Blank: Sequel to Point Blank

"Get the Hell out!"

Feet thundered on the stairs, a loose belt buckle smacked on every rung as it went by. Two half naked men barely landed on their feet at the bottom.

"Come on, don't be like this!" The smaller of the two nearly fell at the shove and dropped the bundle of his clothes on the beer soaked floor of the bar. "Grimmjow stop!"

"I said, get out!"

His jeans were half undone, his bare torso showed his chest heaving in anger but it would only take one look in burning blue eyes to know his deep fury.

"Nothing happened! I didn't even have to tell you, I just thought it was better to be honest!"

"I told you, Ichigo! I told you that bastard had the hots for you. I asked you to stay away from him."

"No, you told me to, you demanded it."

"But I was right!"

"That's not the point."

"No, it isn't." He picked up the fallen clothes and shoved them into Ichigo's arms, who stood only protected in his boxers. "The point is, I told you to get out."

"He kissed me!"

"GO!"

"You're really going to kick me out in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." Grimmjow put a hand on his shoulder and steered him to the door. "What, you afraid?"

"No, but—"

"Good." He threw the door open and shoved Ichigo over the threshold. "Now stay the fuck away from me."

The door shuddered in its frame when it slammed shut. Ichigo stared at it, waiting. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and though it was never pleasant when it did, the door always opened again after a few minutes when Grimmjow's hogyoku enhanced anger would subside to those other feelings they'd been working on strengthening theses last three months.

But the minutes ticked by. The door didn't open. This time, Ichigo was truly left alone in the dark.

"Shit." Grimmjow set his glass down and looked to the door. He'd probably left it too long, the kid would be gone and now he'd have to go chasing after him into the night. "Ichi—"

"I don't think so." The hand around his mouth cut his cry short. His vision of the door quickly turned to the high ceiling and fans above as he found himself on his back. He had no idea where his attacker came from, but the bastard was screwed.

Because they just fucked with a super soldier.

Grimmjow kipped-up in one smooth motion and ducked under the next blow. Strikes came far faster than he expected—than any normal human being should be able to deliver. He was caught under the knee and shoved forward into the bar. He rolled down and grabbed a glass, throwing it into the face of his attacker. He heard a hiss of pain, kicked a stool into the man and toppled him. This gave him the opportunity gain distance, and he backed up several paces while the man righted himself and took him in.

He was extremely tall, he had Grimmjwo beat by at least half a foot and Grimmjow was no small fry. He was probably even taller than Kenpachi, but not as broad. Instead he was quite slender, though there was no doubting the muscles that rippled under tight fitting clothes. He had a wicked smile, and, most notable, an eye patch that disappeared into jet black hair.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked the man whose features were so extreme they looked more demonic than human.

"What, our father never told you about me?"

Grimmjow stiffened. "No..."

"Come on, give your long lost brother a hug."

"No, no, no way. It doesn't make sense." He did have a look of Japanese in him, but his accent was clearly American.

The man looked at his wrist and frowned.

"What, you on a fucking time limit?" Grimmjow demanded.

"Something like that." The man lunged at him again. Grimmjow made to block but his left was swatted away and the next strike came directly into his damaged, right wrist.

White light stole his vision. He screamed but a pale hand closed over his mouth and the other wrapped around his waist, hauling him backwards against the enemy. He felt faint from the explosive pain that throbbed through the abused bone that had been fractured over and over and never properly healed. Before he could recover his breath, he felt a sharp pain in one shoulder. Then he was released. He just glimpsed the man pocket his needle.

"What the fuck was that?" he struggled back to his feet but things were slowing.

"What I gave you will make sure you remember nothing of our encounter, probably not even throwing your boyfriend out." Grimmjow stumbled against the wall, gripping it for support. "Oh, and make you easier to subdue."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Nnoitra. You're older brother by four years."

So this is a very short excerpt from what I've written so far on a sequel to "Point Blank." I am reconsidering some major plot points at the moment but I wanted to update to let you know I am strongly considering doing a sequel. I also wanted to update to let those interested know that I am working on "Redemption" and plan to publish it when I work out the kinks, so thanks for giving me the push I needed to keep working on it!

Thanks,

Riza