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Ichigo brought the bluenette to the clinic next to his house after the accident. The blue haired man was cut and bruised but those weren't anywhere near what the real damage was. He had internal injuries from hitting the ground and slamming into the staircase's side. Somehow his smaller exterior injuries had healed impossibly quickly, even before he got to the clinic, but the wound from dragging and the interior ones remained.
Ichigo was currently picking up medicines that needed replacing. He was just getting back from his trip and was putting them away on the shelves of the storage cabinet. He gently placed each medicine in their proper positions and soon left to take care of their strange, blue haired patient.
Crash! Ichigo heard from across the hall he was heading through. He sped across the hallway to check up on his valuable patient. He skidded to a stop at the entrance to the door and paused. A look of shock plastered onto his face.
He saw, first, that all of the equipment was scattered across the floor, a mess that he'd have to clean later, and second, the blue haired male bent over the fish tank, his arm suspended in the air above the tank, and his hand dangling loosely over the water. He watched, gawking, as the male's arm blurred and the water splashed. He vaguely saw the man's mouth open as a golden blur shot out from the man's now un-submerged hand into his mouth. Ichigo couldn't comprehend what had just occurred until he saw his prized goldfish gone and the blue haired man swallow.
He didn't know how to respond. It's not every day that a patient eats your favourite goldfish. He just stood there, mouth agape, watching the man. "What?" the blue haired man asked, as if nothing was strange with his actions. The man grinned at Ichigo's expression, a lecherous glint in his eye as he looked at his facial features. The grin disappeared, though, when the man looked at his scrubs, a loathing glint replacing the old one.
Then the man turned around and stepped toward the window. Ichigo hurried forwards and grabbed a corded arm. The man stopped and turned to look at him, cyan eyes almost magically powerful, and Ichigo pulled him toward the bed.
Strangely, the man followed his arm for a short time before he grabbed the pillow on the bed and roughly threw it to the ground. Ichigo reactively gasped and stepped back, thinking that the man might be about to rampage–he definitely looked the type–but the man instead threw his body to the floor and curled up, in an unbelievably flexible position, around the pillow. He already looked peaceful, and surprisingly cat like.
Ichigo decided that he'd had enough weirdness, and turned to leave the room, before a thought stopped him in his tracks. He turned back around in the direction of the man and decided to snatch a little bit of eye candy. He looked the man up and down and everywhere his position would allow. Then he sat on his knees silently and his mind decided to move his body how it wanted him to.
•••
Grimmjow was curled up on the floor with the pillow, obviously pretending to be asleep, when he felt the orangehead's eyes on him. He did not like that. He was just about to stand up and slap some sense into him until he felt something touch him. The orangette's hand was on him, on his hair above his forehead. He felt the fingers dip into his azure roots and gently slide through his hair to his ear. He felt the nails scratch softly and he unconsciously purred at the delicious contact.
The fingers flinched slightly at the unexpected noise, but continued their escapade. They moved down to swirl with blue locks; then ventured to youthful, golden skin. He soothingly rubbed the back of the neck and then slid his fingers into the space between the contrasting pale gown and deep, glowing skin. Grimmjow realized the change in mood and began to moan lightly when his hands began sliding down gently. Each touch shocked like electricity through his system and communicated to his brain in such positive waves that, if he weren't in a sleeping position, would've caused him to lose control.
Just as he was settling into the mood, however, the two boys heard the door creak ever so slightly. Both boys jumped, startled at the intrusion and snapped their heads to the door. Ichigo widened his eyes while Grimmjow continued to pretend he was asleep, eye slit open just barely to peek at the intruder. With a puzzled expression, an older doctor looked at the men. It didn't look too strange; in fact, it looked as if the orangehead was picking him up and slipped underneath his gown on accident. But Isshin, according to his name tag, held a look in his eyes that made it obvious to the men that the older doctor knew exactly what was about to happen.
Grimmjow thought about pondering about why the doctor might know about those kinds of activities, but then remembered that he hated to think about things and instead closed his eyes fully and fell into an actual sleep.
•••
Ichigo stared wide eyed at his father, Isshin, for quite some time before he realized that it had been too long since he'd blinked or taken a breath. After he assessed the situation, he heard the blue haired man's quiet, calmed breaths, and stood up after removing his arm from the warm landscape of precious skin. He walked out the door wordlessly and paid no mind to Isshin's silent but understanding tone.
Truthfully, Ichigo didn't care at the moment that his father was being understanding and even humorous about the situation. His ears couldn't hear any of his father's words because he was still shocked. Shocked at what he was just about to do to the unknown blue haired man. He knew he was gay, he'd known for years, but he hadn't ever reacted to someone like that. For God's sakes he still didn't know his name yet!
He walked quickly to his room, mind a mess, and fell onto his bed to collect and organize his thoughts.
•••
When Nnoitra arrived at his house, he didn't notice anything out of place; well actually, he didn't really have the ability to notice anything. He staggered to the staircase and slowly dragged himself along. He only just began to realize what was happening. He honestly had no idea what had occurred before he found himself at an abandoned wear house around a half hour ago. He knew, and definitely felt the brain numbing effects of the drugs, but he found that they felt different from what he'd expected. His friends had described it much differently. It felt almost as if he'd fallen asleep after the second inhalation. He knew that he hadn't fallen asleep, though, because he felt tired in his muscles. He'd been doing something; he didn't know what, that was very tiring.
He slid on his stomach on the tiles above the staircase to his room to the left and stopped once he was fully enveloped by his room and fell asleep, not realizing Grimmjow's absence.
•••
"The subjects are falling for all of your traps, sir, just like expected," Tousen told the shaded figure. In one of the darkest buildings in town, the wind whistled through cracks in the broken down walls. Wood on all sides creaked and moaned with the strained effort of staying erect during the windy season. Small amounts of moonlight poured in from the torn ceiling only to be overpowered by a dimmed yellow lamp that hung loosely from the centre of the roof. A lone chair stood under the lamp on the one area not covered with matted hay, and in it laid a shaded figure, neat, brown hair reflected the dimmed light. Tousen and Cirucci stood around the straight-postured man in the lone chair.
"And what news do we have from you, Cirucci?" the man in the chair asked, a sly, darkened tone in his voice.
"Wonderful news! Tha' ladder guy is doing' everything we say just like tha others," she said joyfully. The man in the chair nodded and grinned although it was unseen in the shade of the dimmed light. His hands moved from his lap to slide his fingers together in the air. His elbows rested on his legs as he bent over slightly and rested his head on his hands.
He held this calculating pose for a short while before straightening up and said, "Very well done, we will commence operations, then." He unwrapped his fingers and let one hand land to his lap as the other hand waved the two away, to the outside of the abandoned wear house where they would follow his commands. "Oh, she will pay," he mused, "she will definitely pay."
•••
Grimmjow awoke when some tiny, female human tripped over him. Instead of being angry, he actually thought it was humorous. Oh, it was funny, he thought. Grimmjow, a mere two minutes later, was still fighting to contain his laughter from the incident. She came in to bring him breakfast, apparently, and didn't know that he was still curled up underneath the bed.
When her foot hitched underneath him it didn't hurt, of course, because she was small. She was very petite, incredibly lightweight, but looked sporty. She had short black hair and, due to the accident, she had food splattered across black and purple pajamas. She was glaring at Grimmjow, noticeably not understanding the humor of the situation.
After a couple more minutes, the orange haired boy came to the door, wondering why there was such loud, rumbling laughter. Grimmjow had almost calmed down by the time the orangette reached the door but oil was put on flames when he saw the orangehead's expression.
"Ichigo, tell me that he's on the floor next time! I swear, he was EXACTLY where I was walking to the bed! I bet he tripped me on purpose!" the girl whined. Ichigo shook his head, confusion twisting his features.
"You slept there for that long? What are you, a pet? Now, Karin, I had no idea that he was still there, any normal human would've moved by now," Ichigo lectured. But I'm no normal human, he thought to himself and tilted his full lips to be slightly malicious. Karin mumbled to herself as she stood, dusted off her pajama bottoms and stomped out of the room. "And besides," Ichigo continued, "I think you've had enough breakfast." Ichigo glanced at the fish tank and then glared playfully at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow returned his glare, now fully recovered from his laughter fit, and prepared to stand. He glanced quickly at the clock and then redirected hit it the orange haired boy. "Shouldn't kids like you be in school by now?" He stood to his full height and grinned at Ichigo. Ichigo looked to the clock and stuttered out a few things before he sprinted down the hallway from where he came previously.
Grimmjow walked to the doorway, looked both ways, and slyly made his way to the freedom of the outside. He knew where the place he was going to was from there. He wasn't going to go to school today, not enough time to get ready–he didn't want to–and he needed to get to his job sooner or later; today wasn't a break day.
He actually enjoyed his job. As long as he wasn't a victim, he was perfectly fine with working there. It always depended on which job he would get, though. He worked for a large gang. Not an unruly, trash dump of a gang; they generally were decently civil. He worked in the punishing and guarding branch, called the Brutes. There were five branches, the Boss, Hoes, Brutes, Dealers, and Docs.
The titles are pretty self-explanatory, but in case you need an explanation, here it is. The Boss is the branch of three central leaders. The Hoes, quite literally, were whores–male and female–that generally were guarded by a Brute. The Brutes are large, muscular individuals that guard each of the other branches and punish any customers that get out of hand. The Dealers simply sold the variety of drugs that the Boss offered. The Docs were doctors and surgeons that took care of the injured gang members and created new drugs and medicines that were tested on who knows what. Each branch had smaller branches off of it but they all had obvious names. The branches built up the large gang and secured their foundation as the top of Karakura and many areas surrounding it.
He was almost proud to be a part of something so big, although it was illegal so he couldn't tell any of his friends or family and had to do all of the activities in secret.
He walked along the gray cement casually in the beautiful morning light. Bright green plants grew between the cracks of the sidewalk nearest the grass. The plants were Dewey and exited in the soft lighting on the right side of the sidewalk and a large minivan roared its way past Grimmjow. A slight breeze brushed blue locks toward the light.
A tall building rose out amongst others, the shade of a corner catching Grimmjow's foot. He hadn't even realized that he was still in the gown, and supposed that he might look strange, but he would get a new set of clothes when he got in for work anyway. The shadowed building neared, and Grimmjow reached his hand within his gown, in the direction of a thickly muscled abdomen. He touched cool metal at his navel and unlocked the piercing to get a miniature key. He took the key out as the door came into view and he stopped at the entrance, once again looking both ways to avoid potential harm before placing the small key within the lock.
•••
Ichigo was in so much a hurry that he didn't realize the blue haired patient was not going to school until he arrived there. Now lunch, Ichigo wondered where he was. He knew he went to this school because he'd seen him on many occasions. He didn't know his name or much about him, though, because he was in a different grade, class, and group of friends. The blue haired man was older than him and in the senior classes, so he didn't have much of a connection to him. He wanted to find him because his sister, Yuzu, had told him that she saw him walking out the front door while she was cooking another breakfast. He knew that the patient was out and about, and his family hadn't cleared him to leave yet.
He finished his search, unsuccessful, and walked to his group of friends by the shading tree. His regular friends were all there as usual. He unpacked his lunch and sat down next to Renji and Tatsuki, and turned his head as he spoke, "By chance, do you know where that blue senior went? He ran away from our clinic before we said he could go."
"Seriously? I've been lookin' fer him too. He said he would meet you guys today," Renji responded.
"Wait, you know him? How's that?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah, he's in my last classes every day. I told him he should meet us. He said he could today, and then the jerk just disappeared," Renji told.
Ichigo nodded in understanding. Then he thought for a bit and asked, "Hey, what's his name?"
"Grimmjow something," he responded and they both turned to enjoy their sandwiches. Hmm, Grimmjow, Ichigo thought.
His group of friends stayed abnormally quiet for a few minutes and it led to Ichigo getting lost in his thoughts for a short while. He thought about his job. Not the medical job at the clinic, but his secret job, the one he just couldn't manage to do right. Matsumoto hadn't been the first person like that. He'd been kicked out of many of those jobs for many reasons, his unwillingness to cooperate with certain commands, his shyness, his reputation. He just couldn't manage to do it correctly. Well, if you're semi-shy in this business, in fact, if you are even the slightest bit shy, you were not meant for it. He'd though he would get better, but it hasn't worked. It's a tough life being one of the Hoes' branch.
•••
Grimmjow walked down the dark, neon-lighted hallway. This hallway seemed alike to an arcade, with light blue neon that faded into indigo lining the edges and corners of the room. It was a short hallway, immediately after the door, but it held importance.
He turned his upper body to his right to an angular crevice in the wall and picked out a decent pair of boxers and a teal undershirt, then turned to the left to grab a pristine suit from the choices presented. He took a few steps forwards and looked to the wall of ties on the right wall. This was the most important part of his outfit, because it held meaning. The Boss didn't have different levels for different branches, but instead made your clothing be a symbol of your status. The suits, underwear and undershirt were based on the person's opinion, but the tie showed where stood.
On the right side were the Brutes' and Docs' ties. The main coloring showed the branch, and the trim distinguished the sub-branch. Grimmjow's was a deep, chestnut red with a handsome navy blue trim on the silky fabric. His colors showed that he was a Brute branch member in the Versatile sub branch, or in other words, a Brute Versatile. The Versatiles could do both jobs in the Brute sector, protecting and punishing. The red over green were Brute Saviors–protectors– and red over yellow were Brute Sanctions–punishes. The base colors for the others are: Boss are black, Hoes are orange, Docs are purple, and Dealers are green. All ties are pristine and made from an expensive, silk-like material.
Grimmjow didn't usually like the tight fitting outfits that they gave their members, but today he was going to a meeting where that wouldn't be a problem. At the meetings in this area, you need to give further proof of your ranking. Every member has an object on them that always is worn to show their status, and at meetings, it is demanded that it must be shown. His was on his navel, of course, so he could open his coat and shirt during the meeting. He might even be able to take off all upper body clothing if he could convince them.
He walked further down the hall, to the door at the end, and finished incorporating his tie. He walked through the door and headed to his office.
•••
The trees ruffled slightly and bright sunlight reflected off of the deep green leaves. The girls' hair rustled and the boys laughed together at the previous joke.
"Haha, Renji, you're so funny!" Inoue exclaimed. They all calmed down after a while and then continued conversing within their own groups.
"Man, that one's always great, that shy guy with the huge backpack told me that one during PE," Renji said.
"Hanataro? He has the greatest jokes but he's not good at the delivery, you're the pro at that," Ichigo said, smile on his features. They were walking home from school. Renji would normally walk with Grimmjow, but he was nowhere to be found. So Renji found us after a while and we were enjoying it quite a bit.
The girls and Ishida separated from the group, going the direction of their homes. The rest of the group walked in silence for a bit, no conversation spouting randomly just yet. Before they realized it, Chad crossed the street away from Renji and Ichigo and they were left alone.
"Hm, I usually take the scenic route to home, so I don't get ta see these houses often," Renji pondered. Ichigo nodded joyfully."By the way, what were you thinking about earlier, I saw that ya looked sad and your face went a bit white?"
Ichigo's eyes slightly tilted his eyes more open in surprise. "Oh, a-ah nothing," Ichigo stuttered.
"You haven't been my friend for so long for nothin', I know there's something up, and I'm gonna find out," Renji said seriously.
"No really it's noth-waah!" a very surprised Ichigo said as a dizzy tree of a man stumbled on top of him. Renji looked over and helped to support the diagonal man. The man stood upright again and walked, zombie-like across the sidewalk. They stared at the man until he disappeared from sight, then they walked home quietly.
•••
Grimmjow was exiting the conference room, now containing the knowledge of his jobs for the week. Today, he was protecting. Not his favourite job, but he had the ability to do it. Apparently this was one of the Hoes that didn't do anything right but stayed in the working business because they were too tricky or too nice to be fired yet. At least he had a punishing job tomorrow, that would brighten up his week.
He reluctantly buttoned up his shirt and suit as he walked out the door to his new job. He knew where he was going, because a lot of Hoes decided to try this kind of setting for customers. He even knew the best lookout platform. A place where he could see them clearly and not intervene with his partner's work.
He grinned as he left, clicking the door shut and walked calmly to the best club in town, Las Noches.
•••
After Ichigo checked the mail he realized his life was in danger. The Boss gave him a warning notice way too unexpectedly. Well, it seems that He only has one more chance, after today, to make up for his bad reputation. This means that he would have to give a customer a mind-blowing experience by tomorrow or he would be wiped from the face of the Earth. It was easily understood that he was in a bad situation and due to his limited timing; he would be treated like the rest of the people in his branch, by receiving a Brute for both of those days.
He used to receive Brutes every day, but after his incompetence was known, he stopped receiving protection. He only stayed in the gang because he was so nice that he could convince them to keep him. He would always say, "I'll do better next time, I promise," and they would accept that as an excuse because he sounded honest. He was honest though, and got better each time, but he couldn't improve enough each time. Now his time was limited, he needed to do his best for the next couple of days.
He didn't work at a gang because he liked it. It was honestly because he needed the money to survive. His parents bought him whatever he needed, but one day he realized that this was not supposed to be the case. His family was too nice; they would give and never receive. Ichigo, at the age of fourteen, noticed that his parents were stressed out. He searched for what was causing the trouble and found that he was the root of the problem. His parents couldn't pay for the house and clinic because they bought everything for their children and patients. Ichigo decided to pay them back, so he took the job from Shinji, some guy in his class.
He had been getting paid, even with his bad reputation, by the gang itself. He paid his parents' bills and his parents accepted their silent savior. He never told them about his paying the bills, nor about his job, but it made him much happier to know that his house was on safe ground.
He didn't particularly enjoy his job, because he usually only was able to serve women; his interests were otherwise. He hasn't been protected by a Brute in a long while, so he needed to readjust to that, not that it was going to be hard. The Brute usually tries to hide from the customer being serviced. He just needed to meet the Brute and get on with his job.
He sighed; he needed to get to his job now, and began to walk down the street to where his job would be taking place. His house, due to the clinic, was near the main centre of the city, so going to most places were just a short walk. He loved that; he didn't need to drive anywhere. He brightened his mood and straightened up in front of the building that had appeared so quickly that he'd almost missed it.
He pushed open the door mostly and then paused as somebody grunted for attention next to him. "You the Hoe?" a deep baritone rumbled.
"A-ah, yeah, I'm the H-" his eyes went wide and he blanched as he was met face to face with angular features, sun-kissed skin, and an unruly, blue mane.
Not surprisingly, Grimmjow looked just as unexpected of Ichigo being there as Ichigo was of him. "Hm, then I guess we should get started," said Grimmjow, ready to move on from the moment faster than Ichigo. Grimmjow replaced Ichigo's hands on the door and went inside before Ichigo followed.
Probably going to be some good stuff happening next chapter. Smut coming up. Thank all of you again!