Ichigo and Shinji wobbled and wove down the side walk, followed by what looked like a ghost in jeans and a sweatshirt. Hichigo pulled his hood up and walked after the pair, smirking every now and then when one of them would nearly face plant but saved himself at the last minute.
"H-Hichi!" Ichigo slurred, "Were ya car!"
"Don't have one." Hichigo replied simply.
"Whaaa?" Shinji giggled, "Then how're ya gonna get home?"
Hichigo grinned and placed a hand on each of their shoulders, turning them, "With that."
Sitting across the street, gleaming in the lamp light, was a monstrous black motorcycle. It seemed to pulse in the shadows, and had a rather intimidating aura for a machine. They made their way towards it and Hichigo swung his leg over it, settling down in the black leather seat, "Well?"
Ichigo blinked and then laughed, "Ah hell yea!" He got on behind Hichigo and scooted up against him, pressing his chest into the albino's muscular back, "C'mon Shin!"
Shinji giggled and hopped on as well, surprisingly they all fit rather comfortably. Shinji wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist and grinned excitedly.
Hichigo started up the engine and it gave a loud growl before settling on a snarling purr, "Alright, where too?"
Ichigo gave him the address and glanced at his friend, "Wanna spend the night?"
"Yesh!" Shinji slurred happily.
"Hang on, King." Hichigo purred, grinning as he rolled the bike into the street. He waited until he felt the young man wrap his arms tightly around his stomach before revving the engine and taking off with a screech of tires.
Ichigo and Shinji laughed and cheered as Hichigo accelerated down the street and flew past cars and stop lights. It was about 11:00 at night so the amount of cars where limited, but the ones that were there could only see a flash of white, orange and yellow flying past them like an enormous bird.
Hichigo glanced down at his speedometer and grinned, 120 mph? Pah. He pushed his bike up to 170 and streaked past roads so fast it was a wonder he didn't get lost.
The bike angled and swerved around a corner, slowing down and stopping short at Grimmjow's condo. Ichigo giggled and tumbled off, followed by Shinji. "A-ah man that was fun!"
"Glad ya liked it, King." Hichigo snickered, looking down on the pair sprawled on the side walk, "Now get yer ass ta bed."
Ichigo staggered to his feet and fell on Hichigo, giggling breathlessly in his ear, "Yes, sir."
Hichigo shivered slightly and nudged Ichigo off, "See ya next Friday."
Shinji waved and then let his arm fall back to the side walk, "m'kaaayyy!"
Hichigo jerked his bike towards the road and sped off in a squeal of tires. Leave skid marks not three inches from Ichigo's feet.
They staggered into the lobby, up the stairs, and into the hallway before finding the right room and slammed the door. Giggling and stumbling, they stripped down to their boxers and curled up into Grimmjow's bed, nestled against each other.
It was about 1:00 in the morning and the streets were dead. Not a single living creature could be heard or seen. It was eerie, almost a tense atmosphere. Two men were huddled behind a white cheerful looking house with dark green bushes surrounding it. Nnoitra looked at his old friend, "How do ya wanna do this?"
"Just walk in and shoot the bitch." Grimmjow snapped, "Ya got a silencer?"
"Yea."
They crept around back and slid open a window that had been cracked. They landed lightly in a kitchen and glanced around. According to the file her bedroom was at the top floor, on the right. They snuck up the padded stairs and crept down a short hall into a bedroom. A large double bed dominated the room and a large lump in the middle was all they could see. Nnoitra walked swiftly up to the lump, pulled his gun out, and fired it four times into the lump in the bed before ripping back the sheets and staring.
The bed was empty.
"What?" Grimmjow muttered, and then heard a soft click, "SHIT!" He slammed into Nnoitra and they both fell to the ground as a bullet whizzed by where Nnoitra's head had been just seconds ago.
Nnoitra recovered instantly and ducked behind a table while Grimmjow took cover behind a dresser. The shooter cocked its gun and fired again, nicking Grimmjow in the shoulder and burying the bullet in the opposite wall.
"Fuck!" Grimmjow reached into his black sweat shirt and yanked out his gun, he looked at Nnoitra who nodded and then re-loaded.
Nnoitra whipped around and began firing at the closet, forcing the attacker to retreat momentarily.
Grimmjow leaped up and sprinted towards the closet, yanked the doors wide open, and froze.
A middle aged woman with long black hair tied in a bun was pressed against the back of her closet, her empty gun on the ground, shielding a child. Her eyes where huge and filled with fear, her chest heaved with every breath she took and her arms where thrown out to protect her kid. The child was also a little girl, with short blond hair and questioning pinkish eyes.
"Shoot!" Nnoitra shouted, "Why the fuck aren't you killing the bitch!"
"'cuz the bitch has a kid."
"Aw FUCK!" Nnoitra re-loaded his gun and slunk over, pointing the muzzle at the woman, "Alright get yer ass outta the closet."
The woman glared at him and pressed herself against her child even more.
Grimmjow sneered and ran his hand through his hair, "The fuck is this shit?"
Nnoitra glared at him, "We gotta job ta do. It's either her, or both of us and her." The rest was left unspoken, but it was clear enough. If they didn't do the job, they weren't the only ones dead; Shinji and Ichigo would be killed too.
Nnoitra aimed his gun between the woman's eyes and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet into her brain.
The woman gave a small gasp of pain and crumbled to the floor, took a short gasping breath, and was still.
Nnoitra made a face and turned away, tucking his gun into his shirt, "C'mon, let's get your injury checked out."
They stared to walk to the door when a weak little sound froze them in their tracks.
"Mama?"
The world seemed to slow down for the two gang members as they slowly turned around.
"Mama? Mommy?" The little girl called, shaking her dead mother, "Mama, get up! Mama…! Wake up mommy!"
Nnoitra glared at the little girl, hating the feeling in his chest, "She's dead."
The little girl looked at him with her big pink eyes, "Mama won't wake up…" she repeated.
Grimmjow shoved his gun away and muttered, "Lets go…"
They walked out of the room and down the stairs, each step a little fast than the one before it. By the time they made it out the widow they where sprinting. A loud screaming cry followed the murders into the night; "MMMAAAAAAAMMMAAAAAAAAAA!"
What they didn't see, however, was a sleepy looking man with brown hair peer around the bushes to watch them flee. They didn't see him flip open his phone to make a call, nor did they see him disappear into the house.
When Ichigo woke up the following morning, Shinji was still out cold and he had a slight headache; but no hangover thankfully. He stood and stretched, and shuffled around to find some sweatpants. He had a drawer in here somewhere…
After finding the sweatpants and deeming Shinji dead to the world, he walked outside and paused.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra where sitting on the couch, staring at a blank TV, and doing absolutely nothing, he would have thought they had fallen asleep except their backs where ram rode straight and the aura that seemed to surround them would stifle an elephant.
"Grimm?" Ichigo called, walking over, "Hey are you ok?"
Grimmjow turned and looked at his lover, "Yeah…oh listen, sorry I couldn't drive you guys back; stuff came up and…"
"No it's ok." Ichigo soothed, "I get it. We got a ride anyway." He sat next to Grimmjow and slid an arm around his waist, "Grimm?"
Grimmjow blinked and looked at the concerned face of his boyfriend, "Ichi…I love you, ok?"
Ichigo smiled, "I know. I love you too."
Nnoitra remained unresponsive and stood slowly, grumbled something about coffee, and ambled off to the kitchen.
A few seconds later the smell of roasted coffee fragmented the air and Nnoitra came back with two cups. He gave one to Grimmjow and then went into the bedroom to go find Shinji.
Grimmjow seemed to revive a little once he'd drunken some coffee and he sighed and let his ridged posture melt, slumping into the cushions.
Ichigo curled up next to him and they lay there for a while, listening to the soft murmuring coming from the bedroom.
Shinji emerged, blond hair sticking everywhere and eyes half shut, followed by Nnoitra and his coffee. "M-morning." He yawned.
"Hey Shin." Ichigo greeted, smiling as his sleep drunk friend wobbled over. Nnoitra sat in the chair and tugged Shinji onto his lap. The blond immediately folded up, rested his head on the black haired man's chest, and fell back to sleep. Nnoitra smiled and ran his fingers through the blond mess.
They sat there for a bit, enjoying each other's company and the silence, when the door bell rang.
"God, fucking, dammit!" Grimmjow spat getting up and stomping to the door.
Ichigo grinned as he heard his boyfriend's muted swearing. He must be feeling better.
Grimmjow returned with a small black object in his hand and settled down into his dip in the cushions. He flipped the object open and Ichigo recognized it as a phone. "Got a new one already?"
"Yeah….oh good it has all my shit on it…" Grimmjow mumbled absentmindedly. He looked up at Nnoitra, "You know what I've been thinking?"
"Probably." The tall man grunted, reaching up to straighten his eye patch.
"No, I was thinking that was set up."
Nnoitra frowned, "You know, that's what I thought too."
"I mean, how else would she have known?"
They sat in a pregnant silence for a bit until Ichigo interrupted, "Um, known what?"
Grimmjow stared at Ichigo for a second, "Don't worry about it…"
Ichigo frowned, "Grimm…" he started, and put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Ow! Fuck!" Grimmjow yanked away violently.
"What?" Ichigo scowled, "Grimmjow what happened?"
The blue haired man sneered slightly, "I just got a small injury, nothing big."
Ichigo scooted closer, "Let me see."
Grimmjow opened his mouth to tell him to back off but thought better of it. He growled slightly but undid his collar shirt from the night before; sliding it down so Ichigo could see the bandage.
The bullet had passed right through Grimmjow's shoulder as cleanly as possible, and only pierced the skin about an inch through. The blood had clotted nicely and the bandage was only partially blood stained.
"You got shot." Ichigo said numbly, staring at the bandage.
"Yeah." Grimmjow muttered, flipping his shirt back on, "Nothing too bad."
"Did…Aizen send you some place dangerous or something?"
Grimmjow and Nnoitra exchanged a brief look, "Yeah…something like that."