A/N: ahahahahahahaaaa please don't kill me for not updating. My first two quarters away at college kind of killed the plot of this story for me. I'm trying to reconstruct everything right now, but it's slow going. I will try to finish this story as quickly as possible for you guys, because YOU'RE ALL AMAZING. I wasn't expecting people to like this story (because it's my first one and I'm a bit insecure about it), but your support means a lot to me. I'm not really that happy with this chapter, but hey. Better than nothing, right? I wrote this out on my phone, sorry if there are a lot of really obvious mistakes. I'll go back and edit everything later.

Ichigo's face hurt. A lot. He couldn't quite remember why though. He slightly cracked open an eye, wincing at the bright sunlight filtering through the window.

Wait... Window?

Groaning, he valiantly attempted to remember what happened, gently touching his face. He could feel his heart beat throbbing in his face, remembering a little of what happened with each beat. His fury from the previous night returned full force and the urge to beat that blue haired bastard's face made his hands twitch.

Ichigo sat up slowly, his muscles now beyond sore. Forcing both eyes open, he glanced around the room, trying to figure out where the fuck he was. He was on the floor, a blanket crumpled next to him. To his right was a giant bed (he was pissed; why the fuck couldn't he have slept on the bed?!), there was a dresser, closet, mirror, a door, and various other necessities. The giant window to the left had the curtains drawn, allowing the harsh sunlight to assault Ichigo's poor eyes.

He reached an arm out to the bed and slowly dragged himself up, inching his way to the window. When he looked out of the window, he had to blink a few times, thinking his eyes had deceived him.

He was in a goddamn tree. How the fuck did he end up in a tree house?!

He opened the window, sticking his head out. To his left he could see two other tree houses, but to his right it was nothing but trees. The sun was high in the sky, the humidity was nearly suffocating but the view was so nice that Ichigo didn't mind and holyfuckingshit his friends still didn't know where he was.

He slammed the window shut and spun around, panic forcing him to move faster than he thought he was able to. He opened the door, finding himself in a giant bathroom. The sink and mirror were right in front of him, and he grimaced at how much his face had swelled on his left side, the bruises already showing. A low chuckle came from his right and he whipped his head to the side -

To see that blue haired ass lounging in a huge bathtub. Buck-ass naked.

He grinned at Ichigo, his eyes flashing. "Can I help ya?" Ichigo wished that he could come up with a scathing remark, but his brain had just short circuited. That bastards body was beyond perfect, each muscle defined in a way that Ichigo hadn't known was possible, that blue hair was damp and slicked back from that face with crazy sharp cheek bones and those eyes - Ichigo couldn't break away from those eyes. He felt a blush rising in his face as the man in the tub chuckled seductively and leaned back in the tub, showing off the profile of his face.

"Like what ya see, eh Berry?"

Ichigo spluttered, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked away. Taking a deep breath, he tried (and failed) to calm his racing heartbeat. "Where am I?" Ichigo's voice sounded hoarse, like a chain smokers. He quietly cleared it while steadily avoiding looking at the naked man before him.

"In my bathroom. Obviously."

Ichigo could practically feel a vein throbbing in his forehead. "Okay, smartass, where the fuck is your bathroom located? Can you let me get back to my friends? How did I even get up here? Wait, why the fuck are you getting out of the tub?!" Ichigo backed out of the bathroom as the blue haired Adonis got out of the tub and followed him.

The bluenette threw Ichigo on the bed, who landed with a squeak. He climbed on top of Ichigo, face an unreadable mask as he leaned his face down -

And bit Ichigo on the neck hard enough to draw blood.

"OW YOU FUCKING VAMPIRIC ASSWIPE," Ichigo tried pushing the giant off of him, hissing at the stinging pain in his neck. "Get the fuck off!"

He chuckled against Ichigo's neck as he drew back slightly. "Name's Grimmjow, not asswipe."

"I don't give a shit what your name is, you psycho, just get off!" Ichigo huffed in frustration, giving up on pushing Grimmjow off. The asshole hadn't budged an inch.

"You're quite noisy when you wake up, Berry. Given me a fuckin' headache." He slid his nose against Ichigo's face, inhaling deeply.

"So you bite me with your pointy teeth? That doesn't make any sense, you dick." Ichigo squirmed a little, feeling uncomfortable with Grimmjow just hovering over him without clothes on.

"Gotta train bitches somehow," Grimmjow breathed right in Ichigo's ear, then lightly bit down on the lobe.

Ichigo refused to acknowledge the slight twitching of his dick, instead opting for trying to shove Grimmjow off again. If it seemed like he was caressing Grimmjows chest in the process, then Ichigo couldn't help that, he must've still been tired from hiking everywhere. Grimmjow moved from his ear down his throat, lightly nipping as he went. One hand slowly drifted up Ichigo's chest, his mouth moving down to suck on a collarbone. He lightly bit down around the delicate bone at the same time that he tweaked a nipple and Ichigo let out a needy moan.

As soon as the moan escaped his lips, Ichigo froze. This was wrong, wrongwrongwrongwrong and he needed to get out. Grimmjow lifted his face, looking intensely into Ichigo's eyes.

He sighed, rolling over to lay next to Ichigo on the bed. "We're pretty deep in the jungle. I carried you up here and dropped your fat ass on the floor. No, you can't go back to your friends, that piece of shit tour guide is holding them for ransom. We went to the camp and left a message, but one crazy freak followed after ya. He's with Gin right now, probably getting his brains fucked out."

Ichigo felt his stomach drop. "The fuck? How am I supposed to believe that?" A rolling boil of anger flowed within his chest as he sat up and moved away from Grimmjow. "I don't know who the fuck you are, I don't know what the fuck you're planning and NOW I DON'T KNOW IF MY FRIENDS ARE SAFE." Ichigo roared the last bit, spinning around and shooting Grimmjow a death glare. "For all I fucking know, you could've killed them by now. And let me tell you, if you touched even a single hair on their heads-" Ichigo stepped up to the tall man sitting on the bed, snarling in his face, "I will kill you slowly, painfully. I will make you suffer for so long you'll be begging me for something as kind as death."

Grimmjow just sat there, purposefully keeping his face blank, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "I have no doubt that ya'd do that to me, Berry Head, but I'm not the bad guy. Well," he grinned, "I'm not the bad guy right now."

Maybe it was that insufferable grin on his face. Maybe it was the twinkling eyes. Maybe it was the fact that Ichigo was half hard and pissed off about it because wow, this was definitely not an appropriate time for that. He couldn't say for sure what made him do it, but before he could even think, he had his fist pulled back and he sucker punched Grimmjow. The blue haired bastard moved right at the last second, so that the punch landed on his cheek and not his nose. With a growl, Grimmjow knocked Ichigo into the floor, hands wrapped around his neck.

"Listen hear, ya ungrateful little shit. I saved your life by keeping you here. Ya wanna be pisses off about your little group of friends? Fine. But don't fuckin' blame me when I had nothin' ta do with it." He lowered his hardened face to Ichigo's, a deadly calm settling over his features. "I might think that you're pretty, but don't think that I won't hesitate to stick a knife in your back, bitch."

The hands around Ichigo's throat were strong and unwavering. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry them off. Ichigo glared up at the emotionless man above him, cursing his strength and hating him more with each strangled breath he made.

"Fine," Ichigo hissed. Grimmjow let go after one final squeeze, standing up in one fluid motion. Ichigo struggled to sit up, gasping in as much air as he could. His neck felt thoroughly abused, and he couldn't wait to exact his revenge on Grimmjow.

Grimmjow ignored Ichigo and his death glares, instead moving the rug near the foot of the bed to reveal a trap door. He lifted it up to reveal the top of a ladder.

"If ya want to see your friend, follow me. If not, I don't really give a shit what ya do, just don't break anythin'." With that, he dropped down through the hole, not even bothering with the ladder.

Ichigo felt torn. What if that asshole was lying to him? What if, as soon as he stepped outside, Ichigo would be killed? He took a deep breath, wincing as his throat twitched in pain. Even if it was a trap, Ichigo wouldn't allow himself to be killed. If his friends were out there, he would find them. He had to save them no matter what. Slowly, he crawled over to the hole. In the level below, he thought he saw a living room.

He blinked. It was actually a really cozy looking living room. Definitely unexpected. Voices drifted up into the room, all sounding highly amused except one. He could hear Grimmjow bitching about his face. That brought a smile to Ichigo's own battered face. Slowly, he climbed down the ladder. He saw a few of the men around the fire last night sitting on the couches. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Ichigo was tackled from the side.

"ICHIGO I FUCKIN' MISSED YA!" An annoying voice howled right into his ear. Hands clawed at Ichigo's side as he was being crushed by the man on top of him.

"SHIRO GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME." He managed to elbow the albino in the side, rolling out from under him. "What the hell are you doing here?! Where's everyone else?!"

Shiro sat down cross legged and sighed dreamily, gazing through Ichigo as if he wasn't there. "Gin managed to rescue me. He's such babe, with all of those strong muscles," he breathed, eyes glazing over.

Ichigo cleared his throat. His friend had weird taste. "Yeah, sure. Where the hell is everyone else?"

"Being held for ransom," Grimmjow said. Ichigo looked over and saw Grimmjow sitting on the edge of a couch predatorily. An icy feeling trickled down Ichigo's spine as he looked at the man.

"And what are you going to do?" Ichigo's voice was low, apprehension making him unable to speak any louder.

"Gonna get 'em back," Grimmjow said lightly, pretending to look down at his nails nonchalantly.

Ichigo swallowed. "Why?"

The word hung heavy in the silence that followed. The men on the couch all had a wicked grin on their faces as they waited for their leader to answer. Grimmjow looked Ichigo in the eye, locking the orange haired teen in place. A maniacal grin appeared out of nowhere, scaring Ichigo more than he would admit.

"So that we can hold you all for ransom, of course."

A/N: I'M SORRY I LEFT IT THERE I COULDN'T HELP IT. For those of you who were wondering, the name of this story came from a kpop song by Wonder Boyz. Please, review! Send me a message with your opinions or ideas of how you thing the story should progress! Or just message me for the heck of it, I don't bite :3