoko started yelling and then there was silence. The door swung open and Kyoko walked in, blood stating her school uniform. The scientist asked if she was able to find what she was looking for and Kyoko's only answer was yes as she proceeded to take another pill of the Hogyoku. The scientist conducted that the Hogyoku works fast if taken in multiple doses, her other test subjects were only given one and it took about 30 minutes for the effects to kick in. Kyoko was still alive and working with the scientist. They made sure to erase everything and anything about her family, making it as if they never existed.

Aizen put the paper down and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Gin just watched, amusement plastered on his face. "This is great. I never thought the Hogyoku could reach such lengths but this is much better than I anticipated," Aizen continued to chuckle, hovering his hand over his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. His laughter was slowly coming to a halt and he removed his hand and looked at the ceiling. "Eh, whatcha mean?" Gins asked, as he crossed his arms. "The Hogyoku gives people want they want the most. Meaning that if we use it strategically taking over all of Japan will be easier than we thought," Aizen answered as he looked at Gin. Aizen hated that Gin was so hard to read with his squinted eyes and mocking grin but he kept him around because he was a very skilled assassin and the man was good when it came to finding out information. At the information bit Aizen remembered what had recently took place this morning with Shuuhei.

"You've met Shuuhei Hisagi, yes? Tousens underling?" Aizen started.

"A few times. I think he might be more of a loyal puppy than Tousen," Gin cackled.

"Then I need you to do a little job for me,"

Gin tilted his head to the side.

"Find out who his little lover is,"

::+::

Saturday night 6pm (Shiro)

Shiro just passed the gate to the Jeagerjaquezs estate after ringing them up saying who he was. I knew Grimm-kitty was rich but this is ridiculous, He complained to no one in particular as he saw the exterior of the house. He pulled into the driveway and turned off his car. He opened the car door and stepped out looking at the house in front of him. He closed the door and made his way to the front of the house and was greeted by a bubbly Nel. "Shiro! I'm so glad you could make it! But where's Itsygo?" She cried looking around Shiro frantically. "Had to take a rain check. He already had plans and ya know how he is with his promises," Shiro sighed as he tapped Nels head. "Said he was sorry," Shiro smiled apologetically.

Nel gave him a small smile and shook her head. "Nah, it's okay. I just thought it would be nice to hang out with him is all. You look good by the way! Come inside!" She finally said as she moved to the side, making space for Shiro as he made his way in. "Thanks. I do try to impress," He laughed. Nel closed the door and grabbed Shiros hand after he took off his shoes and walked off into the house passing the black ivory stairs that led to the second floor. She stopped walking when she reached the living room. Shit, this place can fit my and Ichis room, Shiro thought to himself. A bit overwhelmed by how big the inside of their house was.

Emory, who was sitting on the black Nockeby, a two seat sofa with a chaise lounge on the right, turned around when he heard them walk in. He smiled and stood up walking towards him. "Shiro! I'm glad you could make it. And what of your brother?" The tall man said as he stopped in front of Shiro, shaking his hand when Shiro held it out. "Berry had already made plans and he doesn't like goin' back on 'em," Shiro answered, Emory letting go of Shiros hand a bit disappointed. "Ah, what a shame. I was hoping to get to know the two of you. But at least you were able to show up. Come take a seat," Emory chipped as he walked back towards the couch. "Grimmy is upstairs taking a shower. He just woke up a while ago," Nel stated as she sat down next to her father who threw his arms over her shoulder and leaned back on the couch. "Ack!" Nel yelled in surprise but made no motion to move.

"The big oaf is already up an runnin'?" Shiro asked. He knew that nothing could keep him down but he thought a gunshot could do the job. "We Jeagerjaquez are known for never staying in bed too long," Emory laughed. "I told Grimmy to stay in bed, but you know how he never listens," Nel sighed. "But enough about Grimmy! How are you? How's college? How are your sisters?! Are you in a relationship yet?" Nel asked away, catching her breath when she was finished bombarding Shiro with questions. "Don't attack our guest with so many questions Nelliel. You might scare him away," A wonderful voice came from the door that led to the kitchen. The group on the couch turned to see that Elizabeth was there with some drinks for them. Nnoitra at her side holding some snacks.

"Mom, Its only Shiro. He won't leave even if you ask him to," Nel giggled. "I'm not that bad," Shiro sulked. "Not bad. Terrible," Nnoitra grinned from the back. "You shut the hell up, toothpick. I should have known that you were here too. Just my freakin' luck," Shiro complained, minding his words so he doesn't curse in front of the older beautiful women in the room. If Ichigo was here he would be proud of me, Shiro thought to himself. Nnoitra just laughed and followed Elizabeth to the couch and placed the snacks on top of the ivory coffee table in front of them. Elizabeth doing the same with the drinks.

Shiro stood up when she approached him. Instead of going for his held out hand, Elizabeth pulled him into a hug. Shiro was shocked at first but then calmed down when he remembered what his mother's hugs felt like. He hugged her back and after about 20 seconds they pulled away from each other. "I'm the mother of the house. My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me whatever you want! It's so nice to see a new face around here! You're so handsome. I thought there were going to be two of you? Could the other one not make it? Is he sick? Did he not want to come? When was the last time you had a decent meal, your so skinny!" Elizabeth huffed after the last sentenced.

"Yer complaining about Nel asking too many questions and ya go and do the same thing," Nnoitra sighed. Emory couldn't help but chuckled at the fact that Nel and Elizabeth were so much alike, yet so different. Shiro was caught off guard at all the questions but then burst into laughter. He couldn't help but think Nels mother was freaking cute. "You two take the saying "Like mother, like daughter" to a whole new level!" Shiro continued to laugh. Elizabeth let out a few giggles, which was being followed by Nel.

"I'm Shiro. You can call me whatever you want too. Thank you. Yer very beautiful yerself. My younger twin brother was s'pose to come but he already had plans made. He's perfectly healthy. And it's been a while since we had some home cook meal since we don't like with the family. We go to college here so we had to leave 'em in Karakura," Shiro answered as his laughter died down. "I see, what a shame your brother couldn't come. I hope he'll stop by another day," Elizabeth smiled. "So the berry's not coming at all? Grimm will probably go find him," Nnoitra spoke as he stole one of the macaroons off the plate. "Well if he does go to look for Ichi he'll be in for a lot of hurt," Shiro cackled.

"The fuck do you mean by that?" A gruff voice spoke as they entered the room. "Waka, watch your language in front of your mother," Starrk sighed from beside him. They looked towards the doorway that lead to the hallway and saw Grimmjow standing there with a towel over his head. His chest bare, the gauze wrapped around his abdomen, a set of ripped blue skinny jeans hugging his legs nicely. Shiro stared Grimmjow down and Grimmjow scowled right back.

"You know what I mean. Or shall I remind you about what you did?" Shiro threatened. "Ah, wait wait!" Nel said removing herself from her fathers' side and getting up and holding her hands out in front of Shiro who took a step forward. "No fighting! We can talk about this like grown adults!" Nel cried.

The adults in the room looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Nel, why don't you come help me in the kitchen. You too Starrk. I could use your advice on what spices to use," Elizabeth said as she grabbed Nels hand and scurried to the kitchen, Nel protesting on the way there. Starrk didn't say a word as he headed towards the kitchen. Emory stood up and looked at Nnoitra, not having to say anything because he knew he'd understand. Nnoitra let out a sigh as he followed Emory who was heading outside to the poolside, slightly closing the door behind them enough so that it looks completely closed.

After everyone was gone, Shiro and Grimmjow continued to look at each other. Tired of the stare down that was getting them nowhere, Grimmjow decided to finally talk.

"Where's the berry? I would think he would come too," Grimmjow said as he slowly approached Shiro, being careful of the distance. He knew Shiro would probably try to punch him or hurt him in any way possible, so keeping a distance seemed like a smart idea.

"He's out with his boyfriend. Jealous Ichi picked him over you? Must really hurt your ego," Shiro mocked as he tilted his head to the side and grinned at the blunette. Grimmjow answered him with a death stare and a scowl, Shiros grin becoming wider. "What the fuck is your problem?" Grimmjow grunted as he took the towel off his head, his teal strands pushed back with a few escaping onto his forehead. "My problem is you. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"I'm Grimmjow fucking Jeagerjaquez," Grimmjow answered with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Shiro just shook his head and threw himself down on the sofa. Grimmjow took that chance to sit at the opposite end. They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Shiro spoke up.

"Yer a fucking jerk. Do you really think you can waltz into Ichis life again as if nothing really happened?" Shiro asked, his elbows on his knees as he looked straight at Grimmjow. "In all honesty that was the plan, but it seems there's a little setback since the berry has a little friend-" "Don't," Shiro cut him off. "Don't?" Grimmjow repeated.

"This isn't a fucking game, Jeagerjaquez. Don't think just 'cause yer back means everythings fine. Because it ain't," Shiro spat. His anger raiding by the second. "You left right after telling Ichigo ya loved him. Do ya know what that shit does to a person? What that makes 'em think? Has it ever crossed your mind what Ichigo had to go through 'cause a you?!" Shiro yelled standing up, his golden orbs glaring down at Grimmjow once again, his fist at his sides. Grimmjow was taken aback by Shiros yelling but he didn't let him see it. "It wasn't my fucking fault! My mom just said out of nowhere that we were going back to Germany. I lost my phone on the way so there was no way I could get in touch with you guys!" Grimmjow yelled back, not liking the way Shiro was putting the blame on him.

"It doesn't fucking matter whose fault it is! The problem here is that you left and you didn't even try to contact us!" Shiro yelled once again.

This time Grimmjow showed his shock, his eyes widening at Shiros statement. He took a minute to realize that Shiro said 'us' instead of just Ichigo. He was speechless and didn't know what to say at that moment. "Shiro…" was all he could muster up. "Don't say my name ya fucking piece of shit! Ya didn't try to call us! Ya didn't try to text us! From those five fucking years ya couldn't take one day and come visit us?! Show us that you and Nel weren't dead in a ditch somewhere?! When Nel suddenly texted us we felt a huge weight lift off our shoulders! But that doesn't mean that what happened didn't happen!" He started.

"Ya knew Ichi loved you! You were his world! After ya left it literary came crumbling down! He got into fights all the fucking time! He didn't eat! He didn't talk to anyone! It's like he wasn't even there! The last time I saw him like that was when-" he cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. He dropped down onto the couch, lifting his hands up to his face and propping his elbows on his legs, letting him lean over. "Shit," Was all he said before wiping his hands over his face. He glared at the floor, his anger slowly fading and turning into fear. Grimmjow just looked down at him, not knowing what to do, what to say. He sat down on the couch again and decided to wait for Shiro to calm down and speak up again.

Shiro's phone vibrated and he took it out of his pocket to see that he got a message from Ichigo telling him that he just finished watching the movie in the Akihabara Arcade Movie Theater. He placed his phone on the table, looking up at Grimmjow after. "The last time I saw him like that was when our mother passed away," Shiro squinted. Grimmjow stayed silent. He knew that their mother had passed away but neither of them ever talked about it. So if Shiro wanted to get this off his chest then it will only be right to listen. "When we were seven, Ichi and mom went out to go buy some groceries at the supermarket in Karakura square. All I remember is that they've been gone for a good while and it started raining, then the phone started ringing. Pops picked it up and then just ran out the house," Shiro started, his eyes down casted towards his phone.

"Do ya know how scary it is? Being left alone with yer little sisters for hours on end, not knowin' when they were comin' back? And when they finally did come home ya see the sadness and despair in yer brothers' lifeless body. My dad was trying to keep it together but we all knew he was fucked up. Ichi was covered in blood. But he wasn't hurt. But to find out that mom was shot, our light just disappeared. 'Parently she was already dead when they got there. Ichi was underneath her and no one was around. Ichigo was always the most emotional out of the both of us and he took that shit hard. He wouldn't eat, sleep. He wouldn't do anything. It didn't help that he kept blamin' himself," Shiro sighed. "He would leave and come back in the dead a night. I knew he was still hurting, even after six, seven years. He pretended ta be better but we knew better. And it killed me 'cause I didn't know what to do. So when he turned back to that helpless state again, I hated you. I hated you so fucking much," He said as he leaned forward onto his hands again, covering his eyes. "We worked so fucking hard to make Ichigo happy and ya came in and fucked it all up like it was nothing. He said he hated ya too but we all knew that was a lie. He loved you so much, probably still does," He finished.

The room was silent. The air heavy after Shiros story. Grimmjow was now looking at the floor. Guilt written all over his face. He didn't know that it was that hard on them. Since they were kids they were fighting to be happy. And when they finally were able to move on, Grimmjow fucked it up. Grimmjow let out a shaky breath. "The reason he didn't want ta come today is because he felt like if he were to hear yer explanation and find out ya still love him, his resolve would crumble. He's happy in his relationship and he wouldn't want to hurt the guys feelings," Shiro added as an afterthought. The room grew quiet again.

Grimmjow stood up and made his way towards Shiro, taking a seat next to him. Shiro looked at him from the corners of his eyes, the hate not as strong as before. "I'm sorry," Grimmjow said while looking into his eyes. Shiro could tell that he meant it since he was very good at reading peoples emotions. The albino let out a shaky breath and leaned back on the couch. "It's not me ya should be apologizin' to, Blue," Shiro whispered underneath his breath. Grimmjow couldn't help but feel a little relieved when Shiro called him by his old nickname, showing that maybe everything could be patched up with due time.

Nel was on the floor of the kitchen being held by her mother. She was crying her heart out feeling somewhat of the guilt for not giving Grimmjow Ichigos number. If she had known that all that was going on while they were still talking she would have gave it to him in a heartbeat. Elizabeth stood up after some time and got back to making dinner, determined to make a meal that Shiro will enjoy. One filled with the love of a mother. Starrk was leaning next to the entrance of that linked the living room and the kitchen, watching Shiro and Grimmjow catch up on other matters. After that whole revelation it's good that the two are having a normal chat. They definitely need it.

Emory was smoking a cigarette, looking at the sky, Nnoitra beside him leaning on the window. Emory had no idea that Masaki had passed away. He hasn't been in touch with Isshin for over 20 something years. To find out that he was raising more than two kids all by himself was a shock. But he gave Isshin his respect because the two that he's met were beautiful. He thought of Ichigo and saw the resemblance he had towards his mother. He wondered if they knew who had killed Masaki. If not then he was going to do a little investigation. Since he owes it to the man for always being there for him when he needed him.

I'll make sure to watch over them for you while they are here, Emory thought to himself. He put out his cigarette after the last drag and thought that he should go visit his friend sometime soon.

::+::

Ichigo just finished texting Shiro that he and Shuuhei just got out of the movie theater. They decided to watch a horror movie where there are parasites in the yogurt and they eat your face off after you eat. The main character, Joey and his friends being the ones having to stop this yogurt from doing what it does. Ichigo believed that the movie was so bad, it was good. He also believed that this movie gives imagination a new name. He didn't really focus much on the movie since Shuuhei kept trying to make passes at him, and they ended up making out through most of it. When they weren't making out Ichigos mind couldn't help but wonder about Shiro. Was he having fun? Did he feel out of place? Were they treating him well? Did he get to talk to Grimmjow? Did they fight? Did they make up? All these questions were going through his head that at some point he started to regret not going, but reminded himself why he didn't when Shuuhei did something.

They were walking around for a bit just talking about whatever came to mind, laughing here and there. Ichigo kept feeling like someone was following them but whenever he tilted his head to the side to check he didn't see anyone suspicious so he let it go. He's had that feeling since he left the house but there was nothing or no one out of place. Something Shuuhei said brought him out of his thoughts.

"You hungry?" Shiro said as he stopped walking.

"What?" Ichigo said as he stopped as well, confused as he turned to look at Shuuhei who had an amused smirk on his face. "Your stomach. It was growling. So I'm assuming you're hungry," Shuuhei answered, laughing a bit when Ichigos face started turning red with embarrassment. "Eh? Really? Uh, well, yea, I guess I am hungry," Ichigo stuttered. "You are something else," Shuuhei laughed as he started walking again, Ichigo following a step behind him. "What do you want to eat?"

"Not sure," Ichigo answered, his head tilting to the side when he felt someone staring again. "Hey, Shuuhei,"

Shuuhei turned around to look at Ichigo as he continued talking. "Don't you feel like someone is following us or something? I've felt like I've been at the end of someone stares and it's starting to get on my nerves," Ichigo complained as he squinted at the floor. When Shuuhei didn't answer he looked up and saw that Shuuhei was looking behind him, a bit of shock in his eyes. He turned his head, wondering what he was looking at and was not expecting to see who he saw. The figure walked closer and stopped in front of Ichigo, who was staring at him confusedly.

"G-Grimmjow?!" Ichigo yelled, honestly not believing for the second time that the person in front of him was the big bigot he always got in a fight with. "Hey berry," Grimmjow answered with a smirk on his face. Ichigo had turned back to Shuuhei and saw that he was looking at Grimmjow like he knew him. That made him confused since not once has he ever brought up Grimmjows name around him. Ichigo put aside his confusion to yell at Grimmjow for a whole other reason. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You were shot! You shouldn't be walking around! You should be lying in bed!" Ichigo hissed at the man in front of him. "Yea well I really needed to talk to you so here I am. Speaking of which, I was not expecting this guy to be the one you're going out with. I expected so much from you," Grimmjow sighed.

"W-What?! It's not only about looks you know! How did you even find me?" Ichigo retorted but then realized something last minute. "Wait, you know Shuuhei?"

"When I went to go apply to the University I'll be attending while I'm here I saw this guy there talking on the phone. To think he was talking to you. And I took a peak at Shiros phone. By the way I knew the guy was fat but how long has it been since he ate. We won't even be having left overs," Grimmjow laughed. Ichigo couldn't believe that he was having a normal conversation with Grimmjow. At least normal for them. He thought that maybe he would shut down, all those emotions from before hitting him at once but he was proud of himself for not acting like a mad school girl. He was also shocked at the fact that starting next school year, Grimmjow will be going to the same school as him.

Shuuhei was staring at them, wondering how in the hell could his target be up and about so fast. And even worse, how the fuck did he know Ichigo. The fact that he didn't spare him another glance means that Grimmjow wasn't able to see him last night. He coughed, and Ichigo turned to him, giving him all of his attention. "Babe, who is this?" Shuuhei said as he stared up at Grimmjow who was looking at him, clear hatred in his eyes. Ichigo looked at him as if he grew a second head. Ichigo didn't know why but he suddenly felt like Shuuhei was dangerous. He looked at him for a few more seconds, squinting his eyes in suspicion.

"Uh, this is Grimmjow. He, uh, is a friend of mine?" Ichigo looked at the floor, wondering why he was suddenly stuttering. Could I call him a friend? Is that what we still are? Ex-friends maybe? Ichigo thought to himself. He shook his head, removing any thoughts that would appear about the blue head next to him. "Why do you sound uncertain?" Shuuhei bit. Ichigo looked at Shuuhei again. Where was this tone coming from? Ichigo thought. He never heard this tone from Shuuhei. Is he mad? He thought to himself when Shuuhei kept giving Grimmjow the side eye. He decided to leave the matter alone for a sec and turned back to Grimmjow who was returning the glare right back at Shuuhei.

"Seriously, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be having dinner with Shiro and your family?" Ichigo said taking a few steps back so that he was standing next to Shuuhei. "Funny story, you see when I saw little whitey he blew up on me. He was super angry. Like "I just found out my favorite band is playing and the tickets are sold out"angry. All that pent up anger just came flying out. I knew your brother was crazy but damn, I thought he would pick up the table at one point and throw it at me." Grimmjow started.

"You mean he didn't?" Ichigo asked, his eyebrows lifting in shock.

"Right? Anyway. I fucked up. I know now that I fucked up bad. I might have left and all but I could still have tried to contact you. Shiro told me everything that happened," Grimmjow said the last part quietly. Ichigo looked down at the floor. He was about to speak up but stopped when a hand wrapped around one of his biceps.

"What the fuck? Ichigo what the hell is going on here? Is he really just a friend?" Shuuhei glared down at Ichigo. Ichigo looked at him then turned back to Grimmjow and back to meet Shuuheis irritated stare. "Yea, he's just a friend. One I haven't seen in five years. He suddenly left with no word as to where he was going. And now he's back," Ichigo replied with a bit of hate. Remembering why he should be angry with him. Shuuhei tightened his grip, he knew that he wasn't one to talk since he was basically in an open long distance relationship, but the thought of Ichigo two timing him was fucked up since he didn't like being played with, which was very hypocritical of him. He didn't think the berry could do that, but there was obviously something going on between the two. Not only that, Ichigo probably doesn't even know about Grimmjows job. If he made a scene here, word would get back to Aizen somehow and just the fact that he was here with his target was a code red. If and when Aizen finds out he won't stop asking questions and then he'll have his head.

Shuuhei was brought out of his thought when his hand was suddenly being grabbed and removed from Ichigos bicep. "Did you not hear him?" Grimmjow grunted. Shuuhei looked up at Grimmjow then at Ichigo to see him rubbing his bicep. His arm having a red hand print. Shuuhei snatched his arm away. "Listen, I don't know what the fuck is going on but you better state your business then leave," Shuuhei threatened. Grimmjow looked at him, considering the options then shrugged. "Fine," he answered as he turned back to Ichigo.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," Grimmjow said as he turned to face him. Ichigo kept looking at the floor, not liking how Grimmjow said his full name. The last time he said his full name was five years ago. Right before he confessed.

"Shiro and I made up. But he made me realize something," Grimmjow started. Ichigo had lifted up his head and looked at Grimmjow with a questioning look. "I regret not taking you with me. That night I should have gone to your house and dragged you with me. I probably would have taken Shiro too. You two are important to me. Shiro like a brother and you like, well…." Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck while his cheeks were being covered by a hint of pink, the shop lights making them known. Ichigo was now staring at Grimmjow, not believing that he was going to say what he might say. Ichigo didn't emotionally prepare himself for this and in all honesty he didn't want to hear it right now. Not when Shuuhei was still here, listening.

"Those five years were hell for me. All I could ever think of was you, dream about you. I wanted to see you so bad and I don't know why I didn't at least come to visit you once. That was stupid of me," The blunette started again.

No. Stop….

"But being apart from you only made me realize my feeling for you even more,"

Please, stop talking…..

"I might have slept around a few times, but every time I was with them, I could only think about how it would feel if it was you,"

I'm begging you, stop….

"After making up with Shiro he told me that it might take a while for you to forgive me for what I've done but living a life without you in it is pure torture and I had to deal with it for 5 years. I don't want that anymore,"

Don't say it

"I know you're in a relationship and all but I just feel like I had to let you know,"

PLEASE DON'T SAY IT!

"Ichigo,"

STOP!

"I still love you," Grimmjow finished.

Ichigos eyes were widened, his frame shaking. He looked over to Shuuhei to see clear hatred in his eyes. Who they were for he wasn't sure. But he was sure that his heart was beating fast. He wasn't prepared. He wasn't ready. He wanted to know if the oaf still loved him, but he wanted to be prepared, wanted to know about his options, wanted to know how he felt about him first before they got to that stage. But at that moment Ichigo knew he fucked up. Bad. He looked at Grimmjow once more and knew how badly he had fucked up when he flashed that loving smile Ichigo knew all too well.

I'm still in love with you too…..

"I can't…" Ichigo whispered underneath his breath, shaking his head to the side.

"Figured as much," Grimmjow sighed. Ichigo looked up at him, shock clearly written on his face. He was staring at Grimmjow, who had the sweetest smile, remembering all the times they used to laugh together. "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on you," Grimmjow said as he lightly kissed Ichigo on the forehead, slipping his hand into his pocket. Grimmjow whispered something into his ear then moved away. "Call me anytime," he said as he turned around to Shuuhei who looked like he was ready to burst.

"If I find out your treating him bad in anyway, I'll kill you," Grimmjow threatened before turning on his heel and walking back the way he came.

Shuuhei looked at his retreating form. He turned to look at Ichigo who looked tired, but he could also see a glance of happiness in his eyes. "What did he say?"

"….He said …"I'm sorry"…." Ichigo replied as he touched his forehead. Shuuhei squinted at him. "Come on, let's get you something to eat, then I'll take you home. You can explain all this crap to me another day…." Shuuhei sighed as he grabbed his hand and started walking.

Ichigo was shocked that Shuuhei didn't want an explanation right now, but honestly he was fine with not explaining it at all.

::+::

Gin was sitting in his black 2016 ford mustang. A few feet away from the house Shuuhei was supposed to be making an appearance. Gin had gone to Ulquiorra, asking the man of he could hack Shuuheis emails and find out where he was going tonight. He was able to find the address of the place where he was to meet someone, but told him that the information for the person he was going to meet was blocked. Gin found it odd that he couldn't break through, making him believe that Ulquiorra might not have wanted to give him the information. He would have to go back to him and ask some questions, not expecting any answers but he will let it go for now. It was interesting to say the least when he arrived at someones house. He saw the address of where Shuuhei lived himself so he was stuck wondering if Shuuheis lover was the one who lived in the house. He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw someone leave the house, waving back at whomever was at the front door. Gin stared at them for a while. And who is that? He thought as the albino made his way to the car. He took out his phone, swiping on the camera Icon. He zoomed in on the stranger before he got into the car, taking a few pics before he drove off in the opposite direction.

Gin sat there looking at the pictures he just took, thinking that the stranger was pretty cute. Gins never been in a relationship since his job takes up most of his time. But looking at this stranger he couldn't help but feel like he wanted to get close to him. Mah, this ain't good, Gin thought to himself. A few minutes passed by of him looking at the albinos' picture and the sound of an engine pulled him away from it. He looked at the house where the albino resided and saw that Shuuhei was making his way to the front door. It looked like someone came out when his mouth started moving and a pair of hands grabbed at his face.

Shuuhei pulled down his hand and said something else, the view of the stranger finally becoming visible when he pulled him to the car. His eyes squinted when he saw the tuff of red hair on the strangers head. Well what a surprise. Gin thought as they got into the car. He looked down at the picture and saw that they looked exactly alike and concluded that the two were twins. The pair drove off and Gin pocketed his phone, looking at the picture one more time before driving off slowly after them.

Gin was standing outside watching the couple come out of the movie theater as they started walking in the direction of the car. He had a few close calls when the red head would suddenly turn around and stare straight in his direction. He moved behind a taller man when he realized the red head was about to look back again. He had very keen senses of he could feel that someone was following him and know exactly where they might be. He felt a bit disappointed in Shuuhei because he didn 't look around once. He made his way to an alleyway, close enough to take clear pictures of them. He took a few pictures of them on his phone and was about to send them off to Aizen but stopped when a tall blunette suddenly appeared near the couple. Grimmjow? He heard the red head say. It seemed that the red head was friendly with the blunette, but Gin figured that he didn't know everything about his friend.

So his name is Shiro, Gin thought when the red head spoke his name. He thought that the name suited him well.

He saw that Shuuhei was getting angrier as time went on, even bruising the red head when he grabbed him by the arm, Grimmjow having to remove his hand before he physically ripped it off. Shuuhei had said something and then the blunette had turned to Ichigo who looked like he didn't want to make eye contact. But after saying his full name he had all of his attention. Ichigo Kurosaki…Well this is quite the turn of events… Gin said to himself, his eyes opening a bit as he looked at the group from afar, his light blue eyes staring at the red head intensely.

He could see that Ichigo was clearly distressed, if his shaking frame said anything. Shuuhei on the other hand just watched as his target, the person he was supposed to have kill confesses his love for his lover. He saw Grimmjow lean in to kiss Ichigo on the forehead after he had rejected him, slipping something into his pocket. Gin took a few more pictures before Grimmjow turned to threaten Shuuhei then leave the direction he came. He took pictures of them holding hands before letting them walk away. He walked out of the alleyway, getting a few looks from random bystanders. He flicked through all the pictures he took of them and stopped when he saw the picture he took of Shiro. He knew that if he were to send off the pictures to Aizen he would use Ichigo to his advantage. It might have been his job at the moment but the thought of something being done to the red head and Shiro got sad over it put a small damper on Gins plans. Gin sighed to himself and locked his phone, pocketing the contraption.

I got myself into quite the predicament, was the last thing he thought as he walked off towards his car. His mind preoccupied by the thoughts of a certain albino writhing underneath him.

And scene! So did you enjoy it? I got a bit emotional here and there while writing this chapter so I really hope you enjoyed it. I feel like this chapter said a lot without saying it. But I wonder how the next chapter will turn out. Anyway, please Review. I want to know what you think!

Cious~