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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 12: I NEED YOU (PART TWO)
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XOXOXOXO
Aizen left the sobbing man behind as he exited the room and removed a pair of brass knuckles. Dropping them into a nearby trash can, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to meticulously clean the blood from his hands.
"You may finish him off the way I asked you to, Naoto," Aizen said calmly to the very large man standing near the door he had just emerged from. Naoto smiled lecherously and nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Aizen watched as the hulking man entered the room and closed the door, muffling the sobs still coming from Keiji. He wouldn't think to touch Keiji in that way himself, but it needed to be done for what he had in mind, so he had ordered one of his lower level workers to complete the task. Naoto had been more than happy to oblige once he'd seen Keiji, claiming the small man was pretty.
Aizen sighed as he sat on the edge of a large metal desk and picked up a pen and pad. He quickly wrote out a short note in his fine script and patiently waited for Naoto to finish.
He enjoyed the elevated screams and pleas emanating from the room as he rolled down the sleeves to his white dress shirt and reattached the silver cufflinks. Wearing a small smile, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his driver.
"Yuu, I'm ready."
"Yes, sir."
All that needed to be done was the drop-off, which he would also leave to Naoto. Aizen didn't feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done to Keiji Sasaki since the man had not seen fit to try to stop his brother from harming Gin. Therefore, he would be a sacrifice to Aizen's cause.
Naoto emerged from the now silent room fixing his pants and wearing a wide grin. Aizen lifted a brow and smiled benignly.
"All done?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Even though he passed out on me, he was a sweet little morsel," Naoto commented, still grinning hugely.
"Good. Make sure this letter is delivered along with his body to the location I gave you. I'm leaving now. And Naoto?"
"Yes, Aizen, sir?"
"Thank you for your assistance."
"Of course, sir. It was...my pleasure."
Aizen nodded and grabbing his white blazer, left the empty warehouse. His driver was waiting beside a black limo, holding the door open.
"Thank you, Yuu."
"Yes, Aizen, sir."
The first step had been completed.
XOXOXOXO
"Tch, your old man's got crappy timin', Berry."
"Like I don't know that," Ichigo grumbled.
"Ya gonna miss me?" Grimmjow's deep voice crooned over the phone. Ichigo blushed hotly and smiled.
"Nope." Grimmjow snorted and Ichigo could hear his smile.
"Liar. It's ok, you can tell me."
"Whatever, idiot," Ichigo grumbled again. "S'only a week."
"Yeah, but now that I know ya want this hot body of mine-"
"Shutup!" Ichigo yelped, thoroughly embarrassed. He was still getting used to the fact that he and Grimmjow had kissed. Speaking of the idiot, he was now laughing uncontrollably.
"So, what am I supposed to do this week?" Grimmjow finally asked, sobering up.
"I don't know. What do you do any other time?"
"Tch, doesn't matter. I'm used to having you around and cookin' for me now."
"So, you're using me is what you're saying, right?" Ichigo said, his tone serious but his demeanor playful.
"Don't be stupid, Berry. I just want you with me, somethin' wrong with that?"
Ichigo blushed again and paused. He hadn't been expecting that at all. Shit, he really had to get used to the whole Grimmjow wanting him back thing. Everything was still so new, though. Hell, he'd just kissed him that morning.
"No," he said softly. "I'll call you while I'm gone if you want."
Grimmjow sighed dramatically and let the silence stretch on before he lowered his voice a few octaves, making Ichigo's spine tremble.
"Every night?"
"I-if you want," Ichigo stuttered. God, Grimmjow turned him into such a chick.
"Ok, I want."
Three little words and the man had successfully transformed Ichigo into a quivering pile of jelly.
"Alright, I gotta go pack. My old man is coming first thing in the morning."
"Which reminds me, your dad is insane," Grimmjow drawled. "Why did he try to kick your head off when you opened the door?"
"It's just something he does. Says it's to make me a man," Ichigo replied and rolled his eyes.
"Shit, he's nuts."
"I know, I lived with him." There was a small silence that was beginning to make Ichigo nervous when Grimmjow finally spoke.
"Go pack, Berry. Call me tomorrow, and...miss me a little, yeah?"
"Yeah, ok. Later."
Ichigo ended the call wearing a goofy, lop-sided grin. If only he knew.
XOXOXOXO
Sharp couldn't breathe. He had never anticipated Aizen involving himself personally in the situation. Now his little brother, Keiji, was being seen by one of Sharp's personal physicians in a small clinic on the outskirts of the town.
Sharp hesitantly opened the letter that had been delivered along with Keiji's battered and bruised body. He had feared his brother was dead at first glance, but instead he had been left barely alive. Sharp slowly began reading.
Hello, Sharp-san,
Or should I call you Tanaka Sasaki?
You have unwisely chosen to engage in a dangerous game with a deadly opponent. I will not stand for what was done to Gin.
I believe the saying goes "an eye for an eye"?
Tell me, Sharp-san, what will we play next? 'Til then...
Ja ne,
Sosuke Aizen
Sharp was simultaneously seething and fearful for his life. He knew Aizen was dangerous and powerful, even Keiji had tried to warn him, but he had stubbornly believed that the man wouldn't involve himself directly. Which he hadn't until Sharp had decided to get revenge on the man named Gin Ichimaru, Aizen's second-in-command.
Shit, this wasn't going how he planned at all. Aizen was only supposed to observe from a distance like he normally did. Sharp glanced down at Keiji's disastrous features. Now what?
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo boarded the train with his father, en route to Osaka. He wasn't looking forward to the long ride with his old man and his iPod being his only means of entertainment. Shit.
On a whim, Ichigo decided to check his bank account to see how much he could spend without having to dip into his rent funds. He wanted to get Grimmjow a souvenir. Opening the application on his phone, he entered his information and password and tapped the checking account option.
"HOLY SHIT!" He blurted rather loudly, making Isshin look at him with wide eyes and raised brows.
"Ichigo, my son, are you ok?"
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. All he could do was stare at his phone in utter disbelief. Was this really his account? Ichigo closed the application, only to reopen it and repeat the information process.
The amount was the same and it was definitely his account. $35,948.63*. What. The. Fuck. There had to be some mistake. The last time he had checked his account balance he had only had the $948.63. So, where the hell did he get $35,000 from?
Then Ichigo face-palmed and sucked his teeth. He was an idiot. Of course! Hadn't he just had a fight two nights ago? So, he got paid $35,000 a fight? Holy christmas trees, no fucking wonder Grimmjow had that kind of an apartment.
A slow smile spread across Ichigo's face as he realized the implications. He didn't even have to go to school if he didn't want to, but he wasn't a complete fool. He couldn't fight forever, even if by the time he needed a real job, he would have enough money to live quite comfortably.
Fuck, he couldn't stop smiling, and his old man wouldn't stop staring at him. He had to share this news with someone, so he sent a text message to Shinji.
Shin! Guess fucking what!
It took Shinji a few minutes to respond.
You fucked Grimmjow?
Ichigo blushed as he realized he hadn't informed his friend about the kiss.
No, not yet. You and I have some celebrating to do when I get back.
Ok, so, slow down. What do you mean "not yet"? What will we be celebrating and where are you?
I'll call you when I get to Osaka. Goin' to a medical convention.
Isshin?
Yep.
Figures. Ok, don't fuckin' forget!
I won't. Later.
Ichigo stuck his headphones on and leaning his head against the window, tried to go to sleep. Shit, he was so fucking excited, but he still managed to eventually doze off.
XOXOXOXO
"Where's the orange-head?" Nnoitra asked, looking around the apartment.
"Tch, went to some medical thing in Osaka," Grimmjow replied grumpily. Nnoitra raised an amused brow.
"Ya sound cranky as shit. What's up?"
Grimmjow eyed Nnoitra skeptically, wondering if it would be safe to tell him about the kiss with Ichigo. The skinny man sat down beside him on the couch and picked up a controller. Nnoitra would find out anyway whether Grimmjow wanted him to or not.
"I kissed him." Nnoitra's eye widened.
"Did he hit ya er somethin'? That why yer inna bad mood?"
"No, dipshit, just this thing he's at has the worst timing. Not to mention, his old man. Shit, I probably woulda fucked him over his sink if Kurosaki Senior hadn't have shown up," Grimmjow said, running a hand over his face.
Shit, he could still feel the berry. Hell, taste him. Once Ichigo returned, he wasn't waiting. Now that he knew the berry wanted him just as badly as he wanted the berry, he was going to drive that beautiful body into the nearest surface.
"Nice. Told ya he wanted ya. Don't know what took yer ass so long," Nnoitra muttered.
"Doesn't matter now."
Grimmjow wouldn't tell Nnoitra about the phone conversation he'd had with the berry that morning. It still made him feel strange. He had wanted Ichigo to say he would miss him because Grimmjow thought it would justify him missing the berry. Shit, what a situation.
He was completely unfamiliar with the feelings he always seemed to experience around Ichigo. Just hearing his name was enough to have screeching eagles trying to take flight in his gut. It was ridiculous. But...he liked it. He liked being with the berry. He liked talking to him, and just having him around in general.
Now Grimmjow would be able to touch and kiss the berry without fear of rejection. Fuck, he couldn't wait. Ichigo was now his for the taking. All of a sudden, a fierce sense of possessiveness tried to beat him into submission.
"Ya ok?" Nnoitra asked, a wide grin devouring his face.
"Fuck you," Grimmjow snapped, knowing that that grin meant that Nnoitra knew something was going on.
"I don't think the orange-head would approve."
Grimmjow grinned but was reminded of Nnoitra's spontaneous absences when the man's cell phone went off, alerting him to a new text message. Grimmjow grabbed the phone and danced away from Nnoitra's grasp.
"Oi! Dickhead, give it back!"
"I will as soon as..."
Grimmjow froze as he saw the name of the sender of the text. When he read the message his eyes widened comically and his mouth formed an "O" of surprise. What the HELL? Finally, he glanced at Nnoitra, a smile forming around his still open mouth.
"Is this for real?" Nnoitra sucked his teeth but grinned.
"Yeah, so?"
"Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra? Holy fuck! How? When the hell did this start?" Grimmjow asked, completely thunderstruck.
"Don't matter, do it? We fuck, that's all. Ain't no feelin's involved," Nnoitra answered defensively.
Grimmjow just stared at his friend, mouth agape. That's what the skinny bastard had been up to with all those sudden disappearances. Grimmjow started cackling, unable to help himself.
"So, how is it?" he asked.
"Tch, nunna yer business!"
"Oh fuck that! You're always pokin' your nose in mine, you think I'm really gonna stay outta this?" Grimmjow chuckled. Nnoitra narrowed his eyes and then gave Grimmjow his signature piano-toothed smile.
"It's tight."
Why did he even bother? Grimmjow laughed and shook his head, still very amused. He never would've guessed that Nnoitra was bangin' Ulquiorra Schiffer. The Ice Queen. He shook his head again and headed for the kitchen to grab a beer. Wow.
"Bring me one!" Nnoitra yelled.
"The fuck am I, your maid?" He yelled back, but grabbed a second beer anyway.
XOXOXOXO
"Ichigo-kun, you've gotten so big!"
"Thanks, I guess," Ichigo muttered.
Jin Suzuki was a medical genius but Ichigo feared the man was socially retarded. He said any and everything that came to mind, regardless of how inappropriate it may be.
"Ah! Ichigo-kun, I want you to meet my assistant. This is Shuuhei Hisagi. Shuuhei, this is my old mentee's son, Ichigo Kurosaki. He's studying in the medical field as well," Suzuki said jovially.
Ichigo glanced at the Shuuhei character and had to admit that he was good looking. He had dark, spiky hair that stuck out in different directions and dark serious eyes. He was about the same height as Ichigo, if not a little taller, pretty muscular and oh, did he mention he had a tattoo of the number 69 on the left side of his face? No? Well, he did, and he was currently staring a hole into Ichigo.
"Nice to meet you, Ichigo," Shuuhei rumbled as he held out a hand. Ichigo took it hesitantly and shook firmly.
"Nice to meet you, too." Ichigo dropped Shuuhei's hand like it had burned him and turned to his father. "I'm going to my room, old man."
"Ok, my son!"
Ichigo grabbed his suitcase and hurried towards the elevators. That guy had given him chills with the way he stared. Ichigo glanced back and noticed Shuuhei was still watching him closely. What the fuck was with that guy?
Ichigo arrived at room 722 and breathed a sigh of relief. He would let his Dad take care of registration because he had a phone call to make. Dialing Shinji's number, he flopped onto the bed on his back and waited for the blond to answer.
"So?"
"How is that a way to answer the phone, Shinji?" Ichigo reprimanded.
"Cut the crap already. Start with what we're gonna be celebrating when you come back from...where are you?"
"I'm in Osaka and we're gonna be celebrating my very first payment from fighting as an Espada," Ichigo said excitedly.
"Oh, yeah? How much is a fight worth?" Shinji was starting to sound excited as well from what Ichigo could hear.
"Ya ready for this?"
"Just fuckin' spill it!"
"$35,000," Ichigo almost whispered and waited for the inevitable explosion. Sure enough...
"WHAAAAAAT?" All Ichigo could do was laugh at Shinji's excited rantings and exclamations until he decided to calm down. "Ichi, I know you don't drink, but I am getting you shit-faced when you come back. No arguments."
"I don't know-"
"Ichigo Kurosaki, loosen the fuck up! You're getting drunk and that's the end of it! Now...I believe there was one more thing you were supposed to be telling me," Shinji said, practically steam-rolling his protests.
"Fine, and I don't remember the other thing," Ichigo lied.
"Tch, liar liar, pants on fire. It was about your Grimm-chan."
"Ugghh, Shinji, don't call him that!"
"Well, he is. Seriously, you two need to stop dancing around each other and fuck already. There's so much sexual tension between you guys, you can almost taste it! I mean-"
"He kissed me."
"...What?" Shinji gasped.
"Yesterday morning he kissed me. I guess he'd been at my place all night after my fight and the next morning, I was doin' the dishes after fixing breakfast, and he came up behind me, turned me around and...and he kissed me," Ichigo explained, blushing the entire time.
"..."
"Shin?"
"Oh my god. Ichi, are you still a virgin?"
"God, Shinji, what the hell?" Ichigo fumed.
"Well? Ya know how much you want him and he wants you pretty damn bad too. Surprised he didn't fuck you over the sink. He didn't, did he?"
"NO! Idiot! My Dad came in the middle of it and what makes you think he'd be...um...the one doing the-"
"Oh, please, Ichi! Grimmjow practically screams seme, and you my friend, are the pretty little uke," Shinji giggled.
"Oi! Fuck you, ok! I'm not a...whatever you said."
"Uke? Yes, you are. You've never seen how you act with Grimmjow and let me tell you, you get awfully docile."
"Whatever," Ichigo pouted.
"Ichi, it's not a bad thing being an-"
"OK! I fuckin' get it! Speaking of which, what happened with you and Stark? I saw the two of you talking rather closely before my fight."
"Oh, we had mindblowing sex!" Shinji exclaimed.
"Arrgh, nevermind, nevermind! I'm scared for you to elaborate," Ichigo shuddered. He could only imagine the lewd details Shinji had in mind. No thanks.
"Awww, c'mon, Ichi-"
"Absolutely not! Shin, I gotta go, someone's at the door."
"Yeah, ok. Call me later."
"Ok." Ichigo ended the call and plugged his phone into the charger.
He ambled to the door and opened it to find Shuuhei standing on the other side wearing a slight smirk. Ichigo almost fell in his haste to back up.
"What are you-" he started.
"Suzuki-sensei asked me to bring you the lecture outline," Shuuhei answered as he held out a yellow binder.
"Ah, th-thanks." Ichigo started to close the door when Shuuhei spoke again.
"Are you afraid of me, Ichigo?" Ichigo jumped slightly but slowly met the man's dark gaze. There was a twinkle of amusement in the coal-colored depths.
"N-no, but your staring makes me uncomfortable." Shuuhei shrugged.
"You're an attractive guy, Ichigo, what can I say?"
Ichigo felt the bottom of his stomach fall to his feet. What? Did he just say? Screw that, what was he supposed to say to that?
"Th-thanks, you too." No! That definitely wasn't what he was supposed to say. Shuuhei smiled.
"You wanna hang out sometime? You know, when we're not busy at the convention?" He asked and Ichigo frowned.
"I can't," Ichigo replied lamely. "I'm-at least I think I am-seeing someone back home. Sorry."
"Aahh, it's no problem. We can at least be friends, right?" Shuuhei propositioned. Ichigo didn't think he was so bad now that he knew the reason for all the staring.
"Yeah, that's cool."
"Alright then. See ya around, Ichigo," Shuuhei said and disappeared down the hall with his hands shoved in his pockets.
XOXOXOXO
Sharp had an idea. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He didn't want to deal with Aizen until he had more manpower, and since he'd heard that the fucking Sexta was still alive, he'd been itching to finish the job. All he needed to do was find out a way to harm him without directly dealing with him.
He would find a way to end all of this. Aizen included. He just had to regroup and figure out a plan. Aizen had won the last battle, but Sharp was determined to win the war.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo was excited as hell. The convention had been informative and engaging due to Suzuki's outgoing personality and sheer medical genius. Ichigo hadn't had to deal with his old man much because Isshin insisted on sticking to "Suzuki-sensei" like glue, absorbing everything like an oversized sponge.
Ichigo had even hung out with Shuuhei a couple of times and the guy was a lot of fun. Although he was a fairly serious person, he also had a strange sense of humor. Ichigo remembered Shuuhei flirting with an elderly lady while they waited in line at a restaurant the other night. When he'd asked him why, he'd said "just for kicks". Shuuhei was weird like that. They had exchanged numbers with promises to hang out again sometime.
Every night, he called Grimmjow at around eleven and they wouldn't talk about much, but every conversation seemed to bring Ichigo closer to him. Ichigo feared that he was catching feelings for Grimmjow, but he would keep that to himself for now. It was still too new.
Ichigo had also gone souvenir shopping during his off-time. He bought a stuffed lion for Yuzu, a new soccer ball for Karin, a yellow hoodie that screamed Shinji's name, Chad got a new pair of headphones, Orihime got a cookbook (she needed it desperately), Rukia got a pair of pajama pants with Chappie the bunny all over, and Renji got this weird-looking hat he'd been pining for. Lastly, he'd gotten Grimmjow a light-blue t-shirt with "What the f**k are you staring at?" written in black letters on the front. Ichigo thought that fit his personality perfectly.
After having a long, embarrassing talk with Shinji, he'd stopped at an adult kind of store-god it still mortified him-to pick up some stuff called Maximus that Shinji insisted he get. Unfortunately, Ichigo had expressed his desire to lose his virginity to Grimmjow and that was what Shinji demanded he buy. So, he had. The woman in the store had been helpful enough, but after repeated attempts to hit on Ichigo, he had snapped "I'm gay!" and stormed from the store.
The best part of the trip was that Suzuki had decided to end the convention two days early. So, here he was, one o'clock in the morning at home, packing an overnight bag before taking a shower. Ichigo had a surprise to give.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow had been cranky all fucking week so far and the only person that knew why-and rubbed it in at every opportunity might he add-was Nnoitra. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he really missed Ichigo. He'd grown so used to having the berry around that when he wasn't, it was like having a gaping void in his everyday life.
Grimmjow spoke to him every night, enjoying the sound of his voice and imagining the berry right there with him instead of all the way in fucking Osaka. To top it off, he still had two days of Ichigo-less torture to go. Grimmjow knew he was feeling something more than lust for the red-head, but he was powerless to stop it, nor did he really want to.
Sighing, he turned over in bed and froze when he heard knocking. Who the hell would be knocking at his door at two o'clock in the fucking morning? Grimmjow was already cranky and irritable, so god help who was at his door.
Shoving his blankets aside, he stormed to the door intent on chewing out whoever it was. They definitely had it coming.
"Who the fuck is it?" he barked.
When he didn't get an answer, he checked the peephole only to find it dark. The fuck? The only person he could think of that would cover the peephole like that was Nnoitra.
Throwing the door open he snapped, "The fuck-" before freezing. "Berry?"
"Hey."
"I thought-"
"Yeah, the instructor cut it short so I thought I'd surprise you," Ichigo said, stepping past him.
"It worked," was all Grimmjow could say as his eyes devoured the sight he'd been aching to see.
Ichigo stood in his living room carrying the black duffel bag he'd had before, wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and a pair of black and white Addidas sports slippers. His hair was a little damp and he was giving Grimmjow that heart-clenching smile.
After slipping the duffel bag from his shoulder, Ichigo walked right up to him, placed both hands on either sides of Grimmjow's face and kissed him. He felt like his heart was thudding in his ears.
"I missed you," the berry murmured against his lips. As if being snapped out of a trance, Grimmjow pulled him closer by his slim hips and kissed him back.
"I missed you, too," Grimmjow murmured back.
He leaned in and, prying the berry's mouth open with his lips, drove his tongue inside hungrily. Ichigo immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and sighed. Grimmjow let his hands glide up and down the berry's back and sides before pulling back to gaze into his chocolate-hued eyes. Taking Ichigo's hand, he started leading him to the bedroom. The berry paused to grab his bag and followed right behind him.
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