Chapter 13

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And I'm back people! Here is a new chapter, hope you had a great weekend and enjoy the chapter.

P.S. Happy birthday Ichigo <3

What makes a decision right or wrong? Good or bad? When there are two sides to each story, each believing they are on the right side, how can you even choose?

Grimmjow believed that he did the right thing, to the last bone in his body. Ichigo's safety was more important than anything, he worked so hard to prove himself and his power to soul society, to have his family safe and the panther will be damned if he jeopardized that.

But yet, his heart yearned for the ginger, his body craved to touch his strong muscles and soft skin. Sleeping was the best part of the panther's day, he would dream of Ichigo as he slept. He dreamt of Ichigo laughing, smiling at him, looking at him with that soft look that melted his heart or moaning from the pleasure the blue head gave him as their bodies connected as one.

And as much as he wanted to fall asleep now, go back to that perfect dream world where he would be rejoined with his ginger, sleep wasn't giving him that courtesy; his eyes just wouldn't close even though he was very exhausted from a long day of training and following Tia's orders. The thought that she was doing it on purpose, giving him a list of none ending orders to push him to leave Las Noches and back to the world of the living, played in his mind. She was devious to some extent and such move wasn't too farfetched.

No matter how many thoughts passed through his mind, they led him back to a certain one...Ichigo. It was a few days ago since they last met. The bruise on his cheek faded too quickly to his liking, it was the last thing the ginger gave him before they parted. If it was up to him he would let it be there, one last memory. Not that he needed something to remind him of the ginger. He was thinking about him too much that his body moved to its own accords, got dressed and left his chamber.

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Ichigo was coming out of the office after continues twenty hours of work. He was spending so much time there that his boss was now begging him to leave and get some rest, he even gave him the following three days off so he could rest. He stretched his stiff muscles and was about to head home only to bump into something hard "Watch where you're going idiot" Kensei complained holding his forehead in pain.

For a second there Ichigo was happy to see a familiar face after the isolation he put himself through, until he remembered that his life went up in smokes because of him and his 'friends' in soul society. "What the hell do you want?" the ginger didn't even offer a greeting still angry about what happened. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners? That's not how you greet friends"

Ichigo only scowled at him "Who says we are friends?" that made Kensei sigh "You're still on about that? You know I had nothing to do with what happened, and I was on your side the whole time" The ginger only rolled his eyes in annoyance "yeah thanks for your help" he turned to leave but was stopped by the hand on his shoulder "Come on Ichigo! You can't hold a grudge against us forever" He spoke in a soft tone that annoyed the ginger because he was right. Ichigo wasn't that kind of person; he was loving and forgiving, always.

"How about we go for a drink?" Kensei offered. With a sigh and an incoherent grumble Ichigo nodded "You're buying" He lead the way to the bar close to his office that he would go to whenever he felt the need to fall asleep fast.

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Drinks were flowing at the two males table and after a couple of drinks Ichigo became chattier than he ever was. The ginger talked about his troubles at work while Kensei complained about the lazy subordinates who tried to skip their work. Somehow their conversation turned to the whole trial incident, the captain explained how he was against the whole thing, and that he hated that law "It's stupid to dictate people's lives in that way" he spoke in a sluggish tone with the alcohol taking effect. Ichigo raised his cup in response agreeing with him.

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