A/N I'm BAAACK! Went to bed at 6 in the morning, woke up at 2 with 12 extra reviews awaiting me. That deserves another chapter, don't you think? Cuz I certainly do! Also, reading that chapter over I didn't see any mistakes. I was like O.O! Woot! Well here we go... P.S. I'm in an excited mood so this will probably contain much stupidity and random acts of idiocy. You have been warned! Also, poor Grimmy and Shiro will have some more feminine problems near the beginning xD Don't ask... you'll see, um, read I mean.

Day Two

Karakura Town ( Different locations that will be stated later )

Normal POV

All five boys started on their way back home. Renji and Shinji walked with each other since their houses were so close. As a matter of fact, the two friends lived across the street from the other. Shiro and Grimmjow took their respective cars back to their mutli-million dollar mansions. Grimmjow's was surrounded by a forest, nature surrounding it, hiding it from the rest of the world and, in turn, the paparazzi. He would sometimes take a stroll through the forest, just listening and observing. Maybe that was where the rumors originated from. Shiro's was just a bit farther outside the city limit, nestled into the country. He had always enjoyed the more peaceful and serene outdoors that was offered, but few knew this, save his close friends. Don't be mistaken though. He still loved the lights and the fame, but being you other self once in a while didn't hurt.

You see, there was only one problem that neither Grimmjow or Shiro noticed. It only came to their attention at rather an unpleasant time.

Grimmjow's Mansion

What the fuck? Where was that fucking shirt? Grimmjow was rushing around, throwing clothes everywhere in his fit of rage. He had just seen the fucking thing! It couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He knew his closet was huge, by all standards, but it shouldn't be this hard to find one fucking shirt! After another ten minutes of destroying his closet, it now looking like a rainbow had thrown up all over the place since all the colors were now mixed together on the floor, and scaring over half his personal staff, which actually happened quite often, he finally found it. Howling in triumph, he slipped it on and decided that even though the shirt was perfect, tight in all the right places, his pants looked like shit. He turned on his heel only to finally see how his wardrobe now looked. Groaning in dismay, he relentlessly started his rampage to find that pair of pants that he had in mind...

Shiro's Mansion

Shiro was having much the same problem, but there was just a a couple of slight differences. He kept his pants and shirt in different closets. Helpful, indeed, but the main problem was that neither one was organized at all. He was about ready to pull his hair out of his head if he didn't find what he wanted to wear and if he didn't find it soon. After throwing a glass vase at one of his attendants that had offered to help him, he suspected that everyone was hiding either on the other side of his estate or trying to organize the other closet slightly before he found the shirt and went to destroy the other closet. He vaguely made a mental note to give a slight bonus to those who were actually trying to do shit and work for their paychecks.

After what seemed like forever, he finally found the shirt he was looking for. Smirking, he pulled it on and complimented himself on how perfect they were. He found a necklace that matched very nicely and slipped it on. Now to find that goddamn pair of pants. He practically ran to the other closet, thankful that the door was already open. He skidded to a stop in the middle of it and took care to remember the faces of the employees there for that bonus. They had accomplished a miracle in the previous unorganized excuse of a wardrobe. Everything was now separated by color and by type of jeans: blue jeans on the left side, skinny jeans on the right, and the other misplace jeans with no home were in the dressers. Thank you God and wealth!

He quickly darted over to the skinny jeans and started throwing all the ones that weren't what he was looking for over and behind his shoulder. He heard a soft sigh of disapproval and he turned around to see one of his best friends standing there, face emotionless as ever, although Shiro could see the slight hint of amusement hidden behind green eyes.

"Really, Shiro. If you restrained yourself in the first place you would not have to worry about finding something in such an utter mess," Ulquiorra looked around, quickly noticing the blushes of a few females that were hiding in the corner.

"Oi! Shaddap! I'm already in a rush, so if ya'll excuse me," by this time Shiro had found the shirt he was looking for and his voice was slightly muffled from him pulling it over his head.

"Oh, I can see that. What I would like to know is why you are in such a rush. As far as my knowledge informs me, there is no parties tonight or celebrity outgoings taking place tonight," Ulquiorra was observing his nails even though there was no color to them, a habit Shiro noticed quite a long time ago.

Shiro wasn't really intending to give an answer to that, but Ulquiorra looked up and his look quickly changed Shiro's mind.

"Well, we got an assignment 'n school. Im'ma meetin' up wit' my group for it tonight," understanding flashed through green eyes.

"Ah. I see. Well then, behave yourself. We do not need any repeats of any... misunderstandings," Shiro suddenly thought how much his best friend and his new teacher were alike. "Other then that, I bid you farewell and have a nice time," Ulquiorra walked out without another word, not waiting for a goodbye. Shiro sighed and noticed that the black on one of his nails was chipped. SHIT!

"Amanda!" a girl with light blonde hair with green eyes that had helped arrange his closet looked at him, startled. Shiro raised his hand with the cracked black nail polish and the girl smiled in relief.

"Let's fix that," she followed Shiro to the living room where the nail polish was kept for numerous unknown reasons.

Grimmjow's Mansion

Grimmjow had finally found the pair of pants. He grinned and tugged them on, turning to some drawers in one corner of the room, immediately going to the three top ones that his belts should be held in. He opened all three of them up and his grin disappeared, only to be replaced with a frown. Where. The. Fuck. Were. His. Belts. He was about ready to kill the next person that appeared in front of him. Speak of the next unlucky victim. He heard the chink of metal hitting each other and he turned around to see some scared girl holding hangers, belts hanging from them.

"U-u-um, I th-thought you m-might want these p-polished, sir," the terrified girl held the belts out. Grimmjow's anger vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced with something entirely different.

If Grimmjow was anymore out of his right mind at that moment he might have started singing and dancing with happiness. He barely restrained himself from picking the girl up and spinning her around in a circle. He did loose a bit of self control, though, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and laughed with joy. He was so going to give this girl a huge bonus on her paycheck this month. Since they were all out already, his eyes quickly landed on the one he wanted to wear. He patted the girl one more time on her brown hair, the girls cheeks a bright red by this time, and slipped it on. Looking himself over in the mirror, a feral grin appeared. He knew he was hot, but his sexiness surprised him every damn time. He was just too good looking for his own good.

Now, time for him to style his hair. Making his way over to the bathroom, the girl, he remembered her name as Izzy, followed him.

"Um, Grimmjow, sir, you used the rest of your hair gel for the party last night," Grimmjow was about to turn around and snarl at her, his mood being bi-polar at that moment, but she spoke up again. "So, uh, one of the other girls ran out and got the new, better kind you requested last week," Izzy smiled weakly to her friend, Emily, that was suddenly following behind the two of them. He never remembered having such amazing employees. That girl was also getting a bonus.

Thirty Minutes Later

Grimmjow was finally through doing his hair. His hair took forever to style and gel exactly the way he wanted it. He looked himself over in the floor length mirror one more time, nodding his approval at his look. He grabbed his keys and glided out the front door, feeling sexy and confident. Sliding into the drivers seat of his favorite and most prized car, he stuck the key into the ignition and started the car, the motor purring its approval. Now...

Shiro's Mansion

Shiro's nails were finally finished. He had the girl, Amanda, paint layering after layering so that he wouldn't have to worry about it for some time. He looked at himself in the mirror and smirked. The only thing that he hadn't messed with was his hair, the snowy locks which fell neatly on his shoulders and down a little, the one side bang slightly covering part of one of his eyes. Shiro grabbed his keys and practically strutted to his pride and joy. He carefully opened the door to the drivers seat and slid in. He started the car and the engine roared to life, but quieted down dramatically in just a few short seconds. Now...

Grimmjow's and Shiro's Mansion

Where the fuck was Ichigo's house?

Grimmjow's POV

I had never even thought about that minor fucking detail before! I mean, who would have? I was so excited about actually going over to Ichigo's house, which, by the way, I was still wondering why there were butterflies in my stomach and why I felt so nervous, that I hadn't actually stopped to think about if I needed his address or even his fucking phone number! So, here I am. Sitting in my car with the engine running, all dressed up, with nowhere to go. Turning the car off so that I wasn't wasting gas, not like that really mattered, and so I could think in peace I sat and thought about my current situation. Alright, so how was I supposed to find out where the berry head lived? Well I saw Ichigo turn left instead of right when he left school so that eliminated about over half the town. Second it must have been within walking distance, so somewhere within maybe ten miles.

I rubbed my temples with the tips of my fingers. Damn, this was just fucking perfect. I looked at the clock in the dashboard and saw that I had about an hour until it hit six. I had planned on being early and the first one there, but at this point I would be happy if I just made it on fucking time. Figuring I needed all the time I had I pulled out my cell phone and called the one person I knew could help me. The person on the other line answered on the second ring.

"What do you need this time, Grimmjow. I'm a very busy man and I don't have time to waste talking to you," a superior voice on the other line talked quickly and efficiently, not using unnecessary words or breath.

"Ah, stop being such a bitch Szayel," I heard a sigh on the other end. Good. He was listening. "Now I need that favor you owe me. I forgot to get the address from someone I was suppose to meet up with tonight. I need ya to find it for me," the sound of tapping from Szayel was heard through the phone.

"Of course, you would be someone to do something so idiotic, but if this rids me of my debt to you I'll gladly comply. Now what is the name?"

"Ichigo," there was a snort.

"I also need a last name, Grimmjow."

I had to grit my teeth. He was really pushing his luck. If this really didn't matter I wouldn't even bother. "Ichigo Kurosaki," I managed to spit out.

"Much better." I heard more typing on the other line. "Ah, here we are. Wow, I must say this really was a waste of a debt, Grimmjow. If you had simply put his name in on the computer you would have found his dad's clinic where Ichigo lives. You truly are useless."

I would have hung up at that moment, but he had yet to tell me the address, so I tried my best to endure it. At that moment Szayel rattled the address to me and I quickly wrote it down on a notepad I kept under the front seat for something like this. Right when he was done I hung up the phone. Hopefully I wouldn't have to talk to that fucker for a while. Now that I had the address of the berry I entered it into the GPS on the dashboard and I was off and on my way.

Shiro's POV

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I was such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot! How could I be so goddamn stupid? I looked at my cell phone. Ok, so I had about an hour left. Taking a deep breath I found the number on the phone and touched call. Of course he answered on the first ring.

"Ulquiorra, I need your help. Can ya' look up an address for meh? Please?" I begged, not really caring how pathetic I sounded.

"I figured something like this would happen so I already looked up the information," my jaw dropped.

"Wha' the fuck? Are you stalkin' me or somethin'?"

"No, I just have insider information," Ulquiorra emotionlessly told me an address, which I scribbled down on a napkin that I had stuck in my pocket.

"So, just ta' make sure your talkin' 'bout the right person, this is Ichigo's address, right?" I was answered by the beeping of the dial tone. Well fuck. Guess I had to just rely on that creepy guy this time. Ok, again. Stomping on the gas pedal, my car took off at lightning speed. I didn't know why, but I just knew that I had to get there before that blue haired asshole did. I felt that if I didn't then something bad or possibly even dangerous would happen. What that could be I had no clue, but I wasn't eager to find out. I had discovered that it was best to go with your gut instinct. After all, it had never failed me before.

I knew I probably had a head start. First off, Grimmjow lived a little farther out then me. Second, I doubted that he had anyone he would turn to for help for finding Ichigo's address. I was just lucky that I had such an intelligent friend. Believing these two things, I decided to take a bit more of a leisurely pace after I was about two-thirds there, slowing down a bit so that I could look around and memorize the neighborhood. I noted how the houses weren't very high class, but it was a far cry from poor. I was suddenly curious as to how Ichigo could afford to stay in this nice neighborhood.

A few minutes later I pulled up to the address that was on the paper and I looked at the house. Yup, it was most certainly Ichigo's house. There was a giant sign that said 'Kurosaki Clinic' on the front. Honestly, I didn't expect Ulquiorra to be wrong. It was only once in a blue moon when that man was incorrect about anything. Right as I parked I noticed a blue car turn the corner and I frowned. I was hoping I would have a couple minutes with Ichigo before Grimmjow got here, but that, apparently, wasn't going to happen.

I slid out of the car, stuck my hands into my pockets, and started walking to the front door. I vaguely heard a door open and shut behind me. The next thing I knew Grimmjow was right behind me and I could see his obvious smirk. Bastard. By this time we were at the front door and I could music blaring through the closed front door. I couldn't help but let a tiny snicker escape. I instantly recognized the beat from the popular song "Party Rock Anthem" playing. The moment my knuckle touched the wood of the door it flew open and I ducked on instinct from fighting before I became famous. Unfortunately for me, Grimmjow also ducked. Pity. A shape continued flying past us and landed face first onto the street. What the fuck? The shape rose immediately and turned around to stare at Grimmjow and me.

The guy wore a white coat. He had black stubble on his chin which matched his black hair. The guy was staring at Grimmjow and me like he was assessing if we were dangerous or not. Clearly he had made up his mind as he stood up and charged at us. Who the hell was this guy? It seemed like he had lost his mind. Grimmjow dodged one way and me the other. This caused the man to run straight into the house and run head first into the wall. Now this is just some fucking weird shit. At that moment the song hit the main chorus and the guy peeled himself away from the wall and started dancing around and, to be quite honest, he looked like a lunatic. I was about to run for my life, thinking this place was cursed or something when I heard someone yell from behind me.

"Dad? What the fuck are you doing?" I turned around to see Ichigo wearing a horror struck expression staring at the man.

This man was Ichigo's DAD? The phrase the apple didn't fall far from the tree apparently didn't apply to... THIS. Where as from the two days I knew the orangette I could tell that he was collected, maybe easily angered, but he had common sense. Ichigo was normal. This... thing had none of those qualities and was anything but normal. I found it hard to believe they were related in any way.

"ICHIGO! MY DARLING SON!" Ichigo's... dad flung himself at his son. At first I thought it might be for a hug, but my eyes grew wide when his one hand morphed into a fist and, more to my surprise, it was headed straight for Ichigo's face.

I was about to run over and stop this crazy man when Ichigo brought his own fist up and hit his dad right in his face. The man flew back and skidded a few feet, holding his nose. Blood was running over his fingers that were placed directly over his now bleeding nose. By this time I was stunned into speechlessness. What kind of fucking household was this? Right as I was sure the man would stay down he stood up again and laughed, his nose still bleeding. What was this guy made out of? Most people would be knocked out or at least suffering from a broken nose. Scratch that, his nose was definitely broken.

I felt a hand pull on my sleeve and I looked down at a girl. She had brown eyes that matched brown hair. She was wearing an apron and she was looking... embarrassed? This was just getting stranger and stranger each and every passing second.

"Sorry about this. Dad's always been like that and Ichigo is already irritated so that's what happens. You don't have to watch it though. If you would like, I just finished making dinner so if you're hungry you can go sit down and eat," the girl smiled up at me and then her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh yea! My name is Yuzu. I'm Ichi-nii's little sister and that is his dad, Isshin and-," she was interrupted mid sentence.

A girl already eating at a table swallowed a bite of food and spoke up. She had black hair and dark grey eyes that showed how utterly bored she was with the whole exchange. "I'm Ichi's other little sister, Karin. You better hurry up if you actually want any food before those two idiots finish or Ichi's other friends get back. The red headed one and Ichi eat like there's no tomorrow," she went back to eating.

"Karin! You don't need to be so mean to brother and his friends," Yuzu scolded her sister, her face settling into a look of shock at her sister's words.

"Hmph," Karin continued eating.

I now understood what Ichigo had to sleep through at home. He probably willingly listened to his music that loud to block out all this noise.

This might turn out more entertaining then I thought. I smiled and started making my way towards the table, noticing that Grimmjow was still staring at the whole exchange with wide eyes. I frowned when I noticed something else, though, that worried me. Grimmjow was wearing his famous feral smirk. I shook it off and continued walking, sure it was nothing. Pointless. I would forget about it soon enough. Wait. My eyes grew wide. What if...

Grimmjow's POV

I knew my eyes were wide and that I was staring at the brawl between father and son, but I didn't care. I didn't care that Shiro was also staring, though he had managed to stop and was now walking toward the table where... Karin was also sitting. I didn't care that he noticed I was wearing my famous feral grin. I didn't care that Ichigo claimed to be straight. What I wanted I ALWAYS got. And I WANTED the orange haired teen and goddamn it, I would get him. I wouldn't let anyone stop me, including the orangette himself. Let the games begin. Oh, yes. Let the games begin. I always came out the victor and this time would be no different.

Shiro's POV

Yea, I'm sure it's nothing. Even if Grimmjow wanted Ichigo the boy was straight. Yea, straight. So why did this upset me? For two reasons. Even if Ichigo was straight, Grimmjow would go after him. Hell, Grimmjow would probably take it as a challenge and want him more. Shit. Second, I didn't want him to be straight. Why? I wasn't quite sure. At least that's what I told myself. I knew the reason, but I wasn't willing to admit it to myself or to anyone else for that matter. It wasn't possible... that I... liked... No. It wasn't possible. Wasn't fucking possible...

A/N I'm sure you all hate me right now :P It's okay though! I hate myself, too! I have to endure this just as much as you, my fellow readers. To be honest, even though I may know the ending, I don't even know what all is gonna happen. It just sorta... happens.. Oh well! It's all good and well as long as it makes sense and the story progresses! And it's fun! Alright :D So this is kinda my apology for before :P Forgive me! Also, it seems someone *cough Shiro cough* is in denial! And Grimmjow is now on the prowl. Muahaha! Things should get interesting fairly quickly *Evil Grin*

Also, noticed that in during Shiro's POV 'I' was there pretty much in every sentence. I'll try harder next chapter to not do that as much :P And with saying past tense and present tense. It's all under improvement!

Anyways... A shout out to Izzy... if she ever actually reads it and gets this far -_- Jk, ILY IZZY! (Yes, I did ask for her permission to use her in this story and she so wonderfully agreed) and she also noticed a mistake in the first chapter! If you are wondering, Grimmjow is 21! Now that that is cleared up... :P I'll try my hardest to get a new chapter out soon! Wish me luck! Tata! Until another time!

O.O 4,341 words this chapter. That's more then any other chapter I wrote! NEW RECORD! *Throws confetti into air*