Drawing to a close (well – sorta) So sorry about poor Grimmy – I was crying just writing it! Hope you enjoy this one – lil Ichi is going to get some revenge ;)

Tears were rolling silently down his cheeks; the droplets shining like diamonds in the moonlight that was spilling in through the cracks in the wall. Every now and then a sniffle would escape him as he tried frantically to stop his blubbering mess. He was well aware he was crying – and crying shamefully at that – despite the blunette's dying words.

Don't cry.

How could he not cry? It was such a selfish and arrogant last request. Even in death the bastard still had the power to piss him off. Another round of sobbing and sniffling had his shoulders shaking violently; the effort to not cry becoming harder as the seconds went by. He wouldn't be able to piss him off any more . . .

Ichigo wasn't even sure what was causing this outburst. Sure, the guy had been his mentor but he had also tried to rape him! However, that was when he was doped up on drugs – and that he had forgiven him for already.

Did he count him as a friend? After they had made up about the whole drug deal they were certainly acting like it. Grimmjow gave him advice on Shiro, joked around with him and even took him out for a drink. So friends!? – well that was kind of a given seen as they had made out. Love then?

Ichigo regarded Shiro for the first time since that baritone voice had ceased and felt a pang of guilt for not realising him sooner. His face was passive as he stared down at his best-friends bloodied body even though Ichigo knew that inside he was scorching with rage. Blurry golden eyes made him want to kiss and console the albino until all the tears had washed away – he loved him, not Grimmjow. Yet as he glanced down he couldn't help the way his heart clenched painfully at the prospect of never seeing his azure gaze again.

And it was all because of him!

Unimaginable anger began to swell inside him, pushing out the grief creating mocha eyes to burn darker so that they became just as dark as the stormy sky outside. Forebodingly, he turned to his father who was now conscious but still recovering from Shiro's attack. Isshin, who caught his sons stare and noticing the lifeless body next to him, gave an evil grin making his veins boil with the intensity of his anger. Something snapped. Deep within him, he finally lost that one spark that kept him chained to a coward's life – not anymore. "Ichigo?" came a surprised yet hoarse voice.

Ichigo ignored the awakened albino and rose to his feet; targets set on the murderer in front of him. The malice in his eyes gradually began to register in Isshin's mind resulting in him backing away as his son continued to stride towards him. Suddenly having a weak and pathetic son was all he wanted, especially now sirens could be heard in the distance. Isshin began to panic.

Ichigo stopped, just short of his father, pinning the man with a gaze that was burning holes through his skull despite the vacant look on his face. "Ichigo . . . my son, Think ra-!"

His desperate plea was cut off when the red-head slammed his fist into his face sending his head down hard on the concrete floor below. Within seconds blood was pouring from a gash in his head; eyes dazed and confused from the blow. But he wasn't going to take pity or mercy . . . not any more.

Straddling his chest, he began to repeatedly throw punches to his face ignoring the crunches that could be heard every time he hit the old man. He was vaguely aware of the presence behind him but ignored it. Before long he was beginning to mutter along with his hits verging on the edge of insanity.

"Why, why, why, why, why? I'll kill you. I'll kill you! I'll smash your skull and that thick thing you call a brain – You don't deserve to be a father. You don't deserve to live!"

His father's head was now lolling to the side, blood trickling from his nose, mouth and nose; his face more purple than peach. His face was obviously smashed in and it wouldn't be a surprise if he had sustained brain he still continued. That was until strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist drawing him back. "No! He has to pay!" Ichigo screamed, thrashing around trying to finish what he started. "I'll kill him!"

"Ichi – stop!"

Ichigo stopped momentarily as Shiro spun him in his arms to look him in the eye. Pale hands cupped his face, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before murmuring, "Leave him,"

His pupils had now retracted, leaving only a pinprick of black as he realised what he had just been about to do. Ichigo risked a peek at Isshin his hand instantly covering his mouth before he had the urge to vomit. If it wasn't for Shiro's secure arms holding him up he would have collapsed on the floor, his knees were that weak. "What have I done?" he whispered to himself, trying not to let his eyes avert to the injured man collapsed on the ground.

"Shh," Shiro cooed, pulling him in and letting Ichigo bury his head in his chest.

Ichigo hid himself, ashamed at what he had done. He was so lost in his guilt that he almost didn't hear the words that Shiro next spoke. "Come on – ta police will be 'ear soon as well as ta media,"

Ichigo pushed the albino away and stalked towards the dead body, crossing his arms over his chest as if it could hide the pain. "Fuck the media," he whispered roughly. "I'm staying here with Grimm,"

Shiro flinched slightly at the acidic tone used but agreed nonetheless as Ichigo sat back down next to the blunette, reaching over so that his limp head now rested in his lap. With nothing left to do but wait for the police, Ichigo began to run his fingers through the blue strands.

Throughout the night that was all he could think about; his fingers brushing over satin hair. He promised himself he would never forget that sensation even when the doctors insisted he wasn't allowed to see him before he was buried revealing that the moment in the headquarters was his last time seeing, smelling and touching doctors didn't even bat an eyelid when he began to breakdown, trying to remember that feeling again. All they did was ask Shiro to escort him home - probably didn't want another dead body on their hands.

When the couple got home from the hospital neither could be bothered to think about the past arguments, Isshin - who was now in custody - or the fact that they would have to plan a funeral. They simply collapsed on the bed, holding each other close both having one promise on their mind.

I won't let you die in vain, Grimm – I swear . . .

Wow . . . okay much closer to the end than I thought – probably 1-2 chapters left! This was a short one because it led off from the last.

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