Lies Open Prison Doors

by GrimmIchiForeva

Ichigo Kurosaki tries to settle down and live a normal life. But when cops come knocking on his door, his past finally catches up to him. It doesn't seem like the end of the world at first: Just serve the 8 months in Karakura and get out, but then he winds up in a Max Prison called Hueco Mundo instead where he runs into his crazy ex. Warnings and Pairings inside. Yaoi

21. Chapter 20 Lockdown PRT 1

Chapter 20: Lockdown (Part 1)

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Grimmjow was acutely aware of his surroundings as they walked through the complex, searching for anything worth remembering—like blindspots, or weaknesses, but nothing stood out. This horribly massive place was more heavily guarded than the maximum-security prison he just left…

However, unlike Hueco Mundo's nonlethal protection (Excluding the Snipers in each tower), these guards were armed to the teeth—loaded with pistols, bulletproof vests, combat knives, and lord knows what else.

Grimmjow continued inspecting the men as they passed, and he slowly realized they weren't 'legitimate' guards—more like hired thugs.

How could he tell? Because he recognized most of them from his time on the streets of Las Noches. There was no fucking way a 'legal establishment' would hire these shitheads…

Only one guard stood out to him as he passed, even though he was wearing the same outfit as everyone else (white button-up shirt with dark pants), there was something about the way he carried himself; the confident gait and piercing gaze. The man was tall and there was a thin scar by his left brow partially hidden beneath dark, wavy hair. Grimmjow couldn't pinpoint exactly why this guy stood out to him, except that he was obviously not from Las Noches.

Tucking away that observation for later, Grimmjow returned his attention to Grant, "Didja get the whole damn city to guard this place? You expectin' an attack 'r somethin'?"

He wasn't the only one uncomfortable with the situation; Nelliel was squeezing his fingers with more strength than he expected. He could feel his own heartbeat pulsing from the two fingers inside her vice-like grip.

Grant didn't say much, he let Lure do all the talking during their 'Tour', but the only words that came out of her mouth were introductions to each new area;

There was a common room (with plenty of entertainment and tables as well as couches), a dining hall (which looked more like a strip mall—with different lines/options for food) and round tables spread throughout. Hell, they even had a bar/cigar lounge (who the fuck builds cigar lounges anymore?), right next to what looked like a library. It was an entire town compressed into one huge complex!

"Ya got your own postal service too?" Grimmjow intended it as a joke, but Grant looked at him like he was a dimwit.

People were actively roaming the halls; not just guards and servants, but ordinary looking people as well. Grimmjow spotted small groups of teenagers milling around. Thankfully they all steered clear of Grant's group.

Grimmjow has never seen a place like this before.

Silence gradually returned as they left the busier part of the complex, and Grimmjow's eyes narrowed once they arrived at two large doors leading to another section—Grant's section.

Lure started pulling out her keys but paused when high-pitched screaming broke the silence. The sound was muffled behind the huge metal doors but it still made every hair on the back of Grimmjow's neck stand up. He instantly imagined the worst, his mind going to terrible places.

Grimmjow's hand unconsciously squeezed Nel's, but he let go when she whimpered in pain. Knowing full well that Grant was watching him and gauging his reaction, Grimmjow tried not to make any other reaction. If he really wanted a chance of helping Nel out of here, he had to play his cards right…

The entrance opened to reveal another set of doors. Lure made sure the first set was closed and locked before opening the next—a precaution; they didn't want anyone getting in, or out.

This only darkened his suspicions.

With the direction his thoughts were heading it didn't surprise him to learn the next section had an excessive amount of cameras, no windows, and only one direction to go.

As they stepped closer, the screaming grew louder, and soon it became clear that it wasn't just one voice but at least ten on top of each other. Grimmjow's shoulders tensed when the last set of doors finally opened—

revealing a giant room filled with children, all screaming with laughter as they played. Most of them were chasing one another around in a strange version of 'tag' and 'marco polo'.

Nel gasped and fidgeted with unsuppressed excitement once she noticed the huge tunnel of twisting tubes where more children were thumping around; the tubing included nets, ball pits, slides, rope ladders, and a swingset. But that wasn't all, everywhere Grimmjow looked there was some sort of fun thing for kids to play on, with, or inside of.

This place was one giant distraction; To keep these little hellions occupied—and it was certainly working on Nel, who was leaning forward with big, round eyes full of wonder.

A few kids noticed the newcomers but didn't stop to ask questions. In fact—they completely avoided them.

"Why don't ya run along n' play, princess. I'll be back in a bit to show you the rest of the palace." Grant said, trying to sound nice and soothing, but Nel wasn't paying him much attention. Instead, she looked up at Grimmjow for permission—her gaze shifting to her precious Bawa-Bawa.

"Go ahead, pipsqueak. You'll get your toy back later, I promise." Grimmjow kept the stuffed animal slung over his shoulder and smirked when Grey-green eyes narrowed at him. Although she wasn't related to Ichigo by blood, that same fiery glare of determination got passed to her, and Grimmjow was always a sucker for that look. If she were a little older she might've tried to wrestle it away from him, which only made him like her more.

"Pinky promise!" Nel demanded and jutted out her tiny pinky-finger.

"Really…? Is that necessary?" Grimmjow sighed but didn't fight her on it—he wrapped his much larger pinky around hers, sealing their promise. She nodded once in approval and Grimmjow felt like he'd just been tricked into signing some inescapable contract.

"NELLLLL!"

All eyes snapped up to see a pink blur making a bee-line for Nelliel, and the little girl's face lit up with glee.

Another small girl collided with her and they hugged and squealed and giggled in delight.

Grimmjow actually recognized this new child, even though he never met her before—that short puff of bubble-gum pink hair was hard to forget.

Zaraki's daughter, Yachiru.

But how…?

Grimmjow turned to glare openly at Grant, but the man only grinned back.

The two girls were too enraptured with each other to notice them—giggling and babbling nonsense. They only stopped when another girl approached. This new kid looked older, possibly 14 years old, and her hair was just as oddly colored as theirs; a very light green, cut chin-length with scraggly bangs. When she lifted her head to look up at them, Grimmjow noticed that her visible eye was a rosey-pink color. He inspected the fresh-looking bandage over her left eye with a growing sense of dread, but she didn't pay him any attention.

The girl dropped her head back down towards the floor and shifted nervously as she stopped in front of Grant and Lure.

"Uhm… Can I please go home…? I-I wanna go home… P-Please…" Her voice sounded strained, like she was on the verge of tears, but Grant was completely unaffected by it.

"Not yet, girly. But it won't be much longer—if your father does what he's told, you'll be back with him soon enough." He bent down to be eye-level with her before adding, "I don't wanna hear another word about going home… Do you understand?" The girl flinched away from the hard look she received. She nodded and kept her gaze locked on her feet.

A small hand reached over to tug at her shirt, grabbing her attention.

It was Yachiru.

"C'mon Lily, I wanna show Nel our favorite spot! Let's go play!" She didn't even wait for a response, she tugged both girls along behind her and they soon disappeared into the chaotic crowd of screaming children.

Grant lifted a hand and gestured to one of the few adults in the room—caretakers and/or babysitters. The man cautiously stepped forward and bowed once he was close enough, awaiting orders like an obedient servant.

"You see the new girl with greenish hair?" The man nodded, "She's my daughter. If anything happens to her—it'll be your head… got it?" The man, much like the little one-eyed girl, dropped his gaze and fidgeted uncomfortably at the threatening tone.

"Yes, Master. I'll spread the word—she'll be well taken care of."

Grant nodded, satisfied with that answer, then he and Lure both turned and left the room, never giving Grimmjow a chance to ask questions or demand answers. Grimmjow glanced over at Nel one last time, she and her bright-haired friends standing out in the chaos, then he sighed and followed Grant out. Lure was waiting for him to leave and immediately locked each set of doors behind them.

Once back in the main section they were forced to stop.

In their path stood a line of women, all purposefully blocking them in. Grimmjow's gaze swept over each face, making sure to keep his expression neutral—though he blinked in slight surprise when he actually recognized two out of the seven; The biker chicks from that night with Ichigo… what did they call themselves? He's completely forgotten now..

They seemed to recognize him as well—Grimmjow couldn't hold back a tiny smirk when they both glared at him, but the hateful looks fell short due to the eyepatches they wore.

Wait…

Wasn't the brunette the one who lost an eye, so why does the blonde have one too? Maybe someone else tried to blow them up too?

Grimmjow hummed and turned his attention to the other women; two of which had strange colored hair—one dark pink, similar to Bazz-B's, and the other a lime green, darker than the young girl, Lily.

Grant shifted back and forth, surprisingly wary of these women.

The chick in the middle, the apparent ringleader, took a step forward, her thigh-high boots clicking loudly against the tiles. She crossed both arms and tucked them under her modest bosom as she swung her long, dark locks over one shoulder.

"Fish-man! It's about time you got your lazy ass here. Father is not a patient man…"

Grant straightened to his full height and crossed both arms as he fired back, "Last I checked, I answer to Sousuke—so your father can wait a damn minute."

"You ungrateful maggot! Who do you think PAID for all this!?" She snarled while gesturing around, indicating the entire 'Palace'. "Sousuke might be a 'genius', but he was born poor—just like the rest of you bootlickers. Ya'll enjoy the money my father provides—but I say you haven't earned a cent of it! Showing him some respect is the least you can fucking do." She stormed forward, not stopping until she was in the other's face, and even though she was forced to tilt her head back to meet his gaze, she still managed to look down on him. She added one last jab, to really rub salt in the wound, "As long as Sousuke keeps BEGGING for donations—everything he owns belongs to us. That includes you, fatso!"

Grant leaned away with a sneer and grumbled back, "Who you callin' a bootlicker? Before your precious daddy took the reins it was ME giving Sousuke all that money. You're right 'bout one thing—I was born poor—but that don't mean I'm a stranger to money, honey. You got ANY idea how much a single kid goes for on the black market?" He allowed that deeply depraved thought to sink in before continuing, "Now imagine sellin' entire truck-loads at a time…." Lure was the only one who didn't grimace or make a noise of revulsion at the thought. Even Grimmjow looked ready to puke his guts out, but Grant was completely unaffected by their reactions. "'Course I never said I wasn't grateful for Yhwach's support, but he knows exactly what he 'invested' in… If he's got a problem with how I run things, then he can tell me himself. I don't give a flying fuck what YOU or your little fangirls think." Grant snorted, already fed up with these women.

Grimmjow blinked in surprise and looked back at the woman in charge, reassessing everything about her—now that he knew she was Yhwach's daughter…

Bazzard's sister…

Was she the same sister that threatened Ichigo's family…? She must be the one who brought Yachiru here.

"What'd you do to the woman?" He demanded, not caring if he got in trouble—he was never one to hold back his tongue for long. All he got was a raised eyebrow, so he pressed a bit more, "At the park, Zaraki's wife—the one with the weird front braid—what happened to her?"

"Oh… her." The woman shrugged indifferently but her answer confirmed his suspicions. "Silly bitch snatched my phone and ran off, so, naturally, I chased her down. Thought I had her cornered, but that twisted cunt had some nasty tricks up her sleeve…" Bambietta lifted the bottom of her blouse to reveal fresh bandages wrapped around her midsection. "Luckily my wonderful sister, Giselle, was there to have my back." She reached over and pulled one of the other women, Giselle apparently, to her side. Unlike the others, this chick seemed rather meek and unnoteworthy, in Grimmjow's opinion, but he knew not to underestimate anyone.

"Hm…" He hummed in acknowledgement, cobalt eyes straying to the two long strands of hair poking up at the top of her head, like some kinda weird cowlick. But then his attention returned to the lead-bitch, "And you gotta be Bambietta..."

Ruby-red lips curled to life as she hopped into a cutesy pose, "That's me!" Then she turned to point first at the green and then the pink-haired girl, "And these are my sisters, Candice and Meninas." Then she pointed at thetiny blonde with an expression dull enough to rival Ulquiorra's. "Oh, and that's Liltotto."

Grimmjow grumbled, "Big family…" Then he tilted his head at the other two women still glaring at him like they could actually scare him off, "They your sisters too?"

"Loly and Menoly? No… they're more like interns." Bambietta shrugged, "And, judging from the way they're lookin' atchu—YOU must be the infamous Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

He lifted his chin proudly while adjusting the large stuffed toy on his shoulder.

"What of it?"

Bambietta and her sisters eagerly crowded him, eyes wide with excitement. Grimmjow reflexively lifted a fist, ready to fight back if needed.

The lead bitch spoke with a wild smirk, "Is it true that you took out the entire Exequias Gang with only your fists and a single grenade?"

Grimmjow frowned, conflicted with how he should answer (or even feel about) the question. He slowly nodded his head, deciding it was best not to mention Ichigo.

"And is it true that you raped our little brother?"

Grimmjow hesitated for only a second then shrugged indifferently. He had to resist his instinct to step back when the Ishida girls burst into loud giggles.

"Oh, poor Bazzy! He ended up messing with the wrong man, didn't he?" The green-haired chick flicked her long locks away from her face while the pink-haired one clapped her hands together jovially.

"Oh it's about time! Bazz-Boy needed a reality check—and such a handsome man to do it~ I'm almost jealous~!"

Bambietta offered Grimmjow a handshake, much to his and Grant's surprise. Cobalt eyes glared down at the limb like it was a poisonous snake.

The sisters sniggered at his reluctance.

"Aw c'mon! I always hated how Buzzard abused his power—hell, it was never HIS power to begin with. I told father not to give him too much leeway—it would only bite'm in the ass…" When Grimmjow STILL refused to shake her hand, Bambietta let it drop with a shrug, "Fine, but I hope there's no hard feelings 'bout me threatening your loverboy's family—I wasn't actually gonna do anything; Father would've punished me severely if I hurt a future member of the family…. Or rather, memberS—since she's got a 'bun in the oven'."

Grimmjow made a face of disbelief and Bambietta sighed impatiently.

"For real—Father is SUPER crazy about keeping tabs on anyone inside the Ishida bloodline. Orihime herself might not be—but the baby sure is!"

"Why the hell would a power-hungry tycoon like Yhwach give a damn 'bout some chick and the lil' bastard growing inside her..? I don't get it." Grimmjow realized he was being a little harsh, but thinking of the pretty-faced woman who Ichigo chose to settle down with was really starting to piss him off…

"I just told you—for our 'Bloodline'! Her baby has Ishida blood in its veins, and that's ALL he cares about." Bambietta waved a hand in the air flippantly, "That's also why I couldn't do anything to Zaraki's daughter—because that giant brute happens to share blood with my great-great-great-grandmother—or something stupid like that. It's tough keeping track of the entire family tree, especially that far back…. Ugh. Too many people…. I still argue Zaraki doesn't count, but father insists on treating him like one of us. His wife on the other hand~" She shrugged nonchalantly then looked down to inspect her nails, growing bored of the conversation.

Grimmjow's arms rose as he growled in frustration, "And what if it turns out that your cousin—whatever his name is—isn't the dad. If the kid doesn't have 'Ishida Blood' Is Yhwach gonna ignore 'em? Exile 'em? Kill them?"

Bambietta giggled but didn't look up from her nails as she replied, "Ichigo, Uryuu. Tomato, tomato. Either or—doesn't matter. Same thing."

Grimmjow's brain malfunctioned, all of his thoughts grinding to an abrupt halt.

Wait… What..?

Before he could get any sort of clarification, the one-eyed bitch with pigtails jumped forward.

"Bambi! Why the hell're you sharing information with this asshole? You're being awfully chatty with the ENEMY!" Her voice climbed to an unbearable screech as she stomped her foot, looking a lot like a spoiled toddler throwing a temper-tantrum.

Grimmjow had to fight the urge to cover his poor ears.

"Stupid bitch—I ain't yer damn 'enemy'. In case you've forgotten, you and your dumbass biker friends attacked us first." Grimmjow snarled, his brows furrowed and pinched in annoyance. "I was just defendin'—" Another angry screech reverberated off the walls. Loly looked like she wanted to scratch his face off.

"I dunno how I'll do it, but somehow… Even if I gotta do everything myself… I'll find a way to hurt you."

Grimmjow snorted and a long, lazy smirk split his face, "You and your Pussy-Posse don't scare me. Bring it on, bitch."

Grant threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, man—'Pussy-Posse'! That's great!" He gave Grimmjow's back a solid pat for that.

Bambietta's eyes narrowed at the unwelcome title but she otherwise didn't react.

"You—" Loly's voice cut off when a loud shout came from down the hall, followed by more yelling, then the beeps of multiple radios.

By some unspoken agreement, their argument was put on hold and the entire group moved towards the noise. Most of the guards swarmed the lobby—a little too undisciplined for Grimmjow's liking… but he only sat back and watched, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Grant wasn't quite as patient. He stuck out a massive hand to catch one of the passing guards. The man squeaked in surprise when he was lifted into the air.

"What the fuck's goin' on?" Grant demanded, having to raise his voice to be heard over the commotion.

"Caught someone trying to sneak in—far as I know, anyway." The man shrugged after Grant released him. "C'mon. Since Dr. Aizen ain't here to handle it, you should decide what we do with the trespasser."

Without another word, the guard started leading them in the direction he'd previously been heading, and Grimmjow took the opportunity to follow. They made their way back towards the large entrance, with its multiple sliding glass doors. A cluster of guards were making their way inside with not just one, but TWO people in their grasp. Two women.

Grimmjow nearly stumbled when he recognized the one with long hair and giant breasts; Ichigo's precious fiancé—or, rather, EX-fiancé. Grimmjow hated the smug feeling he got from that thought.. and he hated her… Well.. not really—but seeing her gorgeous face up close was doing awful things to his ego.

Her beauty coupled with the fact she was likely pregnant with Ichigo's kid—Grimmjow was no stranger to jealousy, especially when it involved Ichigo, but this was different. This wasn't some guy making a move on the orangette.. Orihime possessed nothing that Grimmjow could compete with—she was obviously the 'better choice'...

Grimmjow had to forcefully pry his gaze away so he could look at the second woman. He didn't recognize her, though he could assume she must be one of Ichigo's friends. She was short—really short, and her raven-black hair curled up off her shoulders to defy gravity. The only thing Grimmjow really liked about her was the fierce glare coming from her midnight-blue eyes, unlike the other shivering woman who had both eyes squeezed shut.

"What do we have here… These are the trespassers?" Grant demanded after looking them over.

"Heheh!" Bambietta giggled and immediately skipped over to stand in front of Orihime, "Well, well, well! 'Speak of the Devil'—We were just talking about you~"

Orihime slowly opened her eyes to see who was speaking. She squirmed awkwardly when the guard pinning her arms behind her back refused to loosen his hold. She felt so helpless and vulnerable in the man's iron grasp.

"I-I know you… Aren't you Uryuu's cousin?" Her voice quivered with true fear and Grimmjow couldn't hold back a noise of disgust.

Bambietta grinned, clearly pleased with being remembered. She gave the guards a dismissive wave, motioning for them to take a step back, then she lowered her hand for Orihime to grab. A few of the men looked up at Grant, confirming with their 'real' boss, but Grant only shrugged and made the same shooing motion.

Both women stumbled forward as they were released and the shorter one whirled around to glare at them before returning her attention to the people in charge. Grimmjow noticed how her eyes paused on him—or, rather, on the stuffed animal over his shoulder. She went to open her mouth, but Grimmjow subtly shook his head. She hesitated, so many angry questions ready to leap off the tip of her tongue, but when cobalt eyes narrowed warningly she decided to keep her mouth shut.

Smart girl.

Everyone's attention returned to Orihime when Bambietta pulled her close.

"I dunno HOW you found this place, but don'tchu worry your pretty lil' head. I'll make sure no one hurts you—and I know Father will be thrilled to see you. This way! Follow me!" As Bambietta walked away she threw a hard glare over her shoulder when the second woman tried to follow. "Sorry—my protection doesn't include 'friends of the family'. I'm sure these fine gentlemen here can show you the way out. Byeee!"

Orihime twisted to look back at her friend, teary eyes wide with concern, but Bambietta and her gang of girls formed a tight circle around her. They kept her moving forward even as Orihime dug her heels into the floor.

"Rukia?!"

"Don't worry about me! Go on—Just do what they say! It'll be okay!" Shorty called back as Orihime was herded away.

Rukia kept her posture strong and sturdy, projecting an air of confidence that Grimmjow was sure couldn't be real. Rukia wasn't stupid, she had to know she was royally fucked right now.

There was a 99% chance she was about to die, and Grimmjow had the crazy feeling HE was her 1% chance to live.

Fuck… He sincerely wished he didn't give a flying fuck about Ichigo right now.

"Sir…" A guard stepped forward to reveal a few items; Two purses, a touch-screen tablet, two cell phones, and a painstakingly familiar mask—Ichigo's old Reaper mask.

Why the FUCK was that here?

Grimmjow's chest tightened at the sight of it, completely caught off guard by the memories it triggered. The muscles in his cheek twitched and clenched as he tried to suppress all unwanted feelings.

"We found this stuff in their vehicle after we caught them."

"They didn't have any weapons..? Not even a knife?" Grant asked, astonished.

"Just mace-spray and a little taser." The guard dug out said items from their purses before tossing them back inside. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"For real?" Grant gave Rukia a look of incredulity. "Didja two think ya could just waltz inside, grab my daughter, and walk back out? You can't be serious…"

Rukia crossed her arms and kept her lips sealed shut.

Grant tapped his foot and hummed in deep thought. After a minute he turned to ask the guard some more questions, "What kinda car was it? What color?"

"Uhm... A silver minivan."

Grant and Lure shared a look which Grimmjow understood—they were thinking about the car that tailed them from the prison.

A car, NOT a minivan.

"And where did you catch 'em?"

The guard shuffled nervously as he answered, "Outside section A—that is, your building, sir. Looked like they were trying to find a way inside."

"So they managed to sneak past the gates? And somehow knew exactly where to look for us?" The guard nodded, though he kept his gaze locked on his feet. Grant sniffed in disappointment, "I'll be having a talk with Szaeyel 'bout that… But I'm also kinda impressed." He looked Rukia up and down. She didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary; with her short stature and professional getup—looking like she was about to give them a sale's pitch. "Huh… Well… Since ya obviously didn't come here intending to kill anyone—I'll play nice. But sayin' nothin' ain't gonna help your situation, sweetheart… Just tell me how ya managed to find us…"

Rukia still refused to say anything and Grant sighed. He decided to ignore her for the time being and snatched a few of the items from the guard.

Grimmjow's face hardened when the mask was carelessly tossed at him—Grant knew exactly what it was and had no real interest in the damaged item. While Grimmjow was busy glaring at it, Grant pocketed the two phones and started poking the tablet. He got it to turn on but couldn't go any further without a passcode.

He turned the screen around and shoved it in Rukia's face, showing her exactly what he wanted, but she only turned her head with an obstinate 'Hmph!'.

"Hey, Blue…" Grant called and Grimmjow grunted to show he was listening, "Correct me if I'm wrong—but didn't'chu specialize in torture and interrogation..?" The man's cold gaze remained on Rukia as he spoke.

"It was part of my trainin', sure… Wouldn't say I 'specialized' in it. That was more Pantera's forte…" Grimmjow tried not to sound too reluctant, but he also didn't want to seem too eager—otherwise Grant might catch on and have someone else 'interrogate' Rukia.

"Can ya get her to spill information or not?"

Grimmjow shrugged and looked almost bored as he said, "Don't see why not… Ya got a more private place to do that?" When Grant gave him a suspicious look, Grimmjow was quick to respond, "Despite whatchu might think, interrogatin' ain't as effective when there's people watchin'. It just makes 'em more determined to keep quiet—especially stubborn bitches like her." When Grant still looked a little leery, Grimmjow lowered his voice and leaned in so no one else could overhear, "I've never met this chick 'fore but I have a feelin' she knows who I am—from 'Reaper'," He held up the mask to prove his point, "If I'm right, she'll tell me everythin' just 'cause she thinks I'll be able to help her outta here. But she won't say anything unless we're alone… Get it?" The big guy finally relaxed and a wide smirk spread across his face.

"Man… You're a tough guy to figure out… Fine. Have it your way." Grant snatched up Rukia and tossed her at Grimmjow, who didn't even bat an eye as he caught her with his one free arm—the other holding Nel's toy and Ichigo's mask. Rukia kept her head held high even as she was pushed around like a ragdoll.

"Get back to your posts, ya useless shits! And do your fucking jobs this time!" Grant snarled and the crowd of guards quickly dispersed. Huffing in satisfaction, he turned to Lure and ordered her to lead Grimmjow and their new 'guest' to a proper room, but before they left, he turned to Grimmjow and said, "Your brother had his moments of doubt, but I never questioned his loyalty… You on the other hand.. I'm not sure what to think of you yet." He leaned forward to meet Grimmjow's frosty glare as he continued, "So I'll tell ya this… You've got one hour. If you don't come out with something useful—then don't bother comin' out at all."

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed at the challenge but he had the sense to keep any heated words behind his teeth. He pointedly turned to Lure and motioned with his chin for the girl to lead the way. Rukia struggled briefly when he pulled her along, but she conceded after Grimmjow gave her arm a sharp tug.

Grand Fisher watched them walk away, deeper into Las Noches Palace. He waited until they were out of sight before turning away.

He should probably pay Yhwach a visit before retrieving his daughter… Although.. it's been a long time since he had a good drink, or a cigar, maybe he'll stop by the lounge first.

Grant smirked to himself and let loose a loud cackle, feeling truly free and alive for the first time in years!

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"Ya mind if I make a quick stop?" Ichigo asked as he and Yoruichi walked side by side. He made sure to keep his voice very low—otherwise someone might overhear and then the whole GODDAMN PLACE will know...

Curious golden eyes inspected his scowling face, trying to read his thoughts, but then she shrugged.

"We've got a few minutes to kill…" Yoruichi smirked when his pace automatically quickened: Ichigo was excited, really excited.

It's been too long since he was on a real mission—the kind that left him wondering if he might live to see the next sunrise. His nerves and insides kept quivering with anticipation, like peering down the steep edge of a cliff, mind flooding with possibilities; of how things could go wrong, or how they may go right.

And maybe… just maybe.. he was excited to see Zangetsu.

Yoruichi's smirk widened while she matched Ichigo's long strides—his eagerness rubbing off on her.

"Oh! By the way~ I've been meaning to ask ever since I saw his name on the visitor's log," Her voice held a highly amused lilt that made Ichigo immediately wary, "How's Byakuya been?"

Brown eyes narrowed and Yoruichi was quick to read his reaction—she even discerned the hint of jealousy.

"Oh, don't worry, he was much too young for me at the time… Plus, I got the impression he doesn't enjoy the company of women." Yoruichi's grin widened when Ichigo's face turned red—like an embarrassing memory just flashed in his mind. She found that extremely interesting. "I also have a 'No touch' policy when it comes to my students."

Ichigo's feet finally faltered and he slowed enough to eye her incredulously.

"You were a teacher? Wait, wait, wait… I've known Byakuya since middle school and he's never mentioned you. Ever."

Yoruichi gasped and put a hand to her heart as if his words physically hurt, but then she chuckled and explained, "I used to be a private Martial Arts tutor. I was hired by wealthy parents to teach their bratty kids some discipline. And Byakuya was the brattiest one of them all—Though I tried to encourage him to let loose once in a while. It's not good to always be such a stick in the mud… But the reason he never mentioned me is 'cuz I asked him not to. I had a very strict process to request my services. But then Soifon—that loudmouth—bragged about me to Baraggan, who was Commander at the time. He gave me a very generous offer to become a Drill Sergeant for Pantera's squadron."

So she and Pantera really do know each other!

Ichigo tilted his head, curious to learn that Baraggan was the previous commander—he thought that old geezer was just some retired veteran.

And the name Soifon tickled faintly at his memory. It took him longer than usual to remember the short feisty police officer who originally knocked on his door and ripped him from his peaceful life.

Yoruichi continued her explanation, distracting Ichigo from his angry train of thought, "I didn't get to stay long though—Grimmjow came back from his tour and took over a few years later." She rolled her eyes at the memory, exasperated all over again.

"Was it the same tour he got that medal of honor?" Ichigo wondered.

"The very same."

"Huh…" Orange brows lifted in awe—he should've, at least ONCE in his life, ran into this woman; Not only was she 'close friends' with Kukaku, but she was also the reason Byakuya could kick his ass when they were younger… and, if Grimmjow had never returned from his tour, then Yoruichi would've been his drill sergeant. "What a small, fucked-up world…" He mumbled, adopting the same phrase Renji used earlier.

Yoruichi nodded, that mischievous glint back in her golden gaze, then Ichigo realized he never actually answered her question.

"Byakuya is… good. As far as I know—it's hard to tell with him sometimes." Ichigo paused as they reached C Wing. Yoruichi turned to lead him straight to Kisuke's designated meeting spot, but Ichigo motioned for her to continue forward, into A Wing instead. A purple brow lifted and Ichigo answered the silent question by asking one of his own, "Can you show me where Ulquiorra's cell is?"

Yoruichi gave him another playful look, which Ichigo pointedly ignored, then she led him straight to the man's cell.

Since lockdown was right around the corner most inmates were heading for their cellblocks. The halls were crowded, so Ichigo stuck close to Yoruichi's side.

Luckily they got there without incident, and, even luckier, Ulquiorra was alone in his cell, seated on the bottom-right bunk. Ichigo couldn't see his face but his arms were moving like he was busy working on something.

Yoruichi stayed outside while Ichigo stepped forward. He shifted from side to side as he eyed the man—remembering quite vividly how the small but solid body held him upright while he was on Bazz-B's special drug. He also thought of how easily Ulquiorra peeled him off the fence during his breakdown in the yard.

Ichigo recognized strength when he felt it—Ulquiorra was no pushover.

Ichigo lightly coughed into his fist to get the man's attention.

His head never moved and yet somehow Ulquiorra knew exactly who was inside his cell, "Shouldn't you be off getting ready for tonight, Trash..?"

Irritation curdled Ichigo's stomach after being insulted once again. He took a step closer.

"Mind if I come in..? I won't be long—because you're right, I need to finish getting ready for tonight..." He didn't bother hiding his intentions, not when he knew Ulquiorra attempted to sneak inside Aizen's lab as well.

He didn't get a response, so Ichigo took another step forward. He peeked over the man's shoulder, curious to see what he was holding, but Ulquiorra quickly stuffed whatever it was inside his prisonsuit. He turned just enough to glare hotly at Ichigo and then his impossibly green eyes flicked towards Yoruichi; a prison guard.

"Oh… don't worry 'bout her… but—if she wants to stay on good terms with Kukaku then she can 'take a walk'!" He said loud enough for her to hear over the hum of inmates passing by. He glanced over his shoulder to witness her exaggerated eye-roll.

"Fine." Was all she said, then she left. Ulquiorra's shoulders relaxed and he returned to whatever he'd been doing before.

Ichigo finally got to see the item he was working on.

"Is that… Bazz-B's cellphone?" He asked quietly, inspecting the cracked screen. It was pretty much useless now—except apparently for Ulquiorra, who had it plugged into another strange looking device; Ichigo could only describe it as an inside-out walkie-talkie. It looked somewhat dangerous with its stripped wires exposed and sticking out haphazardly.

Ulquiorra shifted the sheet away, revealing more random objects—all different pieces of electronics. Ichigo hummed with interest when he saw a computer chip and.. keyboard keys? Then he remembered there was a fight in the library (happened the same day he caught Renji and Shuuhei fucking in the restroom), and one of the monitors had been impaled with a pipe—Ulquiorra must have salvaged the pieces. Looks like he's been scavenging this sort of stuff for a long time.

Ulquiorra ignored his question, but at least he didn't feel the need to hide whatever he was doing anymore. Possibly because he didn't view Ichigo as a 'threat'.

The curious orangette stepped closer but flinched away when he heard an angry 'HISSSS!' at his feet.

He glanced underneath the bed and searched the shadows until he found a pair of round, green eyes glaring back at him. They weren't quite as deep-green as Ulquiorra's, more of a yellow, but Ichigo still blinked in surprise. He dropped down to get a better look, his own eyes wide with wonder.

"Well hello there~ Who're you?" He asked in a soft voice as he reached out to grab the little creature. Black claws shot out and slashed at his fingers. "Yowch!" Ichigo retreated and shook his hand to relieve the pain. He inspected his fingers, but it was nothing to cry over; The bleeding had already stopped.

He heard a huffing snort of amusement and scowled up at Ulquiorra, but the man never looked away from his contraption. Ichigo probably only imagined the sound because that same emotionless mask he always wore hadn't budged.

Ichigo's scowl dropped back down to the eyes glaring up at him. He once again reached for the creature, a little slower and more tentatively this time. He wasn't deterred by the warning growl or the hooked claws that batted at his hand again. He ignored its hiss to coax out the fuzzy creature, revealing a black cat.

"Well aren't you cute…" Ichigo hummed as it wriggled and squirmed in his hold. He gently rolled up the furry bundle and tucked it in the crook of his arm, allowing it to flip onto its stomach to be more comfortable. Realizing it wasn't in any danger, it blinked up at him curiously.

"Mrow..?"

Ichigo lightly scratched its furry cheeks and behind each ear. It took a second for the cat to warm up to him but soon it was leaning into his touch and its whole body vibrated with a loud purr. Ichigo smirked when Ulquiorra's head snapped in their direction, eyes narrowed.

"Traitor…" Ulquiorra grumbled, but the cat's purr only grew louder.

"What's its… I mean…" Ichigo did a quick leg-lift check, "His name?"

Ulquiorra was silent for so long that Ichigo assumed he wasn't going to get an answer, but then, "Murcielago…"

Ichigo hummed in acknowledgement then tilted his head with another smirk.

"Oh good, for a second there I thought maybe you named him 'Trash'." He witnessed the very corner of Ulquiorra's mouth twitch upward in the barest hint of an amused smile. It was gone the next second, but Ichigo saw it, and a victorious feeling washed over him, though he was careful not to show it. Instead, he continued speaking, "A cat named 'bat' huh? Interesting… I didn't know they allowed pets in prison. How'd you get him?"

Ulquiorra sighed and gave Ichigo an exasperated glare, at least that's what it looked like to Ichigo—it was hard to tell on the man's stony face.

"Do you ever stop asking questions..?" He snapped and then he was back to tinkering.

Ichigo shrugged, lips pursing anxiously, then he sighed and placed Murcielago on the bed.

"I just came by because I wanted to warn you… Sousuke handed out guns to Nnoitra, Luppi, Yammy, and Gin… I'm not sure if it'll happen today—since lockdown is approaching, but I believe they were ordered to kill anyone who's been in psych… I just… I figured I'd give you a heads up…"

Just before Ichigo reached the cell's doorway he heard Ulquiorra speak up, stopping him in his tracks.

"Grimmjow found him…"

Ichigo paused, blinking in surprise, then he spun around, wanting to know more.

"Found who?"

A ghost-white hand pointed at the cat, who was now belly-up and adorably wriggling across the bed. Ulquiorra elaborated, "He was just a kitten back then… small enough to squeeze through the fence... Pitiful little thing… Some of the inmates tried to trap him—to do lord knows what… But Grimmjow found out and beat the hell outta them—which added years to his sentence. Fucking dumbass…" Ulquiorra's expression didn't change but he sounded almost fond when he spoke of Grimmjow's 'sacrifice'.

Ichigo couldn't stop the pleased grin from sprouting as he pictured an angry Grimmjow protecting a stray kitten; such a wonderfully strange image now forever burned in his mind's eye.

Ulquiorra noticed the silly smile on Ichigo's face and looked away, feeling oddly shy now. His fingers fidgeted across the device in his grasp, "Grimmjow kept the terrified kitten with him while he got scolded by Zaraki—and then somehow he convinced the captain to register it as an 'Emotional Support Animal'." Another tiny smirk broke through Ulquiorra's mask, "And… I'm still not sure why he did it—but Grimmjow put my name as the kitten's owner. He dumped the little piece of trash in my lap and said something stupid like 'you two got the same kinda eyes'." Ulquiorra's voice got lower and lower, like he was losing his voice.

Ichigo wondered if this is the most the man has spoken in a long time—Shawlong did say that 'Ulquiorra doesn't talk to anyone 'less he deems them 'worthy'.'

Well, apparently he's a real chatterbox if you get him talking about Grimmjow.

Ichigo's scowl returned when another pang of jealousy hit him—this one more powerful than the one with Yoruichi and Byakuya.

But why?!

So WHAT if Grimmjow was actually nice to the handsome man with dazzling emerald-green eyes.. And smooth, porcelain skin… and ebony locks that looked just as soft and silky as Murcielago's fur.

Shit.

He was jealous, wasn't he..?

Ichigo shrugged away the feeling as Ulquiorra slowly put aside his little science project to face Ichigo properly, "At first I thought it was just a prank, or some dumb scheme of his—but…" Ulquiorra paused to sigh and shook his head, "Grimmjow knew I was having trouble adjusting after being in Psych for so long…"

Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip as he debated asking this next question, knowing the topic could be sensitive, but he opened his big mouth anyway, "About that… Kokuto mentioned 'rooms'…? He said you were put in a 'dark room'… can you tell me more about that?" He almost regretted asking when those mesmerizing green eyes narrowed at him.

Murcielago picked up on his human's distress and lifted his head. "Mrow..?" He curled up in Ulquiorra's lap then persistently nosed one clenched fist until it relaxed. The hand automatically lifted to pet the cat, stroking gently from head to tail-tip, and Murcielago released a loud purr.

"Look… I just wanna—… I mean… I'd like to know exactly what—.. uhm.. Ya see… Zangetsu—"

"King!" The shout made him jump and Ulquiorra instinctively shifted the sheet back over his small hoard. "Found ya!"

Ichigo tensed and whirled around with his fists raised, ready to defend himself, but it was only DiRoy. The little guy looked stressed so Ichigo didn't drop his defenses just yet—wanting to be ready for anything. DiRoy was breathing heavily, like he just got done jogging around Hueco Mundo.

"What's wrong? Is Keigo alright?" Ichigo thought of his cellmate, thinking the worst, but DiRoy quickly waved away his concern.

"Pup's fine." He had to speak in short bursts as he tried to calm his breathing, "Shinigami.. Lookin' for you!.. Followed Kokuto—weirdo sneakin' 'round… the library." DiRoy took another deep breath through his nose, "Then he went to YAMA'S cell. Couldn't get close 'nuff ta hear—but they sent scouts out to look for ya. Tried to find ya 'fore they did."

Just as he said that, Shinsui's scruffy face appeared over DiRoy's shoulder. Tired, steel-gray eyes landed on Ichigo and he grinned.

"Hey! He's over here!"

It didn't take long for a crowd of inmates to gather and Ichigo noticed Ulquiorra rush to his feet. Murcielago scrambled away to arch his back and hiss at the gathering men.

"What the hell's going on?" Ichigo demanded curtly as he stepped forward, blocking the entrance to Ulquiorra's cell protectively. He hadn't meant to involve the poor man in his bullshit.

Although, once he got a good look at the Shinigami—they didn't seem upset at all. On the contrary. Broad grins surrounded him.

"You did it, kid! Ya pulled it off in a SINGLE DAY. You really are somethin' else! Amazing! Sim-ply amazing!" Shinsui wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders, swaying awkwardly and putting a little too much weight on the smaller male. Ichigo was forced to keep them both from falling by grabbing one of the bars to the cell, wincing at the extra weight on his injured feet.

"Are you drunk?" He demanded once he got a good look at their red-flushed faces.

A sharp smell of 'over ripened fruit' wafted around them—and from the way it stung the back of his throat, Ichigo could guess it was some pretty powerful stuff.

The only sober-looking inmates in the crowd were DiRoy and Kokuto, who Ichigo finally noticed standing behind Yamamoto.

The Shinigami ignored his question and continued praising him.

"You're unbelievable! I'm stunned!"

"A full Triple-F in a single afternoon?! I don't think anyone has eva done that 'fore!"

"That's the legendary Reaper for ya! We knew ya had it in ya!"

Uncoordinated hugs and shoulder pats came from every direction, making Ichigo wobble unsteadily, but then a whistle sounded near the end of the hall.

A guard shouted, "Hands to yourself, inmates! And you've got 5 minutes 'till line-up! Get movin'!"

The Shinigami retreated like a sinking tide and Ichigo was the small shell floating along, forced to follow the flow. He looked back to see Ulquiorra peeking out of his cell to watch them leave. He waved goodbye and a pale hand hesitated before lifting to reciprocate the farewell.

Then the Shinigami turned a corner and Ichigo concentrated on what was being said to him. The group was obviously drunk—or maybe high..? Because how would they get this much alcohol in a prison?

They all arrived at B Wing's cellblock and came to an abrupt halt. Yamamoto's cane clacked loudly as he gradually turned to face him. He raised a hand and Ichigo reflexively lifted his own to receive whatever the leader of the Shinigami was about to give him.

Light metallic clinks filled the heavy silence as a set of keys landed in his palm.

Ichigo raised a brow as he inspected the item; Three keys on a simple metal ring. Two looked the same while the third was much smaller—a padlock key if Ichigo had to guess.

"Congratulations on completing your Triple F, Ichigo Kurosaki." When said male looked a little nonplussed, Yamamoto reached back to pull Kokuto forward, almost shoving him against Ichigo. "Your newest Pet successfully delivered the drugs you received from Dr. Aizen. It was more than we could've hoped for! And I already heard that you completed Shinji and Kensei's part of the deal—so there you are. A favor, a fight, and a fuck. Those keys are to the exercise room—which now belongs to YOU."

Shinsui jumped forward to point at the item, "The main two are for the entrances on either hallway and the smaller one is for the Pool Room, but that hasn't been used in years. Yhwach drained the water to save money on maintenance fees—and 'cuz of all the accidental drownings." Shunsui shrugged but Ichigo noticed the subtle smirk.

He didn't need to be a mind reader to know that those drownings weren't 'accidental'.

"Oh… But Dr. Aizen didn't—" Ichigo snapped his mouth shut and glared at Kokuto when the man pinched his ribs, right behind his elbow, where the others wouldn't notice. Ichigo sighed, understanding why Kokuto cut him off, and conceded, "I mean.. Thanks. It was a pleasure doing business with the Shinigami." Ichigo gave Yamamoto a short, respectful bow and Shinsui gave him an approving pat on the back.

"No, Mr. Kurosaki, the pleasure was all ours," Was Kensei's immediate comeback. He gave Ichigo a heated look and the orangette had to fight off an incoming blush. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the excited shiver when Kensei gave him a playful slap on the ass—directly on the tender spot Pantera abused earlier.

Dammit, why was it suddenly so difficult to not get aroused? It's like the wires connected to his pain and pleasure nerves were spliced—or rather switched, and now the slightest hint of pain was a welcome part of his life.

"Kensei. Enough," Yamamoto snapped, noticing Ichigo's discomfort, and the larger male retreated with a disappointed frown. "Now then… If I've heard correctly, your night is only just beginning, my boy. We wish you the best of luck—" Yamamoto braced a firm hand on Ichigo's shoulder to give some semblance of consolation as he said, "I hope you find what you're looking for.." Then he waved for the Shinigami to follow him back into their cellblock. Each one of them rested a hand on Ichigo's shoulders as they passed, wishing him luck, and he felt oddly honored by the level of respect.

He turned and blinked in surprise when he finally noticed Shuuhei and Yumichika standing right behind him. Both men fidgeted anxiously and Ichigo felt his face grow hot the longer they stood there, clearly remembering the stuff that transpired between them today.

"Yeah..?" He urged, politely hinting at them to hurry up.

The raven-haired beauty acted first, reaching out to lightly stroke Ichigo's cheek, tracing the red spot where Pantera had slapped him multiple times. Violet eyes were wide with worry, but Yumichika didn't voice his concerns—to Ichigo's relief.

Instead, he quietly grabbed Ichigo's empty hand and placed a small, familiar looking container on his palm. Blinking, Ichigo inspected the item, realizing it was the same pine-scented salve for healing bruises.

He gave a weary sigh and held up the tiny canister as he asked, "What do I owe you for this…? Another kiss? A blowjob? A fuck?" His tone came out more waspish than he intended—Not that he would've minded another exchange with the pretty male—he just didn't have the energy to negotiate.

Yumichika shook his head with a sad smile.

"You've done too many favors already… Consider this a 'Thank you' for restocking our supply..." He nodded towards Shuuhei, indicating that the other male was here to thank Ichigo as well.

The orangette steeled himself and tried not to flinch when Yumichika suddenly reached for his zipper, pulling it open just enough to brush aside his collar. Yumichika clicked his tongue at the sight of Kensei's bite, but then he noticed the bandage on the other side.

Shuuhei narrowed his eyes and quickly reached up to tug Ichigo's collar in the opposite direction. Both men looked shocked and furious as they inspected his newer injuries, knowing full well they hadn't been there before. Small splotches of blood soaked through the bandage, making it seem worse than it was, and then there was his new bruise-necklace from the strangling.

"Did Aizen do that…?" Shuuhei demanded, his expression hard—like he wanted to throttle the person responsible. Ichigo snorted and pushed away the hands stretching his shirt to its limits.

"I appreciate this," He indicated the healing gel before pocketing it, "But I have to go—not much time left."

Shuuhei frowned; he was sick and tired of being left in the dark. He was strongly curious by nature; something Ichigo could certainly sympathize with. Chuckling, he held Shuuhei's hand in a tight grip to stress the urgency of his next words, "I'm not trying to brush you aside—I promise. I'll explain everything later…" He tugged the taller male a little closer, "Plus, I still wanna hear how you got this…" He released Shuuhei's hand to cup his cheek, brushing a thumb over the three long scars there. Shuuhei smirked, crinkling the 69 tattoo on the opposite cheek, then he gave Ichigo a heavy-lidded stare that was reciprocated.

"Alright… Fine.. Don't wanna hold ya up—though I WILL hold you to that promise. Stay safe, Ichigo." Shuuhei briefly closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle touch. Yumichika smiled at the interaction—and maybe got a little jealous because he stretched up to place a sweet kiss on Ichigo's unmarked cheek. Both inmates retreated with small smiles then disappeared into their cellblock.

Ichigo sighed through his nose, not in annoyance, but to take a moment to gather his bearings. He turned to find Kokuto still hanging around, leaning against a nearby wall, his expression blank.

"How'd you get the drugs?" Ichigo asked, now that they were finally alone. "And why do they think it came from me…?"

Kokuto's steel-gray eye narrowed gleefully as he answered, "I was listenin' in on your conversation with Dr. Aizen—not all of it—I had to leave 'fore the doc saw me. But I was there long 'nough to hear him refuse your deal…" Kokuto shrugged a shoulder and snorted, shaking his head in resigned pity, "Figured that's how it'd play out. So I dug up White's old stash, took s'much as I could carry, and brought it to the Shinigami. I might'a fibbed a lil' n' told'm it came from you." Kokuto bowed his head, much like Ichigo had done to Yamamoto and swept his arms outward, "I played the 'lowly pet' delivering on your behalf." He was grinning by the end, like he was proud of his accomplishment and ready to receive praise.

Ichigo crossed both arms while his chocolate-brown eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"How'd you know about Zangetsu's stash? I have a feeling even Yamamoto had no clue about it—otherwise the Shinigami would've taken it a long time ago." As 'honorable' as the Shinigami liked to act, Ichigo wouldn't put it past them to take what they wanted as soon as Zangetsu was out of the picture.

Kokuto's grin fell and his visible eye shifted nervously, but then he sighed and told the truth, "Before I was released, White told me where he hid his stash. He also said… 'If Mr. Hero decides I'm worth saving, then help'm out, 'cuz he's our only ticket outta here'. Soooo… that's what I did. And he's right—you're gonna help us all out. Ain'tchya?"

Ichigo gave another long sigh, ending it with a scoff of amusement.

"Yeah… yeah. I'm trying—I really am… And I appreciate the help…" He smirked and met Kokuto's gaze as he gave him what he wanted, "Ya did good. Thanks."

Kokuto glowed from the gratitude and immediately nodded his head, "Anything for you, King of Kings!"

"Don't call me that."

"Ah, but a reluctant king is the BEST kind. Means ya won't go abusing your power."

Ichigo could recall Shinsui saying something similar, but he shrugged away the odd compliment before leaning forward to whisper, "By the way… You should keep an eye out—some of the inmates here have guns and I'm pretty sure Dr. Aizen ordered them to kill you and the others from Psych. Just… watch your back."

Surprisingly, Kokuto was elated by the news, his lips tilting into a strange, twisted grin.

"Oh? Sounds like the fun's already starting!"

Before Ichigo could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, a loud whistle blew directly behind him, nearly bursting his poor eardrums. Ichigo wheeled around to face Ikkaku, fluorescent lights bouncing off his shaven scalp.

"Ready for lockdown?" He asked, twinkling eyes shifting towards Kokuto, not knowing whether the man was in on their plans, but Ichigo shrugged indifferently.

"He's fine. And yeah, I'm ready—got everything I need." Ichigo swung his new set of keys on one finger, catching Ikkaku's attention before tucking them in his pocket. Ikkaku frowned curiously, so Ichigo quickly explained, "It wasn't exactly part of the plan, but the Shinigami no longer own the Gym. That's my territory~" Ichigo let loose a victorious smirk and Ikkaku snorted in amusement.

"Alright, tough guy. Time's up. Now get steppin'."

Ichigo huffed derisively but still nodded in agreement.

"Right. Renji and the others should keep their mouths shut, so you shouldn't run into issues. Now… Let's get this night over with." Ichigo paused once he was close to Ikkaku and leaned in to say for the guard's ears only, "I'll make sure Zaraki knows you've been a big help." He caught a glimpse of Ikkaku's cheeks as they burned red.

"Whatever… C'mon you. Let's get ya to your cell." Baldy sneered irritably, pointedly turning his back on Ichigo as he snatched up Kokuto's arm.

Ichigo quickened his pace until he was just short of jogging, wanting to get to C Wing as fast as possible. He was almost there, skirting the last corner, when he heard angry voices.

He cautiously peered around and gulped when he saw at least ten different guards, but they were all too busy wrestling four inmates to their knees to notice him; Most were focused on the two freakishly tall inmates, Nnoitra and Yammy, while only a single guard was needed to hold Luppi flat against the ground. The fourth, Gin, wasn't even fighting back.

"M'tellin' ya! Ya've got the wrong guys! We don't got nothin'! Whoeva toldju is a lyin' sack-a-shit!" Nnoitra growled aggressively as he tried to rip his limbs from the many hands caging him down.

"We'll see 'bout that." The main officer, Maki, hissed in an authoritative tone. "Strip 'em all. Search every crevice—Zaraki's orders…"

Nnoitra hissed in rage and redoubled his efforts to escape, but that just made him more suspicious… In this kind of situation—fighting was only going to make the guards more aggressive…

Gin seemed to have the right idea as he willingly undressed himself, then, once finished, lifted his hands high in the air. Luppi fussed and grumbled but didn't push away the guard currently unzipping his suit.

Nnoitra, on the other hand, was determined to make them fight for it. Yammy was just as difficult, thus earning them both a long tazing session. The guards eventually switched to batons and the giant men fell to their knees. Nnoitra received a rather nasty hit to the temple.

It took a good minute for them to finally quit fighting back, though their expressions darkened with a thirst for vengeance.

Ichigo felt his face heat when more naked flesh was revealed, but he didn't let his eyes wander—he just wanted to make sure the guards found those weapons… Each suit was patted and turned inside out. They maneuvered all four inmates around, checking their bodies for anything strange, but found nothing.

"Alright, where'd you hide 'em… We know you have guns—Zaraki's never been wrong 'bout this kinda thing before…" Maki said, sounding exasperated.

"As ya can clearly see," Nnoitra motioned to their naked bodies, "We don't got nothin'! Your precious captain is losing his fuckin' touch!"

Ichigo frowned.

He clearly remembered Dr. Aizen ordering them to finish it tonight? Right? But how could they possibly do anything during lockdown..? Did he miss something? Did Ichigo not understand what was ordered of them? Have they already finished their task? Was there someone else helping them? Who else was involved in this?!

So many fucking qiestions!

"Check'm." Maki snarled, pointing directly at Nnoitra's scowling face.

The guard nearby gave a resigned sigh as he pulled out a pair of latex gloves. Ichigo wasn't exactly sure what was happening until they forcefully turned Nnoitra around and made him bend forward.

A tiny bit of sympathy pierced Ichigo even before Nnoitra started pleading, "C'mon! Ya can't seriously think I've got a gun up my ass! Maki! For real, man! YOU—" The next words died on his tongue as two gloved fingers slid inside him.

The other three inmates were forced into similar positions—Yammy needing to be beaten and tazed until he complied.

Ichigo quickly jerked back behind the corner when Maki turned around. Luckily the guard was too focused on his radio to notice.

BLP.

"Captain… We've got nothin'. Their cells are clean and they don't have anything on 'em."

Zaraki's reply didn't come for a long time and Ichigo's brows scrunched with worry when he heard, "Don't worry 'bout it… Just a false alarm… Let 'em all go…"

Maki stared at the radio incredulously while Ichigo's jaw dropped in surprise. Neither of them had ever heard Zaraki sound so… Subdued.

Once the shock wore off Maki shrugged indifferently, but Ichigo knew the same thing Zaraki did—Aizen definitely gave out weapons!

There was no question about it.

But then.. where were they?

And why would Zaraki just give up on finding them?

Sousuke's smooth voice slithered from his memories—

"Even if he DID find out—thanks to Bazzard and what happened in C Wing today—I now have something Zaraki will be wanting back."

And then Pantera's own warning—

"Even big, strong men like Zaraki have their soft spots. And Sousuke always has a back-up plan…"

Ichigo winced as a thought occurred to him, but he really, sincerely, hoped it wasn't what he was thinking.

"Whatchu waitin' around for…?" A different voice spoke directly into his ear, catching him by surprise.

Ichigo berated himself for dropping his guard as he spun around to see who it was, heart thudding loudly in his chest.

This was likely the one and ONLY time Ichigo has ever felt relieved to see Bazz-B's smirking face.

Just as Ichigo opened his mouth to growl something rude, his gaze snapped up when he noticed something different. He had to lean sideways to fully see it and suppressed a loud guffaw—His reaper logo was tattooed to Bazz-B's scalp, just below the smooth line of his mohawk. The sight caught Ichigo by surprise. He never expected Bazz-B to get the mark there!

He was brandishing it 'loud and proud'!

It made sense—Bazz-B wanted potential attackers to know exactly whose property they were messing with. For protection.

"I'm surprised you didn't put it on both sides—what if someone attacks ya from the right? Or, oh, why not your forehead?" Ichigo joked, voice wavering as he suppressed more laughter.

"Hah. You're hilarious." Bazz-B sang sarcastically, obviously unamused. He turned his head to give Ichigo a better view of the fresh tattoo, edges still a little raw. "But I'm likin' the look~ Might tat up the rest of my body. Get flames goin' down my hands—Whatchu think?" He lifted both hands, fingers and thumbs in the shape of a gun. He turned them slowly, inspecting his skin like he could already see colorful flames there.

"Goes with your nickname 'Hotshot'." Ichigo agreed with a shrug, but his amusement died once he remembered he hated Bazz-B. "Why're you here?"

Bazz-B stuffed both hands in his pockets and lifted his chin, "The tattoo took longer than I expected—Tessai just finished and I was going back to my cell… like a good pet… And 'sides, the guards don't usually care if I'm a lil' late…"

Ichigo gnawed on his bottom lip before blurting out the next question that was eating away at him, "Do you think your sister is still alive?"

Bazz-B glared at the ground, muscles in his temple clenching with suppressed rage. He took a minute to think about his answer—already knowing that not answering would just piss Ichigo off.

"You should never underestimate Bambietta—there's a reason why father thinks so highly of her… So… No, I don't think she's dead." He glanced up then away as he admitted, "That crazy, sadistic bitch is probably using Zaraki's wife for what she calls 'Special Relief'..."

Bazz-B regretted looking up again when he saw the devastated look on Ichigo's face. A foreign sensation attacked him then—like his ribcage was shrinking, constricting his insides; stomach twisting, and fingers twitching. It took him far too long to recognize the feeling as guilt.

"But.. Uh.. That's just a guess. I haven't heard anything from Bambietta yet, or from father—so it's possible she's dead. Since my phone's gone I gotta wait for 'em to contact me first, but I'll letchu know soon as I hear anything."

Ichigo blinked, slightly surprised, but then he heard the guards speak up and quickly motioned for Bazz-B to be quiet.

"C'mon! Let's get moving—lockdown's already started. You four, return to your cells now." There was a pause, some shuffling of feet, and Nnoitra hissing curses as he walked away. "Alright, back to patrolling. We're almost done for the day." Maki's commanding voice was getting closer, their footsteps louder. Ichigo dared not peek around the corner again. He had to make a decision now—his best (least risky) option was to sprint in the opposite direction and come back through the cafeteria; the risk was him assuming the cafeteria doors weren't locked.

He'll have to—

Ichigo's thoughts grinded to a halt when Bazz-B grabbed his shoulder.

"S'okay, man. Remember—If you've got my back, then I've got yours…" He sent Ichigo a playful wink before stepping around the corner. The guards immediately saw him and slowed to a stop.

"Hotshot..? Why the fuck're you wandering around after lockdown?" Maki grumbled accusingly.

"Ya know I like to take my time~" Bazz-B said in a way that sounded suggestive and Ichigo rolled his eyes. He then heard Bazz-B chuckle, possibly amused by a similar reaction from Maki, "But now that ya caught me—it'd be great if y'all escorted me back to my cell—never know who might be lurking 'round the corner…"

Ichigo's muscles tensed; it almost sounded like Bazz-B was about to give him up, but he had a feeling the insufferable jackass was saying it to get under his skin. He knew that was the case when Bazz-B wrapped both arms around the nearest guards' shoulders to keep any of them from passing.

"C'monnnn, you should be makin' sure I, the warden's son, gets to my cell in one piece! What's more important than that!?"

"Heh… Judging by that thing on yer head—ya got nothin' to worry about. I heard Reaper actually took pity on ya, but I didn't believe it 'til now. Ikkaku said ya got on all fours and begged him. That true?"

Bazz-B scoffed and an argument broke out, but their voices and footsteps gradually faded into the distance. Ichigo waited until he could no longer hear them before letting out the breath he was holding.

Ichigo took the chance and sprinted to C Wing's restroom, glad to find Kisuke and Yoruichi already inside. The two were huddled close, whispering urgently to each other. They relaxed as soon as they spotted Ichigo.

"We were worried—thought I'd have to track you down." Yoruichi scolded, hands on her lean hips, but Ichigo sniffed and lifted his chin.

"I can take care of myself.." Nevermind the fact that Bazz-B just saved him from getting caught by the guards.

"You're here now—that's all that matters. Quick, put these on. Do you have everything you need?" Kisuke held up a sloppily folded bundle of clothes—shoes, belt, and hat included.

"I hope so..." Ichigo said as he peeled off his suit and shirt. He grabbed the new uniform and tossed the hat to Yoruichi for safe keeping. "Is Pantera gone..?" Ichigo asked as he pulled on a pair of black slacks.

"I escorted him to the parking lot and watched him drive away, so I believe it's safe to say he's gone." Kisuke answered and grinned when a deeply relieved sigh seeped from Ichigo's lungs.

Before tossing aside the prisonsuit, Ichigo made sure to retrieve his items (Yhwach's Keycard, Riruka's business card, temporary hair-dye, his mother's engagement ring, USB flash-drive, and keys to the gym).

He slid his poor bandaged feet into some socks then carefully pulled on a pair of sturdy leather boots, shifting and testing to make sure nothing was too tight. He stood and stretched for a moment, pausing to enjoy the feel of being out of that accursed prison-uniform. He took some time to apply the ointment Yumichika gave him, slathering it on his bruised face, neck, and shoulder. The pain dulled instantly. He was tempted to see if it would work on his feet, but looking at the sparse amount left inside… an image of Grimmjow's bruised face flashed across his mind.

In one quick motion Ichigo pocketed the jar and brought out the first item Yumichika gave him: the hair dye. Ichigo hastily rinsed his hair, soaked it with the dark liquid—even his eyebrows, knowing it would look odd to keep them orange. He rinsed away any stray drips before they could stain his face, and, due to time constraints, didn't let it sit for too long.

His hair was more of an extremely dark brown than a jet black. It wasn't perfect, but it'd have to do.

Once finished, Yoruichi handed him a towel that he gladly accepted, staining the once fluffy, white cloth. Normally he'd make sure to burn it, destroy any evidence, but he wasn't worried—oddly enough, he trusted these two to tie up any loose ends.

Ichigo put on the white tanktop first then the dark button-up shirt. He flattened out any wrinkles and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows.

He then tried to tuck both shirts inside his pantline but Yoruichi reached out to stop him. Smiling warmly, she slowly turned him around, untucked both shirts, and then loosened the top two buttons to expose his collarbone.

"There… Now ya don't look like you're trying too hard. Just be casual~" She flashed a bright, beautiful smile and Ichigo fidgeted as heat collected in his cheekbones. Yoruichi was way too pretty up close; thick lashes and smooth, caramel skin that smelled inviting. He shifted uncomfortably when she traced a teasing finger above the waistband. His stomach flinched away from the gentle contact while his lower half leaned toward it. He made the mistake of looking up, allowing golden eyes to hypnotize him.

Ichigo bit his bottom lip and felt his heart thud excitedly when he looked back down to see a belt clasped in Yoruichi's opposite hand. He heard the deep chuckle that rumbled in her chest and felt the warmth of her skin as she leaned closer. Plump breasts pressed against his chest and soft lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "By the way… If ya ever find yourself feeling lonely, and ya want a break from getting your face smashed into a pillow—then come find me. I'll show you pleasures that'll make you weep~ Mm~ and you'd look gorgeous in tears." As she spoke, Yoruichi slowly—agonizingly slowly—pulled the belt through each loop around his waist.

Kisuke, immune as he was to her antics at this point, detachedly passed each guard-equipment for the belt; first the taser's harness, then the taser itself, followed by a hook for the baton, and last was the radio.

Yoruichi took a few steps back once she was done, finally allowing Ichigo to breathe. He coughed into his fist and readjusted his pants so that his… rising problem wasn't TOO obvious.

Kisuke decided to brush the awkwardness aside by pointing to the radio at Ichigo's left hip.

"Keep that on channel 4—Yoruichi and I will be listening, but be careful what you say. It's not exactly a private channel." Kisuke explained, satisfied when Ichigo double-checked the radio's current channel. "Also, tonight's code for the gate is 0011."

Ichigo looked up when there was a sharp crack of paper unfolding; the blueprint map of Hueco Mundo—as requested. It showed each different section of the building, which seemed a lot bigger to Ichigo now that he was seeing the entire facility. He followed Kisuke's finger as it tapped a specific location to the far left.

"This is Psych Ward. You'll have to pass through here," Kisuke pointed to a narrow hallway blocked by gates and a security outpost, "There should only be one guard there tonight. And, if luck is on your side, Äs won't bother stopping you."

"Ass?" Ichigo echoed with a cheeky smirk, and Kisuke huffed at him.

"Äs… and I gave him a book that should keep him engrossed—just try not to draw attention to yourself."

Yoruichi offered back his hat and Ichigo took it with a grateful nod. Putting it on, he turned back towards the mirror, making sure nothing looked out of place. Through the reflection he caught Kisuke giving him a strange look.

A look that Ichigo could only describe as 'longing'.

Kisuke realized his slip-up and quickly dropped his gaze, but it was too late.

Ichigo huffed through his nose and demanded, "What?"

Kisuke's lips twisted into a forlorn smile as he answered, "With your hair like that—You're the spitting image of your father…"

Ichigo was silent for a full minute, time he spent closely examining his own face, comparing it to Isshin's. His whole life he's heard people say he looked more like his mother—Not his goat-face-of-a-father.

"I shouldn't be surprised you know him. Not after Yoruichi admitted to knowing the whole Shiba clan." Ichigo has had enough revelations for one day…

But it would seem that everything so far has only been the tip of a giant iceberg, because, just when he thought nothing else could really surprise him, he saw Yoruichi's foreboding grin—Kisuke was already glaring at her by the time she opened her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, he KNOWS your father." She mimed jerking off to get her point across, and Ichigo's brain took a momentary hiatus from reality. He looked back at Kisuke and was almost glad the man's face was hidden beneath his own hat.

"Ugh! What'd I tell you about too much information!?" Ichigo snapped at Yoruichi, though he kept his voice soft to avoid unwanted attention. "I really didn't need to know that…." Ichigo grimaced when a quick, and unavoidable, image of his father and Kisuke doing the horizontal tango corrupted his mind.

ACK! He'll never be able to unsee that!

Yoruichi, the wicked bitch, laughed. She was truly entertained by his discomfort. Ichigo was beginning to wonder if his anguish served as some kind of nourishment for this devilish woman.

"I agree. That was unnecessary." Kisuke hissed and Yoruichi crossed her arms.

"Unlike you and Isshin, I'm an open book! You guys need to quit hiding shit from him." She pointed at Ichigo.

"There's 'hiding shit' and then there's shit I could've gone my whole life NOT knowing!" Ichigo argued, but Kisuke had that guilty look on his face again. Ichigo sighed and had to work up the nerve to ask, "What kind of relationship did you two have..? Was it serious?"

Kisuke shrugged and waved a hand in the air dismissively, "No. Isshin and I are just old friends."

Old friends…

Those two words struck a strange chord in his memories; The recent visit with his sisters, Yuzu and Karin… They told him Isshin was the one who turned him in, and when Ichigo demanded how he even knew, Yuzu said…

"We're not really sure… All he told us was that he got a call from an old friend."

Ichigo felt a new surge of rage boil his veins. His body moved before his brain could stop it.

Kisuke let out a small grunt when he was suddenly yanked forward by his collar and slammed against the nearest wall.

"YOU were the one who told him! You're the whole FUCKING reason I'm in here!" He wasn't asking for confirmation, he could already tell from Kisuke's wince. Ichigo slammed him against the wall again, for good measure, but then Yoruichi pried them apart.

"That's enough…"

"No. You have a lotta FUCKED UP SHIT to answer for. And all for what?! Some dumb medicine that keeps suffering cancer patients from keeling over?!"

"You don't get it… I…" Kisuke rubbed at his temples, "I was trying to find a cure… for everything. Not just for cancer or alzheimers, but ALL diseases. I wanted to free people from sickness…" Kisuke chuckled and scratched at the stubble along his chin, "I wanted to—dare I say?—cure death. Of course the military caught wind and Sousuke introduced the project like it was his, then they took everything to another level. You see, at the time—about 45 years ago—there was a very wealthy man offering a FORTUNE to cure one of his sons, a boy named Yhwach Ishida…" Kisuke hesitated to say more, but the sudden interest on Ichigo's face forced him to continue, "Yhwach was bedridden; born with a disease that got worse with age. By the time he turned fourteen he lost most of his senses; Blind, deaf, unable to feel anything…"

"Shit… That sounds awful." Ichigo grimaced in sympathy as he imagined going through something like that. "What a terrible fate…"

Kisuke nodded in agreement, "His father was desperate, and Sousuke needed the money, so he stole my ONLY post-trial example and used it on Yhwach. But this was only 'Part 1' of their plan. Sousuke knew my formula could do so much more than heal a single kid. He wanted it for CONTROL. His plan was evil… and I'll have no part in it!" Kisuke insisted, the desperation clear in his voice. "I tried to destroy it—my entire life's work.. I was willing to sacrifice it all. But Sousuke caught me before I could burn it. We fought and he managed to steal some of my notes. Luckily, I had the foresight not to write down the entire formula, and I always wrote in code. That's why he only has bits and pieces of it." Kisuke slumped against the wall and tore away his hat to toss it at the floor, "I've been trying to stop Sousuke for the last 40 years; I might not look it—thanks to a different experiment of mine—but I'm old… and I'm exhausted. I've tried everything I can think of, but Sousuke is untouchable. I even dipped into more… morally questionable methods." Kisuke took a deep breath before revealing something that made Ichigo stumble back in shock, "I was the one who hired Xcution 10 years ago… I asked Ginjou to put his best man on the job—apparently he thought you were his best man," Kisuke paused to let that sink in and Ichigo shifted uncomfortably, embarrassment and dread pinching his features. "That same mission you fucked up—the one Zangetsu took the fall for… You didn't realize it at the time, but that mansion you snuck into was Sousuke's—and those were MY old notes you stole." ((Chapter 7. See footnotes for excerpt*))

Ichigo leaned heavily on the nearest sink as that night came rushing back, again.

"But it wasn't enough to stop Sousuke—only delay his progress. I've tried to thwart him over and over again… You already heard about Ulquiorra, but he wasn't the only one. When the commander released me from my station, Sousuke took my old apprentice, Mayuri Kurotsuchi. After a lot of bribing and begging, I managed to convince Mayuri to help, but Sousuke is always one goddamn step ahead of me…" Kisuke finally locked eyes with Ichigo as he stressed this next part, "I needed help—I needed someone who could blindside him, someone who could sneak through his defenses… I needed 'Reaper'." He crossed his arms with a sigh, "Yes—you made a mistake during your first mission.. but because of it, you learned, and grew. You forced yourself to get better. Now you really are the best at what you do…"

Ichigo pondered this information for a moment, letting all the pieces click into place. He couldn't see the whole picture, but things were starting to become much clearer…. Some things, however, stood out awkwardly, like loose threads fraying.

"So… It was your idea to have me arrested… And you convinced my father to contact the police… but, Ginjou… he's the one who forged my signature which brought me here… He did it because he found out that this is where Grand Fisher was hiding."

"And who do you think gave him that information?" Kisuke snarked back, seeming a little too proud of himself at the moment.

The muscles in Ichigo's face were working overtime, he could feel the strain and twitch in his temples, but he couldn't pinpoint what kind of expression he was wearing at that moment.

He really wanted to punch something…

"Well, thanks for leaving me in the dark this whole fucking time." He didn't bother keeping the bitterness out of his voice.

"I had to be careful about sharing too much information—otherwise Sousuke would know something was off."

"But he must know SOMETHING by now! Half the damn prison already knows I'm sneaking into his lab tonight!" Ichigo blurted, a little worried now. The last thing he wanted was to waltz into a trap.

Kisuke hummed, "I had my eyes and ears on Sousuke all day; the only time he stepped out of his office was to escort Pantera to Yhwach, and then to grab the weapons while Grimmjow and Grant were being released. Otherwise, he stayed busy in his office."

"What about the meeting he had with Nnoitra and the others? I only heard the tailend of it, but I'm sure Luppi would jump at the chance to fuck me over."

Kisuke shook his head, "The meeting was very brief—not a lot was said. You were only mentioned at the end, when he said Zaraki would be too busy with you to bother them." Ichigo still looked wary, so Kisuke added, "Even if there's only a slim chance that this will work, we have to take it. Tonight is our last chance—If we can't stop him NOW, then it's over…"

Ichigo groaned in despair, coming to terms with the fact that he may never see his family or friends ever again…

"I really wish you just told me everything sooner… You coulda at least warned me about the stupid 'Auction' thing while I was stuck in Solitary."

Kisuke grinned as he replied, "Shinji tried to give you an out—but you kept refusing his help. And besides, it was for the best that you learned the same way everyone else did—the hard way. It gained you some proper 'respect'." Brown eyes narrowed while Kisuke's grin grew, "It's not like I left ya to the wolves alone. I knew people here would be willing to help you—especially the Shinigami. They adopted you the moment they learned you were a Shiba. Plus, Grimmjow still obviously cares about you. And Zaraki is a good ally to have… The one who surprised me the most, though, was White."

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, loosening some of the tension building up there. He hated how much sense Kisuke was making—because he was starting to understand, and understanding usually bred forgiveness… But he wasn't quite ready to forgive this unpredictable man yet.

"Why not just ask me for help before? If you explained the situation, then—,"

Kisuke shook his head and chuckled as he bent down to retrieve his hat, "Think back to before you got here; Living with Orihime and Nelliel—Be honest, would you have uprooted your whole life to help some people you'd never met before..?"

Ichigo was quick to fire back, "Keigo was pretty much a stranger when I saved him from Bazz-B, so I don't wanna hear your excuses." He huffed and crossed his arms to convey his conviction, "And I still don't understand why you had to bring my father into this..?"

"Like I've been saying—If my name was anywhere near your paperwork, Sousuke would've noticed. And even if your transfer seemed suspicious, courtesy of Ginjou, Sousuke and Yhwach were expecting you, because—" Ichigo nodded, already predicting what Kisuke was about to say, "—they've known about your vendetta against Grand Fisher for a long time. But I don't think Sousuke took into account the amount of allys you'd have—from your hobby of helping every person you cross paths with." Kisuke shrugged and Ichigo lifted a fist, contemplating burying it in Kisuke's stomach. "You know… convincing Isshin to turn you in was one of the most difficult things I've ever done… However, if you truly want honesty, he didn't seem as put out about it when he heard how many people you've killed as Reaper. I think he's a little disappointed in the choices you've made."

Ichigo's anger vanished, his emotions wilting. Why did disappointing a parental figure always feel like such a slap to the face? He'd much rather his father be angry than disappointed.

Is that why Isshin refuses to see him..? Won't visit? Won't even give him a fucking phone call?

Somehow Kisuke managed to flip everything around, and now Ichigo was the one feeling guilty. Kisuke sighed and gestured impatiently towards the exit as he said, "Just do this for me—get it done, and I will make sure you get out of here. I swear it."

"Just so we're clear…" Ichigo hissed, "I'm not doing this for you. Hell! I'm not even doing it for ME anymore—Not since Grand Fisher is off the table. That was our whole deal in the first place, in case you've forgotten—"

"I'm well aware of our deal." Kisuke said heatedly, his patience wearing thin. "And I always keep my word."

Ichigo wanted to say something nasty, but decided against it. Despite what he thought of this man—he needed Kisuke, and Kisuke needed him. They were stuck together in this mess now—there was no changing the past.

"Why do I get the feeling you're still hiding something from me..?" Ichigo turned to lock eyes with Yoruichi, hoping she might confirm his suspicion.

She sighed and shifted from foot to foot, "It's really not our place to say…"

"Really!? NOW you keep your mouth shut!? What happened to being an open book?" Ichigo threw up his hands, exasperated with the BOTH of them! "Forget it. I'll contact you when I'm finished."

Kisuke didn't say or do anything else as he watched Ichigo fold up the map and stuff it in his pocket. Then he finally left.

Once outside the restroom, Ichigo pulled down the brim of his hat, covering as much of his face as he dared without seeming too suspicious. Then he turned towards the direction of Psych Ward.

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* (Excerpt from Ch7)

Ichigo idly traced the grip of the daggers with his thumbs as he thought back to his mission. He was told to sneak into someone's house to get copies of some sort of paperwork. Simple, basic stuff. Ichigo couldn't recall too many details but he never received much information in the first place. His mission dossier had only contained specifics on security plans and what to look out for; Nothing about who owned the property or what the information would be. Ichigo had thought it was a little strange, but he was getting paid enough to not think too much about it at the time.

Notes:

Stay tuned-part 2 will be up shortly!