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Renji clicked his tongue and sighed when he saw the open window.

"Typical…"

Grimm and Shiro's heads snapped towards him, their gazes curious.

"Where is he?"

Renji didn't say anything. He merely pointed towards the window. Grimmjow cursed under his breath and immediately moved to run out of the room, but Shiro stopped him by grabbing the back of his shirt.

"Where the fuck do ya think yer goin'?"

Grimmjow snarled and smacked the pale hand away from him with a strong sweep of his arm.

"To talk ta Ichi! What else!?" He barked back.

Renji quickly got between the two feuding men when Shirosaki looked like he was about to pounce.

"Guys! This isn't the fucking time ta fight! Ichigo's out there, all alone, at Twelve O'clock in the fucking morning, and there've been a lot of gangs lurking around. So you two, shut the fuck up and help me find my moronic little brother!" He spat and his face was flushing with anger by the end of his little speech. Grimmjow and Shirosaki glanced at each other and then looked away with frowns on their faces. Renji nodded and then started dragging one of them towards the door. "Now that you two are finished… Grimmjow, you're coming with me to find Ichigo. We need to talk… and I want to keep an eye on you. Shirosaki. You stay here in case Ichigo comes back. And if he does, then make sure he stays here!"

Shirosaki was about to protest, but the moment he opened his mouth, the door was slammed shut.

"Fuuuuuuuck!"

Ichigo huffed and stared down at his bare feet as he walked down the sidewalk.

'Maybe I should've grabbed some shoes…'

He then realized what he was wearing and thought maybe he should've grabbed a better shirt too, because Renji's shirt was trying desperately to cling to his smaller frame, but failing miserably.

'Renji… I love you, dammit, but sometimes you get too intense… I should've known this would happen eventually. There was no way I would be able to keep Grimmjow a secret for so long. And how was I supposed to know that Shiro and Grimm were such good buddies—That bastard never talked about his friends or his work. Oh dammit—I'm being such a hypocrite! I never told Grimmjow who my brother was, or the fact that I had four other siblings… Not that this matters anymore! There's no way I'm getting back together with that psychopath! HE—'

Ichigo was roughly dragged from his thoughts when his face met with something solid, making his nose bend awkwardly.

"Ow…" He mumbled while rubbing his poor nose and then he peeked up to see what he stumbled into. His eyes widened slightly when he realized that it was a person's back. Said person was glaring over their right shoulder at him.

The orangette hastily took a step back as the man whipped around to stare him down. This man was easily over six and a half feet tall with straight, ink-black hair that framed his narrow face. Also, a white patch adorned his face, completely covering his left eye, so Ichigo could only stare into the narrowed right eye. It was hard to decipher eye color with the street lights glaring down on them.

"Watch where yer going, ya fruit."

Ichigo scowled up at the man for the nickname, but then his expression withered into one of slight worry when he noticed five other men that were shifting to see what the commotion was. Auburn eyes narrowed into a scowl when he noticed the men were slowly starting to form a circle around him.

"Sorry about that. I'll just be on my way…" Ichigo tried to double back and retrace his steps to Renji's, only to run straight into another man whose arms were open and ready to grab him.

Ichigo, angry and a little panicked, quickly head-butted the dark-haired male holding onto him and threw him off so that he could start running, but he was only able to get a few steps of freedom before he was snatched up. The tall man hooked his arm around Ichigo's throat and lifted him into the air so that his toes barely touched the ground.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

Ichigo coughed as his already bruised neck was pinched into the man's elbow and he clawed uselessly at the arms pinning him back.

The poor dandelion quickly looked away and closed his eyes when he felt more arms take hold of his flailing legs, keeping them still as he was dragged into a dark alley.

To Ichigo's undying relief, the men holding him froze when they heard a voice calling out to them. Everyone turned and watched as a man came walking down the sidewalk towards them. It was hard to tell the features of the person because of the night, but judging by the silhouette, he was definitely male. A very… large male. With hulking shoulders and a thick build. Ichigo's heart was beating erratically as he waited for whatever would happen next.

"Whatchya got there, Nnoitra?"

Relief quickly turned to disappointment after hearing that and Ichigo's frustration grew when he felt the taller man's chest vibrate with a soft chuckle as he relaxed.

They must know each other…

"Hey, man! Look't what we caught!"

As the new stranger finally came to a stop under the light, Ichigo felt his panic rise anew and he once again began his struggle for freedom when recognition hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Ho ho! A feisty one!" The man laughed as he took another giant step forward. "Wait… You look really familiar…" Ichigo nearly choked on a sob when the man grabbed hold of his chin and he was forced to look at that familiar sharp-toothed grin. That unmistakably yellow eye and the familiar scars that traced along his muscular face.

"Oh my… It can't be! Berryhead! Is that really you!? Well if this isn't the best surprise I've had in a while! Do you remember me? Well, of course you would—after all, we were such great friends in high school…"

Ichigo shivered in fear, but gulped down the lump in his throat to whisper under his breath.

"K-Kenpachi."

Said man's slight smirk stretched into a baleful grin.

"Dammit, Ichi…"

Renji's eyes snapped towards the enraged man striding a step beside him.

"You're not allowed to call my brother by that name, or any nickname from now on, you brute."

Grimmjow's gaze narrowed and a growl practically shot from his throat.

"Don't fuck wit me righ' now, asshole. I just wanna find Ichigo before something bad happens to him."

Renji shut his mouth at that, because, honestly, Grimmjow was right. This was no time to fight. When the redhead didn't say anything in return, Grimmjow nodded and began jogging forward, forcing the redhead to also jog to keep up.

Karakura was a fucking ghost town.

There was no one.

It wasn't that odd, because not many places were open this late, and any sane person would know better than to roam the streets at night when all the gangs prowled in the dark.

After about twenty minutes of weaving through the streets and checking every dark alley, they finally heard what sounded like footsteps.

It grew closer and closer. Renji and Grimmjow quickly looked at each other when they realized that whoever it was was running straight towards the alley they were currently residing.

Grimmjow swiftly pressed himself against the brick wall and readied himself as the mystery person got closer. Once they were just about to pass, Grimmjow shot out his arm and pulled the person into the dark. As they were pulled in, they yelped in surprise, but then it turned into a low growl. Grimmjow didn't even have time to look at who it was before he got a swift elbow to the gut and a fist to the face.

"God DAMMIT!" Grimmjow cursed as pain flooded his cheek.

"Oh… It was just you… oops."

Renji shook his head and sighed when he realized who it was.

"I thought I told you to stay at the place, Shiro."

"Ya can't expect me ta stand by when there's a damsel in distress!"

"Whatever. We're wastin' time. I have a bad feeling that Ichi's in trouble." And without another word, Grimmjow raced out of the alley to continue his search.

Renji and Shiro exchanged glances before following in step.

Grimmjow quickly rounded a corner and paused when he noticed a group of men walking out of an alley right beside a convenience store which was closed for the night. He watched as they all laughed and pushed at each other playfully, but then he narrowed his eyes when he recognized one of them.

Nnoitra.

That tall, skinny bastard.

'What's he doing in this part of town?'

Grimmjow grunted softly when he felt Shiro and Renji run into him from turning the corner.

"What the fuck ar—"

He immediately shut up his albino friend with a forceful hand over his lips. Shiro was about to rip his hand away and start throwing a tantrum, but he calmed when Grimmjow made a motion to shut the fuck up and then pointed towards the group of misfits.

All three of them, silent as the dead, moved further into the shadow of the building so they could get closer without being seen.

"Ahw man, why you gotta be such a cocksucker? I found the kid, so I shoulda been able ta 'ave my way with 'im." Nnoitra, the tallest one griped to this other tall guy, who Grimmjow assumed was the leader.

"Like I said before, I 'ave history with the kid, So I was the only one who could touch 'im. Not that Ichigo probably woulda cared—judging by the marks I saw on him, he probably gets raped often. Not surprising since he was walkin' around at night lookin' like that. He's as much a slut now as he was in high school, I guess." The leader ranted in a deep, baritone voice, and what he said made Grimmjow's blood boil atop his tensed muscles.

Renji accidentally let a gasp slip from his lips when he finally realized just who that bastard was.

The men must've heard him, because all heads turned to the direction that they were hiding.

"Fuck…" Grimmjow cursed under his breath, then he glared at Renji accusingly, but the redhead was too busy glaring daggers at that one man.

"Ren, what are you doin'?!" Shiro whispered harshly as the redhead stepped out of the shadows and into the street light, revealing himself to the men.

"What do you want!?" Nnoitra was the first to speak, using his long legs to step forward until he was towering above Renji, stance threatening.

However, the redhead paid him no mind. His burning, crimson gaze was locked with Kenpachi's, who was sneering in disdain.

They both obviously recognized each other.

Nnoitra, getting pissed about being ignored, was about grab hold of Renji's throat, but Shirosaki quickly stepped forward and grasped the man's wrist. Nnoitra's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly snatched his hand back, only to take a few steps backwards in what Shiro could only assume was fear.

Let's just say that he and Nnoitra have had a few… misunderstandings.

"Well, well… Tonight is just full of surprises." Kenpachi growled, stepping forward until he was but a mere inch away from Renji, their foreheads practically touching. They both could feel the heat of each other's rage pouring out of them like steam. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised though… You were always berryhead's little watch-dog. Even through middle school, before you were even brothers. You never let that luscious lil' berry outta your sights."

Renji narrowed his eyes but didn't take the bait. He merely breathed through his nose to calm himself before speaking in a cool and collected voice.

"Where is he?"

"Like hell I'll let you take him and get away unscathed, Abarai. You're the one outnumbered this time."

"You think that'll make a difference? You start this fight and you'll find your teeth embedded into the curb faster than you can blink…" Renji hissed, his upper lip rising in the beginning of a snarl.

Kenpachi took a few steps back and chuckled in amusement which had Nnoitra and his other men joining in.

"Okay, Abarai. I'll make you a deal. You and me—one on one. You win—I'll let ya take the sweet berryhead home, and I won't even so much as look at him ever again." Kenpachi explained seriously, and before Renji could even spit at him, the bastard raised his hand and made a signal to one of his men in the back.

Because he was still hidden in the shadows, Grimmjow held back the animalistic snarl that itched at the back of his throat when Ichigo was finally revealed to them. Shirosaki and Renji, however, growled freely, showing their hate towards the assholes holding their friend.

What made everything worse was that the delicate dandelion looked absolutely terrible. There were all sorts of new bruises covering his body and he was practically naked. The only thing that gave him any sort of decency was the large shirt, which was now ripped and torn; Blood dripped onto the collar from a gash on Ichigo's once plump, smooth lips, and those once perfectly shaped cheekbones were swollen and turning purple.

The worst was the sight of what looked like dried blood and semen smeared all over the inside of his thighs.

Ichigo looked like he was barely able to stand—barely even able to stay conscious.

"S-sorry Ren… I—" Ichigo choked out, but he was silenced when the man holding him pressed a knife to his throat.

Renji looked absolutely livid with rage, eyes wide and wavering in a crazed way. Shirosaki hovered a hand over the redhead's shoulder, just in case the man decided to do something rash, but Renji, surprisingly, stayed where he was.

Shirosaki took over the conversation, since the redhead didn't seem like he could think straight.

"And if he loses?"

Kenpachi grinned a grin that just screamed sadistic intent.

"When Renji loses, and he's lying on the ground, defeated, I'll make him watch helplessly as all of us fuck his precious wittle brother one by one. Over and over and over again until the berry's blood is soaking the ground."

Shiro didn't even attempt to hold his redheaded friend back—because it was hard enough keeping himself from leaping at the asshole. Hell, even Grimmjow had to dig his nails into his palm in order to keep himself in check.

Kenpachi smirked with glee and Ichigo turned his head away as the first punch was thrown.

Renji saw it coming and shifted his body sideways to dodge. The huge fist barely grazed his cheek and he used Kenpachi's forward momentum to bring out his own fist and punch the man's rock hard stomach. He didn't bother trying to hit Kenpachi's face because it was too high up—If he tried, he would probably leave himself wide open.

Kenpachi's grin widened when he felt the punch and he looked up, making Renji tense nervously. Out came his right fist, then his left—moving much faster than before. The third blow landed on Renji's breastplate and the fifth made a direct hit to his cheek.

Grimmjow slowly breathed in through his nose, clearing the angry fog that was blurring his vision. He looked past Kenpachi and Renji as they exchanged blows to see Ichigo, and he tried to think of something he could do to help. There was no way he could run out of his hiding place—they'll see him instantly and the asshole holding Ichigo might do something he would regret. Grimmjow slowly stepped back, dragging his hands along the wall until he could feel the edge. He looked and saw that the alley was empty.

He could make his was around this building and sneak up behind them. Nodding to himself Grimmjow silently ran off.

Shirosaki, on the other hand, was waiting for an opportunity to help his hot headed roommate.

There was no way the redhead could bring down this brute on his own—he was just too scrawny in comparison. Even with Renji's movements being fueled by rage and the need to get back his little brother.

Although, Renji was holding his own.

He was doing well to dodge most of the attacks—but every blow he landed on Kenpachi seemed to just bounce off.

Shirosaki huffed out an annoyed breath when Renji's fist once again struck Kenpachi's abdomen, but it didn't have any affect. His muscles were too thick to do any damage to the organs beneath. Shiro quickly rushed forward, finally seeing his opportunity to intervene when Renji was suddenly swept off his feet with a giant swing of Kenpachi's leg.

Shiro jumped up and over Kenpachi while grabbing hold of his chin. Pale fingers dug into the man's jawbone so that he could keep pulling backwards, unbalancing the giant man. Kenpachi glared up at Shiro just before landing flat on his back. He immediately went to get back up, but Shirosaki slammed his foot on Kenpachi's sternum, making the ribs around it creak with protest.

Renji pushed himself to his feet, panting, and then glared towards his friend.

"I didn't need your help!" He growled, his intimidating stance withering when he had to reach around his side to hold onto his right arm, which was probably dislocated.

Shiro looked over towards Kenpachi's men.

All of them were ready to pounce on command. Nnoitra, however, seemed hesitant. He wasn't too excited about getting into another fight with the pale monster, but he knew that they at least outnumbered him.

Kenpachi narrowed his eyes and finally grabbed hold of Shirosaki's foot while his attention was elsewhere. Shiro cursed under his breath as he was pulled to the floor and then dragged into the air when Kenpachi stood to his full height.

"That fight was between me an' Renji. Since you interfered, I think we should count that as a loss for you guys. Poor berry will have to spend the night with us." Kenpachi chortled with this sick grin on his face. Renji gasped and quickly ran up to the man, still cradling his arm.

"No! Please! Just let him go!"

Shirosaki sneered at the asshole holding him and then he swung himself sideways to look passed Kenpachi and see Ichigo.

What he saw made his sneer flip into a smirk.

"I think that'd be hard ta do when yer 'leverage' has been confiscated…"

Kenpachi understood what Shiro was getting at, and turned to see where Ichigo was supposed to be, only to find two of his lackeys lying face down on the pavement. He growled deep down in his throat and released the foot he was gripping, causing Shiro to fall on his face.

Shirosaki cursed and rubbed at his poor nose as he got up and walked to Renji's side.

"Come on. Let's go, Red. Grimm's got 'im. They're probably on their way back ta our place."

Renji nodded absently, but he didn't budge. His eyes remained glued to Kenpachi, who was now staring right back at him.

"You stay the fuck away from him…" The redhead warned with a growl before finally turning away.

Shirosaki's eyes narrowed when he heard the dark chuckle that echoed eerily down the street, but he never turned around. That maniac wasn't worth their time anymore.

TBC

Okay duckies~ This is the last chapter i have in stock

I was putting up the chapters I had whenever i felt that people were starting to get interested

So now I'll have to start writing more chapters when i have time

Hopefully you guys will be patient with me

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