It was a tradition going back to when Ichigo and Shinji could pull off being eighteen. So, about junior year of high school. They always went to the same club since Shinji was friends with everybody there. They went every Friday night and stayed to at least midnight. It usually resulted in one or both of them completely sloshed and staggering home with some random guy. Now they were usually picked up by either Grimmjow or Nnoitra; but got laid anyway.

Now Grimmjow drove and Shinji and Ichigo grinned excitedly at each other from the back seat while Nnoitra plugged in his iPod and slumped into the front seat.

They arrived at a corner and parked. Across the street a large building dominated two building's worth of space on each side of the street. It was a brick building; with spray paint from rival wanna-be gangs all over it which really added to the look. A small sign with black writing and white outlining that spelled out in neat cursive; Miname.

The excited pair leapt out of the car and gave each other a quick rundown to make sure everything was in order. Shinji was wearing a tight pair of kaki colored slacks that hugged his ass nicely and a black tank top that flowed with his body shape easily. A pair of matching black boots rounded the outfit off perfectly. Ichigo was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and an olive green t-shirt that clung to every muscle and curve in his torso. His white converse sneakers with sharpie graffiti adorned his feet, complementing his eyes and hair subtly.

Grimmjow followed the pair, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a simple white collar shirt. Nnoitra trailed behind all of them, dressed in dark hunter green pants and a navy wife beater.

The posse walked to the front door and was greeted with a sort of energy that radiated from the club. Strobe lights could be seen from within and the vibrations from the bass and music already thumped in their chests. The entrance had a short red carpet and a tall security guard that would send anyone running for mama.

He was tall, heavily scared, and wore an eye patch. His hair was black and had been spiked across his head like some sort of scalp collar. Each tip had a small decorative bell on it, but for some reason it made the guy even scarier. His teeth were jagged and sharp looking, and his smile promised pain.

Shinji flounced up immediately, beaming, "Zaraki! Four for the club please!"

Zaraki's eye swiveled around and stared them all down. He nodded at Ichigo and Shinji and glared slightly at Grimmjow and Nnoitra; but allowed them all in.

Shinji immediately grabbed Ichigo and dragged him to the bar where a handsome albino was waiting.

Ichigo grinned, "Hey, Hichi! Couple shots of Wild Turkey!"

The bartender, Hichigo Shirosaki, smirked and reached under the marble counter top and produced a bottle of brown liquid. He poured them each a shot and flicked it skillfully at them, "Hey boys, watcha doin' here so early?"

Ichigo grinned, adrenaline running through him already, "Gettin' wasted and laid."

"The usual." Hichigo purred, his golden eyes gleaming slightly.

"Yup!" Shinji giggled, tossing his shot back and pinning for another.

The albino filled up Shinji's glass and then Ichigo's after he tossed it back, "So ya here with yer men tonight?"

"Yeah." Shinji murmured, his eyes gleaming, "Gotta go, Ichi! Time ta get naughty!" He ran over to Nnoitra and dragged him to the dance floor and immediately began grinding his hips against the taller man, who instantly caught on.

The dance floor was huge, about the size of a cafeteria, and was pulsing with different color lights and flashes. The floor was neon multi-colored and there were about three disco balls hanging from the ceiling. The bar was made of dark wood and a dark marble top with a large mirror behind it. The neon lights reflected off Hichigo's alabaster skin, creating an almost eerie glow that suited him perfectly.

Hichigo's golden eyes swept the club then returned back to Ichigo, "So yours is the one with the blue hair?"

"Yeah, how'd ya know?" Ichigo asked, drinking down another shot.

"'cuz he seems to be glarin' death at me." Hichigo snickered, winking at the orange haired teen.

Ichigo blushed, "Knock it off; Grimm'll get pissed as hell."

Hichigo just laughed and wiped down the counter, "Go dance, King. I'll watch ya from here."

Ichigo scowled at the old nickname but complied, sliding onto the dance floor and finding Shinji dancing solo; Grimmjow and Nnoitra having snuck to the back of the club and where talking quietly at a table.

Shinji grinned and yelled over the music, "Wanna give them a show?"

"Hell yea!" Ichigo crowed, reaching around and grabbing Shinji's hips.

Shinji threw his head back and stepped backwards with one foot, his ass fitting into Ichigo's pelvic bone nicely. Ichigo ground into Shinji's ass and wrapped an arm around Shinji's torso, pulling the lithe blond into him and nibbling lightly on his neck.

While Shinji and Ichigo danced, Nnoitra and Grimmjow had been joined by another person.

He was white as a sheet with strange gothic make up on that made him look rather foreboding. His bottle green owl eyes held no emotion as the lighter green tear marks on his face caught the light. His upper lip was painted black and his hair matched, falling in shaggy curtains around his face.

"Ya better have a damn good reason for following us, Ulquiorra." Grimmjow growled quietly, his voice almost lost in the music.

Ulquiorra's emotionless eyes flickered towards Grimmjow, "I do. Aizen-sama wishes to speak with you."

Nnoitra sneered, "'cuz of Ichimaru's guys?"

"Yes."

Grimmjow and Nnoitra exchanged looks, "Fine. When?"

"Now."

Nnoitra narrowed his violet eye, "Did he say that, or are you insinuating that shit?"

Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo and Shinji and felt the smallest of smirks flicker across his face.

"Jeagerjaques. Are you listening?"

Grimmjow glared at the pale man, "No."

Ulquiorra stood, "The car will be here in 10 minutes. Make yourselves…presentable. There will be a representative from Ichimaru there." He left, his pea coat flapping behind him.

Grimmjow snarled silently but was interrupted by Nnoitra elbowing him, "Hey, check that out…" They looked over to the dance floor and nearly started drooling.

Shinji had turned around in the duration of their talking and was pressed up against Ichigo. The orange haired man had his thigh in between Shinji's parted legs and had his hands cupped around the blonds tight ass.

Nnoitra licked his lips and seemed to zero in on Shinji's ass, swaying and moving to the beat of the music.

The blue haired man spared a glance towards the entrance and noticed a sleek unmarked black car on the opposite side of the curb. He poked Nnoitra and gestured towards it silently. They rose and Nnoitra and Grimmjow slipped onto the dance floor.

Grimmjow slunk behind Ichigo and pulled him off Shinji and wrapped his arms around him, "Gotta go."

Ichigo pouted, "Noooo, Grimm, c'mon…"

Shinji was doing the same, "Nnoi, ya don' have ta go!"

Grimmjow turned Ichigo around and kissed him passionately, holding him tightly against his body. Ichigo melted into the embrace, and kissed back feverishly.

Nnoitra had already backed Shinji into a wall just off the dance floor and was heatedly kissing the moaning blond. All too soon he pulled away, "Be good." He murmured playfully, grinning at his boyfriend. The German Japanese man giggled and kissed Nnoitra quickly, "No promises!" Nnoitra smiled and then walked over to Grimmjow who was getting rather intimate, "Let's go, Panther."

Grimmjow broke away and shot a glare at Nnoitra, "Cock block…"

Ichigo grinned and whispered in Grimmjow's ear, "Be careful."

"I always am."

The lie hung in the air as he hugged Ichigo good bye and followed Nnoitra out of the club and to the car.

Ichigo and Shinji danced for a bit more, but their hearts weren't in it. They slouched over to the bar and ordered another round of Wild Turkey shots.

Hichigo served them and watched them down it urgently. "Heh, so who's driving?"

They froze with the shot glasses hovering over their mouths; they weren't that drunk to not remember what had happened last time. "Shit…"

Hichigo laughed, "Well, I get off in about an hour; if you wanna wait I can take you two home."

"Really!" Ichigo gasped, leaning forward, "Really, Hichi?"

"Yeah yeah." Hichigo drawled, waving him off, "Don't worry about it."

Shinji giggled, "Yer the best Hichigo!"

"Yeah yeah." Hichigo said, but grinned anyway, "I'll getcha when I'm ready to go, 'kay?"

"Thanks, Hichi!" Ichigo grinned, dragging Shinji off his stool, "We'll be dancing!"

They ran off and Hichigo watched them jump back into the dance with renewed vigor.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra slumped in the back seat of the car and didn't speak. They knew that this meeting wasn't anything to take lightly. All they had to do was listen, not talk, and hope to god that Ichimaru's man didn't come for some sort of revenge.

They arrived a few minutes early so Nnoitra had a smoke and Grimmjow had several. Then they boarded the elevator and a change came over them. They each straightened up, their faces became impassive, they eyes carefully neutral, and they refrained from looking at each other. This was business.

The elevator doors opened with a cheerful bing! and they proceeded down a carpeted hallway that muffled their footsteps. A looming mahogany door awaited them and Nnoitra knocked and then opened it.

Aizen was sitting behind his desk and there were three chairs exactly three feet from the desk. The chair in the middle was already occupied by a brown haired man. Nnoitra walked around and sat on the left, Grimmjow on the right.

The man in the middle had soft, wavy looking brown hair and sleepy steal eyes. He had a light stubble around his jaw. He was a nice looking, handsome man, but Nnoitra and Grimmjow knew that if he worked for Ichimaru; he was a killer.

Aizen smiled at the three of them, his eyes like ice, "Welcome, Nnoitra and Grimmjow. You may already know this man but I shall introduce him anyway. Coyote Starrk, he works for Gin Ichimaru. His rank is level one."

A chill crept up Grimmjow's spin as he surveyed Starrk from the corner of his eye. Ichimaru liked to rank his men by numbers, usually one through ten, and one's were the nastiest. But even still; this guy looked like he was about to pass out on everyone.

"We are here, of course, to get a recount of exactly what happened." Aizen said softly, his eyes settling on Nnoitra.

Nnoitra cleared his throat and gave a rapid summary of what had happened, leaving out the part, of course, about his relationship with Shinji. Starrk listened silently, but nodded at the description of the men, "Yes…those are our men…new recruits I think…"

Aizen nodded, "Can you tell us about them? Like why they were there?"

Starrk frowned slightly and his hair shifted, reveling a bone white bandanna wrapped around his neck, "Well they seemed to be the type…who like to impress…" Starrk yawned hugely, "they probably…thought Ichimaru-sama…would appreciate it…or something…"

"Couln'a put it better myself." Came an oily voice from behind them.

Starrk immediately rose and bowed low, "Ichimaru-sama."

"Neh, neh, sit down Starrk-kun." Ichimaru purred, patting the man on the head like one would do a favorite dog.

Aizen smiled and stood, "Gin, I didn't realize would be joining us."

"Sit, Sousuke-chan!" The man thrilled, sweeping behind the desk.

He grinned at Grimmjow and Nnoitra, his eyes were shut and his mouth stretched in a permanent grin, "Hello."

The man was tall and thin, his sliver purple hair falling in his eyes and breezing around. He put you off guard with his politeness and smiling, but they both knew better. This man was responsible for about half the killings in Japan. The other half was, of course, Aizen's doing. But there was a key difference between the pair; Ichimaru didn't mind getting his hands dirty, and Aizen despised so much as a speck of dust on his tailored suit.

Starrk sat down and Aizen directed a servant to bring up another chair. Once Ichimaru had been seated behind the desk, he turned to Nnoitra, "I hope my men didn' hurt ya."

"No." Nnoitra replied, resisting the urge to smack the pair of them.

"M'kay then…"

Aizen stared hard at the Nnoitra and then his eyes settled on Grimmjow, "Well I called you two here for a specific reason. I need this person taken care of." He slid them a file across his desk. Grimmjow reached forward and took it, flipping it open to reveal a picture of a smiling middle aged woman with black hair. "When?" He passed the file to Nnoitra who examined the woman with a slight sneer.

"Now, if it wouldn't be too much trouble." Aizen purred.

"Ah!" Ichimaru exclaimed, "Starrk-kun! Ya can leave with 'em, kay? Sousuke-chan and I have a lot ta catch up on!"

"Yes Ichimaru-sama."

Aizen waved his hand, "You may leave."

The rose and walked out, Starrk bowing swiftly to Ichimaru before departing.