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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 10: DEBUT AND DISASTER
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XOXOXOXO
"Sir, we have a problem in the parking garage," Kaname Tousen stated upon entering Aizen's office.
Tousen prided himself on being nearly fearless, but when it came to Sosuke Aizen, he knew true terror. The man rarely, if ever, did his own dirty work, but if need be he would step in. If that need arose, he was ruthless, mowing down man, woman, boy and girl until he felt the issue resolved.
Tousen was aware of the current abduction of Gin and also of the fact that Aizen had given Shawlong Qufang the job of finding him. So, this current development would not be welcome, and frankly, Tousen was more than a little afraid to relay it. He watched warily as Aizen narrowed his eyes over steepled fingers.
"What sort of problem?" He asked smoothly. Tousen gulped. Here it got difficult.
"S-Shawlong Qufang's body was found on level 3 with this disc attached to his clothing. It says to be delivered directly to you, Aizen, sir."
Tousen's entire body was rigid with fear. As soon as the words "Shawlong Qufang's body" had left his mouth, Aizen's eyes had narrowed even further and his mouth had drawn into a thin line.
"Give it to me."
Tousen handed the disc over and swiftly stepped out of arm's reach, just in case. Aizen turned on a silver laptop and glanced up at Tousen.
"Wait in the reception area. I will call you when I am ready for you."
Aizen's words were clipped, his voice taut. Tousen hurried from the office knowing that if that disc and Shawlong's dead body were any indication, things were only going to get far worse.
XOXOXOXO
"Renji, how did you know you liked Byakuya in-in a sexual sort of way?" Ichigo nervously asked his friend, who only laughed.
"The same way you know when you like anyone that way. Just coz he's a guy doesn't make any difference. I thought he was hot and I realized I wouldn't mind havin' sex with him."
"You didn't freak out or anything?" Ichigo was baffled.
"For what? I mean, it was weird and I was shocked as shit at first, but fuck, the body wants what it wants. Then, once the heart gets involved, you can forget it," Renji replied softly, picking a piece of lint off of his jeans.
Ichigo sat in silence as he thought about what he wanted. His body definitely wanted Grimmjow in the worst way. His heart was a little more tricky. Sure, he liked the man, but that didn't have anything to do with his heart. That was lust, through and through. Ichigo heard Shiro sigh long and hard.
'What the fuck's your problem?' He asked irritably.
'King, ya forget I live here too er somethin'?'
'What are you talking about?'
'Ya ain't jus' feelin' lust for Grimm.'
'Why are you calling him that?' Ichigo asked, a little disturbed.
'Coz you want to.'
'Urrgghh, we'll talk about this later.'
Ichigo heard Shiro sigh again before he gave his full attention back to Renji.
"How did you know you had...feelings...for Byakuya? It wasn't just lust?" Ichigo's curiosity had put him past feeling embarrassed or ashamed about what he was asking his friend. Renji scratched his chin with a thoughtful expression.
"Actually, I didn't. They just sorta snuck up on me. In the beginning, I did think it was only lust and that I would probably get over it or get bored, but then one night we had this big ass argument about I forget what, and Byakuya had stormed outta my place all pissed off. At first, I was stubborn coz, pride ya know? Then after a week of not seein' him, I got all...I don't know what to call it, but my chest kept feelin' tight and my stomach would feel weird whenever I thought about him. If I thought about never seein' him again, shit, it fuckin' hurt. I tried denyin' it and all, but...I couldn't. Denyin' it just made it worse. Then, next thing I knew, I was on my way out of the door to go see him and...he was there," Renji gave a breathy chuckle. "He felt the same way I did."
Ichigo sat as still as a stone. His friend had just more or less confessed to being in love with another man with a straight face and not an ounce of embarrassment or shame to be seen. Then again, Renji had also said Byakuya felt the same way. Ichigo didn't even know if Grimmjow liked men or not. Although he did tease the hell out of him, Ichigo didn't think the man was serious.
"Well, how did you know he was gay?" he asked timidly. Renji looked up in surprise as if he'd forgotten Ichigo was there.
"Hell, I didn't. It was weird coz the day Rukia introduced him to everyone, I knew I was attracted, but I didn't know shit about him. I went to the bathroom and he came in after me and asked me for my name, tellin' me it was nice to meet me. Then about a month later, he approached me at the bookstore sayin' he wanted to talk to me. Gave him a call and well...ahem...we, uh..." Renji trailed off, his face turning scarlet. Ichigo joined him in the blushing when he realized the implications of that statement.
"O-oh. I-I get it. How-"
"I'm sorry, Ich, but I gotta draw the line there," Renji said quietly. Ichigo smirked.
"Shy?" He teased. Renji snorted.
"I don't kiss and tell, you freak."
They both doubled over with laughter and Ichigo was amazed at how at ease he felt discussing his sexual preference with his friend. Whether it was because Renji had experience in the situation or what, he was unsure, but he was glad he could talk to him.
"Does it feel weird having sex with a guy?" Ichigo couldn't help asking. That thought had been bugging him ever since he realized he wanted to...be intimate...with Grimmjow. Renji chuckled.
"Depends on the position," he said devilishly.
"What do you-OH! Y-you mean, um, who, uh..." Ichigo didn't quite know how to phrase it.
"Who bottoms and who tops," Renji supplied and immediately started roaring at the look on Ichigo's face.
Ichigo thought it over and finally came to the devastating conclusion, that if he ever was...intimate...with Grimmjow, he would be the bottom because he just couldn't see Grimmjow letting anyone even think about...christ.
"It's not as bad as you think, Ich."
"How would you know? Unless...oh shit! Renji! You-"
"Alright, so fuckin' what! Just cuz I'm the one takin' it doesn't mean I'm a bitch or whatever," Renji shouted defensively and Ichigo dissolved into laughter. Even Shiro was snickering.
"I didn't say you were, idiot! Jeez. So...does it hurt a lot?" Renji cocked a brow.
"Ya know, Ich, you sure are kinda curious about being a bottom." Ichigo blushed furiously and glared at Renji. "So, who's the guy?"
"You don't know him."
"No shit, that's why I asked," Renji said with a slight frown.
"I'm not ready to divulge that information yet," Ichigo said stiffly and Renji cracked up.
"The fuck was that? Shit, I'm not the cops! Just tell me when ya want."
Ichigo nodded and they sat in silence. Out of nowhere, his thoughts went to his upcoming debut. He'd already let Shinji know and the fool was ecstatic, claiming he would bring pom poms and be Ichigo's cheerleader. He would kill Shinji ten shades of dead if he did that, and not even feel bad about it.
Ichigo wondered what his opponent would be like. Tall, short, skinny, big? All the suspense was enough to give him gray hair, but damn if he wasn't excited. He also wondered if Grimmjow would be there. He hoped so. Then Ichigo realized something.
"Oi, you never told me if it hurts a lot." Renji grinned wolfishly.
"I'll let you see for yourself."
"Bastard," Ichigo pouted and Renji cackled.
XOXOXOXO
He would give it a little bit longer until he was sure the berry would be ripe for picking. All that week Ichigo had been keeping Grimmjow company and Grimmjow learned something that distressed him. It was one thing to be lusting after the berry, but it was an entirely different ball game to actually...like...him.
Two days ago, Ichigo had come by as usual and had been doing his homework at the island in the kitchen, while he and Nnoitra played Left 4 Dead on his XBOX 360. After Grimmjow's character had met a particularly grisly demise, he had decided to go check on the berry. He'd stood in the doorway and watched Ichigo chewing on a pen top with his brow furrowed as he scribbled in a notebook, thinking how good he looked there. Then Ichigo had looked up, startled at first, and gave him a devastating smile and Grimmjow had felt his chest tighten considerably.
He'd shrugged it off at the time as just being immensely attracted to the berry and went to grab a beer from the fridge. That wasn't the only instance he'd felt like there was something more to his feelings for Ichigo, though. Everytime the red-head cooked for him, everytime he smiled, everytime he laughed, hell, everytime he looked at him, made Grimmjow's heart do a happy little jig.
Then, that same day, Nnoitra had gone off early claiming he was going to get some action after receiving a text message. Grimmjow had a feeling there was something going on with his friend, but he had been too distracted with the berry to notice.
Ichigo had already returned to the living room before Nnoitra left, and was seated to the right of Grimmjow on the long black couch. After Nnoitra had left, they'd started watching some kung fu flick, but maybe twenty minutes into the movie, Grimmjow had felt a sudden weight on his right shoulder. Glancing over, he noticed Ichigo had fallen asleep and had been using his shoulder as a pillow. Grimmjow couldn't move even if he tried so instead, he sat and listened to the quiet snores of the berry.
He'd lifted his right hand from under Ichigo's side and ran his fingers through his bright orange hair to find it feather soft and his scalp warm. His hair smelled like coconuts and his breath was fluttering against Grimmjow's shoulder. He had leaned over and pressed a kiss against those velvety spikes and instead of feeling boiling lust, Grimmjow had felt...affection. He had felt comfortable. Content. And it had confused and worried the hell out of him. He had never felt anything for anyone and he wasn't sure he wanted to start now. So, he'd moved away and woke the berry up, telling him he would take him home.
Then Ulquiorra had informed Grimmjow earlier that Ichigo's debut as the Septima Espada would take place that evening, and he wanted to go. He couldn't wait to see how Ichigo instead of Shiro, fought.
XOXOXOXO
Aizen had never, ever, in all of his existence felt as pissed, devastated, and infuriatingly helpless as he did right then. He had watched as that asshole, Sharp, beat and utterly humiliated Gin. Sharp had made sure to completely break Gin's spirit by torturing him, breaking each of his fingers, punching his face until his nose broke with a sickening crunch and his eyes were swollen shut. Then Sharp had smiled into the camera and raped Gin. Aizen could still hear the desperate pleas and the agonized screams.
Sharp had proceeded to tell Aizen where he could "pick up his trash" before the video went blank. Rage consumed him as he rose from his office chair. No one that knew who Aizen was, would dare to even think of attempting such a feat, and yet this...this ingrate, had actually gone through with it. Imbecile! He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with and Aizen had every intention of enlightening him as to why people feared him.
And Gin. Aizen would never forgive himself for allowing this situation to spiral so far out of control. He should have contained this threat when it first presented itself. Now Gin would never be the same and he felt horrible.
"Tousen!" Aizen barked as he strode through the reception area, a dark aura emanating from him, causing the employees to scurry away in fear.
"Yes, Aizen, sir?" Tousen answered as he made his way to Aizen's side.
"You will accompany me to retrieve Gin."
"Yes, sir."
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo couldn't contain his excitement. Nor did it help matters, that he could feel Shiro twittering with anxiety and anticipation for the upcoming fight.
Ichigo was currently at Hueco Mundo in the Espada changing room slipping into a pair of the customary black drawstring pants. His muscles kept twitching and he realized that he was getting antsier and antsier.
Shit, calm down, calm down. We're going soon. Ichigo stuffed his clothes into his black duffle bag and set it down in the space with his name on it. This place looked and felt like a professional sport's locker room and he was pretty proud to have his own spot here.
Ichigo, now finished changing, headed back to the arena, his anxiety reaching it's peak. The two oafs at the doors quickly let him inside and the minute he stepped through, he was overwhelmed.
Ear-splitting screams and cheers emanated from the torrent of people surrounding the pit making Ichigo dance in place and his eyes glimmer. Finally, he was able to tear his gaze from the pit to glance at the platform.
Every last Espada was present. It gave Ichigo chills knowing that they had all shown up to watch him fight, so he grinned.
"Awww, I'm flattered."
"Ya should be. I could be sleepin' right now," Nnoitra muttered crankily over a yawn.
"Nnoi, you're such a grouch," Nel admonished.
"Don't fuckin'-"
"Yeah, yeah, don't call you that. Anyway, Ichi, we came to cheer you on," she continued.
Ichigo smiled and he caught Shinji's enthusiastic gaze. His smile faltered as he glared at the blond, relaying with his eyes that if Shinji had brought pom poms, Ichigo would castrate him. Shinji just rolled his eyes and returned to his conversation with...Stark? Hmm...had Shinji finally gotten the man in his clutches?
Then, as they always did when in the same room, his eyes were pulled to eyes bluer than the sky on a clear summer day. Grimmjow was leering at him, his gaze alternating between Ichigo's eyes and torso. He wanted to smile because that meant Grimmjow at the very least thought he was good-looking. Right?
"You want me to help tape your hands and feet?" Nel asked. Ichigo shrugged, his eyes still helplessly locked with Grimmjow's.
As Ichigo took a seat beside Nel, she made short work of the task and in less than three minutes, he was ready for the pit.
"Nervous?" Ichigo trembled and gave Grimmjow a shaky grin.
"That obvious?"
"Hell yeah. Plus you bite your lip a lot when you're nervous."
"I'm not scared or anything, I just don't wanna look like an idiot down there," Ichigo said softly. Grimmjow gripped his shoulder gently and gave him a toothy smirk.
"You'll do fine. Just kick his ass."
In that moment, Ichigo wanted to lean forward and capture the man's lips in a grateful kiss. Grimmjow had managed to calm him down and reassure him all at the same time. He licked his lips and noticed how Grimmjow's eyes followed the motion with what Ichigo could only describe as hunger. They were still staring each other down when Stark politely cleared his throat.
"Ichigo, it's time."
XOXOXOXO
Aizen sped down the road in his gray Mercedes Benz S550 Sedan. He would never admit to the fear he was feeling at the moment. He and Tousen were close to where Sharp had informed him he could find Gin and if Gin was dead...
No. He would not allow those types of thoughts to plague him at a time such as this. He screeched to a halt underneath a deserted highway overpass and his hands tightened around the steering wheel. The nerve!
Gin was tied to a metal make-shift cross, his head hanging lifelessly. Aizen told Tousen to follow him as he shoved the passenger door open.
They rushed to Gin's side and he hurriedly undid the binds holding him up and carefully lowered him to the ground. At least Gin was still breathing. Aizen dug in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed Szayel.
"Yes, Aizen, sir?"
"My office in twenty."
"Yes, sir."
XOXOXOXO
No. Fuckin'. Way. This was his fuckin' opponent? What type of sick joke was this? Surely they were mistaken!
Ichigo stared in disbelief at the man standing across from him in the pit. Not only did the Espada expect him to fight, but they expected him to win against this...this monster?
The man was huge. Probably 6'4" but every ounce of him was muscle. He wore his black hair sectioned off into these ridiculous-looking spikes and he had an eyepatch covering his right eye. His face was sharp and angular and Ichigo was certain he would have nightmares about the man.
"Tonight's main event will be Tokyo's Kenpachi Zaraki versus Karakura's new Septima Espada, Ichigoooo Kurosaaaakiiiiiiiiii!" Menoly announced. "Rules are: no weapons or foreign substances, other than that, anything goes! Now gentlemen, bow. Let's fighto!"
Ichigo didn't know what to do. The pressure rolling off of this guy was immense and he was ashamed to admit that he was incredibly intimidated. The man was grinning insanely and not moving a muscle.
"Ain't ya gonna hit me?" He asked. Ichigo visibly swallowed and held his ground.
'Oi, King, yer frozen stiff. Get movin!' Shiro commanded.
'I-I know but...look at this guy! He can't be human!'
'Bullshit! King, ya better get yer fuckin' ass in gear! I ain't gonna stand for ya makin' us look bad!'
Ichigo understood but he was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack and could do nothing but stare at his opponent.
"THE FUCK, BERRY? KICK HIS ASS!" A loud, gruff voice yelled out, slicing through the commotion of the crowd with ease.
Ichigo glanced at the Espada platform to see Grimmjow leaning against the railing and scowling fiercely down at him. Ichigo's tense muscles relaxed and he smirked before flipping Grimmjow the bird. He noticed the blue-haired man smile and wink before Ichigo returned his attention to his opponent, who was still waiting patiently with that scary ass grin.
"Ready ta play now?"
Ichigo smiled and nodded. He wouldn't be a fool though. Rushing at this ox of a man was ludicrous and out of the question. He didn't need to dwell on that long though before the man was suddenly directly in front of him. Oh shit!
Ichigo backflipped away, dodging a fierce left hook, and landed in a crouch on all fours. Fast! Ok, calm down, just watch his feet. Kenpachi advanced on Ichigo at a frightening speed and it took everything Ichigo had just to dodge what looked to be crippling blows. This is insane!
'King! Ya gonna run all day er what? Let's kick this fucker's ass! Quit being so fuckin' scared!' Shiro ranted.
Scared? Was that why he wasn't as fast as he normally was? Suddenly, Ichigo was sent skidding across the ground from a hard right kick. He lay on his left side, clutching his chest, stunned. He felt like his chest had abruptly collapsed, bones and all.
Ichigo glanced up in time to have his face snapped to the right from another powerful kick, sending blood from his mouth and nose spraying across the ground.
'KING! KING! Ya gotta get up! Don't let this guy push ya around!'
'It hurts.'
'C'mon, King, I know it hurts, but ya've been through worse. Jus' think of it like this: at least now ya know how hard he hits, so ya've got nothin' ta be scared 'bout.'
Shiro was right! Even though it hurt, he could deal with it because he had taken far worse at Seireitei. Ichigo stumbled to his feet, shaking his head slightly to clear the cobwebs and wiped at the blood on his face. He knew he had only made it worse by smearing it around, but fuck it.
Closing his eyes, he gathered his bearings and tuned out the noises coming from the crowd. Slowly he began to notice the minute smells and sounds coming from his opponent. The faint smell of steel and the soft rustling of fabric as the man neared him. Not yet. A little more. A little closer. NOW!
Ichigo, eyes still closed, spun to his right, dodging a blow and simultaneously bringing his leg around to connect with the man's nose. He opened his eyes in time to see Kenpachi stagger backwards, grabbing his nose. Ichigo wasted no time in rushing him with a flying scissor kick that sent the man falling backwards.
Ichigo rushed at Kenpachi as he slowly rose to his feet, not noticing the sinister grin spreading across the man's lips. Before Ichigo could do anything, Kenpachi grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off of his feet. Shit!
Ichigo panicked and began thrashing his legs and clawing at the man's hand, his eyes wide as he gasped for air. Kenpachi was strangling him and his head was getting light, his vision fuzzy. Sounds were becoming warbled and distorted. Shit, shit, SHIT!
'KING!'
Ichigo could feel his heart slowing and his thrashing weakening. Was this it for him? What a fuckin' waste. He didn't even get a chance to prove himself.
'KING!'
Ichigo's eyes slowly slid closed and his arms fell limply to his sides.
'S-Shiro...help me.'
'Tch, took ya long enough.'
XOXOXOXO
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, YOU DEPRESSED LITTLE SHIT!"
"Kenpachi misrepresented himself. I would not intentionally endanger Ichigo-san. Would you kindly let go of me, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra calmly stated.
"Tch, this is bullshit!"
Grimmjow was beside himself with fury. He knew as soon as he saw the berry's opponent that he would be too much for him. Grimmjow remembered losing to the sadistic creep in a street fight all those years ago. He knew just how strong and intimidating the man was, so, seeing the berry freeze up hadn't been surprising. He'd decided to help as best as he could by hopefully making Ichigo mad enough to snap out of it. It had worked a little but he was still overwhelmed.
When Grimmjow saw Ichigo's blood flying, a deep burning rage began licking at his insides. The rage had been accompanied by a feeling he was completely unfamiliar with. Fear. It roiled and festered in his gut. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.
After Ichigo landed a few blows, Grimmjow's worry only escalated. Kenpachi liked that shit. Case and point, when he grabbed the berry by the throat and started strangling him. Grimmjow couldn't watch anymore. Ichigo was losing the struggle and if someone didn't stop this shit, his berry would die. And that was unacceptable.
He was headed for the stairs when Stark stepped in front of him. Grimmjow growled dangerously.
"I don't wanna fight you, Stark, but I will if you don't move," he said quietly. Stark only shook his head.
"I know that you're worried about Ichigo but you can't just go running down there in the middle of a fight. This isn't like what happened with you. According to house rules, Kenpachi isn't cheating."
Grimmjow clenched his teeth and his hands fisted at his sides. Fuck that. He wouldn't let the berry die.
Rather abruptly, there was a loud roaring cry from the pit. All eyes focused on the two fighters and mouths dropped. Ichigo had Kenpachi's arm bent at an unnatural angle while the man cowered on his knees. Suddenly, there was loud, sickening crack as Ichigo broke Kenpachi's arm and followed it with a mule-kick to his face.
Kenpachi crumpled unmoving to the ground. Well, damn.
XOXOXOXO
"How is he?" Aizen asked softly. Szayel sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.
"He's alive. He'll be in a lot of pain when he wakes up, but I've supplied a morphine drip to help with that. All of his fingers were broken, so was his nose and three of his ribs. He had some internal bleeding and the blood vessels in his rectum were ruptured. It will be a while before he fully recovers, but he will."
"Thank you, Szayel. I'll be keeping him here. This is the safest place for him since no one has been able to breach Hueco Mundo as of yet."
"Yes, sir. I'll be by to check on him everyday."
Aizen nodded as he watched Szayel take his leave from the office. He had a migraine. Digging in his desk drawer for the aspirin he kept there, he quietly fumed. He should be grateful that Gin was even alive but he couldn't stop himself from being thoroughly pissed.
Swallowing two of the pills dry, he moved to the chaise Szayel had transformed into a mini-hospital bed, and stared down at the silver-haired man. Seeing Gin not wearing his trademark eye-closing grin was disturbing enough, but seeing him in this condition was infinitely worse.
Aizen sat beside him on the chaise and ran his fingers through the satiny silver hair. How long had Gin been loyal to him? Nine years now? He didn't deserve this fate and it infuriated Aizen to know that this had happened because of him. Oh, he was far from stupid. Aizen knew who Sharp was and why he had attacked the men he had, which is why it made him so angry.
"All of this could have been avoided. I'm so sorry, Gin," he spoke gently and leaning forward, kissed the younger man's forehead. "I won't let this go unsettled."
It had been six years since Aizen had last needed to step into the fray. Apparently, the need had arisen once more.
XOXOXOXO
'King, ya ok in there?'
Shiro still stood in the middle of the pit even though Ichigo had already been declared the winner. Shiro was trying to get a response from him so King could take credit for his first fight as an Espada, but it seemed like he was still unconscious from the lack of air earlier.
Shiro slowly made his way up the stairs, away from the pit. That had been way too close. Ichigo was too damn stubborn for his own good. Shiro knew King was going to need his help the moment they laid eyes on the guy. He had recognized the strength and wildness coming from him and knew the pressure would crush King.
King had done better than he'd expected him to, though.
Suddenly, Shiro could feel Ichigo stirring and breathing a sigh of relief, paused mid-way up the stairs.
'Ya scared the crap outta me, King,' Shiro stated as he retreated into Ichigo's mind.
'S'rry 'bout tha'.'
'Ya don't sound too good. Ya need ta lie down.'
'Mm tired.'
Without warning, Ichigo's arm slipped from the wall that had been holding him upright and he started sliding to the floor. Two strong arms instantly caught him around the waist and gently hauled him upwards.
"I got ya, Berry."
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