Betrayal

Chapter 2

The following night Ichigo could be found inside the club Hueco Mundo. He was sat at the bar, nursing a drink and occasionally glancing between his watch and the door. He had been waiting for almost an hour now for this Grimmjow to appear, and he was started to get impatient. Shiro was the one who suggested eight was the perfect time and yet it was almost nine now and the man still hadn't shown. He was also starting to attract unwanted attention from some of the less than sober customers in the club. Ichigo had dressed to impress but was attracting the wrong targets.

Downing the rest of his drink, Ichigo ordered another one, figuring he'd be there a while so he might as well enjoy it. The door opened as he was finishing the second drink and as he turned to look at who it was, he almost choked on his drink. The photo Shiro had shown him did no justice to the actual man who had just walked into the bar.

Ichigo actually felt his jaw drop. It took him a moment to realise that he was staring, and that the man had noticed. Their eyes met and Ichigo actually felt his cheeks flush which was surprising, no-one had elicited such a response from him in years. Ducking his head, Ichigo looked down at his drink with a small frown, preoccupied in his own thoughts, he never saw the man approach until he sat down in the stool next to him.

Looking up, Ichigo observed this Grimmjow quickly, he didn't seem to present much danger, but those who were never looked the type. You just had to look at him, he didn't look dangerous in many respects yet sitting there, he could think of at least a dozen ways to kill this man before he could even blink. He came back to the present abruptly, he was supposed to be flirting, not thinking of ways to kill him.

"So..." He started, tilting his head towards Grimmjow and he gave the man an easy smile once gaining his attention again. "What brings you out here?"

Grimmjow too seemed to give him a quick once over before responding. "Same as you I expect, enjoying the night life and trying to find someone to keep company. Tell me," He started, leaning closer and dropped his voice so Ichigo had to lean in as well to hear. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here? Surely you know this isn't the nicest club in the city and you could get hurt if you're not careful or with the wrong people."

Ichigo scoffed, leaning back and raised an eyebrow. "You think I can't take care of myself?" As if scripted, one of the men previously leering at him walked, or rather stumbled, over to the two of them.

He lay a hand on Ichigo's shoulder, leaning in to whisper into the young man's ear. "Hey sweet thing, want to get outta here and have some fun?"

"I'm not interested." He replied cooly, brushing the man off but his grip tightened.

"I can promise you a better time than him." The man jerked his head at Grimmjow, his voice now loud enough that he could hear the conversation. "I bet you like it rough huh? I'll tie you up and give you everything you want."

Ichigo's eyes twitched and he snapped. Whirling round, he grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him into the bar top. Because this place was known for it fights, he wasn't stopped by any of the staff. "Touch me again and I swear I'll rip your dick off and make you eat it." Ichigo told him in a low voice. When he let out a whimper and nodded, Ichigo let him go and resumed his seat as the man made a hasty retreat. "Still think I can't handle myself?"

Grimmjow thankfully looked impressed, not put out or suspicious of his sudden change in attitude. "Remind me not to piss you off." He ordered a drink before speaking again. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"My Uncle, he was nuts about self defence and martial arts. He seemed to think I needed to learn it." Ichigo wasn't exactly lying, his Uncle did train him, but he knew exactly why. If he was to take over the Yakuza, he needed to be proficient at more than handling a gun. "So I learnt karate."