HAHAHAH! MAN DID THIS TAKE FORVER! WHY YOU ASK?! Well I have school ya see. And school makes me cry so I've been doing a lot of that. But it makes me feel better ya know? But anyway while I did the crying I was able to write up chapter 9! Yippe! I know you guys hate me for taking too long. But I just want to thank you all that review and follow and favorite. You guys are awesome and your reviews keep me going honestly. I enjoy getting an email saying someone commented and it just makes my heart flutter. It makes me feel better in all this chaos going on in my school. So really. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you guys.
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Please enjoy Chapter 9: A Typical Plan
Aizen slammed his fist onto the table, eliciting a tilt from the head of Gin, Tousen looking at the man as if he wasn't himself.
At the moment, he wasn't.
Gin had just told his boss that his little nephews won't be visiting him today due to the man who was supposed to bring them taking a trip to the hospital. He withheld the information of the two that had accompanied him there, just saying that Kensei had taken him.
Aizen finally recollected himself as he swiftly pushed an escaping strand of hair back, leaning into his chair and cupping his head onto his hand as he leaned it on the armrest. He looked over the screen that was in front of him. "No matter, I will have my way. And I believe I will know how to do it," A small smile appeared on his lips.
"May I ask what it is you plan to do?" Gin asked with a tilt of the head. He needed to know what he was planning so that he can act accordingly. Aizen stared up at the man in front of him, a raised eyebrow looking at Gin questioningly. "Well… If you must know Gin, I plan to bring back someone you know well. They fit the criteria of what I am planning, and I feel that if the cards are played right, I will have either one or both of my nephews here in the building by the end of the week. I do not need those worthless workers to get what I want," Aizen stood up from his seat and headed towards the door after he closed his laptop. He stood next to Gin, tapping the man on the shoulder.
"Like I always say, If you want something done you do it yourself," He removed his hand and headed to the door that Tousen was holding open for him. "Of course, I won't really be the one doing," Aizen added as an afterthought, a chuckle being the last thing Gin heard before the door closed.
::+::
After the whole altercation wit Shuuhei and Grimmjow telling Shiro and Ichigo that he was, in fact, a Yakuza, everything was semi back to normal. Ichigo said that the hit to his head was giving him a migraine and he took some pills. He said he was going to go to sleep, Shiro saying that was a terrible idea and he needed to stay awake. Grimmjow, who was still in the house with them, agreed saying he wasn't a doctor but even he knew he shouldn't close his eyes after a hit to the head. He continued to tease the berry, wondering why he was studying to be a doctor if he didn't even know that.
Ichigo blushed at that, blaming his forgetfulness on the migraine. Shiro called bullshit but they soon stopped teasing him when he threatened to kill them both.
Ichigo complied and decided against sleeping and said they needed to do something to keep him awake. So Shiro thought the best way to keep the berry awake was to play 20 questions with Grimmjow. The two taking turns asking him questions about his profession. Grimmjow didn't see the need to lie but he didn't give them the full truth for obvious reasons. One of the question he had gotten, he didn't expect to get from Ichigo.
"Have you killed anyone?" Ichigo turned his head to look into azure eyes, Grimmjow looking shocked at his question.
"Uh,"
"Holy shit, have you?!" Shiro chimed excitedly.
"Well, before I answer that. I should explain that my dad's organization is mostly dedicated to the police. So we don't do all the bad Yakuza stuff. We are like, informants. Getting information for the police to get drug lords and criminals behind bars. Them dying is just a plus," Grimmjow explained.
"So you guys are basically spies for the police?" Ichigo questioned, very interested in the subject of conversation. Grimmjow thought about that description, a small smirk appearing showing off his pearly white teeth. "Yea. Something like that,"
"So then…the people you've killed, were all bad people?" Ichigo enhanced his question.
"That's right. Because if I were to hurt the innocent, you would hate me," Grimmjows grin becoming bigger. Ichigo just hummed as he tapped his chin with his finger.
"That's fucking awesome. I wish I could kill people with no consequences," Shiro sighed.
"Dude, there's always a consequence. Might I remind you that I was a target of a hit,"
"If it wasn't for that hit we wouldn't have met again," Shiro mused.
"Says the person who wanted to let him die," Ichigo spoke under his breath. "Wait what? You wanted to let me die?!" Grimmjow growled, a bit hurt by Shiros past actions. "I was mad at ya! But we talked everything out. So, if we were in that situation again I would help ya!" Shiro chuckled.
"I guess…" Grimmjow grunted as he leaned back.
"Speaking of which…" Shiro trailed off as he stood up and stretched. "Where are you going?" Ichigo asked, looking at his brother skeptically, not liking the way his eyes glint in mischievousness. "Yer room. I'm tired. Need a nap!" Shiro said as he walked off, winking at Ichigo in the process. Said man squinted his eyes at the albino, watching his back disappear up the stairs.
Ichigo leaned back in his seat as he stared up at the ceiling, Grimmjow leaning on his legs as he stared at the berry. There was a comfortable silence, Grimmjow knowing exactly why Shiro left. They haven't had their talk. A talk that has been postponed because of everything that has happened. This is the first time that the two of them have been left alone in the same room and neither one of them knew what to say.
Grimmjow was never this nervous but he didn't want to say anything that would fuck up their relationship even more.
Ichigo on the other hand, was confused about the situation. He was officially done with Shuuhei, and now he could be with Grimmjow. But he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of just jumping into his arms. But he would be lying to himself if he didn't want the blunette to hug him. To hold him and take all his troubles away. The events of everything that happened was playing in his head.
Shuuhei got in trouble because he was seen with Grimmjow. What would happen to him if people knew he was involved with someone from the Yakuza. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He knew deep down that that didn't matter to him. He loved Grimmjow and he would do anything for him. And he knew the blunette would do anything for him, if his actions today said otherwise.
The silence was broken when Grimmjow spoke up and asked, "What are you thinking about Ichigo?"
Ichigo hummed, his eyes opening and looking over to the blunette. "Wondering if me hanging out with you is trouble to come,"
Grimmjow chuckled at that statement. "You make it sound like we weren't getting into trouble before," Ichigo chuckled at that. "Yea well, back then was acceptable since everyone kept giving us shit,"
"Bastards didn't know how to keep it in their mouth," Grimmjow grunted. "Especially that one kid, the one who was trying to get at ya?"
"Oh yea, I forgot about him. You beat the shit out him just because he touched me. Granted I could have kicked his ass myself but you took that one first," Ichigo chuckled. "Bastard deserved it, touching up on what's mi-" Grimmjow stopped himself before finishing that sentence, looking into calm chocolate eyes.
"I'm…I'm still angry for what you did to me," Ichigo started. "You literally put me through hell. Years without a single phone call, a visit. Nothing. When Nel reached out to us and told us you guys were alright I was happy. Did I want to kick your ass? Yes. But I was happy that the two of you were still alive," Ichigo continued, his body shifting in the chair because he wasn't used to talking about his feelings.
"Shiro explained to me everything that's happened. If I knew that would happen I would have never left,"
"But it did, and it can't be taken back," Ichigo retorted, his eyes looking at the t.v because he didn't want to look into regretful blue ones. It was silent for a few minutes. Neither of them talking. Both thinking about different things but all revolving around the same question.
What now?
Grimmjow wanted Ichigo. He would stop at nothing to have him. And now that the one person holding him back was gone, he will have him. But how would he go about it. Grimmjow wasn't a scaredy cat. He would grab what he wanted but he knew right now wasn't the time for that. For the first time in Grimmjows life he genuinely didn't know what to do.
Ichigo on the other hand was in the same predicament. If any of the recent Drama showed Ichigo anything, is that he definitely still loved Grimmjow but he didn't know how to go about it. He officially broke up with his boyfriend. He wasn't in the right mind to date right now. But he wanted Grimmjow. He's been wanting him for years on end. But he felt that right now wasn't the time for that. He needed to get himself together. If Ichigo wanted to do something he would just do it, but this situation in itself was scaring him. But the least he could do was put Grimmjows heart at ease.
"I still love you," Ichigo whispered under his breath. He slowly turned his head to look at Grimmjow, his eyes large like a deer in the headlights. Ichigo stared at him and was shock when he saw a tear go down check. Grimmjow quickly lifted his arm to wipe it away.
"Are you?"
"NO! I'm not! Get that thought out of your fucking head. Clean your goddamn house. There is dust everywhere!" Grimmjow babbled. He continued to rub at his eyes and Ichigo couldn't help but think that was cute. He got up, standing still for a bit when a sudden dizziness came over him. Grimmjow saw this and quickly got up to hold onto Ichigo. The red head stared at the floor and whispered a small thanks removing himself from Grimmjows grip. When he felt stable he walked the small distance to sit next to Grimmjow who also made his way back to his seat.
Grimmjow sniffed a bit, hating that he was so out of character, but that hate being put aside because he was probably the happiest person on earth. Of course, him being Grimmjow, he hid it by putting a scowl on his face as he turned to look at the berry.
Ichigo looked into his Azure eyes, Grimmjows eyes showing so many beautiful emotions. He lifted his hands, cupping Ichigos face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing his soft tan skin. Ichigo continued to get lost in the sea, his eyes closing on instinct when he saw that Grimmjow was shifting forward. He remembered that he told himself to take it slow, but just this once he wanted to be selfish. He wanted Grimmjow.
"MY CHILDREN! I AM HOME!" Isshin yelled as the loud slamming of the door resonated through the house. Isshin made his way into the living room, Emory following behind him but not before closing the door and locking it. "How are you feeling son! How is your head? Did you take some medicine?" Isshin bombarded Ichigo, noticing that he was sitting at the far end of the couch in the fetal position, his hand over his head as he glared down the t.v, his face redder than his name. Emory walked into the living room noticing his son glaring daggers at them.
"The hell is wrong with you? You look like someone just stole your favorite toy," Emory glared back, not liking the way his child was looking at him. "You might as well have," Grimmjow growled back. Emory lifted a perfect brow, finally taking notice of the other young man on the couch. His brain clicked the pieces together and the man let out a chuckle with a toothy grin.
"Well, I'm sure that once everything settles down you'll be able to play with your new… toy," Emory grinned. "Make sure you don't break it," Emory commented as he stepped into the kitchen.
"My son! Are you sick?!" The man traveled over to the other side of the couch, putting his hand onto the berrys head. Ichigo swapped his hand away angrily as he continued to not meet his fathers gaze. "What's wrong son?! Did something happen?! You can tell daddy anything! You know that right?!" The man continued to pester the poor child. Ichigo grunted as he put his face into his hands. He was so happy he was stealthy and moved away quick enough for their parents not to see. He was so happy that his father was somewhat of an idiot, at least that's what he believed, so he didn't catch onto the weird atmosphere. Emory on the hand knew what was going on which is probably why he said that little snarky remark, but that only made the berry more mortified because he can already see the little innuendo jokes being made. He let out another groan as he slid his hands down his face.
"Isshin get in here and leave 'em alone," Emory called out from the kitchen. Isshin looked at his son once more before pouting and trudging towards the kitchen.
"It amazes me that you don't see what is happening," Emory silently spoke from inside the fridge. "I don't know what you mean," Isshin chuckled lowly.
"It seems that Grimmjow has told your sons what we are," Emory spoke lowly, as he closed the fridge and turned to face Isshin. "My kids are very welcoming. They're not one to judge other people. Especially Shiro and Ichigo,"
"And that is a good thing. It would have crushed Grimm and Nel if they never wanted to talk to them again," Emory sat onto the chair, his face being cradled by his hand that was propped up on the marble island.
"Are you implying something?" Isshin questioned with a tilt of his head.
"Your sons are now involved. Don't you think you should tell them everything so that they will be prepared?" Emory questioned, true concern leaking from his voice. Isshin looked at him for a moment, pondering the statement. He let out a sigh as he made his way towards the living room, yelling out for Shiro to come down. Emory smirked, glad that Isshin realized that them knowing is the safest thing he could do for them.
Emory stood up and followed his friend, wanting to help him any way he could.
::+::
"So what are we doing for your and Shiros birthday?" Shinji spoke up from in front of Ichigo, picking up a cup and drank whatever was inside.
Ichigo and Shinji were sitting in a small café. Shinji had called him up yelling at the red head for ignoring him all this time. Ichigo explained that he wasn't ignoring him but just that there was a lot of things happening. Shinji didn't believe him so Ichigo told him he will meet with him today so that they can talk about whatever. In all honesty Ichigo didn't really want to leave. He wanted to stay home and think about everything that happened the night before.
"Shiro! Come down!" Isshin yelled towards the stair case. Not a few minutes pass and Shiro is making his way down the stairs. "What the hell old man? I was having a really good dream," Shiro grunted. "I'm sure you were child. Sit down, I have something to tell you guys. Shiro took a seat next to Ichigo, asking himself why he was sitting so far from Grimmjow. Isshin made his way to sit in the seat in front of them, Emory staying behind the sofa as he leaned on the wall. "Now, what I'm about to tell you guys is very important. "More important things? Is today just a day for telling people important things? In all honesty, I don't think I can handle anymore surprising information," Ichigo whined as he rubbed at his head.
"First Shuuhei is Yakuza. Then Shiro falls in love with a Yakuza. Then today we find out the Jaegerjaquez are Yakuza. What's next. Are you going to tell me that you were actually a part of the Yakuza but decided to leave that life behind when you married mom and now everything is coming back to bite you in the ass?" Ichigo sighed as he looked at Isshins impressed eyes staring at him with approval. He turned to look at Emory who looked like he was holding in a chuckle, then at Grimmjow who looked at him surprised, but like the "You got it right and I wasn't expecting you to get it right" look.
"No…"
"YES!" Shiro yelled as he stood up and threw his arms up in victory. "We're Yakuza! This is so fucking awesome!" Shiro jumped around in excitement. "You're kidding me! Dad tell me that what I just said wasn't true!" Ichigo cried as he stood up. Isshin looked at him and sighed. "I can't do that, since everything you just said was true," Isshin smiled, really impressed that his son got it right on the first try. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Ichigo plopped himself back down as he slid down on the couch.
Shiro suddenly stopped in his tracks and stared at his dad, thinking about something that just hit him. "Hold on…So we're Yakuza," Shiro started. "That's right," His father answered. "And Shuuhei is Yakuza who works under Aizen. So that means that Aizen is the bad guy right?" Shiro continued. Isshin nodded his head, wondering where his son was going with this.
"So then, since Shuuhei works under Aizen, and they're the bad guy, does that mean that Gin works under him too?" Shiro dropped himself onto the couch next to Ichigo, who already knew this from his conversation with the silver fox. "He's the one who told me about Shuuhei so since he knows that means he was there when they were talking about it…right?" Shiro looked over to Ichigo knowing that he was smarter than him, so he'll be able to justify his thoughts.
"Yea, Gin works for Aizen, Shiro," Ichigo sighed as he pat Shiros back. "But," Ichigo started getting everyones attention. "He's a good guy," Ichigo smiled at his brother. "And you know that why?" Shiro looked at him skeptically. Ichigo thought now was the best time to tell him that he went to see him about Shuuhei. "Well, He told you Shuuhei was coming to protect us right?" Ichigo started. "That and…Well…He's the one who told me about Shuuhei…"
"What?"
"On the night you got drunk and went on your little rant, I took your phone and threatened Gin to meet me so that I can know what exactly was Shuuheis game," Ichigo explained. "You went to see him without me?!" Shiro grabbed onto Ichigos collar. "How dare you! Going to see my man without me!" Shiro yelled as he moved Ichigo around by the collar. "I mean you two weren't officially official so I think it was fine. Plus it's not like I went there to make out with the guy. But you did good, he was cute," Ichigo chuckled.
"He's mine you hear me, Ichigo Kurosaki! You keep your body to Grimmjow and Gins is mine!" Shiro cried.
"Wai-What?!" Ichigo babbled as he continued to be tossed around by his brother. "While we are still on the topic of being honest with one another there is still one more important piece information that I must tell you. This will actually explain why Hisagi was probably ordered to bring you two to Aizen…" Isshin started, getting the attention of the three males on the couch. Isshin let out a shaky breath, wanting to keep this a secret for as long as he could but seeing that now there is no other option, he had to come clean.
"Your mother wasn't directly involved with Yakuza but someone she held dear was," Isshin started. "You see, like you said Ichigo, your mother and I moved away from that life when we both found out she was pregnant with you and Shiro. But that wasn't the only reason we left. Her brother was going mad with power at the time and we were afraid that if he knew about you two, he would want to use you and bring you into a world of crime," Isshin continued.
"So then…Mom's brother was," Ichigo started, getting the hint. "That's right. Your mothers brother was Aizen, my brother in law and your uncle," Isshin finished.
"No fucking way!" Grimmjow barked. "You're telling me that your enemy is family?"
"He is not family. Not after what he did," Isshin spat. Ichigo and Shiro looked at each other then back at their father. They didn't know what to say. To find out that their mothers brother was the one who wanted them gave them a small shiver to their spine, knowing that for whatever reason he wanted to meet them, it wasn't good. Ichigo broke the silence when he said, "Dad," Isshin looked up to stare at his sons caramel eyes. "Yes, Ichigo?"
"Have you killed anyone?" He asked the question for the second time today. Shiro quickly turned to his father wondering if he had, remembering the hatred that was seen in his eyes not that long ago. "No," Isshin spoke silently. "My hands are meant to protect and save lives, not take them away," Isshin explained. That made Ichigo give the big oaf a small smile, showing him he was happy with that answer, but that lead him to ask another question.
"If…If you ever find out who it was that killed mom…Will you kill them?" Ichigo continued, catching everyone in the room off guard. Isshin stared at his son and gave him an honest answer. "I don't know,"
"Yea…Me either…" Ichigo sighed. "Are we going to tell Yuzu and Karin?" Shiro spoke up from beside Ichigo, his head turning to look up at the staircase to see Karin sitting at the top with a book in her hand. He knew Yuzu was probably asleep because she gets really sleepy on days where they do nothing. "Karin is tough and smart, so I know that she will be able to hold her own if the time were to ever come, but I would like it if we don't tell Yuzu. She is sensitive about these things and I don't want her to be involved in any way," Isshin explained. "Plus it seems Aizen doesn't know about them yet, so I'd like to keep them both hidden if possible," He added as an afterthought.
"I have one more question," Ichigo leaned back on the couch, all this information making his head heavy. "What is the Hogyoku?" Ichigo crossed his arms. Isshin knew this question was coming and turned to his fellow companion, hoping that he will want to explain.
"The Hogyoku is a dangerous drug that…We made years back," Emory started from them. "You made a drug?" Ichigo turned to Emory, appalled at the idea. "It was a school project when we were still in university. It was a team project between the two of us, Kisuke and…Aizen," Emory explained.
"You guys went to school together? And Uncle Kisuke was involved too? Does that mean he's also Yakuza?" Shiro asked. "He's more of a mad scientist," Emory chuckled as he pushed himself off the wall to sit in the single seat adjacent to Grimmjow. "The drug was to be used to enhance a person's power and make them tap into that part of their brain. But we found out that it hurts the one who takes it. We tested it on mice and the ones who were on it at first looked like they were just in a state of high but afterwards they became frightened. We couldn't think of what, so we concluded that they were hallucinating. It also worked differently for other mice. While some were calm and peaceful, the others would become violent and hurt whoever and whatever they saw," Emory continued to explain.
"If it did that to some animals then it would be much worse to a human. So, we decided to throw away the project. We deleted all the files and dug it in a grave. At least that's what we thought," Emory spat the last part. "Aizen must have kept a hidden file somewhere because he's the only other person who knows about it and it suddenly made a comeback," Emory finished.
"At least we believe it's him. He never does anything with his own hands. Sending others to do it for him. We are currently trying to find proof that it was him so that we can put him behind bars once and for all," Isshin stated as he crossed his arms and leaned back into the couch. "So until we find out a means for a plan to take him down, you two are to stay out of trouble do you understand?" Isshin looked at three boys in front of him with a stern face. They all nodded in understanding.
"Good," Isshin said as he stood up. "We have some other business to attend to so don't do anything crazy," Isshin said as he made his way to the door. "Let's go Grimmjow," Emory stated as he followed him. Grimmjow wanted to say no but knew that if he was wanted it must be important. He silently got up and walked over to the door after saying his goodbyes to Shiro and Ichigo, the door closing being the last thing the twins heard from them.
Ichigo didn't hear anything from them for the rest of the day, Shiro leaving to his room to talk to Gin about only god knows what, and Ichigo was left to ponder the information that has been exchanged that Sunday afternoon. Ichigo wondered if maybe he should have brought up the fact that he remembers seeing Gin the night of his mother's death but thought otherwise, wanting to find some information on that for himself before he deems Gin the murderer.
Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts when a certain blonde yelled out his name while slamming a hand onto the coffee table. Ichigo looked at the man startled and confused.
"What?"
"I! Said! What are we doing for you're and Shiro's birthday!?" Shinji gritted through piano teeth. "Oh," was all Ichigo said as he looked out the window. "Did you forget?" Shinji asked, leaning back in his seat. "Your life must be all over the place, Shuuhei keeping you busy?" Shinji grinned. "We broke up," Ichigo spoke, not a hint of sadness in his voice. "You did?" Shinji raised and eyebrow.
"Yup,"
"When?"
"Yesterday,"
"You went to him?"
Ichigo chuckled at that, "He came to me. Long story short he was dating someone else before he was dating me," Ichigo finished.
"Woah what? He was cheating on them with you?"
"No. His lover knew he was dating me. Apparently, he told him to find someone while he was gone overseas so that he doesn't get lonely. I was his play thing," Ichigo scoffed. "Well you seem pretty okay for someone who just broke up with their 4-month boyfriend," Shinji chuckled at the man. "Well I got closure so it's all good. I can move on in peace," Ichigo huffed. "Does that mean you are going to get with Grimmjow?"
"No. He's going to work for it," Ichigo smirked. "Oh. What a tease. But you know where he can work for it?" Shinji asked excitedly. Ichigo turned to him lifting a perfect brow. "The club! Soul Society! Birthday Bash! This Friday! Already made reservations! Can't say no!" Shinji clapped his hands together. "Wait. You mean the Soul Society? You need like a month in advance reservation to get into that place…" Ichigo said as he looked at Shinji's triumphant smirk. "You are something else, Shinji," Ichigo chuckled in amusement.
"You know I am," Shinji snickered. "Shiro's gonna freak when he finds out. Who's gonna be there?" Ichigo asked, making sure he sounded like wasn't interested in the least, but Shinji knew better. "That's a surprise. Do you known what you're going to get him?" Shinji leaned forward onto his hand. Ichigo considered getting his brother a new game system but he feels there is something much better he can get him for his birthday. And he knew exactly how to get it. "You'll see," he smirked at the blonde.
"Oh but, can I bring a plus one?" Ichigo asked, taking a sip of his strawberry frappe. "Well yea, I asked for a space that holds a lot of people, so there should be enough for a plus one from you and Shiro if you guys decide to bring someone. Why? Are you going to invite Grimmjow yourself?" Shinji chuckled as he leaned onto his propped hand. "Maybe. On the off chance that I am though, what time are you guys going to be there, so I can tell him when to get there?" Ichigo blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shinji smirked at him, showing his piano teeth. "Everyone should be there around 9ish. If you decide to tell him, let me know so I can meet him up front to bring him in," Shinji leaned back, crossing his arms.
"Are we to go there ourselves or is someone going to pick us up?" Ichigo asked, thinking about Shiro not wanting to be rushed. "Nah, I know that Shiro will hate being rushed so you guys can drive yourselves there. That will give us enough time to set up too," Shinji thought out loud. "Alright," Ichigo smiled, picking up his phone when the thing started to vibrate. He turned it around to see that Grimmjow had texted him asking to hang out later. He sent him an okay telling him that he was with Shinji and he can come get him at the Café whenever he's done doing his business. Ichigo paused after that sentence, the thought of him knowing what Grimmjow does now still tickling at his mind. But the thought that he was also, not literally, but still in that field making him feel some type of way. He shoved the thought to the back of his head and put his phone down after he got an "okay" back.
He continued to talk with Shinji about whatever until Grimmjow picked him up, not noticing a set of cerulean set of eyes.
::+::
"I cannot believe this!" A curvaceous woman yelled as she slammed open the door to what seem to be someone's office. A smaller man walking in behind her. His hand reached up to scrub at his short spiky hair. "We were there for about three days!" She yelled once again as she made her way over to the couch and threw herself on it, eliciting a cry from whomever was on the couch. She looked down to see someone laying under her, a green and white hat on their face. "Oh, Kisuke. What are you doing here?"
"I got a call from Isshin telling me to be here. Did he call you guys too?" Kisuke groaned as he removed the hat from his face. "He called us as well. Saying that something important has come up," The white-haired boy spoke from the side. "But I was staking out Aizens building," He started. "More like sitting in pure boredom!" The purple haired woman interrupted. "You didn't have to come along!" The boy yelled in aggravation. "Trust me! If I knew that you were just going to sit there and do nothing I would have told Isshin no!" She stood up and stared at the boy. "Now now, Yoruichi, Hitsugaya. Calm down," Kisuke smiled, removing a fan from his kimono sleeve and waving it in his face.
"I thought we were going to kick some ass. Infiltrate the building. Find some illegal documents. But all we did was sit in your car and watch people come in and out of that damn building," She sighed annoyingly. "But we were able to find out that Aizen and Kensei are working together," Hitsugaya sighed. "They are? That could prove to be quiet troublesome," Kisuke said leaning up when Yoruichi stood up and went to sit on the office desk.
They all turned their heads when the door clicked open, Isshin and Emory making their way in. "So, why did you call us here?" Yoruichi glared down Isshin. "Haha, was hanging out with Hitsugaya not a good plan?" Isshin chimed as he closed the door. "He wouldn't let me go in," Yoruichi crossed her legs and arms in annoyance. "Good, it would be bad if you were to have gotten caught," Isshin sat on the couch while Emory went to sit behind the desk.
"It's been a while Emory Jaegerjaquez. I heard you were back, but I didn't believe them. Are you here to stay or are you going to pack up and leave again?" Yoruichi turned her head to squint at the man. "It's a pleasure to see you too, Yoruichi. If I wasn't mistaken I'd thing you were holding a grudge against me," Emory smirked. Yoruichi quickly got up and leaned towards the man grabbing onto his tie, pulling him forward so that her golden eyes glared into azure. "Because of you Ichigo went through some fucked up shit. Do you think you can just waltz in here like nothing happened? That boy is too pure too be treated the way he was by your son," Yoruichi hissed. "Yes. I am aware of what has happened. I have yet to apologize to the boy but what happens between Grimmjow and Ichigo are up to them," Emory spoke up calmly.
"If he fucks up, he's dead," Yoruichi let him go. "You'll have to get through me first," Emory squinted. "That shouldn't be so hard," She purred as she moved to sit next to Kisuke. "If you don't mind, I'd like to know why we were called here," Hitsugaya sighed. "Yes of course. I'll cut to the chase," Emory started. "I'm sure you are all aware that Kensei Muguruma is back in Japan. Well, he has join our side for the time being,"
"What?!" Hitsugaya yelled. "Need I remind you he tried to kill Kurosaki and you?! Why in the hell are you letting him join us? He cannot be trusted,"
"Calm down pipsqueak. We don't fully trust him. But he's come to terms that Aizen could not be trusted so he gave us his loyalty until we bring him down. So he will be my little pawn until then. Which brings me to my next point. Now that I have a new insider, I pulled back the person I originally had and he will be joining us shortly with his findings," Emory clasped his hands together in thought.
"And who is this person?" Kisuke asked, curiosity slipping from his words. As if on que, a knock resonated throughout the room. "Come in!" Emory yelled. The door pushed open, a tall pale man, with black hair walked in. His green eyes staring around the room, everyone's face being burned into his memory.
"Welcome Back Ulquiorra. How was it at Uncle Aizens?" Emory smirked.
::+::
"So, you are dishing me for Grimmjow. How lovely," Shinji said as a statement more than a question as he looked at the blunette who was sitting next to Ichigo. "You had him for a while, it's my turn blondie," Grimmjow grinned. "If you could talk about me as if I was a human being that would be great," Ichigo sighed as he crossed his arms.
"Well since he's here, you gonna invite him or not?" Shinji spoke up, silently challenging Ichigo to a staring contest, the other participant staring daggers at him. "Invite me to what?" Grimmjow smiled as he turned to the red head beside him. Ichigo scoffed, his eyes shifting to look at the man next to him. "My birthday is coming up and Shinji planned a party for me and Shiro at Soul Society," Ichigo started.
"Soul Society?" Grimmjow showed his confusion. "Oh that's right. You weren't here when it opened," Shiji stabbed at the man, eliciting a growl from Grimmjow. "It's the number one club to go to. It was created a few years back but it become so popular with time that it gets so packed people had to start making reservations to get in," Shinji explained, licking the angry look he created on Grimmjow.
"So then you got a spot for the club. What of it?" Grimmjow continued, hoping they will just get to the point. "Are you an idiot or something? Ichigo is inviting you to the club for his and Shiro's birthday. Geeze man, read between the lines," Shinji sighed disappointedly. "Oh," Grimmjow realized. "I was actually hoping we could spend your birthday together, just us," Grimmjow started. "Oh," Ichigo realized. "Well too bad! He's with us! You can have him the next day, but either you're there or you're square! Cause I had to pull a lot of string to get us in there and I'm not gonna let you put all that effort to waste," Shinji growled.
"Damn, chill. I'll got to his party. Send me the address and time and I'll be there," Grimmjow agreed. "Can I bring Nel?" He asked as an afterthought, turning back to his berry. "If she wasn't already invited, then of course. It wouldn't be the same without her," Ichigo laughed.
"So where are you guys going anyway?" Shinji asked as he leaned forward with an unimpressed look on his face. "Grimmjow and Ichigo turned towards each other, the berry turning away first when Grimmjow flashed him a beautiful pearl white toothy grin. Grimmjow turned back to Shinji, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Not sure yet," Grimmjow answered.
Shinji let out an annoyed sigh as he leaned back once again and slid down his seat sighing the words, "Pathetic" loud enough for the two in front of him to hear.
::+::
"How long has this bozo had you there working for Aizen?" Yoruichi asked from the couch, the man sitting across from her tapping at his computer not giving her the time of day. "He was never really a talker," Emory chuckled, tapping some keys on the keyboard of his computer. "But to answer your question, he has been there for a little over 3 years. I made sure to send him over when he was of age. I'm not a heartless person after all," Emory commented. "Sure you are," Yoruichi grunted.
"Well then, within those 3 years were you able to find anything that could possibly help us in bringing down Aizen?" Hitsugaya spoke up, hating that they were getting nowhere. Ulquiorra lifted his eyes to stare at the white haired man and shift his eyes back to the screen.
"Aizen has done a lot of bad things, but none of these things has he done with his own two hands," Ulquiorra started, getting the attention of everyone in the room, mostly Yoruichi. "So are you saying there is nothing we can pin point him to?" Kisuke asked from beside Yoruichi. "No," He answered, making everyone give an annoyed sigh. "But from what I've learned, the Hogyoku is something he uses to win over his current workers. Of course there were some others, including myself, that did not need to be put on the drug because we were able to show our loyalty in other ways. The thing about the drug is that everyone who has taken it knows they are on it, and it gives them a sense of power that they never knew they had. But it also works differently per user. So, some of the people who had taken it would hallucinate. And I had the luxury of working with said people."
"And from what I've learned," Ulquiorra turned his computer to show a list of names of people who have gone missing in the last few years. "A lot of them were on the missing list from various police stations," Ulquiorra finished as he set his laptop on the table for everyone to see.
"So not only is he distributing said drug, he's kidnapping people to use it on them?" Yoruichi spat. "He wants to complete the Hogyoku. He believes that it can be the perfect drug. One that will grant you all your wishes. One that will make everyone bow down to him," Ulquiorra added on. Kisuke clicked on a file and a plan of the building showed up on the screen. "So do you know where exactly all these people are being held?"
"That I do not know. But I'm sure I'll be able to find out soon,"
"How can you be so sure?" Isshin spoke up for the first time, the information still sinking into his head. "Aizen may be strong and have a lot of people working for him, but the way he treats his workers are terrible. He may think that everyone is a loyal follower but there are plenty of people I have come across that would like to see Aizen be put down," Ulquiorra started, a plan clear in his voice.
"So, we give them a way out and they speak up for us and tell us what they know," Emory stated more as an idea than a question.
"Exactly. Plus, they will be vital if we decide we need a testimony on the off chance Aizen does take matters into his own and disposes of the evidence,"
"And knowing Aizen, there is a high chance that he will do that. He will do anything to make sure that nothing is noted back to him," Kisuke spoke up. "So then what's the plan?" Hitsugaya asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"We need to bring everyone together first," Isshin stated pulling out his phone and dialing a number. The ringtone went off twice before Isshin heard a click, telling him that the person on the line answered.
"Did something happen?" Kaien asked worriedly from the other line. "Bring everyone together and tell them to meet at the usual spot,"
"You got a plan?"
"It's small, but it's getting there,"
::+::
Grimmjow opened the door to his house, stepping aside to let Ichigo in, the boy looking at him suspiciously before making his way inside.
"Where is everyone?" Ichigo asked as he continued his way inside towards the living room, taking in the beautiful décor. I knew he was rich but this house screams it. Are we still in Japan?, He thought to himself. "Dad is off with your dad on some sort of business and mom went shopping with Nel. Only god really knows when they'll be back," Grimmjow answered as he made his way to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?" he offered loudly enough for Ichigo to hear him from the kitchen. "Um…some tea is fine," Ichigo said walking towards the door that leads to the patio. He opened the door, the lights automatically turning on to see a pool that changed colors (Because of the lights of course) and an open bar next to it. "Would you like to take a dip?"
"WAH!" Ichigo yelled as he moved out the doors and turned to see Grimmjow holding a cup and a beer bottle in his hands, a snarky grin placed on his beautiful lips. "At least make a freaking sound or something!" Ichigo yelled at the man. "Hey, you should pay more attention to the things around you," Grimmjow commented as he pushed the cup of tea into Ichigo's hands. The red head took it, taking a sip and sighing in content. "Not bad,"
"What? You thought I couldn't make a cup of tea?" Grimmjow asked moving more towards the pool as he took a sip of his beer.
"Well…You proved me wrong," Ichigo chuckled, eliciting an annoyed sigh from Grimmjow.
"You didn't answer my question though," Grimmjow spoke up as he stood near the pool. "What?" Ichigo looked up from his cup, into mischievous blue eyes. "I said, would you like to take a dip?" Grimmjow repeated himself as he bent down to put his beer on the pool side, coming back up to take off his shirt. Ichigo looked at Grimmjows back and couldn't help but think about how he wanted to put his hands on it. "Like what ya see?" Grimmjow grinned down at the red head. Ichigo scoffed, hiding his emberrasment. "I don't have any swim wear so even if I wanted to I can't," Ichigo answered after he got his bearings back. He turned around and went to take a seat on one of the beach chairs.
"Ever heard of skinny dipping?" Grimmjow said as he took off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Ichigo leaned back in the chair, propping up his feet. "Ever heard of public decency?" Ichigo retorted. "If that's what's bothering you then jump in with your clothes. You can just borrow some of mine while I put yours to dry afterwards," Grimmjow suggested before throwing himself in the water. Ichigo watched as the man resurfaced back up for air, the blue haired man combing his wet hair back with his fine long fingers. Ichigo squinted at him, angry that he made him feel the way he did.
"The temperature is perfect ya know. You're missing out," Grimmjow smirked. "The temperature is pretty decent out here too, so I think I'll manage," Ichigo chuckled as he put his cup down on the floor. A comfortable silence spread itself between Ichigo and Grimmjow, the both of them enjoying each others presence. After a while Ichigo did have the urge to swim, swimming being one of his favorite things to do. He clicked his teeth, annoyed at himself as he rolled up the bottom part of his jeans high enough to deem his legs worthy of getting in the water. He stood up from his seat, taking out his phone and putting it on the chair. He walked over to the pool side and sat on the edge as he dunked his feet inside.
He watched as Grimmjow did small laps around the pool, watching how his back muscles moved with the water sliding off his back. This sucks! Grimmjow sucks! Why the hell does he make me feel like this, the berry thought to himself. I thought waiting till the time is right would be easy, but this is harder than I thought. Curse my morals! Ichigo sighed to himself. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Grimmjow swim up to him and float in between his legs. Ichigo looked down to meet Blue eyes and an all knowing grin.
"Ichigo, if you want to touch me all you gotta do is ask," Grimmjow chuckled, watching the red head blush and turn his head. "You shut up, you womanizer," Ichigo grunted.
"Don't you mean Ichinizer?" Grimmjow retorted as he got up and placed his hands between Ichigos thighs, placing himself between his legs. "That was really bad," Ichigo turned to see that Grimmjow was very close to him. He would have yelped but he thought that was not very manly at the moment. The two of them were looking at each other for a while, Grimmjow being the one to break the silence.
"Tell me Ichi, what exactly are you waiting for?"
Ichigo tilted his head in confusion, squinting at the man in front of him. Grimmjow couldn't help but think that was cute. "What are you talking about now?"
"I'm talking about us. Why are we taking it slow? We both know what we want so shouldn't we just do it?"
"Do-Do it? You-You mean like-?" Ichigo stuttered, shocked at what Grimmjow was implying.
"No. Well, yes. I do want to fuck you but that's not what I'm talking about. When are you going to be my boyfriend? When are we going to be in a relationship? I might be patient but even I have my limits. I have you right in front of me yet you still feel so far away and I…" Grimmjow stopped and looked down at his reflection on the water, trying to find the right words.
"I hate it. I want you Ichigo. Why are you making me suffer more?" Grimmjow lifted his eyes to meet shocked caramel brown. "I…I didn't mean to… It's just, I don't know. You were the first person I gave my heart to and then you just…Up and left. I felt terrible. It was nothing but depression and anxiety attacks. It took me a while to trust people who weren't friends and family. And then Shuuhei came, and I thought…" Ichigo was rubbing his hands together, trying to explain why he was doing what he was doing.
"I thought maybe I'd be able to trust someone again but then I found out he was just using me….It's just really hard to trust someone again…All this shit really fucked me up…" Ichigo explained looking down at the now red lighted water. "Yea, I get that. But you can trust me Ichigo," Grimmjow grabbed his chin and lifted it up gently so that he could see those heartwarming eyes he loved so much. "You say that but how will I know you just won't up and leave again?" Ichigo spat silently. "I won't leave. I learned my lesson," Grimmjow moved closer so that their bodies were inches apart. "You say that now but-"
"I will never leave you. If I leave I am bringing you with me. I spent years longing for you and now that I finally have you, I'm not letting you go," Grimmjow said, determination clear in his azure eyes. Ichigo looked into those eyes that he loved with a passion. He lifted up his arms slowly and placed his hands on Grimmjows waist.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'll never leave you again," Grimmjow said as he slowly leaned in capturing Ichigo lips in a soft kiss. Ichigo returned the kiss, Grimmjow licking his bottom lip to tell Ichigo he wants more of him. Ichigo opened his mouth and the soft, gentle kiss turned to one of passion and longing. The two fought for dominance but Ichigo knew he wouldn't win this fight. They tasted each other, the two of them exploring each other's cavern. Grimmjow was falling more in love with Ichigo, craving more from him, those silent moans escaping his mouth making Grimmjow grow hotter and crazy for the man in front of him. They pulled away from each other, the two of them already missing each other.
They looked into each other's eyes, Grimmjow giving his well known shit eating grin while Ichigo was catching his breath, his skin so red that his freckles on the bridge of his nose could be seen. "Ichigo Kurosaki. I am in love with you. Will you be my boyfriend?" Grimmjow kissed him again, this time just a small, tender peck on the lips. Ichigo breathed him in, feeling high just from being near him. He looked up to stare at Grimmjow, a small smile curving onto his lips.
"I mean I guess." Ichigo smiled as he tilted his head but stared up cutely at Grimmjow, embarrassed by this whole ordeal.
Grimmjow chuckled and kissed him once again, their tongues dancing in a twist of love. They continued to enjoy each other's presence, not noticing the pair of sea green eyes squealing at them silently with their phone in their hands.
AAHHH I personally loved this chapter a lot. We got to see Ulqui. We learn Shiro and Ichigo's birthday is on the way. Ichigo and Grimmjow finally got together. Isshin told Ichigo and Shiro everything! And we'll be seeing more of Isshins people and Emory's too. This was just a good chapter, despite all the bad things Aizen is doing. What could possibly go wrong? Haha…
Welp! I hope you guys enjoyed and please leave a review telling me I suck for taking too long. School is almost over so I'll have more time. Also, I have two other fics! Take a look see will ya? Lemme know what ya think. Until next time!
Ciaosu!