Hello again! A new chapter so soon! I know! It's shocking!
This is kinda short though, basically it's an answer to the cliffhanger and a little something to add tension.
Anyways, enjoy!
"Oh by the way there's a call for you. The new client I believe. Guy named Grimmjow." Rangiku told him. Toshiro paused for a second. That name was the same as Ichigo's recollection last night. Could it be the same guy? Toshiro brushed that thought away, Ichigo told him the past was gone. The gang wasn't even close to here, nor was Ichigo's hometown. It didn't seem possible it would be the same guy.
Toshiro sat in his comfortable office chair. Once he was settled in he pressed the answer button. "Toshiro Hitsugaya here." He simply stated in his emotionless business voice.
"Yes. My name's Grimmjow and I'm calling to check on my appointment for tomorrow." Toshiro flipped through his planner, finding the correct date.
"I have in for tomorrow at six at the Hueco Mundo Club. Is that right?" Toshiro swore if Rangiku screwed up another appointment she was getting a pay cut. The last time the time had been wrong and Toshiro had waited for three extra hours. He hadn't spoken to the redhead for two days after that.
"Yep. Sounds good. See you then." Click. The phone went dead. Great the guy sounds like a jerk, Toshiro thought, this will be a fun client.
"It's set Shiro." Grimmjow said, kneeling in front of him. "Hueco Mundo at six." Shiro licked his lips in anticipation for tomorrow; he could not wait to meet the white haired man. Shiro chuckled a bit at that. Of course his pet had looked for a replacement Shiro; he knew Ichigo couldn't forget him. His pets have and will always belong to him. He looked down at the blue haired pet that was gazing at him, waiting for an order. Shiro grinned, roughly grabbing the back of the man's neck.
"You're such a good servant aren't you Grimmjow?" Shiro murmured. He pulled the man's shirt down to gaze at the multitude of bite scars on his neck and chest. "And who do you belong to Grimmjow?" He asked, his tongue laving a newer mark that was still healing. But Grimmjow didn't answer, angering Shiro. He leaned back some to look at his pet's face. Grimm's eyes were squeezed shut in desire. This would not do, Shiro had asked a question and he expected an answer. Shiro brought his hand up, cracking it against his pet's face. "Answer me pet." He told him, admiring the red welt that appeared.
"You! You Shiro!" He cried out. Shiro caressed the handprint, loving the feel of the extra hot skin. The red skin looked so beautiful against his own pale skin. Eventually the welt faded, leaving Shiro bored once again. Instead he turned to watch the building in front of him. He could see the people in side moving around, most likely practicing. "What is your plan Shiro?" Grimmjow asked eagerness for bloodshed and violence in his voice.
"You don't need to know my plans!" The albino snapped, turning to the other man with malice in his gold eyes. He grabbed the front of the man's shirt, lifting him against the alley wall. "Do not mistake who I am Grimmjow. I am God here. You are my pawn to use as I see fit. I tell you what to do and you follow those orders." He leaned in close to look at the frightened blue eyes. "It is not your place to question me pet." With that, Shiro let the bluette go and he fell to the ground, landing hard, but he knew better than to make a sound. Shiro turned away to look back at the dojo, his mind already back to his King. He heard his pet get up and walk towards him, standing behind him, his head tilted down submissively. This pet learned so well. He misbehaved sometimes and Shiro punished him for it but he always behaved after that. If only his other pet would behave this well. Shiro ran his tongue over his teeth. Oh well, Ichigo will learn this time not to disobey.
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