…hello again.

He wasn't angry. Quite the contrary.

Ichigo was actually sort of flattered. And anxious. But he couldn't let anyone else know that. While it may have been obvious to Renji and Tatsuki…and Rukia…okayandeveryoneelse, it wasn't obvious to Grimmjow. Hopefully. So, all was well. And Ichigo had the perfect plan to get back at him. Now all that he needed to worry about was who was going to help him pull this off.

It could totally work.

"…you can't be serious."

"Please? I need you to do this for me."

"No."

"But Shuuhei-!"

"I said no. You've lost your mind if you honestly think that this plan of yours will work."

Ichigo gave his best puppies eyes. "Why? You're attractive, and you're a brilliant hacker, he'd have to be jealous!"

The man with the sixty-nine on his face gave the other an exasperated glare. "Ichigo, you seem to be forgetting one little issue."

The redhead raised a brow. "And that would be?"

"Kensei."

Ichigo deflated. "Yeah, was hoping you'd be able to convince him to let you help me. I mean, we've been best friends since grade school! Please?"

The dark haired man shook his head again. "I'm pretty sure he won't say yes."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I used the same method with Matsumoto and it drove him crazy. He said whoever invented that method of torture was a special kind of person who probably died in a very special way." Shuuhei chuckled at the memory before turning back to his computer. "And besides, don't you see similarities between us two and you and Grimmjow?"

"Please. Kensei is a lot smarter than Grimmjow," Ichigo snorted.

The older of the two raised and eyebrow at this. "And probably a better agent."

"Yeah…probably…"

"And hotter-

"HOLD ON THERE," Ichigo said, putting his hands up in a cross shape. "Time out, I know what you're doing, stop it."

Shuuhei gave Ichigo a curious look. "Stop trying to bait you or stop being right?"

"Hey, we all have our preferences. I like hot, psychotic beasts and you like…"

He glared at him flatly. "What? Older hot, psychotic beasts?"

Ichigo laughed at that. It was true; Kensei and Grimmjow were very alike. Doesn't help that Kensei taught Grimmjow a lot of what he knows about the Organization. "Yeah, well, Kensei's alright, I guess."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what he does to me when we-

"AH AH LALALA, not listening. So you're not going to help me?"

"No. But I know the perfect person to help you-

"If you say Kenpachi, I'll kill you."

"-and now I know an even better person to help you," Shuuhei finished, giving a sheepish look. "But you'll have to be careful."

Ichigo gave a worried look. "Why?"

"Pretty sure this person sorta digs you, Ichi."

"Is that right? …it's not Renji is it?"

"…I wasn't aware Renji dug you."

The redhead snorted. "Of course he does. I think that's why he such a hard time asking Rukia out."

"…because of you?"

"Yep."

Shuuhei stifled a laugh and turned back to his laptop. "Well, anyway, just go. I have things to do."

"You mean uploading naughty pictures of yourself to Kensei's work laptop."

"He must get bored sitting in that police station all day," the olive eyed man sighed dramatically. "Someone has to be kind enough to keep him entertained."

"You're such a little freak."

"So are you. Heard about that incident with Grimm and the shower."

Ichigo blushed. "Clearly I didn't shake Urahara hard enough."

"But Ichigo, you and I have been best friends since grade school!" Shuuhei mocked. "I already knew you were a freak! Remember that time with Shinji-

"And I'm leaving," Ichigo said finally, turning to the door. He ignored the other's laughter, instead asking a question. "And just who am I suppose to ask?"

"…you…are dead."

"You know, I think we should coin that as your new catchphrase or somethi-hey! Put that gun away! I'm unarmed!"

"Makes you that much easier to kill," Ichigo spat, words seemingly dripping with venom.

"Now, now, Ichi, we both know you could never beat Shuuhei in a death match. This is the one and only Kazeshini, after all."

"We agreed never to discuss that again."

"I lied."

Ichigo sighed, putting his weapon away-for the time being, anyway. He watched as Shuuhei glared at the other man in the room. Said man simply grinned back stupidly. "And this is the best you could come up with, Shuu?"

The brunette turned to him. "Well, no, there are quite a few agents who have a thing for you, Ichigo. I figured we could save the crazy ones for last."

The redhead gave a slightly scared look. "And Kaien's not crazy?"

The blue eyed man in question frowned, although it somehow still looked like a smile. "Hey now, my feeling's are hurt."

The other two gave him looks that clearly said 'who gives a fuck' before turning back to each other.

"Anyone else would have been fine. You would have been fine," Ichigo sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"I told I can't do it. Besides, Kaien likes you."

"I don't want to do this with someone who likes me; that'd be mean!"

"And making Grimmjow red with raging jealousy to the point where he may or may not kill someone and screw you through the floor isn't?" Shuuhei asked pointedly.

Ichigo blushed at the words. "Well, maybe for him…"

Kaien whistled loudly. "Someone's got it bad. I'll help you, Ichi-chan~! As your unofficial knight in shining armor, I promise to be there for you in your time of need!" He leapt over to where Ichigo was and swept him up in his arms, ignoring indignant calls of 'put me the fuck down!'. "You're so cute to want to make Kitty-chan jealous! I shall-," at this Ichigo punched him in the face. "Do my-," then in the chest. "Best!"

Ichigo reached around the other's neck, grabbing and yanking hard, flipping his own position and throwing the taller of the two to the floor. Hard. "Sorry, but I think I'll have to choose someone else. Besides, it's like looking in the mirror or something…"

Shuuhei perked up at that. "You don't remember that time when you and I got lost in the haunted house back in middle school and you wanted to try it?"

Ichigo sputtered. "Can you NOT spread my business all around the world?" he exclaimed.

"Aww…you didn't attack him…" Kaien said sadly from his spot on the floor, though the blood gushing from his broken nose skewed the words a bit.

They spared a glance at him before returning to the conversation. Well, Shuuhei did anyway. "Wasn't that your first time?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Aww, someone's already popped the strawberry? Can't say I blame you, countries could war over that ass."

Ichigo whirled around to see Grimmjow coming and taking a seat. "Uh, hey, Grimm…isn't today your day off?"

"If by day off you mean 'the time period in which Urahara recovers from your hellish attack on his person' then yes. It's my day off." Grimmjow grinned at the look on Ichigo's face at the memory. "Says he won't forgive you until you come kiss it better."

There was a pause before Shuuhei snapped his fingers. "Hey-

"NO," Ichigo said, putting a hand up in Shuuhei's direction while he rubbed his eyebrows with the other.

The dark haired man looked decidedly put out. "Well, damn…"

"What's going on in here, anyway?" the blue haired man looked around. "And…what is that piece of shit doing here?"

Ichigo looked at Kaien before remembering that the two of them don't get along very well. "Uh…he's just…here."

"He bothering you?"

"…if he was, he certainly isn't anymore." Ichigo made a mental note to quit beating people unconscious.

"Good."

"So, what brings you here, Grimmjow?" Shuuhei asked, pausing in taking out his laptop to answer his beeping phone. He opened it and nearly dropped his computer, laughing hard.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "What's with-

"Don't ask," Ichigo said, sitting down next to him. He didn't dare look the other in the eye, what if the other day was just his way of teasing the other?

If it was, Grimmjow was really good at teasing Ichigo.

The redhead mentally slapped himself and told his useless mind to shut the hell up before any other scenes of the pornographic kind entered his mind. "So what are you doing here, Grimm?"

The blue haired man smirked. "Hiding."

"From?"

"GRIMMJOW YA SONOFABITCH! I'M GOING TO GUT YA AND USE YER INNARDS AS A JUMPROPE!"

Ichigo shook his head. "What did you do to him?"

"I may have sold his all his underwear to his fangirls. I may not have."

Ichigo shook his head. Everyone in the Organization had an actual job outside of this place, and if Ichigo remembered correctly-and he did-one of them was a famous rock star.

As if on cue, Shirosaki slammed the double doors open and marched over to the table, simply kicking a possibly dead Kaien out the way. "YOU," he said, gold and black eyes narrowed in pure rage. "'RE A VERY DEAD CAT, YOU FUCKIN BASTARD."

Grimmjow frowned. "You know, last I checked, I was still kickin', so why does everyone keep sayin' that shit?"

Ichigo snorted. "Cause it's true. Only thing keeping you alive is your thirst for blood."

Grimmjow gave a shit-eating grin. "Survival of the fittest, Ichi-baby."

"DON'T IGNORE ME, DAMMIT," Shiro said, flinging himself in a chair beside Ichigo, pouting. "I'll have ya know I liked those black silk boxers ya sistah gave me."

Grimmjow blinked before covering his eyes. "AHH, you fucking fucker, I don't need the images, shut the fuck up."

"I look good, an' ya know it."

Ichigo shook his head before idly looking around. He spotted Shuuhei looking at him urgently. 'What?' he said mentally, giving the other a confused look. The brunette nodded his head vaguely in a direction near Ichigo. The redhead, wondering what the hell his friend meant, glanced around discreetly. 'What?' his eyes asked again. Shuuhei looked to the top of the ceiling in frustration and mouthed the word 'dumbass' before making a dismissive motion toward Ichigo, his eyes falling on what he was gesturing at. Ichigo followed his line of sight before landing on…

Hot dog. Mission accomplished.

Ichigo slowly nodded his head in realization before smirking at Shuuhei, who simply shook his head with a smile. His phone went off again and he put a hand to his mouth to stifle what would have been a loud guffaw. Ichigo raised an eyebrow before deciding that the sexting between Shuuhei and his boyfriend wasn't as important-albeit funny-as the task at hand. He turned back to pretend to listen to whatever the blue and white haired demons at the table were bickering about.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Snowflake, I'll be there. And no, I'm not being your bodyguard, so don't ask."

"Fuck you, ya bastard. As if I need a guard. I just wan' ya t' keep th' fangirls away." At this Shirosaki leaned back and put his feet up on the table and sighed. "Damn bitches last time stole my socks. I swear I still had mah shoes on, too."

Ichigo giggled at this before shifting in his chair to lean on the white haired man. "Serves you right for being a big celebrity. No one told you to go pick the most invasive job on the planet."

Shiro ruffled Ichigo's hair. "You love mah music last I checked. And yer coming too, right? Can't do a concert without mah lucky charm."

Ichigo smiled. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."

"Good."

Ichigo chanced a glance over at Grimmjow and smirked internally when he saw a frown on that face.

"You are going to kill that man."

Ichigo ignored the other in favor of looking at himself in the mirror.

"Forget Grimmjow, I'm not sure if you've noticed Ichigo, but you're kinda hot."

"Yeah…?"

"You could have any guy you wanted. Or girl. Or dog. You could take your pick."

"So could you Shuuhei. And you still chose that old bastard."

"He-he's only ten years older! And this isn't about me, dammit."

"Mmh…"

Shuuhei sighed, realizing the redhead just wasn't listening. "I guess I mean, why do you want Grimmjow?"

Ichigo spun around. "I don't want him. I just want to get back at him for teasing me."

The olive eyed man gave him a look. "And you're going to that…by looking completely sexy and available to not only him but Shiro and every girl and guy there? I'm sorry, who exactly are you getting back at here?"

The orange haired man scowled and turned back to the mirror. "Do I look good or not?"

"I'd tap that."

The two turned to se Kensei walk through the door with a newspaper in hand. He leaned down to give Shuuhei a kiss before going over to Ichigo and hitting with the rolled up paper. "If you weren't such an idiot that is."

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Shuu told me what you're doing. You're horrible. Do you know what that does to a guy?" the white haired man asked, sitting beside his lover with a frown. "And let's face it; Jack's not exactly the kind of guy to let that go."

Ichigo sighed dramatically. "All I want to do is tease him. So he can do it to me, but not the other way around? I don't think so, dammit." He turned and adjusted his orange tie. "This partnership is supposed to be about making each other better, not-

"Making each other wet?" Shuuhei and Kensei asked at once.

The redhead blushed. "Assholes." Ichigo examined himself in the mirror. He was sporting a black, short-sleeved dress shirt with orange stripes along the sleeves and collar, tight black dress pants with a large black belt, as well as an orange patterned belt with orange suspenders attached hanging loosely around his hips, and black combat boots with orange strings. A black gun holster-disguised as a cellphone case-and orange gloves completed his look. He ran a hand through his hair. "Sweet. Shuuhei we should get going."

Shuuhei was simply wearing a red shirt with a white hoodie, black jeans with a large red belt and white sneakers. "Yeah."

Ichigo gave him a look. "You could try harder."

The dark haired man gave him a look. "For what? I already have a boyfriend." At that Kensei smacked his butt. "And he doesn't have a problem with my outfit."

"Long as I get to take it off later. Those pictures did nothing but ensure that you're not leaving this room for a while when you get back."

"Eww. Stop that." Ichigo grabbed his gun and left the room.

"Don't worry Ichigo, Grimmjow will definitely be bending you over after this." Kensei called.

The sound of Ichigo tripping down the stairs was heard.

"Damn, someone looks good."

Ichigo smiled to himself as arms circled around his waist form behind. "Yeah, well, someone sounded even better. Honestly, where do you get all that air, Shiro?"

The white haired man smirked. "Ya'd like to know, wouldn't ya?"

"Hmm…Shiro?" the redhead began carefully. "Do you…do you think I like Grimmjow?"

The rock star gave him a funny look. "I hope not."

"Shiro."

"Why're ya askin' me? Shouldn't tha' be a question ya ask yerself?"

"Just answer, dammit!"

"…ya certainly act like ya do. Why?"

"Well…don't get mad, but I'm sorta using you-

"T' make 'im jealous? Yeah, I know."

Ichigo gave sheepish look. "Sorry…I just wanted to tease him, but everyone keeps saying that he's going to jump me if I do this, and-

"Ya don't know if yer ready fer that."

"Will you stop that?"

"Just listen t' yer heart, Ichi. 'S what ya always tell me." There was a sound from Shirosaki's cellphone indicating that he should get back onstage. "Gotta go. Just be careful, kay?"

Ichigo nodded. "I will."

"And if that fucker breaks yer heart, lemme know so I's can rip that piercing he thinks no one knows he has right out his cock."

Ichigo gave the other a smile. "Thank you Shiro. I appreciate it."

They stood there a second looking at each other before Shiro spoke. "…and just how d' you know 'bout that piercing, Ichi?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

The redhead blushed. "I accidentally walked in on him while he was in the shower. Dumbass didn't pull the curtain to…" he mumbled.

"…d'ya know how long ya'd have to be starin' to notice he has a-

"Oh, look, the stage director, time for you to go, ya famous bastard," Ichigo cut across him, spinning Shiro around and pushing him forward. The other laughed as he walked away while Ichigo shook his head.

"Well, there goes that plan…" Ichigo looked around, putting a hand to his hip and rubbing his hair.

"What plan?"

The redhead whirled around at the voice. He was about to reprimand the other for sneaking up on him but the words died in his throat. Grimmjow was wearing a simple black graphic tank top with a black sleeveless, gold studded jacket and matching skull belt, some brown cargo pants and black combat boots. Nothing too unusual.

Grimmjow simply blinked at the other. "What the hell's your problem, yo?"

"Uh…n-nothing." Ichigo kicked himself mentally. 'Good job Ichigo.'

"…oooookay." They looked at each other for a moment.

"You look good."

"Hm?" Ichigo was too busy staring at Grimmjow's exposed biceps to pay attention. Sleeveless jackets were God's gift to man at this very moment.

"…my eyes are up here, Ichigo."

"What now?" the redhead asked as is snapped from a trance. When Grimmjow laughed, he frowned. "What?"

"Most people repay a compliment with one of their own, dumbass. I know I'm sexy, but damn. Now I know how Bitch-tits Numbers One, Two, Three and Four feel."

"You skipped one."

"…you can't really count Isane though. She's taller than me."

"Hm…"

The blue haired man shook his head at the other. "Can you stop staring for like five minutes? I'm tryin' to fuckin talk to you."

"…what?" Ichigo asked, his eyes snapping back up at Grimmjow's.

"…you don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"Hello Minnesota!" Shiro screamed into his microphone. At the silence he blinked. "Oh wait," he said, taking out his phone. He fooled with it for a few moments before putting it away. "My bad. Wrong place. Sorry, I'm high 's fuck right now."

The crowd laughed a little. Ichigo shook his head, wondering how Shirosaki is even capable of showering without drowning.

"Dipshit." Apparently Grimmjow agreed with him.

"At least his music's good."

"You like his music?"

"Yeah. Most times. Why, you don't?" Ichigo asked, looking over at his partner.

"Nah, it's okay. There's just something else I'd prefer to listen to."

The redhead raised a brow. "Such as?"

Grimmjow leaned over and whispered in Ichigo's ear. "Your voice."

Ichigo bit back a moan and gently pushed the other way. "See? That's what I'm talking about! Will you stop teasing me, dammit?"

"…you realize 'teasing' implies that there's more to come, right?"

"You know what I mean!"

"I know what you said. The tongue is often more honest under duress," the blue haired man quoted. "And your tongue's looking pretty shy right now…"

"Shut up!"

"Say something else."

"Grimmjow, I'm serious!" Ichigo vaguely registered music from the other side of the curtain. "Could you at least wait to be a douche until after Shiro's show? He said he'd quiz me afterwards!"

"Then pay attention to the music," Grimmjow said simply, taking that moment to grab Ichigo's tie and yank him forward.

Ichigo was about to protest loudly when he felt that warmth from before around his ear. "Grimmjow," he gasped softly.

"Rather listen to that any day," Grimmjow said in response, one hand moving to Ichigo's hip and the other on his cheek.

I'll be your savior, your passionless Christ

I'll be the one to give you naughty advice

Hey pretty baby, why don't you come in

There's always room for angels in my den of sin

I'm your savior

I won't be tonight

I'm your savior

Your suffering's fine

I'm your savior

I'm out of my mind

I'm your savior

I'm just getting a little bit closer to hell all the time

The sound of Shirosaki's voice floated through the air, a rather fitting melody, but Ichigo was too busy trying to pry Grimmjow off his neck. "Wait-wait please, hang on a sec-Grimmjow."

"What?" the other whined, licking a trail up from Ichigo's jugular to his ear.

"Ngh…can we at least wait until we're somewhere private?"

"We're at a concert. How many fuckers you wanna bet are makin' out right now?"

"I meant…you can't really hear me over the music…"

Grimmjow paused and pulled back. "…you really wanna continue this elsewhere?"

Ichigo blushed. "Maybe…"

"…no take backs."

"Wha-," but Ichigo was cut off, the air stolen from his lungs as Grimmjow swooped him up in his arms and kissed him hard. "I said wait until we-

"This is what you get for trying to tease me. Please don't do that ever again." He ignored the way Ichigo kicked his legs at him.

"Put me down you bastard!" Upon realizing Grimmjow's words, he smirked evilly. "Knew I shoulda gotten Aizen to help me."

Grimmjow nearly dropped him at that. "You…are going to be physically incapable of sitting without flinching for the next week."

Ichigo smirk immediately dropped. "What?"

This curse you gave me is weighing me down
I keep on falling without making a sound
Hey pretty baby, I want to be clear
A thousand angels but not one is here.

…okay maybe this will be a chapter story. Just don't expect me to update too quickly. I'm not sure in the lyrics are correct, but the song is 'Savior' by Anchored. Forgive me if they're wrong. Um…bye.