GUYS! I'M LIKE SO SORRY! I haven't been uploading because of school and I desperately needed a new computer. But the fact that I uploaded is good news huh. There was also the fact that I genuinely didn't know how I wanted this chapter to go down but I think I figured something out. I also want to say thank you to all the new favs and follows. Ya'll the real MVP and I appreciate you greatly. But I will try yo upload as much as I can, because now I am involved with a comic that will be on Tapas. See how that goes. But I will not abandoned this story, if anything, I'll work on other stories while I do this one, because I do have a one shot in mind. :3
Anyway please enjoy the 7th chapter to Another Typical Love Story and the 8th will be yours soon.
The rest of Saturday was sitting around and doing nothing. After he was done helping Yuzu and Karin, Ichigo went upstairs to grab his phone, everything from last night coming back to hit him. He didn't hesitate to look up Shuuhei's number and block him. He was shocked at all the information but the fact that he was dating someone else was the breaking point. He despises people who cheat and do shit like this behind their backs. He would never hurt someone deliberately, especially if emotions were involved. So why would he sit there and take it from someone who doesn't even care about him in the slightest?
He wouldn't.
Ichigo felt good after blocking his number. He felt free because he no longer had to wait for someone who had no intentions of taking it seriously. But it makes him angry because he wasted 4 months, about to be 5 on this bastard. But nonetheless he felt good. He felt even better when he was reminded of the blue haired sex on legs. As much as he hated it to think about him sometimes, he was willing to give Grimmjow another shot. Of course, he wasn't going to give in right away. He was going to make the blue haired man work for it. He wasn't that easy. He looked down when his phone vibrated and saw that Grimmjow had texted him good morning. A small smile catching his lips. He was okay with this.
Sunday morning creeped in but it might have been called "Lazy day" because the Kurosaki family decided to just sit in the living room in their pajamas, veranda doors open, snack on the table, as they munched on them, watching movies through the piles of DVD that Ichigo and Shiro owned. Karin was sitting at the end of the couch, half paying attention to the movie and half playing on her handheld system. Yuzu and Ichigo were sitting next to each other, who were next to Karin. Yuzu laying her head on Ichigo's shoulder, the three of them sharing a blanket. Isshin was at the other end of the couch, his feet propped up on the mini table as he cuddled into himself with his own blanket. Shiro was sprawled out on the love seat, a pillow next to his head, and a blanket across his body. They were all, except Karin, engrossed in the movie. All of them enjoying each other's company. Ichigo admitted to himself that he enjoyed these types of days and Shiro saying out lout how he missed this. Everyone agreed that they should have a get together every month, and take turns on who gets to drive 7 hours during the summer. Next summer being Shiro and Ichigo's turn to drive.
Shiro was getting ready to doze of when his phone vibrated. He let out an aggravated moan towards the person who was stopping him from his slumber and pulled out the offensive tool. He unlocked his phone to see that he got a message from Gin. A smile appeared on Shiro's face. Ever since he woke up from his drunken state that Friday him and Gin had been texting back frequently, trying to get to know one another. Shiro really didn't care that Gin was Yakuza because if he likes someone, he likes them for who they are, not what they are. And surprisingly, even though he is Yakuza, he can tell that Gin is a very sweet guy. He might be hiding things from him, but he knows that it's for his own good. He is messing with someone dangerous.
He swiped at his phone to see what the message was about.
Gin: How are you today, Koi?
Shiro smiled more to himself. Ichigo took a quick glance at his brother and couldn't help but smile himself. Gin is the first person to make Shiro smile like that, and even though the man is dangerous it seems that he is being kind to him so he'll let the whole "I torture people for fun" thing slide. At that he also felt a bit guilty because he hasn't told Shiro about him talking to Gin that one night. He doesn't know if he should, since he didn't want to ruin anything between them. But the thing he wants to tell him the most is that when he looked into Gins eyes he remembers seeing them that night. He knew if he were to say something it will make Shiro feel some type of way and he doesn't want him questioning Gin over a small speculation that could perhaps, is what he wants to believe, had been his imagination. For now, he'll keep that information to himself and as much as he hates it, he'll have to force himself to recollect what happened that night.
Shiro had sent off a text saying that he was alright and that he was just having a lazy Sunday with his family.
Gin: That's good to hear, But I need to talk to you. Can you step into another room where no one can hear you?
Shiro looked at his phone quizzically. But he knew not to question it. Shiro silently got up and placed the blanket that was covering him onto the couch.
"Where are you going Shiro-nii?" Yuzu asked, with a small yawn as her hand came up to cover her mouth.
"Need ta take a piss" Shiro smiled as he made his way upstairs to the bathroom. No one saw anything wrong with that so they let it be as they turned their eyes back to the movie.
Shiro walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. With his phone still in his hand, he texted Gin telling him that he was somewhere he could talk in private.
A few seconds later his phone started to vibrate and he quickly picked up already knowing who it was.
"Gin" Shiro whispered as he sat on the toilet cover.
"Koi. Are you sure no one can hear you?"
"Positive. Everyone is downstairs. The bathroom is the farthest place from the living room."
"Good. Now listen. I can't have you asking questions so just listen to what I'm about to tell you and do as I say."
Shiro stayed silent for a second not licking the way Gin sounded. He let out a shaky sigh. "Ok…"
"Shuuhei is headed to your house as we speak and he's there to get you and Ichigo. You guys need to keep low. If there is someone in the house that can help you, then make them send him away." Gin explained.
Shiro really wanted to ask why the hell that bastard was heading towards his house. And why in the hell was he there to get them both, but he remembered Gins earlier warning and held his tongue. "Fine," Shiro let out a bit more bitterly than expected. "I know you want to know the details but-"
"I know!" Shiro yelled, but not loud enough for the others to hear, his body rising from the toilet seat. He breathed in a bit to calm himself down. "I know…" Shiro said quietly this time. "I'll do what I can and I'll call you if anything…" Shiro sighed.
"I know this is frustrating but…This is the only way I know I can show you I care," Gin said. "Yea, I'll call you if anything…" Shiro said as he sat back down on the toilet seat. "Be safe, Koi,"
"…You too," was all Shiro could say before he heard the dial tone indicating that Gin had hung up. He sighed to himself, his hand rustling through his ash white spikes. He got up and flushed the toilet, turned on the sink and quickly turned it back off. He unlocked the bathroom door and headed back down. Ichigo looked up at him.
"You okay? You looked terrible," Ichigo commented, one of his eyebrows rising in concern.
"I'm good. Hey Dad can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?" Shiro asked, not waiting for an answer as he made his way into the kitchen. Isshin looked over to Shiro as he left then at Ichigo, who just shrugged at his silent question. Isshin quickly got up from his seat, dropping the blanket on his used to be spot on the couch and headed towards the kitchen where he saw Shiro sitting near the Island, one hand holding up his face, the other tapping in frustration on the marble glass.
"What's wrong, son?" Isshin asked as he sat across from him.
"Gin called me, and well.. You know what he is…," Shiro started. Isshin nodded his head, giving Shiro the go ahead to continue. "He said that Shuuhei, Ichigo's ex was on his way here…to get the both of us…I don't know why because he said not to ask questions but he said if I can get someone to drive him away while Ichigo and I lay low or something…." Shiro said the last part quietly. He looked up at his father to see that he looked extremely concerned.
"I understand. Get your brother and go upstairs to your room. It doesn't have a window so no one can look in. Tell the girls to go to the bathroom and turn the T.V off," Isshin ordered. Shiro nodded and quickly got up to do what he was told.
Shiro walked into the living room grabbing Ichigo by the arm and pulling him up, Yuzu was lying where her dad was so it didn't affect her at all. "Ow! What the hell Shiro? What's your problem?" Ichigo whined, yanking his arm back. "I'll explain it you upstairs, right now just listen to me and come on. Karin, turn the T.V off and the two of you head to the bathroom," Shiro said as he grabbed Ichigos arm once again. Karin didn't hesitate to get up and turn off the T.V, grabbing Yuzu, who was half asleep, and taking her up to the bathroom, Shiro dragging Ichigo behind them. "Lock the door," Shiro ordered before walking into his bedroom, locking the door behind them. Karin did as she was told and was happy she brought her handheld with her, Yuzu dozing away in the bathtub.
"What the hell is going on?" Ichigo grunted, as he took back his arm once again. Shiro turned to look at him.
"Shuuhei is coming here," Shiro started. Ichigo looked at him confused and was about to ask something but Shiro didn't let him. "Gin called me an told me that the bastard was makin' his way 'ere. I wasn't allowed ta ask questions but it sounded serious so he told me ta get someone ta get rid a him so-"
"Dad is going to send him away?"
"That's right" Shiro answered.
"Gin told you nothing else?"
"Nah. He can't tell me anything but he says this is all he can do to show that he cares about me..." Shiro couldn't help but let a small smile escape his lips. Ichigo looked at him a bit angrily. "I get that this is his way of showing you that he cares, but don't you think I have the right to talk to him?" Ichigo said bitterly.
"I get that but, ya already know that they're Yakuza. If Gin called me to tell me to keep them away then obviously they are here for no good," Shiro started.
"And you think making Dad deal with my problems is going to make it go away?!" Ichigo yelled, frustrated that he felt weak at the moment. He's never liked it when someone dealt with his problems and he'll be damned if he was going to sit still and let someone, his own father, deal with something that he wishes could have just been swept under the rug. "If Shuuhei is here to come get me then so be it. If he wants to talk then we'll talk," Ichigo said as he turned and reached for the door.
Shiro was having none of it and quickly tugged at his shirt hard enough to make him fall back, quickly changing positions so that he was straddling Ichigo, his hands holding tightly onto Ichigo's wrist so that he wouldn't swing. He knew how hard Ichigo could punch so he knew right away to get rid of his hands.
"Get off me, Shiro!" Ichigo glared, his voice clear with anger. "No," Shiro replied, his tone that of no argument. "I already said that the bastard is obviously here to take ya, us away, for some reason. He's been missin' in action for only god knows how long and now he just suddenly appears? I don't have to be Yakuza ta know that's sketchy as fuck. And if ya think I'm just gonna let ya leave without a fight, then little brother you must be a fuckin' idiot," Shiro growled. His golden eyes staring straight into angry, annoyed honey brown.
"And if you think I'm not gonna fight back then you're just as fucking stupid as me," Ichigo grunted the last part as he pushed up his pelvis, lifting up Shiro in the process and making him tip forward. Ichigo used that to slide his arms down, knowing Shiro would let go to catch himself before he hit the ground and he quickly got up and went towards the door. Ichigo thought he was quick when he opened the door but was caught off guard when Shiro threw himself at his legs, successfully knocking them down in front of the bathroom.
"Let me go!" Ichigo yelled, as he pushed Shiros face away from him as said man was crawling up his body to keep him down in place.
Karin, hearing the muffled commotion unlocked the bathroom door and looked down at them. "What the hell are you two doing?"
"Karin quick! Get me a towel!" Shiro yelled, finally pinning the red head down, his face in the rug, as he held his hands behind his back. Ichigo was kicking, and yelling profanity at him but Shiro didn't mind being at the end of it if meant that the berry would be safe. Karin, who did was she was told, came back with a long towel and handed it to Shiro, who quickly tied Ichigos hands together.
"Shiro, you better untie me this instant, or I will make you bend in ways that are not possible!" Ichigo yelled at the albino, lifting his head to turn to Shiro.
"It's alright, if I may remind ya, I'm quite flexible," Shiro grinned in triumph. He leaned down to pick up Ichigo and throw him over his shoulder, not grabbing him by the legs because his kicks are way worse.
"Thanks Karin,"
"Yea, thanks Karin," Ichigo retorted
And before Karin could reply, the sound of the doorbell resonated throughout the house. All three of them looking towards the stairs.
::+::
Saturday Morning
Aizen stepped out of the limo as he embraced the busy sound of people making their way through the airport.
"It had been a while since I've stepped foot in the airport," Aizen chimed as he made his way inside. Behind him, Tousen closed the door he had opened for his boss as he followed a few steps behind. "Well the last time you left the country was to go to Venice, and that was quite some time ago," Tousen spoke silently. "Ah yes! Venice, how could I forget. It was the first vacation we took that went to shambles. If only people knew not to mess with my things," Aizen said the last part quietly, hidden behind a chuckle. Tousen nodded as they walked trough the automated doors and went straight for baggage claim. Heads would turn here and there to look at the man, but who can blame them when he was dressed in an all white suit, his brown hair slicked back and a set of black thick glasses sitting above his nose. Aizen knew he was hot, but he liked it more when other people acknowledge that fact.
He stood in place, a grin appearing when he could see the person they came here to get. A man about 5'10 was making his way towards Aizen. He had black sunglasses on, a black tank top, showing off his toned muscles, the shirt hugging him in all the right places. His legs were being trapped by wash gray ripped up jeans, and a set of black combat boots finished his punk rock image. One of his hands went up to rustle through his short, yet spiked up hair, the sides being shaved down. He stopped right in front of Aizen, the man himself opening his mouth but before he could speak a word, Kensei beat him to it.
"Where the fuck are you holding Shuuhei?" He grunted, anger clear in his voice. Aizen, not faced by the rude question, simply chuckled. Tousen stood behind, watching everything and making sure that nothing happened to bring them attention. "My, a simple hello would have done you justice, my dear Mugurama," Aizen said, moving to touch his shoulder. Kensei moved back not wanting the man to touch him, he took of his glasses and gave Aizen a death glare to show him he wasn't here to be friends. Aizen, let his hand fall to his side, getting the hint from his eyes. He let out a disappointed sigh. "Don't worry, your lover is waiting patiently for you in my office. He awaits our return," Aizen said as he turned around, heading back to the limo.
Kensei reluctantly followed. Tousen opened the door for Aizen to get in, the man stepping inside. He held the door for Kensei, who stared him down before going inside, the door closing behind him. He made his way as far as possible as he could get from Aizen, still feeling like he was too close to him.
"So what the fuck do you want?"
"That, Mugurama, will be discussed once we get back," Aizen smiled.
Kensei gave Aizen a sturdy glare, as the limo started up and drove away.
::+::
Earlier that day
Aizen was sitting at his desk, tapping away on his laptop, Tousen standing to the side, when a knock resonated throughout the room. He quickly looked up at the door. "Come in," was all he said as he continued to tap away on the screen in front of him. The door opened and Szayel peeped in. "Sir," he spoke softly.
Aizen looked up once again when he hear Szayel speak. A toothy grin appearing slowly. "Ah, Szayel. I hope you've come here bearing good news," Aizen smiled, as he finished tapping and closed the laptop, sliding it to the side. "Well…I'll let you see that for yourself…" Szayel said as he walked in completely, stepping to the side when someone else had followed him in.
Aizen smiled and stood up, making his way around the table to stand in front of his perfection. Shuuhei stood tall, a bit taller than before. His muscles gleamed, his eyes that of obedience. Aizen chuckled to himself before tapping Shuuhei on the shoulder. "Shuuhei, you look good as new," Aizen smiled. "How do you feel?"
"I feel good. Like new. Like I can take on the world," Shuuhei grinned. "That's good. Are you ready to meet Mugurama? We will be picking him up soon from the airport? Aren't you excited to be able to work alongside your lover?" Aizen said stepping back, leaning onto the table. "Yes, It's an honor for you to give me this privilege," Shuuhei bowed. "The honor is all mine. It's the least I can do for putting you through such hell. And now look at you, you presence feels wonderful," Aizen smiled, his hands being lifted to emphasize his statement.
"Thank you, sir," Shuuhei bowed once again. "Now what is it you need me to do?" He asked when he lifted his head to meet Aizens eyes. "Now now, no need for the rush. Go on and have a breather. I will send someone for you when we are on our way back, and then we can discuss what it is I will need you to do," Aizen said as he stood and tapped Shuuhei on the shoulders once again.
"As you wish," Shuuhei bowed once again and made his way towards the door, opening it and leaving, closing it behind him.
"Amazing, he's the perfect little soldier," Aizen said as he moved back to sit down.
"The drug was surprisingly compatible with him. But to keep him under he needs two doses every 3 to 4 hours," Szayel explained as he set a folder, that he has been carrying the whole time, in front of Aizen.
Said man opened the folders to look at the description of what Shuuhei had gone through the past weeks. Aizen couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, shocking both Tousen and Szayel, the two looking at each other bewildered.
"Wh-What's wrong, Sir?" Szayel stuttered. "Amazing!" Aizen continued to laugh.
"He did grow taller!"
::+::
Aizen and Kensei had walked into his office, Shuuhei standing from the chair as they walked in. Shuuhei quickly ran over to Kensei, who did not hesitate to embrace him in a hug and give him a long overdue loving kiss. Tousen closing the door behind him and taking his position next to Aizen who had sat down in his place.
Kensei pulled away from the kiss first, a small protest coming from Shuuhei, letting it slide when Kensei gave him quick peck on the lips. "I'm so glad to see that you are alright,"
"I missed you, Kensei" Shuuhei smiled looking into sharp brown eyes.
"I missed you too, Shuuhei," Kensei grinned. Pecking him one more time.
Their lover's environment was brought back to reality by a small cough. The two of them looking over to Aizen, who had a loving smile on his face. "It's nice to know that I was the one who brought you two together. You two must love each other quite a bit. I feel bad for poor Kurosaki," Aizen grinned as he leaned on his elbow, which was placed on the table.
Shuuhei and Kensei pulled away, their hands still entwined, neither of them wanting to give up the small contact, as they walked to stand in front of Aizens table.
"So what exactly is it that you want Aizen?" Kensei spoke up first.
Aizen reached to the side to pull open one of his drawers, his hand going to grab for something. He found what he was looking for and tossed it to Shuuhei who caught it with his unoccupied hand. He looked down to see that it was his cellphone. He opened it to see all the missed messages and text, most of it being from Ichigo. Aizen closed the drawer and looked at them both as he started to speak.
"My task from the two of you is simple. You see, I have some nephews who I have yet to see, and an introduction is in order," Aizen smiled.
"So then…" Shuuhei started, already getting the gist of the assignment at hand.
"That is correct," Aizen answered. "I wish for you to bring me my wonderful nephews, Shiro and Ichigo Kurosaki," Aizen grinned.
::+::
Gin was sitting in his car, in the lower garage of the building where Aizen works. It was the afternoon and he had his phone out texting Shiro, asking questions and getting answers as he learned more about the albino. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the garage door opening and a limo coming into view. He knew that Aizen had went to go pick someone up earlier but he didn't think he'd be back so fast. The limo parked near the elevator and he saw that Tousen was the first to get out, going straight to the door where he opened it and Aizen stepped out, as graceful as ever. Who he knew was Kensei, following behind him.
He and Kensei had gotten into a few fights, some, if not most, deadly. But they both knew their limits and backed down. He watched them get onto the elevator, the doors closing and the car driving away. Curious as to how this little interaction would go, he got out of his car and headed towards the back doors he usually used to go up the stairs to another set of elevators he used to get to Aizens floor.
He reached said floor quickly and waited for the elevator after he pressed the up button. A ding went off indicating that the elevator was here and he stepped inside, the door closing behind him. He looked down at his phone, seeing that he got a text from Shiro saying that once they get together he was going to do very naughty things to him. Gin couldn't help but chuckle lowly.
He was brought back when he saw the doors open and he stepped out, walking towards Aizens door. He stood outside, not wanting to make his presence known or else it would defeat the purpose.
"So then…" He heard, who he believed was Shuuhei speak.
"That's correct," Aizen spoke, making Gin squint his eyes. "I wish for you to bring me my wonderful nephews, Shiro and Ichigo Kurosaki," Aizens muffled voice spoke.
Gin looked at the door like it had just offended him. What did Aizen just say? he thought to himself, but before he could recollect himself, another voice spoke up, and he knew that it was Kensei.
"When do you want to see them?"
"It would be rude of me to not let you guys get…reacquainted with one another so…No later than tomorrow night," Aizen started.
"That's awfully kind of you, Aizen," Gin could hear the suspicion in Kenseis voice. He could also hear the fakeness in Aizens laugh. "Yes, well, I'm not that heartless," he spoke.
"Should I call him now and see if he is still willing to talk to me? Knowing Ichigo, he probably hates me now. Can't blame him," Shuuhei laughed.
"You can try," Aizen answered.
Gin continued to stay close to the door as he could here the dial tones of the phone. It rang once before stating that the number he was trying to reach was out of service.
Shuuhei hung up and tried again, the same results. Gin couldn't help but think that he might have done it after everything he told him. Which was a reasonable thing to do since Shuuhei was a hypocrite.
"It seems the poor boy has blocked you. Can't blame him since you have not tried to contact him in such a long time," Aizen chuckled.
"I would have been able to if you hadn't-"
"Are you talking back?" Gin could hear the malice in his voice, knowing Shuuhei must be trying to talk back but couldn't.
"No Sir…" Was all he said.
"Good,"
Knowing the conversation was almost over, Gin quickly headed back to the elevator, pressing the button and quickly getting in, as the doors close behind him.
He can't do anything to them directly because if he slips up, Aizen will know that that he is starting to be disloyal, not like he was ever truly loyal to begin with. He went along with his orders because he needed Aizen to believe that he was loyal, so that he can get him back for what he has done to him. But it seems that the time to change has come now that he has found a small light in all this darkness. He wanted to protect Shiro, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it alone.
So, he was going to have to pay someone a little visit.
::+::
Emory was sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer. Grimmjow, who was texting Ichigo was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the table. Nnoitra, sitting across from him messing on his phone. No jobs have come in for them from the police concerning the drug, which means that Aizen has been keeping a low profile, but that doesn't mean that Emory was going to sit back and do nothing. He recently got a call from Yoruichi, telling him that Isshin had called her saying that she was being sent to scout out Aizens territory because Hitsugaya couldn't sit still. He didn't hesitate to send some of his men to help them out just in case it got messy. Yoruichi appreciated the gesture and told him that her and Kisuke will be visiting soon, Emory gladly accepting the offer.
Emory was brought out of work when the company phone started to ring, Grimmjow and Nnoitra both glancing over, knowing that if he was getting a direct call it must be important. He swiftly put the phone on speaker and went back to typing on his computer.
"What is it?" Emory spoke.
"Boss, it seems we have…a guest," The man started.
"Is that right? Who the hell is it? I wasn't told of this. I don't like people just appearing at my doorstep," Emory retorted a bit annoyed. When he was in the middle of something he hated when people interrupted him.
"Mah, can't you be a bit lenient, I have some information that you might want to hear," The smooth tone spoke from the phone. Emory quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at the phone like it just started walking on legs.
"Gin," Emory spat. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He continued, anger clear in his tone.
"No need ta be hostile. I came here in peace," Gin cackled.
"Doesn't sound like it," Grimmjow coughed from the couch.
"I come baring information that you, yourself, might want to hear little Jeager," Gin's tone suddenly changing to that of seriousness.
Grimmjow got up and walked towards the phone, pocketing his own. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And how do you know who I am?" Grimmjow squinted at the phone.
"The latter doesn't matter. What does matter is that it concerns the Kurosaki twins, Ichigo and Shiro,"
At that, Grimmjow looked at his father who looked up at him and down at the phone.
"Come inside," Emory spoke before picking up the phone and slamming it back down, ending the call.
"What the fuck is going on?" Emory grunted to no one. Grimmjow started to pace around the room, not liking that something might have been happening to Ichigo. He was texting him this whole time, yet the berry didn't sound like he was in distress. There was a knock on the door and Grimmjow didn't wait for his father to give the go ahead, making his way and swinging the door open, angry blues eyes meeting slit ones.
"Let him in Grimmjow, don't attack the man," Emory said tapping his shoulder, Grimmjow moving to the side, wondering when his father got behind him.
"It's been a while Gin," Emory stared down at the man, crossing his arms in distaste.
"A while it has," Gin said stepping inside, when Emory stepped to the side.
"Keep watch from outside the door. Call Halibel and tell her to keep watch around the building," Emory ordered as he closed the door behind him, locking it. He turned and was met with sky blue eyes, nothing funny about the situation, which Emory thought was weird coming from the sly fox himself.
"Must be quite the serious situation to have you like this," Emory started.
"Well, I don't like people touchin' what's mine," Gin said with the tilt of his head, his eyes closing once again, knowing that Emory will now hear him out.
"You're talking to Shiro right?" Grimmjow asked from beside his father. Nnoitra was still on the couch, his hand behind his back knowing to always be on guard.
"That's right, and that's why I need your help," Gin sighed.
"What seems to be the problem?" Emory asked as he made his way back to his desk, leaning onto it. Gin took that as permission to sit down and did just that. Grimmjow returning to his seat reluctantly. "What did you mean Ichi and Shiro are in trouble?" The little Jeager spoke.
"Shiro and Ichigo are the nephews of Aizen. I'm sure you knew that," Gin stated as he looked at Emory who seemed unfazed. Grimmjow, on the other hand, looked at them in shock.
"The fuck? What? What did you just say?" Grimmjow started, flabbergasted by that bit of information.
"Calm down Grimmjow, I will explain," Emory sighed. "You've already met their father and know that he was once Yakuza," Emory started, his son nodding his head in approval of that fact. "Well his wife, Masaki, the mother of the four kids you know to be Kurosaki, was Aizens sister, Isshins, brother in law…and the Uncle to those kids…," Emory finished.
Grimmjow just stared at his father like the man was crazy, granted he was, but not as crazy as Grimmjow thought he was at that moment.
"You said he only wants Shiro and Ichigo, which indicated he doesn't know of the younger girls?" Emory said turning to Gin, tired of staring at his sons shocked expression.
"Correct,"
"And you came here because,"
"He's using Shuuhei Hisagi and Kensei Mugurama to get them," Gin stated, his eyes making nd appearance once again as sky blue meet azure.
"What?!" Grimmjow and Emory yelled in unison, not believing the name that was coming out of his mouth.
"Kensei…" Emory grinned, remembering the last time he had hurt the man, putting him in his place.
"Shuuhei? Why the fuck is he making Shuuhei do it? Isn't he dating the berry?!" Grimmjow retorted, standing up, not being able to stay seated anymore.
"If I tell you the information, you have ta promise me that when the time comes you will help me," Gin started.
"Why are you doing this Gin? What purpose do you have to go against Aizen?" Emory squinted, not believing that the man will easily turn against the man that he has been working for almost all his life.
"I have a vendetta ta pay him. He took something… Someone important from me. I stayed close to learn about him, but now that I found someone I wish ta protect, I'm gonna ta have ta put my foot down," Gin answered. Emory heard the seriousness in his voice and turned to Nnoitra, silently telling him to put the weapon away. Nnoitra glared at him but reluctantly removed his hand from the back of his shirt.
"Speak,"
"Shuuhei was the one ordered to kill your son that night a few weeks back,"
At that Grimmjow stood up from his seat, and grabbed Gin by the shirt, lifting him up a few feet off the ground.
"Are you telling me what I think you're saying, traitor?"
"Shuuhei is Yakuza, used to work under Tousen, but now working directly under Aizen. He was ordered, along with Kensei, who is in a relationship with Shuuhei, long before he met Ichigo, to find them tomorrow and bring them both to him," Gin started.
Grimmjows eyes bore holes into Gins head. Emory had to step in and grab Grimmjows wrist to let the skinny man go. Grimmjow was seeing red. He had the urge to punch something, hurt something, kill something, but there was no one to take that anger on. To think that the man the berry was dating was the same person who tried to kill him the night he got back. That said man was Yakuza. That said man was seeing someone before he even gotten together with Ichigo. And by the sound of it, this Kensei person must have known and let it slide.
Were they still together? Grimmjow thought to himself. Ichigo hasn't mentioned anything about it, then again, Grimmjow never asked. He was brought out of his thoughts when his father touched his shoulders. "Grimm, calm down. Nothing will be solved with you being angry like this. Go punch a wall or something while I continue talking to Gin," Emory suggested. And without thinking twice, Grimmjow moved over to a wall that looked already beat up and started to punch it like his life depended on it.
"Don't worry about him, continue," Emory gestured at the seat, telling Gin to sit down, as he himself, sat down where Grimmjow once resided.
"The problem here is that not only is there a top assassin heading towards their doorstep, but Shuuhei is under the influence of Hogyoku. So, he is much more dangerous than he was before. I'm sure you've heard what the drug does to one who takes it?" Gin tilted his head to emphasize his question.
"Of course I do," Emory spat.
"Of course you do," Gin repeated. "Then you must know what happens when you have too much," Gins stated. Emory squinted at him. "How long has this Hisagi kid been on the drug?"
"Long enough to need a couple of doses every 3 to 4 hours," Gin sighed. "That's no good... If he's too dependent on that pill, his withdrawal will cause him immense pain," Emory worried. "This is exactly why we wanted to destroy it. It was to stay and experiment and nothing else, but that damn Aizen," Emory grunted in frustration.
Grimmjow was finally able to calm himself down as he sat pushed his hand through his ruffled-up locks. He turned and walked over to Nnoitras side, throwing himself down.
"You good?" Nnoitra asked, giving Grimmjow a side glance. "Fuck no, all this shit, is fucking bullshit. When I get my hands on that fucking Shuuhei bastard he's fucking dead," Grimmjow retorted.
"You good," Nnoitra said once more as a statement.
"So what the hell are we to do?" Grimmjow spoke up.
"They are going to get them tomorrow, I am aware that you have a little… spy… inside of Aizens corporation. So, if I can get a tracker on their phone so I know where they are, then I will be able to know what time they leave tomorrow. From there I will contact you and you all can make your way there and corner them before they can do any harm. I will tell Shiro tomorrow that they are coming and to lay low, see if they can get their dad at the door to push them away, if even just a little," Gin explained.
"Not a bad plan, if he can hold them there long enough we can swoop in and hold them down even further," Emory agreed.
"I think the only problem with that is that Ichigo isn't going to take that sitting down," Grimmjow chimed. "If he finds out that Shuuhei is going to his doorstep he will want to talk to him, figure out what the hell happened," Grimmjow explained.
"Ichigo already knows everything," Gin started again.
"How much does he know?" Emory stared at Gin, seeing if he still had reason to take his side.
"He doesn't know that any of you, or his parents were part Yakuza. All he knows is that Shuuhei is," Gin continued.
"How does he know that?" Nnoitra finally spoke to the sly fox.
"A few weeks ago he had taken Shiros phone and texted me telling me he wanted to talk, or more like threatened me to talk because he knew that I knew Shuuhei. Long story short, we talked and he knows everything about Shuuhei," Gin finished, taking a look at Grimmjow who was staring him down as if he wanted a bit more of information.
"He knows that Shuuhei had another lover, he told me that night that it was over and he was done with him," Gin added as an afterthought. A pleasing grin appearing on Grimmjows lips.
"That's all I wanted to hear," Grimmjow smiled as he leaned back, his hands behind the back of his head as he propped up his legs on the table.
"There's a possibility that Ichigo will try to fight Shiro to get to Shuuhei though. They might be over, but Ichigo is still one to listen to someone's explanation," Grimmjow sighed.
"Well if that's the case, as long as he can hold him off until you guys get there, then that's all that matters. I will be laying low, can't have anyone seeing me,"
"That's reasonable," Emory stated, getting up and walking towards his desk. He pulled one of the drawer's open and grabbed a disposable phone. He opened it and hit a few buttons. He got a text back and quickly snapped the phone in half, tossing it in the trash.
"What the hell was that?" Grimmjow asked, a bit taken back but his fathers weird action. "That, my child, was how you deal with the person who is on your enemies' territory," Emory smiled. "Wait, we have someone on the inside?" Grimmjow asked, not believing his father would send someone to do that.
"But of course, everyone has someone. Where you not listening to our conversation? This person volunteered himself. You two know him quite well actually. But you will see him soon enough," Emory continued to chuckle.
"So, going back to the plan. This all goes down tomorrow?" Emory finalized.
"That's right. Once I get the tracking number on their devices I can let you know when they leave, and I pray Isshin can hold them back before Ichigo gets to them," Gin sighed.
"Don't worry, even if they do get to him, Ichigo wouldn't just go without a fight," Grimmjow laughed.
"But the question lies, if Ichigo manages to see you…Will you explain everything to him and Shiro?" Gin asked, his blues eyes gazing at Grimmjow, who squinted back in return.
"Sure, it's not like they will hate me," Grimmjow grinned in a confident tone.
::+::
Sunday came faster than they all expected and Gin was given a phone by Emory with a map on it, two dots flashing red. He quickly left that morning to go to the coordinates of those dots and just like he was promised, it led him to the house of Shuuhei Hisagi.
He was parked a few feet away when he saw Kensei and Shuuhei both coming out of the house, both walking to the driveway, entering the small black, slick car. Kensei in the driver's seat and Shuuhei in the passengers'. They pulled out and were headed on their way, Gin following a few feet behind. He picked up his phone and texted Shiro asking how he was doing today. Gin was happy when he quickly got a reply back.
Shiro: I'm alright. Todays a lazy Sunday so I'm just in the living room with the family.
Gin chuckled to himself. He quickly sent off another text telling him that that's good to hear, also telling him that he needed to talk to him and wanted to know if he could step into another room. A few minutes went by with him still tailing the assassin couple in front of him, glad that it take a while to get to Shiro's place.
Gin looked down to see that Shiro had sent him a message saying that he was now in a private room and he quickly swiped his name so that it went to call. The dial tone quickly stopped indicating that someone had picked up.
"Gin" Shiro whispered through the phone.
"Koi. Are you sure no one can hear you?" Gin asked as he made a left turn, still on their trail.
"Positive. Everyone is downstairs. The bathroom is the farthest place from the living room." Shiro answered.
"Good. Now listen. I can't have you asking questions so just listen to what I'm about to tell you and do as I say."
It was quite for a second but Gin knew he was still there when her heard a small shaky sigh. "Ok…"
"Shuuhei is headed to your house as we speak and he's there to get you and Ichigo. You guys need to keep low. If there is someone in the house that can help you, then make them send him away," Gin explained, knowing that the first person he would think of was his father.
Gin could feel Shiro hesitating on the other side, knowing he wanted to aske questions but was relieved when Shiro finally answered him.
"Fine," Shiro let out a bit more bitterly than expected, Gin hearing it. "I know you want to know the details but-"
"I know!" Shiro yelled, a little bit over a whisper. "I know…" Shiro said quietly this time. "I'll do what I can and I'll call you if anything…" Shiro sighed.
Gin felt his heart tug in sadness. He didn't want Shiro to distrust him, which was hard with the way things were going down at the moment.
"I know this is frustrating but…This is the only way I know I can show you I care," Gin said. "Yea, I'll call you if anything…" Shiro said.
"Be safe, Koi,"
"…You too," was the last thing Gin heard before he hung up the phone. After he looked at the picture of Shiro he had for a few seconds he quickly put the phone down and picked up the one that had the tracker on it, bringing up Emory's number and pressing call.
The tone didn't play telling him that he picked up right away.
"What's up?" The baritone voice came from the other side of the phone.
"I told Shiro, they're 'bout ten minutes out from their house," Gin stated, turning the wheel to make a right this time.
"I texted Isshin telling him to wait for Shiro to talk to him if anything. I want him to be prepared when they get there. We are about five minutes away, we'll jump in if it looks like they won't take no as an answer," Emory stated.
"Alright. I'll be headin' back to Aizens then. I'm disposing of this phone,"
"Understood," was all Emory said before hanging up. Gin changed his course to head towards Aizen, wishing that he could do more to protect his Koi, but knowing that he was in good hands now made him feel a bit better. He just hopes that nothing too drastic happens.
::+::
Kensei made the turn like Shuuhei told him to, the man already knowing how to get to Ichigo's place by hard. They were a few minutes away, and Shuuhei was trying to figure out a way to lure Ichigo, along with his crazy brother, out of the house. He knew Ichigo would want to listen to reason so maybe just telling him he wanted to talk about everything would be the trick. But the fact that the berry head did block his number meant that he wasn't going to go easily.
"There, that one," Shuuhei pointed, showing Kensei the house of his used to be lover.
Kensei pulled up to the front of the house. He kept the engine rolling but he got out of the drivers' seat, Shuuhei following after.
"Let's make this quick, I don't want to stay here to long so that someone sees," Kensei spoke as he made his way towards the door. Shuuhei looked up at him and nodded. They stopped at the front of the door when both of them could make out some sort of yelling. Shuuhei knowing that it was probably Shiro. After a while it got quite and he took that as his que to ring the doorbell. The door opening swiftly and Kensei being face to face with someone he did not expect to see.
Isshin already knew the information that Shiro had relayed to him. So, when he said he will deal with it, he meant it. No one was going to come in here and take his sons away. Especially someone who was playing with his heart. After the kids went upstairs he went to his bag near the couch and pulled out a mini handgun, hiding it in holster he keeps under his shirt behind his back. He was caught of guard when he heard Ichigo and Shiro fighting upstairs near the stairs.
He knew Ichigo would be difficult but he was hoping he would understand. So much for that, he thought for himself. His job was to get them away from his door before either Ichigo could come down, or before Emory and his kid got here. That was going to be a challenge but one he was willing to take if it mean protecting his family. The commotion upstairs died when he heard Shiro yelling for Karin to get him a towel, and a few thanks passed around.
His thoughts were brought back to the matter at hand when the sound of a doorbell resonated throughout the house.
Isshin walked up to the door and opened it one smooth motion, the two in front staring down at him due to the small height difference.
"Shuuhei, Kensei. And to what do I owe the pleasure,"
Oh man! This took a while but I did it, yes it was slow paced kinda but this chapter needed to be done. The next chapter looks like a lot of shit is going to go down, but that is definitely not the end. I don't know how many chapters this is going to have but what it do know is that it's not over yet and there is a lot more things that is going to happen. Whether it's good or not is for you to find out (Me too honestly cause like I said before, I kinda just write and it all works in the end). Anyways! Hope you guys enjoyed the 7th chapter!
Please leave a review or something, I'd personally like to see your guesses for what might happen, in the future or next chapter. I also want to know what you thought of the chapter. But until next time!
Ciaosu~