Sex and Football

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A/N: This chapter is even more tame than the last one, but don't worry, next chapter gets back to the kink. To be honest, this chapter is more of a set-up for a mini-vacation with our boys, a threesome, and a proposition from Ulquiorra. Unfortunately not the kind of proposition you would expect from me (sorry Ulquiorra).

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Chapter Six

There was a briskness in the air that had seemed to come out of nowhere. Ichigo was hardly one to complain; he liked this clean, crisp feeling. It was cool enough to wake his senses as he stepped outside, but not cool enough to send shivers down his spine. He knew that he would enjoy it, until it came time to drag his winter coat out of the closet.

He was walking with Grimmjow towards the stadium, through the private parking lot that was kept for players and other important people. They had been discussing the publicists that Ichigo had narrowed it down to when they noticed two large silver buses in the parking lot. The opposing team was spilling out of the buses, covered up in matching track suits. Ichigo remembered that Grimmjow's team was playing the Kashima Antlers today. The Antlers were leading F.C. Tokyo in the league so far, with two teams in between them. The top four were only separated by a few points, though, and it still wasn't even the middle of the season. Anything could happen at this point, regardless of what happened today.

Ichigo watched as they came out of the bus, players and trainers and physical therapists alike. The coach seemed to be a tall, solidly built man wearing, of all things, a floral women's kimono. He had rather unkempt wavy hair that was tied back in a low ponytail and a few days worth of facial hair. He stepped forward, and Ichigo realized that Ukitake had been standing there to greet the team. The two men hugged as though they were good friends before turning and heading in, chatting amiably as the team followed them.

Ichigo felt Grimmjow tense and stop next to him. He looked up, surprised to find a look of utter hatred on Grimmjow's face. He followed the man's hot gaze only to see a player from the other team staring back at them. He was a short man with a blank expression, with messy black hair and emerald green eyes that looked almost too bright to be natural.

"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow snarled out, as they got closer to the other man. The name sounded vaguely familiar in Ichigo's mind. "I see you're still walking around with a stick up your ass."

Then Ichigo remembered. Ulquiorra Cifer was the Kashima Antler that Ikkaku had seemed to hate the most.

"And I see you've hardly matured since I last saw you." Ulquiorra's tone was monotonous and dull, as if he couldn't be bothered to care about the conversation. Even his posture was relaxed, leaning against the bus.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, looked like he was itching to get into a fight.

"Tell me," Ulquiorra continued, "are you just as much of a failure now as you were in high school?"

"Blow me," Grimmjow uttered.

"Oh, but you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

Ichigo could see Grimmjow's arm twitch back, readying for a punch, and he grabbed onto it before the other man could do anything.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said. "Let's go."

Ichigo's voice brought Ulquiorra's eyes to him. Ulquiorra seemed to be assessing him, sizing him up before coming to a conclusion. "So, you're Grimmjow's latest toy. Be careful that he doesn't break you."

Ichigo scowled, but focused on pulling Grimmjow into the locker room. Obviously, whatever history Grimmjow had with Ulquiorra, it wasn't a good one. Ulquoirra hadn't seemed to want to fight it out the way Grimmjow did, but he didn't look like he would back down either.

"Fucking asshole," Grimmjow muttered. As soon as they were inside his leg shot out, kicking against the wall. Ichigo wanted to ask more, but Ukitake was there, frowning at Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow," he said, "is there a reason you just kicked a hole in my wall?"

"Forget this," Grimmjow said, walking past Ukitake, "I'm going to get changed."

"Grimmjow, dear," Ukitake called after Grimmjow in a sing-song voice, "please do take your aggression out on the field, and not on club property."

Ukitake turned back to Ichigo, smiling softly.

"Of course," Ichigo said, frowning, "Grimmjow will pay for the damage."

"Of course." Ukitake turned around and walked away.

Ichigo sighed and exited the locker room. It was almost time for him to meet Chad at the front gate so they could watch the game together. Ichigo had gotten two seats near the field this time, thinking that it would be a good change of pace from being up in the box. He had contemplated inviting Ikkaku, but the man's burning hatred for the Antlers made him reconsider. The last thing he needed to be spending his time doing was pulling Ikkaku out of a riot. Chad was the only other friend that followed football, and besides, Ichigo rarely got to see the other man these days.

He found Chad near the will-call box, looking every inch the rock star that he was going to become. Doc Martens, skin-tight jeans, and a tight t-shirt proclaiming the name of a band Ichigo had never heard of before. A few leather necklaces hung around his neck, beads and ornaments hanging between his clavicles, while a thick leather cuff decorated his left wrist. Chad was leaning against a wall, but stood up as soon as he saw Ichigo.

"Hey," he said, nodding at his friend. "Nice jacket. Is it new?"

"Kind of," Ichigo said, brushing off the question. He didn't want to explain that the expensive pea coat he was wearing actually belonged to Grimmjow. The man had forced him to stay the night, and he didn't have many of his own things at Grimmjow's apartment. "Hey, how's the recording going?"

Ichigo started to walk towards their seats, Chad following next to him. Chad held out his hand and inclined in back and forth, which Ichigo took to meant that it wasn't going as well as Chad wanted.

"But that's not bad, right?" Ichigo asked.

"It could be better," Chad replied, but they both knew that he was a perfectionist when it came to his music. Ichigo was sure that whatever they had recorded had sounded great.

"How's it going with Mr. Tall, Crazed, and Jealous?" Chad asked.

Ichigo frowned at that description of Grimmjow, but it's not as though it wasn't deserved. "Do you want something to drink?"

Chad shook his head. They were near their seats, anyway, so it didn't make sense to go back up to buy beers. They could just wait for the vendors to come around. "Are you changing the subject deliberately?"

"Yes," Ichigo admitted. "Fine, we can talk, let's just get into our seats first."

They shuffled sideways past the people who were already sitting, until they got to the little plastic seats designated on their tickets. As Ichigo sat down he was amazed at the view they had from here. He could clearly see all the lines and markings on the field, and the holes that made up the texture of the net. It was a completely different experience than being in the box.

"You were saying?" Chad asked, after they made themselves comfortable.

"Things are going fine," Ichigo said, shrugging. While Chad didn't know the specifics of his relationship with Grimmjow, Ichigo didn't feel as though he needed to tell him.

"He's still in the habit of attacking random friends that you're talking to?"

"No," Ichigo said, "I think we're past that. I mean, I don't know, he pretty much does whatever the hell he wants. He's constantly forcing me to go along with his pace, do things that he wants to do."

"Is he really?"

Ichigo looked up at the question, but Chad wasn't the most expressive guy in the world when it came to facial features. It didn't help that he tended to be economical with his words. Right now, Ichigo didn't know what he was talking about.

"You're not the kind of person who goes along with things you don't want to do," Chad explained. "If it's so easy for him to force you to do things, maybe you actually want to do them."

Ichigo scowled at that, not exactly liking the explanation. But he had to admit, at least to himself: the things he did with Grimmjow. . . well, it wasn't exactly as though he found them unpleasant.

"Ichigo, I've been meaning to ask you this, but. . . what exactly is your relationship with Grimmjow?"

Ichigo froze at the question, not sure how to answer. He obviously couldn't say they were agent and client, since Chad already knew there was more to it than that. There was no way he was going to tell Chad they were fuck buddies. And they certainly weren't dating, considering their relationship outside of the bedroom revolved around work. "We. . . don't really have one."

Chad looked at him for a moment, and then nodded. Chad had always been the most perceptive of his friends when it came to human nature, so it wouldn't surprise Ichigo if Chad knew exactly what was going on between him and Grimmjow.

"Do you want one?" Chad asked.

Ichigo wished he had a drink right now. Yumichika had asked him a similar question recently, but for some reason that felt like such a long time ago. If he was being honest. . . "I don't know."

Chad nodded again, apparently accepting that as an answer. Ichigo kind of wished Chad had some profound piece of insight to tell him right now, but the other man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything else. So Ichigo looked out on the field, watching as the players came out to warm up. He spotted Ulquoirra, though it wasn't difficult. Maybe it was the almost grey pallor of his skin, or the strange brightness to his eyes, but Ulquoirra stood out from the rest of his teammates. For a moment Ulquoirra looked up, and Ichigo swore that he looked straight at Ichigo. But that was impossible, and the moment was over soon enough anyway.

"Chad," Ichigo said, "what do you know about Ulquoirra Cifer?"

"Not much," Chad replied. "I know he's a great player. Maybe the best in the league right now, since so many of our top players have gone abroad."

"Ikkaku can't stand him him," Ichigo said, remembering all the remarks Ikkaku had made about the man since the season started.

Chad shrugged. "Ulquoirra's the most hated player in the league right now, but it's most likely because he's so good. People with extraordinary talent are often hated for it. Kashima Antlers fans certainly don't have a problem with him."

"So it's not because of something he's specifically done?" Ichigo asked.

"From what I've read, he seems to keep to himself. Maybe it's his coldness that turns people off, but I don't see anything wrong with being solitary. He works hard, and he's polite enough in interviews, if a bit curt."

He certainly hadn't been polite with Grimmjow. Even now, they seemed to be glaring at each other from where they were lined up on the field. The referee blew his whistle, and the first half started. Ichigo watched as the ball passed from one player to the other. Football was most certainly a slower-paced game, at least for the viewer, but the more Ichigo watched the less he really minded it.

By this time Grimmjow had made it as a starter, so he was playing the game from the first second onwards. Ichigo watched closely, especially since Ulquoirra was on the field as well. Things seemed like an average football game, until Ichigo noticed something. Every time Ulquoirra was near Grimmjow, or vice versa, things would get more. . . physical. Not enough to get the referee to call a foul, but there was definitely jostling that was more than just playing football.

Still, Ichigo didn't think it was bad, until Grimmjow was standing right in front of Ulquoirra, and actually elbowed him in the ribs. Ichigo looked at the referees, but they didn't say anything.

"Did you see that?" he asked Chad.

Chad only shrugged. "Sometimes this sport gets physical."

After that there were several elbows and hard shoves whenever the two were in close proximity, dealt out by both players. They were never called on it, so Ichigo figured either the referees didn't care or the men were smart enough to do it when the referees weren't looking at them. They both seemed to be getting more heated up with each altercation, Grimmjow more than Ulquoirra. Ichigo prayed to whatever gods were listening that they could just make it through the game without injuring each other or, in Grimmjow's case, getting any flags. However, Ichigo soon proved to be very unpopular with said gods.

Ulquoirra was standing just a few feet in front of Grimmjow. There was a pause in the game, and they were taking a moment to catch their breath before the ball was thrown back in. But then Ulquoirra's eyes seemed to glimpse at Ichigo before turning back towards Grimmjow. Ulquoirra opened his mouth, saying something Ichigo couldn't hear. Whatever it was, it made Grimmjow's eyes flash red, and then the blue-haired man was tackling Ulquoirra to the ground.

This time the referee did blow his whistle. Ichigo shot up out of his seat, desperate to see what was going on, but the other players had gathered in a crowd around the two in an attempt to pull them apart. The Kashima Antlers fans in the crowd were booing out of solidarity for Ulquoirra, and the television screen was replaying the tackle in horrific slow motion. The announcer's voice came out over the intercom: Grimmjow was suspended for the rest of the game. Other disciplinary measures would be decided on later.

Ichigo felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. He figured they could say goodbye to that contract with Coca-Cola now. He watched as Grimmjow stomped off the field and into the locker room, kicking over a cooler of water as he did so. That little act was definitely not going to help his case with the J. League board.

"Well," Chad said, "it's good to see he hasn't lost any of that hot-headed attitude of his."

"I can't believe him," Ichigo muttered. His eyes happened to glimpse Ulquoirra, then, still standing on the field. And this time there was no doubt about it. . . Ulquoirra was looking directly at him. "I'm sorry, Chad, do you mean if I leave for awhile?"

"Do what you have to do," Chad replied.

Ichigo left his seat, moving towards the locker room. Grimmjow had looked furious, and Ichigo had to calm him down before he did anything else stupid. Soon enough he made his way back to the room. Grimmjow was there, punching his clothes as he stuffed them into his duffel bag.

"Fucking bitch," Grimmjow was saying, "I'm gonna fuck him up first chance I get."

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said, "what the hell happened?"

Grimmjow's head snapped up towards Ichigo. He was breathing heavy, eyes set in a glare. "Did you see that bitch? He wouldn't even throw one punch back at me. Knew it would get me in more trouble that way, while he got off scott free. Fucking pussy."

"Did you hurt him?"

Grimmjow scoffed at that. "Yeah, right, like I could get a scratch on Ulquoirra Cifer. Guy's a black belt in about ten different martial arts."

Ichigo came and pulled Grimmjow's bag away from him, hoping it would get him to calm down. Grimmjow glared at Ichigo, but dropped himself onto a bench, shoulders slumped over as he leaned over.

"What is up between you and Ulquoirra?" Ichigo asked.

Grimmjow was silent for so long Ichigo wasn't sure he was going to answer. When he did speak, his voice had a serious tone that Ichigo had never heard before. "We went to high school together. Hated each other almost instantly. He was such an arrogant prick, always thinking he was better than everything. Always so fucking above it all. Well, he was teacher's pet, too, and eventually he got me kicked off the football team. Couldn't play until I got to college."

Ichigo didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't really say anything. He leaned against the lockers, watching as Grimmjow visibly calmed down. He wondered if that was the reason Grimmjow had ended up going to that university in Irokawa, instead of some place better known for their football team. . . if he hadn't been playing in high school, than it made sense that none of the big college football teams would have scouted him.

Grimmjow seemed a lot calmer now, so Ichigo decided to ask him the next question. "What did he say to you today?"

"Said that I should enjoy you while I could, cause he'd take you away from me too."

Ichigo wanted to ask about the 'too' in that sentence, but it didn't seem like the right time to do it. There was a frankness to Grimmjow's admittance that had embarrassed them both, a little bit.

Before Ichigo could think of a response he felt Grimmjow's hand around his wrist, pulling him forward with a gentle tug. He stumbled forward a few steps, just so he was right in front of Grimmjow. Then he felt a strange blush rising to his face as Grimmjow bent down and pressed a kiss around his wrist. Ichigo shuddered as Grimmjow licked and sucked at the flesh there, then pressed another kiss on his skin, this time a little bit farther up. A small tug and a kiss, a tug and a kiss. By the time Grimmjow had reached Ichigo's elbow, Ichigo was straddling Grimmjow's lap, legs kneeling on the wooden bench.

Grimmjow's arms came to support him behind his legs, pulled him forward even further. Ichigo's hands buried themselves in the soft hair at the back of Grimmjow's neck. He closed his eyes, breath hitching. Ichigo could feel Grimmjow nuzzle against his groin, could feel Grimmjow's tongue come out to lick at his fabric-covered erection. Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow mouthed him through the fabric, the heat of Grimmjow's mouth pressing the shaft of his cock. Grimmjow licked and nuzzled him through Ichigo's pants for several moments, until he was uncomfortably hard. Then that mouth withdrew, and Grimmjow's fingers pulled down his zipper.

Grimjow pulled Ichigo's pants and boxers down to the middle of Ichigo's thighs, freeing Ichigo's cock before taking it inside his mouth. Ichigo's mouth opened in a silent "o" as he was completely enveloped in wet heat. His hands tightened in Grimmjow's hair and his hips thrust forward a little. It felt so amazing, having Grimmjow's mouth suck on him like this.

Grimmjow pulled his head back and forth on Ichigo's cock, bobbing as he sucked on it. He moved one hand towards the cleft of Ichigo's ass and slipped his fingers inside, feeling for that small hole. Soon the tips of his fingers brushed against it. He could feel it open for him in response, eager for what was to come next. He slid just two fingertips in, and Ichigo's hole seemed to pull him in the rest of the way, swallowing his fingers in one gulp.

Ichigo's whole body seemed to shudder in pleasure with the intrusion, his hands tightening to pull on Grimmjow's hair almost painfully. Grimmjow scissored his fingers, twisted them, massaging Ichigo's insides. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and his mouth away at the same time, leading Ichigo to make a small noise of disappointment.

Grimmjow tugged on Ichigo's pants, and the smaller man got the message. He stood up and helped Grimmjow pull them off the rest of the way. Before they could do anything else, though, Ichigo got on his knees between Grimmjow's legs, spreading them to make way for his body. He placed a hand on Grimmjow's bound erection, kneading it through his pants. Grimmjow gave a little grunt of satisfaction before Ichigo undid his pants.

Ichigo used both hands to pull out Grimmjow's cock from the side of his jock strap, handling it as though it was a religious artifact. It was hard and heavy, thick enough that there were still inches of space between his thumb and fingers when he tried to wrap a hand around it. Ichigo didn't know if it was because Grimmjow's balls were so large, but he always shot a ridiculous amount of cum, and right now it was dripping with pre-cum. The drops of white liquid would ooze out Grimmjow's slit, where they formed perfect pearls for just one second. Then they would flatten, disperse into liquid, and drip down the underside of Grimmjow's cock.

Ichigo licked his lips as he ran his hands over the hot flesh of Grimmjow's shaft. The man really did have a gorgeous cock; Ichigo hadn't been able to deny that since the day that they had met. He moved forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of it, his lips becoming moist with a bead of pre-cum. Then he ran his tongue around the head, licking up all of Grimmjow's tangy taste. After that he opened his mouth and sucked the whole head of it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as best he could.

He moved a hand to cup one of Grimmjow's large balls, feeling the heavy weight of it settle in his palm. He kneaded it in his hand as he moved his head forward, feeling his throat expand inch by inch around that thick monster. He was used to this, though, and it wasn't long before he had the whole thing inside his mouth. Rough hairs tickled his nose, and he breathed in deeply, inhaling Grimmjow's masculine musk.

After taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of having his mouth and throat so full of cock, Ichigo pulled off a little, then back on again. He fucked his mouth with Grimmjow's cock, bobbing his head back on forth of it. Grimmjow's hand came to the side of his head, hot palm pressing lightly against his cheek as fingers ran through his hair. Eventually he saw Grimmjow's abdominal muscles tighten, just minutely, and realized the man was going to come. Ichigo pulled completely off Grimmjow's cock and opened his mouth wide, both his hands coming to stroke Grimmjow to completion. Grimmjow gave a grunt, and Ichigo watched as thick jets of cum shot out of his cock and into Ichigo's mouth, to land on his waiting tongue. He tried to catch all of it, but some of it overflowed from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. As soon as the last jet landed in his mouth, Ichigo moved forward and swallowed Grimmjow in one gulp, sucking as hard as he could. He kept sucking until he was sure Grimmjow wouldn't go limp, and then he moved off.

Grimmjow's hands reached for his waist, but Ichigo was already standing up. He raised his arms up as Grimmjow slid his shirt off, then dropped it somewhere on the floor near his pants. Completely nude, Ichigo laid on his back on the cold wooden bench. Grimmjow was sitting in between his legs, one leg straddling either side of the bench. Grimmjow pulled him forward, so that the backs of his legs were draped over Grimmjow's thighs. Ichigo could feel the tip of Grimmjow's cock press against him, could feel his hole twitch in anticipation.

"How do you want it?" Grimmjow asked, voice hoarse with need. Ichigo could barely answer.

"Long and slow."

Indeed, Grimmjow entered him with an almost unbearable slowness, before pulling out at the exact same pace. Being fucked this way, while excruciating, felt amazing in its own way. Ichigo could enjoy every centimeter of Grimmjow's cock as it entered him, could feel his hole being stretched around it bit by bit. He swore that it heightened the sensation, that sense of anticipation. After awhile, though he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Harder," Ichigo said, panting, "fuck me harder."

Grimmjow was more than happy to oblige the request. His hands gripped onto Ichigo's waist as he started to slam into him. The sound of their flesh slapping together with each thrust filled the room, together with their grunts and moans and heavy breathing. Ichigo gave a cry every time Grimmjow's powerful ass muscles slammed into him, driving his huge cock inside with all the force of a bullet. It hurt, but it felt so good. Ichigo clenched and tightened his ass muscles around Grimmjow's cock, trying to get it deeper inside of him.

"Touch yourself," Grimmmjow said. "I want to see you playing with your cute dick."

A wave of pleasure shot through Ichigo as his hand wrapped around his cock. He started jerking on it, each stroke bringing him closer to orgasm. In the back of his mind he heard a clatter from the side of the locker room. Something inside him warned him that someone had walked in, someone had seen him getting pounded into a locker room bench, but right now Ichigo couldn't even bring himself to care. He was lost in the pleasure Grimmjow's dick was giving him. Grimmjow grunted, and Ichigo felt his insides being filled with hot liquid. The wet, sticky sensation was enough to make him cum, spilling himself all over his hand even as he continued to masturbate himself.

Grimmjow leaned over Ichigo, resting his weight on Ichigo's chest even as they stayed connected. Ichigo brought his hands up to knead the strong muscles of Grimmjow's back and shoulders, enjoying this strangely intimate moment as their breathing evened out. Then Grimmjow's phone rang. Ichigo cringed as Grimmjow pulled out with a wet plop and took out his phone.

"The manager," Grimmjow said, scowling.

Ichigo frowned at that, and went to collect his clothes. The call didn't last long. Grimmjow didn't even really say anything, just hung up after a few seconds.

"She wants to see me in her office. Now."

The two men made themselves presentable as quickly as they could before heading up to her office. Neither one seemed to be looking forward to the meeting, for good reason. The league officials had probably decided what to do about Grimmjow. The manager would, most likely, be furious. Ichigo wondered if Grimmjow could be fired over something like this. . . he couldn't remember what the provisions in his contract were. He didn't think so, but still.

All too soon they found themselves in front of the manager's office. Grimmjow opened the door, Ichigo followed.

"Oh," the manager said, sitting behind her desk, "Ichigo. I didn't know you were here too."

Ichigo quickly averted his eyes from the manager's heaving bosom. He didn't know why she was always wearing such low cut clothes, and leaning over like that. "Hey, Rangiku."

To both their surprise, though, Rangiku seemed pretty happy. At the very least, she didn't look any different from usual. She smiled at them before gesturing for them to sit.

"Don't worry," Rangiku said, "why do you two look so tense? I won't bite. Unless you want me to."

Rangiku laughed at her cheesy joke before getting back to business at hand. "Sorry, sorry, I got too excited when I saw two nubile young men in front of me. At any rate, thanks to these-"

And here Rangiku grabbed her boobs and pushed them together.

"-Grimmy's only suspended for one more game. Those old perverts in the league are easy to deal with. So turn that frown upside down, Tiger, you'll be back in commission before you know it."

Rangiku winked at Grimmjow, who did seem relieved to hear the news. It startled Ichigo, the thought that Grimmjow had been worried over the league decision. It didn't seem like the other man to care about anything. But, then again, when it came to football Grimmjow was always serious. Ichigo guessed that he really did love the sport.

"So he's out for the Sendai game?" Ichigo asked, just to clarify.

Rangiku nodded. "It should be an easy enough win, even without Grimmjow. Just think of it as a little vacation."

That wasn't a bad idea. Ichigo had to go to Sendai anyway, to meet with that skier who could possibly need an agent. If Grimmjow still wanted to go, maybe they could have some time to relax as well. It would be good for Grimmjow, a small break in the middle of the season. The perfect way to cool his head off after what happened with Ulquoirra.

"Of course," Rangiku said, "you'll still need to apologize. Hold a press conference, say you've repented for your behavior, the standard stuff."

"No way I'm apologizing to that asshole," Grimmjow snarled, angry all over again.

Rangiku sighed at the outburst, but seemed otherwise unfazed. "Look, kid, I've got your back, but there's limits, you know? If you don't want the league on your ass, watching your every move during the games, you'll apologize. I'll leave it up to you."

"And what about endorsements?" Ichigo asked Grimmjow, knowing he couldn't rationalize with him but trying anyway. "Public perception is key. If fans think you're a violent jerk, no one's going to want to make a deal with you."

"I never cared about any of that bullshit anyway," Grimmjow said.

Ichigo cringed, wondering what he was going to do about his problem client. At any rate, it would take a few days before they found out what the effects of this altercation were. Hopefully people would just gloss over it.

Rangiku sent Ichigo a sympathetic look. She raised her hands in the air, washing herself of the matter. "I think that this is between the both of you. At any rate, have a nice vacation."

"Yeah," Grimmjow grunted, getting up. "I'll do that."

He started walking towards the door, and Ichigo got up to go after him.

"I'll see you later, Rangiku."

"Sure, kid. Good luck with that one; he's certainly a live wire."

She didn't know the half of it.


Next chapter: The boys go to a hot spring in Sendai, and we find out who walked in on Grimm and Ichi.