Starrk shook his head as he walked back to the mess hall, wondering if that was the reason why Shiro joined the army. Bright young men like him knew better then to join a war that was hopeless. They went off to work in big companies and marry a pretty girl after graduation. The boy just wasn't suited to war; he was too soft to kill.
"General Jaegerjauqes!" he called, spotting the bright blue of the man amongst a group of officers exiting the mess hall he was headed to. He raised an arm waving him over. Grimmjow approached confused, Starrk wasn't one to seek him out very often, let alone call for him. Normally Grimmjow had to find him, the man to lazy to seek him out for their fortnightly meetings.
"Whats up?" he asked.
"I left Shiro in the shooting gallery; you might want to check up on him. He was threatening to kill someone in the lunch room," he said, yawning. His job was done, time to go nap, Grimmjow would be able to help the boy.
"I'll go check on him, ya left him in a room full of guns Starrk probably not the best idea," he muttered scowling at the man. Starrk shrugged, "figured it would be a good idea to let him release some stress on dummy's rather then people." Grimmjow rolled his eyes but the man had a point. He waved the lazy man off heading down to the gallery; hopefully Ichigo would still be there. Starrk hadn't mentioned who she'd want to kill and Gin was in the area.
There were screams coming from the shooting gallery, he could just barely hear it.
"Fuck!" he muttered, sprinting for door, slamming it open with a shoulder. The red head was curled up on the floor of a stall, screaming, gun in hand pressed up against her head. Grimmjow panicked for a second but then he noticed that she wasn't pointing the gun at herself it was just in her hand. Grimmjow walked over and crouched down in front of her, carefully placing a hand on her head, didn't want to freak her out and end up getting shot.
"Ichigo," he murmured, her muffled sobs scaring him. She seemed fine just as hour ago, what had changed between now and then? Maybe she was faking it earlier.
"Ichigo I need you to drop the gun." She lifted her head, hands dropping to the floor, gun clattering from her hand. He slid it away from her, worried about her mental state.
"Grimm." she sounded so pitiful and broken; he had never heard such a sound come from her before not even after yesterday's fiasco with Gin. Scowling he pulled her into his lap, wondering what had hurt her so. Ichigo just grabbed him shirt, crying against his shoulder.
"I can't go home."
"Then ya can come home with me. We'll figure this out okay Ichigo."