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Chapter 10

Grimmjow hadn't left Shiro's room since that pale man took him. After the man had jumped out the window and seemed to disappear, Grimmjow took a seat on the bed to think. His head was in his hands. He was slightly slumped over making sure not to aggravate his wound. He just didn't know how he was going to explain this to Ichigo. Sure Ichigo's brother gave him the creeps. Just Shiro's eyes alone were enough to make the blue haired man cringe before being angry at himself for acting so weak. But at the same time that didn't mean he hadn't started to like the kid. Not to mention, the wrath he would go through with Ichigo was enough to be afraid of.

He sighed. He had thought up at least a hundred different scenarios waiting for his boyfriend to come home. Some weren't too bad, just a slap on the wrist and helping each other think of a plan to get Shiro back. But then of course there was him being thrown out after a severe beating and told never to come back. Of course, if he could fix this the make-up sex would be awesome…if there ended up being any make-up sex.

Come on, he wasn't just brawn. He had a brain and against popular belief, it worked. Worked dam well actually. He could think of something to tell Ichigo that wouldn't end up in disaster. Grimmjow knew he needed to think of something fast though. Ichigo would probably be home any minute.

"Grimm! Shiro! I'm home!" Speak of the devil.

"Dammit…" Grimmjow sighed and got up from the bed. As slow as he could, he made his way down the stairs. He was dreading this whole scenario. Sure, he liked a good fight, especially a spar with Ichigo, but this was different. He couldn't just block and parry out of this one. Not to mention, attacking in any way was far out of the question. He messed up and he knew it.

"Uhh…hey Ichi." Ichigo was putting some containers of red liquid in the refrigerator. Grimmjow decided the kitchen wouldn't be the best place to tell him. Too many sharp objects and with his condition he still couldn't quite dodge. "What's that red stuff?"

"Cow and pig blood for Shiro. Hat 'n Clogs said it would help keep him under control for now so he wouldn't try to hunt," Ichigo replied as he put the last of it away. Grimmjow grimaced at Ichigo's answer. He never had a problem with blood, but keeping containers of it was just creepy to him…serial killer creepy. "Where is he anyway? Did he have to use the sedative I left for him?"

"Something like that," Grimmjow tried to stay calm, "Come on, let's sit on the couch and you can tell me what you found out." He really hoped Ichigo wouldn't think he was being suspicious but acting was never his strong suit.

"Grimm, what are you hiding from me?" Dammit.

"Nothing," Grimmjow lied smiling.

"You can't lie to me Grimmjow. You smile when you lie. You only smirk normally. What are you hiding?" Ichigo's tone was growing more agitated as he spoke. As much as Grimmjow did not want to tell him in the room with the most sharp objects in the house, Ichigo could read him all too well. He hung his head and mumbled. "I can't hear you Grimm."

"Yer brother got kidnapped…" Grimmjow grumbled out, "by some pale asshole. Said he needed ta be returned." Grimmjow readied himself for the beating he sure he was going to receive and was biting on his cheeks to make sure he didn't say anything to anger the orangette further. Ichigo was not pretty angry. It was like something else inside Ichigo took over, and Grimmjow was not in any condition to handle it.

When several seconds passed with no reaction, Grimmjow slowly looked up to see blank chocolate eyes looking into nothing. "Ichi?"

"What did you just say Grimm?"

"Yer…yer brother was kidnapped. The guy already had 'im drugged by the time I got to 'is room. I swear I tried to get 'im back! But I failed," Grimmjow growled out the last part of his rant. He hated weakness and to be pushed around by some lanky wanna-be vampire was just insulting. He growled to himself remembering the green eyed man.

Still getting no response from the young man in front of him, Grimmjow looked up into darkening chocolate eyes. "Ichi…I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"Get your shoes on. We are going," Ichigo cut him off.

"What do you mean 'we are going'?" Grimmjow asked confused. Ichigo didn't answer. He pushed past Grimmjow and walked out back towards the driveway. Grimmjow watched him pass as he stood dumbfounded. Was Ichigo really planning on doing what he thought Ichigo was planning on doing? The roar of Ichigo's car's gave him his answer. Quickly slipping into his sandals, Grimmjow rushed out the door. As soon as he took his seat in the passage side, Ichigo was peeling out of their neighborhood as fast as his small SUV would take them.

"So…do we have a plan or are we jus' gonna go in and fuck shit up?" Grimmjow asked after almost twenty minutes of silence. He couldn't help but notice the darkness in Ichigo's eyes hadn't changed since they left the house.

"Whatever works better. We are getting my brother back," Ichigo replied.

Grimmjow smirked. If anything, he would get to beat up that little prick that took Shiro and regain some honor. Even better, if he could really help get Shiro back, maybe he could get on Ichigo's good side again. That always had its rewards. But at the same time, he had seen what Shiro could become first hand. If this was the man that did it to him, would Shiro even be human anymore? Who knows what the doctor had done in the hours that Shiro had been back at his mercy. He would never voice it out loud, but for all they knew, Shiro was dead by now and this time for real.

About ten minutes later, the two arrived at the edge of the city where Los Noches Hospital stood. It didn't look very special. Plain white walls with many windows ran thirteen stories high. The main entrance had an arched pathway covered in vines of purple flowers. A granite statue stood in the courtyard in front of the door of an angel with its wings spread welcomed both patients and visitors alike. A crescent moon hung from its outstretched hand.

Ichigo skidded into the first parking spot he could find. Without a word, Ichigo got out of the car and made his way inside the hospital with Grimmjow right on his heels. "Where is Dr. Aizen?" Ichigo demanded of the volunteer at the welcome desk. The poor woman of around fifty-five looked up and suddenly stiffened from the malignant gaze bearing down on her. "I said where is Dr. Sosuke Aizen?"

"The thir-thir-thirteenth f-floor, B-but he d-doesn't take…" Ichigo walked off before the woman could finish and she mumbled out the rest. Grimmjow growled out a thanks out of obligation and chased after the orangette. As soon as the two were out of sight, the woman was on the phone. "Dr Aizen, s-some unexpected visitors are coming up. Ye-yes, two of them. They are young men. One has o-orange hair and the other blue. Are…are you sure? I can send security. As you wish sir." The woman hung up the phone and took a deep breath trying to relax her nerves. That man's gaze, it would haunt her for a while.

The doors to the thirteenth floor opened and a man with brown hair and a deceivingly friendly smile greeted the two men. "Welcome to my research floor Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

Ichigo scowled at the man in front of him, "Where is my brother?" He took a stance ready to pounce at any moment. Grimmjow did the same.

"Now now, no need for violence. Besides, I'm sure Grimmjow here would much prefer to be treated instead of re-wounded," the man smiled gesturing to the bluenette.

"I have a doctor, thanks," Grimmjow shot back with a growl, "Where is Shiro?"

"87 is in isolation for protection. The boy is unstable and not fit to be out with the general public."

"So you kidnap him? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Grimmjow yelled.

Aizen just smiled, "What choice did I have? There was no way we could get the patient back without drastic measures. 87 is special case. There is a reason he needed to be thought dead."

With those words, Ichigo leapt at the doctor. His hand clenched around the still smiling Aizen's throat. His eyes were dark and determined as he slammed the doctor's back against the closest wall. "What the fuck did you do to my brother?"

Dr Aizen just chuckled, "Nothing that wasn't already going to happen. Don't you understand? Your brother is a monster, a demon, something that should not walk the earth without being under someone's control."

Ichigo clenched his hand tighter. A soft click of footsteps got the small groups attention. "My my, having a party without me?" the newcomer said flicking his oddly pink colored shoulder length hair back, "Anyway, the patient is ready and back in isolation sir. The procedure went amazing well, of course. But even I surprised myself with the success of this one. He should no longer be a problem."

"Thank you Dr. Granz. Please make sure Ulquiorra has finished the rest of the preparations," Dr Aizen took the chance Szayel's distraction gave to get out of Ichigo's grasp. Taking a few steps away from the two he began to follow the other doctor down the hall. "Follow me Mr. Kurosaki. I will show you what your brother truly is. Hopefully then you will understand this is the best place for him right now."

Ichigo followed without a second thought with Grimmjow right after him. If anything, Aizen would lead them to Shiro and they could plan a way to break him out if they couldn't do it right now. Of course, both were hoping they would be able to take him now. Grimmjow was just itching for a fight after all the bed rest that was forced on him anyway.

Dr. Aizen lead the two to a small dim room filled with monitors. A dark skinned man with even darker hair sat in front of all of them. He wore an odd visor over his eyes that lead Ichigo and Grimmjow to think the man was blind. Each monitor blinked every few seconds showing different rooms with different patients in each one. A few of the patients caught the young men's eyes as they flashed across the screens. At least three were strapped to their beds. One was in a corner shaking and mumbling uncontrollably as he hugged a pillow as if it was his last life line. The saddest was a young boy who couldn't be much older than 10 sitting, rocking on the bed, and hugging a much abused teddy bear, that was covered in scars and dry blood.

"Kaname, Patient 87 on the main screen, please."

Without a word, the man started typing and within seconds the image of Shiro chained to the wall in a straight jacket showed up on the central monitor. Ichigo growled and glared at the so called doctor. "You must understand, it is for protection," Dr. Aizen said before Ichigo could protest his brother's current living conditions.

"He is waking," a deep voice that was quickly tied to the one watching the monitors stated. All eyes were on the screen as Shiro shifted slightly and tested his new restraints.

"Let him go," Ichigo returned his burning stare to Dr. Aizen.

"I don't think you will want him to leave after I show you what your brother truly is," Dr. Aizen took his leave before Ichigo or Grimmjow could retort. The two tried to follow but a quick warning and a reminder that this was the only way for them to actually see Shiro from Kaname kept them in place.

Movement and the entrance of Dr. Aizen into the room had Ichigo and Grimmjow glued to the screen. If only they had sound to go with the visual. Grimmjow held Ichigo close as they prepared for the worst.

The situation started calm. When the rough treatment of his brother started, Ichigo began gritting his teeth and shaking in anger. Grimmjow tightened his grip around Ichigo's shoulders, "Relax, Ichi." Ichigo tried to breathe and calm down, but it wasn't helping.

When Ulquiorra entered with a patient strapped to a wheel chair, it was Grimmjow's turn to growl, "That's him! That's the fucker that took 'im!" Ichigo stared at the screen memorizing the new face in Shiro's current room. He looked so dead to Ichigo, and it wasn't just the pale skin. The black haired young man had no fire in his eyes and his movements were almost robotic. In some ways, Ichigo felt bad for him. He was obviously another one of Aizen's test subjects. But at the same time, it didn't stop the hatred bubbling up for him either.

What happened next shocked both Grimmjow and Ichigo. The young patient was murdered by Aizen and by the looks of it, he showed no sympathy in doing so. Suddenly, Shiro seemed to go crazy. The two watched as he thrashed around as much as the restraints would let him. Ichigo was shocked and horrified at the expression on his brother's face. That wasn't Shiro. That wasn't Ogihci. That was that voice. This was the demon side of his brother and it had taken control. When the restraints failed to hold and Shiro began to devour the offering he was giving, Ichigo believed it was too late.

A soft sob escaped Ichigo's lips. He failed to save his brother like he promised. He didn't get to him fast enough and even the information he possessed now seemed like it would be no help at all. He felt defeated and angry at his own failure. This couldn't be how it ended! It just couldn't! There had to be something more he could do but right now, Ichigo saw no way but leaving Shiro under the care of the man who took him away all those years ago for his own cruel devices. Silent tears streamed down his face as he broke away from Grimmjow's grip almost violently and quickly stormed out of the small room. Grimmjow wasted no time in following him. Sadly, Ichigo missed the most important part of the entire event at the end; the tears Shiro shed for the girl after regaining control that showed his humanity was still very much there.

Grimmjow finally caught up to other just as Ichigo got into the elevator. Grimmjow was panting slightly as the doors closed on the two of them. Ichigo's gaze was focused down. Grimmjow looked him over and scoffed, "So that's it? Yer just going to let him rot there? After all this, and you vowing to save 'im, yer just going to leave?"

"There is nothing I can do. I failed," Ichigo whispered. Anger and sadness laced the words. They made Grimmjow growl. He grabbed Ichigo by the shoulders and forcibly turned him so they stood face to face. Ichigo though refused to look up into what he knew would be angered cerulean eyes.

"Look at me Ichigo," it was a demand, not a request. Ichigo didn't move."Look at me!" Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's chin and made brown look into blue, "Where is your fire Ichigo? The Ichigo I know wouldn't be giving up so easily. Get yourself fucking together! Are you one who protects or a strawberry?" Ichigo scowled at the nickname he hated so much. A small spark returned to his chocolate eyes making them shine. Grimmjow smirked. This was his Ichi. He could tell the fire was slowly building back in the man before him.

"Your right, Grimm. He may have one this battle, but the war has just barely started. We have seen what that side of Shiro can do. That doctor better watch his back, or it will be dripping blood," Ichigo smirked.

The doors to the elevator opened and the two walked out. Both had one thing on their minds, they would still get Shiro back and help him. They just needed a plan and both of them knew just the people to help them plan it. Ichigo just hoped Shiro could last a little longer, "I promise, we are coming Shiro. We will get you back. Just hold out a bit longer."

Unknowing of the events that had transpired after Ichigo went home, Urahara kept his promise of talking to Isshin about the situation. With a sigh he called his brother and waited what seemed like forever for the other man to answer.

"Hello?" a deep voice greeted through the phone.

"Isshin, it's me. We need to…" Urahara was cut off.

"Kisuke! My brother! To what do I owe this sudden call?" Isshin's voice was overly excited and emotional as always.

"Isshin, we cannot wait any longer," Urahara's voice was stern. The tone caused Isshin the suddenly silence his happy greeting.

"What are you saying Kisuke?" a now serious Isshin replied.

"Your son needs an exorcism."

AN: Hey everyone! Please review with your thoughts. Please? I need some feedback. : D Thank you to everyone who is reading, reviewing, subscribing, or even just stopping by. Also, if anyone has an idea of what genre this story actually is, let me know. Im kinda confused on what to label it anymore. Thanks again! 3