'Hi, everyone! I'm Yachiru Kasajishi! I don't have anger problems but I brought Kenny here 'cuz he has 'em but he's too scared to admit it!'

'Shut up, Yachiru!'

'Aw! But it's true, Kenny!'

'But do you have to tell everyone?'

'Isn't it part of the class?'

'Thank you, Ms. Kasajishi,' Byakuya Kuchiki says in a monotonous tone. 'Here at anger management classes, we believe that in order to get over your anger demon you have to admit that you have one. I myself had that problem and look at me now. I haven't lost my temper in three years.'

Grimmjow raises his eyebrow. If everyone didn't look so serious right now, he would have last at Byakuya's last statement. That guy looks like he hasn't lost it since Jesus was around. More than anything, he just wanted to get out of here. The people here are creeping him out. Some have even got twitching eyes, some not resting their eyes on an object for more than five seconds before turning their attention to something else. If the door to this place hadn't been labeled 'Anger Management Class', Grimmjow could have sworn he had walked into a mental asylum.

'Let's move on,' Byakuya says, his tone never changing from its hypnotized one. 'We'll continue with introducing ourselves and explaining our problem. That'll help each of us realize that we are not alone and there is hope for us to be cured.'

Every word that seems to pour out of this guy's mouth seems to confirm that he thinks that he's surrounded by loons. Grimmjow shivers. Why did he agree to this in the first place?

A woman clears her throat.

'Hi. I'm Kiyone Kotetsu.'

'Hi, Kiyone,' everyone murmurs back.

'I have an anger problem in that I lose it very quickly with my partner at work,' she continues as she twiddles her thumbs. 'Not that it is entirely my fault. He tends to be a major pain in the ass sometimes…'

'That is so not true, Kiyone!' a man sitting right next to her barks and swats her head.

'Shut your trap, Sentaro!' she yells at him and hits him back just as painfully. 'It's all your fault I'm here in the first place!'

'That's a load of crap!' he yells back and tries to pull her hair but she grabs his instead and starts yanking hard, making tears appear in his eyes.

'If you had just let me get that glass of water for our boss, Mr. Ukitake, he wouldn't have suggested that we go to these anger management classes in the first place!' she scolds him and yanks extra hard.

'Kiyone. Sentaro,' Byakuya warns. 'Any uncalled for behavior will be dealt with strictly by me. now do you want that?'

'No, Mr. Kuchiki,' the two mutter in unison.

'Good. Now what's our motto?'

'We fight our demon to we win the war. We win the war to fight our demon,' the whole class choruses like some well practiced choir.

God, if Grimmjow gets out of this alive he will cut off Urahara's balls and stuff them up his so far he'll go numb.

'What about you, Mr….Jaguerjack?'

'Huh?'

'Your introduction?'

'Oh. Yeah. Hey. I'm Grimmjow. I have a job at K-Ad Co. I'm only here 'cuz my boyfriend thinks I can't control my temper. Oh. And I'm gay.'

Grimmjow crosses his arms across his chest, leans back in his chair till its tilting back and eyes the ceiling with a nonchalant attitude like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. Not that he had to pretend to look like that. Byakuya glances at his clipboard again while everyone else in the room just stares.

'Ah, yes, Urahara mentioned you in a phone call this morning,' he says calmly. 'Said you were a special case. Don't worry. There hasn't been a single person I haven't cured yet.'

'We'll see about that,' Grimmjow thinks and smiles at Byakuya but just looks like he's baring his teeth like a tiger about to pounce on it's prey. He has pointed teeth which tended to freak people out. Byakuya, however, isn't fazed. He doesn't even smile. Grimmjow has secretly made up his mind that he isn't even human.

'Let's begin the first exercise,' he says emotionlessly.

Joy.

'So he dropped my cookie, which took me ten hours to bake, and said it wasn't good enough!' a small dark-haired guy wails as he buries his hands in his arms. 'And that's when I realized, that enough's enough and I'm not going to be anybody's welcome mat! So I take my cookies, stuffed it down his shirt and said, 'Are they extra crispy and cinnamon-y enough for you now?'

'Thank you, Hanatoro,' Byakuya sighs. 'Fortunately for you, your anger problem started at a very early age which is why it isn't so serious. Now remember, write 'I will take criticism positively' everyday for at least half an hour and you'll be better in no time. Remember, just be glad your anger problem isn't rooted deeper otherwise you would have to take drastic steps.'

'Yes, Mr. Kuchiki,' the man sniffle as Yachiru hands him a tissue box. 'Thank you, Mr. Kuchiki.'

'Alright, Kenpachi? How about you? How did your problem start?'

'I don't like it when people think they are better than me.'

'O-kay…'

'I just beat them up when they think they are better than me.'

'…'

'It's kinda fun.'

'You see why I brought him,' Yachiru hisses to Byakuya who is just staring at the scarred man like he has an extra head growing out of his neck. 'He thinks anger is a sport. The angrier and ruthless you are, the stronger you are.'

'Sure,' Byakuya finally says. 'We're going to look into that. This is a personality disorder in Mr. Kenpachi's case…I hope. Moving on. Mr. Jaguerjack?'

Grimmjow is picking his ear with a finger, completely disinterested.

'Yeah?'

'How did you know you had an anger problem?'

Grimmjow snorts.

'I told you, my boyfriend thinks I have one,' he chortles. 'I don't think I have one!'

'Well, there must be a reason why he thought you had one.'

'My boyfriend is paranoid. We just got a kid so he thinks if I take these classes, it'll help make the house a 'safer place' for our kid.'

'Oh? So you just got a child? How did you react to having one?'

'I wasn't too happy but-hey! What's that got to do with this!'

'Just answer the question.'

'I was kinda put off 'cuz I didn't think we were ready for a kid but Ichigo wanted one really badly so-!'

'So you were mad at him for getting a child with asking how you felt about it?'

'No! I agreed on it! We both did! Listen, I had no problem with having a kid it's the fact of raising one! It is so bloody frustrating and-!'

'You're scared of raising a child? Did you have problems in your own childhood by any chance?'

'My dad was-! Alright, I think you're getting a little too nosy about my private life, mister!'

'It's part of my procedure, Mr. Jaguerjack. After all, I know more about this scientific field than you do.'

'Anger is a scientific field?'

A bell rings somewhere in the distance. Kyakuya puts his board down and looks at his class carefully but with as less emotion than before if that is even possible.

'Class is over,' he announces as he gets up. 'We will continue from next week and the aim of this week is to see what tics you off and make a list of how many times you lost your temper. Remember, we fight the demon to win the war. We win the war to fight the demon. Any questions before we leave?'

A tentative hand rises in the air.

'Yes, Yachiru?'

'I was wondering,' she chirps. 'How do gay guys have babies?'

And on that note, the class disperses. Ichigo slips in to the room and kisses Grimmjow swiftly on the cheek. Grimmjow just sulks.

'What's the matter, baby?' Ichigo asks as he slips his arm through Grimmjow's.

'All of a sudden I feel the urge to commit suicide,' Grimmjow says moodily and jams his hands in his pockets.

'It wasn't that bad!'

'Wanna bet?'

C'mon! I'll take you out for lunch before we go and pick up Nel-!'

'Hello. Are you Grimmjow's partner?' comes that same emotionless voice behind them. Byakuya glides towards them.

'Yes?' Ichigo says, surprised.

'I am Byakuya Kuchiki. I am the instructor of this class. Can I have a word with you?'

As they leave Grimmjow on one side with Yachiru staring hard at him, Ichigo and Byakuya go into a corner to talk.

'It seems Grimmjow's anger problem is more deeply rooted than I thought,' Byakuya says meditatively. 'Usually, men like him are trying to be better than their friends and enemies or get into fights on a daily basis but his is more family-based. Do you think you have any idea?'

'He never got along with his father,' Ichigo admits. 'Never likes to talk about him or talk to him either.'

'Hmmm,' Byakuya ponders. 'Perhaps it would be best that he finally faced his fears and talked to his father. It is probably his old demons that are haunting him and he vents it out in temper tantrums.'

'We are having a party soon. Do you think that would be the right time?'

'The sooner the better.'

'I'll have to say one thing. He's not going to like it.' Ichigo turns to Grimmjow who is now glaring back at Yachiru with new found hatred. 'Not one bit.'