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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 19: LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR
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XOXOXOXO
Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in and now you're here
Driven by hate
Consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor
-Drowning Pool-
XOXOXOXO
9:45 PM
Sharp reclined in his leather office chair, smiling benevolently at the angry red head propped against the wall directly across from him. He had to admire the youth's tenacity, since he was still conscious after the beating he had taken. Impressive.
Sharp was waiting anxiously for the hot-headed Sexta to start searching for his lover, and he would be sure to know, considering his contacts were plenty. The moment the blue-haired freak began asking questions about him, Sharp would make his move.
"So, Ichigo-san, were you hoping for some assistance from that lover of yours?" he taunted. He was absolutely secure in his belief that the little red head's friends had no idea where he was, and had been using that to dishearten him.
"Fuck. You."
Sharp gave a depressed sigh and quirked his lips. That had been Ichigo's response to every question he'd posed and every statement he'd made. It was boring, but he had already grown tired of beating the boy, so it made no sense to keep hitting him when the results would only be the same.
"Is that all you can say?" Sharp tried again.
"You're a pussy."
Sharp cracked a grin. It was a start. He could definitely see why the Sexta was attracted to Ichigo. There was a fiery spirit trapped in that lithe body, and an attractive face under the permanent scowl the boy was so fond of.
Suddenly, the security alarms began blaring, making him jump. What the hell? Sharp moved to the set of screens, displaying the perimeter of the building, located against the wall and frowned, panic beginning to spread through him like wildfire. They were blank, all of them showing nothing but static and white noise. What the fuck was this?
At that moment, the office door burst open and Takuya stumbled inside clutching his left side. His face was bloody, hair disheveled, and he was sweating profusely.
"What the fuck is going on, Takuya?" Sharp demanded.
"We've been breached! Th-they're here!" the man gasped before collapsed to the ground. It was then that Sharp noticed the blood spreading from the spot Takuya gripped on his side.
"Who the fuck is 'they'?"
When Takuya didn't respond, he stormed to his desk and snatched open the bottom right drawer, pulling a .380 from it's depths. After tucking the small weapon into the waistband of his slacks, he rushed to Ichigo and hauled him to his feet.
"Let's go!" He barked.
Sharp edged cautiously into the corridor, all of his senses on high alert. The lights were flickering and the scream of the alarm was deafening. Just who the hell had managed to breach his headquarters? A soft snickering floated from beside him, and he glanced at its source with a murderous glare. Could it be?
"I guess you've forgotten who you're dealing with," Ichigo stated with a malicious grin, and when Sharp didn't reply, he continued. "You've pissed off a lot of people, Sharp-san, and they're all coming for your head. Sucks to be you right now."
Sharp ignored Ichigo's laughter and made his way through the long, gray corridors, hoping to make it to the panic room. Dread flowed into his system, threatening to overwhelm him. If he were to believe what the red head was saying, that would mean...NO. Impossible.
XOXOXOXO
Ryuichi had been sorely mistaken about the amount of people guarding Sharp's little hide-out. There were way more than thirty to forty guys but...he didn't care. They were shit fighters, and he was having so much fun kicking their asses.
"Yer slow!"
"Fuck you, I'm on twenty!"
"Shit! I got fifteen!"
Grimmjow laughed maniacally as he damn near put his fist through a Soul Reaper's head.
"Ah! Make that twenty-one!" he corrected. Nnoitra cursed as he tossed a Reaper to the side. "C'mon, Stick!"
"Fuck you!"
They literally plowed through the Soul Reapers that seemed to be crawling out of the cracks in the floor, and emerging from thin air like some type of video game. Grimmjow and Nnoitra had been paired together then sent to enter through the rear, and it had been child's play getting inside once Szayel disabled the security cameras.
The two fighters turned down another corridor, and ran into Aaroniero and Yammy standing over a floor full of bodies. For the first time ever, Grimmjow noticed the Noveno Espada smirking as he flexed his fingers. It was fuckin' spooky.
"So, the west is clear, then?" Nnoitra asked. Yammy nodded and chuckled as he stepped over a few fallen Reapers.
"This was too easy. I expected more of a challenge!" His deep voice boomed.
"It was still entertaining," Aaroniero said softly and moved on to the next corridor, while Grimmjow gaped in astonishment. Not only had the normally quiet and reserved Espada smiled, but he spoke! Claiming the fighting was exciting, no less!
"Shit, that's fuckin' scary," Nnoitra mumbled and Grimmjow nodded his agreement.
They followed the red-haired man down the eerily silent hallways. What happened to the alarm? Grimmjow was a man of instinct and never really thought about his actions beforehand too much, but the silence was unnerving. He glanced at the others and noticed the tense muscles and frowns. Good, at least he wasn't the only one on edge.
The four Espada approached a large metal door at the end of the long hallway, and paused to look at one another. Something was off about this situation and neither one of them wanted to be ambushed or worse.
However, Grimmjow-not one for prolonging the inevitable-turned the handle and kicked the door open. The room must have been soundproof, because there, in the wide open space of what appeared to be a large storeroom, was Halibel and Stark fighting a mass of Soul Reapers.
A wide, feral grin stretched across Grimmjow's features as he cracked his knuckles. Hell yeah! The others were grinning as well at the sight of so many Reapers and the prospect of a good fight. Obviously what the Reapers lacked in skill, they tried to make up with number, but that shit wasn't going to work.
Grimmjow rushed into the room and immediately sent a Reaper to the ground with a hard right straight. Stark and Halibel glanced in their direction and smiled, Stark giving a small wave even as he kicked a Reaper in the chin. Halibel elbowed another in the face, that tried to catch her unaware from the side.
There was pandemonium as bodies dropped left and right. Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Yammy added their yells and manic laughs to the cacophony of pain. It was fuckin' glorious! Now, all he had to do was find his Berry and kill that fucker Sharp.
XOXOXOXO
"Are you sure this is the place?"
"This is the address Yumi gave me, so this must be it."
"It looks like a warehouse."
"It probably is."
"Well, c'mon then."
Shinji and Renji crept around the side of the building as silently and quickly as possible, keeping to the shadows. Shinji didn't know why Stark thought he was going to just sit back and do nothing while his friend was in danger. Not happening.
Renji peered around the corner and frowned in confusion, before turning back to Shinji. What the hell was it now?
"Shin, the door's wide open and there ain't no guards."
"Baka...that just means the Espada got here first. 'Sides, it makes our job a lot easier. Now all we gotta do is go in and find Ichi," Shinji stated.
"Nah, I don't think so."
Shinji whirled around to see three people wearing Shinrei-kei Noh masks and all black karate gi. They were trying to exude threatening auras by closing in on him and Renji, but only managed to piss him off. Without warning, Renji sent his foot crashing into one of the Reapers, making the other two leap at Shinji. What, did they think he was the weaker link?
He dodged the two Reapers easily, while chopping one directly at the base of his skull, instantly knocking him unconscious. The last Reaper fell swiftly after from a precise kick to his chin. Shinji grinned, adrenaline coursing through his system at an astounding speed. He felt high from the excitement.
"C'mon," he said, before stalking to the open door with Renji right on his heels.
"How're we supposed to find Ich in here?" Renji groused, as they ran through another corridor.
"By looking, idiot!"
"Shinji? I thought I told you not to come here!"
Shinji cringed at the sound of Stark's disapproving voice, and cursed his luck. How did they manage to run into the exact person he was trying to avoid? As he turned to face his lover, he noticed Grimmjow running away from them and down another empty corridor. Shinji just knew he was going to look for Ichigo, and he desperately wanted to follow, but the look on Stark's face stayed his feet.
"Stark, Ichigo is my friend! What'd ya think I was gonna do? Sit on my ass?" Shinji yelled in frustration. Stark raised a brow and slowly approached him.
"I don't want anything unnecessary happening to you, Shinji," the brown-haired man explained quietly, as he gripped Shinji's upper arms.
Shinji cocked his head and stared into Stark's imploring gray eyes. He'd never seen him looking so serious and it gave Shinji pause. Before he could speak though, there was a loud crash and yelling erupted from the corridor Grimmjow had disappeared into. Then a shrill ringing reverberated throughout the building before quickly being shut off.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, craning his neck to see what was going on.
Suddenly, Barragan rounded the corner, hands in the pockets of his black slacks, and the sleeves to his black blazer rolled to his elbows. His light gray dress shirt oddly matched his hair exactly, and had the first three buttons undone. He was chewing on a toothpick, the end of it protruding from the corner of his mouth, as he strolled casually down the hall towards the small group, and his dark eyes were lit with devilish amusement.
Behind him, Grimmjow was supporting an injured Ichigo by the waist with one of Ichigo's arms slung over his shoulders. Shinji started forward, but was stopped when he noticed a large man trailing behind Grimmjow and Ichigo, dragging an unconscious man by the scruff of his shirt. What the hell had just happened?
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo was having such a hard time keeping his eyes open, but his excitement over what was going on outside the small room Sharp had led them to, was keeping him conscious. He could hear yelling and fighting, and he was thoroughly enjoying the panicked look on Sharp's face. He was totally unprepared.
"This is ridiculous," the man snapped, as he took a seat in front of a console, housing small screens that were completely blank.
Ichigo chuckled and slid down against the wall. At least the bastard had taken the shackles around his ankles off. They had been rubbing his skin painfully until he had begun to bleed. All of the pain was worth it however, if it meant Sharp's end.
The man banged his fists against the console in frustration, and Ichigo shook his head. Sharp was rapidly coming undone and he knew exactly how to push him over the edge.
"Why did you do all of this anyway?" Ichigo asked, pretending to be ignorant. Sharp glanced up in shock, as if he'd forgotten Ichigo was there, but soon recovered and sneered.
"That Sexta stole Luppi's rank, then Aizen's little pet, Gin, fabricated a lie and had him killed!" he snarled.
"Luppi?" Sharp actually blushed and averted his gaze.
"My lover."
"Unh-hunh...you're a dumbass," Ichigo snorted, making Sharp immediately bristle in anger. "He was cheating on you."
"Fuck you! You don't know anything!"
"I know he was cheating on you. Said you were terrible in the sack."
"You lie!" Sharp snarled, beside himself with rage, but Ichigo just shrugged.
"He was sleeping with a friend of mine. That's fuckin' sad. You forfeited your life for a slut of a boyfriend. How does that feel, by the way?"
"Fuck you!" Sharp screamed as he advanced on Ichigo.
Ichigo only laughed again, refusing to cower before this chickenshit bastard, but before the man could completely close the distance, the steel door slid open. Sharp whirled around with his mouth agape, almost toppling to the floor in his haste.
Ichigo recognized Barragan Luisenbarn immediately by the gray hair and five-point crown tattoo under his left eye, but the huge guy following him was unfamiliar. Sharp let out a choked gasp and stumbled backwards as Barragan stepped into the room looking first left then right, where his eyes fell on Ichigo.
"You ok, gaki?" his deep voice rumbled, lips moving expertly around the toothpick in the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
The flimsy wooden door that disguised the steel entrance of the panic room, swung shut ominously behind the large man following Barragan.
"Choe, five minutes," Barragan commanded. The huge man nodded and stood back against the left wall. "So, Tanaka, you've been busy, yes?"
Ichigo watched as Sharp's jaw clenched and his eyes widened even further. He was scared shitless. Stupid prick.
"Luisenbarn, wh-why are you here?" Sharp demanded. Barragan raised a brow, before lifting the corner of his mouth.
"You're so nervous. Aren't you glad to see your old General, Lieutenant?"
"It's unexpected. I didn't think you would return once you left."
"Ahh, yeah, that. Turns out you're not doin' too well as the new General, and now I gotta come clean up your mess. I'm disappointed, Tanaka; I expected better from you," Barragan drawled, before taking the toothpick from his mouth, and scratching the back of his head.
Sharp's hand had steadily been easing behind his back, reaching for something in the waistband of his pants. Ichigo wondered if anyone else noticed it, then relaxed as he saw the man named Choe stand to his full height, and narrow his already slanted eyes.
"Bold move, but sadly, not enough," Barragan stated, and without warning, delivered a series of crippling blows that left Sharp's face bloody and unrecognizable.
Holy fucking shit! The speed on that guy was scary! Ichigo had only been able to follow three of the blows before he lost track of Barragan's movements. Suddenly, the wooden door crashed inwards, drawing the attention of the occupants of the small room. Ichigo melted and felt a slow smile creep across his lips.
"What the hell is this! Barragan?" Grimmjow yelled quizzically, as he stepped into the room. "Where the fuck-"
His intense blue gaze landed on Sharp, and his lips pulled back into a snarl as his hands fisted at his sides. He stepped forward, but Barragan held out a hand as he reached into his blazer pocket and withdrew a small jar of toothpicks. Replacing the old one, he stepped around Sharp to the console that held the blank screens, and pressed a bright green button for a few seconds, causing a shrieking ring to echo through the building.
"I got this guy. Aizen wants him alive...for now, anyway. You got someone else to tend to," Barragan stated, and looked pointedly at Ichigo.
Grimmjow frowned, but turned to face him and his eyes immediately widened, then softened as he rushed over. Ichigo watched in amusement, trying not to laugh, while Grimmjow fussed over him like a mother hen.
"I need the key for these," he said to Barragan, indicating the handcuffs binding Ichigo's wrists.
Ichigo leaned his head against Grimmjow's shoulder as Barragan searched Sharp's pockets for the small key, then tossed it to the blue-haired man. Ichigo sighed in relief. It had to be over now, right? Aizen certainly wasn't going to let that asshole live.
"Berry, stay with me, yeah? We gotta get you some help. C'mon, can you stand?" Grimmjow murmured, while slipping an arm around Ichigo's waist.
"Yeah. I'm just tired s'all," he mumbled. He was actually exhausted and in a lot of pain, but that wouldn't make any difference. He still needed to walk out of there. Grimmjow started lifting and Ichigo flinched drastically. "W-wait! I think he may have broken a rib."
Grimmjow's face darkened briefly, but the look quickly disappeared, as he slowed and gently assisted Ichigo to his feet. Barragan had just stepped from the room, when he glanced over his shoulder at them.
"Choe, bring Tanaka. Grimmjow, you can follow me to the storage room."
Grimmjow nodded and they slowly began moving down the corridor behind Barragan.
"Grimm," Ichigo said softly, gaining his lover's attention.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Grimmjow's steps faltered as he gave Ichigo an incredulous look, then he shook his head and smiled.
"What'd ya think, I was gonna let that fucker keep ya? You're mine, Berry."
Ichigo laughed shortly. He was glad he was on Grimmjow's good side.
XOXOXOXO
Aizen smiled as he gripped another insolent Soul Reaper by the throat and squeezed tightly. The Reaper thrashed and clawed at his hand, but it was no use, as Aizen's grip gradually tightened until the noises and movement ceased. He nonchalantly tossed the man aside, and continued to the room Barragan had instructed everyone to meet in once he sent the signal. The signal had been in the form of a piercing ring that had the potential to puncture one's eardrums.
"This is it, huh?" Gin asked with a wide smile. Aizen smiled back before drawing the silver-haired man to him for a lazy kiss.
"It is. Shall we?"
"Hell yes."
Aizen led the way into a large store room, littered with the bodies of numerous Soul Reapers. There was a small space in the corner of the room that Barragan said he used for interrogations. A long steel beam rose from the floor, and was wrapped with a considerable length of thick chain. Interesting.
Aizen quickened his steps when he noticed everyone gathered in a semi-circle around a figure slumped on the floor. Barragan leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Obviously, the festivities had been delayed for his presence.
"Tie him to that beam, if you would, Yammy," he stated upon reaching the group.
"Course."
Aizen smiled as he looked down at the man known as Sharp. He could practically feel the sheer hatred rolling off of those gathered around, especially Gin. Oh, this was sure to be fun.
XOXOXOXO
Sharp hadn't even seen Barragan move. How could a man his age still be so fucking fast? It was ludicrous. He shifted uncomfortably and soon realized that he couldn't move. He was seated on something extremely hard and his arms were trapped at his sides. His dark eyes snapped open, and he nearly wet himself from the sight that greeted him.
Right in front of him stood Sosuke Aizen wearing a friendly smile, and beside him was his second-in-command, Gin Ichimaru-who looked very well-and a man wearing shades and all black. Behind them, forming a small semi-circle, was a group of frightening looking people, staring him down with various degrees of hatred and disgust. There was also some amusement thrown into the mix, which only served to send shivers rocketing through his body.
On the far right, leaning against the wall with his arms and legs crossed, was Barragan, smirking devilishly at Sharp, and next to him was his loyal friend, Choe. The rest were seated on a pile of boxes. There was an extremely huge man with braids, a stoic-looking red-haired man, a man with rectangular glasses and pink hair, the orange-haired boy, Ichigo, the fucking blue-haired Sexta-who was grinning rather maliciously at him-a tall, skinny man with an eyepatch-also grinning widely-a small man with green eyes and a blank expression, a scary ass blonde woman with green eyes, and a brown-haired man with gray eyes. There were two others in the background; a blond guy and another red head. They were all glaring at him, and Sharp wished he could disappear into the floor.
He soon realized that he was chained to the interrogation post of the storage room, mouth gagged, and completely vulnerable. Holy shit! He was going to die!
"Hello, Sharp-san. Today is the day we pass judgement, have you any last words?" Aizen asked kindly. "Ara! That's right, you're unable to talk. That's too bad."
It was then that Sharp wet himself.
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