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Chapter IX
Exposed
Chapter IX
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Ichigo and company went back to school the next day. It was an ordinary day in everyone else’s eyes, but a lot had changed for Ichigo and his friends. The two nights before they had started out partying with some Shinigami friends and had ended up in an argument about his relationship with Grimmjow. Then the last night he had had to confess all over again to his friends. It had been hard to face their judgment; he had to admit that he had been nervous over their reactions, but everyone had taken it rather well. So now he was back at school, nervous as hell about meeting up with Inoue, Ishida and Chad –those three didn’t know about the goings-on really, unless Rukia had told them. Which he would find out soon enough.
Biting his nails, he watched as Tatsuki, Inoue, Ishida and Chad all walked in together, chatting happily. He really shouldn’t be so nervous, after all, he did love Grimmjow, so it didn’t really matter what they thought. This cheered him up and before he knew it, he was looking into the smiling faces of his friends. He smiled back at them and before he could say anything to them, the teacher walked into the room.
Ichigo sighed and slumped heavily into his desk.
This would be a long day, he could tell already. He wasn’t exactly a person who was very emotional, but his experience in the last few days had wiped him clean out. Head on his desk and eyes closed, he drowned out his teacher’s ramblings with thoughts of Grimmjow.
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“Ulquiorra, where are you going?” Stark asked as the Cuarto Espada passed by him where he was laying on the floor.
Ulquiorra barely spared the lazy Espada a glance and muttered, “Aizen called for a meeting. You best be going.”
Stark grunted at the emotionless green-eyed Espada before pulling himself up with some effort and following him to Aizen’s stark-white chambers. Although he would rather sleep, Stark knew better than to piss off Aizen.
A few minutes later and all the Espada were in Aizen’s chambers, waiting for whatever news they had been called to hear. On the right, Ichimaru and Tousen walked in through the hidden door and behind them, smiling and dangerously handsome as usual, glided Aizen. The three Shinigami turned traitors sat down in their respective seats in the front of the room and faced the nine Espada. They hadn’t bothered to replace the open six position yet.
“As you all know, Grimmjow has left us. The fact is, he has turned traitor with the Shinigami. He might tell you that he is spying or something along those lines. Do not listen to him, and do not hesitate to kill him.
“With that said, I would like to inform all of you on my plans to infiltrate Soul Society.”
“We’re going there?” Nnoitra asked in a lazy drawl, the standard cup of tea at his lips.
“Yes we are. If we take the war to Soul Society, the damage will be done there rather than here. Their self-esteems will be lowered and they will be surprised. We need the element of surprise, especially since Grimmjow has deserted us. Such a shame, really.”
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The bell rang and there was a rush of scraping chairs and the rustle of coats as the high schoolers got ready to go home. Ichigo just sighed as he stood up slowly. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen, whether it be a confrontation with his friends or something to do with Aizen. He stretched lazily and met his friends outside the classroom door.
The first thing he noticed was Rukia, who looked slightly worried and was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Hey, Ichigo,” she greeted. Ichigo inclined his head to show that he had heard her greeting and to reply with his own.
He looked up and noticed all his other friends had been waiting for him and nodded at them in greeting as well.
“Come on Kurosaki, Kuchiki said she had something to tell us and we’re going to the park,” Ishida muttered, pushing up his glasses. Inoue smiled at the nerd and the whole group, which included Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, and the Shinigami who had been posing as students headed toward the park in an almost tense silence.
The group had reached the park after only a few minutes of walking and half an hour later they were standing in a semi-circle around the Shinigami, trying to digest what they had just been told.
“So, when do you leave for Soul Society?” Inoue asked thoughtfully. She combed her fingers through her hair, trying to keep herself occupied with something other than thoughts of her Shinigami friends who would be leaving soon. She had had such fun with Rangiku, it was a shame to see her go, even though Inoue knew it wouldn’t be the last time she’d see the busty girl.
Rukia opened her mouth to reply but was beat by Hitsugaya. “We’re leaving tonight from Urahara’s. Yamamoto sou-taichou wants us back. We are supposed to be planning the attack on Hueco Mundo, but he thinks Aizen might somehow be planning something as well.”
“Then I’m coming with you.”
Mizuiro, Keigo and Tatsuki turned to stare incredulously at Ichigo, but the rest ignored him as if his outbursts were a common thing…which they were.
“I’m serious! You’re going to use me in the attack, I know you are. I should be in on the strategizing,” Ichigo pouted at being ignored.
“No, fool,” Rukia said, her violet eyes flashing. “For whatever reason, you are to stay here until we call for you. Maybe it’s because you’re with Grimmjow and Soul Society doesn’t yet trust him. No matter what the reason, you are to stay here until we call for you, understand?”
Ichigo wanted to be childish and shake his head that no, he didn’t understand why they refused his offered help, but he knew it was a bad idea. Rukia and the rest were serious, and this was a war. He couldn’t be selfish. Ichigo swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Rukia looked a lot happier at his temporary submission and he sighed, stepping forward to give her a brief hug.
“We’ll send you a Hell butterfly soon, Ichigo. Don’t get your panties too much in a knot, okay?” The boy growled at that and pulled back from the hug, glaring. Rukia chuckled at his scowl and poked him in the nose, eliciting a frustrated yelp. He swatted at her hand but she moved it out of the way too quickly and he only caught air.
Renji cleared his throat at the amusing scene. “Ichigo, let’s go to the Shoten. I bet Grimmjow wants to see you –“ Ichigo made an ‘x’ motion with his hands, telling Renji to stop since Inoue and Ishida and Chad didn’t know about his relationship yet. Renji caught himself and shook his head as if to clear his previous thoughts and silently offered his back to the humans so they could shunpo.
Rukia glanced at Ichigo who shook his head at her silent question. He’d rather walk, even though it would delay getting to see his lover. Urahara’s was only a few blocks away and the orange-haired teen felt the need to spend a moment alone before he had to say goodbye to his Shinigami friends. His head was a mess. Rukia just smiled at him, knowing he didn’t like to talk about his feelings and that he needed some alone time to sort himself out. A lot had happened in the last few days after all.
They shunpo-ed away and Ichigo sighed, shuffling his feet to get them moving. He wasn’t really happy that he wouldn’t be involved in the planning of the attack, since he was sure he would probably be in the lead with the taichous, but at the same time, he could understand. He would be suspicious himself if the same thing had happened to someone else. His thoughts slowly turned to Grimmjow, and how he was going to take the invasion. Hueco Mundo, although not a very hospitable home, was the only one the blue-haired man had ever known; he didn’t really remember much about his life in the material world, which is the way Aizen liked it. Ichigo sighed angrily at the thought of the ex-Shinigami.
‘It doesn’t really matter what Grimm thinks, because Hueco Mundo and all the Espada, and especially Aizen, Ichimaru and Tousen need to be destroyed.’
Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts when he realized he had already walked up to the door of the Shoten and had been standing there for a minute or two already. He blushed and walked in, hearing his friends laughing on the other side of the door. He allowed a tiny grin to replace his usual scowl as he felt arms wrap around his slim waist. He leaned back to enjoy the warmth that Grimmjow offered for a second before stepping away from the older man and continuing on into the living room since Urahara’s house and the Shoten were one and the same. He entered the living room and saw that all his friends had gathered there. It was sort of like a goodbye party, even though they would be seeing each other soon.
He sat down on the couch between Rukia and Keigo and listened to his friends jabbering away happily. The babble calmed him down and he relaxed into the couch, sort of wishing he could be relaxing into Grimmjow instead. Before too long, the party had broken up and Ichigo and company got up to see the Shinigami through the gate back to Soul Society.
“Don’t forget, idiot. I’ll send a Hell butterfly for you once we’re done,” Rukia said softly, lightly touching his arm. Ichigo grinned down at her and gave her a push.
“Get going, midget.”
She tried to punch him, but she was already through the gate, which was closing on her. He heard her frustrated growl and chuckled at her, knowing he would probably get it later. He took a step back and ran into something warm and solid and stumbled a little. Next to him Keigo put a hand on his shoulder to steady him and they both turned around to see Grimmjow smirking down at the orange-haired teen. Said teen blushed furiously and allowed Grimmjow to hug him briefly before stepping back and smiling at him. He knew Grimmjow wanted attention, but Ichigo was mentally tired. He also knew that Grimmjow understood, so Ichigo didn’t feel too guilty not giving him the attention he craved. Besides, Grimmjow was a big boy. He had already proven he could take care of himself.
“I’m going to go home and get some sleep. I’ll let you know when Rukia tells me something,” Ichigo said tiredly, running a hand through his hair. The others nodded and let him go, knowing he was tired and from what Rukia said he would need his strength. Grimmjow sighed and raked a hand through his blue hair. He needed a shower anyway.
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Three days later, the Hell butterfly came in through Ichigo’s window, which he had left open for that very purpose… And he had hoped Grimmjow might visit him, but he would never list that as a reason. The thing landed on his index finger and Rukia’s words flowed into his mind.
Ichigo, this is Rukia. Yamamoto sou-taichou has decided on a course of action. We will be invading Hueco Mundo in three days’ time and he wants you to help lead the way, since you were there for Inoue a few years ago. You are to go to Urahara’s and you are to bring Grimmjow, Ishida, and Chad only, none of your other friends are to come. They do not have powers and wouldn’t be of any use to us and Inoue may be problematic in the end. Go tonight, or as soon as you can. You have to train to make sure you’re still sharp.
There was a few seconds of silence and then…
Renji, knock it off or I will kick your face in… No, I don’t care if you want to speak to Ichigo too, Yamamoto sou-taichou said to send him this message, not to talk his ear off!... What? This thing is still recordi-
Ichigo laughed lightly and the butterfly took off. Well, he had what he had been waiting for; permission to go to Soul Society and train. He was excited and wanted to now, damnit, but first he needed to call his friends and let them know what was going on.
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Chapter IX
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Ichigo and company went back to school the next day. It was an ordinary day in everyone else’s eyes, but a lot had changed for Ichigo and his friends. The two nights before they had started out partying with some Shinigami friends and had ended up in an argument about his relationship with Grimmjow. Then the last night he had had to confess all over again to his friends. It had been hard to face their judgment; he had to admit that he had been nervous over their reactions, but everyone had taken it rather well. So now he was back at school, nervous as hell about meeting up with Inoue, Ishida and Chad –those three didn’t know about the goings-on really, unless Rukia had told them. Which he would find out soon enough.
Biting his nails, he watched as Tatsuki, Inoue, Ishida and Chad all walked in together, chatting happily. He really shouldn’t be so nervous, after all, he did love Grimmjow, so it didn’t really matter what they thought. This cheered him up and before he knew it, he was looking into the smiling faces of his friends. He smiled back at them and before he could say anything to them, the teacher walked into the room.
Ichigo sighed and slumped heavily into his desk.
This would be a long day, he could tell already. He wasn’t exactly a person who was very emotional, but his experience in the last few days had wiped him clean out. Head on his desk and eyes closed, he drowned out his teacher’s ramblings with thoughts of Grimmjow.
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“Ulquiorra, where are you going?” Stark asked as the Cuarto Espada passed by him where he was laying on the floor.
Ulquiorra barely spared the lazy Espada a glance and muttered, “Aizen called for a meeting. You best be going.”
Stark grunted at the emotionless green-eyed Espada before pulling himself up with some effort and following him to Aizen’s stark-white chambers. Although he would rather sleep, Stark knew better than to piss off Aizen.
A few minutes later and all the Espada were in Aizen’s chambers, waiting for whatever news they had been called to hear. On the right, Ichimaru and Tousen walked in through the hidden door and behind them, smiling and dangerously handsome as usual, glided Aizen. The three Shinigami turned traitors sat down in their respective seats in the front of the room and faced the nine Espada. They hadn’t bothered to replace the open six position yet.
“As you all know, Grimmjow has left us. The fact is, he has turned traitor with the Shinigami. He might tell you that he is spying or something along those lines. Do not listen to him, and do not hesitate to kill him.
“With that said, I would like to inform all of you on my plans to infiltrate Soul Society.”
“We’re going there?” Nnoitra asked in a lazy drawl, the standard cup of tea at his lips.
“Yes we are. If we take the war to Soul Society, the damage will be done there rather than here. Their self-esteems will be lowered and they will be surprised. We need the element of surprise, especially since Grimmjow has deserted us. Such a shame, really.”
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The bell rang and there was a rush of scraping chairs and the rustle of coats as the high schoolers got ready to go home. Ichigo just sighed as he stood up slowly. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen, whether it be a confrontation with his friends or something to do with Aizen. He stretched lazily and met his friends outside the classroom door.
The first thing he noticed was Rukia, who looked slightly worried and was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Hey, Ichigo,” she greeted. Ichigo inclined his head to show that he had heard her greeting and to reply with his own.
He looked up and noticed all his other friends had been waiting for him and nodded at them in greeting as well.
“Come on Kurosaki, Kuchiki said she had something to tell us and we’re going to the park,” Ishida muttered, pushing up his glasses. Inoue smiled at the nerd and the whole group, which included Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, and the Shinigami who had been posing as students headed toward the park in an almost tense silence.
The group had reached the park after only a few minutes of walking and half an hour later they were standing in a semi-circle around the Shinigami, trying to digest what they had just been told.
“So, when do you leave for Soul Society?” Inoue asked thoughtfully. She combed her fingers through her hair, trying to keep herself occupied with something other than thoughts of her Shinigami friends who would be leaving soon. She had had such fun with Rangiku, it was a shame to see her go, even though Inoue knew it wouldn’t be the last time she’d see the busty girl.
Rukia opened her mouth to reply but was beat by Hitsugaya. “We’re leaving tonight from Urahara’s. Yamamoto sou-taichou wants us back. We are supposed to be planning the attack on Hueco Mundo, but he thinks Aizen might somehow be planning something as well.”
“Then I’m coming with you.”
Mizuiro, Keigo and Tatsuki turned to stare incredulously at Ichigo, but the rest ignored him as if his outbursts were a common thing…which they were.
“I’m serious! You’re going to use me in the attack, I know you are. I should be in on the strategizing,” Ichigo pouted at being ignored.
“No, fool,” Rukia said, her violet eyes flashing. “For whatever reason, you are to stay here until we call for you. Maybe it’s because you’re with Grimmjow and Soul Society doesn’t yet trust him. No matter what the reason, you are to stay here until we call for you, understand?”
Ichigo wanted to be childish and shake his head that no, he didn’t understand why they refused his offered help, but he knew it was a bad idea. Rukia and the rest were serious, and this was a war. He couldn’t be selfish. Ichigo swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Rukia looked a lot happier at his temporary submission and he sighed, stepping forward to give her a brief hug.
“We’ll send you a Hell butterfly soon, Ichigo. Don’t get your panties too much in a knot, okay?” The boy growled at that and pulled back from the hug, glaring. Rukia chuckled at his scowl and poked him in the nose, eliciting a frustrated yelp. He swatted at her hand but she moved it out of the way too quickly and he only caught air.
Renji cleared his throat at the amusing scene. “Ichigo, let’s go to the Shoten. I bet Grimmjow wants to see you –“ Ichigo made an ‘x’ motion with his hands, telling Renji to stop since Inoue and Ishida and Chad didn’t know about his relationship yet. Renji caught himself and shook his head as if to clear his previous thoughts and silently offered his back to the humans so they could shunpo.
Rukia glanced at Ichigo who shook his head at her silent question. He’d rather walk, even though it would delay getting to see his lover. Urahara’s was only a few blocks away and the orange-haired teen felt the need to spend a moment alone before he had to say goodbye to his Shinigami friends. His head was a mess. Rukia just smiled at him, knowing he didn’t like to talk about his feelings and that he needed some alone time to sort himself out. A lot had happened in the last few days after all.
They shunpo-ed away and Ichigo sighed, shuffling his feet to get them moving. He wasn’t really happy that he wouldn’t be involved in the planning of the attack, since he was sure he would probably be in the lead with the taichous, but at the same time, he could understand. He would be suspicious himself if the same thing had happened to someone else. His thoughts slowly turned to Grimmjow, and how he was going to take the invasion. Hueco Mundo, although not a very hospitable home, was the only one the blue-haired man had ever known; he didn’t really remember much about his life in the material world, which is the way Aizen liked it. Ichigo sighed angrily at the thought of the ex-Shinigami.
‘It doesn’t really matter what Grimm thinks, because Hueco Mundo and all the Espada, and especially Aizen, Ichimaru and Tousen need to be destroyed.’
Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts when he realized he had already walked up to the door of the Shoten and had been standing there for a minute or two already. He blushed and walked in, hearing his friends laughing on the other side of the door. He allowed a tiny grin to replace his usual scowl as he felt arms wrap around his slim waist. He leaned back to enjoy the warmth that Grimmjow offered for a second before stepping away from the older man and continuing on into the living room since Urahara’s house and the Shoten were one and the same. He entered the living room and saw that all his friends had gathered there. It was sort of like a goodbye party, even though they would be seeing each other soon.
He sat down on the couch between Rukia and Keigo and listened to his friends jabbering away happily. The babble calmed him down and he relaxed into the couch, sort of wishing he could be relaxing into Grimmjow instead. Before too long, the party had broken up and Ichigo and company got up to see the Shinigami through the gate back to Soul Society.
“Don’t forget, idiot. I’ll send a Hell butterfly for you once we’re done,” Rukia said softly, lightly touching his arm. Ichigo grinned down at her and gave her a push.
“Get going, midget.”
She tried to punch him, but she was already through the gate, which was closing on her. He heard her frustrated growl and chuckled at her, knowing he would probably get it later. He took a step back and ran into something warm and solid and stumbled a little. Next to him Keigo put a hand on his shoulder to steady him and they both turned around to see Grimmjow smirking down at the orange-haired teen. Said teen blushed furiously and allowed Grimmjow to hug him briefly before stepping back and smiling at him. He knew Grimmjow wanted attention, but Ichigo was mentally tired. He also knew that Grimmjow understood, so Ichigo didn’t feel too guilty not giving him the attention he craved. Besides, Grimmjow was a big boy. He had already proven he could take care of himself.
“I’m going to go home and get some sleep. I’ll let you know when Rukia tells me something,” Ichigo said tiredly, running a hand through his hair. The others nodded and let him go, knowing he was tired and from what Rukia said he would need his strength. Grimmjow sighed and raked a hand through his blue hair. He needed a shower anyway.
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Three days later, the Hell butterfly came in through Ichigo’s window, which he had left open for that very purpose… And he had hoped Grimmjow might visit him, but he would never list that as a reason. The thing landed on his index finger and Rukia’s words flowed into his mind.
Ichigo, this is Rukia. Yamamoto sou-taichou has decided on a course of action. We will be invading Hueco Mundo in three days’ time and he wants you to help lead the way, since you were there for Inoue a few years ago. You are to go to Urahara’s and you are to bring Grimmjow, Ishida, and Chad only, none of your other friends are to come. They do not have powers and wouldn’t be of any use to us and Inoue may be problematic in the end. Go tonight, or as soon as you can. You have to train to make sure you’re still sharp.
There was a few seconds of silence and then…
Renji, knock it off or I will kick your face in… No, I don’t care if you want to speak to Ichigo too, Yamamoto sou-taichou said to send him this message, not to talk his ear off!... What? This thing is still recordi-
Ichigo laughed lightly and the butterfly took off. Well, he had what he had been waiting for; permission to go to Soul Society and train. He was excited and wanted to now, damnit, but first he needed to call his friends and let them know what was going on.
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