Finally, new update yay!
But a warning, there are mentions of self harm in this chapter.
"Son."
Ichigo growls, stepping back from the door to give himself some much needed space from the man before him.
"What are you doing here? How'd you even find me?"
Averting his tired eyes, Isshin nervously rubs the back of his neck.
"Does it matter?"
Ichigo clings to the edge of the door, considering slamming it in his dad's face, before sighing in defeat and gesturing for him to come inside.
"Well, you might as well come in then."
Isshin nods and steps inside, Ichigo closing the door slowly behind him.
He watches silently as his father's wandering eyes closely inspect every inch of his apartment, taking an extra long look around the kitchen area, and Ichigo already knows exactly what he's looking for.
"You won't find any alcohol in here."
Isshin glances away in embarrassment at being caught out snooping, but then shrugs and smiles warmly over at Ichigo.
"Sorry. Your apartment looks great by the way, you've kept it nice and tidy."
Ichigo's anxious eyes wander over to Shiro, who is still perched on the couch, dark eyes intently studying Isshin with a deep frown set on his usually playful features, his sharp teeth barred.
"The fuck is this asshole doin here?"
Ichigo ignores the angry albino, instead choosing to at least try and have a civil conversation with the man he used to call 'dad'.
"How are the girls?"
Isshin shoves his hands into his coat pockets.
"They're both doing just fine, they miss their big brother though."
He should have known where this was going, but Ichigo will be damned if he let's himself get manipulated again.
"Dad, I'm not going home. I made it perfectly clear that when you let them put me in that, that place, I was done with this family, especially you."
Isshin suddenly steps closer to Ichigo, a pleading look on his weary face.
"Ichigo, I only did what I thought would help you. It was either the institution, or some young juveniles prison."
Ichigo scoffs loudly.
"Yeah right, I know why you did it. The same reason you kept sending mum back in there, too get the damn burden off of your own back."
Isshin's face crumples at Ichigo's harsh word's. And although he hates the bones of this man, Ichigo can't help but feel a guilty tug in his chest for causing that look.
"It was nothing like that! I couldn't cope Ichigo, not while I was trying to raise you and the girls as well. I did what I thought was best for everyone, including your mother."
Ichigo's burning eyes stare at the flooring now, not being able to look Isshin in the eye for fear he'll loose the tight grip on his emotions that he's worked so hard to gain.
"That place took the only thing I shared with my mum. You think it was all rainbows and unicorns, there, Dad? Being doped out of your mind twenty four seven, numb to everything and everyone around you like some kind of walking fucking zombie? You think that was the best for me and mum, do you?"
Isshin takes a step back at the pure anger now emanating from his son.
"Ichigo-"
"I'M NOT FINISHED! Three years, three years of my life I lost in that damned place, and I swore from the day they let me out that I was never going to give anyone the opportunity to do that to me, EVER AGAIN!"
His chest heaving and his blood pounding fiercely in his ears, Ichigo wrenches open the front door.
"We're done here."
"Ichigo-"
"I said, we're done."
Isshin hangs his head, heading past Ichigo.
When he reaches him, his hand reach's out slightly, as if to lay a hand on Ichigo's shoulder, but he seems to think better of it and just leaves.
Ichigo slams the door shut behind him, before slumping down to the floor, hugging his knees tightly to his chest.
A fuming Shiro finally jumps up from the couch, kneeling down in front of a trembling Ichigo.
"King?"
Ichigo buries his face in his arms, trying to force back the hot tears that threaten to burst from his eyes.
Shiro snarls, his pale hands gripping onto Ichigo's knees.
"Damn it King, don't let that bastard do this too ya! Look at ya, cowering here like a fuckin child, it's beyond pathetic!"
Shiro's cruel words sting him, but he refuses to budge, hugging himself harder.
"Yer never gonna get anywhere if ya keep actin like this, now stop snivelling and get the fuck up."
Ichigo shakes his head, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip.
"Get yerself together, or so fuckin help me I'm gonna make yer existence so much more worse, so bad that ya will be all too willin to slit yer damn wrists. Do ya think I'm bluffin, Ichi?"
Ichigo lifts his head, fresh tears now trailing down his warm cheeks.
"S-Shiro...I can't-"
"Yes ya can, where do ya think actin so weak is gonna get ya? Back in the loony bin, that's where."
"W-what should I do?"
Shiro's face darkens, his black orbs dancing with delight.
"How about ya let me do the thinkin for a while?"
Panic flooding through him at the thought of losing control of himself, Ichigo presses his back firmly against the door.
"No, no no NO!"
As Ichigo jumps to his wobbly feet and sprints towards the bathroom, Shiro glares as he follows him, watching as Ichigo carelessly tips everything out of the medicine cabinet situated above the sink.
As the contents crash into the sink below, Ichigo roots through them, before holding up his box of clean razors and ripping it open.
His fingers shaking, Ichigo holds his left arm out in front of him, placing the sharp edge of the cold razor against the warm skin of his forearm.
Shiro growls heatedly, his eyes locked on the razor blade.
"What the fuck do ya think yer doin? What's cuttin yerself gonna achieve, eh?"
Ichigo sniffles, his shaky hand only just managing to keep the blade in place against his skin.
"The pain will take my mind off of everything, even if just for a little while."
Ichigo gasps out loud at the sharp sting that accompanies the swipe of the razor cutting into his flesh, watching with wide eyes as hot fresh blood starts to seep out from the wound and trickle down his arm.
It splats onto the bathroom tiles below, and Shiro desperately latches onto Ichigo's arm.
"PUT THE PISSIN RAZOR DOWN YOU IDIOT!"
Ichigo ignores him, making another, smaller cut just below the first, another line of blood now dripping down onto the floor tiles.
His stomach begins to churn as he stares down silently at the crimson liquid leaking from his arm.
Suddenly feeling awfully light headed, Ichigo drops to his knees, and the razor falls out of his grip and skids behind the toilet.
His eyelids begin to grow heavy, the only thing in his vision being red, pure red.
"Ichi, damn it stay awake ya lil fucker! Are ya listening to me?"
Ichigo grumbles, too tired to respond properly, as he lets his eyelids flicker closed.
Groaning loudly, Ichigo shifts his body, nestling into something warm and comfortable.
Wait a minute...hadn't he been in the bathroom?
On the cold floor?
Bleeding?
What the hell...
Slowly opening his eyes, he blinks a few times, trying to figure out where he is now, his head pounding.
It's not the bathroom, but he recognizes the familiar objects and layout of the room.
He's in his bedroom, tucked into his bed, the only light in the room coming from his small bedside lamp and the ajar bathroom door.
And no sign of Shiro.
With a pained groan, he pushes himself up into a sitting position, a sharp sting ripping through his left arm.
Wincing, he brings it up to his face, shocked to see that it's now expertly bandaged.
He lift's up the bed covers, seeing his jeans now gone and he's wearing nothing but a loose white t-shirt and his boxer shorts.
But who...
"So, you're finally awake then, kid."
Ichigo's chocolate eyes widen at the familiar rough, deep voice, and he turns his head towards the open bathroom door.
The bathroom lighting give's him a perfect view of Grimmjow's unbelievably handsome, but unreadable face.
Wiping his hands off on a white towel, Grimmjow strides over to the bed, sitting down on it next to Ichigo.
Reaching onto the bedside cabinet, Grimmjow retrieves a glass of water that's sitting on top of it, lifting it up to Ichigo's dry lips.
Ichigo silently drinks it down, grateful as the cool liquid washes down his burning throat.
Once the glass is drained, Grimmjow places it back down, before he gestures at Ichigo.
"How do you feel? Do you feel nauseous, dizzy?"
Ichigo frowns, before realizing he did just cut himself, bleed, and then pass out.
He realize's he didn't pass out from blood loss though, shit he'd be in deep trouble if he had done.
No, it was the sight of the blood.
After all the time's he used to see his mum cut herself, and his dad being the one to swoop in and stop her, he never could handle the sight of the putrid scarlet liquid.
So cutting himself ultimately wasn't the brightest fucking idea, but he just hadn't known what else to do.
He just wanted his emotions to die, even for just a while, and causing himself physical pain seemed like the best way to achieve that.
Shit, he's been such an idiot. And worst of all, the jackass he least wanted to find him in such a pitiful position was now essentially his 'knight in shining armour'.
Fate's a cruel mistress.
"Uh, no, not really. What...what are you doing in my apartment?"
Grimmjow tosses the towel on the bed aside, his blue eyes glinting in the faint glow of the lamp.
"Well, I came to pay you a little visit, but once I saw all your lights on and you weren't answering the door, I figured something was wrong. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, and found you slumped on the bathroom floor covered in your own blood. I bandaged your arm and then cleaned up the mess. You're welcome, strawberry."
"And you decided to strip me while you were at it?"
Grimmjow snorts.
"They were smeared with blood. Don't worry, I wouldn't dare take your innocence while you were busy sleeping, princess, there'd be no fun in that."
Ichigo rolls his eyes, too tired to comment on the 'princess' remark, instead scratching absent-mindedly at the bandage.
He's got bigger things to worry about right now.
"Did you...call anyone?"
"What, you mean like the loony bin?"
Ichigo cringes, his lips pressing together in a thin line.
"Nah, I figured you wouldn't wanna get carted off back there."
Ichigo stares back at him, his mouth falling open in shock.
No one know's about what happened to him apart from his family, and some people who were there that day.
So how the hell does Grimmjow know?
"How do you know about that?"
"I got my ways, I am a cop, after all."
"I'm pretty sure that's not the kind of thing cops are supposed to be snooping into," Ichigo huffs.
"Then sue me, strawberry."
Despite himself, Ichigo finds himself relaxing a little as Grimmjow's signature smirk comes back onto his face, and Ichigo yawns, rubbing at his tired eyes.
"So...why'd you bother?"
"Huh?"
"Why'd you bother helping me? You could've just called the hospital or something, would've been easier."
Grimmjow chuckles, now scooting closer to Ichigo.
"And how am I supposed to get my hands on you if you get locked up, huh?"
Ichigo gulps at the lewd intent behind the words, pressing himself back into his headboard.
"Wait, you...you still want me?"
Grimmjow frowns deeply, tilting his head.
"What, course I do, why are you asking such a stupid question?"
"But, don't you think I'm bat shit crazy after this?"
Grimmjow leans in close to Ichigo's face, his warm breath ghosting over his lips.
"Oh, I think you're fucking psycho all right, but I'll be damned if that doesn't make me so fucking hard. Just when I thought you couldn't get any damn hotter Ichigo."
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
Ichigo just cut himself and he found him unconscious in his own blood, and he even knows he's been in that place, yet it only makes him want to get into his pants more.
Ichigo's beginning to think Grimmjow might just be crazy himself.
Or maybe he just enjoys playing with fire?
Grimmjow's hot tongue comes out to skim across Ichigo's closed lips, and Ichigo instantly tenses up, his blunt nails digging into the bedsheets around him.
Sensing Ichigo's sudden tenseness, Grimmjow lifts a hand up to caress his cheek, his blue eyes staring into nervous brown ones.
"No need to tense up, I'm not gonna hurt you, Ichigo."
Ichigo takes a deep, calming breath, starting to feel slightly dizzy from his heart hammering furiously against his ribcage.
Emotionally, he's at his most vulnerable right now, and he should definitely push Grimmjow away.
That's what he should do, but for some reason, he doesn't.
Grimmjow's soft lips brush lightly against his own, before Grimmjow moulds his lip's against Ichigo's.
Ichigo remains still, his brain not providing him with any coherent thoughts apart from the nice warm feeling of Grimmjow's lips moving against his.
The bed sheet is soon tugged away from Ichigo's body, and Ichigo grunts as he's pushed back down onto the mattress, Grimmjow looming above him, hungry lips still devouring his own.
The kiss soon grows more heated, and Grimmjow forces his tongue inside of Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo's brain finally kicks into gear when a roaming hand brushes against his hip, and he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes like saucers and his pupils dilated.
Grimmjow stares down at him, his own blue eyes glazed over with pure lust, his breathing deep and heavy.
Ichigo already feels the blood pooling traitorously in his groin at the sheer predatory look on Grimmjow's face.
Licking his lips, Ichigo brings his hands up and places them firmly against Grimmjow's clothed chest.
"Grimmjow, I don't think I'm ready for this, not right now."
Grimmjow frowns down at him, before a grin spreads across his face.
"So you're not telling me no, just not tonight then, eh?"
Is he?
Ichigo's never really felt attracted to guys, at least, not up until recently.
There's something about Grimmjow that seems to make him not even care that he's a guy, he just seems to get totally lost in the heat of the moment whenever he's around the wild cop.
His brain makes sure to remind him that's definitely not a good thing.
And as for Renji...
Renji's a really great guy, and he enjoy's working with him, but it's just not the same heated feeling he experiences when he's around Grimmjow.
God, what the fuck is wrong with him?
In fact, scratch that thought, he'd be here all fucking day trying to work that out.
Ichigo chew's on his bottom lip, his hands still pressed against Grimmjow's chest.
"I...I guess so."
Grimmjow's hand that's currently on his hip wanders down to the front of Ichigo's boxer shorts, hand cupping the now prominent bulge there.
"How about I just take care of you tonight, then? You can pay me back once you're feelin better. Sound good to you, Berry?"
Ichigo blinks up at him dumbly, but finds himself not really wanting to say no or argue.
Grimmjow takes the silence as a green light, and shuffles down Ichigo's body, pulling down the younger males boxer shorts and releasing Ichigo's hard erection from within.
"Grimmjow, what are-"
Ichigo gasps as Grimmjow wraps a strong hand around him, swooping down to swipe his tongue teasingly over the already leaking tip.
"Bigger than I thought you'd be," Grimmjow remarks lewdly, his lusty eyes flashing back up to Ichigo's now heavily flushed face.
Before Ichigo can reply with a snarky comment, Grimmjow leans down again and swallows Ichigo right to the hilt, placing a firm hand on Ichigo's hip as the boy's back arches off the bed of it's own accord.
The hot, wet heat of Grimmjow's mouth wrapped around his cock sends pleasurable chills down Ichigo's spine, his breath momentarily catching in his throat.
Grimmjow wastes no time in beginning to slowly bob his head up and down using his tongue to lick along Ichigo's shaft, causing the Ichigo to buck and writhe wantonly beneath him.
Ichigo's hesitant thoughts fly right out the window, sheer pleasure overtaking his senses as Grimmjow's mouth expertly takes care of him.
Ichigo's hands find themselves entangling in Grimmjow's wild hair, tugging harshly as he tries to thrust up into the cop's mouth.
Grimmjow doesn't seem to mind the tugging, in fact, Ichigo feels the man growl around his cock, and the vibrations alone make Ichigo cry out, curses beginning to freely tumble from his lips as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Ngh...fuck, shit...ahh..."
Grimmjow's eyes drink in Ichigo's face of ecstasy, before he lifts his mouth off and replaces it with his hand.
He leans back up to Ichigo's face, licking at the trembling boy's neck as he pumps him fast and rough.
"You gonna cum for me, Ichigo?"
Ichigo nods furiously, his eyes scrunching shut as his hips thrust up of their own accord, desperate for more.
Grimmjow chuckles at Ichigo's eagerness, sucking at Ichigo's exposed neck as the boy pinned beneath him cums with a loud shout, his hot semen coating Grimmjow's hand.
Grimmjow brings the hand up, Ichigo's heavy eyes flickering open just in time to see the blue haired cop licking his cum off like a cat that just got the damn cream.
"Mmm, you taste real good Ichigo, sure can't wait to taste you again."
Grimmjow leans back from Ichigo, who hastily wraps the bed sheet around himself, his face flushed red and his eyelid's drooping from sheer exhaustion.
After capturing Ichigo's lips roughly one last time, Grimmjow clambers off the bed, smoothing down his rumpled police uniform.
"Remember, you still got to pay me back sometime, berry. Get some rest, and don't do some stupid shit again before I see you."
With a wink he leaves, and Ichigo hears the front door shut behind him.
He know's it would be best to get up and lock it, but he just doesn't have the energy, his body feeling like jelly from that mind blowing orgasm.
Besides, this is a good, quiet neighbourhood, it's unlikely anything is going to happen.
Ichigo relax's back into the warm rumpled sheets, his rational mind now having chance to catch up with him.
He just let Grimmjow have his way with him, and Grimmjow's intent on Ichigo returning the favour.
Just what the hell has he let himself get into?
Turning onto his side, Ichigo finally let's his heavy eyelids droop shut, figuring he'll deal with all of this in the morning when he can think more clearly.
Ichigo wakes up with a loud curse, the morning light beaming in from his slightly open curtains making him hurriedly throw the covers back over his face.
After a few moments he removes the covers and turns over, rubbing at his burning eyes.
Well, at least he didn't have another nightmare last night.
And no work today, so he can spend the day doing whatever he feels like.
But he might have to deal with something much more frightening first.
His eye's find an all too quiet Shiro perched on the edge of his bed, black eyes staring at him coldly.
Ichigo runs his fingers through his messy hair, averting his eyes to the floor.
"What, ya aint' even gonna look at me now?"
Ichigo sighs, his hands clutching at the covers.
"Shiro-"
"Don't ya dare Shiro me, what the fuck were you thinkin last night, huh?"
"I just...I wanted to forget, just for a little while-"
Before he can finish, Shiro crawls up the bed, his white, angry face only inches from his own.
So close, he can feel the familiar icy chill that Shiro's body tends to give off seeping into his skin.
"THEN YER USE ME, YA DON'T GO DOIN CRAZY SHIT LIKE THAT!"
Ichigo shakes his head.
"No, I can't do that Shiro, you know I can't!"
"DON'T GIMMIE THAT CRAP, YER JUST TOO FUCKIN SCARED, AIN'T YA! I KNEW IT, YER NOTHIN BUT A LITTLE PUSSY!"
"NO I'M FUCKING NOT!"
Shiro flinches back from Ichigo, shock plastered on his face.
Ichigo has never actually raised his voice like this to the albino, and especially not with such anger.
Ichigo grits his teeth, his fingers finding their way to his bandaged arm.
"Shiro, look, I didn't-"
Shiro suddenly cackles wildly, the sound causing Ichigo's hairs to stand on end.
"Shoutin at me now, huh King? Well, I guess since you've got that blue haired cop to blow ya and fuck ya I'm no use any more, am I?"
Ichigo stares at Shiro incredulously.
"What? I never said that, of course you are Shiro, don't talk like that."
Shiro huffs indignantly, turning his pissed off gaze toward's the window.
Damn, Ichigo doesn't want Shiro to be mad at him.
Anxiety pools uneasily in his stomach, the thought of losing the one thing that's been constant in his life since his mother died again chilling him to the bone.
Even though he doesn't freely admit it, Shiro's become like a part of him, and he actually finds a kind of weird comfort in having the albino around...sometimes.
"Shiro...how can I make this right? Please, don't be mad at me any more, I can't stand it."
Shiro turns back to Ichigo, his thin lips spreading into a feral grin.
"Well...I guess there is somethin ya can do for me..."
Ichigo gulps.
"What's that?"
Shiro quickly straddles Ichigo on the bed, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
As Shiro's dark demand's sink into Ichigo's brain, his brown eyes widen, his heart jumping up into his throat.
Lighting up a cigarette in the darkening alley, the quiet man in the shadows waits patiently for his prey to emerge, his eyes narrowing in the veil of darkness as a fire door soon swings open nearby, a stumbling, obviously very intoxicated male coming into sight.
The door bangs shut again loudly, the dance music pumping out from the nightclub quietening down as it does, the drunk male now propping himself up with the help of the alley brick wall, not even noticing the other presence nearby because he's too off his face.
He shakily brushes's straight blonde hair out of his drooping eyes, shrugging into his blue jacket and attempting to stagger down to the mouth of the alley.
But his path is quickly blocked by an arm throwing itself out in front of him.
He frowns down at it, his confused and glazed blue eyes peering at the stranger, but he can't make out much, as the strange guy is currently sporting a loose black as night hoodie, and a ski mask obscuring most of his face.
All he can coherently make out is the man's dark eyes, and a small strand of orange hair peeking out from beneath the hoodie.
"Uh, c-can I get past you?" The drunken blonde slurs.
The stranger makes no attempt to move, instead slowly shakes his head, before a leather gloved hand snakes around the surprised blonde's throat, shoving him roughly up against the hard alley way wall.
The blonde trembles, his lips quivering in fear at what this guy is going to do to him, and what exactly he wants from him.
"L-look, you can have my wallet, it's in my right pant pocket. Please, t-there's no need to hurt me."
The ominous figure in front of him tilt's it's head in an almost innocent way, before slowly drawing back it's free fist and then smashing it forcefully into the man's pale face.
The sickening crunch of bone breaking echo's down the small alley, the blonde's nose breaking with just one hard well angled punch, and warm red liquid spurts from his nose as he cries out in pain.
But the vicious and unprovoked attack doesn't end there.
The grip on the blonde's neck tightens as the fist continues to mercilessly pummel his face, not even stopping when the blonde's body slumps and goes limp in his hold.
Finally, taking a deep breath, the masked stranger finally releases his firm grip, watching with satisfaction as the other now bruised and battered male thuds lifelessly to the alley floor.
And, delivering one final harsh kick to his victim's stomach, the dark figure strides off, leaving the blonde for dead.
So, time to start unleashing the crazy!
I feel really bad for Ichigo though, makes me feel like an asshole when I'm writing this xD
But, another chapter done and dusted, and some good old GrimmIchi for you guys.
I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner than this one, but thanks for being patient with me.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for reading :)