I was listening to 'Best of You' by Foo Fighters and I swear that song made me want to write this chapter 0.o it's a good song though…

So I'm hoping to finish this story till chapter 13 but let's see. You never know what can happen! Also I'm not very good at sticking to my deadlines and stuff .

Okay, so he hugged Ichigo.

So what? He didn't start it! It was Ichigo who came up and hugged him randomly! And it would have been rude if he had rejected him so he had no choice but to hug him back! So there!

Though it had felt nice…

Grimmjow bit his lower lip to stop himself from smiling. He couldn't have liked it. For God's sake, it was a regular guy hug guy routine. You do something nice for them and they thank you. That's what Ichigo was doing: he was thanking Grimmjow.

Grimmjow groaned and, grabbing a pillow on the couch, shoved his face into it. What the hell is wrong with him? Why can't he stop thinking about that hug? It was just a stupid hug! But his brain kept replaying it like it had a special meaning to it.

'It doesn't!' Grimmjow thought angrily and finally lay the pillow on his lap while he scowled angrily at the wall in front of him. Since Ichigo left that's all he'd been doing anyway. That and sleeping and dreaming about that hug.

It was worse in his mind. Because in your mind you can warp the scenario whichever way your brain desired. Like not half an hour ago he'd been dreaming that Ichigo had not only hugged him but got down on his knee and asked Grimmjow to marry him. That vision really jolted Grimmjow out of a perfectly good nap!

'Stop thinking so much about it!' Grimmjow scolded himself. 'Just yesterday you asked him to leave you alone and now you can't stop thinking about him? Stop being such a bipolar whiner and man up!'

He jumped as he heard the front door close with a soft click! He breathed a sigh of relief as his father appeared in the room and smiled benignly when he saw Grimmjow perched on the couch. The tired man shuffled up to the sofa and plopped down next to him.

'What a day!' Aizen sighed and rested his head back so that he stared up at the ceiling. 'I've only just arrived yet they piled on the work like there was no tomorrow! My brain is going to explode!'

He chuckled softly as he shrugged off his trench coat. Grimmjow folded it up and placed it to one side before scooting up to massage his father's tense shoulders. The man sighed in contentment and patted his son's massaging hands.

'Thank you, mein Sohn,' he murmured. 'Is there any strudel left? I'm starving!'

Nodding, Grimmjow skipped into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a piece of the delicious pastry and placed it on his father's lap, smiling kindly at his tired parent. Aizen inhaled deeply.

'It smells wonderful!' he rumbled.

'It tastes wonderful too! You did a good job, Vater,' Grimmjow added and bounced onto the couch. Aizen turned to beam at him before his face contorted into a frown. He put the plate to one side and shook his head in dismay.

'Grimmjow, your hair is a mess! Didn't you comb it! I did tell you we were going to go out for a movie!' he sighed. 'Fetch me your brush. I'll do it for you.'

Grimmjow rolled his eyes but obeyed, handing the compact brush to Aizen and then sitting down next to him with his back turned, waiting to be groomed like some kind of pet.

Aizen ran the brush gently through his son's hair, all the while running his hand through it simultaneously.

'I've always said you have such nice hair,' he murmured. Grimmjow suddenly realized that he wasn't using a brush anymore and was simply running his hands though his son's hair. But Grimmjow didn't move though his heart was beating frantically again.

Aizen gently wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head. But he didn't stop there. He continued to kiss down till he was kissing Grimmjow's ear lobe, his jaw, his neck, his cheek. He'd also taken to turning him completely around without letting go once. It was like Aizen was afraid Grimmjow would bolt at any given chance. He probably wouldn't. But deep down, Aizen was afraid one day he might.

Grimmjow was now cornered into the edge of the couch, Aizen's torso sandwiched between his legs hence preventing him from moving. Not like he could. At times like this, Grimmjow didn't know whether he had the courage to run or not. Or whether he liked what his father did or not.

Aizen placed both his hands on Grimmjow's face and kissed his forehead. Grimmjow was trembling. Did Aizen even know that? Or was he ignoring it?

Aizen purred in delight as he kissed Grimmjow's chin while kissing his lower lip as well. He pulled away slowly, savoring the feel of those soft young lips. He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss Grimmjow directly on his mouth.

Ding dong!

Aizen frowned and pulled away, gazing down the hall at the door.

'Someone's outside,' he remarked in surprise. Who could it be? After all, it was late night and there was nobody they knew who would want to contact them this late.

'I'll get it,' Grimmjow murmured and fumbled off the couch, trying to ignore the fact that his body was still shaking.

'Hurry,' Aizen exclaimed and got off the couch himself, grabbing the forgotten plate of strudel. 'We'll head out for that movie and dinner then!'

Grimmjow frowned in confusion as he stared out that door into the hall. There was nobody there. How bizarre. He looked about one more time before closing the door. That was when he noticed the envelope.

It was just lying there on the floor in front of the door like someone had slid it in and then run off. Grimmjow opened it, curious to know what it could be.

It was a sheaf of messily stuffed in papers with weird drawings all over them. One drawing looked like the person was about to fight. Right underneath was the word 'Kamf'.

Grimmjow stared at the word in wonder before scanning all the other drawings. Under each drawing was a German word depicting the drawing or action along with the English meaning.

'Grimmjow! Who was it?' Aizen called.

Grimmjow stared at the first picture. The one depicting fight. Who sent this? Was it Ichigo? And why? And why was Grimmjow's heart doing backflips like he'd just jumped a building?

'Niisan! Dinner!' Yuzu called as she tapped Ichigo's room door before heading back to the dining room.

Ichigo chewed the end of his pencil and crumbled up a piece of paper before tossing it in the dustbin. He sighed and scrubbed his face with his hand.

He'd been at this since he finished deciphering the note he'd found in Grimmjow's apartment. And to be honest, the note frightened him.

He couldn't stop thinking about Grimmjow. And that man he called his father. Is that why he had screamed last night? Because his father had tried to do something horrible to him? Or tried to make him do something horrible that he didn't want to do? He knew there was something off about that man. The way he loved and dotted over Grimmjow was frankly pretty creepy. And the way Grimmjow loved him back just made it worse.

Ichigo stared at the wall his bed was up against. Just what kind of world had Grimmjow come from?

The more questions Ichigo thought up, the more he desperately wanted to communicate with the German. Which was why he had sat holed up in his room the entire time trying to come up with a reasonable code of communication. If he couldn't talk to Grimmjow then maybe they could use signs or something.

He tried to use the code used commonly by deaf people but it was way too complicated. He couldn't walk around with a German to English translation book all the time if he wanted to talk to Grimmjow. It was just too stupid.

He groaned and buried his face in his crossed arms. Nothing was helping! He might as well give up and tell Uryu to take over. After all, he didn't want his stubbornness to affect Grimmjow's education.

Out of nowhere, he began to recall the smell of strudel, the sensation of his heart thudding hard against his ribcage and the feel of Grimmjow's hair tickling him. He inhaled sharply and lifted his head abruptly from its resting place.

Ichigo was still confused as to why Grimmjow didn't push him away when he hugged him. Not that he minded but it was perplexing. All this time Grimmjow had been shunning his help or any form of contact with him and yet, he'd invited his sisters into his home, offered them food and then allowed Ichigo while simultaneously hugging him back. If you asked Ichigo, it was all pretty fucked him. Did Grimmjow hate him or he just didn't know how he felt about Ichigo?

'Ichi-ni! Hurry up! Yuzu isn't letting us eat until you join us and the food is getting cold!' Karin hollered impatiently.

'I'm not hungry!' Ichigo yelled back and rolled his eyes. Trust Karin to be agitated.

Ichigo stared at the blank piece of paper before him. Grimmjow had actually saved his sisters. He didn't know if the German knew that but to Ichigo, it meant a lot. His sisters and his mother were the world to him. If anything happened to them, he didn't know what he'd do. He wanted to thank Grimmjow so badly but the language barrier made it all so difficult. So he hugged him instead. After all, actions speak louder than words. And hugging someone was a special way of giving thanks than just plainly saying thank-

Ichigo's eyes widened. He quickly grabbed a pencil and began scribbling like mad across the pages. He didn't stop until his brain felt like he had wrung it dry of all its worth. He then pulled out the German dictionary and began copying frantic notes out of it, all the time his body shivering like he was high on something. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Something had possessed him that he needed put this idea down on paper right now otherwise he'd forget. And he didn't want to forget.

Once he was done, he didn't even bother checking for mistakes. He was too eager to get this over and done with. He shuffled through his desk drawers before surfacing with an envelope triumphantly. He stuffed the papers into the little envelope and closed it up, already walking out of his room and down the hall towards the door going outside.

'Ichigo!' his mother exclaimed as he walked quickly past the dinner table. They had finished dinner now (had he taken that long?) and were cleaning up. 'Where are you off too?'

'I'll be back in two! Is there still some dinner left?' Ichigo called after himself, not even waiting for an answer as he shut the door and found himself standing in front of Grimmjow's apartment.

He hesitated. Should he go through with this? Right now, standing in front of his obstacle, his idea didn't seem so great anymore. In fact, it looked stupid. Like really stupid. Stupid didn't even cover it. It was downright idiotic. He should trash this and go back to the drawing board.

He glanced down at the envelope in his hand before reaching out to ring the doorbell. He was here. He might as well go through with this. There was no going back now. He wanted to do this. He needed to do this. For Grimmjow.

He heard footsteps approaching and suddenly, he didn't feel so good. He wasn't ready to face Grimmjow so soon. It was too early. And after he had hugged him.

Ichiog felt his face redden. He couldn't imagine handing the envelope to Grimmjow and then explaining what it was. He'd freeze. Not to mention it would take forever. And he just didn't have the courage to do that right now.

The door would open any minute now. He had to think fast. He quickly shoved the envelope under the door and stumbled back into his apartment as fast as he could. His vision was blurry and for a minute, he'd forgotten how to breathe.

He gasped when he heard a door open and then close. That was a close one! If he had just found himself face to face with Grimmjow right now his mind would go blank and all he would manage to get out of his mouth would be a squeak. He groaned and covered his face to hide an oncoming blush. That was a really close one.

Though he wondered, what would Grimmjow think of that letter? Would he be shocked? Would be curious? Or would he get mad at Ichigo again? He hoped he wouldn't get mad. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. All he wanted was to help Grimmjow. To reach out to him.

He wanted to be Grimmjow's savior.

Was that so wrong?

The whole sign language bit was the reason why I wanted to write this story. In the foreign film I had watched the boy had used Morse code to communicate with this girl because she wasn't allowed to leave her apartment that often and I wanted to incorporate that idea in a story of mine and BAM! that's why this story was born.

Once again, thanks for the reviews, another would be just as appreciated and i hope you enjoyed this! ^^

P.S. I didn't check for mistakes and stuff so if there are I apologize. It's really late and I have class tomorrow plus I have to print out my World Religions paper which is due tomorrow 0_o

TRANSLATIONS:

Kamf: fight