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Grimmjow watched, perplexed, as his red-haired enemy was dragged away by the quincy. Why the hell's he shoutin' for me to help him?

The alternate Ichigo was wondering why Grimmjow wasn't helping him, and was starting to get desperate. He didn't want to hurt the quincy, but he couldn't let himself be dragged off to soul society. He hid a grin as an idea came to mind.

When the quincy seemed plenty distracted, Ichigo shouted, "Look! Your dad!" Ishida instantly dropped him, looking around. Confused, he turned back to Ichigo, only to find the red head gone. A look around revealed said shinigami attacking Grimmjow in untraditional ways.

Ishida had to admit, Ichigo's approach on fighting the espada was working well. Grimmjow had yet to attack. Still, it was disturbing to see his friend act so... perverted. Observing the situation for a second more, he decided Ichigo could manage himself. "C'mon, Chad."

"Wait! Don't leave this freak with me!"

Ishida ignored the six's plea, managing to get Chad to do so as well.

Ichigo had never been a homophobe. Actually, he's never even thought about his own sexuality. Orihime's big chest never turned him on, and, though Renji was kind of hot, he never wanted the guy.
He figured he was just asexual.

But, back to the point. He has nothing against guys being together.

That doesn't mean he'd take waking up in another man's arms well, though. And that's just how his day started.

Opening blurry eyes, he could feel lithe arms wrapped around him. It took a second for his brain to kick in, and he finally pulled away with a yelp, toppling off the bed. The bit of blanket caught on his foot managed to pull the entire bedding off as he tumbled to the ground. Standing with difficulty, sheets still twisted around his legs, he got a look at who had been sleeping with him. Sleeping beside me, he corrected himself, cheeks flushed red.

"Ulquiorra?"

The black haired espada was still sleeping soundly, looking both serene and calm and sleep. Peaceful.

That fact didn't ease Ichigo's horror any. He had fallen asleep alone, and woken up with someone practically spooning him.

Ulquiorra must have been woken by his name, emerald eyes blinking open. He stared for a moment before his eyes focused on Ichigo. "What're you doing in my room?"

"Your room?" Ichigo demanded. "This is my room!"

"Shuddup, Ichigo. I'm trying to sleep," Grimmjow mumbled.

"So was I," said Ichigo, "until I realized Ulquiorra was in my bed."

Ichigo didn't know how, but Grimmjow was soon right beside him, glaring at the other arrancar. "Don't tell me you sleep walked again, Schiffer. What were you doing in his bed?" The last sentence was said with each word short and precise.

Ulquiorra pushed himself into a sitting position, uncaring of the angered sixth. "I went to bed in my room. Then I woke up here. Unless someone moves me in my sleep, I did sleep walk."

"I locked the door," Grimmjow argued. "How could you get past that without being awake?"

Ichigo cleared his throat, both pairs of eyes now on him. "You might want to look at the door."

Taking his advice was a tramatic idea. The door had a hole through the middle, as if someone had blasted it with a cero, splinters of wood on the ground below.

"You broke my door down, and then slept with my boyfriend," Grimmjow said, not bothering to hide his anger as sharp canines became visible in a snarl.

"I slept beside him," Ulquiorra corrected. "I can't help my sleep patterns."

"Then have Szayel give you something!"

A lot of arguing pursued, which Ichigo promptly ignored. It was boring, and he didn't fancy a fight first thing in the morning. He picked out a pair of clothes from the weird drawer Grimmjow had shown him, pulling out the towel that was somehow scrunched in there. They must have showers here, right? He didn't want to ask a stranger, so he'd have to risk asking the two bickerers.

"Hey, Grimmjow? Ulquiorra?" The fighting instantly stopped, as he got their full attention. "Where're the showers in this place?"

He didn't know why, but when they said, "I'll show you," at the same time, it kind of scared him. Still, he really wanted a shower. Maybe it would help him wake up. So he stepped aside, letting them lead the way. He wasn't allowed to trail behind for too long, though, as each took one of his sides. Grimmjow stepped between Ichigo and Ulquiorra, possessively placing his arm around Ichigo's shoulders. Ichigo inched closer to the teal-haired arrancar.

It's not that he liked being touched by Grimmjow... He just liked how it distanced him from Ulquiorra. And since he had woken up with Ulquiorra in his bed, he wanted to have some distance between them. Even if it means getting closer to Grimmjow. If Ulquiorra thought that Ichigo was single, how much more would he try and get him? I can only deal with so many perverts at once...

In the was-normal world, Grimmjow was still trying to figure out what his enemy was doing. Ulquiorra wouldn't admit it, but he was watching more out of amusement then to gain statistics.

"Why're you doing this?" asked the sixth, finding himself backed up against the wall. He was too confused to fight, which for him was saying something.

"Me? Why're you acting like you don't know me? Did the whole superior thing get to your head?"

"Superior?"

Ichigo huffed, pulling up his right sleeve. An ink-black 9 adorned his arm. "Whether you like it or not, I'm still the ninth espada. I refuse to fight for a higher position."

"Grimmjow, leave this to me," Ulquiorra ordered.

The red head gripped onto Grimmjow's left arm before he could, for once, willingly obey the fourth espada. "Don't leave me alone with him! He's weird and emo!"

"I'm tellin' you, your're the weird one," Grimmjow replied.

Ichigo made to cross his arms, before deciding that holding onto Grimmjow was more important. "Take me to see Urahara-sama."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Our master!"

"My master is Aizen. Your master is..." Grimmjow paused for a second, unsure of quite what to say. "...soul society."

Ichigo gave up on explaining himself. Maybe Szayel had accidently brainwashed everyone. Then Urahara might've decided to switch places with Aizen in the jail cell things... but isn't he too strong to be brainwashed? "Fine. Take me to this Aizen you speak of."

Entering the shower room was difficult for the more familiar red head, as two espadas tried to stay by his side as he entered through the door.

"So why did you need helpfinding the shower room?" Ulquiorra asked.

Ichigo threw ideas around, but couldn't find any good way to explain. Grimmjow seemed to take the responsibility upon himself. "He hit his head really hard. Ever since he's been a bit loopy."

"Hey! I am not loopy!" The espada promptly ignored his indignant cry. He sighed, resisting the urge to yell it until they responded. He hated it when people called him something akin to insane... It made him think they were on to him having a hollow in his head.

They lead him to a door with a number nine on it. He set his clothes on a shelf inside the plain white shower stall, shutting the shelf's glass door. He figured it was to keep his items dry. He raised a brow when Ulquiorra and Grimmjow didn't leave. "I think I can figure out what to do from here."

"I dunno," Grimmjow commented, smirking. "You seem pretty confused lately. Need help undressing?"

Ichigo cursed the way his face heated up. "No, I've got it." Act cool.

"No," said Ulquiorra, agreeing with Grimmjow. "You have to be supervised at all times so you don't hit your head again."

"Yeah, he hit his head just walking down the hall," said Grimmjow.

"It's a small shower..."

"Then you're more likely to get hurt," Grimmjow replied. It was obvious the espada really didn't care whether Ichigo hit his head again or not. Ichigo managed to get in and slam the door in the espada's face. He sighed in relief.

The door swung open with surprising ease, revealing the sixth. "Forgot to lock it, dumb ass."

Ichigo wondered if his face could get any hotter. "I'm just not gonna take a shower. I was supposed to meet Aizen today, anyways." However, his exit was blocked.

"Don't act like such a sissy. We're all guys."

He was going to say, Yeah... and you think I'm your boyfriend, and Ulquiorra seems to like hopping into bed with me, but instead found himself saying, "I guess so." He hated his mouth for betraying him in such a way.

A.N: Reviews give my fingers energy to type up new chapters...

OH! and tell me if you want a shower scene to happen, remembering it won't be explicit cuz this fic is rated T. And who you'd want to be in the shower if you want the scene to happen.

Next chappie, both Ichigo's meet a different Aizen! How will alt Ichi deal with the one who scarred him for life? How will our Ichigo deal with the one who tortured an alternate him, when he doesn't really care?