A/N: I feel bad. Let's just say that. Read and review please. Be sure to read AN at bottom please.

Grimmjow stared up at the building and he was tempted to snarl in disgust. He had managed to skip out on Aizen for a total of three and a half weeks, but that man was persistent. Calls, texts, people arriving at his home to drag him, the man wouldn't stop. Grimmjow walked into the building with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, by passing the overly merry secretary and over to the elevators. He had a slight idea about how this meeting would go and he was not looking forward to what this man had to say to him.

As he rode the elevator he leaned against one of the corners so he could hopefully not get too sick riding up the metal monster. His thoughts were a hurricane in his skull. He didn't want anything to do with this organization anymore; it was more trouble than it was worth. The doors dinged and opened slowly and he dashed out of the machine and walked up to the snow white doors that held the awaiting man. He stripped off his shirt and approached the camera currently asking for his tattoo recognition. He turned his back to the camera and scowled slightly. Curse his choice for his tattoo placement.

"Permission granted. Welcome Sexta Espada." The robotic voice said and Grimmjow turned around swiftly and entered the meeting room with a glare on his face.

"Ah, so nice of you to join me Grimmjow." Aizen's voice reached Grimmjow's ears and he held back a growl.

"What the fuck do you want Aizen?" Grimmjow threw himself into the closest to him yet furthest seat away from Aizen and he slipped his shirt back angrily as Aizen was spinning his chair around so he could eye the blue haired Espada.

Aizen chuckled once, "Temper, temper Grimmjow." He shook his finger once and Grimmjow gave Aizen the best death glare he could muster. "Anyway, the reason I called for you is that I had received word from one of my more trustworthy Espada that you were intending to leave the group." Aizen said plainly and Grimmjow folded his hands on the table.

"Oh look, you found out my secret," Grimmjow spoke sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "Was it Nnoi? I swear I'll beat the shit outta that tall bastard." Grimmjow folded his arms and Aizen shook his head.

"No, it wasn't Nnoitora, but I won't tell who. Can't have my Espada fighting with each other." Aizen scratched his chin lightly and Grimmjow rolled his eyes. Little late for that, all of us are sick of each other you stupid bastard. Grimmjow thought to himself as he shifted in his chair.

"And so what if I was, hm? You could replace me in a millisecond and not give two shits about it. We're just things, objects to you." Grimmjow squinted his eyes slightly to seem menacing and he watched Aizen lift a brow.

"On the contrary Grimmjow, I'd be losing a precious part of my organization." Aizen stood from his seat and slowly started towards Grimmjow. Grimmjow stared ahead of him and refused to give Aizen any type of eye contact. "See I need you Grimmjow. Your strength, your intimidation, your crude attitude." Grimmjow flicked his eyes over to Aizen before returning his gaze straight ahead of him.

"I'll tell you a little secret." Aizen continued putting a single finger to his lips, "Very very soon. There's going to be an all-out war against Las Noches and the Gotei. Now I won't tell you when, but I'll guarantee that it will be soon." Aizen turned his back to Grimmjow and Grimmjow bounced his leg under the table a little. He knew there was going to be a war soon. With all the stuff going on with the Gotei it was only expected. Grimmjow was actually kind of happy he was a higher up in Las Noches. It meant that he usually wouldn't be the one to cause trouble with other groups unless told to do so by the bastard speaking with him right now. Something did tell him though that there was a catch to this war thing.

"And what if I refuse to fight in this war? Maybe this is getting' to be a little much for me? I am a high school student. A senior at that. I should be focusing on bigger and better things. What would I really get out of fighting this?" Grimmjow said with a dab of sarcasm and Aizen disregarded that.

"More power over all, and of course you'd finish high school. Can't have high school drop outs either." Aizen shook one finger at Grimmjow, " Also," Aizen started before he pulled a small dagger from somewhere on his body and he held it up to Grimmjow's neck, "You will die by the hands of me if you refuse." He said in a dark tone and Grimmjow tried moving his head backwards to get away from the blade currently on his neck but Aizen had a strong grip on the back of his head. He felt a small amount of blood dribble down his neck.

"You mother fucking bastard." Grimmjow said in a whispered tone, still struggling to get his neck out of the path of the potentially fatal blade.

"Do you finally understand, Sexta?" Aizen pushed the blade in deeper before releasing him. Grimmjow shot up from the chair and turned his back to Aizen.

"Yes," Grimmjow went for the door and grabbed the handle to leave the room, "but you better mark these words. When this whole thing is over, I'm leaving. For good, even if I have to kill you." Grimmjow growled as he opened the door fiercely before stomping out and slamming it loudly. He walked swiftly to the elevators and held a hand to his neck to feel how bad the cut was. It was a little deep and he would have to have a bandage on it most of the time, but for now he'd be okay.

When the elevator doors dinged open he walked in frowning just as a smiling Szayel walked out, "My my Grimmjow, that's a nasty cut." He said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Fuck you." He stated simply as he entered the elevator and pushed the button to close the doors so he wouldn't have to see Szayel's face any longer.

Once the elevator was on the ground floor he rushed out and onto the streets of Karakura. He took all she short cuts he knew to get to his home and once there he opened the door slightly to see if anyone was home.

"Mom?" He called out and got no reply. Hoping that there really was no one here. His mom's car wasn't there but that didn't mean she couldn't be there. He entered his house and shut the door behind him. He headed for the stairs, but as he was about the climb the first one, a tall figure appreared from no where and up behind him.

"Whatta doin' callin out fer yer mommie?" Nnoitora said directly into Grimmjow's ear and Grimmjow jumped.

"Holy fuck Nnoi!" He put his bloodied hand on his chest to slow his racing heart and Nnoitora laughed.

"Jeez Grimm, try not to die on me." Nnoitora said before noticing the blood on his neck and the now smeared blood on his shirt. His visible eye widened a little, "For serious Grimm, don't go dyin' on me." Nnoitora bent down to look at the cut on Grimmjow's neck and blinked once. "What the fuck did'ja do to get that?" He asked before Grimmjow turned around and started up the stairs to his bathroom.

"It's called punk-ass Aizen found out 'bout me wantin' to leave so he gave me a fair warning on why I shouldn't." Grimmjow rummaged around his bathroom looking for wound cleaning substances and bandages.

"Well ain't that a bitch." Nnoitora said stepping up the stairs skipping two at a time.

"You're tellin' me." Grimmjow had found all the items he needed to clean his cut and he gathered them around his bathroom sink. He opened the bottle of peroxide and poured some onto a small cloth and he patted his wound with it, "I hate him so much, even before he did this to me." He sighed as he sat the now bloodied cloth on the side of the sink.

"I'm sure everyone does. All he does is tell us to basically do kill ourselves on every mission we get." Nnoitora leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

"Don't even get me started on that. Did you know there's a war comin' up?" Grimmjow asked and he placed the bandage over the cut and he pressed down lightly so it would stick to his skin.

"I do now." He said scratching the back of his head lightly, "I kinda figured though, all this shit goin' down with Gotei I was half expectin' it." Nnoitora shoved his hand into his pocket. "All I can say is good luck. You know, with the Aizen thing."

Grimmjow snickered and shook his head, "Thanks, I'll need it."

"Go."

"No."

"Come with me."

"No shot."

"Please?"

"I don't want to."

"I'll beg."

"Shinji I—"

"I will!"

"I don't care! I'm not going!" Ichigo yelled at the over excited blond and he tried to get back into the book he was reading. Shinji had been trying for days to get Ichigo to go to the end of school party he was throwing at a club and Ichigo had flat out refused each and every time he would ask.

"Come on Ichi. This will be like, the last time everyone will be together for something like this!" Shinji continued, snagging the book from Ichigo's hands and throwing it behind himself.

"I was reading that." Ichigo said through clenched teeth.

"Well now you aren't! Come on. Get that big 'ol stick outta yer butt and go!"

"Fine! Okay? I'll Go! Goddamn Shinji you are such a nuisance when you don't get what you want."

"I sure am. Now be sure to not be late." Shinji turned on a heel and went to the door. "I'll see you then. Buh bai Ichi!" Shinji left, slamming the door behind him leaving a deeply sighing Ichigo.

"Little fucker made me lose my spot."

"So there's a little fling Shin's throwin' later this week and he wants ya to come." Nnoitora said off handedly as he and Grimmjow were watching t.v. in grimmjow's house.

"Why exactly? It's not like I talk to him on a daily basis." Grimmjow threw an arm over the back of the couch he was sitting on.

"I don't know, some sort of grad party. All I know is he wanted me to pass along the info to you."Nnoitora turned his attention to the flashing t.v.

"Well what day is it? I might come, but there's still a chance that I won't."

"I'm just tellin' ya what he told me, up to you if ya wanna get off yer ass and go." Nnoitora pursed his lips as he too looked to the Tv

"I'll think about it."

The awaited party day came and Grimmjow stood outside of the club where his friends supposedly were. He felt his eye twitch and he ground his teeth. "Goddamn these stupid clubs." His hands were in fists and at his sides. He was very tempted to just turn around and walk home, clubs were not his forte. He'd rather just sit at home, but he had walked across town to get to the place. Fuckin' long distance.

He walked in to the place and he ran a hand through his hair as he turned his head to atleast look for someone he knew within the mass of dancing bodies or the tables to the side. "Yo! Grimm!" Grimmjow raised his head to look around and he was thankful that he saw Nnoitora waving him over to a far table.

"Hey." He stated simply as he approached the table and he slid into the seat across from the tall black haired man.

"I thought you weren't comin'." Nnoitora stated as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it to his lips. "You ain't inta shit like this." Nnoitora lit the cigarette and took a drag before waving his hand around to make his point.

"You got that right. I hate big clubs like this, but you do too so why're you here?"

Nnoitora pointed over to the blond currently shaking his ass for a group of people on the dance floor.

"He said he wanted to come here so I brought him." Nnoi shrugged and Grimmjow snickered.

"He's got you whipped." Grimmjow shook his head lightly and Nnoitora flipped him the bird.

"Hahaha, piss off fucktard." He took another drag from his cigarette, "So why'd you come anyway?"

"I don't even know." Grimmjow bit the inside of his lip and looked towards the dance floor. Telling himself he wasn't looking for orange but he got a little excited when he saw some.

"Oh, I know why." Nnoi said snickering and Grimmjow shook his head.

"No you don't, dumbass. I came 'cuz I was bored." Grimmjow lied coolly and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah sure." Nnoitora stood from the table and smiled. "I'll give you a few tips, don't run your hand through your hair while you're lying, and look in the back corner." With that, he pointed to the direction he meant and turned, leaving Grimmjow to glare at his back.

He heaved out a sigh and stood too. Look in the back corner. Grimmjow looked where Nnoi had pointed and he started walking in that general direction. He couldn't see anything from where he was so he might as well go look.

He was moving along with the crowd as he looked around for orange. Bright spikey orange. He looked around a little more and then he finally saw it. It was a flash from the corner of his eye but it was exactly what he was looking for. He walked up to the orange haired youth and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Ichigo felt something on his shoulder and turned around to find out what it was and he was met with the gaze of two cerulean blue eyes looking into his burnt brown ones. He smiled widely, "Hey Grimm!" He yelled so Grimmjow could hear him and Grimmjow smiled.

"Sup Ichigo!" He yelled back and Ichigo pulled him away from the huge crowd of people so they could at least try to talk in normal volume voices.

"I thought you said you were thinkin' 'bout not comin'." Ichigo said and grimmjow shrugged hus shoulders.

"I said thinkin', that doesn't mean I ain't gonna come." He smiled and Ichigo looked down smiling.

"I'm glad you came." He said in a low voice.

"What'd you say? Speak up Ichi." Grimmjow cupped a hand up to his ear and Ichigo shook his head.

"Come dance with me," Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's hand and grimmjow stopped him short.

"Wait a sec Berry, ain't yer little red head gonna get pissed about you being 'round me?" Grimmjow asked and Ichigo waved his hand nonchalantly.

"He's probably off gettin' drunk somewhere so I might as well have fun before I gotta haul his ass back to my place." Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's hand right as the next song was starting. "I love this song Grimmjow so dance!"

Grimmjow smiled as he was being dragged to the dance floor and he listened to the song starting.

Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag,

Drifting through the wind,

Wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin,

Like a house of cards

One blow from caving in?

Grimmjow looked to the orange haired teen moving with the slow yet exciting beat and he seemed to look at grimmjow at the same time. Grimmjow stepped closer to Ichigo and he did the same without even noticing. What am I thinking? Ichigo thought to himself as he wrapped his arms lightly around grimmjow's neck and grimmjow put his hands on ichigo's hips as they both danced to the music.

Do you ever feel already buried deep?

Six feet under scream,

But no one seems to hear a thing?

Do you know that there's still a chance for you,

Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite, the light

And let it shine

Just own the night

Like the Fourth of July

Grimmjow tightened his grip on Ichigo's hips and he pulled Ichigo close enough to where he could speak right into his ear, "Ichigo." The Berry looked up at grimmjow and Grimmjow bit his lip slightly. He looked away for a second before looking back at Ichigo's face and sighing slightly. "I-I," Grimmjow couldn't think of the words and it was pissing him off. "Ichigo," He said once more before saying fuck it all to the thought's in his head before lowering his head and capturing Ichigo's lips in a kiss that he had been wanting to give him in a long time.

Cause baby you're a firework

Come on show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y!

Baby you're a firework

Come on let your colors burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe

You don't have to feel like a waste of space

You're original, cannot be replaced

If you only knew what the future holds

After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed

So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow

And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light

And let it shine

Just own the night

Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework

Come on show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Ichigo pulled away with his eyes wide and his bottom lip in his mouth, Grimmjow released his hold on Ichigo and started apologizing excessively , "I'm sorry but I couldn't help it, I'm really sorry Ichi, I—" He was cut off by Ichigo's hands grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him down into a kiss. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around the orange haired youth's waist and he ran his tongue along ichigo's bottom lip asking for entrance. Ichigo parted his lips and Grimmjow delved his tongue into his mouth to map out the delicious cavern. Ichigo let out a small whine and he tangled his hand into the light blue hair on top of the older male's head.

Baby you're a firework

Come on let your colors burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

It's always been inside of you, you, you

And now it's time to let it through

Cause baby you're a firework

Come on show 'em what your worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework

Come on let your colors burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Grimmjow pulled back panting and Ichigo didn't fare much better. His hands where still in Grimmjow's hair and he rested his forehead on Grimmjow's shoulder. "Ichigo, I think there's something I gotta get off my chest," Grimmjow started and Ichigo looked up at him meeting his gaze.

Ichigo's eyes widened as his mind processed what he had just done. He covered his mouth with a shaky hand and he untangled himself from Grimmjow's grasp. "Ichigo, I'm—" Grimmjow started and Ichigo shook his head as he pushed through the crowd to try to catch his breath. The air was suddenly heavy and he felt like there was something pushing down on his chest.

Grimmjow looked down at the floor and he clenched his hand into a fist. He'd gone and blew it. Blew everything he had built up; shot it all to Hell. The deepest, darkest pits of Hell. Grimmjow turned swiftly around and headed towards the door with his mind going a mile-a-minute and him seething with the anger of what he had just done. But what he and Ichigo didn't know is that there was another set of eyes who were watching from close by. These brown depths couldn't fully understand what he had just witnessed but he could get the main jist of the situation. Something he had, someone else wanted.

A/N: I feel bad. Like I'm a meanie face bad….. I'm sorry it took me so long. I can't really follow a type and edit schedule because, life's a bitch. Won't even sugar coat it. Oh well, at least this chappie had a lot of good parts right? Right? Well I won't know unless you review! Reviews make me feel special and make me want to write more and faster sooooo, put two and two together :D.

Oh, and remember last chapter when I let my friend make a cameo? Well she's having a lot of troubles right now and I don't know if any of you are religious are not (I was raised Baptist, and look at me now, yaoi lover and writer. I'm pretty sure that's been shot to Hell) but please keep her in your thoughts. Anywaay, ne? Nee? Good chapter? Bad chapter? Anything to change? Complain to me about not updating? Go ahead! Haha, reviews are lovely :3