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Chapter 14

Ichigo felt uneasy. He hadn't talked to Toshiro since he left yesterday. Normally this wouldn't bother him but today he just couldn't shake this feeling. If he thought about it, the uneasiness had started yesterday when Toshiro told him about the new client. Nothing was sitting well with him.

Ichigo made it the whole day with his feeling before he broke down. Once his last class was over, Ichigo pulled out his phone. Knowing Toshiro never answered his cell phone, Ichigo called his office. The endless ringing did nothing to stop Ichigo's nerves.

"Hitsugaya Detective Agency, how can I help you?" Rangiku's voice answered in his ear.

"Hey Rangiku, is Toshiro there?" Ichigo asked. Even he could hear the anxiousness in his voice.

"Oh! Hi Ichigo! How are you?" Ichigo tried to interrupt her but she continued talking. "How's your relationship with Toshiro? I try to get information out of him, but you know how he is. He's so tight lipped that-"

Ichigo snapped. "RANGIKU!" He yelled into the phone and the talkative woman immediately stopped. "Is Toshiro there?" He asked forcibly.

"No, he well he just left for a meeting at Hueco Mundo with a client." Rangiku gave a weak reply, shook up from Ichigo yelling. Ichigo felt slightly relieved at the mention of the public place, but he couldn't stop himself from asking one last question.

"Who is the client?" He inquired instinctively.

"Someone named Grimmjow." Ichigo froze. He could almost feel the world closing in on him. He couldn't hear anything nor see anything. He didn't feel the phone slide from his hand and clatter on the floor. Even Rangiku's questioning voice was drowned out. For that split second nothing existed but his panic and fear.

Ichigo ran.

Toshiro made his way to the club. Glancing at his watch he saw he still had a good twenty minutes to his meeting. He decided to slow his pace a bit as he was a block or two away. The client was going to meet him by the bar, not that Toshiro was worried about it. On a weekday the club was never too busy, but it was just public enough that Toshiro felt comfortable there.

When Toshiro arrived in eyeshot of the club he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Knowing not to go against his instincts, Toshiro glanced around. Across the street a couple was holding hands and laughing. Down a little further he could see a group of girls going into the club. He didn't see anything that looked suspicious, but he kept his guard up.

Then, just as he was passing the last alley before the club he heard a voice behind him. "Hello Toshiro." He froze. Turning around he saw a man leaning against the brick wall. Toshiro had never met the man but he recognized him. It was Shiro.

He could almost smack himself for his stupidity. Of course the Grimmjow on the phone was that Grimmjow. "Shirosaki." Toshiro replied, his uneasiness rising. His mind was running through his options, most likely because of the adrenaline. He didn't have his phone and the alley was just secluded enough that people wouldn't see anything amiss. Yelling for help was an option, but the thought was cut off by Shiro speaking.

"Now now." The albino chastised. "We're just here to," He paused, looking behind Toshiro. Toshiro he could hear footsteps approaching and for a second he held out hope it was help. The hope, however was in vain. Once the man came into Toshiro's peripheral vision he saw the blue hair. So this was Grimmjow. "Talk." Shiro finished.

"I somehow doubt that." Toshiro replied. For the first time he saw the gold eyes of the man who haunted Ichigo so much. The man almost looked evil. His mouth retained a sadistic grin and his eyes gleamed maliciously. Grimmjow looked much the same but he seemed more restrained than Shiro. He looked like a trained attack dog and Shiro held the leash.

If possible Shiro's expression turned more dangerous. "That depends on your definition of the word talk." Toshiro watched as the man silently signaled Grimmjow. He saw the fist aiming at his head but he could do nothing to stop it. He almost didn't even register the hit until he felt himself falling. As the ground came up to meet him, black spots swirled around his vision. Toshiro gasped in pain, his head and face throbbing.

Suddenly Toshiro registered a weight on top of him. Once his vision cleared, it was dominated by white. Shiro was kneeling on top of him. "You see Toshiro," As he was speaking, Shiro's ghostly hand came up to Toshiro's face. "You have something that belongs to me." At the last word the hand slammed down on the throbbing area of Toshiro's face. Toshiro cried out in pain. That sadistic grin widened. The pale hand turned almost claw-like and nails ran down Toshiro's cheek. The small man felt the pain skin splitting. "Ichigo is mine." The voice came out as a hiss. "I don't take well to people who try to claim what's mine." The nails kept digging into the already made gouges. Toshiro's eyes watered in pain and cried out again. "People have tried to be a part of my King's life before. The only option," The nails paused for a second before they shot deeper in Toshiro's cheek. "Is to kill them." The metallic eyes flashed.

"His family." Toshiro managed to gasp out. The bloodied nails paused, lifting away.

"Yes." Between that sadistic smile a tongue shot out. It licked the blood from his hand like a cat with cream. "His family. Those two bitches were trying to worm their way into my King's life! They wanted to take him from me! ME! GOD!" The albino laughed, like it was the most preposterous thing he had ever heard.

"But it didn't work. Ichigo left you anyway." Shiro froze on top of Toshiro, the laugh ending as if it never was. Gold eyes clashed with teal. Toshiro immediately regretted saying anything. This man was already psychologically damaged; he didn't need to be driven over the edge. But the albino continued as if his prey hadn't spoken.

"Although I do see now that I should have punished my pet differently." The hand returned to Toshiro's face, caressing the gouges. "Simply killing them was much too easy on my pet. I need to draw out the pain, prolong it for King to understand his wrong." Sea green eyes were overflowing with pain-induced tears. Shiro, however, wasn't done. This time both hands raised up, wrapping around Toshiro's throat. As Toshiro began blacking out from lack of oxygen, he dimly heard the other man speak. "Make sure to pass a message to my King. If he doesn't come back to me, I will slowly and painfully kill YOU."

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