I know what you are all wondering – 'Why am I uploading twice in one week?' Well, the voice is on a double bill this weekend so I thought I would do the same :D Enjoy! (Muhahah!)

Ichigo gritted his teeth as he weaved through the crowds that were blocking his way, preventing him from seeing Shiro. It had taken all his will power not to leap over and hug that brilliant romantic when he had sung that song and now look where it got him; stuck behind hundreds of screaming fans. You'd think that because he's a contestant that he would be able to get out first but no. So here he was trying to get to the backstage area where he would get over his stubborn personality and apologise to Shiro. Just thinking about being able to kiss those perfect lips again had his stomach forming butterflies. "Ichigo!" a shrill voice rang out across the bustling audience.

Oh god, please not her; not now! The berry was just about to duck under for cover when a small thing charged into him knocking the air out of him. "Ichigo! Where were you, you baka!"

"R-rukia! Can't. . .breathe!," he exclaimed, unwrapping the petite woman's arms from around him. "I'm sorry – I've kinda been a bit busy,"

Rukia placed her hands on her hips and pouted before a twinkle in her eyes shone. "Do you mean as in busy with Grimmjow?"

Ichigo shook his head, his eyes going impossibly wide at the prospect and shuddered, the memories of the other day still freshly implanted in his brain. "No Rukia – Not with Grimmjow,"

The twinkle in Rukia's eyes dimmed slightly and she went back to pouting, her arms now folded across her chest. "That song by Shirosaki was cool wasn't it?" she asked casually, noting the small spark in Ichigo when she mentioned the albino's name.

"Yeah – Shiro's song was quite cool," he said, blushing slightly.

"Shiro? How interesting," she mused to herself.

Ichigo's eyes enlarged and cussed at himself for being so stupid. "Yeah – all the mentors and contestants are on first name basis," he said sheepishly.

"Uh-huh," she said, not convinced at all – Ichigo never was a good liar.

"Anyway got to go,"

"Oi, Ichigo! Where are you going!?" she shouted after the berry who was now slipping towards the backstage door.

"I, uh, have to talk to Grimmjow about something," he called over his shoulder before closing the door behind him and leaving behind a highly suspicious Rukia.

Ichigo slumped against the door as soon as he closed it and exhaled noisily - God that was a close one! He ran a shaky hand through his hair before sprinting down the hall, looking for the door that read 'Shirosaki'. It didn't take him long to find it. He stepped in front of the door, his hand hovering over the door handle as he took a few calming breaths. He was just about to open the door when he heard shouting from inside the room. He pressed his ear to the door trying to pinpoint what was happening and inhaled sharply when he heard both Shiro's and Grimmjow's voice booming. "Stop interfering!" Grimmjow's loud growl sounded from the other side of the door.

"Why!? Ya just want ta get 'im in ya bed!" Shiro argued back, venom laced in his voice.

"Why do ya care? Ya want the same thing!"

"I love 'im!" he blurted.

Ichigo's breath hitched in his throat at those three words and felt his heart doing somersaults at the confession before he heard a snort from Grimmjow making him glare. "Che – love? You're delusional,"

"Ya know more than anyone from ta way that I've been actin' that it's more than just a fling!"

"Who wouldn't go nuts over that body? – Mm,"

"Don't ya dare talk about 'im that way," he growled.

"I can if I want – I was the one who managed to touch him first,"

Ichigo felt himself want to throw up at the very thought, his throat going dry when he heard Shiro's warning growl – Grimmjow however continued. "Wanna know how big he is?"

All Ichigo heard next was a loud snarl from Shiro and then skin heating skin in brutal thuds and deafening cracks. Ichigo threw open the door, freezing to the spot when he saw blood covering the two as they were locked in a rapid and violent fist fight. Shiro was clearly winning but it was because of that, that Ichigo was scared; he was quite capable of killing him! His legs moved of their own accord as he ran towards the fighting pair, his mind a blur. "Stop!" he shouted.

Neither looked towards him and continued punching each other. He could tell that they heard him though however because of the way Shiro's golden eyes widened and the feral grin that now grew on the blunette's way. Ichigo moved forward meaning to at least pull them apart but before he knew it Grimmjow had diverted his attention and punched him in the gut making him double over. Ichigo didn't even have time to cuss at the blunette and his strong blow before his thick arms were wrapped around his waist and neck. Shiro froze, his eyes never leaving Grimmjows as he tried to anticipate what he would do next. Ichigo struggled in his grip trying to get away but it only resulted in him tightening his grip effectively cutting off his oxygen. Ichigo clawed at his hand, his mind crumbling under Shiro gaze – he shouldn't have come here. Shiro made a move to try and grab Ichigo but Grimmjow simply moved aside and pulled tighter on the neck in his arm. "Not a good idea," he tsked. "If ya try anything funny, his neck might just go 'crack'," he threatened, stopping Shiro in his tracks, who dropped his fists to his side. "Now – Do you promise to be reasonable?" he asked Ichigo.

Ichigo desperately nodded his head, drinking in big gulps of air when the pressure was released off his neck. He was too busy trying not to cough and splutter that he didn't realise the hand slipping past his waistline until it was buried underneath his boxers making him cry out slightly. "So – D'ya wanna know how big he is?" he laughed manically, his hand rummaging around making Ichigo squirm in his grasp.

"Let him go!" Shiro barked; panic edging its way into his voice.

"Hmm?" Grimmjow pretended to ponder. "Nah – don't think I will," he replied, now nipping at the berry's neck.

Ichigo clenched his eyes shut trying to prevent the tears that were stinging his eyes. I can't believe this is happening! he thought. He re-opened his eyes and looked over to Shiro who was torn between anger and anguish. Suddenly, an idea flashed through the albino's head and he looked Ichigo in the eye before mouthing 'duck'. As quickly as he could in his compromising position, he pulled his neck away from Grimmjow's mouth and watched as Shiro's snowy hand brushed past his cheek before landing in Grimmjow's face. Without a second thought, Ichigo kicked his leg back, hitting him in the chin making the blunette loosen his grip on his waist and neck. Ichigo quickly darted past Shiro who moved forward and struck a final blow making Grimmjow fall to the floor unconscious in a bloody heap. Ichigo stared at Grimmjow's lifeless body, feeling his legs turn to jelly before warm arms embraced him. "I'm so sorry," Shiro whispered.

Ichigo clung onto him, burying his head in his neck and drinking in his familiar scent. They stayed there for some time before Shiro pulled back taking Ichigo's face in his hands and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "We need to get you out of here," he stated, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room.

Ichigo stumbled past Grimmjow's body and looked up at Shiro who was now dragging him away. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"I'm taking you to my place,"

"Why?"

Shiro halted in his tracks and sighed, turning to face Ichigo the fear in his eyes all too clear. "He's not going to stop until he gets you," he declared. "Even if that means killing. . .,"

Shit. . .

Well. . . Hope you enjoyed. Please review!

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