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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 4: ACCEPTANCE

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XOXOXOXO

"Fuck you!" Tesla spat. His mouth and the side of his head was bleeding, and he was pretty sure a couple of his ribs were broken.

"Tsk, tsk, now, now, just tell me what I wanna know, and you can go on your merry little way," Tesla's tormentor cooed.

"I told you all I know already, what the fuck do you want from me?" Tesla screamed.

"Tesla-san, I need names. For instance, I don't wanna know that someone is replacing the Septima Espada position because I don't give a shit about that. I need the name of the bastard that took the Sexta Espada position and the name of Aizen's right hand. These are the things I want from you, Tesla-san," the man said in a syrupy-sweet voice.

Tesla gulped audibly. He was still wearing the blindfold so there was a chance he would be let go if he just gave the man the information he wanted. On the other hand, if Tesla squealed on Nnoitra-san's best friend, let alone Aizen's most trusted employee, he would surely die. Not to mention, his chances with Nnoitra-san would decrease dramatically. However, if he didn't give this man what he wanted there was no telling what would be done. It was a lose-lose situation.

Tesla hung his head in defeat. If he had to die, he would rather die honorably than as a rat. Besides, he loved Nnoitra-san even if the man was unaware of it, and Tesla would rather die than betray him.

"I've told you all I know. I don't know names," Tesla stated firmly as he lifted his chin defiantly.

"Che, I guess you're useless then," the man said and the last thing Tesla heard was a reverberating gunshot.

XOXOXOXO

Shiro felt like his fucking heart had crawled into his throat and pitched a tent there. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't nervous or scared or some shit like that, no. He was...

Here, maybe a visual would help.

Shiro stood in the center of the Hueco Mundo pit wearing loose, black drawstring pants, no shirt, his hands were taped to mid-forearm and his feet were taped to just above his ankle. He was facing Szayel Aporro Grantz who was clothed in the same manner, minus his glasses.

Shiro was sweating lightly, his heart was racing, and he had a raging hard-on. Excited didn't quite cover his mood at the moment.

"So, are we ready gentlemen?" Aizen called from his seat in the stands. Both men nodded and bowed respectfully. "You may begin."

Shiro backed away from Szayel slightly so he could observe him and noticed that Szayel had done the same. Szayel's eyes gleamed and his mouth spread into an evil grin as they began to circle one another.

Shiro watched Szayel's feet as they moved. He had to - shit! All of sudden, Szayel had lunged forward and buried his fist into Shiro's stomach twice. He's fast! But...

Szayel dropped and swept Shiro's feet from under him, making Shiro land hard on his back. Out of nowhere, Szayel's heel came crashing down into Shiro's stomach. But...Shiro rolled over onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath. His stomach and lungs burned like they were on fire. This was what he had been missing, this feeling of elation as he exchanged blows with an opponent.

Szayel kicked Shiro in the stomach and Shiro grunted as he rolled onto his back, spread-eagled. But...As Shiro lay catching his breath, a slow, manic grin spread across his features and his eyes flickered a distinct amber instead of the usual warm brown. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Szayel sped towards him again. But...his center of balance is all wrong! It's all in his feet! This is too fucking easy!

Szayel lifted his leg to kick Shiro in the stomach again when Shiro grabbed Szayel's ankle and rolled towards him, knocking the pink-haired man off of his feet. Szayel crashed gracelessly to the ground and looked at Shiro with a scowl as Shiro climbed to his feet, eyes wide and grin displaying a mouthful of pearly whites.

Yep, knew it. He's fast, but his coordination is shit. Szayel stood with a huff and narrowed his eyes at Shiro. Ohhhh, he looks pissed! Hahahaha! This is so fun!

"Don't gloat just yet," Szayel snapped. "You have far more damage than I do!"

Shiro looked down at his stomach, touched the bruises already beginning to show and giggled.

"Damage? This ain't damage! These here are love-taps! Damage he says! Stop the fuckin' teasin' and hit me already, Pinky!" Shiro yelled, sounding and looking positively insane.

Szayel's eyes narrowed before he pursed his lips and stood his ground.

"Do you think provoking me will make me lose focus? Such an amateur. That won't work on me, little boy," Szayel said disapprovingly. Shiro's brow creased in confusion and he spread his hands palms-up before him.

"Ehhhh? So ya won't hit me, 'sat what ya sayin'?" Shiro asked disappointedly. Then his eyes sparkled. "Ok!"

That being said, Shiro rushed toward Szayel displaying a speed comparable to Stark's. Szayel's eyes widened and he tried to counter with a roundhouse kick but Shiro swayed backwards flexibly, avoiding the foot and kicking his right leg up at the same time catching Szayel right under his chin.

Szayel flew back about ten feet and landed hard on his back. Shiro cackled wildly and rushed towards the slowly rising Szayel. Szayel only had time to face Shiro before he was bombarded with a barrage of punches. After Shiro threw his last punch, he stepped into a swift, straight-legged kick that thundered into Szayel's chest, knocking him backwards through the air and against the metal railing surrounding the pit.

Shiro stood grinning and panting as he watched Szayel sink to the ground, completely unconscious. Awww, no more? Well, that was fun. Short, but fun.

There was complete silence before a single person began clapping slowly. Shiro turned to face the group of people he had completely forgotten about and frankly, wasn't even thinking of now. He was still riding his high.

XOXOXOXO

"What the fuck was that?" Nnoitra exclaimed, his mouth hanging open.

Grimmjow was in no better condition. When the fight had first begun, he'd thought he'd be eating his words about the kid not letting Szayel win. That is, until he noticed the crazy ass grin that Shiro kid was wearing even after getting the shit kicked out of him.

The fucking speed and agility the guy possessed was mind-boggling. To sway backwards in the middle of a high-speed rush was crazy. Not to mention how powerful his blows were. Grimmjow had fucking goosebumps and the fine hairs on his arms and neck were standing on end.

"I have no fucking clue," Grimmjow murmured in response to Nnoitra's incredulous question.

Aizen rose to his feet and slowly began clapping, while Gin watched, a scowl pulled across his face.

"Suffice it to say, Shiro-san, you would be a very valuable asset should you decide to accept my offer. I admit, I had my doubts in the beginning, but you've more than redeemed yourself. So, what say you? Will you join?" Aizen asked, friendly grin firmly in place.

The silence was so acute you could hear a mouse piss on cotton. Grimmjow sat forward in his seat as he watched the kid contemplate Aizen's proposition, knowing full well that after a fight like that, there was no way he'd refuse. And there was no way Aizen would let him refuse either.

"What do I gotta do?" the kid asked. Aizen's smile widened.

"Excellent! I can send someone to you with the information tomorrow. You'll also need to have your rank tattoo done," Aizen replied.

Grimmjow watched as the kid's eyes widened significantly and he opened his mouth as if to speak but nothing came out. Kid must be overwhelmed. That was one hell of a fight.

"W-what time tomorrow?" the kid asked. He sounded nervous to Grimmjow, but he could be mistaken. Hell, after seeing Szayel put down like that, Grimmjow was willing to believe in Santa Clause, the Boogeyman and the Tooth Fairy all at once.

"What time is good for you, Shiro-san?" Aizen asked. Che, he must want this kid pretty badly if he's being this nice.

"After eleven."

"Fine, I will send someone tomorrow afternoon-"

"N-no, I mean after eleven at night. I-I got things ta do in the day so nights er better for me," the kid stammered.

"Hmm, that can be arranged," Aizen stated. "Please leave your address with Ulquiorra before you go. Welcome to the Espada, Shiro-san."

Aizen turned and steadily climbed the stairs to the exit, Gin following close behind. Once he'd left the arena, everyone huddled around the kid except Ilfort who went to check on Szayel.

"Oh my god! Shiro! You were so good!" Nel exclaimed.

"Fuck that shit, how'd ya get so fast?" Nnoitra asked, pushing Nel out of the way.

"I wish to inquire about his agility. You are extremely flexible, Shiro-san," Ulquiorra dead-panned.

Grimmjow just observed from a distance. It hadn't been his imagination, the kid was nervous. Question was, why?

XOXOXOXO

Now he'd gone and done it. King was gonna flip for sure when he found out. Not to mention, he had to get a fucking tattoo! Shiro groaned and hung his head as he sat on the edge of the bed, safely back in the apartment.

He was freshly showered and ready for sleep but afraid to lay down and close his eyes. King was probably gonna lose his mind when he noticed the bruises on his abdomen. Oh and let's not forget what Shiro had planned for...fuuuuck, he was gonna traumatize King. Unless there was...shit...why hadn't he thought of that sooner?

Shiro crawled into bed and under the covers and shut his eyes tightly. He hoped it would work. The last time he'd tried communicating with King it had been fruitless. Now maybe since King was older, he would listen.

Shiro retreated into Ichigo's mind and probed tentatively for his presence. Horizontal buildings sprang out of the darkness and the black background faded to a clear, blue sky. Aaahh, there he is! Let's see now...

'Oi! King! Wake yer ass up, I need ta talk ta ya!' Shiro called to Ichigo's sleeping form. Ichigo didn't stir at all. Shit, this has to work! 'OI! What the fuck, sleeping beauty, get UP!'

Ichigo didn't budge. Great! This was a fucking disaster! Shiro stood over Ichigo and tried to kick him but his foot passed right through Ichigo's body. How does this shit work? There had to be a way to communicate with Ichigo if Shiro could see him. This was his world to begin with, so why the fuck couldn't he touch or even talk to his King?

Shiro had learned to influence Ichigo's urge to sleep at night, but it was still shaky because Ichigo was a stubborn brat. Shiro just hoped he could do the same when the time came for the Espada to visit. He would have to work on communicating with King at another time.

XOXOXOXO

This was bullshit! This was the second fucking time Ichigo had gone to bed and woken up fucked up in some way and he was fed up. He was scared and just knew for a fact that he was indeed losing his mind.

This morning he had risen to multiple, yes he saidmultiple, fucking bruises on his abdomen like someone had decided to use his stomach as a punching bag. And and and! His body was still fucking sore!

As much as Ichigo did not want to do it, he saw no other options. He didn't care if he had to beat that retarded shopkeeper slash therapist like a dirty rug, Ichigo was going to find out what the fuck was happening to him and he would make damn sure that Urahara kept his mouth shut.

"Ichigo, are you sure you're alright?" Rukia asked. Bless her, she was only concerned, but Ichigo was in a venemous mood and had to be careful of what he said. And why the fuck was Shinji staring at him like that?

"I'm fine, Rukia, just a little tired," he lied. Ichigo seemed to be getting good at that which pissed him off. He didn't want to lie to his friends, but there was no way he could tell them this without them thinking he was apeshit. Bad enough Ichigo already thought that way about himself, he didn't need the people he cared about thinking it too.

"Well, how was your first day of class, Ichigo?" Shinji asked. He sounded mighty hostile. Ichigo narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"It was ok. Nothing special. How are your business courses?" Shinji shrugged.

"So-so," Shinji responded. "Sooo, Ichigo, what'd you do after Chad, Renji and me left?"

Ichigo's breath caught in his throat and he felt the blood drain from his face as his eyes met Shinji's. Did Shinji know what Ichigo had done? Had he seen him somewhere? Fuck! Ichigo was well on his way to a mental breakdown, when Renji walked up to the group wearing a serious expression.

"Yo," Renji greeted.

"Yo yourself," Ichigo replied as relief flooded his system. He avoided Shinji's narrow-eyed gaze and instead focused on Renji.

"I need to talk to everybody, it's kinda important,"Renji said almost fretfully.

Rukia regarded Renji with concern and a little amused gleam in her eye that made Ichigo feel lost. Then it dawned on him. Byakuya! Ahhh! Was Renji finally ready to talk about him?

"Sure, you know we're here for you," Rukia said and grasping Renji's elbow, led him to a picnic table in the recreational area of the university.

Ishida, Chad and Orihime followed close behind while Shinji hung back to walk beside Ichigo.

"Ichigo, I saw you last night, so don't deny it!" Shinji whispered angrily. Ichigo blanched.

"Deny what?" he whispered back. Shinji grabbed Ichigo's arm, halting his progress.

"Dammit Ichigo! I'm your friend! Fuck, the least you could do is tell me the truth! I saw you with the Espada last night at Hueco Mundo!" Shinji whispered vehemently.

Ichigo stared blankly at Shinji, his mouth opening and closing. What the fuck should he say? Ichigo didn't have the slightest idea what Shinji was going on about. Espada? Hueco Mundo? What the hell was that?

"Shinji, can we talk about this later?" Ichigo pleaded desperately. Shinji narrowed his eyes and stood nose-to-nose with Ichigo.

"We most certainly will. Don't think I'll forget!" He said, then whirled on his heel and marched to the table everyone had secured.

Ichigo felt like someone was playing a joke on him and he didn't get the punchline. Shinji, one of his closest friends, was thoroughly pissed with him and claiming to have seen Ichigo at Huko Muno...or whatever the fuck he said. Ichigo didn't even know what or where that was let alone why he would be there.

Enough was enough. Ichigo was throwing in the towel and admitting he needed help. As he took a seat across from Renji, Shinji, Orihime, and Ishida and next to Rukia and Chad, he came to a conclusion. Ichigo would tell Shinji what was happening to him and maybe Shinji could help fill in the gaps about that place he went to.

"Umm," Renji paused and bit his lip. "This is kinda, uhh, weird, but you guys deserve to know coz you're my friends." Rukia reached over and patted Renji's arms that were folded on the table.

"Just tell us," she encouraged. Renji nodded and took a deep breath.

"I-I'm g-gay," he stuttered and his face flushed. Ichigo smirked.

"What, did you think we were gonna throw rotten fruit at you and run you out of town?" Ichigo teased.

Renji looked around at everyone's faces then exhaled sharply and produced a shaky smile. Orihime giggled and hugged his arm. Shinji gave his trademark dramatic sigh while Ishida and Chad stared blankly.

"Soooo, how long have you been seeing my brother?" Rukia asked with a sly grin. Renji paled visibly.

"H-how did you know that? He said he never told you." Rukia hooted and slapped her hand against the tabletop.

"He didn't have to! Remember those boxers with the red lips all over that I got you for Christmas last year?" Rukia asked and Renji nodded hesitantly. "Well, I kinda found them stuffed between the refrigerator and the kitchen counter at Byakuya's condo. Heh, then I saw his cell phone's screensaver. I didn't know you could bend like that, Renji," Rukia teased.

Renji groaned and thunked his head on the table as everyone howled with laughter. Even Ishida and Chad chuckled.

"So just how long have you had the wool over our eyes?" Ichigo asked, genuinely curious. Renji was good to be able to hide something like that for so long.

"Well about a month after Rukia introduced him to us at Seireitei," Renji said sheepishly.

"What the fuck?" Shinji screeched. "How did I not notice this?"

"I honestly don't know. I was sure one of you would find out, especially you, Shinji," Renji commented as his phone rang. He blushed and held the device to his ear. "Hey," he answered.

"Oooooooo, that must be the man of the hour," Rukia said boisterously.

"He says not to be rude. OI! What kind of screensaver you got on your phone?" As he listened, Renji's face flushed again. "Why would you-"

"It's my phone to do as I please," a deep voice commented.

Byakuya stood under a nearby tree with his arms folded across his chest. Renji leaped to his feet so abruptly he banged his knee against the table.

"Jeez, Renji, calm down. Well, I'm gonna leave you guys to it, I've got another class soon. Congrats, bastard," Ichigo said hurriedly as he left the table.

He didn't mean to be rude, but he really was going to be late for his next class if he didn't get going. Ichigo felt a tug on his shirt and glanced over his shoulder to see Shinji standing with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.

"Are you running away, Ichigo? I never took you for a coward," Shinji seethed. Ichigo frowned.

"Would you stop it, Shinji! I really do have a class to get to, but you can stop by my place tonight. We can talk then," Ichigo stated, leaving no room for arguing.

"Fine," Shinji said and stalked off.

XOXOXOXO

"Ya need ta get laid. This is fucking ridiculous ya know?" Nnoitra exclaimed irritably.

Grimmjow scoffed and continued his workout. He didn't need Nnoitra telling him he needed to get laid. Hell, he already knew that. It had been a while.

"So? After Shiro gets his tattoo we're going out and yer gonna find a hot little body to keep ya company tonight. Yer fucking insufferable when yer sexually frustrated," Nnoitra continued to rant.

"Fine, whatever," Grimmjow said distractedly as he counted squat number seventy-five.

Grimmjow hadn't shared his bed with anyone recently because he just wasn't in the mood for whining women that always wanted more than what he was willing to offer, which was strictly a fuck and nothing more. He didn't need some harpy hanging onto him and nagging him...god, it pissed him off just thinking about it.

Nnoitra had been trying to convince Grimmjow to try men, but he was skeptical. For one thing, he didn't know what the fuck to do with a guy and he'd be damned if he let some guy shove his dick in his ass. Hell no. If it came to that, Grimmjow would be doing the shoving. He grinned at that thought as he dropped to the floor and began a series of one-armed pushups.

Another thing, he didn't know if he was attracted to men that way. Of course he'd thought of some as good-looking, but he'd never been physically attracted to one before. Grimmjow paused in his reps and frowned. Fuck, was he really thinking about being attracted to men? Shit.

If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he had felt a tiny, smidge of something when he first locked eyes with that Shiro kid, but it passed just as quickly as it had come. Grimmjow shook his head. However, the kid's personality drew him in. It was so similar to Grimmjow's except less rough around the edges.

Grimmjow stood and plopped onto the couch beside Nnoitra who glared at him and curled his lip in disgust.

"Ya stink!"

"My house," Grimmjow mumbled as he took a long pull from the bottle of water on the coffee table.

"Ya suck."

"You wish."

"Heh, not me. Maybe that pretty little orange-head," Nnoitra said and eyed Grimmjow from the corner of his eye. Grimmjow glowered at Nnoitra.

"The fuck you talking about?" He demanded. Nnoitra smirked.

"Ya don't even realize how ya were looking at him, do ya?"

"He's a good fighter," Grimmjow shrugged.

"Nice try but no. Ya looked like ya were undressin' him right there, and that was before his fight. Jus' admit ya like him. Might save us some time," Nnoitra scolded, then wrinkled his nose. "Get yer ass in the shower, Jaegerjaques!"

"Fuck you," Grimmjow growled but stalked off to the bathroom.

Could he be attracted to that orange-head?

XOXOXOXO

"Get the fuck outta here," Shinji breathed.

Ichigo heaved a sigh of relief and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. He'd explained everything to Shinji and felt infinitely better just getting it off of his chest. It was up to Shinji to believe him or not.

"Is this the first time this kind of thing has happened?" Shinji's eyes were wide and excited.

"So far that I know of, yeah. Last night and the night before. First it was the cuts on my arms and hands, now it's this," Ichigo said and lifted his t-shirt to show Shinji the bruises on his stomach.

"Holy shit, Ichigo, you've got a split personality!" Shinji cried.

He and Shinji were currently holed up in Ichigo's bedroom seated on the bed. Shinji had his legs crossed Indian-style and Ichigo sat with his back against the headboard, legs pulled up to his chest.

"Shinji, don't be stupid!" Ichigo snapped.

"Well, how else would you explain what's been happening these past two days? You don't remember being at Hueco Mundo, but I saw you! And you've already admitted that you were lying about being jumped on your way to the store! Ichigo, I think you should at least accept the possibility that you may have a dual personality," Shinji said way too happily.

Ichigo glared daggers at the bed. A dual personality? Was that why he hadn't remembered anything upon waking up in the morning? But why now? Ichigo was so confused and even more determined to get to the bottom of things. Tomorrow after class, he was going straight to Urahara.

Suddenly a loud crash sounded from the living room followed by a colorful curse. Ichigo looked at Shinji whose eyes were just as wide as his.

"What the fuck?" Ichigo breathed. There were now voices coming from the living room and Ichigo's heart was in his mouth.

Ichigo eased to his closet and dug around looking for the wooden souvenir baseball bat Karin had given him for his birthday a few years ago.

"Ah-hah!" He whispered upon retrieving the bat from the back of the closet and headed for the bedroom door, Shinji clinging to the back of his t-shirt.

They crept down the short hallway listening avidly to the voices coming from the living room. Ichigo could see the light spilling from the doorway.

"You think he'll mind?" a soft feminine voice asked.

"It's just a glass candy dish, Nel."

"I know that! I'm talking about just walking in here like this. You don't think he'll be upset?"

"Che, who cares?"

"Would the two of you please be quiet? I have a headache."

"Oh. My. God. Ichigo, that's Stark!" Shinji whispered frantically. Ichigo looked over his shoulder and frowned.

"Who the fuck is Stark and why the fuck is he in my house?" He whispered back. "Nevermind, I'll ask him myself!"

Ichigo was pissed. Who the hell did these people think they were waltzing in his house and breaking his shit? Ichigo rounded the corner into the living room holding the bat poised to swing, but he certainly wasn't prepared for the room full of people looking at him like he was crazy. A green-haired woman stepped forward with an eyebrow raised and a tentative smile.

"Hey, Shiro, we're here to see you get your tattoo, remember?" she chirped.

Ichigo frowned and shook his head. Did they break into the wrong house or something?

"Who the fuck are you people and why the fuck are you in my house? And who the fuck is Shiro?" Ichigo asked raising the bat a little higher. Everyone in the room just stared at Ichigo as if he'd grown a second head. The green-haired woman looked puzzled.

"What are you talking about? Shiro is you."
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