Hello awesome people of awesomeness! I bring you a new chapter. Sorry, it took so long. I've been preoccupied with Hetalia. :D And this chapter was actually hard, but I hope everyone enjoys. Also another music selection is located in this chapter. Make sure to listen to it. Onward ho!

Chapter 09

Grimmjow could feel his headache shooting forward, like a bullet through air. Why now of all times? He knew he had told Luppi it was over. He remembered saying it numerous times. So why? Why was he sitting there staring down at the petite man as he practically jumped around in his chair, like some happy child who just got a piece of candy? He had to having a dream. Screw a dream; it was more like a nightmare.

He seriously didn't even know where to begin when it came to cursing out the smaller male. He was just astonished that the man would even come down to his job. He thanked Kami that Ichigo wasn't there with him. That's all he needed was for Luppi to see that he was dating a blind guy, especially after the argument they had and the blunet walked out. Grimmjow sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Luppi…" He wasn't really surprised that his voice sounded tired and stressed out. It had been a long day and now this. "What the hell are you doing here?" He needed to keep his temper at bay before he exploded and attacked the younger man. He couldn't let his anger get the best of him again. Though he wanted to slam the man's face into the table, he tried to think of something a little less violent.

"I came to see you! Don't I look pretty?" Grimmjow had to roll his eyes.

"Yeah…gorgeous. Now, mind telling me the real reason? We broke up. I think I made that very clear a few times. I know I didn't think the words 'lose my number, my address and anything else that involves me'." Grimmjow watched as the shining smile on Luppi's face fell. He could practically see the black aura surrounding the little man and wondered where all the hate was coming from.

"No. I refuse to believe that. You are mine, Grimmjow." The blunet raised a thin cerulean eyebrow and chuckled. Did Luppi really think that? This was seriously turning into some type of fatal attraction. "We've had three years. You can't just throw me away."

"I didn't throw you-"

"You threw me away!" Grimmjow's eyes enlarged and he watched as tears started falling down Luppi's face. "You threw me away and just didn't care! How could you do that to me? I gave you everything. Everything!"

"Luppi! You were being a fuckin' leech! You gave me nothing but headaches and stressed me the fuck out! Why the hell would I stay with you!" The dark haired man shook his head. Grimmjow was in denial. He just knew he was. Luppi had been the perfect boyfriend.

The blunet was so glad that the club was closed and no customers were around or they would think that it was some kind of talk show about marriage problems.

"You're lying. You love me, Grimmjow."

"Don't tell me who I love or don't love. I decide that for myself and I'm tired of you thinking that you have control over what I think. I'm not yours. We are no longer together and I don't love you. I refuse to tell you again. If you can't get the fuckin' picture, than that's not my problem." Grimmjow rose from the chair, ready to leave. He didn't want to deal with this anymore.

"Grimmjow…you can't leave me," Luppi breathed.

"Watch me. And if you come here again, I'll kick your ass. No matter what, Luppi, you are still a guy." Grimmjow made his way out and towards his car parked out in front of the club.

"I said you can't leave me!" Grimmjow whipped around and watched as Luppi attacked him head on, throwing himself at the taller men. He wasn't quick enough to move and felt himself being hit hard before he fell to the ground. He groaned at the pain in his skull, hearing it crack against the pavement, but ignored it to keep Luppi from doing anymore harm to him.

He reached his hands out just as Luppi's arms came down and his eyes went wide when he caught sight of the glinting letter opener in the small, dainty hands. He was so glad that he had been quick enough or he would have had a knife through the throat. He used all his strength to keep the edge of the knife from even touching his Adam's apple.

"I refuse to give you up! No else can have you but me! No one!"

"Sh-shit, Luppi." It really sucked that his head was throbbing with unbearable pain and it was making his vision hazy. "You're a fuckin' psychopath." He could feel his eyes getting heavy and could feel the edge of the knife practically slicing at his skin. He hissed, but sighed in relief when Luppi was pulled off of him.

"Alley cat?" He had never been so glad to hear his best friend's voice. He breathed heavily, trying to calm his nerves. The tall lanky man looked down to see Luppi struggling in his arms, swinging a small letter opener in his hands. "Calm da fuck down, Luppi."

"Fuck you, Jiruga! Let me down! Grimmjow is mine! Only mine!" Nnoitra sighed and reached for the knife, pulling it from the man's hand.

"I'm lucky someone already called the cops." Grimmjow leaned against his car and reached his hand up to feel the back of his head. He hissed as he touched it and pulled his hand away to look at it. He noticed the blood and sighed in aggravation. Great, now I have to go to the hospital. He massaged his neck with his other hand. It didn't hurt much and even though it was just a scratch, he caught himself swallowing numerous times. He could feel a phantom touch against his throat and it just felt uncomfortable.

"What the hell are you doing here, Nnoi?"

"Eh? Oh, I was goin' to the burger shop down da' street. I saw the struggle and ya bright ass hair and figured sumthin' was goin' on. Neva thought it would be the pussy tho."

"Again, fuck you!"

"Shut da hell up, Luppi," Grimmjow hissed. The petite man gazed up at the blunet to see him swaying a bit and noticed the blood on his fingers. He instantly went slack in Nnoitra's grasp and his body started to shake.

"Gri-Grimmjow, are you okay?"

"Don't you fuckin' start that bullshit. You almost fuckin' killed me!"

"I-I'm sorry. I was just…angry. Please don't be mad at me." Grimmjow could hear the sounds of sirens and tutted.

"I can't believe I have to deal with this shit tonight," Grimmjow mumbled. First he would have to deal with the police asking questions, judging him and then he would have to deal with the hospital. He was just glad he hadn't passed out yet.

Leaning against the car, he watched as people walking passed, glanced at the scene. He thanked whatever spiritual being that his boss was gone for the night. He knew that Aizen would play the concerned boss roll and try to be all in his business. He always enjoyed having dirt on the blunet for future uses.

He watched as two officers made their way over to him and sighed. It was going to be such a long night.


Ichigo sat fidgeting on the couch. He had called Grimmjow an hour earlier, only to find out that the man was at the hospital. There had been some type of altercation at his job and he had received some injuries. Grimmjow said that he was fine, but Ichigo didn't believe him for one moment. If he was fine, then why did he have to go to the hospital? The hospital usually didn't equal fine.

He was just glad the man was finally on his way home, but he couldn't get the feeling that something was definitely wrong out of his head. He refused to go to bed until the man was home, safe and sound. He glanced up when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, but kept quiet. He knew those footsteps and wondered what Renji was still doing up.

He listened to see if the red head had noticed he was sitting on the couch and frowned when he heard Renji's voice.

"Ichigo…what are you still doing up? And why are you sitting in the dark?"

"…I was waiting for Grimmjow to come home."

"What? It's 1:45 in the morning. You need to be in bed."

"Don't talk to me like I'm some child, Renji. I'm fine right where I am." The red head sighed and started to make his way down the hall. He really didn't want to deal with Ichigo that night. He knew the man was grown, but he was just looking out for him. If he didn't want his help, than he wouldn't give it. It hurt him to know that Ichigo didn't want to depend or call on him anymore.

He thought it was a sign of them drifting apart and it made his chest tight with agony and confusion. He just wanted the old Ichigo back, the Ichigo in high school before he met the blue haired brute. He sighed and slipped into his room, closing the door behind him and leaving Ichigo to himself.

They boy sat on the edge of the couch, his leg shaking with anticipation. He looked up when he heard a pair of keys jingling against the door and a slur of curses. He waited and waited, listening as Grimmjow slipped into the house quietly. The man was tired and all he wanted to do was pass out on a comfy bed. He was upset he had to work the next day, but he would deal with that when the time game. He looked up and saw Ichigo sitting on the couch and frowned.

"The hell you doing up, Ichi?" He made his way over and softly grabbed the boys arm. He was caught off guard when the boy quickly wrapped his arms around his waist. Frowning, he looked down, watching as Ichigo snuggled closer to his body and sighed. "What's wrong?"

"You're okay, right?" Ichigo gripped the blunet's shirt, clinging to him as if he didn't want to let go.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine. There was just some trouble. Nothing serious." Grimmjow refused to tell Ichigo what had happened. He didn't need the boy to be even more worried or jump to conclusions about what happened between him and Luppi. He was trying to keep that little nut job out of his life, but he just kept popping up like an awful rash.

He worried about his safety and Ichigo's as well. He didn't need Luppi finding out he was dating someone else, let alone someone who couldn't see much of anything. It just screamed danger like a big, flashing, red sign. He hoped he could live the remainder of his time in Japan without even seeing the man. It would be much safer for the both of them once he was in America. Luppi wouldn't know where he was or what was going on between him and Ichigo.

He sighed, pulling himself and Ichigo towards the bedroom. He needed a shower and he needed some sleep.


Ichigo sat up against the headboard of his bed, listening to Grimmjow's slow, deep breathing. He knew the man had been exhausted, but he didn't know Grimmjow would fall asleep so fast. The oranget was far from tired, still worried about what had happened earlier on with the blunet. He knew Grimmjow could take care of himself, but he just felt something was not right. He gazed down to where he could hear Grimmjow's snoring. He wished he could see if the man had any bruises or anything that showed that he was injured.

He sighed and slowly reached his hand out. He let his fingertips ghost over the man's bare chest, trying to feel for any irregularities on the man's body. He searched for bandages, denting, scars, anything that spoke pain. He listened as Grimmjow groan at the touches and felt the man turn over on his side. Ichigo's hand ghosted over his arm before he felt the muscles in the man's back flex.

He could feel the heat in his face rise at the feel of the Grimmjows's flexing muscles under taut and smooth skin. He never thought touching another man would flare up some type of passion in his soul. He always thought a woman would be the one that would grasp the fire in him, but Grimmjow seemed to bring something out in him that he never knew he had. He had always been neutral about everyone else around him, not seeing the deep feelings people had for him.

Now that he had Grimmjow, he could see how other people felt. He could understand the feelings of liking someone so much that you would give up your own self just for them. That you would do anything just to be with them. He could understand the feelings Orihime had had for him now.

He sighed and lowered himself deeper into the warm covers, laying his head on his pillow. He pushed closer to the older man, surprised that he turned over. He felt long arms wrap around him and pull him closer.

"Grimmjow?" He listened to see if the man would respond, but all he received was a mumble of incoherent words sounding like 'beef tacos'. Ichigo smiled and snuggled closer against the man's chest, enjoying how Grimmjow unconsciously tightened his grip. "…Goodnight."


Luppi was furious. He couldn't believe how he had reacted. He didn't mean for things to turn out the way they did. He didn't mean to hurt Grimmjow. He couldn't believe he had hurt the man he loved. The worse part was that Grimmjow refused to press charges. He claimed that Luppi wasn't worth the time and energy. That had made the petite man feel that much more worthless. He didn't understand why Grimmjow couldn't just love him. That's all he had ever wanted. He wanted to be cared for and loved by the man that he loved.

Luppi sighed as he sat on the expensive canapé style couch in his parent's large western style house. After the incident with Grimmjow, he had gone straight to his parent's house to cry in his mother's arms. He was devastated and needed his mother to help him with the pain.

He sat there, gazing down at his cup of coffee and a plate of cookies, waiting for her to return to the parlor. He didn't know what to do now. His actions had screwed up any chance of ever getting Grimmjow back. He could feel the sadness in him growing and ready to explode and he could feel the tears pushing forward.

"Luppi, dear." The dark haired man looked up to see his mother making her way back over to the couch. Her short, navy blue dress molded to her hips as she walked and her long obsidian hair was brushed over one shoulder. Luppi always thought that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. He watched as she sat down next to him and he quickly lowered his head into her lap.

"Mommy." He sighed when he felt his mother's manicured fingers running through his short hair. "I messed up…big time. I don't know what to do now. I really hurt him."

"Oh, sweetie, you did go a little overboard. I know you love him, but you can't go scaring him off. Do you think that's how I got your father?"

"…No."

"Absolutely. I pushed and pushed until your father gave in and look at us now. We are still together, even after twenty-five years. Have you figured out if he's dating anyone else?"

"…No. He should still be single." Luppi hoped he was still single. He really didn't think he could take it if the man was wrapping his arms around someone else. He didn't want to think about the blunet's lips on someone else. He gripped the fabric on his mother's dress, pulling it tight into his fists.

She softly massaged his back, trying to sooth her little boy of the pain.

"Well, give him some time and go see him again. You were able to see him at his job, so next time, try to be…inconspicuous."


One Week Later

Ichigo couldn't believe that Grimmjow was leaving tomorrow evening. He didn't want the man to go. It hadn't been enough time and he worried that he wouldn't be able to do right without him. He debated going with Grimmjow to America, but he just wasn't ready for something that extensive. He was still trying to get used to moving around Japan. To move to an unknown place would just be that much harder.

After pestering the man about the incident at work, Grimmjow had finally up and told him (though he wasn't happy about it). Ichigo had learned that the blunet was dealing with what he claimed as a 'psychotic ex-boyfriend'. Ichigo had found out that after breaking up with the petite man, also known as Luppi, Grimmjow had been through hell with him. The smaller man seemed to be trying to weasel his way back into the older man's life and Grimmjow had been stressing over it.

Ichigo couldn't believe that someone loved Grimmjow so much that they could turn into something so horrible. He could understand falling in love with the blunet. He was a great man, but what Grimmjow was speaking off was some kind of fatal attraction. It just wasn't healthy and Ichigo hoped that no more harm would befall onto Grimmjow. When Ichigo stated his worries, Grimmjow had said he was more worried about him and his relationship with him.

Ichigo didn't understand why, but he was glad that Grimmjow cared enough about him to be worried for his safety. It made Ichigo feel tingly inside and happy that he had someone like Grimmjow.

Ichigo sat on the edge of the bed, petting Pantera as he waited for Grimmjow to get ready. The man was getting dressed so that he and Ichigo could go out to dinner at some restaurant Ichigo knew nothing about. They had gone on plenty of dates, but they had yet gone out to dinner together and Grimmjow was determined to go. They had to stop by the club so that he could pick up his last check and grab the remainder of his things still there. Unknown to Ichigo, the blunet also had wanted to play the song he had been working hard on for the smaller male.

He had perfected it before he sent his keyboard up to America, so now he was ready to play it for Ichigo to hear. He wouldn't say that he was nervous, but he was just hoping that the oranget would enjoy it. He could feel his brows folding into each other as he stared in the mirror, trying to put his tie on. He hated wearing them so much, but he wanted to look different from his normal, casual self.

He knew Ichigo couldn't see him, but that didn't really matter to him. He grumbled at his frustration and sighed.

"Grimmjow? What's wrong?"

"This…stupid tie." Ichigo smiled a little and rose from his seat on the bed, letting Pantera jump from his lap. He tentatively made his way over to Grimmjow. The blunet watched Ichigo in the mirror before turning around, wondering what he was about to do.

He watched as Ichigo's hands ghosted up his chest, clad in a light gray button down before they made it to his neck. He could feel Ichigo's hand pulling softly at the long decorated silk fabric around his neck. He watched the boy's face, looking at the concentration as the boy started to do his necktie. His long fingers smoothed down each side and they began to fold the tie into a Windsor knot.

Grimmjow knew he should probably be watching Ichigo's hands, but he couldn't take his azure orbs off of the man's face in front of him. Ichigo's brows were creased in concentration as he scowled at how he was folding the tie. Looping in and up, out and over, he created a perfect knot and pulled it up slowly against Grimmjow's neck.

"Better?" Grimmjow licked his lips and turned his attention back to the mirror. He was surprised, but really couldn't say much.

"…Yeah, much better."

Ichigo smiled. "Good. Now can we go?"

Grimmjow snorted. "Yeah…let's go."


Stepping into Dangai Lounge Club, Grimmjow and Ichigo had gotten the shock of their lives. Well Grimmjow mostly did, since he had been standing in front of Ichigo. He gazed around to see the place full to the brim with people. He wondered what was going on for it to be so packed during the weekday. He softly pulled Ichigo close to him, telling the man to stay close as he maneuvered them throughout the club.

Almost making it to the back room, he was stopped by his boss, Aizen.

"Grimmjow. You have finally arrived."

The man's blue eyebrow arched and he could feel Ichigo pulling himself closer. "Yeah, I came to get my last paycheck."

"In all due time, but you have a party to attend to."

"A who, what, who?"

"A party. This is your farewell party, after all." Grimmjow's eyebrows shot up and he glanced around to look at all the people in the club. Some he didn't notice, but the more he looked, the more he noticed his friends were scatter around the large place. "I couldn't just see my best employee off without a farewell. That would be rude of me."

"What the hell, Aizen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was a surprise. I know how much you enjoy them." The calm man smiled softly and made his way through the crowd, disappearing as if the conversation was over.

"I fuckin' hate surprises."

"…Oh, my bad." Grimmjow looked over his shoulder to see Ichigo with a sheepish look on his face. He turned his full attention to the smaller male.

"You knew about this?" Ichigo only nodded as he rocked back and forth on his feet. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise…"

"…"

"Surprise?" Ichigo said as he smiled big. Grimmjow clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wasn't really mad. He just hated being surprised. He ran a hand through his hair as he stared at all the people that had come. He guessed he could push aside his aggravation and try to have some fun. He would be leaving soon, so it wouldn't hurt. he guessed dinner would have to wait for another time.

A few hours into the party, Grimmjow started to relax. He seriously still didn't like the fact that he was caught off guard, but he did enjoy being around his friends and Ichigo. He tried to stay away from alcohol, knowing that he was the one that would have to be driving home. He watched as Ichigo and Orihime chatted away, sipping on what he guessed was non-alcoholic drinks.

He was actually surprised to see the orange haired woman at the party. She obviously had come with Ulquiorra, but he didn't think she would have wanted to come. He didn't know if she despised him or not, but it seemed like she was enjoying herself. He was surprised that she wasn't following the little midget woman wherever she went. he guessed she was over that after what had happened. He glanced over to see Ulquiorra secretly smiling at Orihime as if no one was looking his way.

Grimmjow couldn't believe his eyes. He had known the dark haired man for years and he had never seen the man crack even the tiniest smile. It freaked Grimmjow out, but he was also kind of glad that someone could break that exterior shell on his best friend. It was about time that Ulquiorra found happiness and the blunet was glad the orange haired girl was the one.

She seemed like she could be the perfect candidate for the dark haired man, being that she was his complete opposite. And they did say opposites attract.

"Grimmjow…" The blunet looked over when he heard Orihime speak to him. "So you are leaving tomorrow. Are you ready to go?" Grimmjow was far from ready to go. He still couldn't believe he would be moving to America and working as a symphony pianist. It felt like a dream come true for him, but every time he thought about it, he thought about leaving Ichigo. They had only been together for a few months, but it had seemed so much longer.

He glanced at Ichigo to see the boy looking towards him. Milky, white eyes looked as if they were trying to penetrate his very soul. Grimmjow knew he wasn't ready to go, but it was what needed to be done. He was pursuing his dream and he knew Ichigo understood that. He knew the boy would be okay without him. He was strong and determined to be independent. Of course, he was going to miss waking up to that sweet smelling vermillion hair. He was going to miss gazing into colorless orbs and talking about random things with the smaller man, but he wasn't saying goodbye. He was just saying see you later.

"I'm not ready to go, but I'm glad that I am going." Ichigo smiled at the statement and looked away. He was happy for Grimmjow. He was going to miss him, but he didn't want to keep him away from following what he wanted to do. He knew it was going to be hard, but he was determined to get through the months of depending on himself. And when the time came to see Grimmjow again, he would enjoy it with everything in him.


Luppi scowled at Loly as they made their way towards the lounge club Grimmjow worked at. He couldn't believe he was going to try to talk to Grimmjow again. He couldn't believe that Loly made him put on a disguise. He felt like a complete idiot. Even if he did look hot, he didn't want to go as someone else. He sighed as he pushed another strand out long black hair out of his face. Yes, he was wearing a wig. A wig!

Loly said that it would be better to be in disguise just in case if someone recognized them and threw them out. He agreed, but still didn't like the idea. He pulled at his tight purple dress, trying to make sure it didn't slide up too much. He was dressed as a woman and Loly was dressed as a man, pretending to be some couple.

They stepped into the club, surprised that it was packed full with people. They made their way over to an empty booth, hiding away from the large crowd of the people. Luppi looked around for any sight of blue hair and zeroed in on the aqua locks. He watched as Grimmjow started making his way up towards the raised stage where a slick and gleaming black piano was situated.

He wasn't sure when was the last time he had heard Grimmjow play the piano, but he knew the man could play like no other. He was actually excited to listen and watch as his beloved did the thing he loved to do. He could push aside his mission just so that he could hear whatever the man was willing to play.

"Hey, everyone," Grimmjow's voice boomed from a lonely microphone that was standing on the stage. "I guess I should be happy that everyone came out tonight, even if I knew nothing about it." Luppi listened to the collective laughing from the visitors and wondered what the blunet was talking about. "This is my last night here and I am really sad to be leaving, but I'm going off to bigger and better things. No offence, Aizen. …Well, maybe a little bit. Anyway, this is the last song I'm going to be playing on this lovely piano. It has seen a good few years with me and I guess I should bid it a little farewell too."

Luppi wondered where Grimmjow was going and if it was some place far. He just didn't understand anything. He wished he could run up to the man and ask, but he didn't want to be thrown out. All he could do was sit, wait and watch. He watched as Grimmjow made his way over towards the piano and sat down on the black bench. Lifting the black lid that revealed the piano keys, he listened, wondering what the man was going to play.


Grimmjow took back everything he thought earlier that day. He was bloody nervous. This was one song he didn't want to screw up. This one song was meant to be played perfectly. He could feel all eyes on him and knew it was now or never.

[Through the Fire and Flames – Dragonforce]

He had practiced the song countless times on his keyboard at home, but after not hearing it for so long it sounded so much stronger. Or maybe it was the fact that he was playing on a high-end grand piano. The piano produced a melody that sounded totally different from before. He couldn't believe he had actually written something that sounded so beautiful, yet it seriously could kick some ass. It was quick, but it didn't sound like he was just banging on the keys. The melody went from soft to a complete rock out and he would seriously play this song out if he could.

It was perfect. It was perfectly Ichigo in every way possible. If the orange haired man had a theme song, that would be it. Grimmjow knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he just couldn't believe how much he was enjoying playing that song. He could feel his lips turning upright into his normal trademark smirk. He could do this. He could go to America and play the piano. He could write and write until he was fit to be one of the greatest composers of his time. He didn't want to always play other people's music. He wanted to be able to play his own. He wanted to be able to listen to the radio or watch TV and hear his music being played. He wanted to do this for Ichigo, for his mother. And most of all, he wanted to do it for himself. He was going to do something he enjoyed for as long as he lived. He would push aside the drama and the thoughts of how Luppi helped make his life a living wreck.

he knew the petite man wasn't the only reason his life had been shit so far. He knew he had been slacking on life, but he had gotten out of that rut and he felt like everything was going to get better. He had everything he wanted. He was going to America to pursue his dream. He had his confidence back. And he had Ichigo. He was happy and he was proud of himself. Of course there were still some things to fix in his life, but he knew he wasn't perfect and he knew things took time. He smiled, remembering what his mother had always told him. "Perfection is never perfect." He always thought it sounded crazy, but the more he thought about it, it was right on the money.

He couldn't believe a song he written especially for Ichigo made him feel so alive. He guessed it was the infulence the boy had on him. The oranget seemed to bring something out in him that he was trying to hide from everyone else. He was never a man to keep what he felt bottled in, but he was always scared to express himself to someone he could see as a significant other. But now, it was far less harder with someone like Ichigo around. He could relate to the oranget and everything he tried to express in his day to day life. He could understand how much Ichigo wanted to stand up on his own two feet and depend on no one but himself. He knew he and Ichigo had trouble with asking people for help, but they were willing to depend on each other. Even if they really didn't want to, they felt comforatable about it.

He was coming to the close of the song, his spirits lifted and he worked his fingers across that piano like there was no tomorrow, enjoying how the song was smoothed into an ending. He was ready. Ready for anything that was going to come his way, and he would fight with everything he had.


Ichigo sat at the booth next to Orihime with a big smile on his face. He knew Grimmjow was amazing. He knew the man would never have a problem with the way he played the piano. It was in his nature. He listened as Inoue practically squealed with excitement over how good the song was. Ichigo had to admit, it was a fiery song. He wondered if it was one of the songs Grimmjow had written. He knew the man had been working on new types of music to create. He was ecstatic that the blunet was finally moving alone in his life and doing what he set his mind to.

Ichigo thought it was time for him to do the same. He wasn't scared anymore. He would be able to find his independence again. He wasn't going to let his blindness keep him worrying about things. He was ready to accept the fact that he liked Grimmjow more than just a friend. It had been hard for him to get passed that. He didn't exectly know what the feelings were, but he didn't want to put a label on them. He was ready now. He was ready to accept his feelings and move forward. He blushed at the thought. He didn't know what two men did anyway. He knew Grimmjow knew so he guessed he wouldn't be kept in the dark about it.

He didn't want the man to leave without them going a little further. He knew he could probably wait three months for the man to come back, but he just didn't want to wait any longer. He was ready now.

He listened to the clapping and whistling that was coming from everyone in the club. "He is so good!" Ichigo couldn't agree more with Inoue. The man was a serious artist. After a while, he felt a shift on the seat next to him and he could smell the unique smell of Grimmjow. He just wanted to lean over and press his lips against the bigger man's. He blushed at his thought. He couldn't wait to be alone with the man. He listened as Grimmjow and Inoue spoke to each other, Ulquiorra interjecting every now and then.

He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what to say to the blunet. He felt a long arm wrap around his waist and his face turned the color of beets. He listened as Grimmjow started to whisper in his ear.

"What are you thinkin' about, Ichi?"

"…Uh-uhm, I was just…thinking that…the song you played was great. Did you write that one?"

Grimmjow chuckled and Ichigo could feel the man's fingers stroking at the fabric situated across his torso. "Wrote it just for you." Ichigo's eyes widened and he slowly turned his attention towards the man next to him. For him? Grimmjow had wrote it for him?

"Wh-wha?"

"I wrote it for you. Did you like it?" Ichigo could only nod, his face hot and red. "You're blushing."

"Am not!" Grimmjow just chuckled and leaned over to capture Ichigo's lips. The boy instantly melted, leaning into the broad, warm chest. He could do this. He was ready for Grimmjow. He was ready to feel the man completely and be enveloped in his love. If Grimmjow was willing to accept him, then he was willing to give the blunet even more.


Luppi couldn't believe his eyes. He could feel something in him boiling with hate and anger. The thumping in his ears was making it hard to hear anything around him and his body shook. Who the hell was that orange-headed freak? How dare he touch Grimmjow! How dare Grimmjow touch him! Luppi continued to gaze at the scene before him. His lavender eyes went ablaze with fury and his small hands curled into deadly tight fists.

The petite man couldn't accept the fact that Grimmjow was making out with some blind carrot top for all to see. Grimmjow was his. His. His! HIS! Luppi's eyes narrowed and he could hear himself growling like some rabid beast. Loly gazed with wide eyes at her best friend, worried. She had never seen him so angry in the many years they've known each other. Sure, the man got upset sometimes, but she could practically see the animosity rolling off of the man.

Luppi refused to let this continue. If Grimmjow didn't want him and wanted that abomination, then Luppi would have to find a way to get rid of it. The threat would be long gone and Luppi would have Grimmjow back in his arms again. A sinister smile curled on his lips as he continued to gaze at the two men. He was so dead.


:O So Luppi is turning into some psychotic...thing! LOL! I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Please review and see you next chapter.