A/N:
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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of possible sexual themes, OOC.
Characters Introduced: None.
Stairs: A flight of steps leading from one storey or level to another, especially indoors.
Ichigo grabbed his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed Kiyoshi's number that the butler had given his before leaving to do whatever butlers did when they weren't needed. The ring-back tone didn't even have time to start up before Kiyoshi answered with his usual voice.
"Are you ready to leave, Strawberry-sama?"
Ichigo growled when Grimmjow started to laugh. Seems like he was able to hear it also.
"Yeah we're done. Can you come get us?"
"Understood. I will be there shorty."
Ichigo muttered a quick 'thanks' before closing the phone and putting it back into his jeans pocket. For once in his life, Ichigo could say that Grimmjow had been really smart. Not only did Grimmjow know the perfect way to sneak out of Las Noches, but he had also suggested that they both change into different clothing before leaving the base. That way, they wouldn't stick out like sore thumbs, but they stuck out anyways. Really,how can a blue haired guy and an orange haired guy not stick out?
Grimmjow was sitting on the couch with Yuzu sitting in his lap and Karin sitting next to him. They looked so comfortable together, like a real family would. Yuzu and Karin were making jokes, and occasionally getting a laugh out of the newest family member. Ichigo was sure the bluenette was feeling like the world had just ended, because Grimmjow had just been accepted into the best family in all of Japan: The Kurosaki family.
Ichigo glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter; 9:47 A.M. He groaned loudly and sat down on the unoccupied side of the couch next to Grimmjow. It was getting closer and closer to noon, and the two assassins really should be getting back to Las Noches before they got into some serious trouble, even if they were having such a good time with their family now. Kiyoshi would be getting here soon, and then Ichigo would have to say goodbye, not knowing if he would ever see them again. It was a horrible feeling, and Ichigo's dad seemed to notice the distress on his son's features. The old man walked over to his son, and sat next to him.
"What's wrong, my son?"
"We have to leave soon..." Ichigo announced, and all of the other people in the rooms looked at him like he was crazy, including Grimmjow. He didn't want to leave now, but there was no avoiding it. Aizen would probably kill them when they returned anyways, so they better go ahead and get it over with.
"What the hell?" Grimmjow snarled angrily. It was obvious in his voice that Grimmjow didn't want to leave, not now and not ever. Isshin glared at his new son with intense eyes, and the other man didn't quite understand why he was being glared at just yet.
"No cursing in this household young man." When their father said that Ichigo couldn't help but grin. His dad was so crazy sometimes.
"Why do we have to leave now?" Grimmjow tried again, venturing away from the 'illegal' curse words. Ichigo could only turn his head away, and look out the nearby window. Grimmjow seemed to get the idea, and also started to quiet down also. There was no avoiding it. At that moment, Kiyoshi pulled up next to the door and Ichigo's cellphone rang quietly in his pocket.
"Time to go." Ichigo announced, attracting the sad eyes of everyone in the room. Grimmjow hesitantly stood, pulling his pants up and patting Yuzu gently on the head. It was nerve wracking to watch his family wave to him calling out 'see ya later', but Ichigo figured see ya later was a lot better than say goodbye. Goodbye was just so...permanent.
The leaves crunched loudly as Ichigo walked through the empty woods, a complaining Grimmjow only feet behind him. Kiyoshi had dropped the two assassins off a few feet away from the Las Noches entrance. The air was starting to cool off now, and summer was starting to feel like a far off memory. Time seemed to be passing by way too quickly for Ichigo's liking.
Their footfalls ceased as the two teens came face to face with the undercover tree. Grimmjow looked around one last time to make sure no one was spying, and when they both saw that the woods were empty, Ichigo knocked on the tree and waited for it to open. This was it, the time he had been trying to avoid thinking about all day. Ichigo could tell Grimmjow was panicing just as much as he was, even though you couldn't really tell he was.
What would happen to them, now that they had broken Aizen's most sacred rule? Ichigo shuddered. Would Aizen finally get fed up with Ichigo's actions and kick him out? Would Urahara get kicked out for helping the two assassins?
"Hey..." Ichigo's voice shook a little. Grimmjow just nodded.
"I'm worried." Ichigo's head fell, and his eyes locked on the forest ground. He felt bad now that all of this was over with. Grimmjow unexpectedly laid his hand softly on the orangette's shoulder in a comforting manor. Ichigo was almost too shocked to move, with Grimmjow's warm hand heating up his own freezing skin. It was the first time they had ever had any physical contact between the two of them, and Ichigo couldn't really describe the feeling. The touch sent small shudders up Ichigo's spine, and his now warm shoulder tingled happily.
Right at that moment, Grimmjow felt the strong need to jump the berry in some way, shape, or form, but the doors to Las Noches opened and it stopped him from doing anything.
"Here we go." Ichigo muttered while letting himself slip in front of the other assassin's body so that he could descend the staircase first. Grimmjow stepped in just as the doors were beginning to close, and secure themselves tightly together.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" The teal haired man asked in a hushed whisper, his voice almost to the point where it couldn't be heard.
"Stupid ass, I always am." Ichigo rudely replied.
And just like that the neutral air between them became tense.
"Don't act like a dick." Grimmjow hated it when people acted like that.
Turning around quickly, Ichigo lightly flicked Grimmjow's forehead which caused the other man to growl threateningly.
"I ain't a dick, bastard." Grimmjow stopped when Ichigo said this, reached down, and flicked Ichigo's cute little nose, which only caused the berry to flinch and cover the small 'ouchie' with his hand.
"I'm not a bastard, you damn pain in the ass." Ichigo moved to flick some part of Grimmjow's body, but was intercepted by a large hand that caught him. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo's lithe body against the dimly lit stairwell wall, loving the feeling of have the young man submissive under his own touch. Grimmjow always was into bondage, after all.
Ichigo attempted to break free from Grimmjow's hold, but right now he just wasn't strong enough. An assassin couldn't depend on brute strength, the instead relied on the technique of stealth. Ichigo's face was pressed harshly into the wall, but a smirk still crossed his face as an idea came into his mind.
"I'm not a 'damn pain in the ass', Grimmjow." As if on cue, Ichigo moved his legs around at the perfect angle, and kicked Grimmjow in the back of the kneecaps. The teal-haired man groaned in pain as he involuntarily tumbled to the ground, his body rolling down a few steps before he stopped himself.
"You little bitch, that hurt!"
"It was supposed to hurt." Ichigo crouched down in front of Grimmjow, who was now sitting horizontally on one of the steps with his back pressed up against the stone wall. Grimmjow blushed when he noticed the position they were in, Grimmjow sitting there with Ichigo only an inch or two away from fully straddling him. Ichigo's lean legs were balancing his body so that he could hover over Grimmjow's lap and inspect his wounds. Grimmjow gulped hard, and let his eyes roam over Ichigo's smaller body.
"Berry..." Grimmjow warned the younger teen as Ichigo lifted Grimmjow's head with his forefinger, and inspected the small cuts now littering his face. There were more cuts and bruises than Ichigo thought there would have been, adjourning Grimmjow's attractive face, and it kind of upset him.
The stairwell was silent for a moment as the two assassins let their eyes connect, Ichigo's brown eyes searching, and Grimmjow's unique teal eyes still wide with surprise.
The spit in Grimmjow's throat finally decided to go down, but it was rather difficult since his throat was still so dry.
"This is really awkward."
Grimmjow laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't really expecting this to happen. Not that I mind you being on top of me or anything, Berry."
Ichigo laughed and sat back all the way so that his butt was pressed into Grimmjow's lap, and the older assassin blushed deeply and let his mouth fall open.
"W-why the hell are ya sittin' on me?" Grimmjow growled, trying to cover up the fact that he was loving every minute of this.
Ichigo blinked and cocked his head to the side to show that other man that he was confused.
"Am I not allowed to sit on you?"
"I'd rather you not."
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so!"
"But..."
Grimmjow's anger was now brimming at a dangerous level, and if he didn't calm down soon, he would most certainly do something he would regret. Grimmjow's eye twitched in annoyance.
"Stop asking so many damn questions."
Grimmjow turned his head away, and chose to stare at the other steps below them. Ichigo smiled as he noticed the light dusting of a blush on the other man's cheeks.
"Hey Grimm..." The bluenette's mind almost turned to mush as he heard his sweet nickname spill from the Berry's lips.
"Yah?" Grimmjow's expression didn't waver as he moved so he could face ichigo once again.
Why am I so nervous? Grimmjow's mind was working in overdrive now.
All of this was just too weird, it was almost like Ichigo had this all planned out. The younger teen started to pout cutely, sticking his bottom lip out and widening his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
Still the pout continued.
"Ichigo, stop!" Grimmjow's heart was racing, he could practically feel his blood pumping furiously though his veins.
"Ichigo! You're being too adorable...this is going to end badly if you don't stop right now." Grimmjow gasped at he watched a wicked smirk cross Ichigo's face. Oh no! What had he just done! That was so stupid, he had just admitted to thinking Ichigo was adorable! Admitted! He had to fix this, and fast.
"U-Uhm...Ichi-"
"You think I'm adorable?"
Grimmjow sputtered. Everything could have been all good and dandy if he had just kept his big mouth shut! Now whatever friendship the two assassins had, was over. Crashed, burned, and now tumbling down a cliff into a fuckin' deep ass lake. Grimmjow was dissapointed in himself.
Ichigo leaned forward, and put his lips next to the older man's ear causing Grimmjow's face to flare up with a blush once again.
"I don't think you're adorable Grimmjow. I think you're fuckin' hot as hell." The orange-headed teen whispered as huskily and as sexily as he could. Grimmjow shivered from his toes all the way up to the tip of his head, and almost released a pent up groan. Almost.
"Shit."
Ending A/N's:
None really. Sorry it's short. Its got deux parts. Oh, and i really hate this chapter. like super bad.
Random Fact: Eh, I really hated working.
Well anyways, thanks for reading. I would appreiciate it greatly if you dropped a review while you were here.
Deuces up,
Ashley.