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Been a while hasn't it? Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who Favorited and Alerted this story! It means the world! Special thanks go to lil-Vixen24, WhiteW12-0, kittypow13, all three guests and 19Gaara19. The first six for reviewing and 19Gaara19 for sort of/kind of remaining me to update.

This chapter gets a bit angst-y, so you have been warned. To those who like the badass Ichi, he will and continue to be a badass throughout this story, just not in this chapter for specific reasons which you will see. Also, this chapter is not beta-d like the first one. It was done by a friend who is now requesting that I pay her. I'm cheap, so I won't.

Warning: Sexual content, strong language, maybe some OOCness, gore.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having passionate sex every damn day. Plus Orihime and Ulquiorra would have been together by now.

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Laughter and jeering filled the large dining hall. Most of the men had gathered round one of the tables on the far west side of the area; there they watched a group of four scoff down tray after tray of the slimy substance they were supposed to call food. Ichigo glanced up frequently whenever a choking sound was heard. It had already been two weeks since his transfer to Las Noches and he hadn't received a word from anyone. Even Shiro hadn't graced him with his presence, especially after he'd given permission for the man to control his body. His other half seemed busy with either finishing the necessary arrangements or maybe he just got into another fight with the Old Man again.

Over the last fortnight, Pantera- or rather Grimmjow took it upon himself to show the orangette the ropes of the place. Not that he entirely minded; however, the man did seem to have some trouble keeping his hands to himself whenever the two happened to be alone. The first time, Ichigo didn't hesitate to punch the blue haired man. Only after the less than friendly attack, he realized his mistake could have cost him his life. Unfortunately, the hit only appeared to fuel whatever desire the shut-call had for him. The man appeared to get off on violence, as he only licked his lips and asked to be hit again even harder.

Talk about a sick masochistic bastard.

Only that opinion didn't last very long, when three days into his arrival, a random inmate with dark green hair and multiple facial piercings groped him. The first time at breakfast, the mocha eyed male didn't nothing but give him a warning glance. If he had his way, he would have ripped the man's balls and shoved them down his throat. But he had already ripped the arm off of one inmate. He had to be on his best behaviour as Aizen put it. The second time at lunch, the same man got more daring, smacked and squeezed both his butt cheeks. Again he let it go. The third time in the courtyard, he walked straight up to the orange haired male and cupped his genitals. Ichigo was more than ready to slaughter the green haired asshole, but Grimmjow beat him to the punch (almost literally) by appearing out of nowhere and snapping the man's arm. Then the shut-call repeatedly snapped the green haired male's other bones because he claimed 'it was music to his ears'.

Ichigo was then completely bewildered as to whether the man was sadistic or masochistic. He couldn't be both. But after much consideration, he decided that Grimmjow was a sick, sadistic and insane bastard.

After that incident, he hadn't been touched once. Scratch that, by anyone that wasn't Grimmjow. Apparently, he was the shut-call's bitch from what he'd heard. Speaking of the blue haired psychopath, he entered the hall with Nnoitra Gilga, quinto Espada next to him. Ichigo wouldn't lie and say that the quinto wasn't intimidating. With his height of 7"0' and as thin as a stick, not to mention his piano wide grin -which remained him a lot of someone he knew- always sent shivers down his spine. He had straight inky raven locks that fell onto his shoulders and a white eye patch which covered his left eye. Even with his single violet eye, nothing escaped him. One couldn't even call it a disadvantage.

The two didn't bother stopping at the serving area, knowing full well that their food would be brought to them. And to make matters worse, the Espada didn't eat the same food as the other prisoners. Theirs looked like it belonged in some five-star restaurant. Ichigo would sometimes hear the other inmates complain but never loud enough for the group to hear them. Who knew what would happen if they did? The other Espada were already seated, either picking at their food or minding their own business. Grimmjow gave them all a nod while Nnoitra grinned and said something which made Yammy glance up and shoot the toothpick like male a glare.

Shaking his head, the sienna eyed male tried his best to drown out the noise and contact Shiro again. Normally, whenever the other would disappear for weeks on end, it never bothered him. But this time it was serious because the invented eyed male was the only person he could trust while in this place. He had occasion tried to get the Old Man but that had been futile. He knew that the Old Man didn't want to even speak with him but then again, the man didn't have choice but to. They didn't always have such a cold relationship; they did get along once but that was now a thing of the past.

"…Kurosaki?"

The said male looked up dazed into the sapphire orbs. "What?"

"It's not safe to zone out around here. Could get you killed, you know?" Grimmjow smirked.

"Is there something you want?"

"No need to be rude brat. I just wanted to tell you that if you wanna have some fun later then come for the last shower slot, it's at eleven tonight."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the shut-call and I fucking say so that's why", he growled, his smirk twitching slightly.

The bell signalling the end of lunch rang throughout the room. The men that were either partaking or observing the eating contest groaned as they piled out the hall, heading towards the quad. Unlike regular prisons, Las Noches didn't make the inmates do any kind of work. They either spent most of their time in yard, the large library located just off the dining room or in the large common room that was home to a rather big plasma television that allowed them to keep up to date with the current world affairs. Or watch some cheaply dubbed Spanish soap opera. Ichigo spent most of his time in the sun rather than being indoors. He did go to the library whenever he felt like he would go retarded listening to some of the conversations that the other inmates had. Also because the damn azure haired male preferred to keep him within his sights at all times.

Not sparing the man a glance, the orangette quickly stood and make his way to the courtyard. He already knew that Grimmjow would go there, so it didn't matter if he went on ahead. During his stay so far, his usual spot was over by the fence which he later found out was where the visitors who came would stand on the other side. According to what the shut-call had told him, Aizen didn't believe that any of them deserved privacy when friends or family came to visit. But he was assured that things like that rarely happened. It was more often than anything that it would be the media, who would show up to get some footage for a new reality show or the other.

Sinking back onto the wires, the coffee eyed male pushed up the sleeves of his white shirt. He found it strange that he wasn't given a jumpsuit like the others but didn't question it. His clothing was the same as when he'd first arrived. Every two days he would receive a clean pair from guards. Ichigo was sure that the others wondered as well but didn't question it either. He had felt the material of the one piece garment they were forced to wear; it wasn't as soft or as comfortable as his own.

He spent a majority of his time staring blankly at the sky; watching as the clouds drifted by him. They often reminded him of his life; that's what it was doing at the moment, drifting by him. Repeatedly he would find himself thinking about his family and how they were dealing with the fact that he was serial killer. But he had to drive himself from those thoughts. They were more painfully than he hoped to admit. So whenever it popped into his head, he would somehow try to gain Grimmjow's attention because the man happened to be the only thing that plunged them from his mind.

"Onii-chan!"

The orangette shook his head, now he was hearing things. Maybe he really was as insane as the media made him out to be.

"Tensa Zangetsu you have visitors", the speakers on the walls announced.

Lifting his head, he looked up to see that he had every set of eyes on him just like when he'd first arrived. Shifting his gaze, his saw Grimmjow's darting from him to something near him. Curious as to what it was, he tilted his head slightly and noticed a blonde haired girl standing on the other side of the fence a few metres from him. Behind her was another girl with ebony hair tied into a ponytail and lastly an older dark haired male. Ichigo blinked a few times wondering if what he was seeing was even real.

"Onii-chan?" The blonde haired girl called out, dread evident in her voice.

This time the amber haired male stumbled to his feet and ran along the fence until he reached them. He was by far more baffled than anything. The three were the last people he'd ever expected to see again. The blonde did the same and dashed towards him until they were opposite each other. They stared at one another for a few tense moments before he knelt down and stretched his arms through the wires. Almost instantly, the girl jumped into them, slipping her own through the fence as well wrapping them around his head. She sobbed loudly into his hair while he rubbed her back, calming her down. She pulled away after a bit, wiping the tears from her eyes at the same time as a smile broke out onto her face.

"I thought you didn't want to see me Onii-chan! I wanted to see you sooner but the Gotei 13 wouldn't allow it saying that it was too risky and you're too dangerous!"

"I'll always want to see you Yuzu", Ichigo smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead then turned his attention to the raven haired girl. "I always want to see you too Karin."

"Still the same as ever Ichi-nii", she said blankly as she rolled her eyes but he didn't miss the small smile that formed on her lips.

Karin moved into his reach and hugged him tightly. His smile widened at this. He knew that Karin wasn't one to express her emotions easily like her twin, but it made him feel a little special that she always did whenever it concerned him. The twins' normal behaviour made him feel like he wasn't in prison, instead that he'd showed up at his old home for a Sunday family lunch. However, that fantasy was short lived when Yuzu spoke up again.

"Onii-chan please tell us that what is being said about you on the television is all a lie! You're not really a killer! Please tell me Onii-chan! I trust you more than some stupid news! I know that you would never do anything such as what they are saying!"

Ichigo stared back and forth between his two sisters. Yuzu was again on the verge of tears, praying that everything was just a misunderstanding. While Karin's face remained blank but her eyes were filled with the same question, worry swimming clearly in them. It was clear to him that they both knew that everything was true, but they didn't want to believe it unless they heard it from him themselves. And it pained him to know that they still had such faith in him. They were still so young to him, even though they were already sixteen. But they were mature enough to handle the truth. At least he hoped so.

"It's true. I did kill all those people", he whispered quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The air amongst them became nerve-racking. None of them moved as the words ran through the twins minds. After a few pregnant moments, the words hit home.

Yuzu fell to her knees, the tears pouring down her cheeks; gripping Ichigo's arm against her chest trying her best to comprehend the information, she didn't want any of it to be real. Karin, who was usually the stronger of the two, who hadn't cried since their mother's kidnapping thirteen years ago, clutched the fence in support as the droplets escaped her eyes. Her face was twisted in denial and betrayal. And all the orange hair male could do was stare at his sisters in complete silence while his heart shattered into pieces. He never wanted to bring any pain to the two most important people in his life and he did, and in one of the worst ways possible.

A loud sniffle drew his concentration to the older dark haired male standing behind his sisters. The man's usual goofy manner was thrown aside as a more serious one which took its place. The man normally had some light subtle on his face but now it was becoming a more prominent and visible bread. His brown eyes that matched the orangette's were tired with dark rings around them. His navy blue shirt was wrinkled, the same said for his maroon trousers. His mouth was pressed into a thin, tight line.

Pulling himself up, Ichigo stood allowing Yuzu to continue her hold on his arm. He gave the man a small smile.

"Long time no see Goat-Face."

The two stared at each other for a while. Yuzu's crying and Karin's strangled sob was the only thing the orangette could hear. In his father's eyes, he saw the disappointment that was expected along with the strong resentment of the truth. Kurosaki Isshin wasn't as stupid as he wanted other's to believe. And he always prided himself in being able to tell when his children were lying to him. It pained him greatly to know that his only son, the heir to their family name had become something he wasn't able to recognize. He always prided himself in knowing when there was something off about his offspring. But how was he not able to see the change in his son? Was he really that blind to the boy's actions? He couldn't see his boy in the person before him. That couldn't be his son.

Carefully, he stepped up to the boy, holding their tense gaze. Isshin didn't know what exactly possessed him as his hand darted through the wires and slammed his fist onto his son's left cheek. His blonde haired daughter screamed for him not to hurt her Onii-chan. The older twin reached out and grabbed their father's arm, drawing it into her chest while trying to calm him. Her fingers trembled in her grip but it was nonetheless firm. The dark haired girl buried her face in the man's side, telling that he should protect Ichi-nii instead of turning against him.

All the while, Ichigo remain silent and unmoving. He had not expected the hit but deserved it more than anything. He knew that it wouldn't do much to shimmer down Goat-Face's rage towards him. However, the mocha eyed male was more than ready to allow himself to become his father's punching bag if needed. It was at the very least all he could do for him at the moment. That was until his mission was complete and they could be happy and whole again.

"Ichigo", Isshin muttered, his voice broken and fragile which reflected on his mental state. "Why are you killing people? What do you hope to accomplish? You're not the son I brought up! What happened to you?"

"Because it's fun", he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole.

As expected, his sisters' shrank back, letting him go and clung to their father. "F-fun?" Karin stuttered.

"It's fun! Taking the life of another human, allows me to feel unlimited control! That moment when the light leaves their eyes, it sends chills down my spine. They all beg for me to stop. But I can't! It's exhilarating! My first few attempts were sloppy, but not careless. Those were probably the easy kills. They were quick and my victims felt nothing. When I got a hang of things later, that was when I made them really suffer. Their screams and the euphoric sound of blood gurgling is what I live for! I became a God! I didn't want to stop. No one wants to stop being God. Then I got caught. How unsightly that must be to my fans. But I'll keep killing in here until I'm the only one left!" The orangette threw his head back and laughed until tears came to his eyes. His arms were outstretched as if he was trying to embrace something.

When he came down from his high, he gazed at his family. Yuzu's eyes were wide, fresh with fear and Karin tried to keep her face composed but he could see the trepidation playing on it. Then his father, Isshin, his face filled with horror while is eyes tried to see pass what was said.

Ichigo's hand shot out, wrapping around some of Yuzu's smooth fair-hair and yanked her violently to him. Going down to her eye level again, he pressed his face close to hers and glared straight into her eyes.

"Still want to see your Onii-chan now, little girl?" He hissed dangerously.

Isshin intervened for anything else was done or said, hauled her back and stood in front of both his younger children. "Karin, Yuzu, we've outstayed our welcome, time to leave", he said firmly, not wanting either of them answering back to him. He nodded at them to start walking back to the metal door they had arrived through. When the girls exited, Isshin stopped in the doorway and stared back at his son with look that causing Ichigo's heart to clutch. "Ichigo…Be safe please." Then he disappeared.

The orangette stood rooted in that spot for what seemed like hours. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to stop the tears. He did what was needed to be done. He broke off his connection with his family as he was told to. He wasn't told how to do so, just that it was for the best if he did. Lying to his dad was one thing but lying to Yuzu and Karin was something different all together. And after what he'd done to Yuzu would probably cause her to hate him forever. He'd never spoken like that to her or even while she was present. Now, she knew that her dear Onii-chan wasn't as perfect and loving as she had originally thought. Soon, however, they would understand his true reason. Yet he didn't understand why Goat-Face still held some amount of trust in him. Why couldn't the man just hate him like his sisters and all of his friends did? Why did he have to stir the guilty in his heart?

Spinning on his heel, he made his way out of the courtyard, hoping that after something like that Aizen would allow him to go back to cell and sleep his troubles away.

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Grimmjow took a drag of his cigarette as he watched the amber haired male disappear inside the building. He'd witnessed the whole exchange with the boy's family. At first he wasn't exactly sure who they were. But after the hugs and all that loving shit, it made sense. He heard the brat tell them the truth; he'd confess that it was amusing and a little heart-breaking to watch the two girls fall apart with a few simple words. He wasn't as heartless as the media made him out to be.

When the older man hit Ichigo, the cerulean eyed male was more than ready to break his neck. But it was the look on the kid's face that stopped him. The younger male looked almost happy, the happiest he'd seen him since he came to this hellhole. It led Grimmjow to believe that something like this was common yet rare in their family. Like Ichigo was happy that his father had enough sense to get anger and attack him.

The blue haired male hated the fact that he was completely won over by that little speech the orangette made about killing. Hell he felt like that sometimes when he killed as well. But it wasn't his real reason. The same said for Ichigo. He didn't know that boy's motives but he knew he would find out anyway in the future. Ulquiorra hadn't found out anything when he spoke with Szayel on that first day. So Grimmjow knew that he had to get the answer out of the sienna eyed male himself.

What made him realise that the boy was lying was after his family left. He stood there with a blank look on his face for a bit before the real emotion blossomed on it. Grimmjow had never, not even once in his twenty-five years of living had he seen such an expression. It was like someone had told the brat his whole life was lie and was some movie that everyone knew about apart from him. Which remained him of some American movie he'd watched when he was younger. It was like his whole family was massacred in front of his very eyes. It was like…

It was like his whole world had been smashed into pieces then turned to dust. Making sure that there was no chance that it would ever be the same, no matter how hard he tried.

Throwing down his cancer stick, he stubbed it out with the heel of his sneaker. A large grin made its way to his lips. The brat was more interesting that he gave him credit for. He was brilliant liar with the only flaw of showing his true emotions on his face. He was slightly annoyed by the show of the boy's family. Now he brat wouldn't show up to the showers tonight.

One would say that they had all the time in the whole for some fun in the showers. But Grimmjow didn't. He hadn't gotten laid since the orangette arrived. He only wanted to stick his package in that fine ass he'd been ogling. And he wasn't sure how much longer he would last without having to rape the boy.

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Bit depressing isn't it? But don't worry, the next chapter will contain a lot of GrimmIchi action.

Let me know what you think and if you spot any mistakes.

Until then! (^o^)/~