I cannot stop this sickness taking over

It takes control and drags me into nowhere

I need your help, I can't fight this forever

I know you're watching,

I can feel you out there

Take me high and I'll sing

Oh you make everything okay, okay, okay

'Kay, Okay, Okay

Laying in bed doesn't help. I figured that out about thirty or so minutes into trying it. The ceiling just stared at me and for some reason I got the almost overwhelming sensation that it was judging me. Telling me to knock it the fuck off, or wondering what I was doing. Hell, I wish I knew. It was weird because for the past few months I'd felt like I was really making some progress, you know? Like, I'd go a few nights without any nightmares. Sometimes I'd go an entire day without thinking about his eyes. Other nights… Other days, well… You get the picture. But the point was that previously it'd been every night, and every day, and it'd felt like there was no escape to him.

Now though, I didn't even know what to call myself. Was I still in the healing process? Or was this considered a relapse? Jesus, I sounded like a damn drug addict. But then again, I guess that wasn't very far off the mark.

I turned over in my bed, a sigh escaping my lips as I decided to stare at my alarm clock instead of the judgmental ceiling. Five forty five in the evening. Aka, coming up on the last good chunk of minutes that I'd have to be alone. Pretty soon my sisters would get here, then my dad, and then it was back to pretending I was a decent, functioning member of society. Honestly, it made me tired just thinking about it.

That wasn't to say I felt like I had to lie to my family. To be honest, they were probably the biggest support system I had. Karin pretended like nothing ever happened, but I could tell she still watched me sometimes out of the corner of her eye, could tell she was angry about having been blindsided just like me. But she kept quiet, always did. My dad… Well, he's almost the opposite. He kept trying to set me up on dates before I finally got with Inoue, even though I always told him to get lost and ended up having to block some weird flying kick to the side of my face. Really, I mean the man had gotta be going into his fifties, how the hell did he even manage that anymore? Finally, there was Yuzu… She'd taken it the hardest. I don't know why that had surprised me at the time, but it did. I guess back then I was still in shock over everything, you know? Like the gravity of it all hadn't settled.

Guess it still hasn't.

I sighed, turned over on my other side and pulled out my cell phone. Some time ago while i'd been driving it'd vibrated in my pocket and I hadn't bothered to check. After all, there were only two people who'd bother texting me and right about now I could only narrow it down to one: Tatsuki. Unlocking the screen and swiping over to my messages, those fears were confirmed. I took a deep breath and clicked on the text.

~With her now. You're fucking dead when I see you.

Yeah, I'd already figured that part. I clicked out of Tatsuki's conversation, not bothering to text back, there wasn't anything to say anyways. I was about to put my phone down when my hand hesitates, my mind beginning to reel at a prospect I hadn't indulged in years. I knew I shouldn't, of course I knew that. But it didn't stop me from scrolling down, way down, about twenty or so conversations in my phone's log until I saw it: his name, Grimmjow.

I froze.

When was the last time I'd allowed myself to look at them? The last time I'd been this deep? A very large part of me wondered why the fuck I still had this text log, why I hadn't deleted his number. Hell, I was due for an phone upgrade last year. But it didn't matter. I couldn't get rid of it- of my last tie to him. Not yet. And how stupid was that? I was messed up, that's just all there was to it.

I clicked the conversation, opening texts dated back to before I was this pathetic lump on my mattress, back to when I was just starting to think my life was going in the right direction. As I looked through the words, I couldn't help the very distinct (and very painful) pang that struck through my chest. It felt serrated, as if it were cutting through all the scar tissue I'd worked so hard to build up. But for some reason I couldn't stop reading. Yeah, maybe that was the fucked up part of me coming through.

But I didn't want to forget.

I didn't want his words to be erased along with everything else. His scent. His voice. His touch. His eyes. They were all gone. But not his words.

Just reading over a handful of them made my dick twitch.

[11:37pm] Oi, strawberry, u up?

[11:38pm] What do you think I am, 4? Of course I'm up.

[11:38pm] Good. c'mere.

[11:40pm] Come...where?

[11:41pm] here, dumbass. m' stayin' at The Arrancar tonight.

[11:42pm] Shouldn't you buy me dinner first before you booty call me?

[11:43pm] Remember when I said y'didn't suck my dick for fixin yer car?

I couldn't stop the memories even if i'd wanted to.

I wasn't an expert on Motel walls, but I was pretty sure that anyone within a one hundred foot radius of this one hated me, and I didn't give a single shit. It couldn't have been later than eight A.M, at least I didn't think so. Then again, I wasn't about to waste my time looking over at the clock on the bedside table. My face was currently pressed sideways into a pillow, hands grasping at the sheets desperately. It was as if all my senses were being taken over because there was no way in hell I could focus on anything aside from Grimmjow's hands on my hips, and his lips by my ear, breath fanning harshly against my skin. And of course his-

"Y'like my cock, Kurosaki?" His voice was a purr, it was the personification of the smoothest, best fucking chocolate I'd ever tasted. And sure, that was a sappy way to describe it but I didn't care. I could only moan in response (a sound that hitched on my breath and rose a few octaves, much to my dismay) and push my hips back against him. He filled me.

I can feel my hair sticking to my forehead, but for some reason it doesn't bother me like it always did whenever I'd try my hands at sports, or any other physical exertion, and my eyes squeeze shut as Grimmjow's hips snap forward against me from behind once more.

"Ah, s-shit, Grimm…" I'm gritting my teeth, trying to hold back my voice because there's no way in hell I wanted to sound like some stupid porn star. But I can tell right away that Grimmjow doesn't want any part of that because he only harshens his movements. I can feel the entirety of him pulling out almost fully, threatening to leave me empty just before he thrusts back inside. The way the head of him pushes and slides against my prostate has my mouth hanging open and there's no way I'd ever be able to hold those sounds back.

"That's it...Fuck… Say my name..!" His fingers tangled into my hair, pulling my head back and making it impossible to even so much as muffle my sounds against the pillow that now lay connected to me only by a thin trail of saliva. Was I really drooling? I turned my head, knowing that I had to look pretty damn out of it, looking at him over my shoulder and holy fucking god he was beautiful.

Nothing can describe the look of Grimmjow during sex. The way his muscles tense, fingers digging into my hips and threatening to leave a bruise. Or the way his muscles perfectly stretch and swell with his actions. Hell, if someone had taken a picture and shown it to me saying that I was getting fucked by the Greek god Adonis I wouldn't have questioned it one fucking bit.

Out of everything though, the part that really got me were his eyes. They were these swirling oceans of blue and it was like the second I looked at them I was captured. And god, above all else were they feral.

He pulled me up against him by my hair, my back pressed against the sculpted expanse of his chest. I moved my hand back to tangle in those wild blue locks of his, tightening around him and pushing my hips back further.

"Grimmjow..! Hahhh, shit… Grimm!" I could feel him pulsing inside me. In and out. In and out. He was moving so fast, so hard. Idly, I heard him grunt in response before his lips were on my neck. I wasn't protesting my any means, and the second I felt his teeth sink into my skin I moaned harder than I had yet, my cock twitching and leaking copious amounts of precum onto the sheets beneath me.

Grimmjow groaned into the bite, bringing it to a degree that was bordering a pain I innately wanted to pull away from; and for a brief second, I wondered if he'd end up breaking the skin. My breath hitched as he detached, lips ghosting up to my ear. His breathing was heavy yet somehow still seemed in control, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell this guy's stamina limit was.

"Turn around." It was a command, spoken in this dominant baritone that sent shivers down my spine. It sounded dangerous, dark, heavy. I didn't mind obeying. I pulsed around him in response, feeling myself contracting and accentuating the way he filled me. He groaned again, forcefully doing the job he wanted done for me.

His hand gripped the back of my knee, lifting and flipping me over onto my back. I landed with a thud, and don't judge me but I couldn't help whining as I felt him pull out, even though it was only for a moment. Before I knew it, Grimmjow was kissing hotly up my body, making me squirm and ache in places I need him to touch. I gasped, feeling his teeth on my nipple, my hips desperately pushing up into his and I swore I could feel him smirk against my skin. Damn bastard. He loved this.

Within the next moment he was beside me in a sitting position, his back against the headboard. He looked at me with that trademark grin of his, as if his eyes were devouring every inch of me. I gulped, my cock twitched. I'm so fucking gay.

"What, y'think yer done, Strawberry?" No, god no I hoped not. But maybe Grimmjow thought that because I was just gawking at him like some lovesick puppy instead of moving towards that body that looked like it was specially sculpted out of perfection. He continued though, despite my delay in response; and the words to leave his mouth had that infuriating blush blooming over my cheeks. "-Ride me."

He shifted his hips a bit and my eyes were drawn to the movement. I licked my lips, wanting so badly in that moment to wrap my lips around his dick and suck him into oblivion. But that would have just wasted the condom he was wearing and use up time when I could have that piece of work inside me instead.

I did as instructed, swinging my leg over his hips and steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. I must've looked nervous or something because Grimmjow was grinning again and his hands had moved to my hips.

"Never fucked like this before 'er somethin'?" He pushed his hips up, thick length sliding almost where I needed it but not quite. Unfortunately for me, I didn't exactly have the courage to just grab him and go to town. But I guess that's what he expected or something. Grimmjow always threw me for a loop in that aspect. It was like he never had any inhibitions, or drawbacks. Like he really did just do whatever he wanted. It was kind of exhilarating.

All of him was.

"I didn't say that!" The truth was probably clear as day on my face but I didn't care, instead I did what I'd been hesitant to do, reaching back behind me and wrapping my fingers around him. He felt hot, and heavy. I licked my lips, felt the twitch in his hips at my grip. My movements were unpracticed, but soon enough I had the head of him at my entrance, my body weight lowering almost of its own volition and need. I gasped, my head tilting back as I moaned without a care in the world. Fuck, he felt so good.

"S-shit..!" I fell the rest of the way, my thighs slamming against the tops of his as he became once again fully sheathed within me. In response, Grimmjow held my hips tighter, thrusting into me at a harsh pace that somehow still left me wanting more. But god it was so good. My nails were digging into his shoulders and his lips were against my ear.

"That's it, Kurosaki… Fuck..!" His deep voice reverberated, caressing my skin and thrumming within me. I lifted up, pushed back down. Over and over again. Our breathing was escalating, my toes beginning to curl. Almost, I thought. I'm so close… So-

The sound of my ringtone blaring off to the right on the nightstand scared the living shit out of me. I jumped, having not expected it in the least, and barely turned my focus in its direction. Who the hell would be calling me now? But the thought was hardly entertained. Grimmjow was still moving inside me and I'd be damned I miss a second of it.

The ringing stopped.

Only to start right back up again. I frowned that time.

"Popular guy, huh?" Grimmjow was watching me, a single brow raised. I knew the question had been rhetorical but I couldn't help answer.

"Yeah..."Trying to catch your breath and speak clearly when you're getting fucked into cloud nine is really difficult, just saying. "S'why the past ten callers in my Recents list are all my dad…" And I couldn't help but chuckle at my own joke. Would've been able to concentrate more on it if the ringing had not been blaring.

It stopped again.

...And started. I practically growled.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I said in an accusatory manner to my cell phone. It didn't respond. Shocker.

"Answer it." Wasn't exactly the response I expected, and I looked back at Grimmjow, breath still heavy as his movements began to still.

"What? No way!" He rolled his eyes.

"Just answer the goddamn phone. Ain't goin' anywhere." He thrust once more, harshly and at just the perfect angle, as if to prove his point. My dick was leaking onto his stomach. Reluctantly, I reached over and grabbed it, swiping across the screen and too annoyed to bother checking who it was.

"Yeah?" I probably sounded pissed off, but right then I didn't care. The voice that came through had my eyes widening in surprise.

"Yo, Ichigo! You up already? I wasn't sure…"

"Renji!?" My voice sounded incredulous. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed but I hardly noticed.

"Yeah- didn't you look at the caller id? You probably were sleepin'. Anyways, you busy today?" I wasn't sure if Grimmmjow could hear Renji on the other line or not, but he took the very moment I opened my mouth to respond as the perfect opportunity to resume his previous motions. I gasped; loud.

"Oh, shit..!" Then bit harshly into my lower lip as I glared daggers at Grimmjow. He only sat there with this predatory and smug as hell smirk plastered all over his face. I hated the way it made me grind back against him for more. The way just the simple crooked pull of his lips could bring me closer to the edge. The way-

"Uhhh...hey, you alright?" Oh, right. I was on the phone.

"Y-yeah! I fuckin' fell out of bed... " Renji laughed in response, completely buying it. Honestly, it was times likes these I wondered how he had managed to land himself a job on the force. Not to be an asshole and say he was an idiot or anything, but...

"Hah! Eat shit!" I scowled. Wait, nevermind. He was definitely an idiot.

"Jackass, what'd ya- fuck...want?" I gasped again as Grimmjow's fingers curled around my length, pumping me hard and fast in a way that had my hold on the phone faltering. My eyes bore into his, lidded and no doubt looking hazy as fuck. Why did it have to be me? The guy who can barely think of two words when he's getting off? It was one reason why I'd never been good at the whole 'fantasizing' thing. How the hell did anyone concentrate enough for that anyways? Quickly, I pressed the mute button on my cell. Renji continued without a hitch.

"Oh, yeah- I got somethin' I wanna talk to ya about. Real important, official police business I'll have you know." If I wasn't trying to be as quiet as possible while having the best sex of my life, I would've dead panned right there. Luckily, the whole mute aspect was in effect, so I took the opportunity to moan, my forehead falling down onto Grimmjow's shoulders. I moved my hips up slowly, down harder... Grimmjow's nails were digging into my ass as he held me and thrust continuously upwards. I clicked the mute off, breath harsh and voice strained.

"Yeah- sure, fine...Text me when, yeah?" The receiver was closer to Grimmjow's ear now, considering my position, so it wasn't a far stretch to say he could easily hear Renji, who now seemed to be catching on that something might be amiss with me.

"Yo- Ichigo, you sure you're-" I couldn't hear anymore after that, considering Grimmjow snatched the phone from my fingers with a hand he'd freed by letting go of my cock. My eyes squeezed shut as I rocked back into him.

"Kurosaki can't come to the phone right now. He's a little busy." As if for emphasis, and to my undying embarrassment, Grimmjow's hips took on a harsher pace, causing my eyes to squeeze shut against my will and my voice to leave at an unprecedented high volume. I clutched onto Grimmjow's shoulders, not having even a shred of shame left within me, and rode back against him. I was so close. So close I could almost taste it- almost feel it.

"G-Gri-! Ahh.. Fuck!" Reaching down, I began finishing what he'd started, jerking myself off as I finally hit the edge. I swear I could feel the blush on my cheeks eating me alive. Grimmjow resumed his little speech at my expense, and I could only hope Renji wasn't a homophobic dickwad and that I wouldn't have to hear too much about this later.

"Hear that? S'my cue to go." He hung up the phone and bit into my neck at the peak of my orgasm, only seconds before I felt him pulse and tense inside me, growling against my flesh as he came just as loud and hard as I did. Before I knew it, I was kissing him, phone conversation forgotten in that moment. His lips were soft and his breath was labored and hot as his hands traveled up my sides. Though my body was thoroughly spent from the previous night and now, I never wanted it to end.

This... Whatever this was... I wanted more. Needed more.

Of him.

"Onii-chan, we're home!" The call comes from downstairs and instantly I feel myself sighing. I don't answer yet, not because I don't want to necessarily but because I haven't collected myself yet. I sit up, roughly running my hands over my eyes and blowing out a steadying breath. It's ok. I can go down to my family and act like I'm three years past an event. I can act like it's just something of my bitter past. I can. I do it everyday. Today's worse, but I've done this before too.

"Onii-chan!" Yuzu calls again. "Are you here?" I can here Karin booting up her Xbox One as she adds in.

"Maybe he's out with that chick." She sounds disinterested, I regret not having a stronger bond with her. We're really alike, Karin and I.

"Orihime-chan is nice, I don't know why you're so mean..." She deflates, and I can almost see the disappointed look on her face. I'm quietly staring at myself in the bathroom mirror now, splashing water on my face and eyes. In a moment I'm walking down the stairs again, only to catch the tail-end of Karin's sentence.

"-so I'm just saying. Maybe all the brains went to her tits or something, I dunno." As soon as I enter the room, Karin actually looks like she didn't expect me to come down until she was done shit talking my girlfriend, because her eyes widen and she just turns around on the couch, loading up her new copy of FIFA 16.

A part of me never really understood why Karin didn't like Inoue. Kamisama knows the girl was nothing but nice to both my sisters, and Yuzu couldn't get enough of her. For Karin... It had almost been like once I started dating her, she started disliking her. Before, when we'd just been friends, she hadn't cared one way or the other.

Maybe it was because of him, I thought. But then again maybe that was just my fucked up brain using any excuse possibly to derive some connection to him. I shook my head, threading fingers through my hair as Yuzu sighed from the kitchen. She hadn't seen me yet.

"Yo." Was my genius greeting. Yuzu turned around for that, a smile instantly on her face. It was weird, looking at her, she was starting to look so much like Mom.

"Onii-chan! What do you want for dinner?" Then a small pout forms on her lips. "You haven't eaten already have you?"

"Nah, not yet. Make whatever you want, Yuz, it's all great." Turning my attention to Karin, I muss up her hair from my standing position behind the couch.

"You want a second player?" Slowly, she peeks back up at me and the action is almost hesitant. Did she really think I'd get mad at her comment. Or... Maybe I should have. Maybe that was just one more thing that made me a shitty boyfriend.

"You really want me to kick your ass again, Ichi-nii?" Ah, there was that smile I wanted to see. I jump over the back of couch, landing next to her and knocking my shoulder into hers.

"Hey, it doesn't count if you score goals while I go to take a piss!" I'm laughing at the memory and because she's smiling, I can hear Yuzu giggle from the kitchen as she sifts through some drawers. They help, I remember belatedly. My little sisters always help bring me out of a funk and it's like I forget that fact every time I get too down. But they forgive me, even when I shut out the world. They tried their best even when I went through the first couple months hardly responding to anything at all. Fuck, I'd been so out of it.

We start up he game a moment later, messing around with picking our teams and Karin having me promise that I'm not going to try and copy her 'sick techniques'. Yuzu gasps from the kitchen in surprise, coming around to the living room and holding up her old cookbook.

"You guys, look! I finally found it!" She's so excited her voice sounds more like a squeak than its normal pitch, and she's clutching the book with vigor, practically bouncing in place. I glance over, Karin uses the opportunity to kick the ball away from my players' feet.

"Oi-! Cheater!" I click the pause button with Karin laughing her ass off as I turn my full attention to Yuzu.

"Woah, I haven't seen that thing in forever!" It was a cook book that had belonged to our mother, and one of Yuzu's most prized possessions. Since it was the kind that was three-ring punched, she was able to add recipes of her own right alongside mom's. I think that's what had made it most special to her. Losing it had taken a heavy toll, despite her best attempts to hold a smile. I was pretty sure that was the only thing of mom's that she had.

"Yeah! I forgot I hid it behind all of dad's dumb weight loss books so he'd stop taking out pages just to see mom's handwriting." I rolled my eyes, our father was such a piece of work. Karin seemed to perk up a bit now at the prospect of getting something other than curry for dinner, her eyes finally leaving the screen.

"So, what're you gonna make?" She asked as I set the controller down on the coffee table, getting up off the couch and walking towards the fridge for a beer. Yuzu turned the book towards herself, lip jutting out inquisitively as she gave it some thought.

"Hmm, maybe I'll-" The moment she opened it, a leaflet of paper fell out onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up. "Oh, yeah! I remember this one! I'll make Yakitori Chicken!" My brows furrow, the name sounds familiar, but I can't remember when I've heard it. Yuzu's made it before though, I know that. Karin speaks offhandedly from the couch.

"Yeah, wasn't the last time you made that when-" She cuts herself off, words frozen in a suspended silence and I can feel Karin's eyes on me. It all hits right then, the last time she made Yakitori. My hand starts shaking and I drop the can of beer. It lands with a thud onto the linoleum and I didn't think of I then but I'm glad the fall didn't puncture it.

"For him." It comes out in a voice I barely recognize, and I'm trying to pull it together so my sisters don't see me have what would be my second panic attack in the same day.

"Onii-chan!" Yuzu exclaims when she takes in the fact that I'm trembling and I still haven't picked up the can. She doesn't know it's taking all my effort not to have the memories bombard my mind all at once. I can't let them come back, not right now. "I'll make something else! Don't worry!" Worry. Me, I shouldn't worry. How fucking backwards. I didn't want them to worry. My little sisters, the two points of light in my world. They shouldn't have to worry about their older brother who was supposed to have his shit together but didn't.

"No, it's fine, Yuzu. Make it." But I guess I don't sound convincing enough because she's still staring at me. I finally look up, finally meet her gaze and the concern that's held within those doe eyes of hers has my heart lurching. Don't look at me like that, I think. Stop it. I'm fine. I'm fine!

"Onii-chan..." I pick up the can, her voice is soft, hesitant. The last thing she wants to do is upset me and I feel like a failure because the people in my life keep wanting to do mundane things in life that I can't handle anymore because every little detail is soaked in him and I can't get away.

"I said it's fine, Yuzu." My voice is harsher and I don't mean it to be. It's just getting difficult. This situation, this air. I can feel tension within it as my lungs find it increasingly difficult to get enough oxygen.

"It's been three years, Ichi-nii.."

"Onii-chan..?"

"Maybe it'll be better if you just eat it."

"I can find something else." I can't breathe as they're talking, and I know I should say something but the words won't come. Be quiet. Be quiet. Please, I can't take much more...

"You can't let Grimmjow keep controlling you."

That snaps me. My eyes widening as time that only seconds ago felt frozen is now sped up. It's moving faster than my heartbeat and I swear the organ is about to pound right out of my chest. No one's said his name aloud to me. No one. Not even myself. Every once in awhile I'll afford my mind the luxury of thinking it, but- hearing his name. Grimmjow.

You can't let him control you.

I was already fucking up today, might as well keep the record going.

The can that I'd just picked up off the ground was flung from my grip, crashing against one of the cupboards and causing both girls to jump in surprise.

"Shut the fuck up!" My voice was angry, tense, it came out of me in a strained baritone that seemed on the verge of tears but I hadn't cried since I was nine years old. Not since my mom died. They both gasped, I never cussed at them. Looking into Karin's eyes, she looked afraid.

"How dare you!? How dare you say his name to me!? You think I fucking want this!?" The words wouldn't stop, and the background only held the fizzing of the beer can that now coated the ground in itself. "You think I want to be fucked up!?" Yuzu's eyes were welling up with tears now, causing Karin's to take on a harder approach. She was always so damn protective.

"Ichigo, don't yell at us!" I laughed then, incredulously, on the brink of losing my sanity.

"Onii-chan, I'm sorry..!" Karin interjected there.

"You didn't do anything, Yuzu!" She moved from her sitting position to Yuzu's side, arm going around her shoulders comfortingly. Her eyes gave me an unsure glare. As if she couldn't understand my outburst. As if I were the one who started this.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I yelled. "All any of you do is look at me like I'm going to break any second! Like I can't fucking handle this! And then you say his name to me!? To me, Karin!?"

"You aren't ever going to get over it if you don't face it, Ichigo!" I knew she was serious when she kept the honorifics off my name twice now. "Grimmjow! Grimmjow! Grimmjow!"

My brain didn't even register what I'd done until my palm stung from slapping her across the face. A red mark formed on her cheek almost instantly, eyes widening in complete shock. My chest was heaving as she pushed away from Yuzu, eyes welling up with tears. Karin ran up the stairs and slammed the door to her bedroom before I could even move. When I looked to the side, Yuzu stared at me like I was a monster. I felt like one in that moment.

For the second time that day, I turned and left someone I loved crying. It was my fault. All my fault. I hardly took the time to grab my hoodie off the coat rack before I was out the door, the crisp air in my face. My heart hurt, my chest felt like it was about to implode. I thanked every god in the universe that I still had a pack of cigarettes in my jacket pocket and ignored the pang I felt at them being the same type Grimmjow smoked. Camel menthols.

Before I knew it, my feet were taking me in the direction of Inoue's house. And I don't know what exactly I'm going to do when I get there but I know it won't be good. I'll mess her up more just like i'm doing to everyone else. It was a if I were plagued, diseased, and every individual that came into contact with me would be poisoned but that was exactly what I needed right now. As selfish as it seems, I needed to taint another, to bring them down to my level. It kills me because consciously I know I care about these people, that they mean the world to me and are the only reason I've managed to keep my head above water.

But subconsciously I want to gouge out their eyes for not being blue.

As my feet continuously thud against the concrete, I was completely vulnerable to the memories now, and they flooded forth relentlessly. Grimmjow at my dinner table, getting along with my sisters. My dad looking at me as if the skepticism of me bringing a guy over had finally vanished and instead been replaced with acceptance. The way I smiled at him and he smiled back as if the moon and stars were captured within him.

Yeah, I remembered that night...

A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of my readers for their continued support on my stories. Confined wouldn't have made it to a sixth chapter without you guys. I can't tell you how many times (and for how long) I thought I'd never pick this work back up again, but seeing your periodic follows and favorites (as well as reviews) really motivated me to not let you down! I hope you stick around for the entire ride because It's going to be a good one.

On another note, did the smut in this chapter help make up for the gore in the ch.5? I know it was ill-received by some, but I really do think it was necessary. I wanted to shock, disgust, and maybe even slightly deter some. Grimmjow has been a true psychopath his entire life and I feel like showing that really brings to light how different he is with Ichigo, even if it's hardly contained.

Anyways, thank you, and until next time~