Ladies and Gentlemen

Ladies and Gentlemen 12

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****Kyusho Jutsu is a technique in Karate Bunkai that involves the manipulation of pressure points. Generally, it is used to knock out, control, or restrain, and is useful in street fighting when facing a bigger, stronger, or faster opponent.


Confessions and Subtle Declarations~

...My hands roamed his bare torso, covering every inch of skin I could. His tongue slipped in my mouth while he moved his hands to my butt, kneading the clothed flesh there.

Before we could take it any further, I heard voices outside the door and froze, realizing I forgot to lock it in my rush to Shiro.

"Hey man, thought you were off tonight?" Said an effeminate voice.

"Yeah, but I forgot my wallet last night..." Why does that voice sound familiar?

"...Just gonna grab it and-" The familiar voice opens the door and freezes. Holy fucking shit.

"Get your fucking hands off my Strawberry!"


Grimmjow, enraged, stood with one hand still on the door, the other balled into a tight shaking fist at his side. Standing at his full 6'3'' with 190 pounds of hard muscle, his narrowed gaze locked directly on to Shiro, who was coincidentally glaring daggers right back.

What the hell? Since when was Grimmjow a stripper? Before that trail of questions has a chance to continue, the meaning behind Grimmjow's proclamation registers and I jump up to yell back, "I Am Not Fucking Yours!"

The outburst takes him by surprise and he turns wide blue eyes to me, breaking the staring contest with Shiro. Just as he opens his mouth to respond, the owner of the effeminate voice speaks up behind him, "My, my you're all rather vulgar when speaking. Perhaps if you fill me in on what is happening, I can be of assistance."

Grimmjow throws a nasty look over his shoulder, "Take your gossipin' ass elsewhere Peacock!" Before slamming the door in said 'Peacock's' face. Looking back over to me, Grimmjow spoke in a slightly more calm tone, "This isn't what you want Ichigo. Come on, I'll take ya home an' we can talk about it in the car."


As he finished speaking, he started towards me with an extended hand. Stepping away in avoidance, I back into Shiro who must have stood some time during the exchange. Miraculously, he has yet to say anything, and for that I am thankful. It really doesn't take much to set Grimmjow off, and I would like to avoid a physical confrontation if at all possible. No need to get them both fired.

"If this isn't what I wanted, I wouldn't be here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Look Ichigo, I understand that you aren't ready for a relationship yet, but you don't need a place like this for relief. Why wouldn't you come to me if you needed-"

Realizing that he thinks I came to this place for sexual release I cut him off before he can embarrass me further, "I'm not here for that stupid!"

He stares at me disbelievingly, "What? Why the fuck else would you be dry humping a stripper in their changing room?"

His question leaves me blank. How can he not get it? While I am trying to think of a way to break the news, Shiro's voice fills the uncomfortable silence, "We're dating."

That's one way to do it.

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Really? Fucking now, of all fucking times! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! With the rather obscene mantra running through my head, I unsuccessfully try to glare a hole through Grimmjow's skull. As I open my mouth with the words 'He ain't yours, get the fuck out' on the tip of my tongue, Ichigo beats me to it by yelling in his own defense, "I Am Not Fucking Yours!"

When Grimmjow turned wide blues eyes to Ichigo, I began to get nervous. If he gets violent, I want all of his attention on me, but when he turns to address the interfering Yumichika instead of going into an immediate fit of rage, I begin to weigh the slight possibility that this might not come to blows. Deciding to sit back and see if Ichigo can talk us to a less bruised and bloody outcome, I listen to their conversation while carefully monitoring Grimmjow's body language. He is tense, but while his attention is focused on Ichigo, he remains non-threatening.

It wasn't until Grimmjow approached with the intention of leaving here with Ichigo that I stood, resisting the urge to put my arms around the tense shoulders when the orange head backed into me.

As Grimmjow questioned the actions we were engaged in when he opened the door, after being told that Ichigo wasn't here for a one time fling, I came to the conclusion that we'd have to spell it out for him. No more tip-toeing around the inevitable, "We're dating." I purposely leave out that we have been for about three months, and judging by the murderous intent in those blue eyes, that is not a decision I will be regretting any time soon. This is going to get ugly and my mind is racing, trying to figure a way of ending the upcoming confrontation quickly, with as little injury to either of us as possible.

He reaches for Ichigo's arm, fury etched into his features, "No, you fucking aren't."

Reacting quickly, I step to the side and pull a still shocked Ichigo behind me. "We are, and the only person he is leaving with tonight is me."

Banking on Grimmjow's anger to control his movements, I am not disappointed when he throws an uncontrolled punch toward my face. Throwing my head to the side, I reach out and grab the offending arm at the pressure point just above the elbow joint, simultaneously bringing my other arm down for an angled strike on his triceps. Caught off guard, he is to slow to defend against the quick movement and the combination does it's job of bringing him to his knees. Twisting the arm still in my grasp, I move in on the pressure point in the hollow area just behind his ear, and effectively pin him down face first into the carpet.

After a minute of silence, the bluenette mutters into the carpet, "Kyusho, cheap shot Snowflake." Grimmjow was never very good at Kyusho Jutsu.

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In the six years that I have known Grimmjow, I have never seen him this enraged. The barely restrained fury he was directing at Shiro after he admitted that we have been seeing each other, was truly something terrifying and I realized that a physical confrontation would be unavoidable. Before I could give any more thought to a course of action, I was pulled back as Shiro moved in front of me protectively.

Logically, this move makes sense since Shiro really is the better fighter out of the two of us. The only two times I actually beat him a in spar was on a stupid move and a technicality. However, my pride is fighting back, refusing to let me be treated like a girl while they prepare to tear each other apart.

Before I get the chance to speak up, Grimmjow throws the first punch. The line of events that follow leave me stunned and speechless. Three seconds. In less than five fucking seconds, Shiro has Grimmjow immobilized, pinned, and face first in the carpet.

"Kyusho, cheap shot Snowflake." When Grimmjow finally spoke, I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding in. He was so still after he went down, I almost thought Shiro had knocked him out.

"You gonna control yourself Blue, or am I gonna have ta sit here all night?" The question was spoken in a tone that hinted of amusement and would have been funny in any other circumstance, but thinking of the conversation sure to follow, I don't have it in me to appreciate the humor. This is going to be a long night.

About an hour later, Shiro and I had successfully recapped the events that led to our meeting and the circumstances that led us to dating.

"Fucking unreal. Up until a few months ago, both of you could have possibly been the top candidates for least likely to ever be in a relationship, and you fucking fall for each other." Grimmjow shakes his head, laughing lightly before turning his gaze back to me.

"I know I can't force ya into anything, so I got a question for ya that will ultimately decide whether or not I will let this," he motions to Shiro, "continue. And don't bother lyin' cause your awful at it..."

He stops to think for a second and I get impatient, "Just spit it out or we'll be here all night."

He smirks, "Do ya love him?" That is definitely not what I was expecting and he knows it.

I open my mouth to answer, all three of us expecting to hear 'no, it's too soon,' but what comes out is a surprisingly confident "Yes."

The word comes unbidden and not well thought out, but I know it's true. I knew that I wanted to be with him, but love? The realization fills me with relief and happiness and I only regret that I didn't confess in a more appropriate place.

Shiro stares at me, wide eyed and questioning, while Grimmjow runs his hand over his face, shoulders slumped in either exhaustion or defeat, I can't really tell.

"Ichigo, you know this isn't enough to make me give up, not after four years of chasin' your ass. Just means I got a little competition." He continues, shifting his gaze and inappropriately insane grin to Shiro, "Looks like you and I will be fighting a lot more often, better bring your A-game Snowflake."

Shiro pauses in the middle of slipping back into his street clothes, "Che, quit pretendin' you could match me Cookie." I snort at the nickname, earning us both a glare.

Grimmjow reaches out and ruffles my hair on the way to the door, "You know where to find me when this jerk off screws up Ichi."

"Whatever Grimm." I don't bother commenting further, the sooner he is out that door, the sooner I have Shiro to myself.

As soon as the door shuts, Shiro embraces me, "Did ya mean it Ichi?"

"Yeah, Shi. I don't really know how it happened so damn fast, but I can't deny it. I am in love with you." As I confess again, it feels a little more...right, and I can feel the heat rise to my face as he gives me that amazing smile. He kisses me deeply and I am reminded of what we were doing before the interruption.

"Love you too, Ichi. Come on, we can finish what we started at my place. I don't wanna be here when he figures out he forgot his wallet again."

We laugh and head out the back together, my desire re-emerging when I remember that he never changed out of the leather shorts before putting his pants back on. Giving his ass a little squeeze, I run past him before he can retaliate and we make it to the car in record time...Hm, I wonder how I can get him to drive faster?

*Grimmjow and Ulquiorra's place*

Ulquiorra stares impassively at his fuming brother, "What took you so long? We were supposed to leave here an hour ago."

"I've had a rough few hours, don't ask." Grimmjow looks over, running his hand through blue strands.

"Fine, I won't. It doesn't matter as long as your still buying."

"...Fucking Shit!"


***No, this was not the major fight scene...just a mini-climax. The real thing will come later.