So I got a lot of reviews of people who were unhappy with how I wrote Troisième Partie, so I wrote this alternate ending. I hate it with every fiber of my being, and it probably sucks monkey balls because my heart just isn't in it. But if it appeases people who didn't understand what I was going for with the original ending, then whatever. I don't really care about this anymore anyway.

La Fin Alternative

Ichigo groaned carnally, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck as the older man thrusted into him brutally. Ichigo was reeling; he couldn't believe he'd actually let Grimmjow fuck him against a goddamn wall, but the blue haired Adonis could be very convincing when he wanted something. So here they were, fucking in Grimmjow's office.

"Say my name, Ichi," Grimmjow commanded.

"Gr-Grimmjow..." Ichigo moaned, obediently. Grimmjow gave a purposeful thrust, attacking his young lover's prostate. Ichigo cried out, digging his nails into Grimmjow's back.

"Louder," he demanded.

"Grimmjow!"

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Grimmjow." Grimmjow smirked before wrapping his hand around Ichigo's straining erection.

"I love you too, Ichi. Cum for me."

Ichigo whimpered pitifully as his cum drenched the small area between him and his lover. Grimmjow growled, giving a few more thrusts before releasing inside Ichigo. He pulled out and lowered Ichigo to the floor. Ichigo kissed him heatedly. He pulled away, resting his forehead against Grimmjow's.

Six blissful months. That's how long Ichigo had been with Grimmjow. He loved everything about him, and he knew Grimmjow felt the same way. That had been enough.

"Are you coming by tonight?" Ichigo asked, as he pulled up his boxers and pants. Grimmjow shook his head no.

"That's why I called you here. Nel's having some kind of bullshit dinner party tonight, so I won't be able to spend time with you. I'm sorry, Ichi."

Ichigo resisted the strong urge to punch something. He really fucking hated sharing his boyfriend with someone else. Call him a douche, but that's how he felt. He still wasn't used to not being the center of attention when it came to his significant other, and the thought that he actually wasn't Grimmjow's number one priority pissed him off.

"It's okay, Grimm. I understand," Ichigo said, monotonously. Grimmjow saw through his façade and pulled him into an embrace.

"No you don't, you brat." Ichigo slapped his arm. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Oh yeah? How?" Grimmjow smiled lecherously.

"How's about I make dinner and then have you for dessert?" Ichigo blushed furiously and then nodded.

"Alright. But I'm holding you to that, lecher." Grimmjow laughed boisterously and kissed Ichigo softly. Ichigo gave a short wave before leaving Grimmjow's office. He nodded to Harribel as he walked by. She gave him a slight nod and returned her attention to her computer screen. If she didn't know before, she knew now. He didn't expect the stoic blonde to rat him and Grimmjow out, especially since there was a long history of love lost between her and Nelliel.

He walked towards the elevator. Pushing the down button, he tapped his foot as he waited. Once the elevator doors opened, Ichigo almost squealed with surprise in a very unmanly fashion at who stood before him.

"L-Lady Odelschwanck..." he said. Nelliel smiled slightly at him.

"Hello, Ichigo. What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I...Grimm, I mean Mr. Jaegerjaquez wanted to talk to me about the trip he's planning for Toushirou." he responded. Thank God or some other deity that may or may not exist that Grimmjow actually was planning to take Toushirou on a trip to see his grandmother in Germany.

"Oh. Well, nice seeing you. You should get back since Toushirou is alone now." Nelliel said. She stepped around him and headed in the direction of Grimmjow's office.

Well, shit. He was caught and he knew it. There was no way Nelliel would be dumb enough to fall for that bullshit excuse. He sighed as he stepped onto the elevator.

Shit was about to go down.


Later that day, Ichigo stood outside of the double doors leading to Nelliel's office. He clenched his fists in frustration. He really didn't want to be around her right now, especially since his encounter with her earlier. The way he'd looked into her eyes and lied about what he'd done with her husband made the orange head completely disgusted with himself. He definitely didn't want to sit face-to-face with the wife of his current lover and chat about the lessons he'd been helping their son with.

He pushed the door open and walked inside, taking a seat in front of Nelliel's desk. She looked up at him from some paperwork she'd been studying and smirked. Ichigo had come to loathe that snooty little smirk with every fiber of his being. It's like she was mocking him, even if she didn't know what was going on. But he was really getting the feeling that she did.

"Good afternoon, Ichigo. I trust that everything is going well?" she asked. Ichigo nodded. He felt nauseated. "That's good to know. Toushirou is doing exceptionally with all his lessons, thanks to you. You really are something else, Ichigo."

"Uh, thank you, Lady Odelschwanck." Ichigo said, nervously. This woman was really starting to creep him out.

"You've been working here for six months, and you still call me that? Oh I thought we'd be on better terms by now, especially since we have so much in common." She laced her fingers together, resting her chin on her hands. Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"Like what, may I ask?"

"Well, we both have unusual names and hair colors. We both are fluent in three languages; I speak Italian and German and you speak French and Spanish along with Japanese. And we both have excellent taste in general." Ichigo got the feeling that taste that she was referring to wasn't general at all.

"All of that is true, Lady Odelschwanck, but I am your subordinate, so I will continue to address you as my superior." he cautiously said.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Ichigo Kurosaki?" she bluntly asked, her gaze suddenly darkening. Ichigo froze. Just what the hell was wrong with this woman?

"What do you mean, Lady Odelschwanck?" Nelliel smiled that creepy smile that didn't reach her grey eyes.

"I mean do you think I'm lacking intelligence or common sense? Do you think I'm dazed and unable to think clearly? Do you think I'm an idiot? A moron? A boob?" Ichigo squirmed under her gaze. He didn't respond to any of her questions. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn't move. "Answer the question, Ichigo Kurosaki. Do you think I'm stupid?" Ichigo suddenly felt extremely fidgety.

"No, not at all." he said, fighting the urge to run out of the room like he'd stolen something. Well, technically he had stolen something from Nelliel. He'd stolen her husband's heart.

"Well, it's good that someone recognizes my intelligence. Because apparently, my husband thinks I'm as dumb as a sack of hammers," she said. She flipped her emerald hair over her shoulder while still smiling at Ichigo. "But he knows where he belongs. And he'll always come back, no matter how far he strays. Want to know why, Ichigo Kurosaki?"

Ichigo didn't say anything, hoping Nelliel would take it as a rejection to her question. She didn't.

"It's because he made a promise. He made a promise to me, and to his parents, and to Toushirou, even before he was born. Grimmjow promised to love and to honor me, for richer or poorer, better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. And a real man never breaks his promises. Not even for a sexy little side piece like you."

Ichigo stared at his lap, clenching his fists until his fingernails dug into his palms painfully. She knew. She'd probably known the whole time, but she didn't bother to get upset with it because she knew Grimmjow wouldn't leave her for Ichigo. Then, Ichigo smirked.

"You're wrong. Grimmjow loves me," he said. Nelliel looked at him for a second and then she threw her head back and laughed. The sound only served to piss Ichigo off further.

"He loves you, you say? Open your eyes, side piece. If he loved you, wouldn't he have divorced me already? Just think about it for a second. If he loves you, why is he still here? I'll answer that myself; it's because he doesn't love you and he never did. You were just a substitute, a replacement. You don't mean anything to him."

Ichigo could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. This woman was a liar. Grimmjow loved him; he told him so almost everyday. Grimmjow wouldn't lie to him, would he? Sure he lied to Nelliel, but Ichigo was different. The only reason Grimmjow hadn't left Nelliel yet was because Ichigo hadn't asked him to. Grimmjow would leave if Ichigo asked.

"You're dismissed, Ichigo Kurosaki," Nelliel said, snidely. "Toushirou is waiting for you."

Ichigo glared at Nelliel's snooty little smirk and stood. Then he smiled his own creepy smile. He enjoyed watching her falter as they stared each other down. He left the office without another word. Yes, Grimmjow would leave if Ichigo asked. He was sure of it.


The next night, Ichigo sat in his living room with Immaculate. He was formulating his plan to get Grimmjow to leave Nelliel for him. He knew Grimmjow would; it was just a matter of how he'd ask him. He was leaning towards a more direct "say you'll leave her or we're not fucking tonight". He looked up at his lover as he entered the room. He smiled and stood, kissing him sensually. Grimmjow's hands roamed all over Ichigo's lithe frame, setting the younger man's libido on fire. But Ichigo had a mission; he had a point to prove.

He broke the kiss and Grimmjow's lips moved to his neck. Ichigo panted, glissading his fingers through Grimmjow's hair.

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo moved one of his hands to Grimmjow's groin. He heard the older man's breath hitch.

"What is it, Ichi?" he asked. Ichigo looked into Grimmjow's darkened cyan eyes.

"I want you to leave her."

Grimmjow's eyes widened as he looked at Ichigo. Ichigo stared back at him, getting angrier with each second that the other man stayed silent.

"Ichi...where is this coming from?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo pulled himself away from him.

"Your wife knows about us. She said you don't love me and you never did. She said I don't mean anything to you. Is that true, Grimmjow?"

"No, Ichi. I do love you, but..."

"Then leave her."

"Ichi, it's not just about her." Grimmjow said, pleading with Ichigo to listen. But Ichigo didn't care anymore. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring Grimmjow down. The older man sighed, running a hand through his blue hair. "Look, I'll think about it, okay?"

Ichigo didn't respond. He was absolutely furious that he hadn't gotten a direct yes from Grimmjow. Then again, he hadn't gotten a direct no either. So he'd been right; all he had to do was ask. He uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around Grimmjow's waist.

"Fine," he said.


"Alright, Shiro. Tell me the quadratic formula."

"X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four times a times c divided by two times a." Ichigo smiled and gave Toushirou a high five.

"You're gonna go far, kid," he said, with a smirk. Toushirou laughed as Ichigo ruffled his snowy locks.

"Ichigo, we're best friends right?" he questioned. Ichigo paused in his actions and stared at the younger boy. Oh, he was gonna feel like shit by the end of this conversation.

"Uh, yeah, Shiro. Of course."

"I wish you could stay with us forever and be my big brother." Toushirou said, looking at Ichigo with his big blue eyes. Ichigo definitely felt like shit. "I was really lonely before you came, Ichigo. But because of you, I'm not alone anymore and I have someone I can call my friend. I'll always be grateful for that."

Oh shit, I'm gonna cry. Ichigo thought. It was then that Ichigo realized what he'd been missing when Grimmjow was speaking to him earlier. It wasn't just about him or Nelliel or Ichigo; it was about Toushirou. He wouldn't just be leaving Nelliel for Ichigo; he'd be leaving Toushirou too. Could Ichigo really ask him to do such a thing? Did he have the right?

"Thanks, Shiro. That really means a lot to me." he said, ruffling the boy's hair once more. Toushirou nodded and returned to his work. Ichigo resisted the urge to sigh.

No. He didn't have the right to ask Grimmjow to leave his family. So why couldn't he just let it go? It was a fact that he was madly in love with Grimmjow, and that his feelings were reciprocated, but in the long run, he wouldn't just be screwing up the relationship between Grimmjow and Nelliel. Ichigo frowned as he seriously started to think about the situation he'd gotten himself into for the first time. This was beyond wrong. It was damn right trifling, and he had to resist the urge to defenestrate himself.

"Are you okay, Ichigo? You look like you're gonna throw yourself out the window." Toushirou said, giving Ichigo an incredulous look. Ichigo shook his head and smiled.

"Everything's fine, Shiro." he said. Toushirou perked back up at his answer.

"Would it be okay if I came over with Yuki later to play with Immaculate?" he asked. Ichigo nodded.

"Sure. Why don't we start your French lesson for today?"

"Alright. Hey, I still remember the phrase you taught me last time!" the young boy responded enthusiastically. Ichigo felt his heart break into a million pieces when the boy enunciated the phrase perfectly. "Ne me quitte pas."


Ichigo paced around his living room, resisting the urge to tear his hair out strand by orange strand. He felt like chickenshit set on fire. He couldn't get the conversation he'd had with Toushirou out of his head. He'd become so close to the boy without even noticing it; to think he saw Ichigo as his only friend, his confidant, and Ichigo was betraying him by sleeping with his father. Who does shit like that? Apparently, he did.

And now Ichigo was asking his father to leave them. Asking Grimmjow to abandon his family, his wife, his son, for him. What kind of person had he become? How could he dare to ask such a thing? He continued to pace, mumbling obscenities under his breath. He stopped in his actions when Grimmjow walked in. He watched the cerulean eyes as they looked him over.

"You look deranged, Ichi." Grimmjow said. Ichigo sighed hanging his head.

"I know." he said. Grimmjow hugged him tightly, tracing patterns on his back with his fingertips.

"I've made my decision." Ichigo felt his heart rate speed up as he waited for Grimmjow to continue. "I'm gonna leave her."

Ichigo's head shot up from where he'd been resting it on Grimmjow's chest. He looked up into Grimmjow's eyes; he knew he was telling the truth. Grimmjow was going to leave Nelliel for him. And he was going to leave Toushirou. He pushed himself from the older man as he felt tears sting his eyes. If he wasn't sure before he was now; Grimmjow loved him. Ichigo hated himself for making Grimmjow choose between him and his son. And to know that Grimmjow chose him only made him feel worse.

"Grimm, wait..."

"What is it, Ichi? This is what you wanted, right?" Ichigo stared at the floor as tears flowed freely down his face. "I love Nelliel, I do. But I love you more, Ichigo. And if leaving her is what I have to do to prove that to you, then I'll do it. I'll leave."

Just then, Toushirou entered the room, an unreadable expression on his face. Ichigo didn't know how much of the conversation he'd heard and was afraid to say anything to him. The boy looked from Ichigo to his father and then back to Ichigo, large turquoise eyes searching for answers. Ichigo was about to speak but he didn't know what to say.

"What is going on here?" the boy asked. Ichigo scratched his head and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie. Toushirou looked at Grimmjow questioningly. "Are you and Mother getting a divorce?"

Ichigo was silent as he waited for Grimmjow to respond to Toushirou's question. He was surprised when his older lover began to speak German. Fucking hell, now he didn't know what he was saying! He watched the exchange, noting the changes in Toushirou's expression as Grimmjow spoke to him. Toushirou spoke back while looking at Ichigo. Ichigo didn't know what to do. What the fuck was happening? Grimmjow turned back towards him and spoke normally again.

"This is what you want, right Ichi? You want to be with me?" he asked. Ichigo nodded his head.

"But, what about..."

"Don't worry, Ichi. He understands." Ichigo looked at Toushirou who was smiling at him.

"If it makes Father happy, then I'm okay with it. You're my best friend, Ichigo." the boy said. Ichigo smiled back at him, ruffling his hair.

"That makes me happy, Shiro."

"I'm gonna go play with Immaculate now." Toushirou said. He left the living room for the patio where Immaculate was.

Grimmjow hugged Ichigo close to him, giving him a soft kiss.

"Je t'aime, Ichigo." he said. Ichigo smirked and punched him in the chest lightly.

"You speak French?"

"Why do you find that so surprising? You think you and Shiro are the only geniuses around here?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo laughed.

"Touché. Je t'aime aussi, Grimmjow."

"I can say it in German too. And Italian. And Russian. And Welsh."

"Alright, I get it, you douche." Ichigo yelled. Grimmjow hugged him tighter and they stayed there, basking in each other's embrace. "I really, really love you, Grimmjow."

"I really, really love you too, Ichigo."