Chapter 3

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo tried to ignore the voice that called him, turning over onto his stomach and pushing his face into his pillows. He winced when his stomach protested with an ache, still sore from what Grimmjow had done to him.

Grimmjow…

Yakuza…

Keigo!

Ichigo bolted up onto his forearms, his eyes going wide as the events of the night before dawned on him.

"I-Ichigo?" Ichigo's eyes snapped to the voice, finding his neighbor at his bedside. He immediately pulled the covers fully over himself, sitting up and glaring daggers into her skull. He could only imagine that in his sleep she had probably molested him, Ichigo having known the old hag for one thing.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" He growled, her eyes wide with fear. Ichigo watched her swallow as she tried to build the nerve to talk, her fear ebbing into worry. Ichigo was confused by the simple emotion, his want to yell at her becoming greater. He didn't need her worry, or her pity. He didn't need any of it.

"I saw that man take you away Ichigo. D-Did he hurt you?"

Ichigo blinked.

He suddenly felt sheepish for being so rude to her, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being molested with her just staring at him. He vaguely remembered going to bed naked, and wished he had least put some clothes on then.

"That's none of your business," he spat, hearing a small sigh escape her. She took a step back, regarding him silently for a moment.

"Go ahead and get dressed. I brought some medicine for you." With that the old lady walked out of his bedroom, gently closing the bedroom door behind her. Ichigo wasn't sure what to do after that, the worry in the old ladies eyes catching him off guard. Ichigo had known for her to be lecherous and overly flirtatious, but the look she had given him was purely a mother's worry.

He slowly lowered the blanket, looking down to his stomach. It looked as if his skin had been harshly scraped, red and inflamed. He touched a finger to it, hissing softly at the pain it caused.

He decided to forgo a shirt and put some sweats on, the act of bending with his injury proving harder than he had anticipated. Once he had them on fully he opened the door, his feet carrying him heavily to his kitchen. He was caught off guard to find groceries placed on his counters, ointment, gauze, and scissors placed out on the table. His usually talkative neighbor was silently putting away the groceries, her features grim.

"I was worried they would have killed you. So many young boys…" She trailed off as she put the last of the groceries away, Ichigo unsure of what to say as she leveled him with a mother's glare.

"You have your whole life ahead of you. Why affiliate yourself with those men?" Ichigo opened his mouth but slowly shut it, feeling a deep sense of shame. Even as she stood in front of him, her emotions plainly on her sleeve, Ichigo couldn't even recall her name.

"It was an accident," he whispered meekly, her eyes softening.

"Sit down, let me take a look at you." He nodded silently, his head hung low as he sat down obediently. She took one look at his stomach and tsked, grabbing the container of ointment. She lightly pushed him back against the chair to get a better look at it, Ichigo's eyes never leaving her aged face.

"I-I forgot your name," he told truthfully, his voice shaking despite his best efforts. It wasn't as if he feared her, but the shame he felt towards that realization weighed heavily on him. She didn't seemed bothered by this admission, unscrewing the cap and squeezing a bit onto the tip of her finger. Ichigo hissed when she rubbed it on his stomach, her eyes glancing to his face.

"My name is Fukui Koto. You can just call me Fu-san if that makes you comfortable." Ichigo nodded, silence falling once again. Every now and then he would hiss, her touch becoming light in response. Once she had placed it on the inflamed area she grabbed the gauge, slowly covering the exposed skin. Ichigo felt the ointment soothe the ache, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

"Stand up and turn around," she ordered, Ichigo hesitating first. At her stern glare though he obeyed, her hand skimming around the bruised area around his tail. Ichigo tried not to arch away from it, a sigh escaping her lips.

"I have some pain meds, if you feel that would help," she offered, Ichigo shaking his head as he turned to face her again. Her eyes held more emotion than he had ever seen in them, his breath catching slightly.

"Are you hungry?" She asked softly, Ichigo nodding meekly. She turned away from him, taking some groceries out of the fridge and looking to the dirtied pot in the sink.

"Go get dressed Ichigo, I'll prep your lunch." Ichigo frowned at the word, looking to the time on the oven. He felt a light sinking feeling when he saw it was already one in the afternoon, his attention drawn away to Koto. She waved at him dismissively, Ichigo nodding and shuffling to his room. He forgoed the pants and just put on a shirt, careful of his bandages and his tail. He reached up to the ear Grimmjow had pulled, massaging it tenderly. He took a long minute to groom his tail, the poor appendage no longer pained. That didn't take away the memory however, so he made sure to groom it fully before exiting his room.

Before walking back out to the kitchen he stopped in the bathroom, flicking the light on.

He looked dead.

Bags aged his eyes, his hair sticking up in all directions, somehow even messier than usual. His skin looked pale like he had seen a ghost, his usual scowl looking more of a look of exhaustion. He turned the water on, feeling the cold stream under his hands. He closed his eyes as he just enjoyed it, fighting back the rising fear in his chest. He splashed the water onto his face, rubbing as hard as he could to try and wipe away his fatigue.

He turned the water off and scrubbed his face with his towel, looking at his reflection once again. He gave up with a sigh, turning the water off and throwing his towel on the sink. He reluctantly returned to the kitchen when he smelled something delicious, Koto having abandoned the dirty pot for a smaller one from his cupboards.

It smelled like onion soup, Ichigo slouching into his chair and closing his eyes. For a minute, he was back with his family. Yuzu was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared dinner for them all. Karin was sitting in front of the TV, snorting at whatever was on. His father would be sitting there with her, his laughter loud and obnoxious.

It was…

He wanted to go home.

Ichigo grit his teeth when he felt the sting of tears in his eyes, everything catching up with him. Not only had he missed work, but he was sure to be fired from it. His father and sisters were across Karakura town, and all Ichigo wanted to do was go to them. He didn't care if his father kicked him, or if Karin gave him shit for not coming around often enough, or even Yuzu grilling him on the importance of breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He wanted to go home!

"My son was in the yakuza." Ichigo snapped out of his self pity, glancing to Koto who watched the onion soup slowly come to a boil. A small smile was on her lips, her eyes misted over as she seemed lost in a memory.

"I didn't know where I had went wrong with him. I raised him well, he was a straight A student and was even promised a spot in Tokyo university. He was always smiling…" She trailed off, the mist in her eyes clearing. Her smile slowly fell, her face suddenly looking even older than it had before.

"One day, he came home injured. I nursed him back to health, and all he told me was that it was a fight at school. But soon, almost every day he was injured. There would be blood, but he wouldn't have any gashes or cuts. I… I…" Toko sighed as she turned off the fire when the rice cooker dinged, preparing his portions silently. She placed the meal in front of him, her eyes digging into the back of his skill. Ichigo couldn't look away though, couldn't run from her grief. She was baring it on her chest, the deep gashes left behind by it.

"Stay alive Ichigo."

…

"Are you ready?" Ichigo nodded as he climbed into the back seat, Shawlong closing the door behind him. The neko kept his head lowered as Shawlong got in, the car starting up swiftly before pulling away from the curb. Ichigo held back a sigh as he relaxed, trying to calm his erratic nerves. He absently held his tail, letting it slip from his hand before lightly grabbing it again.

He jumped when the driver spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"Grimmjow-sama has told me to tell you that he will not be present tonight. He expects you however to listen well to his employees, and treat them with respect." Ichigo scowled at the information, looking out the window in hopes that maybe he could quickly get this night over with. A bunch of strippers deserved his respect? The most fucking respect Grimmjow had ever shown him was allowing himt to wash out his mouth after he came into it.

"He has stated your work hours will end at midnight, no earlier or later." The neko's eyes shot to his driver, rage building inside as he realised that left him barely anytime for his actual job. The job that paid his rent, the job that had slowly brought him to the 900,000 yen he had taken from him. The fucking job that didn't require him to degrade himself!

"I will leave at ten! I have a job outside of that perverts whorehouse!" Ichigo growled, malice dripping from his voice. His driver didn't even seem affected, his eyes glancing to him through the mirror.

"Grimmjow-sama advises you to do otherwise. Leave early, and he will arrange a meeting with you." Ichigo barked out a sarcastic laugh, fighting the urge to jump out right then and there. He had already missed one day, and when he called to apologize his boss had warned him that he was already on a tight leash.

If Ichigo missed just one more day, he would be fired without a doubt. He would not risk that for a stupid meeting.

"I don't care, he can hold all the meetings he wants. I'm still leaving early!"

"Don't ruin Grimmjow-sama's good mood neko." The tone was on the borderline of being a threat, Ichigo fighting the urge to huff as he once again looked out the window. Even though he feared for his life, especially after the talk with his neighbor, his fear of a lack of funds scared him a tad more. He didn't want to be kicked on the street, or murdered.

Grimmjow had taken all of his savings as well, not allowing him to have anything else to back up on. The blue haired brute had ruined his life to the fullest, though Ichigo knew who the main culprit was.

Keigo.

Ichigo had went by his apartment to question him, only to fin ti vacant as if nobody had lived there in months. Ichigo really wished he could find him so he could beat the living crap out of him, then demand answers for this ridiculous charade. Because of Ichigo's stupid want to protect his childhood friend, he found himself penniless, on the verge of being fired, and left at the hands of Grimmjow.

Why had the degenerate come to him anyway!

"We're here." Ichigo blinked away his thought, looking out the window and catching his breath.

Was this even a club?!

The building was enemorous, reminding Ichigo of the places he saw on Las Vegas postcards from friends. It was at least three stories high, a red carpet placed outside of it. It's walls were painted red as well, making the gold outlines pop out even more. 'SEXTA' was printed in large glowing symbols, windows placed all around it. Ichigo could see the lights going off, some people already enjoying themselves after work. It looked like a dream, and though Ichigo greatly hated the blue haired devil he had to admire his style.

Shawlong opened his door, motioning for him to exit. Ichigo practically hopped out, the security guards looking to him suspiciously but relaxing when Shawlong waved.

"Go up to the tall man there, his name is Yammy. Tell him your here to see Shinji."

With that he got back into the car and pulled off, leaving Ichigo on the sidewalk. Ichigo wanted to be so mad at being brought here, but his inner delinquent loved it. He loved the vibes it gave off without him even having to walk in, his feet moving without him even knowing. The tall man his driver had pointed him to looked down at him with enough disdain to fry an egg, though Ichigo was hardly affected by it. Ichigo raised his chin, his wide eyed amazement becoming an an irritated scowl.

He was more afraid when Grimmjow smiled.

"I'm looking for Shinji," he told the man, the taller man grunting before lifting the rope that separated him from the entrance.

"Turn left and take the stairs to the second floor. He's the blondie." Ichigo nodded before brushing past him, the taller man rather obedient for someone so big. He was sure though he would have got his ass kicked if it weren't for Shawlong, the driver seeming to be his form of an ID check.

That must mean he had to be important to Grimmjow…

Ichigo stored that information away and followed the directions he was given, the stairs bringing him to a brightly lit room. Men ran around like chickens, their bodies scantily dressed, a row of mirrors placed against each wall. Stools were either tucked under the small tables or in the middle of the walkway, the area a mess of makeup and wigs.

"Yumi! Kai! Get your asses to stage four!" Ichigo blinked at the yell, his eyes scanning for the owner. In the crowd of bodies he saw the blonde, his eyes instantly raking over is body.

He was…

"Yumi! Now!"

Rather annoying.

Ichigo let himself flow through the seemingly mass hysteria, Shinji's eyes falling onto him. He crossed his arms over his chest, a sneer pulling at his lips.

"Are you the boss's new pet?" He sneered, Ichigo's ears twitching at the insult.

"That depends, you his first?" Shinji's sneer fell away, though his lips quickly turned up into a grin. He chuckled before turning away, motioning for Ichigo to follow him. Ichigo did, ignoring the stares he was getting as he followed the blonde. He was surprised to see there were a few neko's here as well, the sight not what Ichigo had expected.

Though his kind wasn't rare, most neko's were half breeds. This allowed them to have slightly pointer ears and sharper teeth, but the full features were dormant. It made Ichigo more of a delicacy in some people's eyes, though growing up it had only gotten him bullied.

Now instead of being bullied, he was used for somebody's entertainment.

What a change.

Shinji walked into what looked to be a refreshment room, allowing Ichigo to enter before he closed the door; effectively blocking out the chaos.

"Have you had any experience with dancing?" Shinji asked as he went over to the water filter, pouring himself a cup of water as if he had done this a hundred times. Who knows, he probably had. Ichigo realized he was staring at him expectantly, shaking his head before remembering he could speak.

"No."

"Do you know how to dance well? And not just flail your arms around?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow, shifting his weight.

"I would like to believe so," he replied, Shinji eyeing him as he took a drink. After a long pause he finally spoke.

"The boss told me you can dance, and seeing as how he's picky about his men I'll sorta take his word. Believe so's won't get ya paid here though. Take off your shirt." Ichigo frowned at that, remembering the bandages he had. He pawed at the hem for a long moment before taking it off, Shinji's eyes going straight to his stomach. He tsked, walking over and poking them lightly. Ichigo was caught off guard however when he grabbed his forearms, running his fingers along them as he looked for any injury there.

"No drugs?" Shinji questioned, Ichigo scowling at the question before shaking his head.

"No, unless you count cough syrup three weeks ago." Shinji chuckled at his reply, making a hand motion to his bandages.

"May I check?"

Ichigo vaguely realized his fingers were still softly kneading into his forearm, the motion relaxing him but making a part of his anatomy twitch with interest. The blonde in private was nothing like the man had just saw, his voice a soft purr. It was a completely different contrast to the loud and abrasive Grimmjow, and Ichigo had to admit he enjoyed it.

"May I?" Ichigo felt his face burn slightly when he realized he had just been standing there, setting his jaw and giving a curt nod. Shinji grabbed a piece of it and slowly peeled it back, his eyebrow raising.

"I'ma guess Grimm was in a good mood then?" Ichigo frowned, Shinji slowly peeling the rest of the bandage away to assess the damage fully.

"Good mood? Why do you people keep saying that! Good mood my ass, he...!" Ichigo growled away the rest of his words, Shinji taking a step back and snorting rudely.

"If he wasn't in a good mood pet, you'd be dead." Ichigo felt a cold shiver go down his spine from the words, though shook it away with a roll of his eyes.

"I think he'd be happier to beat me," Ichigo spat, Shinji humming softly as he went over to the lounge table and picked up a pack of cigarettes.

"That's him in a good mood. If he had been in a bad mood, instead of sending you here…" Shinji lit the cigarette, taking in a soft inhale before blowing out the smoke.

"He'd gut ya while you were still awake." Ichigo looked down to his stomach, feeling fear claw at his chest. He kept his features set, keeping his scowl in place as he tried to pretend the words didn't get to him.

"Why did he send me to this hell hole anyway?" Ichigo inquired, Shinji walking towards him again. He stopped two feet away, blowing the smoke from the side of his mouth. For a long minute he just stared at him, Ichigo trying not to shift his weight to give attention to his discomfort. Shinji hummed softly, his head tilting to the side.

"Pet, what do you think this place is?" Shinji questioned, Ichigo quick to answer.

"A whorehouse."

"Whorehouse? Now that isn't too nice." Ichigo grunted when he was punched, Shinji taking another drag from his cigarette.

"I'm not a whore. Though I can't say the same for you." Ichigo growled at the retort, Shinji walking back over to the table to put out his cigarette.

"This is a yakuza safe house. Here, everybody, including myself are part of the yakuza family. Our job is merely a disguise." Ichigo felt his anger give way to confusion, Shinji turning to face him once again.

"If he sent you here, then he has deemed you as either his possession or part of the family. And seeing as how you haven't been tagged, i'll guess the former."

"I'm nobody's possession!" Ichigo spat, Shinji snorting softly. He opened his mouth to speak, stopping when the door opened.

He already knew who it was.

Ichigo spun around, coming face to face with the blue haired tyrant. Grimmjow's usual grin was replaced with a frown however, Grimmjow pointing a finger to the door.

"Out Shinji."

Ichigo watched the blonde leave without a word, swiftly closing the door behind him. Ichigo took a couple steps back, the entrance and exit to the room fully blocked.

"Shawlong informed me you wanted to leave early." Ichigo swallowed thickly, his body and mind suddenly frozen in fear. Grimmjow's eyes were stoic, lacking anger or insanity. It was like looking into a blank void, unsure if he would fall further or be swallowed whole. His ears laid flat against his head in response, Grimmjow's presence demanding his submission.

"Have I not gotten my point across?"

Ichigo held back a whimper.

What was he dealing with?

"Ne, Ichigo?"

Ichigo tried to pull himself out of his fearful stupor, standing straighter as he set his jaw.

"I have work in the morning. I need sleep." His voice came out weaker than he had anticipated, Grimmjow humming softly as he walked closer. Suddenly he was in front of the neko, his fingers wrapping around his throat. Ichigo gasped for breath, watching as a slow grin stretched across the blunets face.

"No Strawberry, you need to make money." Ichigo felt like his eyeballs would pop out of his skull as Grimmjow tightened his fingers. Short panicked gasps barely escaped his throat, crazed blue eyes drilling into his skull.

"Or would you rather I put ya out of your misery?" Ichigo felt the fight slowly leave his body, barely feeling his claws sinking into Grimmjow's wrist. His legs became jelly under him, his eyes fighting to stay open as blackness creeped from the corners. Was he… gonna..

Ichigo gasped and fell to the floor when he was finally released, coughing violently as he tried correct his airflow. Grimmjow grabbed a handful of his hair, Ichigo biting back his yell of pain as he was slammed onto the lounge table. It creaked in protest against the unexpected weight, Ichigo kicking weakly as Grimmjow tried to get between his legs. Grimmjow overpowered him though, grinding his groin against Ichigo.

Ichigo felt shame at the fact he had become rock hard from the treatment, Grimmjow grinning wildly as he pulled harder on the neko's hair. Ichigo arched in response, grabbing Grimmjow's wrist with a growl.

"You will make me money, or I can just get rid of you and that little weasel," Grimmjow growled down at him, Ichigo slitting his eyes open to stare up at the insane tyrant. In an fit of rage, he spoke without thinking.

"You wouldn't fucking kill me, then you'd lose your toy!" Grimmjow seemed caught off guard by his response, his eyes widening just slightly. Ichigo felt his fingers slowly loosen in his hair, the hand slowly sliding down his face. The touch was oddly sensual, Ichigo turning his head away sharply.

"Hmmm… My toy…" Ichigo flinched when Grimmjow raised his hand, the blue haired man's voice becoming a purr as he spoke.

"I like the sound of that." Ichigo was shocked when the blue haired brute moved from between his legs, his grin so wide Ichigo wondered for a moment if maybe he would kill him. Grimmjow pulled him off the table sharply, turning him around and making him place his hands on the table.

He was bent over like a whore.

Ichigo felt his cheeks redden at the suggestive position, a shiver running through him as he felt Grimmjow's tongue lap at the back of his neck. Ichigo jolted forward when he felt a hand paw at his crotch, Grimmjow wrapping his other arm around Ichigo's chest to hold him in place.

"Are you mad I didn't take care of you?" Grimmjow purred, Ichigo wanting to struggle but so lost in the pleasure he could barely find the strength. He gasped when Grimmjow undid his zipper, pawing at him through his boxers.

"Ngh!"

Ichigo moaned when his nipple was pinched, trying weakly to struggle.

It had been so long…

"Your awfully compliant," Grimmjow chuckled, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning the pants and pushing them down with the boxers just enough to grab the neko's member. Ichigo was caught off guard by the action, a loud moan escaping his throat. His back bowed as he fought the urge to thrust into the man's quickly stroking hand, Ichigo trying vainly to find the strength to fight back.

It had been so long since he had been touched by somebody else however, the pain from being mistreated having only made it that much harder to control himself. Grimmjow licked his lips as he watched the neko fight against him, squeezing the member till it tore a pained gasp from the neko. Grimmjow rubbed the head with his thumb, pumping his hand faster as the neko cried out once more.

Ichigo felt the familiar burn in his stomach as he came close to release, his mind a scramble as he released a small whimper. He couldn't help but begin to thrust with the fast strokes, Grimmjow's hand so warm and demanding. The kisses he placed on his neck didn't help, or the short nails that pinched and rolled his nipple to painful erectness.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" Grimmjow purred, Ichigo unraveling at the words. Cum splattered onto the floor and table as Ichigo's mouth fell open in a silent scream, Grimmjow's strokes slow and long as he milked his toy. Ichigo was shaking against him, his breaths coming out in strained gasps for air. Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's chin, forcing him to look at him. He kissed the neko slowly, the usual sharp tongue languid against his own.

Good.

Grimmjow pulled away completely from the neko, licking the cum that had flowed onto his fingers.

Ichigo shivered.

He wanted so much more...

"Fix yourself and go to Shinji. And I'm warning you Strawberry…" Grimmjow walked over to the door, opening the door as Ichigo pulled up his pants. He glanced to the neko, the neko flushed and panting.

"Don't leave early."

Ichigo grit his teeth.

Author's note: Welp, Grimmjow is still insane.