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I stared at the pale man standing in front of Grimmjow with curiosity. The only thing I actually knew about the guy was that he was pale and that he somehow knew Grimmjow and that wasn't much to go on. I don't know about you, but I don't really judge people by who they hang out with. Especially when they hang out with someone like Grimmjow.

"So Shirosaki-san, why are you here? If you don't mind me asking." I see him lift up his head and look at me. He smirks but looks back a Grimmjow with a smug expression. Shirosaki then points his thumb at me as he talks with Grimmjow. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it talking more like gloating.

"Ya' hear that, Grimm-Grimm-Kitty-Kitty-chan? Ichi here just called me Shirosaki-san, like I'm some kind of big shot. He's got some manners." I feel myself twitch with each word that comes out of his mouth. Heh maybe I should start judging people by who they hang out with, he's almost as bad as Grimmjow.

"First off, if you ever call me that again, I'll rip your balls off and wear them as a necklace. Secondly, don't get your hopes up Whitey. He's just being polite." Grimmjow told him as ran his hand through his wildly styled blue hair.

"Oh yeah? If he's being so polite, what does he call you?"

"Not that I'm bragging or anything but he has agreed to call me Grimmjow-sama."

"Actually, I only agreed to that because you agreed to pay me an extra thousand dollars." I said out loud. I don't think either one of them heard me because they continued to argue despite what I had just said.

"Sama, huh? You probably tricked him into calling you that anyway."

"I did nothing of the sort!"

"Yes you did…" I mumble. They argued some more, each argument getting louder than the last. They were complete idiots. I couldn't tell the difference between two monkeys. Scratch that, I shouldn't have said that at all, it's an insult to the monkeys.

"You guys are really having an argument about suffixes? That's just stupid. Anyway, can you just answer my question Shirosaki-san?" I ask. Shirosaki immediately stops his arguing with Grimmjow and rushes to my side and grabs my hand, bringing it up to meet his lips.

"Ah you don't have to call me Shirosaki-san. Just call me Shiro for short."

"If you had intensions telling me to call you Shiro, why did you start this whole argument with Grimmjow!?" He giggles.

"Cos' it's seriously fun to mess with Grimmjow. I figured you of all people could figure that out." I groan. I guess he had a point about the Grimmjow thing but it was also one of the stupidest things I had ever heard. I pull my hand away from his lips.

"Uh right. Now about the question."

"Oh that! I was here for an interview with one of the reporters that works here. Her names Menoly. But you wouldn't exactly call fucking her over her own desk an interview, would you?" I felt my face heat up. He really didn't have to tell me that. The worst part about it though; he didn't even seem bothered about that fact he was telling me about his sexual activities. He then pokes my forehead.

"You look cute blushing like that."

"The fuck!? I am most certainly not cute. Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. But Ichigo Kurosaki ain't either one of those things so you can get all those thoughts outta your head right now!"

"Calm down Ichigo. If anything being called cute is a compliment coming from someone like this guy." Grimmjow says to me.

"Heh, you're one to talk." I tell him furiously.

"And how many times have I told you not to fuck my employee's? They're reporters not your personal cum dumpsters." Shiro threw his hands behind his head and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. You should tell her not to make false accusations, then I wouldn't have to take matters into my own hands." Grimmjow raised a perfectly blue eyebrow.

"What do you mean accusations?"

"Menoly, her sister Loly, and her other flunky reporters have been pestering around saying that I was supposed to star in Uryuu Ishida's new movie as the leading male. I don't even know where the hell they got information like that. They don't know shit about me, the little cunts. If they did, they'd know Uryuu hates me with a passion."

"Those little- I thought I told them not to make shit up!" Grimmjow said as he angrily dialed numbers on his office phone.

"Ulquiorra! You call Menoly and Loly up here right now! I don't care if their out at the moment, bring them back in!" That's all he said before hanging up the phone. I couldn't help but tease him a little. I mean, he did say they got nothing but facts here.

"I thought you said that you got nothing but the truth from celebrities themselves. Ha Ha!" He didn't say much, but he did shoot me a glare from his spot at his desk. Even though Grimmjow wasn't intimidating me I decided to change the subject.

"So Shiro, you're an actor then?"

"Hmm? Nah, I'm a model. I mostly do posters for famous brand names; like recently I did a poster for Muramasa. It was nothing major, just me wearing a pair of his jeans. But there are a few occasions where I do commercials too, just to switch it up, ya' know?" I thought about it for a while before an image came into my head.

"Now that you mention it, I do remember you being in a commercial I saw recently. It was for cologne, right? I think it's called Immortal by Jin Kariya."

"That's the very one. I'm so glad you've seen it." Shiro says as placed booth of his hands on the side of his face and blushes playfully. This guy was a tad bit into his self.

"Uh yeah. Don't flatter yourself, I only seen the commercial because I was up late one night studying. I took a break and decided to watch some T.V. and it just popped up. I was going to change it but your unique look caught me off guard. It's not every day you see an albino in a commercial for something so famous. And not only that, my friend Shinji loves that stuff. It's the only cologne he owns, the rest of its perfume. So if I hadn't have seen it that night, I probably would have seen from Shinji at some point." I tell the albino. He seems to have taken what I said to heart. It wasn't meant to be hurtful, not this time anyway.

"Wow, you sure know how to deflate a guys' ego." He said as he chuckled lowly.

"Serves you right for gloating so much. I told you no one cared about that stupid commercial." Grimmjow said as he kicks his feet up on his desk.

"Well if you must know Grimmjow, I didn't intend for what I said to be an insult. I was just being honest. Sorry if that hurt your feelings Shiro." Shiro instantly brightens up.

"It's okay Ichi. See Grimmjow, he wasn't just being polite. He has manners."

"Oh yeah. He's got as much manners as Nnoitra at a fancy restaurant." Grimmjow said with sarcasm. Shiro laughs at what Grimmjow says but I'm out of the loop. I have no idea who this Nnoitra person was.

"Look, I'd appreciate it if you didn't compare me to people I don't know. And you, stop calling me Ichi. I haven't known you for more than an hour and you're already calling me nicknames. If I don't give you permission to call me that, then don't call me Ichi." I state calmly. Shiro's eyes droop a little and his eyes start to water. And to add insult to injury, he started sniffling. He sniffled for God's sake!

"Oh I see. I won't call you that anymore if that's what you want." I immediately cringe at the sound of his voice. The look he was giving me was just too damn cute. I couldn't take it. The look reminded me of a lost puppy or Yuzu when I tell her I won't be eating dinner. Having two little sisters really softens you up. I sigh and finally give in to Shiro's pouting and sniffling.

"Okay, okay. Stop with the watery eyes and shit. It's making me feel bad. You can call me Ichi or whatever, just promise me you'll never make that face again." I say sternly. Shiro looks up at me and crushes me in a tight hug.

"Yay! I'm so glad you decided to change your mind, Ichi." He says as he whispers in my ear. I shiver and feel a blush creep onto my face. I make sure to push him away from me quickly. He then grips his stomach and drops to the ground laughing. I frown at him.

"Holy crap! You're just as fun to mess with as Grimm! That settles it; I'm coming here every day from now on just to fuck with you guys."

"Oh please don't. I already have a match with Grimmjow this week. Don't make it two. Unless you want one?..."

"Only if that match is at my house in my bedroom." He tells me seductively. I knew he was joking with me but I still had to fight the blush that threatened to come back up.

"I didn't think someone could be just as bad as Grimmjow. It seems I was wrong." Shiro finally quieted down from his laughing fit and sat on the floor. But in comes Grimmjow to fuck up the silence.

"So if all it took was a few fake tears to persuade you to let Whitey call you Ichi, how would full blown tear affect you?" I hear Grimmjow say to himself or me. I wasn't really sure so I just ignored him as I continued to read the magazine from earlier. I tried to concentrate on the magazine I was reading but a 'thud' got me out of my concentration. Shiro and I look in the direction of where the noise had come from but saw nothing but Grimmjow at his desk. But his eyes were watery and he was holding his forehead, like he had…hit it. Did this idiot hit his head on the desk on purpose just to make himself cry?

"Ow! Oh dear I'm crying. But if you let me take you out on a date, I'll stop." Shiro and my face remain blank as Grimmjow removes his hands from his forehead, revealing a large red mark. Shiro speaks comments before I could.

"That's just plain…"

"Pathetic." I finish the sentence Shiro started. Grimmjow shrugged his shoulders and smirked at me.

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I could've asked you to let me fuck you but somehow I think you would've said no as well." I rolled up the magazine and slapped Grimmjow in the face with it in a back and forth motion.

"Get your mind outta the freakin' gutter!" I screech.

"Yeah, that's kind dumb even for you. Everybody knows you can't satisfy a man or a woman." Shiro says. I guess insulting Grimmjow's sex game is more insulting than calling him an idiot or pervert. I'll keep that in mind. I watch as Grimmjow's expression turns from normal to downright pissed. It was a pretty funny sight, really.

"What fuck did you just say?"

"You heard me Grimm-kitten. I said you wouldn't be able to satisfy a man or Ichigo, if you want to be specific." Shiro said as he gripped my hips lightly, pulling me towards him. Any amount of fun I was having was thrown out the window when my name was mentioned.

"We'll see about that." Grimmjow said as he grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me towards his lips. I didn't really have time to react as he kissed me. I could hear Shiro growling behind me. Shiro then started to grind against me. And I had had enough. I bit Grimmjow's tongue causing him to hiss in pain, then punched him in the gut. I leaned back and head butted Shiro, elbowed him in the gut and twisted his wrist. I pulled both men eye level with me and made myself clear.

"Now you listen to me you shit tards. Don't you ever try and take advantage of me. Because the next time your hands wonder below this equator…" I say as I point to my belt. "You're going to die a slow and very excruciatingly painful death. Now do I make myself clear?" I ask lowly. I heard both men gulp as they nod their heads.

"Good." I tell them as I let go of Grimmjow's hair and Shiro's wrist. I then turned around when heard the sound of clapping. There was a man standing in the door way. He could be considered attractive. Actually, he was extremely attractive. He had soft looking brown hair, an even completion, and a wonderfully deep voice. The only thing that leads me to be wary of the guy was his eyes. Although they were open, it was like looking in a black hole; an endless deep, dark black hole. His eyes were empty. Empty and dark. They held no emotion.

"As much as I enjoyed the little show you just performed, I would appreciate it if you didn't end my business partner's life. He's much too valuable. I originally came up here to tell you that meeting has started but now that I see why you were late, I'll allow it." The mysterious man said as he smirked at me. I looked down at myself and I blushed with embarrassment. I could see how this looks… wrong. Two worn out men, panting, bent over in all sorts of different ways. Almost like we just had…

"It's not like that at all!" I exclaim to the man. He chuckles at me. I flush again with embarrassment. I lean closer the Grimmjow, who I just noticed was as quiet as a church mouse. His expression seemed blank as well.

"Hey, Grimmjow. Who is this creep anyway?" I ask not breaking eye contact with the strange man.

"That is Sosuke Aizen, owner of The Hueco Mundo Newspaper. And as of late my business partner." Grimmjow says with distaste. Oh yeah this guy had to be a creep to get Grimmjow and Shiro to shut up for more than 5 seconds. This guy is already a pain in my ass.

Ah it pains me to call my dear Sosuke Aizen a creep, but for the FF I must! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading, Bye-Bye!