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Bullets and Blades	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Grimmjow woke to the sound of rain and screaming.
"You're a fool if you think I'll let you bring that boy down to your level." Grimmjow could hear Abirama growl. "He's made for better than that. The weakness that let you control him is gone now."
Grimmjow opened his eyes and shifted his body under the white covers. Pantera was lying on her side, her sides rising and falling with deep breaths. He sighed, not really wanting to get up, but he and Starrk had prepared for this, even if he'd hope they'd both be alive if it happened.
"Don't call me again." Abirama continued. "And don't ever call Grimmjow."
Seconds later, Abirama walked into the room wearing no shirt or shoes and low rise black jeans. His long hair was braided and his golden eyes were molten with repressed anger. Grimmjow sat up and slid his fingertips over his scalp. There was only one person Abirama could have talking to like that; Aizen.
"What did he want? To get some gloating done? Did he say shit about Starrk?"
Abirama shook his head, not wanting to rile up Grimmjow in any way at the moment. Aizen had called to ram through the Sexta's wall of calm and telling him what had been said would achieve exactly that.
"He said nothing important, Panther. We need to walk the dark road a while, see what we can find out and how much things might have changed."
Grimmjow nodded his head and sat up, jostling the grumbling Pantera a little. He stood and headed for the bathroom, Abirama's eyes never leaving the six tattooed on the flesh of his back. No, Aizen hadn't said anything important. Even if he did have the Sexta's younger sister locked up and in his grasp, there was nothing they could possibly do about it. If Grimmjow knew, he would want to stop or rejoin for her sake, and Abirama couldn't tolerate that. Aizen had to go down for good, no matter what the cost.

Ichigo shot at the insanely tall Espada. He clipped him in the shoulder, but the freak was still coming at him. The streets were empty because of the unexpected rain storm. Naka- Chan had wanted his favorite pomegranate juice and sliced kiwi's, so Ichigo had gone out to the store to get some. While at the store, he'd also gotten some beef tongue and rice to make for dinner that night. On the way back home, the Espada had cornered him on the street unexpectedly. He had been tempted to drop the bag of groceries and run, but the thought of the unstoppable tantrum he knew the toddler would throw when he didn't get his favorite breakfast and the extra tantrum his twin would throw when he didn't get any dinner stopped him from doing something so stupid.
So instead he drew his small pistol that he used for outings by himself. It wasn't very strong, but it didn't have to. It was just supposed to hurt enough to stop someone stupid enough to attack him in their tracks so he could get away. He didn't one of Aizen's sycophants to attack him of all people. He held the brown bag close to his torso as he turned and ran towards the apartment complex. He could hear the Espada running behind him and he slid across the rain slicked road as he turned a fast corner only to be tackled by someone so solid the air was knocked out of him on impact. Lying on his back on the wet road only made it worse, and he was having great difficulty getting air back into his lungs. The bag was ripped, contents spread over the wet concrete and his pistol was out of his line of sight, but definitely not in either of his hands.
"Got you litte bitch!" Said a gruff voice.
Ichigo reached beneath the waistband of his jeans and pulled out his thin seven inch dagger. It was slim and sharp, made for stabbing instead of slashing. A fist the size of his head slammed into his stomach and smacked him in the face. He had enough sense to jab outwards with his dagger into the body looming over him. He stabbed and stabbed, feeling hot blood ooze over his hand and splatter on his face. He got a slap by a smaller hand than the first for his trouble and sight went black and his ears were ringing. He could hear some, but not clearly.
"Oi!" A slightly familiar voice yelled. "What—fuck-fuckin' kill—
BOOM. BOOM.
"Got—Ran—Message." Said another voice Ichigo could almost recall, but he didn't get a chance. Right before he passed out, he heard one more fractured sentence.
"Get—Ichi—Shit—Blood."

Grimmjow held his ex-lover close to his body, trying to share what little body heat he had with him. The fucking wind was blowing hard, cold, and wet and he didn't want Ichigo getting sick. Yes, he knew that he shouldn't care one way or the other, he'd certainly tell people that was how he felt, but no one had to no how he really felt. Letting himself think it, feel it, was the only thing keeping him sane. The only thing that kept him from coming back to Karakura sooner than he did, stopped him from calling the number in his contacts under Berry.
Fuckin' Aizen was treading on old wounds and old love. Ichigo and his shit had nothing to do with him and he would just make sure he hurt all the harder for trying to involve him. He and Rama had been walking the dark road most of the morning, finding out about shifts of power and shit like that. Turns out the Vizards have more power than they let on, acting as a sort of buffer between the Espada and Reapers like a stern parent separating their children when they get a bit too wild. They also had someone on the inside of the Reapers gang and there was a rumor that they even had someone in the Espada. Grimmjow could believe the Reapers, but he didn't believe there was anyone left with Aizen who had the balls to spy on him for a rival gang.
"You could just call his twin on his phone." Abirama said. He'd been trying to dissuade him from taking Ichigo to his apartment personally. "Drop him close by and tell Shiro where to pick him up."
"Don't matter, he'll know my voice anyway."
"Well, I'll do it. He'd have more trouble trying to place mine."
Grimmjow just had to chuckle at that. He was sure Shiro would forget the voice of the man who'd been fucking him like he couldn't survive if they weren't connected regularly. He knew Rama and Shiro still had the odd conversation or else Abi wouldn't have known all that shit he'd told him earlier. Grimmjow may be quick to anger, and an uncontrollable force once he was riled up, but he was in no way stupid.
"What you mean to say is that if you call Shiro, he'll just come pick Ichigo up and never tell him that we were here at all."
Abirama growled in the back of his throat as they neared the apartment building.
"Grimmjow, this is in no way a good thing that you're doing. I understand you wanting to be close to Ichgio, but you're only asking for trouble."
"Fuck that, Ichigo and the Vizards are my main hurdle, Abi. I get this over with, consequences and all, and then we can really start on Aizen. We need to know where we stand in all this. Ichigo is the best place to start."
Abirama stiffened in place, Grimmjow almost bumping into him. Grimmjow followed his brother's line of vision and stared at the sight of a pale face staring out of the window of the first floor.

Shiro almost couldn't believe his eyes. That tall silhouette, wide shoulders, knee length black hair, and gleaming golden eyes were unmistakable. Abirama Redder. Next to him stood Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. The sky blue hair and cerulean eyes were covered, the black hoodie putting his eyes in shadow, but there was only one person Abirama would be in Karakura with, only one person he would come to Karakura for. Shiro knew that and he even felt a little bitter about that fact, even if he knew there were good reasons for why Abirama chose now to come back instead of when Shiro had asked him. In Grimmjow's arms had to be Ichigo and Ichigo had to be unconscious or else he wouldn't be letting Grimmjow carry him.
"Hey, Shi, is Ichi back yet? I'm getting worried."
Shiro didn't turn to look at Kaien, and maybe in hindsight he should have, but instead he just stared straight ahead as disaster headed his way. Kaien stood chest to back with his younger brother to look out of the window as well, to see what Shiro was staring at. His heart seized when he caught sight of them. His palm was already wrapped around the butt of his gun as walked out into the pouring rain and buffeting wind with nothing but a t-shirt and jeans on.

Grimmjow saw the man come out of the apartment building and he saw the gun held tightly in his hand, but he didn't stop walking forward. This guy wasn't shit compared to him and Abi was able to take care of him if it came to that. Kaien had never liked him, giving him shit every time he came over to their apartment. Grimmjow didn't like when people talked down to him or gave him shit at every turn. The only reason he hadn't ended Kaien was because he was fucking his little brother, a berry he'd loved at the time. He and Grimmjow weren't together anymore, so he wouldn't catch any grief for killing him this time around. Except it would ruin any chances he had of ever getting the berry to himself ever again. Which he still wanted, contrary to whatever he might say or do.
They stopped a few feet away from each other. Ichigo whined and shifted in his arms. Abi had his right hand on the butt of his sawn-off shotgun slung over his back, underneath his own hoodie. Kaien was glaring at them , Grimmjow in particularly, but he didn't raise his gun.
"If you didn't have my little brother in your arms, I'd shoot you."
"Yeah, fuck you too, Kai. I don't have any reason to take your shit anymore and I'm not a fuckin' teenager anymore. I'll run through you and the rest of your crew if I have to."
Kaien's hair and shirt were plastered to his skin. He looked miserable, but his eyes said blood and death.
"Give him to me, and then get the fuck away from here. I see anywhere near him again, and I don't have to tell you the consequences do I?" His glare momentarily left Grimmjow. "And the same goes for you Abirama. Shi doesn't need someone like you around."
"Shiro is a grown man, and he can decide something like that for himself. If he tells me to leave him alone, then I will. No other can make me. Do you understand?"
Ichigo shivered in Grimmjow's arms and the Sexta was starting to feel the warm buzz of irritation. Ichigo could get really sick out in this weather, and Abi had said that he had a kid now so him getting sick would be even worse for that. He could still see Shiro staring out of the window.
"Tell Shiro to come out here." Grimmjow said. "I trust him to take care of his twin. Then if you still want to fuck with me, we can finish this."
Kaien smirked and motioned with his free hand for Shiro to come outside. The pale twin ran out and straight for Grimmjow and Ichigo. His smaller arms wrapped around Ichigo's body and lifted him mostly with ease. Before he left, he looked up into Grimmjow's eyes.
"Don't kill him or Ichigo will really hate you."
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