Good day . . . . Thank you so much for all the reads and actually writing a review for me – it really helps my story (I already know how this one will end ;) ) Hope you enjoy – this one is from Grimmjows POV for a bit of variation! (And because of what may or may not happen later *insert evil laugh*

First he grew feelings . . . that was the first sign that his life was about to go shit. It was only because of his drug induced high that he didn't realise straight away that he had harboured such feelings as love and lust! It wasn't the fact that he had fallen helplessly in love – no, that didn't annoy him. Nor was he annoyed that it was over a particular orange-haired man who just wouldn't see him in a different light other than 'rapist' (which he honestly didn't mean to come across as) No, it was the fact that he was already taken by his best friend.

The pair had shared several things in the past. It was first obvious to the pair that they had similar interests when they both went for the same sexual preferences ending more than one times in a heated three - way in the bedroom. Grimmjow at that point wasn't bothered whether he was into chicks or guys; as long as they gave him what they wanted than he was more than happy. Ichigo was when he first started caring. Questions seemed to constantly bombard his thoughts on when this exactly happened, why he liked him of all people and most of all why the fuck him!? It was the worst possible situation to be in! He knew from past experience how possessive Shiro could get over things and as a result had almost died (no exaggeration!). And because of this he was pretty sure he wasn't going to see much of his friend whilst this 'thing' went on – like a predator protecting his territory.

So it was needless to say he was surprised when the albino rung him and confessed everything as if they were good old friends again and then voiced the unthinkable – he was going to let him have Ichigo. Grimmjow knew he shouldn't refer to him as an object, but at the minute that was what he was; a precious jewel that the blunette was just itching to get his hands on.

The blunette looked up at the albino feeling his frustration reach its peak. Maybe he did love Ichigo. But he still grasped onto some aspects of the gentlemen that was buried deep within him and one of those codes of chivalry stated he would not steal his friends flings or lovers (unless they invited him for some action!) It was also because of these feelings that stopped him from taking Shiro's invitation. He cared about Ichigo but Ichigo clearly cared for Shiro more than him and he didn't want to jeopardise that happiness he saw glint in mocha brown eyes. "Ya can't force someone to love another man," he tried to reason.

"I can try . . . ," the albino muttered.

Grimmjow sighed, running a hand through his tousled blue locks and sighed about to reply when Shiro's phone began ringing. Shiro growled in annoyance and looked at the caller ID but relaxed visibly when he saw the caller. – That didn't stop him from answering in a protective voice however. "Hello,"

Grimmjow watched as golden eyes widened in alarm; a pale hand clenching the phone in a death grip. "Who's there!? Ichi, what's going on!?" he demanded.

Watching intensely, Grimmjow – like a four year old child – crossed his fingers desperately hoping nothing bad had happened to him. He was about to relax when he saw Shiro smirk slightly and lean against the damp ridden wall but he should have known better. All that was keeping him from snapping was the fact that it was involving Ichigo when Shiro put down his phone and stared him straight in the eye and simply said, "The media 'ave found 'im,"

It was a nightmare trying to get into the tall apartment without being seen. Photographers and journalists covered almost every single entrance not letting anyone in or out. Almost. Grimmjow and Shiro didn't just get their bodies to attract sexual partners – they did it for more reasons. Grimmjow stared down at the scaffolding entrapping the back of the apartment and held out a hand for the albino who was on the rung below him. "Thanks," he mumbled, before storming past and heading to his apartment.

Grimmjow didn't blame him; he too wanted to see if the berry was alright. He waited patiently, his hands tucked away in his pockets, whilst Shiro unlocked the door and walked in. A blur of orange passed his line of sight before the berry was holding the albino in a bone-crunching embrace ignoring the blunette who was now looking at anywhere but them. Didn't Shiro see how much he loved him? Surely he didn't still want him to try and go for him. Shiro pulled back and crashed his lips fiercely with Ichigo's earning a small moan which only angered Grimmjow.

Eventually the two pulled apart, panting slightly as they turned to Grimmjow, Ichigo freezing when he saw the blunette. "What's he doing here?" he whispered, afraid that any loud noise would move Grimmjow into action.

"Ichi, he's fine – He'll explain later," he promised, Grimmjow noting that he said 'he' not 'I'.

Clearly he was serious about his earlier request. Slowly, Ichigo's shoulders relaxed and his coffee eyes seemed to glisten with curiosity and did he dare say excitement? The glint in the other's eyes when he finally got a look at the blunette did not go unmissed. Grimmjow as well allowed himself to glance at the lithe body in front of him and forced himself not to groan at the sight. He felt back about molesting the poor guy but could he blame him? Even high on drugs his blurry mind could detect his sexiness! "Grimm, I need ya ta stay here with Ichi whilst I get rid of these bastards,"

The blunette's eyes snapped up at the watery voice before registering what he had just said. "Ya sure?" he challenged.

Molten gold eyes glared at him, annoyed that his best friend would defile him and made his way towards the door. "Yeah – I trust ya,"

The blunette couldn't help but notice the hurt look in Ichigo's eyes as Shiro left without another word and sighed – God, he hated that bastard. Who the hell could deny a hurt and yet sexy berry!? Ichigo made his way towards the closed curtains and leant heavily against the wall, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly. "I'm sorry," Grimmjow blurted, not knowing how to clear the air – an apology for what he had done seemed best.

"For what?" he replied in a monotone voice, staring through the gap in the curtains.

"For everything I did to ya . . . and about ya past,"

Ichigo turned his head sharply, his brown orbs wide in surprise before lowering to sorrow as he remembered the traumatic events. "I should have know he would tell you – probably to make you feel guilty,"

"I never meant to . . . to do anything like that. I was on some crazy shit at the time,"

"I know,"

Grimmjow recoiled a bit at that honestly not expecting it. "Y-you did?"

"I use to study medicine . . . I know the symptoms of taking drugs," he scoffed.

Grimmjow smirked, glad that the berry was beginning to joke and played along. "Smart ass,"

Ichigo chuckled and turned towards him, his eyes sparkling with laughter which just melted the blunette's heart into a gooey pile of mush. If anyone would ever ask, he never turned into a softy. "That's why I'm sorry as well - I shouldn't have hit you that hard," he said, referring to the time he hurt him in order to get away.

"Nah – I deserved it," he waved it off. "'Sides, I should know better than taking dodgy drugs from a weird candy man,"

At this, Ichigo began to laugh the sound music to Grimmjow's ears as he began to stand straighter and, to him, seem to practically glow. His face seemed to sober almost immediately however, making Grimmjows fingers twitch as he ached to comfort him. To wipe away those tears that were already gathering in the corner of his eyes. "How much did he tell you?" he asked.

"Ya dad, that gang . . . and ya mother,"

He flinched at the blunette's words making him regret telling him but the sooner they cleared everything with each other the better. Grimmjow moved closer to the berry until he was right in front of him and placed a finger under his chin tilting it up to look into his bleary eyes. "Do ya know ya father's a bastard? "he asked earning a small giggle from the other.

"Why of course not," he feigned innocence before his eyes darkened considerably.

"I know what ya thinking - ya can't seriously believe him!?"

"But it is true – I technically killed my mother,"

Grimmjow compelled himself not to tighten his grip that was currently tilting the others chin up and instead settled for staring heatedly into his eyes. "The guy who stabbed her killed her,"

It was as if he had been waiting his whole life for someone to tell him that – to tell him that he was wrong. Grimmjow watched helplessly as the berry broke down, his hands crawling up to his face to hide the waterfall that was flowing down his cheeks. Without knowing what else to do, Grimmjow embraced the weeping man, his heart swelling when the other clung onto him as if his life depended on it. "Don't worry," he cooed. "It'll be alright," he murmured, holding his head to his chest consoling him, all too aware of the breaking albino in the doorway.

"I'm here,"