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Grimmjow glanced down at the broken phone that now lay on the floor beside him and glared. A set-up . . . He knew it yet still showed Ichigo where to go and now they were both going to pay for his mistake! Why did he have to agree to it? Surely the sensible thing would have been to call and confirm it was Shiro – 'che' . . . twat.

"Grimm, are you ok?"

Grimmjow averted his gaze from their only means of communication and nodded his head. Ichigo, despite being trapped in someone else's arms, sighed in relief before wincing when that arm tightened its grip. The dark orbs of Isshin Kurosaki stared back into Grimmjow's rage filled azure ones. He should have known. "Get off him," he repeated, the malice in his voice scaring even himself.

"Why would I do that? – He's my compensation . . . Not to mention, the bait,"

Grimmjow growled as he watched the man squeeze ever so slightly on Ichigo's neck, but it was all the force he needed to cut his airway off. He watched helplessly as Ichigo clawed at his hands trying to free himself but it was to no avail. "Stop it!" he shouted, hoping intimidation would work.

Isshin laughed, an evil sound bouncing off the cracked walls, and grasped tighter now making small choking sobs come out of his son's mouth. How could this man do this to his own son!? Slowly, Ichigo was being deprived of oxygen, his body now slumping and his actions slurring to a halt. If he didn't do something soon he was going to die. Shit!

He didn't know what to do. Attack? – Unfortunately, the bastard had a gun and by the looks of it he had a pretty good aim. Grimmjow glimpsed at the phone on the floor and growled in frustration. Yep, a real good aim and now they couldn't call for help. Defend? Well, there was nothing to defend; he already had Ichigo! Grimmjow looked into Ichigo's dimming eyes and began to panic. "Stop it!" he shouted again, this time the fear edging into his voice.

Isshin smiled at his crumbling persona and squeezed that little bit tighter pushing him over the edge. "Please?"

Shit – he wanted him to beg. Normally he never begged; he would just annihilate the bastard and everyone was happy. But this time it involved another person and h wasn't ready to run into the situation head on if it involved his life. "Please," he echoed, hating the desperate, pleading tone in his voice.

The insane father grinned and released his grip, pushing his son to the floor. Collapsing in a heap, Ichigo began coughing and spluttering, desperately trying to get that much needed air back. The beginning of a purple hand mark was starting to show pissing the blunette even more. All he needed to do was signal to Ichigo and somehow get closer to him without the bastard noticing. Maybe they could make a run for it.

A click and then the loaded gun that he was holding was pointing directly at Ichigo's head. Grimmjow's heart was now battering against his ribcage as he watched Ichigo spin around and stare helplessly at the weapon that was now aiming between his eyes. "W-what do ya want!" Grimmjow yelled, hoping to distract him.

"I told you – he's bait,"

"For who?"

No sooner than he had asked the question, the answer popped into his head. Shiro. He had no idea what this twisted man wanted to do with him but he definitely wanted Shiro for some reason.

"For Shirosaki, of course," he replied, confirming his suspicions.

Ichigo's eyes widened at the idea of Shiro getting hurt because of him but was cut off when the gun pressed into his forehead making him whimper slightly. "You're still as pathetic as ever," Isshin sneered. "Perfect for my plan however,"

Crap. It all clicked together. Grimmjow knew what Isshin wanted Shiro for now and felt his heart clench painfully. The lunatic wasn't going to harm Ichigo, he was going to harm Shiro . . . and right where Ichigo would see. Not only would he be mentally scarred, no doubt this would push him over the edge. He may even go to such extremes as-! No don't think about it! It won't get to that. He intended to stop him before it got to that stage.

Grimmjow glanced over at Ichigo who was staring back at him and felt his heart sink. He knew. He knew the plan. It was that look in his eyes as he stared at Grimmjow. The blunette was right he would go to such extremes. Apparently, giving up his life was the norm for him – but Grimmjow wasn't prepared to let him do that. "Don't you dare," he mouthed.

"I have to," he mouthed back, small tears beginning to trickle down his face.

Grimmjow shook his head frantically, fear paralyzing his body and running through his veins like ice cold water. Gritting his teeth, he was just about to reply when a shrill cackle cut them both off. "So you like him! More than the other one?"

Ichigo froze. "Well, if that's the case . . . ,"

Isshin slowly retracted his arm before pointing it at Grimmjow, his aim no doubt going for the heart – a quick death. Grimmjow stepped forward hoping that if he closed the gap between them he could dodge and take the gun off him. He could save everyone! Then he saw flicker out of the corner of his eye; A shock of orange leaping out at the gun. "Ichigo, no!"

Bang.

Ow. Grimmjow stared at Ichigo who was staring back at him, his arms still on his father's pushing the gun away. So his plan was to move the gun so the bullet wouldn't hit me – good plan. His vision began to blur as he saw Isshin's infamous grin curl up and Ichigo's face contort in rage and most of all sorrow. What the fuck's wrong with him?

Grimmjow glanced down at the irritating sting that had invaded his chest and sighed when he saw the red splotch beginning to bloom over his chest. Well, shit he thought as he began to plummet to the ground, Isshin's laughter echoing in his ears. He didn't miss.

"Grimmjow!"

. . . That wasn't Ichi's voice. . .

Heehee . . . . sorry! The suspense is killing me as well but it has to be done! Until next time - sorry this is so short!