The Streets of Hueco Mundo
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
15
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2,352
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1
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Chapter 15: Shit Gets Real
Ichigo had thought his heart would burst. He hadn’t thought that Grimmjow would actually say it, those precious three words. He certainly felt it in his actions, and saw it in his eyes, but for him to actually say it, Ichigo didn’t have the words to say how much it meant to him.
He stared at Grimmjow, who was reading the newspaper on the terrace of the gorgeous Café Beaujolais in Westnidge. They had a wonderful breakfast of world renowned crepes sitting out in the warm sun. A gentle breeze stirred his azure locks, knocking a few strands forward to hang sexily down his forehead. His sharp eyes scanned across the paper as he sipped his coffee, his handsome features relaxed and serene. How was it that this man got under his skin and into his heart so fast?
Azure eyes snapped up to his and caught him staring. Ichigo blushed slightly, smiling gently when Grimmjow tossed aside the paper and softly traced circles on the back of his hand.
“What’s wrong, Ichi?”
“Nothing, Grimm. I was just thinking.”
“Thinking what?” Grimmjow asked quietly, relaxing back in his chair with an arched eyebrow, examining the soft look that had come into Ichigo’s eyes.
Ichigo blushed deeper, feeling like a teenage girl.
“Just about how amazing you are,” he answered, biting his lower lip and looking up at Grimmjow shyly from under his lashes, hoping he was not going to laugh at him for what he just said.
Grimmjow just smiled, pulling Ichigo’s hand to his lips, gently kissing each knuckle.
“It’s you that is the amazing one. I’d have never imagined this was where we’d end up the day we met in Kuchiki’s office.”
Ichigo smirked, remembering his instant dislike of his now boyfriend.
“We make quite a pair, I guess,” he replied.
“That we do,” Grimmjow said, returning the smirk as the waitress came by to clear away their plates and top off their coffee, smiling at their joined hands.
Their moment was shattered as Grimmjow’s phone suddenly began vibrating. Frowning, he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled it out, unlocking it to answer when he saw who was calling.
“Fredrick?”
Ichigo just assumed that maybe Nel wanted a visit. He saw no reason for the call to be unusual, so it nearly scared the shit out of him when Grimmjow suddenly shouted “WHAT?!” in an enraged snarl that had all of the cafés patrons staring at them suddenly. Grimmjow was on his feet rapidly, the wrought iron chair making a horrid scraping across the marble floor as he pushed it back to stand.
Towering at his full height, he took on the look of an enraged beast, a nasty scowl pulling his features into that “somebody’s gonna die” look that Grimmjow wore when he was beyond pissed. His chest rose and fell rapidly, sucking in large amounts of air as he listened to what was being said to him. He ended the call with a harsh, “keep me posted,” stuffing the phone back in his jacket with one hand, the other reaching in his pants pocket and throwing a wad of bills onto the table, uncaring that he just paid for their breakfast three times over with the amount he haphazardly dumped on the table.
Before Ichigo could ask what was going on, Grimmjow met his eyes with the most disturbing look in them that Ichigo ever saw. The cyan orbs glinted with rage and more murderous intent than when he rescued Ichigo in the junk yard. Ichigo suddenly felt like he didn’t know this man before him, a chill running down his spine and his body felt like lead as that gaze held his own. Grimmjow reached across the table, grabbing his wrist and yanked him to his feet.
Dumbfounded and slightly irritated, Ichigo again found his mouth opening to ask questions, but Grimmjow beat him to it.
The deadly low words of “they have Nel,” had Ichigo snapping his mouth closed as he felt his heart sink into his stomach, churning around with the breakfast they just consumed unfavorably. But by the time Grimmjow had towed him down the steps and out to the parking lot, Ichigo’s face and resolve resembled that of his boyfriend. Someone was gonna die.
Grimmjow was shaking with rage. Some part of him was conscious of the fact that he was probably hurting Ichigo with his crushing grip on his wrist, tugging his counterpart behind him as if they were running for their lives. He didn’t feel Ichigo protesting though, which was good because his fingers weren’t getting the message from his brain to let go. He felt Ichigo keeping his pace as they sprinted for his Charger, so when he was suddenly jerked back by Ichigo’s dead weight he was confused.
The confusion only worsened as he turned around to look, Ichigo pulling him down to his knees as he sand to the ground, his brown eyes wide with panic. One hand was at his neck, pulling a small dart from it and staring at it, amazed. Grimmjow had enough time to recognize it was a tranquilizer before Ichigo’s eyes rolled shut, a black van roaring up and squealing to a stop.
The side door flung open, two men dressed in all black with semi-automatics jumped out, keeping their guns trained on Grimmjow’s chest. A third man leapt out and snatched Ichigo beneath his underarms, dragging him to the van and dumping him in roughly, uncaring that Ichigo’s forehead bashed into the door panel. Grimmjow kept his hands out where the men could see them, his heart hammering at a thousand beats per minute as he watched the love of his life be abducted right before his eyes. And he was helpless to do anything.
They backed up into the van, the bigger of the two tossing a piece of paper to the ground before Grimmjow. The masked man flipped him off, and then the door slammed closed and the van sped off. Grimmjow’s keen eyes caught the plate, cop instinct kicking in. MKJ-3765. He burned it into his memory.
He reached forward and plucked up the paper, unfolding it to read the chicken scrawl insult in the middle of the page.
Grimm-kitty, if you’re not too much of a pussy, come and find them.
Only one person dared ever to call him that bullshit. He crumpled the paper in his fist, tilted his head back, and screamed in rage.
Shiro sat at his desk, his inverted eyes boring into the papers before him as he read over documents his accounts wanted him to fill out. He fucking hated paperwork, it was tedious and boring, but unfortunately for him it was a necessary evil. Going to jail for tax evasion wasn’t on his bucket list, but it didn’t stop him from glaring at it as if he could light the documents on fire by sheer force of will.
He was almost happy for the distraction that blew into his office, the door bouncing off the wall with enough force to have cracked the plaster had it not been for the knob guard strategically placed there to prevent that very thing from happening. A thin white eyebrow arched as he surveyed the man before him, panting as if he’d ran five miles and a look in his eyes that nearly made him shiver.
“Wha’ can I do fer ya, Grimmjow?” Shiro asked pleasantly, his ever present demonic grin stretching across his lips as Grimmjow stalked around his desk. Grimmjow’s hands latched onto each one of his lapels, yanking him forward in his chair so that they were eye level. Shiro wasn’t concerned, he could see Hal edge in, weapon drawn and trained on the back of Grimmjow’s head.
“They have Ichigo, and they have my niece. Be fucking serious for two goddamn seconds or so help me I’ll rip your fucking trachea out right now with my own two hands before that blond bitch can even think of pulling the trigger!”
Shiro stared at Grimmjow, now seeing the desperation and panic swirling just beyond the malice and massacre in his eyes. His grin immediately left his face as he shoved himself out of the chair, his own eyes narrowing.
“When?” he demanded as Grimmjow dropped his hands and Hal lowered her gun, shutting the door for privacy.
“My niece was taken this morning at 10:45 am, coming out of the store with her mother. Ichigo was taken at 11:25 in the parking lot of Café Beaujolais. Black unmarked van, plate MKJ-3765. A driver and three men in the back, armed with semi’s.”
“Hal, run that plate, I want ta know everything about it. Run a trace on King’s cell as well, I want a full report in 20 minutes. Get it done,” snapped Shiro. The blond woman simply nodded and darted off to do as she was told. Grimmjow sank to his knees, his eyes unseeing as he replayed Ichigo’s abduction over again, pain and fear shredding his heart to ribbons as he thought of the only two people he ever cared for in the hands of dangerous people.
Shiro squatted down in front of Grimmjow, a pale finger roughly lifting the man’s chin. When azure met gold on black, Shiro frowned.
“King needs ya, don’t go fallin’ apart on me. Ain’t much ya could’ve done unarmed against three guns but get yerself killed. So suck it tha fuck up and get that murderous intent back, cuz’ there ain’t nobody in this city my connections can’t find. And when I find em’, me and you are gonna give em’ hell. Prepare yerself.”
Grimmjow nodded, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He closed his eyes and thought of Ichigo, his defiant, beautiful Ichigo, and his charming, smart little Nel. They needed him strong, they needed him focused. Shiro was right. Shit just got real. And the bastard and his lackey’s that took them were going to wish they’d never been born the minute he got his hands on any of them. He opened his eyes, determined, his heart hardened, and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Shiro’s smirk was back, albeit it dripped with something that Grimmjow didn’t even have a name for. They stood, allied together for the man they loved.