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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Well for starters, why did you join the gang?” Ichigo asked, taking a tentative step forward, rubbing his sore wrist.
Grimmjow scowled and turned to face Ichigo, crossing his arms over his now bare chest.
“Same reason most boys do, alcoholic dad beat us til’ he eventually dipped out on the responsibilities he couldn’t handle, leaving my mom to become a drug addicted prostitute who never came home. Someone had to put food on the table and keep the utilities from getting cut off. So Stark took me in at fifteen and taught me everything there is to know about selling drow and beating the shit outta anyone who owed him money.”
            “I’m sorry to hear that,” Ichigo said, feeling sorry he started with that question- one that obviously Grimmjow didn’t like to talk about much.
            “I don’t need yer pity, Kurosaki. It’s just that way out there on the East side. Dog eat dog. Kill or be killed. I was just a lanky, street smart brat caught up in the mix, doing what I thought I could to keep myself and my sister alive.”
            “You have a sister?” Ichigo asked interested, trying to imagine a female version of Grimmjow without success.
            Something in Grimmjow’s eyes changed, and he walked over to a decorative globe in the corner of the room. It was one of those cleverly disguised mini bars where he kept some stiff liquor hidden. He poured himself a shot and looked questioningly at Ichigo.
            “Want one?”
            “No thanks,” replied Ichigo, moving to sit on the edge of the leather couch.
            Grimmjow tossed back the shot and wiped his mouth, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes for a few moments. When he felt he could keep in control of his voice he said “Had. I had a sister.”
            Grimmjow watched the effects of his words on Ichigo’s face as he put two and two together.
            Grimmjow could tell he wanted to ask, so he just set his face into the best stoic expression he could, eyes glazing over as he lost himself in his memories as he spoke.
            “Her name was Emi. She had gorgeous long green hair and hazel eyes. She was a truly beautiful girl, and very intelligent too. She did well in school, and she loved to read. She said books were her only escape from the dark and desperate place where we lived.”
            “Sounds like you two were close,” Ichigo said softly.
            “We were. We were all each other had. I taught her to read, tie her shoes, to ride a bike. I protected her from bullies and lecherous perverts. She taught me how to cook, tended my wounds from fights, and was there for me whenever I needed. She was three years younger than me, though you’d never tell cuz she filled out so quickly. Got her figure from moms.”
            Ichigo listened quietly, watching Grimmjow’s face, noting his hand starting to tremble slightly that still held the shot glass.
            “I didn’t do my job well, got caught slanging drow when I was seventeen. Sold to an undercover. I did a year in jail for that, leaving her all by herself. And low and behold, I get out to find my fifteen year old sister is swollen pregnant, about to drop any day now, and the prick who knocked her up has been knocking her around too. I found out who it was, a member of Espada, which meant I couldn’t get my hands on him. I denounced myself from Espada to Stark himself, told him I was done with that shit for once and for all. If he really wanted to, he could have spared me from jail with a good lawyer or bribed me out, whatever. But he didn’t. In fact, I’m pretty sure he or someone else set me up.”
            “So who was it that got Emi pregnant?” Ichigo asked.
            “I’m gettin’ to that, hold the fuck on,” snapped Grimmjow, glaring at Ichigo who shut up but glared back defiantly.
            “As punishment for my defection, they had my sister beaten. I thought they’d come after me, but that bastard Stark knew my real weakness. Had her beaten by the very person who got her pregnant, who liked to beat her senseless anyways. And he beat her so bad, she went into labor. Emi died on the table in the middle of her child coming. Never even got to hold her baby girl, or name her. Brain hemorrhage.”
            Grimmjow was squeezing the glass so hard between in his clenched fist, seeing ghosts of the memories that must have haunted him since it happened. Ichigo got up and quickly crossed the room, gently grabbing Grimmjow’s hand and prying his fingers loose. Grimmjow came out of his haze and realized what he was doing, letting Ichigo take the glass. Just as Ichigo was reaching to set it on back on the mini bar, Grimmjow growled lowly, “It was Ulquiorra Cifer.”
            The poor glass never made it; instead it dropped straight from the frozen Ichigo’s hand and clattered to the ground, rolling across the cherry stained wood flooring as Ichigo stared into Grimmjow’s eyes.
            They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, reading each other’s facial expressions and what stirred just beyond their eyes respectively when that name was mentioned. Pain, anguish, rage, deep seated hatred, all twisting and intertwining within the icy cerulean and the warm chocolate orbs that remained locked on each other.

            Grimmjow’s low baritone was the first to break the silence with a quietly asked, “How do you know him?”
            Ichigo decided he did want that drink after all. He retrieved Grimmjow’s glass from the floor and set it back on the bar, grabbing a clean one and pouring himself some of the amber liquid. He steeled himself and threw it back, feeling the small hairs on his neck and arms raise at the warmth as it burned its way down his throat. He set his glass next to Grimmjow’s.
            “That’s some strong liquor.”
            Grimmjow grinned. “Twenty year old scotch. I have an expensive taste.”
            Ichigo arched a brow. He could tell that the minute he found out where Grimmjow lived.
            “Well, since we’re doing a bare the soul thing here, I suppose I owe you my story,” said Ichigo, leaning heavily on the bar.
            “I’d love to hear it, strawberry, but I’m going to be late for a date if I don’t hurry, thanks to yer impromptu visit.”
            Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow.
            “Seriously? You are going to blow me off for a piece of ass?”
            Grimmjow threw his head and laughed a deep, rich sound that echoed throughout the spacious condo. It filled his eyes with mirth and made them shine brighter, making his ruggedly handsome face softer, throwing Ichigo a little of guard. He realized this was the first time he’d seen Grimmjow genuinely smile or heard him laugh. But he wasn’t sure why this was funny and his scowl deepened.
            “What?!” he snapped, as Grimmjow stifled his laughter but was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
            “Wanna come? This is where I go almost every night,” he said, eying Ichigo, revealing in his confusion as the poor tanned guy tried to decide if Grimmjow was serious or if he was asking him into a three way. Narrowing his eyes and setting his chin, Ichigo nodded, swearing to himself that if this turned out to be weird in any way he was going to kick Grimmjow square in his balls. Grimmjow smirked and in a few short strides crossed the room and grabbed his shirt, sliding it on and buttoning it. He motioned with his head for Ichigo to follow him, grabbing his keys from an end table. Ichigo snatched his coat, curiosity beginning to bubble inside his chest.
            Grimmjow maneuvered his custom blue painted Challenger through the streets of Westnidge, minding the speed limit despite the 375 horse power engine that purred like a sated jungle cat beneath the hood. Ichigo had to admit that secretly he wanted to ride in Grimmjow’s car since the man’s first day on the job. Ichigo had learned to appreciate the beauty of mechanics from Chad, which was why he splurged on his bike. He was doing his best to pay attention to the street signs and homes and not the smoothness of the ride or the immaculate and comfortable gray leather interior.
            They pulled up to a wrought iron gate, which slid open into a paved U shaped drive, lined with lights and thriving greenery. A paved brick walk led to a matching brick mansion. It appeared to be two stories in height but had an east and west wing. Ivy climbed the home perfectly and manicured landscaping adorned the perimeter. Ichigo arched his brow and let out a low whistle as Grimmjow put the car in park and pulled out the keys. One of the large mahogany French doors opened, an elderly gentleman hustling toward them.
            “Sorry I’m a tad bit late, Fredrick, I brought a friend. Hopefully the Driedrins won’t mind?”
            “Absolutely not, Mr. Jeagerjaques! Madam Driedrin would be delighted to make acquaintance with your guest,” he replied with a bow, taking Grimmjow’s keys. Ichigo suddenly felt extremely underdressed and wondered just what the hell Grimmjow was up to. Was he sticking it to some loaded cougar?
            He followed Grimmjow through the door into a spacious foyer with a cathedral ceiling. A crystal chandelier hung in the center, illuminating the space with a sparkling radiance and a spiraling mahogany staircase that matched the door lead to the second floor. Fredrick appeared, closing the heavy door making Ichigo jump slightly.
            “As usually, Madame will meet you in the great room,” he said, gesturing to the left and beginning to move to announce their arrival. But before he could get far, a small blur of green shot out of the large arched doorway, making a beeline for Grimmjow’s long legs.
            “GRIMMY!” she squealed, barreling as fast as her short legs would go. Grimmjow squatted down and caught her when she tripped over the ornate rug the stood on, enveloping the small girl in his large arms and hugging her close, his endearments muffled as she choked his neck in a hug.
            Ichigo knew instantly this was the little girl from his partner’s story. Her glossy green hair was pulled back into pigtails, which Grimmjow was now playfully tugging, and she had the cutest, biggest hazel eyes Ichigo had ever seen. Grimmjow swung the happily squealing girl in a circle before setting her down and turning to Ichigo.
            “Nelliel, meet my partner, Ichigo. Ichigo, my niece, Nelliel.”
            Nelliel curtsied and blushed up at him shyly. Ichigo grinned warmly, taking her small hand and giving it a kiss.
            “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss.”
            She blushed harder.
            “It’s a pleature to meet you too,” she replied with a toothy grin, darting to hide behind Grimmjow’s legs.
            Grimmjow grinned at Ichigo and scooped the little girl into his arms, motioning him to follow them into the next room. Ichigo felt something tug in his chest, watching him interact with Nelliel, who began happily chatting to him about her day. He supposed he’d judged his partner a little too hastily.
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