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"Yo, where do ya want this thing?"

Deep cyan eyes glanced up at the men standing in his living room, a Brand new widescreen television held between their large hands.

"Obviously it attaches ta the mount on the wall in the direction the couch is facin'…"

Two sets of eyes narrowed into a glare at his snarky reply, but neither man said a word as they did as instructed.

Grimmjow scoffed and then returned his attention to his laptop.

Since he fucked up the deal with Byakuya, Aizen decided to put Grimmjow in charge of all the boring shipment work. He had to go through mountains of papers and compare all the totals to the longggggg electronic spreadsheets to make sure there weren't any discrepancies.

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes tiredly, feeling extremely worn out.

Well… Mentally anyway.

He fucking hated his job.

He hated his boss.

And he especially hated how empty the apartment was…

Grimmjow quickly shook his head and growled at where his thoughts were heading. He really didn't want to depress himself by thinking of Ichigo right now.

"Is this the one we're takin' in?"

Grimmjow bit back the snappy retort just begging to escape when dumbass number one gestured towards the smashed in TV by the door.

"Yeah, that's the one." He said instead, but the snarl was still in his voice.

"Jus' tryin' to do our job, man…" Dumbass number two grumbled before they started walking towards the exit.

Grimmjow sighed and stood to walk them out. He stopped them for a second and gave them each a twenty dollar tip before they walked out, to which both men nodded gratefully. They grabbed the smashed in TV and left without a word.

Grimmjow tapped his fingers along the door thoughtfully before slowly closing it. He then reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.

Maybe he could call Shiro and see how Ichigo was doing…

After a second of hesitation, Grimmjow just decided 'fuck it' and punched into his contacts. He scrolled down until he saw his friend's familiar smirking face.

Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring…

Grimmjow thought it would go to voicemail, but then the other line finally answered and he heard a low grumbling noise which resembled a 'Hello?'

"The fuck? Did you just wake up? It's like 1 in the afternoon, man."

More unintelligible grumbling.

"Dude. Are you hungover?" Grimmjow snorted when there was a silent pause.

"My 'ead's killin' me…"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"You gonna be okay? Ya want me to come over with the cure?" That's what he would normally do on days like this. He'd make a concoction—from things you're better off not knowing, but gets rid of hangovers like a motherfucker—and bring it over to the little hung-over bastard.

"No!"

Grimmjow jumped in surprise at the sudden shout and then he narrowed his eyes in both worry and slight suspicion. When he thought about it though, he figured it might just be because Ichigo wasn't ready to see him yet…

When he didn't reply right away, Shirosaki started cursing into the phone.

"Fuckin' hell… Shit… Fuck…"

"You okay..?"

"Dammit, Grimmjow… Look. We need to talk."

By the seriousness in his tone, and the fact that he used his actual name, Grimmjow couldn't help but grow a little wary.

"Is everything okay? Did somethin' happen ta Ichigo?"

Shirosaki replied right away and with each sentence he sounded a little more coherent.

"He's fine… I guess. Well, I mean he's not in any trouble or nothin'. Fuckin' goddammit. I need ta tell you this shit in person."

"Uhm.." Grimmjow was at a loss for words; he really didn't know how to react in this situation.

In all of the years he's known Shiro, the man has never once had to talk to him about something this serious and let alone in person. Sure, Shiro liked to lecture him about the stupid shit he does, but it was nothing more than friendly warnings or encouragements.

"Alright... Come on over then."

"Gimme time ta get ready. I'll be there in about thirty minutes."

Grimmjow shrugged and started making his way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure thing, buddy. I'll have some o' that hangover stuff ready for ya when you come over."

"… 'Ave I ever told you how much I love ya?"

Grimmjow couldn't help the smirk that crawled along his face. Shirosaki always said that when he was either completely shitfaced or receiving the 'cure' the day after being shitfaced.

"Get outta here with that gay shit an' get your ass up here already."

All he heard was laughter on the other line before it went dead and he found himself chuckling as well.

Just as he was about to start rummaging in the fridge for the ingredients, he paused when there was loud knocking at the door.

More like slamming really.

It was three solid knocks which had the door shuddering on its hinges.

He quickly looked around the living room, figuring it was one of the guys from earlier and maybe they left something. Grimmjow spotted a wallet on the floor and rolled his eyes. He snatched it up before heading to the door, not bothering to check the peephole.

"Figures you morons would for… get…" He trailed off when he finally got a good look at the man standing in the hall way.

This was definitely not one of the guys from earlier.

"Heard you were askin' about me." A deep rumbling voice spoke and it sounded menacing enough on its own without that large, sharp-toothed grin to go along with it.

Recognition pierced through Grimmjow when he saw the eye-patch covering the man's right eye, and a growl ripped through him.

"You've got a lota nerve showin' up here." Grimmjow dropped the wallet and snarled, his hands tightening into hard fists. "How'd you find my address anyway?"

That menacing grin never left the man's face as he lifted a scarred brow and then also clenched his own fists.

"My bud, Nnoitra—ya know, the guy you fucked up yesterday—may have found his way through your company's computer n' just so happened to stumble across your information…" Kenpachi's grin grew ever so slightly when he noticed Grimmjow's fists twitch like he was already going to attack. So, just to wind him up even more, Kenpachi added, "Oh and he also told me that Ichigo's your fuck-toy. Berry-boy wouldn't happen to be around now, would he? I'd love to say hi."

"Fuck you!" Grimmjow spat, eyes filling with unbridled rage.

Kenpachi cackled at that before quickly shoving Grimmjow back into his apartment so he could step inside and slam the door shut behind them.

"Sorry, but you 'aint my type, blue. Thanks for the offer though~"

Grimmjow regained his balance quickly and sneered at the man once more.

"Get the fuck outta my home, you piece of shit."

Kenpachi's grin finally dropped into a tight-lipped frown and his one visible eye narrowed dangerously, but Grimmjow didn't give a shit. He'd fight this asshole, tooth and nail.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you." Kenpachi snarled, deep voice rumbling within his large chest.

"I'd like ta see you try."

Brown eyes lazily peeled themselves open while a groggy moan escaped parched lips. Orange hair was in complete disarray, and a slight sheen of sweat covered his body, making the sheets cling to him. Worst part was the migraine pulsing and throbbing against his entire skull. His skin stuck to the damp sheets as he shifted around, trying to get comfortable again, but after a while, he finally decided that he should get up.

That's when he finally realized that he was naked.

Completely butt-ass-naked.

It took him a moment, but Ichigo was finally able to capture all the little bits of memory from last night and bind them together so that he could figure out what exactly led to his state of undress.

But then he wished he hadn't.

'Shiiiiit….'

Groaning, Ichigo quickly sat up, regretting it immediately when his head throbbed.

If he could just make it to the kitchen, then he'd be okay.

Once Ichigo finished dressing himself (in Renji's clothes, because his bags were in Shiro's room), he slowly opened the bedroom door and peered outside. When he didn't see anyone, he carefully tiptoed his way to the kitchen. As he rounded the corner, he nearly sighed in relief at not being caught, but it stuck in his throat when he noticed that there was someone standing at the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Ichigo felt his body stiffen when crimson eyes flashed up and locked with his own. He wanted to turn and run away from Renji's gaze, but that serious look in his eyes kept him pinned to the spot.

"Afternoon…"

Ichigo swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a scratchy gasp. He had to swallow a few times to get his throat wet enough to speak.

"Hey, Ren…"

Said redhead closed his eyes and nodded before gesturing towards the dining table.

"Take a seat."

Ichigo immediately obeyed, not sure what would happen to him now after everything he did last night… but all he did was pour Ichigo a cup of ice-cold water, hand him a bottle of aleve, and heat up some breakfast for him.

Ichigo was completely stunned.

Usually Renji wasn't the calm type. He'd rather headbutt you then talk things out civilly.

Ichigo slowly looked down at the food and felt his mouth water instantly. Homemade beef stew with dumplings—his favorite~

"Thanks." He grinned up at the man happily before digging in, thinking that maybe today wouldn't be as bad as he expected it to be.

"Mhmm." Renji hummed in reply as he took a seat opposite of the table, still sipping at his drink.

They both remained silent as Ichigo finished and Renji didn't speak up until Ichigo swallowed the pill and then chugged the rest of the water.

"We need to talk."

Ichigo felt his heart twist a little and then his pulse jumped nervously. He knew this was coming…

He was stupid to hope that Renji would forget the whole thing and never EVER bring it up.

"Y-yeah…" Ichigo finally agreed and he sighed before finally looking up into Renji's eyes. If they were going to talk about it, then it was best to get it over with. Just then they heard a door open and turned to see Shirosaki walking out of his room. He wore form-fitting dark jeans, a crimson sleeveless shirt and thick black boots.

Flashy, yet casual.

He was too busy zipping up his black hoodie to see them at first, but when he did, Ichigo felt his whole face heat up when inverted eyes locked with his.

Shirosaki didn't seem embarrassed at all, but he did show a little bit of nervousness by shifting his feet and looking away.

"Mornin', guys…"

Renji snorted and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"Wouldn't consider it 'morning' right now… but whatever."

Shirosaki winced slightly at the tone and then grumbled under his breath before turning to walk out of the apartment.

"What? You're not gonna stay and talk about the shit you pulled last night?" Renji called without turning in his seat, knowing he'd hit a nerve when he heard the pause in Shiro's footsteps. Ichigo leaned in his chair to peer around the corner. He saw the paler male's shoulders stiffen and then he peered over his shoulder to glare in Renji's direction.

"Nah…. You know exactly what the fuck happened—I 'aint gonna make up excuses. Yeah, I was drunk, but I wanted ta get in his pants way b'fore that. You guys go ahead an' have your silly little family-drama-fest. I'm gonna go let Grimm know what happened." He let a strained smirk spread across his face and winked in Ichigo's direction before continuing towards the door. He stopped though when the orangette shot up and grabbed his arm.

"Don't!"

Ichigo heard Renji sigh while Shirosaki just gave him this bored look.

"He 'as a right ta know... It's better that he hears about it now, rather than later." He said while gently prying Ichigo's delicate fingers from his arm.

"But I didn't—"

"I'll make sure he knows it 'aint your fault, okay? I took ya to that bar an' took advantage of ya while you were intoxicated. We both know you wouldn't a' let me do that if you were sober…"

Ichigo bit his lip and looked down at his shuffling feet.

"That's… not entirely true…"

"What!?"

Ichigo flinched when he heard Renji's shout, accompanied by the screeching of a chair sliding against the kitchen tiles. Then the sound of footsteps had him turning so he could look at both males.

"Look… I don't think I'm ready to have sex yet after… Well…." He paused and rubbed the back of his neck when fond memories assaulted his mind, but then he moved on, knowing that they both knew exactly what he was getting at. "But that doesn't mean I haven't been craving intimacy. Grimmjow LEFT for five months!" He groaned, knowing how stupid and desperate he sounded, but it was the truth. He was horny, and dammit if Shiro wasn't hot as hell, and it didn't help that he knew that both him and Renji liked him that way. "And when he came back… I mean… yeah, we technically fucked, but there was absolutely no intimacy!" The words felt heavy on his tongue. He hated talking bad about Grimmjow, especially now that he was trying to give the man a second chance… "And then Kenpachi… I… I can still feel his hands on me sometimes."

Renji felt himself melt little by little when he saw Ichigo's arms wrap around himself protectively, as if he could feel Kenpachi grabbing him in that very moment. Shirosaki closed his eyes and had to breathe through his nose to stop the sympathy welling up inside him.

"I… I know it's no excuse… I really do. But for now, I'd like to feel loved—if only for a little while. It's too soon for me to run back to Grimmjow, because I can still remember all the pain he's inflicted, and it stirs up bad memories…"He paused to let the words sink in before continuing. "Shirosaki." Said male opened his eyes to lock gazes with him, and Ichigo pursed his lips when he saw that the man was keeping his face purposefully void of any emotion. "You've been very sweet and generous to me since I've met you, and you always seem to know what to do and what to say…"

Shiro looked away and stuffed his hands into his pockets with a shrug of his shoulders. "You could say I got a soft spot for dandelions…"

Ichigo ignored the nickname and then let his eyes switch to Renji, who had remained quiet and still this whole time.

"Renji… I don't know why you felt you couldn't tell me sooner." Red eyes filled with regret and sorrow, making Ichigo smile sadly. "And I don't know what I should be telling you… Except that when I think about it… About us, I guess…I'm not at all disgusted or upset by it." Ichigo shook his head with a small frown when he saw slight hope spark in those big, familiar eyes that always made him feel at ease.

"What does that mean though?" Renji asked hesitantly, wanting to know and yet scared to hear the answer.

Ichigo shook his head.

"I wish I knew…"

Shirosaki huffed out a breath as the cap on his patience finally popped—due to emotional tension, a splitting headache, and nausea from his long-lasting hangover.

"Look, dandelion. You can be confused and desperate all day long—it don't change the fact that both me an' Red kissed you, and got kissed by you. So—unless you're gonna tell him yourself—I'm headin' over to Grimm's. You are more than welcome ta join me."

Ichigo pursed his lips and fiddled with his hands for a bit before shaking his head.

"I told him I'd contact him when I was ready to talk, but I wouldn't even know what to say to him right now… I'm just going to walk around town and try to think things over…" With that said, he quickly pushed past Renji to get to Shiro's room so he could change into a pair of his own clothes.

Renji sighed and rubbed at his temples before watching Shiro shrug and finally walk out of the apartment, slamming the door a little too hard behind him.

He didn't realize how long he stood there, just staring at the wood of the door, until he heard Ichigo finally come out of the room. He turned to see that his little brother was dressed casually with his purple long-sleeved shirt and wash-out jeans.

Ichigo paused to look him in the eyes as he made his way towards the exit.

Renji was about to let him just leave, knowing how his brother usually gets during difficult times—but, before he could really stop himself, he found his hand snapping out to catch the orangette's elbow before he reached the door.

"Ichi…" He said, wincing at the pitifully desperate tone in his voice, "I need you to talk to me… I have to know what you're thinking." When Ichigo remained silent, he edged forward and gathered the smaller male into his arms before continuing. "Just say what's on your mind. Ask me anything. We really need to talk about all of this…"

For a while he really thought Ichigo wouldn't say anything, but, just as he was about to finally let him go, Ichigo mumbled something into his shoulder.

He leaned back a bit and slowly lifted the other's face by his chin so they could look each other in the eye.

"What did you say?"

Ichigo gnawed on his lip for a moment before finally sighing and repeating, "Do you remember prom?"

Renji raised a curious brow at the random question but slowly nodded. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he never thought Ichigo would actually catch on to it or even remember.

"When I found out that Shinji planned to take Hiyori instead of me, you offered to take his place because you said Shuuhei didn't really want to go… But that wasn't true, was it?" Renji closed his eyes and then slowly nodded his head while readying himself for whatever Ichigo would say next. "You ditched your own boyfriend so that you could make sure I went with someone…" Another slow nod. "Did you know that he would break up with you the next day?" A sigh to accompany the nod this time.

"Actually, he broke up with me the day I called him and told him I wasn't taking him to prom…"

Crimson eyes snapped open when he heard the amused snort.

Ichigo was giving him that deadpanned look with the raised brow.

"I don't blame him… He knew you never really loved him, I guess that was what finally did it for him."

Renji bit his lip for a moment and then averted his eyes.

"How long have you known…?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Since yesterday… Ran into Shuuhei at the hookah bar."

Renji nodded and huffed out a breath.

"Forgot he worked there."

It was silent after that as both men thought back to that day at Prom.

Ichigo felt his cheeks heat a little when he remembered how Renji kept pulling him towards the middle of the dance floor so that they could dance together. Ichigo was never really the best dancer, but that didn't seem to matter when Renji gathered him up and pretty much spun him in circles—alternating between slow rocking motions and excited hopping depending on the music playing. What he thought had been just fun brotherly attention turned out to be so much more now that he could put all the pieces together.

He thought back to how he and Renji held hands around the party that day, and how they found their way outside to the gardens surrounding the complex. They'd been completely alone and Ichigo used to think it was just because his brother had a headache… But now he finally understood why Renji's face had been so red and why he looked so nervous…

He was about to confess.

Of course, Shinji just had to show up and make a big scene in that exact moment.

Obviously the night had been ruined after that, but, until that moment, Ichigo enjoyed his time at Prom. And it was all thanks to Renji.

Said man's tattooed brows furrowed and he slowly took a step back. He was about ready to give up, but he stopped when Ichigo lifted a hand and rested it against his cheek. They stared at each other for another moment before Renji finally gave in and leaned forward.

After the first kiss he'd stolen from Ichigo yesterday, it was like his will to fight had started chipping away. Each time he got near Ichigo, the urge to hold him grew like a plague—eating away at his very soul.

Lord knew how he was able to hold himself back last night when Ichigo did those… things…

Of course, he'd grown up with Ichigo so he was used to having these urges to touch Ichigo—especially during puberty… But last night had been the first time that Ichigo ever actually looked at him in a non-brotherly way.

That was something that he'd only been able to dream about up until now.

If Renji hadn't've seen that look in his roommate's eyes, and if he hadn't've felt like he had to stop Shiro from walking into the room, Renji's protective instincts would never have kicked in and he would've been stuck in 'erect-mode' for the rest of the night until he finally caved to Ichigo's luscious moans.

Urgh—just thinking about it had Renji's libido spiking.

Ichigo wasn't the only one who's been lonely and horny the past few months.

Their mouths melded together and Renji felt something snap inside him when Ichigo hummed with pleasure. He quickly grabbed the smaller's shoulders and maneuvered him until he had him pressed to the wall, lips wrapping around each other until he could nibble and lightly suck on that inviting lower lip.

Ichigo took in quick, excited breaths through his nose as he felt his lip being nipped at, and he felt his knees shake when a tongue slowly crept out and pressed its way between his teeth to delve down into his throat. It flicked against the roof of his mouth and then twirled around his own tongue expertly, flirting and dancing with it.

"Mngh~"

Ichigo had no clue when his hands had found their way into Renji's long, crimson locks, nor did he recall ever feeling his zipper getting pulled down—all he actually knew right then and there, was that his jeans were stuck halfway down his thighs and large, callused hands had found their way beneath his boxers to grab at his ass.

It wasn't until hard hipbones crashed into his own bruised ones that reality decided to give them a good kick in the balls.

Renji jumped away when he heard Ichigo's pained hiss.

"Fucking hell… I'm so sorry." Renji whispered softly with a strained look on his face as he reached out to the smaller male, but then he pulled away again as if he'd been burned.

Both males were a panting mess and their middles were still painfully hard.

Ichigo let out a long breath to try and calm himself before looking the redhead in the eyes.

"It's okay, Ren… Not like I was putting up a fight or anything."

Renji bit his lip and reached out once more. He let the very tips of his fingers gently run down the length of Ichigo's hard torso. He caressed the skin he found peeking out just below the shirt, making Ichigo's breath hitch.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Ichigo…" They were silent for a moment as they looked at each other's bodies, wondering what would happen if—"You need to leave." Renji suddenly said, and before Ichigo could argue, the redhead quickly walked away towards the kitchen.

Ichigo was tempted to chase after him and tell him to finish what he started, but he guessed it probably would be better if he went and cleared his head.

Shirosaki tried really hard to think of other things to distract him from his current situation, but nothing seemed to work.

Either his thoughts would take a sudden turn towards a certain orange-haired demon—he swears Ichigo was a male temptress sent from hell to test him—OR he would remember where he walking and why—which led his thoughts straight back to Ichigo, of course.

Shiro sighed and rubbed at his face tiredly as he waited for the elevator to finally open.

His head was throbbing horribly and he just couldn't wait to finally sit down and get some of that weird shit from Grimmjow.

His friend was a terrible cook, but he was a fuckin' whiz at making drinks—alcoholic, nonalcoholic, shakes, smoothies, you name it. He had no idea what was in the 'Cure' and he tried to find out at one point, but Grimmjow just gave him this really creepy smile and said, 'Are you sure you want to know?'

No. Shiro definitely didn't want to know.

If the stuff worked, then he didn't give a shit what he was drinking—as long as he had no clue what was in it.

DING

Shirosaki breathed in a sigh of relief and stepped out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, but he slowed his pace when he noticed a group of people gathered by a door at the end of the hall.

Normally, he wouldn't care what happened to other people—even his own neighbors, but when he saw that it was Grimmjow's door, it definitely piqued his interest.

He only recognized one of the three people gathered around the door: Grimmjow's neighbor, Uryuu. He was a dorky little thing that usually kept to himself and Shiro only liked him because he never came over and complained whenever Shirosaki and Grimm played their video games.

Wait… Now that Shiro thought about it—it's been a long ass time since he's been in this building.

About maybe a year.

Guess it makes sense now that he knows Grimm had been secretly dating Ichigo.

'I'd probably hide Dandelion away too if I had him to myself~'

Shirosaki quickly shook his head and huffed under his breath.

Stupid thoughts…

Once he was close enough, Shirosaki could finally make out the worried look on the gathered people's faces and it made his pace quicken.

"What's going on?" He asked urgently, making the two strangers he never met jump. They stared in awe at his strange looks while Uryuu snorted at them and then turned to answer him.

"I heard some strange noises coming from Mr. Jaegerjaque's—I ignored it at first because I know that he and his boyfriend usually get in a lot of arguments, but then it went completely silent. I peeked my head out to see what was going on, but I only caught a glimpse of the guy before he disappeared into the elevator. Then these two show up. Apparently one of them forgot their wallet in Grimm's apartment. But at least they got a good look at the man who left. I just finished calling the police when you appeared."

Shirosaki raised a brow at the small guy. He'd never heard him say so much, and he was kinda glad he hadn't. Uryuu had the most uninteresting tone of voice he'd ever heard.

"Did ya guys go in an' check to see if Grimm was alright?"

All three shook their heads before Uryuu spoke up for them again.

"The door's locked. We think either Mr. Jaegerjaques locked it after the man left, or the man probably had stolen a key and locked it before leaving. I think it's the second one, because I've tried knocking, but there's no answer."

Shirosaki felt a surge of worry twist his gut and he quickly shoved them away before digging into his pocket for his keys.

Grimmjow had given him a spare key years ago for safe keeping, and now it finally came in handy.

Once it was unlocked, Shiro pushed the door open and his senses were instantly on alert when the scent of blood washed over them.

He heard Uryuu take in a quick, uneasy breath and the other two looked to each other nervously.

Not wanting to waste another second, Shirosaki shot forward. He ran into the living room, finding it a complete disaster zone. He didn't bother taking in all of the details—he quickly scanned the area, but when he saw no sign of his friend, he moved on to the next room. With each place he searched, he found himself getting more and more frantic, until he finally made it to the bedroom. He didn't notice it at first—there was just so much blood everywhere, but when he looked to his right, his blood ran cold and his eyes widened when he finally noticed the familiar body of his best friend.

There he was, over by the balcony doors. His body was literally pinned to the wall.

Grimmjow was being held up by multiple kitchen knives, and not the sharp steak knives, but the dull butter knives you find in most American homes. The only reason why Shiro knew what kind of knives they were was because he saw a few of them lying in a bloody heap on the floor near Grimmjow's feet, which hovered a few inches above the ground.

Judging from the bleeding holes in his left shoulder, that's where he'd pulled the knives, but there were so many protruding from him that Shirosaki didn't know where to start.

He quickly ran up to Grimmjow, not even batting a lash when his feet splashed into the large puddle of blood.

First things first.

He took two full seconds to calm his nerves and push aside all of his emotions, because if he got emotional then he couldn't do this right.

Shirosaki took two fingers and pressed them to Grimmjow's bruised throat, just below his ear. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers, and for a few seconds he almost lost hope, but then he felt the sluggish throb of a pulse.

Good. He was still alive.

Shirosaki immediately set to work on the knives sticking out the most, because it meant they weren't quite as deep as the rest. He first went for the ones in the least worrisome places, like his right shoulder and his sides.

Thankfully none of them were in any dangerous spots like near his heart or any arteries.

Shirosaki leaned in and pressed his ear to his friend's chest, ignoring the blood that smeared across his face. he listened to the shallow breaths and 'tsk'ed when he could hear the faint gurgling of blood as it leaked into a punctured lung.

He stood back up and shuffled forward so he could support the bigger male's weight as he yanked out the rest of the deeply imbedded knives.

When he got the one in his right thigh out, he jumped when Grimmjow suddenly jerked and gasped. Shirosaki quickly pressed himself against the other to make sure he didn't move around too much before quickly pulling out the last few.

He slowly lowered the groaning male to the floor, away from the blood and knives littering the ground, and then sat beside him.

"Don't move too much." He demanded when Grimmjow started squirming around.

"Shiro…?"

Said white-haired man winced at the weak raspy voice that seemed to unfamiliar coming from his big blue friend.

"Yup. I'm here, buddy." He answered and leaned forward when he saw deep blue eyes open and look around. "The fuck happened to you…?"

He shook his head and snorted when he saw Grimmjow's large smirk spread across his blood-stained face.

"You think this is bad, you should see the other guy…"

Figures he'd go out a stubborn asshole even in the face of death.

"Grimm… who was it?" Shirosaki narrowed his eyes and softly growled in frustration when Grimmjow passed out. "Grimmjow! Don't you dare! YOU BETTER NOT DIE ON ME, YOU ASSHOLE!" He finally snapped.

There was no way he was losing his friend.

Thankfully the paramedics came running in at that point. They pushed Shirosaki out of the way and one of them dragged him towards the front door.

"Sir, are you injured?" The woman said once she saw all the blood smeared over Shiro's front.

He just shook his head and pushed her away before stumbling outside. He was still kind of in shock about what just happened.

Now he had to figure out who did it and put that asshole through much, much worse…

There was no way that fucker was a professional killer, so he had to be easy to find.

Yes, the guy didn't hit any vital points in Grimm's body—so it would almost seem professional, but any moron could learn about human anatomy. The whole scene was just too messy. Any pro would know that there were other ways to make someone suffer without the mess.

"Holy shit…"

Shirosaki snapped his eyes up to see the three men from before. They were all gawking at him—or the blood, rather.

He snapped his hand out and grabbed one of the strangers by the collar, not giving a damn that blood now stained his work shirt.

"You said ya saw the man who did this, right?" He asked in a deathly serious voice, his inverted eyes flashed with a dangerous glint and his lips were pressed into a tight frown. He was furious.

"Y-yeah. Uhm." The scrawny, brown-haired guy was shaking uncontrollably and he looked as if he was staring death itself in the face. "He was super tall and fuckin' ripped. H-he had long black hair and a scar over his left eye. A-and he had an eye-patch over the other."

Shirosaki instantly dropped the guy when recognition hit him.

Kenpachi?!

He didn't hear or even want to know anything else the guy said. He quickly dropped him, turned on his heel, and sprinted towards the exit.

He'd kill that fucker or die trying.

TBC

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Soooo… Yeahhh…

I think this is the longest chapter so far

There's definitely a lot of drama

More teasing for Ichigo—but no sexy time yet~

Bet you guys didn't expect all that shit to go down! WOOOOO!

Sorry about the very late update~….

I got sucked into my newest story

-nervous laughter-

But I haven't given up on my stories

Just give me time

Love you, ducklings~