Hand at the waist band of her pants, Ichigo was about to brace herself for the worst when Gin's body weight was lifted off of her.
"What the fuck is going on here?" it was Grimmjow, she had never been more relieved in her life to hear his voice. She couldn't move from where she was, so she didn't see what he was doing to Gin but she could hear weights crash to the floor as something slammed into them. Grimmjow probably throwing Gin around like a rag doll.
"Ya think it's okay to do shit like this because yer fucking drunk Gin?" he asked, shouting it at him, the disgust clear in his voice.
"I think ya better sleep this off in solitary before I have ya fucking court-martialled for attacking a recruit," he muttered, turning back to Ichigo briefly to glance at her.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" she nodded weakly, closing her eyes again, relief flooding her body. Grimmjow had saved her. Grimmjow had really saved her and this wasn't some dream. Ichigo started crying again, finally feeling the full force of the pain now that her fear had calmed down. It wasn't long before Grimmjow returned, blanket draped over his arm frown marring his features. His face was blank and hard as he undid the belt around her wrists, passing over the blanket. She accepted it, grateful for the cover, her breasts had been fully exposed by Gin. Instead of trying to move her Grimm sat down next to her, offering up a cigarette. She needed one after that.
"Thanks Grimmjow," she murmured after it was lit. He remained silent, lighting up one for himself, blowing smoke out his nose. Ichigo was shaking, ash from her smoke everywhere, and she couldn't stop it. Grimmjow stood, dashed the butt out in one for the pot plants, did the same with hers. Ichigo leant her head on his shoulder, crying uncontrollably now waiting patiently till she stopped.
"So what happens now?" Ichigo asked sniffling, all she wanted to do was curl up into a cupboard and hide till Shiro found her, like she used to do after their mother had died.
"I don't know Shiro, nothing like this has ever happened before," he muttered, groaning as he lit up another cigarette. That boy, no girl, was turning him into a chain smoker with all the problems she caused.
"It's Ichigo, Shiro is my twin's name." He snickered at that, strawberry and white. Their names matched their hair colour.
"Well what do you want to do about this Kurosaki?" He asked, going back to calling her Kurosaki. First time he had actually bothered to use her name and it wasn't even hers.
"Nothing, you're going to find someone else to be in charge of our barracks and then we shall continue on like this never happened and you will never call me Ichigo again or talk about this with me after today." He frowned, wondering what she was thinking, there was no way that was happening. Grimmjow stood, running his hand through his hair.
"No, I cannot continue letting you stay in the army. It's madness considering what just happened. It's dangerous for a girl in the army!" He shouted, hoping it would scare her. Ichigo stood, letting the blanket fall.
"Are you telling me this because I'm a woman?" Ichigo asked, shouting, angry now. She hated it when anyone said that she couldn't do something because she was a woman, nothing made her more angry.
"It doesn't matter whether I'm a girl or not, I work just as hard as everyone else. If this had happened to one of the men would you be telling them to leave?" She asked poking him in the chest with every word, glaring. He grabbed her hand, and then the torn edges of her shirt.
"Look at this, look at how simple it was for someone to expose this! Women aren't made to fight." That was the last straw. Screeching Ichigo grabbed him by the shirt, throwing Grimmjow over her shoulder before smashing her heel into his chest. Grimmjow groaned, knowing that it was going to leave a massive bruise on him. She was strong, just as strong as the men almost but that didn't mean he was going to clear her for battle just because she wanted to treated like the men. It was suicide and he would feel guilty for the rest of his life if anything happened to her.
"Ya sure ya want this Kurosaki? I'll let ya stay fer now but i ain't ever clearing ya fer fucking war. I'll as ya asked but if anything like this happens again yer out and 'm gonna be the one exposing ya. If ya suddenly find it to hard and want to back out i ain't letting ya, yer in this fer the long haul now," he said, standing slowly to avoid hurting his ribs and sternum even more but also to give her a second to think it over.
"Now is yer only chance to change yer mind." He watched as she stared blankly at him for a few seconds before throwing herself at him, hugging him. Grimmjow just froze, bare breasts pushing up against his chest as she thanked him. He awkwardly patted her shoulder before asking her to let go.
"Ya gotta let go ichigo," he muttered, self control slipping and he didn't to force her off considering what she had just been through.
"I haven't seen a girl naked in over a year let alone touch one." Ichigo let go in an instant, eyes wide as she struggled to cover herself with just her arms, finally remembering how badly torn her shirt was. Grimmjow stared up at the ceiling moving to the machine that his abandoned jacket was lying on, tossing it to her.
"Thanks Grimm," she muttered using her own voice rather then Shiro's. It surprised him hearing such a soft light voice from her.
"Yer welcome, come on 'm taking ya back to my rooms i need to look at ya make sure nothings broken and ShihÅin has already left fer the holidays. Yer staying the night as well just cause yer think yer okay now doesn't mean ya will be later." Ichigo didn't even bother arguing with him, she was just glad she didn't have to spend the night alone.
"Thank you."
