Authoress Drabble~!

Me again! So...I'm sure you noticed that i deleted some old, moldy fics. I did it because I had lost the muse for them and they were written spur of the moment...and I suck at crossovers. *chuckle* Anyways, here's the next chapter! Enjoy it~!

Chapter 6

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo fussed around the kitchen, trying hard to keep his little mind busy. Poor kid...he freaked out when I had carried Shiro back...He thought and looked at the bed. The pale young man was breathing raggedly, his forehead covered in sweat and his fingers twitched. He must be in pain...what was in that shit?! He thought angrily. He's suffering and his little brother...

"Umm...Gwimmjow? You think Shiwo will wake up soon?" He turned to see Ichigo holding a bowl of hot soup. "Mama always said that when you're sick, you should eat soup...he's sick so...I wanna give him this."

"That's real kind of you squirt." Grimmjow rubbed his spiky hair. "Hey, don't you have practice today?"

"Y-Yeah but...Shiwo..." He gazed at the room and Grimmjow sighed. "Shiwo?" Grimmjow turned and saw Shiro struggling to walk, panting heavily. He was shirtless, countless scars marred his skin. He had simple black sweat pants and a blanket covered his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing up? Get in bed!" Grimmjow said.

"No...if...if I don't work...if I...can't then...then Ichigo..." Ichigo gasped as Shiro reached for him, gold eyes hazy with fever. "They...will take...ngh..." Shiro's eyes rolled and Grimmjow caught him with ease.

"Ichigo, get a wet cloth right now." Ichigo nodded and Grimmjow lifted him tenderly into his arms. You look so sick...but...is it bad for saying you also look beautiful? He thought. Teal eyes widened when gold opened weakly and he gave a tiny, weak smile.

"F...finally...you...you see...me..." He coughed and passed back out, his hand resting against Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow slipped him back into bed as Ichigo ran in.

"Please...take care of Shiwo...I wanna do something." He said and ran out of the apartment, ignoring Grimmjow's calls.

"Hello?! Mr. Ishida!" Ichigo knocked anxiously on the door of a small, yet clean house. "Please open! I need your help!" A man opened the door, glasses framing a middle aged face.

"Young Ichigo? Why are you here?"

"My bwothew...he's really sick..." He clung to the man's white coat. "Please...help him...he...he's so sick and...I'm scared..." A young boy with glasses and long black hair peeked out from behind the man. "Uryu!"

"Ichi? You're...you're ok?" Uryu ran out and hugged him closely. "I...I heard about the accident and...and I was worried..."

"I'm ok...but my bwothew..." He looked to Uryu's father again. "Sir...please..."

"Take me there ok?" Ichigo lead the two there just as Grimmjow ran out, panting.

"Ichigo don't run off like that please." He said. "Who is this?"

"This is Dr. Ishida! He can help Shiwo!" He smiled. Grimmjow lifted Ichigo up and the little boy squirmed a bit, but stopped.

"Show me where he is." Grimmjow nodded and led Ryuken there, showing him Shiro's room. Shiro was panting heavily, gasping for air. "Tell me what happened." He said as he put his bag down and began to examine him. Grimmjow explained as Uryu tried to get Ichigo to play with some toy cars. "I see...that chocolate was poisoned for sure, but it's just made him incredibly ill...however..." He looked to Grimmjow. "The amount of it inside him could have killed him if young Ichigo hadn't gotten me in time."

"Wh...what?" He whispered. Someone at school...tried to kill him?! He felt a sudden anger rise inside him. I am going to find out...for his and Ichigo's sakes. He decided, his hands balling into fists.

Going to school after having dropped Ichigo off at elementary, Grimmjow was ready for blood. He's trying so hard for his baby brother...he tried getting up again but collapsed immedietly... He frowned as he thought about the sickly albino. He looked around and saw a young man with blonde hair chatting with Nnoitora.

"So I heard he's ill." Nnoitora shrugged. "Ah well, he shouldn't be here anyways." He walked away and Grimmjow walked behind Tesla.

"Well he sure seems pleased...what did you do, give him a blow job?" Grimmjow said.

"Not today...he is happy because Shirosaki is very ill." Tesla said.

"Now...Tesla...how did you know he's very sick, and not just off for the day?" Tesla paled and Grimmjow grabbed his arm. "Come with me and I promise not to beat you shitless." Tesla followed unwillingly as they entered the empty men's restroom. Grimmjow pinned him to the wall, blue eyes sharp and angry. "Spill. What the fuck happened to Shirosaki?"

"You don't frighten me you brute!" Tesla struggled against the hold on his neck. Grimmjow grinned wickedly.

"Maybe not...I can still beat you shitless and my parents would cover for me...now choose: a beating or the truth?"

Shiro felt groggy as he sat up, trying to get comfortable. "Ngh...my head..."

"You feeling better?" He turned and was surprised to see Grimmjow still there, albeit with bruises on his knuckles and face. He reached a hand out and touched one softly, Grimmjow flinching a bit. "Ow..."

"D-did you...get into a fight?" He asked, voice scratchy from little use and sickness.

"A little yeah...found the fucker that poisoned those chocolates." He grumbled. "Don't worry any about it ok?"

"Of-of course I-I'd worry..." Shiro whispered, gold eyes tired and full of sadness. "Y-you got hurt be...because of me." He looked down and took his hand from Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow felt a little dissapointed by the loss of touch, although why he did he couldn't figure out. "Wh-who did it?"

"Nnoitora and his little fuck toy Tesla." Grimmjow said. "Ichigo's at school still and I decided to go home early after reporting what happened to the teachers and cops. The hospital will provide you with medicine and it's free of charge so I hope you remember to take it."

"Th-thank you." He gave off a small smile that had tiny butterflies flitting around Grimmjow's stomach. "So...how is work?"

"I've been calling off for the both of us and Kisuke okay'd it, so don't worry." He said, petting Shiro's forehead. "Fever's down, but-" His cellphone rang and he picked it up. "Yeah babe? Yes I'm with Shirosaki...he's my friend and I got worried...I'll be over soon ok?" He turned and noticed Shiro's slightly crerstfallen face, making his gut churn. "Hey I gotta go so..."

"You...you really see me as a friend?" He asked.

"Of course. So if you need anything, my number's on the dresser. The teacher said he'd bring Ichigo home so enjoy the peace and quiet." He patted his head and left the apartment. His mind wandered a bit as he walked down the street. Why did he seem so upset? Was it because I got in that fight? Or...could it be my girlfriend? Nah...he's just a friend, there's no way he sees me that way...right? He saw Tesla walking past and looked at him. "What'd you doing wandering around?"

"Nnoitora never told me exactly what he did...I thought it would just give him an upset stomach...not..." He frowned. "I came to apologize and maybe patch things up between the two of us...I used to be friends with Shiro." He explained.

"Friends don't ditch other friends." Grimmjow growled. A thought than occured to him. "Besides, why would Shiro eat chocolate from you if he knew you abandoned him?"

"Because they weren't 'from' me...they were from you."

Chapter 6 end

I know not too much Ichi but hey! This was for Grimm and Shiro this time. :D Review please?