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Chapter 2

Grimmjow was aching all over when he got back to his building; the only thing keeping his spirits up was the possibility of the little firecracker still being in his home. He wasn't sure if he would have stayed, Grimmjow wouldn't but the kid seemed comfortable enough to stay asleep so he might have hung around. He did question the decision to leave a stranger in his home but he trusted his instincts and he genuinely liked the other man.

They hadn't just fucked the night before. No matter how much of a stud Grimmjow considered himself to be, he didn't have an automatic reload button and needed a little down time in between so they had chatted and drank more which led to the strange conversations they'd had. Grimmjow knew that Ichigo's favourite colour was cerulean. It was an odd answer and the reason for the choice was the way the word tasted. Ichigo had chuckled at the look on Grimmjow's face when he'd said that and Ichigo had expanded saying that the colour made him feel fresh and the word felt good when people said it. Grimmjow had grumbled when he'd replied saying his favourite colour was green, no real reason behind it. They'd also had a brief conversation debating the benefits of ramen noodles to egg noodles. One was easier to cook but harder to use in a stir fry. Ichigo was firmly on the ramen side of things; noodle soup formed his staple diet.

When Grimmjow opened his door it was clear that his little noodle loving, colour tasting lover had not stayed for the day and he could really blame him; Grimmjow didn't keep ramen in his cupboards at home. Grimmjow dumped his holdall on the floor and went on the scout for the kid's number, clocking the mug in the sink but couldn't find any bit of paper lying around. That hit Grimmjow harder than he thought it would; they might not have had a proper date or anything but Ichigo seemed to enjoy himself the night before.

Toast was the only thing Grimmjow could bring himself to make for dinner and was chewing it thoughtlessly when there was a knock at his door, the toast plate getting banged onto the table quickly in Grimmjow's hurry to answer the door assuming it was Ichigo. Spotting his brunette neighbour made his face instantly scowl, Grimmjow not wanting to deal with the woman when he was sulking.

"Yes Loly, I'm trying to enjoy my dinner." He reasoned that she didn't need to know it was only toast.

"I will ask you to not bring violent people back here and leave them unsupervised."

Grimmjow's frown deepened, Ichigo did not strike him as violent at all. "What do you mean?"

The woman held her arms out, showing the red marked wrist that was slightly bruised. "He pinned me to the floor and if I hadn't got away I don't know what he would have done. And if it had been Melony?"

Grimmjow paled, the wrist was clearly marked but there was no evidence saying it was Ichigo that did it.

"All I did was ask him who he was when he left you place. He's vicious; I don't know why you'd even be interested in someone like that."

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Ichigo hissed as he dabbed at his arms, the nail marks the bitch left still weeping slightly. The pale blue towel he was using was rapidly turning dark with the blood he was cleaning out but he wasn't done yet. He arrived back at the warehouse just before lunch but declined the offer of food from Hachi and Lisa, trying to walk up the stairs without limping but kind of failing due to the pain still in his lower back. He'd grabbed his first aid kit out from under his bed and was cleaning himself up when Hiyori found him, the girl wanting an explanation for the quick departure the night before.

"Oi Prima. What the hell was with you ditching us too quickly? We were asked to give an encore later on and we were without our second pole dancer. Poor Kensei had to do it all by himself. Where the fuck did you get to?"

Ichigo's back was to the girl and he bundled the first aid kit under his covers, turning his arms in and biting the hiss back as he turned to the girl. "I met someone and we decided to go somewhere else."

"You mean you fucked someone and went home with them? Your clean up in the dressing room was shit. So was it your spunk or someone else's I had to scrape off?"

Ichigo's face flushed and he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head, feeling the black hair colorant still thick in the strands. "Sorry, it was mine." Ichigo's face burned as he admitted it. There wasn't any point in lying or evading the question, it was painfully obvious.

Hiyori didn't seem too interested in his admission, her usual scowl gone and replaced with a wide eyes look concentrating on the arm up in the air. She darted forward and grabbed it, twisting it round the wrong way to see it better. Ichigo yelped, bending forwards to alleviate the pain in his shoulder, scowling into the bed covers as his wounds were examined. "Did you fuck a panther or something Prima? Bastard sure had long nails for a big guy. I am assuming the blue haired muscle man was the one fucking your ass into the sofa?"

Ichigo's face ramped up another degree, the flush extending down his neck to his chest. "Yeah, he's the guy."

"Shit man, and you went home with him yes? It's not like you'd take him back to your crazy assed dad's place. Look if you're going to play with people then you gotta let us know alright? I know Shinji's gonna be pissed about this."

"Gonna be pissed about what?" As if summoned the blond was standing in the door way, arms crossed across his narrow chest and his standard wide grin in place.

"About Prima here playing nasty with the big guys." Hiyori twisted Ichigo's arm around to let Shinji see it, Ichigo making loud sounds of protest at the abuse of his body.

"Watch it Snaggletooth. It doesn't bend that way." Ichigo pulled his arm away, straightening up with a scowl and turning the arm the other way so that the scratches were still in sight.

Shinji leaned over, poking a long finger into one of the cuts. "He did this to you? I'll fucking rip him apart."

"He didn't do this to me; his psycho neighbour attacked me after he left. Apparently he gets her to come in and clean up after the sluts he takes home. I don't know if she was telling the truth but she was certainly serious about it."

"He left you in his house?"

"Yeah but then the bitch storms in and tries to throw me out. She was about Hiyori's size, I could have kicked a hole in her chest but she kept jumping at me."

"Oi,"

"What's his favourite colour?"

"Green, what? Anyway I left my number like he asked but I don't know if he'll call, if he does I'll be ripping his ear off about that bitch and her god damned finger nails."

"What's his favourite meal?"

"Spaghetti with Meatballs, why are you asking such stupid questions?"

Shinji shrugged with a sly smile on his face. "You like him."

"I don't like his fucking neighbour."

"He can move. Did you get his number?"

Ichigo's face dropped, a little hurt creeping into his mind. "No, I just have these to remind me." Ichigo held his arms up, one of the deeper scratches leaking a line of blood down his arm.

"I'll ask Hachi to come up, he can steri-strip it for you. You might need to pay your dad a visit if it doesn't stop bleeding. And don't try and do it yourself, it's on your wrong arm." Shinji squeezed Ichigo's shoulder, the other scowling and trying to move away half-heartedly.

Hachi came up moments later, fluttering a bit before taking the arms gently one by one and treating the worst wounds, the rest would heal themselves and were already scabbing over. Ichigo thanked the older man but Hachi just shook his head, not liking too much thanks for such a simple thing.

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Ichigo woke up the next day with his arm sticking to his sheet, swearing loudly when he pulled it away and it really hurt. The worst of his scratches was down the inside of his right arm and the steri strips were deep red and not enough to hold it together. Ichigo swore under his breath at the inevitable home visit. His dad might be an idiot but he was a damn good doctor. No matter what Ichigo had brought home, either himself or a friend bleeding and broken, Isshin had always fixed them up with the obligatory lolly pop before they left. Ichigo was pretty good at medical aid himself but he drew the line at stitching himself up. He wrapped a bandage around his wounded arm to contain the bleeding until his dad could see it, strapping his skates on as well, helmet snapping over his still black hair before he tore out of the warehouse. The wind whipped his shoulder length hair around and cleared his mind a bit as it always did. His dad's clinic was about a twenty minute walk from the warehouse which meant he'd make it there under ten. His long legs pushed him faster and faster, the blades cutting over the ground like he was flying. He cut off the road and through a park, over taking the slow cyclists and sweeping past the mother with a pram. He was as thoughtful as he could be when he was skating but that didn't mean he behaved himself completely. He let up at the stairs and skidded down the centre hand rail, landing fairly heavily but safely on the other side. He had a fierce grin on his face after that even if it was a bit stupid considering he was already injured.

The clinic was minutes from the park and Ichigo skidded to a halt in front of it, snapping his boots open and stepping out of them before entering. His skates went in the corner near the door and he padded into the waiting area, his dad patting the head of a scowling kid, the lolly pop Isshin was offering was getting ignored.

"Take it easy Dad; the kid doesn't want your stale candy." Ichigo smirked at his dad, the man's eyes narrow for a split second as he recognised the black haired man in front of him as his son.

"OH MY BABY BOY HAS RETURNED AGAIN! AND HE'S LOOKING SO OLD AND MANLY WITH BLACK HAIR! ICHIGO, BE MY BABY FOR EVVEERRR!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, side stepping his father as the man ran to him. The kid Isshin had been coddling took his chance and bolted for the door, shouting thanks to the doctor as he left. "Seriously Dad, we need to work on your people skills."

Isshin didn't come back with an overly loud comment which shocked Ichigo but he noticed his dad's eyes were fixed on the bandage round his son's wrist. He might be a total odd ball but his oath was always the first thing on his mind.

Ichigo was ushered into one of the treatment rooms and the bandages were unravelled and disposed of. His dad cleaned, numbed and stitched the wounds, applying sticky bandages to keep the stitches clean.

"So are you going to tell me how this happened? It looks like you got in a bitch slapping fight and lost."

Ichigo chuckled. You're actually not far off, except I didn't lose." Ichigo watched his dad's face pulled into a frown. "I didn't hit a girl Dad; I subdued her then bolted, like you taught me."

"Why is my manly guy loving son fighting with an unladylike female? Not over a man I hope."

Ichigo blushed. He'd come out to his dad years ago and after several attempts the man made to 'fix' his beloved son to ensure the continuation of the Kurosaki name, Isshin accepted Ichigo's preference. Not that he gave up matchmaking, only now it wasn't poor females that didn't understand, it was males and not even gay ones. "It was a bit of a misunderstanding between me and this guy's neighbour. I think she likes him too."

Isshin blinked for a second, Ichigo wincing at the approaching tirade. "MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY HAD FINALLY FOUND SOME HOT MALE TO MAKE SWEET SWEET LOVE TO?" Ichigo hopped of the bed, his dad flying onto the clinic bed and head butting the wall.

"Seriously Dad, people skills. And you have no business asking about my sex life. Anyway, thanks for the stitch up, I better get going."

"Ichigo, you know Yuzu and Karin would love to see you for dinner, and Uncle Kisuke is coming round as well, surely you can spare a couple of hours for your family?"

A couple of hours was nothing for his baby sisters but to have his idiot father and pervert of an uncle, two hours was about all he could put up with.

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"So tell me Ichigo, little Yuzu was telling me about your dancing the other night, I can't help but wonder if you were still dancing in tights?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, not dignifying the question with a response. Kisuke Urahara was an old friend of Ichigo's dad and Ichigo had grown up dealing with the man's training and creepy comments but since coming out Urahara had upped the stakes, all but coming on to the son of his best friend. Isshin didn't seem to notice his son's displeasure, saying family meant love without limitation. Ichigo didn't think Isshin meant that sort of love between his son and friend however.

"Can I ask you a favour Ichigo, since you are heading back into town, can you drop my car off at Starrk's garage? Yoruichi is picking me up soon and I don't have time to take it all the way in. Do you know the garage?"

Ichigo thought for a minute, not exactly intimate with car garages. "Yeah I think so, what is it going in for?"

"Oh just a tune up, I've heard that place has a god for a mechanic, magic fingers you know?"

Ichigo sighed as he thought about his mechanic god with the magic fingers, checking his phone quickly to see that Grimmjow hadn't tried to contact him. "Yeah I can drop it off, give me your keys."

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Ichigo gulped as he sat behind the wheel, the smooth seat hugging his backside. He didn't realise it was this car he was dropping off. Uncle Urahara's only redeeming feature was his love of amazing cars, this one being Ichigo's personal favourite. Cerulean blue only broken by the double racing stripes running up the bonnet. Chrome bumpers matching the chrome wheels with the black tyres that hugged the road with the 350 horsepower V8 engine pushing it faster than he was legally allowed to drive. All in all it was a metal wet dream, something he'd never get to own but took every opportunity to borrow the Chevrolet Chevelle ss.

Starrk's garage was a bit of a detour from the warehouse but it was slightly closer than the clinic from a different direction so it wouldn't make much difference when he had his skates on. He wore a beaten up pair of sneakers he'd left at his dad's to drive in and he could leave them in the trunk when he put his boots on. It was just after seven when he pulled into the garage, the gates getting pulled shut when he turned in by a slightly short sad looking guy who sighed when he spotted the car. That wasn't a usual reaction to the gorgeous car but Ichigo knew he was pushing it with opening times. The man approached the drives side, Ichigo rubbing at his clean, orange hair as he smiled apologetically. He'd grabbed a quick shower at his dad's, Isshin redressing the stitches before he left so the black spray dye was long gone and the itch that had invaded his scalp was gone as well.

"I'm sorry but the garage closes at seven." The guy didn't look sorry.

"No, I'm sorry. I was asked to drop this off, apparently you are expecting it. Urahara didn't say anything about a time line."

Just the mention of the name had the guy straightening, his bright green eyes widening. "Kisuke Urahara's car? Bring it in." He left Ichigo's side and pulled the gate open again, closing it after the car had passed. He gestured into a parking bay on the side, Ichigo sliding it in easily and jumping out, giving the car a last stroke before heading over.

"I'll take you through to reception and you can book the car in. Can I get the keys to pass to the mechanic? I know he'll want to start straight away as soon as he sees it."

Ichigo handed over the key mutely; walking alongside the other with a funny feeling he'd seen the guy before. That feeling intensified when the receptionist came into view, the deep green pony tail over her shoulder with a chunk in her mouth that was spat out as soon as she spotted him.

"Hi, welcome to Starrk's, can I take you name please? And I've just got a couple of bits of paper work to fill out."

The woman took his name and contact details as well as Kisuke's. He had to describe the car, give the registration number and chassis number. He half smiled when he gave the car's colour, the word cerulean tripping off his tongue and reminding him of the night before. The girl jotted it all into a paper form, nodding along with him and smiling at the end. Ichigo signed the bottom of it once he'd read it over and lightly slapped his hands on the counter. "Is that everything?"

"Yes Mr Kurosaki, will you be collecting the car?"

"I don't actually know, if Kisuke asks I will but he didn't mention it."

"Alrighty then sir, hope you have a nice evening and it was nice to meet you. Hope to see you sometime soon!" The woman smiled warmly at him, Ichigo smiling back and giving her a wave as he headed away. He swore quietly as he remembered his boots in the car, the holey trainers on his feet probably wouldn't last the walk back to the warehouse.

"Sorry Miss? I left something in the car and the guy before took the car for the mechanic. Do you think I could quickly grab my skates?"

"Skates? Like ice skates?"

"No, roller blades. I'd own something like the Chevelle if I could, until then my skates get me around."

"Well we've all gotta start somewhere. Sure, head out the back to the car, I bet Jaeggerjaques has it in the shop already."

Ichigo headed back the way he came, pushing the glass door open again. The car was still where he left it, two bodies under the hood already. He could hear their voices from across the parking lot and one in particular gave him the shivers.

"How do you think that Urahara affords all these amazing cars? This is the third one that's given me a boner this year."

"Yeah and he doesn't even have the decency to ding it a bit so I get to play too. I'd love to get my hands on her wings and sills."

"God you can make anything sound dirty can't you?"

"Hell yes, Sunday School Teacher."

"God stop it," Grimmjow's deep laugh made goosebumps spread across Ichigo's skin.

"Lawn mower."

"For fuck's sake."

"Pole dancer."

"That one's already dirty."

"Yeah, absolutely filthy but you know that more than most don't you? Taking him home really? You let a dirty slutty stripper into your house? Don't they have places to take you?"

Grimmjow shoved at his colleague, not seeing Ichigo's pale face when the guy was standing behind them. "Like you can talk, I've seen some of the things you've taken home. I'm surprised your dick's still attached." The other man howled with laughter, throwing his head back and finally spotting Ichigo behind them.

"Yo kid, you the one that dropped off this cum wagon?"

Ichigo was dealing with the description that Grimmjow didn't even rebuke. Dirty slutty stripper cut him fairly deep but the worst part was when Grimmjow likened him to a thing, like he didn't even matter. His face dropped, glaring up through his bangs and straightening his shoulders and giving every inch of attitude he'd been working up for years, dealing with punks attacking him for his hair, his accident and his idiot father. He didn't put up with any of that crap when he was nine, he certainly didn't put up with it as an adult.

"You can keep your cum out of that car. Uncle Kisuke isn't someone you want to tangle with." It was true, Kisuke knew everyone, including the owner of the garages. Plus making the family link might help.

"Chill out kid, it'll be pristine when we're done. You needing something?" Grimmjow gave Nnoitra one last shove, taking the hood support out and dropping it lightly back into place.

"I just need to grab something." Ichigo opened the back door, lifting his skates out and sitting on the seat to change. His shoes were dumped in the foot well and his helmet was snapped over his head.

"Roller skates? Are you a twelve year old girl?" The tall guy Ichigo vaguely recognised from the club the other night snorted down to him.

"Yup, I'm a twelve year old girl. Take care of the car." Ichigo didn't wait around for any reply, zipping out the still slightly open gate, sweeping the ground tightly to turn the corner sharply.

"Fucking hot little twelve year old girl." Grimmjow grumbled under his breath as he slid into the driver's seat. He had to angle the seat down a bit but didn't have to move it backwards, telling tales for how long that guy's legs were. He snorted at what he just said knowing that if anyone had heard him out of context, he could be in trouble. He appreciated someone that could give back attitude and if the guy was over age, he was definitely Grimmjow's type. Grimmjow pulled the car onto his ramp, sliding out without banging the door on the support and closing and locking the car for the night. Grimmjow had decided he was going to do a bit of chasing to find some contact with Ichigo. His only link was the club and he hoped he could get something, even the name of the dance crew to help him find the guy.

He headed to see Nel at the reception to get the car's details and plan, the girl standing on the wrong side, holding out the paper. "Can I go now? Leave the details on the desk; I'll file it in the morning."

Grimmjow snorted at his head at the door. Nel squealed before giving him a brief hug, shouldering her bag and heading for the door. Grimmjow read down the car's specs, nodding slightly at the machine details before he checked out the sign in details. Ichigo Kurosaki. Grimmjow felt his face pale slightly. He had recognised the guy slightly but the glaring orange hair had been the most identifiable feature. Grimmjow closed his eyes, taking the orange haired scowling brat and replacing it with black hair and making his obsession come to life. No way was there two guys called Ichigo in the area, let alone two with startlingly similar personalities. And he'd been so pissed off when he'd been changing his shoes.

That brought Grimmjow's attention to something else. Sure he'd not recognised him right away, the hair was a big game changer but Grimmjow looked exactly the same, if a bit dirtier. Why hadn't he said anything? Grimmjow glanced down at the paper again, seeing the two numbers there. Grimmjow was going to get some answers.

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