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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 18: RIOT
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XOXOXOXO
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off, so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so filthy
So dirty, so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful, so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
-Three Day's Grace-
XOXOXOXO
10:15 AM
Ichigo could hear his phone vibrating, but he didn't want to move. He was right where he wanted to be, and that was wrapped tightly in Grimmjow's arms, breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth. The man was draped over Ichigo like a blanket, making movement impossible without waking him first. Grimmjow's long right leg was thrown across both of Ichigo's, his long right arm was wrapped tightly around Ichigo's waist and his face was buried in Ichigo's hair. Yeah, he wasn't going anywhere. Not that he wanted to in the first place.
The phone was being pretty persistent though.
"Tch, Berry, what the hell is goin' on with your fuckin' phone?" Grimmjow mumbled crankily and Ichigo chuckled softly.
"Hell if I know."
Grimmjow tightened his arm as if to indicate that he didn't want Ichigo to move, but the gesture was wasted since he had no intentions of moving in the first place. Burrowing deeper into Grimmjow's arms, he kissed the man's chest and grinned when he heard a low growl.
"Don't start if you don't intend to finish."
This time, Ichigo licked a trail from between Grimmjow's pectorals up to his adam's apple where he gently sucked. He smirked when he heard Grimmjow's breath catch before he uttered a soft moan.
"Berry..."
Ichigo turned facing away from Grimmjow, grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and spread a healthy coat over the man's already hard length. He lifted his leg, guided Grimmjow to his unprepared entrance and pushed backwards slowly.
"Mmmm...Grimm," he moaned.
"Nnghn, shit," Grimmjow groaned and hooked his arm under Ichigo's knee. "Impatient, Berry?"
Ichigo just wrapped his arm around Grimmjow's neck and turned his head to kiss him as they started a slow, burning pace. Each thrust was long and deep, gradually building and tightening the coil nestled inside of Ichigo's pelvis.
"So gooood...f-faster, Grimm, please!" Ichigo begged, his lips still pressed against Grimmjow's.
The blue-haired man gladly complied and quickened the pace, but still kept his thrusts deep, stroking the poor youth's prostate relentlessly. Ichigo threw his head back and cried out deliriously.
"Ah, fuck, Berry. Ya like that?" Grimmjow growled as he nibbled Ichigo's ear lobe.
"Yes! Yes! God, YES!" he yelled, tightening the arm wrapped around Grimmjow's neck.
"Nnn? So, ya like when I fuck ya like this?" Grimmjow asked and began pounding into him hard and fast. Ichigo arched his back and gasped loudly before damn near screaming in pleasure.
"OH SHIT! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!"
Ichigo had completely lost himself to the moment. It felt so damn good! Grimm knew just how to press his buttons. Suddenly, his entire body tensed as he came hard enough to curl his toes.
"Mmmm, fuck," Grimmjow moaned as he followed right behind Ichigo.
Grimmjow let go of Ichigo's leg as he eased out of him and they lay there for a few minutes, calming their breathing and racing hearts. Ichigo licked his lips and sighed as he rolled out of the bed to see Grimmjow sprawled on his back, looking up at him with half-lidded blue eyes.
"C'mon, get your ass up, we gotta shower," Ichigo said as he tugged on the larger man's arm.
"I'm comin', I'm comin."
After showering, both men made their way back to the bed, but Ichigo was reminded of his buzzing phone as soon as he sat down to dress.
"What the fuck?" he grumbled irritably. Grabbing the annoying device, he checked the ID and frowned upon seeing his old man's name.
"Old-"
"Ichigo, we need to talk. Come home. Now," Isshin stated, deadly serious before abruptly hanging up. Ichigo felt the bottom of his stomach drop to his knees as he hung his head and fought the nausea trying to overwhelm him.
Yuzu and Karin. It had to be about them because he'd only heard his old man that serious when his mom had died. Ichigo cursed softly. Now, he felt intense guilt pressing in on him. If something had happened to his sisters, it would be his fuckin' fault for being selfish. Not to mention, he had been having sex while his dad had been trying to reach him. Fuck!
Ichigo started slightly when he felt a hand on his back, and turned to face concerned blue eyes. Grimmjow was seated next to him, touching him and encouraging him to speak.
"Berry, tell me. I won't let you hide shit from me again."
"That was my dad. He told me to come home and talk. I think it's about my sisters," Ichigo said quietly. Grimmjow frowned.
"You want me to come with you?"
"Grimm, I don't want you to think I'm ashamed of you...of us...but I need to do this alone." Grimmjow leaned forward and kissed him.
"Fine."
Ichigo smiled and began getting dressed. Shit. He had no idea how his old man was going to react to the things he needed to tell him, and he was more than a little afraid. Isshin was normally a goofball, so to hear him so serious was fuckin' scary. As well as the fact that he was worried sick about his sisters.
He was dressed in his clothes from the previous day and already standing by the door, when he hesitated before spinning on his heel and going back to Grimmjow. Ichigo hadn't forgotten what the blue-haired man had said about killing Sharp and he didn't want him to do anything foolish. He came to an abrupt stop right in front of him and narrowed his eyes, causing the other man to frown.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Berry?"
"Don't do anything stupid, Grimmjow," he said darkly and Grimmjow grinned.
"Aww, ya worried about me?" He teased.
"I'm fuckin' serious! I don-"
Grimmjow cut him off with a deep kiss, prying his mouth open and slipping in his tongue. Ichigo almost immediately felt his body sag against Grimmjow as they kissed. He knew the other man was trying to distract him, and he was ashamed to admit that it was working.
"I won't do anything stupid," Grimmjow said softly, after pulling back from the kiss. Ichigo considered him for a minute before sucking his teeth and shaking his head.
"I gotta go. Um..." Ichigo hesitated. "At least try to stay outta trouble, ok?" Grimmjow grinned wolfishly and nodded and Ichigo knew his words were futile.
XOXOXOXO
12:15 PM
Ichigo's heart thudded loudly in his chest as he sat on the worn couch of his childhood home, staring across the coffee table at a stern-faced Isshin. His old man had his arms folded across his chest and was giving Ichigo a death glare the likes of which he'd never seen before. He'd just explained everything to his father, starting with the whole Shiro business, down to him being in love with a guy. Through his entire explanation, Isshin hadn't said a word, he just glared at Ichigo. He knew the man was pissed because it turned out that Yuzu and Karin had indeed disappeared. Ichigo twisted uncomfortably in his spot on the old couch and glanced away from his old man.
"Say somethin', Dad," he mumbled. Isshin shifted his weight to his right leg and exhaled noisily.
"Ichigo, I had a feeling you were seeing that young man I saw at your home the day I stopped by to tell you about the convention. You were blushing and fidgeting too much. I'm more aware than you'd like to believe," he said slowly.
"Dad-"
"Ichigo, my son, why wouldn't you tell me about all of this? This situation with Yuzu and Karin could have been avoided."
"You think I don't know that? I feel awful, but this isn't easy. How was I supposed to tell you that I, not only have a split personality, but am gay as well? Oh, and I'm fighting in a very probably illegal underground fighting arena. Those aren't topics you can just casually talk about!"
"Yes, but now your sisters are involved. Who knows what's going to happen? I'm calling the police. This Sharp person was fool enough to leave a note, so maybe that can help," Isshin stated as he headed for the wall phone in the kitchen, but at that moment, Ichigo's phone began to buzz.
Ichigo stared at the screen, an ominous feeling settling in his chest as he read "UNKNOWN". The last unknown call he'd received had been Sharp with the news of Karin's abduction. Ichigo grit his teeth and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"My, my, Ichigo-san, I thought we had an agreement?"
Ichigo immediately remembered the voice and knew he was speaking to Sharp. Rage spread through every fiber of his being, but he had to keep a level head. He needed to know about his sisters.
"You asshole, where are they? Don't fuckin' touch them!" He snarled. Screw a level head.
"Hmph, Ichigo-san, you went back on your word and as such you need to be punished-"
"Take me," he said quietly. "We made the deal, so, let my sisters go. They had nothing to do with this. Please!"
There was a tense silence for a few seconds before Sharp spoke up with amusement lacing his tone.
"That is a very good idea, Ichigo-san. In fact, it's absolutely ideal. I will arrange the meeting for 1:30 pm at the train station. You will see your sisters and the person you are to leave with. And no police, or not only will the deal be off, but your sisters will die. Don't be late, Ichigo-san."
Sharp ended the call and Ichigo had to resist the urge to be violently ill. He'd told Grimmjow not to do something stupid, yet here he'd probably gone and done something worse. However, he couldn't bring himself to be angry or feel bad about his decision. If this was the only way he could help his sisters, then so fuckin' be it.
Ichigo glanced at his phone to check the time and realized that Sharp had only given him an hour to be at the train station. He chuckled dryly and had to admit that the man was, if nothing else, cunning. Suddenly, Ichigo was yanked off the couch by the collar of his shirt, and thrust into the face of a very ticked off goat-face.
"Ichigo, my son, this is wrong! I won't let you do this!" Isshin angrily stated, but Ichigo narrowed his eyes and swatted his old man's hand away before righting his clothes.
"Well, you don't really have a choice! I'm not gonna let anything happen to Karin and Yuzu because of my mess! It's my fault, so I'm gonna fix it!" Ichigo yelled. His voice may have sounded angry, but in reality he was pleading with his father to let him do what needed to be done.
"Ichigo, let me call the police, they can-"
"No! He said no cops or the girls will die. I'm not willing to risk it, are you?"
Ichigo watched as Isshin fought internally, every emotion he was experiencing crossing his face, before he slowly shook his head. Ichigo nodded resolutely and set his phone on the coffee table.
"In an hour, call Shinji and tell him what happened. He'll know what to do and who to contact," he said as he went to open the front door.
"Ichigo!" Ichigo turned to face his old man, wondering if it would be the last time he saw him. "I-I...you..." Ichigo grinned. Right now his father needed reassurance and, even if he didn't believe it, he would give it.
"C'mon, Dad, you don't think I'm gonna go down that easily, do you?" he teased. Isshin raised a skeptical brow but said nothing. "I'll be fine, old man, don't worry. As a matter of fact, you should come wait outside of the train station so Karin and Yuzu will have a way home."
Isshin nodded and grabbed Ichigo's phone, stuffing it into his shirt pocket, before grabbing his keys and a jacket. They rode to the train station in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts, but when Isshin pulled up outside of the train station, Ichigo's heart began to race.
Although he was terribly nervous, he refused to show it and instead glanced at his worried father. Isshin was watching him, looking as if any minute he would argue and fight with Ichigo to make him change his mind.
"Don't forget to call Shinji, Dad. I'll send Yuzu and Karin this way," Ichigo stated as he opened the car door.
"Ichigo! Make sure you come back!" Isshin said sternly, as if he were scolding Ichigo for not doing his homework. He smiled and nodded before shutting the passenger door and heading for the train station's entrance.
Ichigo made his way down the stairs leading to the train platform and searched the wide area for his sisters. When he didn't see them, he sat on a short bench to wait. Maybe he was a little early.
Not even five minutes had passed, when Ichigo heard Yuzu's voice calling out to him.
"Onii-chan!"
Ichigo whipped his head around and jumped from his seat, running towards his little sisters. Once he reached them, he hugged the two girls fiercely before checking for injuries. Satisfied that there were none, he stooped to their height to speak evenly with them.
"Dad is outside waiting for you. Go straight there, no stopping, ok?"
"Onii-chan, what about you? You're coming with us, right?" Yuzu questioned, tears shining in her eyes. He hated seeing that.
"No. I'll see you guys later, but right now I've got somethin' to do," he explained, trying not to outright lie to the girls, but Karin seemed to see right through him.
"Ichi-nii, don't go," she said quietly.
"It's fine," he laughed. "I'm just gonna go talk to this guy and see if we can come to some sort of agreement. Nothin's gonna happen to me." Yuzu sniffled then stepped forward to hug his neck.
"Ok, Onii-chan. We'll see you later, then."
Ichigo smiled when Karin reluctantly stepped forward to hug him as well. He held on for as long as he could, until a throat was cleared directly behind him. Sighing, he leaned away from them, stood and gently pushed them in the direction of the entrance.
"Go. Dad's waiting."
They hesitated for a moment, but then waved as they ran for the stairs leading out of the train station. Ichigo watched them until they disappeared from sight before turning to face whoever was waiting behind him. A tall, blond man stood with his arms clasped behind his back, wearing a friendly smile.
"Ichigo, I presume?"
"Yeah. Let's just get this over with, ok?"
The blond nodded and gripped Ichigo's elbow as he led him from the train station. Ichigo could feel something blunt being pressed into his ribs below where the man grasped his elbow. He frowned, then glanced down to see a gun, and immediately his blood turned to ice. Holy shit!
"Don't worry, Ichigo, if you don't struggle, this will only be for insurance," the blond stated quietly as he led him to a black car.
He was shoved inside with the blond settling beside him still holding the gun. Ichigo was sandwiched between the blond and a dark-haired man who smiled before revealing a black strip of cloth and blindfolding him.
Oh shit.
XOXOXOXO
2:00 PM
Shinji couldn't stop shaking as he dialed Stark's number. How could Ichigo be so stupid? Then, he immediately felt bad as he realized Ichigo had only done it for his sisters. He tried to wait patiently for Stark to answer his phone, but his knees bounced up and down nervously while he sat on his couch. Fuck! He was so scared for his friend.
"Shinji, I'm in a meeting with Aizen-"
"Ichigo's gone! He went with Sharp coz that prick had his sisters and wouldn't let them go unless Ichigo took their place!" Shinji shrieked, his composure crumbling. There was a brief silence before Stark sighed.
"Ok, calm down. I'll be right there once this meeting is over. You are at home, right?" he asked. Shinji took a deep breath and replied affirmatively. "I'll be there."
XOXOXOXO
7:25 PM
"At any given moment, there are usually thirty to forty men guarding the place, so if you can get around them, you can get inside with no problems."
Grimmjow stared at the man seated across the table and bit the inside of his cheek. The guy was weird. Firstly, he smelled like onion soup. Grimmjow felt like his nose hairs were smoldering the more he was exposed to the guy's offensive odor. Secondly, his short black hair stood on end as if it had never seen a comb or brush, and he had huge coal-colored eyes that seemed to see right through whatever he looked at. Thirdly, he was dressed in a long black trench coat, combat boots and...it looked like nothing else, because his chest and legs were bare.
Grimmjow glared at Nnoitra and then at Cirucci, who was watching him with an amused gleam in her violet eyes. Was this a fucking joke?
"Thanks, Ryuichi. I'll have Hana-chan contact you later," Cirucci stated. The strange man nodded and left the table. Nnoitra beat Grimmjow to the punch in speaking up.
"'Rucci, what the fuck was that?" Cirucci leaned back in her seat and cackled loudly, grasping her stomach.
"Ryuichi may be eccentric, but he knows a lot. Plus, he used to be a Soul Reaper, but left a few months after Barragan did. The things he knows are very valuable," she stated. Grimmjow pursed his lips, finding it very hard to believe that that man used to be a Soul Reaper.
"So, all we have to do is get around all that security and that's it? Are they strong?" Grimmjow questioned as he scratched the tip of his nose before wrinkling it, trying to rid it of that terrible smell.
"I don't know. You're going to need help no matter what you decide to do. Their number is too large for just the two of you," Cirucci answered.
Grimmjow weighed his options, knowing she was completely right. They couldn't just go barging into the place with no help against a small army, but knowing Sharp's location made him feel infinitely better. He was so gonna kill that little asshole.
"We could talk ta the Espada. If Barragan is already thinkin' bout reclaimin' his spot, he might be willin' to listen. I know fer a fact Stark'll help. The orange-head definitely. Yammy too. Jus' say 'fight' an' he's in. I don't know 'bout the rest," Nnoitra mused out loud.
Grimmjow thought it was a good idea though. If they could get the Espada to help, that security wouldn't stand a fuckin' chance. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but when he pulled it out, he noticed it was off. Frowning, he turned it back on, only to have it instantly shut off. Shit, he'd forgotten to charge the damn thing.
Glancing over at Nnoitra, he started to ask the tall man to call Stark, when his phone rang. Grimmjow rolled his eyes. Probably Ulquiorra. He snickered to himself, still unable to believe those two were fucking.
"Yo," Nnoitra answered. "Yeah, he's right here." Grimmjow raised a brow as Nnoitra handed him the cell phone.
"Who is it?"
"Stark. Says he's been tryin' ta reach ya all day."
"Yeah?" Grimmjow answered. Why would Stark be calling him all day?
"Grimmjow, bad news I'm afraid," the brown-haired Espada said slowly.
"What're you talkin' about?" Stark exhaled deeply before answering.
"Sharp has Ichigo."
Grimmjow felt his head get unbelievably light and his stomach clenched painfully. He swallowed several times before he was able to speak.
"When?" His voice cracked horribly.
"Sometime this afternoon. Shinji says Ichigo's father called him and told him he traded himself for his sisters. Aizen wishes to meet with everyone right now in the office," Stark explained. "No exceptions."
"Yeah, I got it," he said before handing the phone back to Nnoitra.
Grimmjow vaguely heard Nnoitra asking what was going on as he cradled his head in his arms on the table. The very thing he'd been afraid of happening had finally occurred. That fuckin' prick had his berry, and there was no telling what he would do to him. What he'd already done to him. Waves of nausea washed over him as he tried to keep himself under control. It was hard. He wanted to punch something. Better yet, he wanted to destroy Sharp's face before turning him into a mere smear on the ground.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at Nnoitra, who was standing next to him wearing an awkward expression.
"We'll get him back. C'mon, we gotta go," he said gruffly.
Grimmjow absently nodded as he rose from the table. His body seemed to move mechanically as they went to Nnoitra's car. Shit, he felt numb all over. Please let his berry be alright.
XOXOXOXO
8:30 PM
Aizen steepled his fingers as he reclined in his chair behind his desk. He had requested the presence of all of the Espada. Tonight, the business with Sharp would be over and done with. He would tolerate nothing less.
He glanced to his right and smiled at Gin standing beside him. Aizen could notice the minute signs of excitement in the silver-haired man that any other person couldn't. He knew Gin wanted to be done with Sharp as badly as he did.
The Espada were scattered around his office, faces solemn, as they waited for the last two members to arrive. Aizen was not pleased with the news of the Septima's abduction, but knew his feelings were probably nothing compared to the Sexta's.
What surprised him, though, was the presence of Neliel, who had insisted on being there. It seemed she had grown rather fond of the Septima as well, as her countenance was extremely upset.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and after Stark opened it, Grimmjow and Nnoitra walked in. Aizen studied the Sexta's demeanor and easily saw the pain and anger in his eyes and stance. Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing it firsthand was completely different. He never would have thought he would see the day when the Sexta cared about someone other than himself, but there lay the proof.
Aizen cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention before calmly speaking.
"I'm sure that you would like to know why you're all here, and it is this, simply put: you will assist me in the capture of one, Tanaka Sasaki, or rather, Sharp." He paused to gauge their reactions and was surprised to see Grimmjow exchange surprised glances with Nnoitra, but didn't dwell on it. They had probably planned to go in themselves. "I know his location and we will move out tonight. Barragan will lead, and we will follow." Eyebrows raised all around the room, but Ulquiorra was the one to speak up.
"We, Aizen, sir?" Aizen smiled benignly.
"Surely, you didn't think I would sit this one out?"
Soft chuckles and wide grins spread around the room like a virus. Yammy pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against, and his deep voice boomed over the laughter.
"So, what the hell're we waitin' for?"
"My thoughts exactly," Grimmjow added darkly. Aizen's smile widened. Sharp didn't stand a chance.
XOXOXOXO
9:00 PM
"Ah!" Ichigo yelped.
He'd been holding back his cries for as long as humanly possible, but the pain was becoming too much. Sharp had his arms handcuffed behind his back and his ankles shackled together, making him defenseless as he kicked and punched him ruthlessly.
His right eye was swollen shut, his nose and bottom lip were bleeding, and he was pretty sure a rib was broken. Fuck, this creep was such a wuss! He wouldn't face Ichigo like a real man.
"So, Ichigo-san, have you learned your lesson?"
"Fuck you!" Ichigo spat disgustedly.
Sharp retaliated with a brutal kick to his abused torso, making Ichigo groan and curl up in pain. He wouldn't allow himself to fall unconscious though, for fear of what the other man would do to him. At that moment, he realized that he might not make it out of there alive. Fuck.
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