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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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Abirama held Shiro against his body, his chin resting on soft white hair. They were resting in Shiro's bed after a few sessions of love making. Kaien hadn't bothered to make the short walk next door to his brothers' apartment, and the Sexta was left to wait with the baby for Ichigo to wake up. Grimmjow had been correct in thinking that he and Shiro had always kept in touch, but when you love someone keeping in touch isn't always enough. Shiro had asked him to come back so many times it had bordered on begging and when Abirama had brought that to boy's attention, he had stopped asking. No one knew more than he how much of a monster Aizen really was, except maybe Stark, and he had to put that matter first; his honor demanded it. Taken from his slaughtered family, Stark and Grimmjow had become his brothers and Abirama would always put family before lovers. Which was ironic, since Grimmjow's little sister was being held captive and Abirama refused to tell him. He could tell no one, not even Shiro.
"You stayin' for good?"
Muscular golden-skinned arms wrapped tighter around that lithe white body. Abirama sighed deeply into Shiro's hair, before pulling back and meeting his eyes.
"I can make no promises, Shiro. All I know is that a storm is coming; I can't tell you the strength of it. I will help Grimmjow as well as I am able and hopefully he can convince Ichigo to as well."
Shiro rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
"It won't take much convincin'. Even though the Vizards are neutral, they've always been closer to the Espada than the Reapers. Besides, Ichigo still loves Grimmjow and he always will.

Grimmjow had long since gotten Pantera out of the car and he was now watching carefully as the boy played with her. So far he would mumble nonsense and pat her head or touch her nose. Then he would rub her tail. At first she would just wag it out of the way, but the kid thought of that as a game and would be all the more determined to catch it. Then he would pull it, she would give him a warning growl and a slit eyed glare. He would then drop it and run to Grimmjow, squeezing his leg and staring wide eyed at Pantera. A few minutes later, he would repeat the process. Grimmjow didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed, but some part of him encouraged him to tolerate the kid's behavior. Maybe it was the fact that he was Ichigo's kid.
Ichigo was the type of person who touched a persons' life in a meaningful way just because he touched that persons' life. Even after moving so far away, Grimmjow still couldn't get away from the orange haired man. Stark had always urged his little brother to go back to Karakura for a visit every July 15th and Grimmjow always shut himself in his room, smoking enough cigars to create a smog in his room and listening to angry music. In the end, he'd come to the conclusion that just because you wanted something, it didn't mean that you should have it. Sure he was the type to take what he wanted regardless of what others thought or felt, but that attitude dimmed in the face of Ichigo Kurosaki.
The boy was now curled up near the belly of the napping panther and Grimmjow almost let himself smile at the sight. It was odd. He never felt that way about brats before. At that thought, Ichigo began to shift and moan on the couch, hissing in pain when he put pressure on a sore spot. Brown eyes opened as far as they could, which was only a small slit, making Grimmjow's breath catch in his throat when their gazes met. Ichigo's mouth and face were too swollen for him to speak. He slid his hand into his pocket and grabbed his cell, holding it out towards Grimmjow in question.
"Had to change it so that fuck couldn't trace it." Grimmjow answered the silent question before giving him his current cell number.
Ichigo programmed it into his phone and immediately started with the txt messages.
'I heard about Starrk. You seem to be taking it well.', Grimmjow read.
He guessed it would seem that way to someone who hadn't seen the mess he had made of the fucking Reapers who had killed his brother. If they had, then they would have seen how insane it was making him.
"Nah, not here for that, Ichigo." He said, not wanting to dwell on how he had found Starrk. "Do you remember what happened to you?"
Ichigo clicked the buttons on his phone quickly and precisely like he had done it many times before. The Berry certainly hadn't been a txting freak when they'd been a couple. His phone buzzed in no time.
'I remember the pain and that it was the Espada. The rest before that is a blank.'
"Look, Ichigo, I need to know where we stand. We didn't part on good terms, yeah?"
'No, and I've hated you ever since you showed me your back that day...yet seeing you now, I can't even find it in myself to be angry.'
So. Maybe his Berry still felt for him as well. He couldn't let that shit go to his head though and fuck him up. Could be that all of it was wishfull thinking on his part, and besides, the Berry had a kid now with that bitch. He had the urge to say something emotional, to make a connection. He knew that he couldn't do it.
"I need you and the Vizards to stand with me against Aizen."
'What about the Reapers, Grimmjow? They're the ones who killed Starrk.'
"We'll kill any who get in the way. You don't have the manpower to take on two big gangs at once. It was Yammy and Nnoitra who attacked you, those disgusting fucks went too far."
'No cursing around Naka, you've done it twice now. And I'll back you against Aizen, he's a danger to my son if he had the balls to send Espada to attack me.'
Grimmjow glanced down again at the mention of the brat. He was still sleeping against Pantera, baby drool wetting her fur. It hurt so much to see living, breathing evidence that Ichigo had moved on so quickly. That little boy was a product of love, anyone with eyes could see that. Blue eyes met brown again and Grimmjow nodded in understanding. Ichigo was doing this for his son. Not for him.

Ichigo watched Grimmjow's eyes soften as they gazed at Naka. He wished so badly that he could tell him the truth, but he knew that nothing good would come of it and he'd only end up exposing himself and that was something he never wanted to do. What if Grimmjow thought he was disgusting and hated him if he told him the truth? He wouldn't be able to deal with that. It was hard enough telling Rukia and the rest of the Vizards, and they were practically family to him.
It hurt too much to think. The apartment door slammed open, startling Naka into a squeal and Pantera into a low growl. Ichigo wanted to see who it was, but couldn't move enough so he settled for looking at Grimmjow's reaction. Blue eyes glared, but he didn't move from his seated position. Naka surprisingly stood and ran to Grimmjow, climbing up his leg and into his lap. The look on the blue haired man's face made Ichigo want to laugh.
"I knew ya would be here!" No one but Shinji said as he slammed the door shut again. "Have you come crawlin' back to Ichi?"
"Shut the fuck up, little girl, before I break you."
Ichigo sighed. He just didn't know how he and the volatile Grimmjow had ever bonded. Shinji, being smarted than he looked, kept his mouth shut and walked over to Ichigo's side with a capped needle in his hand. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. His long blonde hair was in its ponytail and a fedora sat on top of his head. His mouth opened wide into gleaming white smile.
"Heard you were fucked up, Ichi. Zan sent me with this for your face." He motioned with the hand that held the needle. "After you take it, the swellin' will be gone by mornin'. And thank Kami! Naka shouldn't have to see that ugly face anymore!"
Shinji was as insensitive as ever, but that's why Ichigo loved him. Grimmjow was glaring even harder at the blondes back, so Ichigo motioned for Shinji to get it over with. Shinji uncapped the needle and stuck the pointy end right into his jaw, pressing the liquid down in seconds. Grimmjow stood quickly and knocked him away onto the floor.
"You stupid fuck." He yelled, Naka in still safe in his arms and clinging to his shoulders. "Did ya even make sure there was no fuckin' oxygen in that first?"
Shinji just laid out on the floor with an even wider grin on his face.
"Of course. Zan did that shit before he even gave it to me. Stop bein' such a girl, Grimmy."
Shiro came running out of the bedroom to see what all of the noise was just in time to catch Shinji's last statement. He shook his head and pointed at the door.
"Ya better go, Shin. Havin' a kid in his arms isn't going ta stop Grimmjow from killin' ya."
Shinji just chuckled as he stood and ran out of the apartment, his howls of laughter still audible. Grimmjow turned to look at Shiro and the white haired twin was struck into stillness. Seeing Grimmjow and Naka's face right next to eachother like that...all he could think was 'eerie'. Note to self: Do not let Grimmjow look into reflective objects while holding the kid.
"I'd almost forgot how crazy Ichigo's friends made me." Grimmjow mumbled as he sat back down, shifting Naka back into his lap. "What did I get myself into?"
His cell vibrated and he glanced down at the message.
'What was necessary.'
Blue eyes met brown right before they closed in slumber.
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