"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit!" He continued to rage, his body trembling in anger as he resisted the urge to destroy the whole city around him.

That little brat had picked a fight with him and all he had to show for it was a fever and a bloodstain on his neck! While that girl'd just had her dress singed a bit.

"There's no way I'm going to let her get away with that." Grimmjow thought out loud as he fought to keep his body under control, his blood feeling like lava trying to melt its way out of his body. It wasn't just the wound, or that he'd failed to deal her one. An image of the girl smiling down at him from up on the balcony came into his mind and his eyes flared.

"Those eyes of hers… they were looking at me like I was some sort of stupid little kitten!" He growled, bringing a hand up and plunging it into the floor of the building, punching right through it and sending cracks across the floor like he'd just broken ice.

"Solomon, Kurosaki, Aizen, that girl… I'll kill 'em all! And anyone else who looks down on me!" Grimmjow roared at the world.

"See you later, guys. I've gotta get home. Got a lot of work to do." He explained while leaving the room.

"Iiiiiiichiiiiiigooo- agh!" Came Keigo when Ichigo close-lined him on his way out of the classroom.

"Sorry, Keigo. No time to mess around. Gotta get home."

He heard the teenager get up and chase after him.

"Yeah, I bet you've got a lot of work to do! After all you did skip over a month of school. What were you doing? Huh? Huh? I bet you went on some kind of getaway with Rukia. That's it isn't it?"

"Don't know what you're talking about. Talk to ya later." He told his friend, leaving him in the dust as he walked down the hall.

Ichigo thought about what that man had wanted to talk to his father about this morning as the halls and stairs seemed to pass by on their own. Something about him had seemed… foreboding or something. He couldn't explain the feeling really.

The teenager pushed open the front doors of the school and walked out of it, looking forward onto the street and seeing someone familiar standing just off the school grounds; a blonde-haired man in a white suit waited with a smile on the other side of the street.

"Huh, wonder what he wants." Ichigo thought to himself while walking over to the guy.

"Hey, it's you again. Can I help you with something?" Ichigo inquired, not really getting any bad feeling about the guy's reason for being here.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about something. It's related to what your father and I were talking about this morning, and I thought that I would talk to you about it as well."

Ichigo shrugged.

"Sure. What did you want to talk about?"

"It concerns your after-school job, actually."

Ichigo frowned more than usual, not sure what he was talking about.

"I don't know what you mean. I don't have a job right now."

The man's smile showed some amusement as he responded.

"It's not a normal job. It's importance is comparable to life-and-death."

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. Whatever this guy was getting at, he didn't like it.

"Look, why don't you just come out and say what you're talking about? You're not making much sense."

The man breathed a small laugh.

"Okay, fair enough. Soul reaper."

His eyes went wide in surprise as the man looked at him with the same look he'd probably worn all morning and into the afternoon.

"You see, I need the help of soul reapers. My family and I are in great danger and normal humans just simply aren't enough to help us."

Ichigo's eyes returned to normal and he gave the man a suspicious look.

"What do you mean by 'danger'? Hollows?"

A flash of realization passed across the man's face, but was gone in an instant.

"Well, it used to be infighting. A war within the family. However, recently I was attacked by something else."

Ichigo did nothing, still suspicious but wondering where the man was going with this.

"An ice-blue-haired man with a Japanese sword and a ferocious disposition. I believe you know him."

Once again his face became a mask of surprise.

"Grimmjow…" He remarked out loud.

The man continued.

"He attacked me after I left your home. I think he was looking for you and thought you were in the car with me for some reason."

Ichigo's expression returned to one of suspicion, his story a bit shaky now.

"If Grimmjow had really attacked you, you would be dead. No normal guy could survive getting ambushed by him."

"I don't believe I said I was a human." He responded, not sounding upset.

"You're not? Then what are you?" He asked the man, his left hand in the pocket that held his soul reaper pass; an object that would let him become a soul reaper whenever he wanted.

The blond seemed to notice something coming up from behind Ichigo and he heard footsteps coming across the grass back on the school grounds as well.

"It looks like we've run out of time for now. My name is Solomon. I would very much appreciate it if you would consider helping us. If you don't, my entire family may die."

He blinked, and the man was gone.

"Hey, wait!" He yelled after him, but knew it was too late.

"Ichigo?" He heard a deep voice ask him from behind.

The teenager turned around and saw his friend, Chad, looking at him.

"Chad, did you see that guy in the suit?" He asked.

"I did. But it looked like he just disappeared."

He sighed, glad it hadn't been his imagination.

"What were you two talking about?" His friend asked quietly.

"He wanted me to help him… and his family I guess. He knew that I was a soul reaper."

"Really? That's strange. I didn't think any other normal people knew but Uryu, Orihime and I."

Ichigo nodded.

"Yeah, I know. I think he found out-"

His sentence didn't get to finish as he remembered the part about Grimmjow being here in the world of the living.

"Sorry, Chad, I've got to go do something. I'll talk to you later, okay?" He asked, already running back to his house.

If Grimmjow thought that he was home now then he might tear the whole place apart looking for him.

He didn't know what he thought about Solomon's story; his family being in danger. But if they were able to do things like he did, disappearing without a trace, then it would certainly lend a bit more to him not being able to rely on the police. And he'd seemed genuine when he said he wanted help.

Ichigo rushed back home and hoped it would still be there when he got back.