I would have had this up for you yesterday but while I was making my corrections and add ons here and there my browser decided to refresh itself and I was working on this all day so I was mad. Went a took a nap, then I went to record some lines and stuff. Anyway, this is a bit shorter than what I usually write but it felt right ending it where I did. If I were to add more I'd feel like I was just milking the story and that's something I really don't want to do. Who knows if you guys tell me you like this length maybe I'll keep it like this. More chapters too lol. And besides ya gotta make it feel genuine ya know?
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, but if I did, well, Grimmichi would be canon lol
Warnings: This chapter contains violence, cursing and maybe a little bit of OOCness? Trying to keep character but for the sake of the story ya gotta change them up just a tab bit, ya hear what I'm sayin'?
Without further ado, please enjoy chapter 8 of Another Typical Love Story
Ichigo was face down on the bed, his head tilted to the side to look at Shiro who had the door cracked an inch and was trying to listen in on what was going on downstairs. He was still tied up, his legs tied together with a shirt, that was done right after Shiro threw him on the bed. Ichigo was still mad at Shiro but was very impressed with how skilled he was with knot tying. Once this was all over he was going to have to ask him how he got so good.
While Shiro was still at the door Ichigo took that moment to turn himself over and throw his legs over the side of the bed, leaning up in the process.
He was still very adamant on talking to Shuuhei.
He had remembered a cop show he was watching where the lady was flexible enough to make her arms behind her back come forward as long as she was able to curve into herself small enough. Ichigo was flexible. So, he was willing to test that theory. He looked up once more towards Shiro and thought the best way to make it sound like he's not up to something is by giving a little bit of small talk.
"What do you hear Shiro?" Ichigo said not starting his experiment when his brother turned around to look at him, eyes squinted in suspicion.
"What the hell are ya doin'?" Shiro asked, his face moving an inch away from the door.
"What, you expect me to keep lying down? It was getting tiring, so I thought sitting up will be better. But that's beside the point. What do you hear?" Ichigo asked again after explaining himself, proud that he didn't sound like he was lying.
Shiro pressed his lips together and continued to squint in suspicion, he knew Ichigo was up to something but it's not like he could do it while being tied up. Shiro knew that his knots were top notch because he was learning from a professional and he always wanted to try it out on someone. Ichigo just happened to need it. So a test dummy he would become. He turned his head back into the crack of the door and continued to peek out.
"Dad opened the door. I heard Shuuheis' name but I think someone else is with him," The albino explained in a whisper. Ichigo was squatting on the floor, his legs as close as he could make them to his chest. "Did you hear the other name?" Ichigo spoke, thanking the lord he didn't let out a small grunt. He was able to hop once, bringing his arms around to the front, his caramel eyes gleaming in victory.
"Hmm, no, I couldn't hear it from 'ere. But maybe if ya shut the hell up I'd actually be able ta hear somethin'," Shiro sighed as he turned his head to see that Ichigo was in the same spot, only his top half was lying down on the bed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ichigo chimed.
"Well whatever the hell you are doin', quit it. I know you're thinkin' a doin' somethin', whatever it may be," Shiro grunted in suspicion. "Still don't know what you're talking about, just thought I'd lay back a bit since I'm stuck here and all," Ichigo sighed.
"Sure," the albino stated blandly, turning his head once more towards the door. Ichigo let out a small breath of relief as he leaned back up. Shiro was good at tying up knots but he still had a ways to go. He quickly leaned down and undid the knot of the shirt, a triumphant smile making its way when he was able to untie the damn thing.
"Whatever they are talkin' about must be serious, can't hear squa-" Shiro wasn't able to finish his sentence since the door quickly opened, hitting him in the face as his body flew back a bit.
"Son a va bitch!" Shiro cried as he held onto his nose, a tear falling from his eyes because the pain was just too much. He looked up to see Ichigo holding onto the door as he looked down at him, a hint of guilt in his eyes.
"You better fucking not Ichigo!" Shiro yelled as he struggled to get up, but before he can say anything else, Ichigo was already on his way down. Once he got to the door he could see his father standing in the middle of the door way, making sure whoever was outside didn't step foot inside the house. Ichigo made his way over and moved his father to the side, who was stunned for a second.
"Ichigo!? What are you doing? Get back in the house!" Isshin yelled at his son.
"This is my problem dad. I don't need you butting in," Ichigo calmly said as he turned to look at his father.
"I understand that, but you have no idea what you are dealing with. Get back in the house. Where is your brother?" Isshin explained liked a doting father.
"Right here!" Shiro yelled as he stepped towards the two. "The bastard hit me with the fucking door!" Shiro yelled as he stared down his younger brother. Ichigo looked at him then turned back around, making his way down the steps where he was met with Shuuhei and a stranger. He stopped a few feet from him, being in between them and his father. Shiro followed after. If there was going to be a fight then he wanted to be there to back his brother up. Isshin let out an aggravated sigh and took out his phone to send a message to Emory saying that the boys got out and he could use his help. He didn't wait for a reply and started to walk towards the boys, making sure to close the door behind him.
"Ichigo, babe. I knew you were in the house. Your old man wouldn't let me see you. I missed you." Shuuhei grinned.
"Don't call me that. You have no right," Ichigo grunted, giving himself a pat on the back for being so calm.
"Why are you here?" Ichigo started. "Are you here to explain yourself because I would really love to hear what you have to say," Ichigo chuckled.
Shuuhei squinted his eyes not liking the amount of pressure he put on the word "you". He put the thought out of his head, remembering that he has to make Ichigo want to go with him. He also needs to make it quick because he knew that he needed a dose of the Hogyoku soon and if he didn't get it well, the man didn't want to think about it. He didn't tell Kensei about it, being able to hide it because Szayel gave him a few tubes to make it through the night, because he was afraid of what he would do. He couldn't let the man kill his boss but he was most afraid that the white-haired assassin wouldn't want him anymore knowing that he was being pumped by drugs. He shook the thought out of his head and continued to look at Ichigo.
"Babe," Shuuhei started
"I said don't call me that," Ichigo retorted. Shuuhei let out annoyed sigh and tried again.
"Ichigo, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to meet with you. Some things happened at work and it kept me busy," Shuuhei explained.
"Busy enough to not return my calls?"
"I lost my phone,"
"Busy enough not to visit?"
"I couldn't. I was on call all day," Shuuhei sighed.
"You really think I'm stupid, don't you?" Ichigo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Shiro let out a small chuckle.
"I don't know what ya came here for but Ichi knows everything, so you might as well just tell him the truth, ya bastard," Shiro spoke up with a tilt of his head, a grin appearing on his white lips.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Shuuhei squinted.
Ichigo looked at Shuuhei once more then turned his head to the man beside him who has kept quiet this whole time. The red head looked him up and down, catching his eyes when he went back to his face. Kensei turned his head to the side, questioning the red head who was openly staring, a lustful look appearing in his eyes. Ichigo was disgusted and finally spoke.
"That's your boyfriend," Ichigo said more as a statement than a question. "And a player at that," He whispered under his breath.
Shuuhei looked at him, a confused expression on his face. Kensei on the other hand couldn't stop a small chuckle from leaving his throat.
"What?"
"Your boyfriend. No need to look surprised. I know that you've been seeing someone before you got together with me," Ichigo spat. Shuuhei was about to speak but Ichigo beat him to it. "Who I found out from doesn't matter," Ichigo answered his unasked question. At that moment, a black 2017 Jaguar F-Type SVR pulled up. Isshin let out a sigh of relief. The car came to a full stop and out came Emory and Grimmjow, the smaller of the two looking over to Ichigo and giving him one of his famous shit eating grins. He quickly made his way to the berry after closing the passenger door. His father following in his stead making his way past Kensei, who looked displeased with the situation.
"Hey berry," Grimmjow chipped.
"What the hell are you doing here Jeagerjaquez?" Ichigo squinted up at the perpetrator. "What? I can't come visit?" Grimmjow chuckled. He turned to look at Shuuhei, a dark stare meeting his eyes.
"So, you're still talking to this guy?" Shuuhei spat. "I knew you weren't just friends. Should have expected you two were a thing. Ya fucked already? Since the guys is madly in love with you?" Shuuhei continued, crossing his arms and looking at the berry as if he was disgusted.
"You can't get angry at me. Not after all the bullshit you've done," Ichigo spat back.
"That's true, but at least I had permission to go around opening my legs for people," Shuuhei spat venomously. Ichigo, who was cool collected finally let his anger go and rushed at Shuuhei but was grabbed from behind by Grimmjow, who held onto him tight. Of course, Shiro felt that too and was about to pounce but his father had him locked in a bear hug.
"Woah there. Calm down, Ichi," Grimmjow soothed.
"Let me go Jeagerjaquez!" Ichigo bawled. His face red, in anger or embarrassment, we couldn't tell, but the red head was furious. "Don't talk about my brother like that ya fucking coward!" Shiro yelled from his father's arms.
"I would refrain from talking bad about my son, Hisagi. If you don't want anymore trouble then I will kindly ask you to leave my property," Isshin started.
"I'm sure the two of you wouldn't want any trouble," Emory finished, his eyes squinting dangerously.
"We'll be in trouble regardless, so I rather have the trouble here than at work," Kensei finally spoke.
"And where's that? You're fucking headquarters you prick?" Ichigo grunted, still trying to get loose from Grimmjows grip, but failing miserably.
"Headquarter?" Shuuhei inquired.
"Don't act stupid. I know you're fucking Yakuza. Really thought you could hide that from me? And don't worry about who I found that out from, just know that you're fucking pathetic. 4 moths Shuuhei! You've been lying to me for 4 months!" Ichigo yelled at the man. Ichigo squirmed a bit more in Grimmjows hold but stopped when the blunetes grip became tighter.
"So all those times you were hurt, was it because of your job? God! I feel so stupid for actually caring about you! I put my all into this freaking relationship, and not only have you been lying to me, you're Yakuzaand you had a boyfriend. All this fucking time!" Ichigo yelled heatedly.
Everyone got quiet. Shiro looked over at his baby brother, knowing the poor thing was hurting bad. He wanted to comfort him, but he knew if his dad let him go, his first target would be Shuuhei. Grimmjow was staring indignantly at Shuuhei. He wanted to beat the shit out of the guy but he didn't want to let Ichigo go, knowing that if he did, he would stride over to Shuuhei and get into a fight. A fight that wasn't needed.
Shuuhei let out a small aggravated sigh. "You look pretty pathetic right now," Shuuhei started. Everyone looking at him ferociously.
"And you're not? I bet your parents must be proud of you. Having a convict as son," Ichigo grinded his teeth together, trying to get his breathing under control. Trying to get himself under control.
"Yea, well, at least I still have both my parents," Shuuhei squinted, angry that he brought up his parents knowing that he hasn't talked to them in ages.
Ichigo stared at the man, amazed at how heartless Shuuhei actually was. His eyes that were once full of anger shifted to that of someone who desperately wanted to murder someone. He started to squirm again, not saying anything. His nails sinking into Grimmjows skin, small trails of blood appearing on his fair skin. Grimmjow could feel the heat emanating from Ichigo but he didn't know what to do.
That was a lie.
What he really wanted to do was to put a bullet through Shuuhei's head, but he felt that just wouldn't satisfy this thirst for blood he was getting. He looked over to Shiro who had the same expression on his face.
Shiro was furious. How dare he bring up his late mother? That topic is taboo and to kick Ichigo while he's down with that is the worst thing anyone could possibly do. He wanted to kill the man so bad. He suddenly felt heat pouring onto his body and he turned to look at his father to see something dangerous in his eyes.
He's never seen his eyes look so dangerous, look like he wanted to kill. For once, Shiro was afraid of his father, wondering who exactly was the man holding onto him.
"I will ask you to refrain from talking ill of Ichigo's parents," The silent air broke when Emory spoke up, walking next to his son, his eyes baring death onto the form of Shuuhei.
"Hm," was all Shuuhei said.
"If you have had enough, I suggest you leave before things get…Dirty," Emory said as he pulled out his gun from his holster. Shuuhei looked down at it and back at the man who was glaring at him, hatred clear in his eyes.
"So, It's clear that you aren't going to come easily. So how about I go ahead and explain myself then. That's what you want right? The truth?" Shuuhei continued.
Ichigo continued to look at the man, not wanting to say anything because he knew if he did, it wouldn't be anything nice. Emory looked back towards Isshin to see that his attention was on the man who everyone wanted to kill. He believed that at that moment he didn't care what happened as long as the person up front dropped dead. If he was willing to sacrifice his position then so be it. Emory will be beside him till the end.
Shuuhei took Ichigo's silence as the go ahead, but knew that wasn't the case.
"The reason I haven't contacted you was true. It was because of my job. I was held in confinement for only god knows how long. All because I was seen with you and that blue haired bozo behind you. Would you like to know why I got in trouble?" Shuuhei said with the tilt of his head.
Ichigo squinted his eyes. Of course he wanted to know. That's the very question that's been going threw his mind for weeks. But he wasn't going to give Shuuhei the satisfaction by speaking up. He continued to stay silent, Shuuhei sighed but continued his explanation.
"Well," He started, his eyes looking up towards the blue haired man. Ichigo didn't miss the change of eyes and looked up at Grimmjow who was staring down Shuuhei fiercely. He turned back to Shuuhei when he started talking again.
"That man and his father, are both-" Shuuhei stopped talking, his heart feeling like it was about to rip out of his chest. Kensei looked over to him, wondering why he suddenly stopped and noticed that Shuuhei's eyes were dilated, a bit of sweat rolling down his body.
"Shuuhei?" Kensei whispered as he turned to look at the man.
"Shuuhei what's wrong?" Kensei said as he grabbed onto his arms. Shuuhei quickly snatching them back. "Don't- Don't touch me. I'm fine," Shuuhei stuttered.
"You're fine? Shuuhei you look fucking sick! What the hell is wrong with you?" Kensei yelled worriedly.
"I'm fine!" Shuuhei continued to reassure the man, his body shaking as he was trying to breathe.
Isshin let go of Shiro, who just watched in confusion, and made his way over to Emory., who moved away from his son so that the one he was holding onto didn't hear. "What's happening?"
"Aizen put him under the drug. It seems he hasn't taken his daily dose today and his body can't handle the lack of supplement," Emory explained silently so that only Isshin could hear. "And it seems that he hasn't told his lover about it which explains why he is confused," Emory added as an afterthought.
The three others looked upon Shuuhei who was now vomiting onto the sidewalk. Shiro was covering his mouth as Grimmjow realized what was probably happening. Ichigo, who was still very much furious, was looking at the man confused. He was fine a minute ago so what could be doing this? He thought to himself. He continued to look at him when realization hit him.
"Those are withdrawal symptoms…" Ichigo spoke to no one in particular. "Grimmjow let me go,"
"What? Why? Are you going to help him? Even after everything he's done to you? Said to you?" Grimmjow grunted in annoyance. He was happy that the man finally used his name but he was angry that Ichigo was going to help him after everything he's done to him. He hated that Ichigo was so kind, but that was one of the things he loved the most, besides his legs.
Ichigo turned in himself in Grimmjows embrace and looked up at his azure eyes with his now determined brown. "By that logic I should have left you to die and rot," Ichigo spoke, determination clear in his voice. Grimmjow looked into his eyes. He wasn't dumb. He knew what Ichigo was talking about and he was thankful that the berry still helped him after what he's done to him. And he understood that this is just the type of person Ichigo was. He gave the man a sigh and reluctantly let him go, Ichigo tapping his bicep in thanks before he turned and walked up to the couple.
"He's having withdrawal symptoms," Ichigo explained from behind Kensei, who was on his knees next to Shuuhei who was still throwing up.
"Withdrawal Symptoms? What the fuck from?!" Kensei yelled at the red head.
"Do you know if he was on some sort of drug?" Ichigo said as he also got onto his knees next to Shuuhei, grabbing his hands and checking his pulse.
"He doesn't do drugs. He would smoke from time to time but that's it. He wasn't on any pill," Kensei yelled, a bit angry that Ichigo just went about touching his lover in his presence.
"Well he's obviously on something. He said he was in confinement. Maybe they gave him something?" Ichigo suggested. Kensei squinted at him. His eyes widening as he quickly got up to turn to the two parents in view.
"You two! You obviously know what the fuck is happening. Tell me right now!"
Ichigo turned his head to look at his father. He could see a sense of guilt coming from his eyes.
"The Hogyoku," was all Isshin said.
Kensei stayed silent at that. He turned to Shuuhei, fear now clear in his eyes. Ichigo laid Shuuhei down, looking back towards his dad. Hogyoku? Ichigo thought but was brought back when his hand was being squeezed.
"It hurts. I-I need it. It makes me feel better. Szayel. Szayel has them. He can give them to me," Shuuhei breathed heavily.
"Listen Shuuhei, whatever that was given to you is no longer an option. You can't have it. It's bad for you. We are going to help you get off them okay?" Ichigo spoke quietly. "What? No, you can't. I need them! They make me feel better! They make me feel stronger! I need them!" Shuuhei yelled, his other hand grabbing onto Ichigo's bicep. Ichigo winced at the pain.
"No, you don't," Ichigo finalized. Shuuheis hand let go of Ichigos bicep and shot up towards his neck. The red head didn't see what happened but he felt the cement ground hit the back of his head. Shiro didn't hesitate to run over and pry Shuuhei off of him.
"Let go of Ichigo!" Shiro yelled as he kicked him a few times but it seemed it was useless. Ichigo was scratching at Shuuheis hands, his face turning red from lack of air. Grimmjow quickly tackled Shuuhei off of Ichigo, the two of them tumbling onto the street.
Grimmjow landed on top of Shuuhei and punched him a few times before he heard what sounded like a safety lock coming undone.
Ichigo was coughing up a storm but turned his head when he heard the click of a gun and saw that Shuuheis lover was pointing a gun at Grimmjows head. He turned his head once again when he heard the same noise, Emory stepping forward with his own gun pointed at the stranger.
"Let him go," Kensei grunted. Grimmjow was staring straight at him as he got off the injured man beneath him and walking back as Kensei walked towards Shuuhei. He leaned down and helped Shuuhei up.
"Wait," Ichigo coughed as he got up, Shiro helping him. Kensei turned the gun towards him. "He- He needs help. Drug withdrawal is serious. If he doesn't get the right medication he'll die. He needs to get pumped and rid of all the chemicals in his body," Ichigo continued, the coughing dying down a bit.
"I agree. I am a doctor and I can tell you that everything my son said is true. There is a hospital nearby that we can take him to," Isshin explained as he stepped forward.
"And why the fuck should I take your help?! It's your fault he's in this mess!" Kensei yelled.
"You love him don't you?!" Ichigo yelled aggravated. "If you really love him then you would put our differences aside and let us help him! Please! He might have done me wrong but I still care," Ichigo explained, his voice shaky on the last sentence.
Kensei looked at Ichigo then over to the people he once tried to kill. He turned his eyes back to Ichigo. His eyes showing nothing but worry for the man he was holding. He put the safety back on the gun.
"Where's the nearest hospital?"
Ichigo sighed in relief.
"Follow us," Emory spoke up, him and Isshin making his way to his car. Kensei took Shuuhei to their car, putting him in the passenger seat. He closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. He pulled out of the driveway and followed the car in front of him to the hospital, hoping to the Gods that they will get there in time.
"Thank god," Ichigo sighed to himself.
"Yer too nice, Ichi," Shiro said as he turned around with Ichigo, heading back to the house. "Come on, blue," Shiro yelled over his shoulder, opening the door to the house and walking in.
Grimmjow didn't have to be told twice. He closed the door behind him and went to the living room where Shiro put Ichigo down in one of the lovers sear and quickly went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
"Don't put yer head on the couch. I think yer bleeding," Shiro yelled from the kitchen. Grimmjow sat down on the sofa near Ichigo, looking at his neck where red fingerprints resided.
"Is it noticeable?" A hoarse voice came. Grimmjow looked up at Ichigos face to see a small smile on his face, Chocolate bearing into blue rainfall. "Yea. Very," Grimmjow grunted.
Karin and Yuzu, who has been up for the past few minutes due to the yelling she heard, made their way downstairs warily when they heard the door close. They looked at Ichigo and realized that he was injured. Yuzu running over first.
"Ichi-nii! What happened to you? Are you alright?" Yuzu cried as she kneeled next to him.
"No worries, I'm okay," Ichigo reassured with a pat to the head.
"Don't make him talk. Your brothers and Idiot who doesn't know how to keep out of trouble," Shiro complained as he shoved the cup of water into Ichigos view. He put a damp towel onto Ichigo's head to see that he was in fact bleeding. He winced to himself. Ichigo took the towel and held it in place. "And you're better?" Ichigo chuckled as he took the cup of water and drank it slowly. Shiro clicked his teeth and went to sit on the lovers couch across from Ichigo, but not before giving Grimmjow a hot towel. The man said his thanks and placed the towel on the small scratches left by Ichigo.
"Is everything okay now?" Karin spoke up as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her pajama shorts. "For the most part. I think we need ta move though. The neighbors know too much now," Shiro sighed. Ichigo put the cup on the mini table and leaned back letting out a shaky breath. After a while Yuzu and Karin said that they were going to go upstairs, Karin knowing that the three men in the room had to have a little chat.
"Sorry about the cuts," Ichigo spoke first.
"No big deal," Grimmjow grunted. "You should have just stayed in the room."
"For once, I have to agree with the idiot," Shiro complained as he sat back and reached into his pocket, unlocking his phone and going straight to messages.
"You and I both know that was never part of the plan," Ichigo chuckled, a few coughs leaving his mouth afterwards as he sat up.
"I needed to talk to him. I needed closure. And I got it today. I don't know what he wanted us for but I think everything turned out fine,"
Shiro looked up at his brother like he just said something stupid, putting his phone back in his pocket. He had texted Gin saying everything was okay and they had left, getting a quick reply telling him that he would like the details later.
"If by fine ya mean you almost dying, then yes, everything turned out just fuckin' peachy," Shiro spat bitterly, staring Ichigo down.
"Hm," Ichigo tried to hum but instead came out raspy croak.
"At least…Now I know it's really over, Me and Shuuhei I mean," Ichigo sighed as he leaned back on the couch once more. "It's weird…I feel like crying but the tears just won't fall…" Ichigo spoke to thin air. Shiro's aggravated look turned to that of sadness for his younger twin brother. "Well if ya do want to cry, ya have some shoulders to cry on," Shiro whispered. Ichigo stayed silent as he stared up at the ceiling a bit before closing his eyes.
Grimmjow wanted to say he was happy but he couldn't because he knew that Ichigo was hurting. He hated the man that made Ichigo like this. Physically and emotionally. He hated seeing Ichigo like this and he hated even more that at one point, he did something like this to Ichigo. He looked down at the floor, contemplating his next actions and with determined eyes he looked up at Ichigo who had his eyes open and was openly staring at Grimmjow. Grimmjow was taken aback for a second but was still determined to say what he wanted to say.
"Ichigo, Shiro. There's something I want to tell you guys," Grimmjow finally spoke, Ichigos eyes never leaving his, Shiro turning his onto Grimmjows form.
"I haven't been truly honest with you guys," The blue haired man continued. He was now looking at his hands. He told himself that he was prepared to tell them. But the thought of them rejecting him was frightening.
"What is it blue? Spit it out," Shiro grunted with squinted eyes, Grimmjow looking over at him. He turned his eyes over back to Ichigo who was now staring at him intently, waiting to hear what he had to say. He opened his mouth then closed it, before opening it again.
"I'm Yakuza," Grimmjow finished watching as Ichigo looked at him. The red head closed his eyes and turned back to stare at the ceiling.
"Ya made it sound like ya were dyin' or somethin'," Shiro sighed as he leaned back into the couch.
"What? Don't you guys like hate me now?"
"Why would we hate you?" Ichigo finally spoke up, his eyes turning to meet those of Grimmjows.
"You sounded pretty pissed about the fact that the bastard was Yakuza, so I thought, maybe you hated them or something? I dunno…," Grimmjow answered sheepishly. He was confused that they were pushing him away, but at the same time he was happy that they weren't.
"Grimm," Ichigo started, Grimmjows old nickname rolling off his tongue like nothing. Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, liking that he called him by his nickname. "I almost got chocked to death today. You being Yakuza means nothing to me at this point. And no, I wasn't bitter at the fact that Shuuhei was Yakuza. I was mad at the fact that he didn't tell me, and I had to hear it from someone else," Ichigo explained. "But even if he wasn't Yakuza, the fact that he cheated still stands, the bastard," the red head added as an afterthought.
"Blue, we don't like ya for what ya are. We like ya for who ya are. You could be a serial killer and we'd still like ya,"
"If he was a serial killer I would report him to the police," Ichigo quickly stated.
Grimmjow let out a chuckle.
"But thank you, for telling us I mean," Ichigo smiled. "Yea, blue. That's a pretty badass profession. How does one get into it? It'd be cool if we were Yakuza too," Shiro chimed in as he made gun motions with his hand.
If only you knew, Grimmjow chuckled to himself.
"Hey Ichi," Grimmjow spoke up with a grin. Ichigo turned his head giving the man his attention.
"Now that you know I'm Yakuza, does that make me like ten times hotter to you?" Grimmjow inquired his grin turning into a mischievous one.
Ichigo caught off guard quickly turned his head to the side. Grimmjow could see his ears turning a faint red and along with his brother chuckled.
"I'll take that as a yes," Grimmjow answered himself.
"LET ME GO!" Shuuhei yelled as he was being dragged into the hospital by Kensei and Emory. After they got to the hospital, Shuuhei had started to wake up a bit, his fit beginning again. He quickly got out of the car and headed away from the hospital but Emory grabbed him before he could and held him. He started to kick and Kensei was quick to grab his legs, the two of them making their way into the hospital, Isshin fast on their tail. He went over to the desk to explain the situation to a nurse, also telling her that he was a doctor.
The staff was quick to take action and brought out a bed, quickly tying Shuuhei down when Emory and Kensei dropped him in it.
"Let go of me! Kensei! You can't let them do this to me!" Shuuhei cried, meeting the eyes of his lover as tears started to appear.
"We are doing this for your own good Shuuhei," Kensei explained. He bent down to give Shuuhei a kiss on the forehead and with that the nurses took him away, Shuuhei yelling profanity at them to let him go because he needs his supplements.
Kensei turned to Emory and Isshin, who made his way over once he spoke to one of the doctors that he knew.
"What can I do?" Kensei spoke up in a hushed tone, anger emanating through his body,
"What do you mean?" Isshin inquired, truly confused by the mans question.
"Don't play dumb. I know the two of you are trying to get to Aizen. Trying to bring him down. I won't just stand here and pretend nothings wrong. He hurt Shuuhei, so the bastards gonna pay. Plus, he's after your kids, you're not going to take that sitting down. So, I'll ask again. What can I do?" Kensei asked again after his small explanation. Emory grinned at him, Kensei not being affected since he's seen it so many times.
"You, Mugurama, are to keep quiet of what happened today. You are to go back to Aizen and tell him that you failed because your lover suddenly went senile. He's the closest thing we have to evidence of what Aizen does so I'll make sure my men keep him safe until he's stable again. You are my new inside man and if you so much as cross me in anyway, I'll have your head, understand?" Emory smiled.
"Yea, sure. I'm done with him," Kensei agreed.
"Good," Emory chimed as he took out his phone and dialed someone's number, putting the phone to his ear when done.
"Yes?" The monotone voice came through the phone.
"You can come back now, I've found you a replacement," Emory chimed.
"Understood," The voice spoke again. The dial tone suddenly was heard and that told Emory that the man had ended the call. "He was never a conversationalist type of man," Emory said to no one as he put his phone back in his pocket.
"Get ready to experience hell, boy," Emory grinned once again, tapping Kensei on the shoulder. Kensei let out his own chuckle, Isshin tilting his head in confusion.
"I'm already living it."
And there you have it. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I feel next chapter will be a new beginning for our mains. I wonder how it will go down.
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Until next time.
Ciaosu~!