It was dark, but she could make him out as he was standing underneath a spotlight on a darkstage. Expect he wasn't standing.
"Grimmjow?" she called, her voice weak and trembling. He was lying on the ground unmoving, she wanted to go to him but someone had a hold on her shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle. She looked up to see Aizen standing there smiling down at her.
"You did the right thing my dear, he needed to be put down," he whispered, tucking her hair over her shoulder exposing the side of her neck. He kissed the exposed skin, sliding an arm around her waist. Ichigo dropped the gun that was in her grip; she hadn't even known she was holding it till it clatter to the floor. With a grin she leaned into his embrace, a smile tugging at her lips as he kissed her neck again.
"He wsa in the way, we could never truly be together with him around." A flirty little laugh left her as she agreed with him, body moving against her wishes as she threaded her hands through his hair pulling him down for a-
Her body jolted as she gasped for breath, panicking she ripped the covers away, drenched in sweat from her nightmare. Ushio was kneeling next to her, look of concern on her face.
"Mama's okay baby, it was just a bad dream," she said, smoothing her daughters' hair down to calm her nerves. Ichigo hardly every used the term nightmare anymore that was reserved for her PTSD dreams and she rarely had those dreams anymore.
"I know mama but papa could help you, you stopped having bad dreams after pap came into out lives," she murmured, patting Ichigo on the head like her mother had down for her seconds before. Ichigo slumped back against the pillows, Ushio was right, Grimmjow did keep the nightmares at bay but the stupid plan wouldn't let them be together. It was driving her mad; Ushio probably shouldn't be around her for the time being. Maybe it was time to stage another fight between them over Ushio, it was insane, maybe she was going insane but she had to do it. Sitting up again she pulled Ushio into her lap, hugging her tightly for a few seconds. She was scared.
"I love you Ushio, never forget that," she murmured, holding back tears.
"I love you too mama."
"There's something I need to do and it's going to hurt, you and me, but all of what I'm about to say is lies. I love you so much baby. It's for a job and I need you to go along with it honey," Ichigo said, pulling away from her slightly to look into her beautiful blue gold eyes. So big and full of trust. Uchio nodded, surprising her, she was such a good girl.
"Mama's work is important and I know you wouldn't ask me this if it wasn't super important," she said, putting on her brave face.
"Thank you baby. I need you to start crying for me."

"OH DEAR LORD WOULD YOU SHUT UP, I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN YOU START CRYING LIKE A BABY," Ichigo shouted, kicking Grimmjow in the ribs. He swore as he jumped up off the couch, Ichigo standing there, glaring as Ushio cried. A look of pure anger and annoyance on her face, eyes a blazing gold. Another part of her plan then but he had no idea what was happening, or if this was even an act.
"Ushio honey come here," he murmured, reaching out for her hand, pulling the three yr old towards him.
"I've had enough, I'm done playing house, she's yours and this fucking relationship is over." He looked at her confused she loved Ushio. Ichigo loved Ushio more then life itself.
"Sunako lets' talk about this, she's yer daughter this is madness," Grimmjow said in a hushed tone, trying to keep his calm. He didn't need to wake his entire family with this argument.
"I don't want to talk about this, I tried I've had enough of being tied down by this stupid brat. Because of her I had to reject jobs that would have made my life so much easier," she ground out, close to yelling again. Groaning Ichigo started to storm out of the room so she could find somewhere private to cry about the things she had said. Grimmjow grabbed her arm pulling her away from the door he was seething. Grommjow had no idea if she was acting now and Ushio was wailing at her words, he had never seen her cry before and it was breaking his heart.
"NO. YOU WILL SIT DOWN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS NOW," Grimm shouted, gripping her arm tighter then necessary. Ichigo growled, punching him. A right hook to the jaw that sent him into the glass coffee table, tabletop shattering as he landed on it.
"THIS IS WHY I CAN'T STAND YOU," She screamed, "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING CONTROL FREAK, YOU WON'T LET ME DO ANYTHING ALONE OR WITHOUT YOUR SAY. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she asked, doors opening either side of the lounge room as his father and Aizen looked in to see what was going on.
"I'm through with this, fucking jerk," she spat, "Ushio is your problem now, I'll be gone onced I've packed my bags." With that she stormed from the room, pushing past Aizen to get to her room. He tried to talk to her once the door was slammed shut but she wasn't in the mood for his bullshit right now. Ichigo threw a death stare over her shoulder at him, slamming her bedroom door shut in his face.
"Fucking hate him," she muttered, throwing her suitcase onto the bed, tossing the few meagre pieces of clothing she brought with her into it.
"You should think this through properly Sunako." Ichigo turned pithing a coat hanger at Aizen. The man had decided to ignore her wishes and had slipped into her room while she was distracted.
"I did, I have been for three years." She paused for a second pulling out her quilted coat out of her suitcase to wrap it around her jewellery box.
"I didn't want to bring a child into this world doing what I do but by the time I found out I was pregnant it was to late to have an abortion and the Iraqi government wouldn't accept her into their orphanages because I was Japanese. So for six months I fought with the Americans with ababy slung across my back. I came home passed her onto a friend and then left for South America for eight months, during that time I didn't feel a thingfor her. I didn't even name her till I got back from Africa and then I tried to be a good mother buti just felt nothing. And then now with that stupid baby Grimmjow, I guess my mask broke from the stress. Now if you will excuse me," Ichigo said, opening her window, dropping her suitcase onto the grass below. Turning back she grabbed Aizen by his tie, kissing him. Ichigo let the tie slip through her fingers, grabbing his glasses as she stepped away.
"You have my number call me anytime and you look so much better without the glasses." Aizen stood there; jaw touching the floor as she jumped out the window.