Plaster exploded as he punched his fist into the wall, knuckles hitting the beam. Growled he smashing his fist into the wall again, ignoring the cuts to his knuckles. How dare that slimy bastard sneak around behind his back! He had absolutely no right to do this and when Sunako finds out about this she's going to kill the little weasel. How the hell did that bastard even convince his father to go along with this? There was no way in hell that Ushio would ever cooperate with Aizen, she was scared of him. They had discussed this, talked about how her trusted her, that Ushio really was his daughter. In a week all their plans would be torn to shreds because his brother was the demonic spawn of satan. Growling he punched the wall again thinking about what Aizen had said after telling him about it. 'Come now brother don't be so upset, we did this for you. After all this woman in a gun for hire, she could just be using you, the child might not even be hers. Your judgement is clouded by lust, let us help you Grimmjow.'
"'M gonna beat his face in so bad that not even his own mother will recognise him when 'm done," He shouted, ripping one of Aizen's school portraits off the wall and flinging out the window. The mindless vandalism wasn't working but he knew that if he punched Aizen in the face for real his dad would be disappointed in him.
"Grimmjow your knuckles are bleeding. Whats got you so riled up?" There was a hand in his cheek and his injured hand was being held. Sunako. What was he going to tell her? This would break her. Instead of speaking he just ground his teeth together, there was nothing to say. Ichigo sighed, grabbing his uninjured hand, dragging him along behind her. There wasn't much she could do when he was this worked up. She had learnt that the hard way when she had argued that going to the hospital for such a minor injury was unnecessary. Grimmjow had picked her up cave man style and then walked to the hospital with her over his shoulder. Ichigo inspected his knuckles as she sat him down on their bed, plaster dust and splinters littered his cuts. As she grabbed the first aid kit Ichigo asked if Aizen was the caused of this, sure enough she heard the tell-tale pop of his knuckles as his fists tightened. Slowly she cleaned the cuts on his knuckles, fists loosening with every light touch, he even let out a tiny hiss of pain. A sign that he was calming down.
"So what did Aizen do to warrant this level of angry against the wall?" She ask! grabbing a roll of bandages.
"The devil's son decided that it was within his rights to have a paternity test done behind our backs and has managed to succeed in doing so with fathers help. When I see him again I am going to wri-" Ichigo didn't hear anymore of his rant, the bandage falling to the floor forgotten as panic took over. Aizen had done the unthinkable. He had done a paternity test. The tears started up instantly and before long she was on the floor sobbing, fingers tearing at her hair as she struggled to breath properly. The only thing running through her mind was how much Grimmjow would hate her when the truth will be exposed. He would never forgive her for what she had put him through. Grimmjow was down on the floor at her side in a flash, wondering what was making her cry. Plans could be changed, it was annoying but they could make it work.
"Sunako," he murmured, rubbing her back. She pushed him away, scrabbling back as fast as she could.
"I'm sorry." He flinched at those words, what did she have to be sorry about? And she didn't apologise to anyone but Ushio.
"I really wanted to tell you, I did. I'm sorry Grimmjow." This was not what he was expecting from her.
"What do ya mean Sunako?" He asked, confused. She wasn't making any sense and she wouldn't let him near her.
"You'll hate me," she whispered.
"Sunako I could never hate ya," he murmured, reaching out for her but she shied away.
"For this you will." Sunako was hysterical, it was unlike her, she was always calm.
"Answer me now," he ordered, hoping that would work. Instead of answering she stood, walking over to the nightstand.
"Sunak-"
"Ichigo," she said interrupting him, "Ichigo not Sunako." He shook his head, Ichigo was dead. She was dead. Wiping away her tears Ichigo grabbed the container for her contacts, taking them out. Chocolate brown mixed with golden honey, not green. Her eyes. He stood, sweeping her up in his arms.
"Grimmjow?" She asked, scared he was going to crush her.
"Everyone thinks yer dead. I thought I had lost you forever. I'm so glad yer alive," he said, hugging her tightly. Ichigo stopped holding her breath, returning the hug. She completely relaxed against him, tears starting up again. Grimmjow could never hate her, ichigo did what she felt was necessary at the time. He was a little upset that she never told him but he guessed her plan required everyone to think that she was dead. The only one that might hate her would be Gin, for what she put Shiro through.
"You don't hate me?"
"Nope, i tried once but it didn't work. I could never hate ya Precious." Ichigo held him tighter, she never wanted to let go of him again. It hurt too much the first time, if he left her now it probably would have killed her. Now the only thing she had left to tell him was about Ushio.
"Ushio is yours," Ichigo muttered, head buried in the crook of his neck, "That one night we shared together resulted in her. Remember no matter what happens I love you, sorry," she whispered kissing him right before she slapped him.
"Get out, I thought you trusted me! How could you Grimmjow!" Ichigo shouted at him trying not to smile as she shoved him towards the door. Grimmjow smirked catching on quick, grabbing her fists and engaging in her shoving war.
"Sunako I swear I had nothing to do with this! I do trust you!" Ichigo slapped him again, it was then that he realised if this were a proper fight he would be on the floor dead. She was so strong, his cheek was going to bruise.
"I don't believe you, Ushio hates Aizen. She wouldn't go near him willing which means he had help! Who else would help him but you!" She screamed finally tossing him out the room and slamming the door shut in his face. He pounded on the door about to plead with her when he spotted Aizen from the corner of his eye. That explained the mock fight, Ichigo could probably sense him. And of course he was skulking about outside their room, couldn't leave anything alone when it came to stealing his women. Grimmjow didn't say anything but strode over to the weasel with as much anger as he could muster. Wasn't hard considering what the asshole had done. Without a sound or a word Grimm punched the wall right beside his ear, just brushing his hair, plaster dust covering half his face.
"Next time it's ya face," he hissed, walking away. Aizen slid down the wall, pale and shaking. Grimmjow was going to kill him one day of that he was sure but the gain out weighted the risk. They were fighting.