Warning: This story will contain homosexual relations, and other mature theme.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any related Characters or themes, this story is purely fan fiction and in no way relates to the views of Bleach's creators.
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The sound of something breaking filled the flat as a large glass of water mixed with paint slammed to the floor. Ichigo rushed from the room, and Grimmjow followed him out. Ichigo's face was red in anger and tears threatened to fall from his eyes, Grimmjow's jeans and t-shirt was covered in paint, and covered parts of his face and arms.
"I don't want anything to do with you anymore fucking bastard!" Ichigo roared.
"Then get the hell outta my apartment!" Grimmjow roared back throwing Ichigo's coat at him. "Don't come back begging me to take you back either fucking whore!" Grimmjow growled
Ichigo's eyes turned to narrow slits. "Who'd wanna be with a fucking looser like you anyways? You're art's never gonna fucking get you anywhere," Ichigo spat bitterly and Grimmjow gritted his teeth and punched Ichigo hard, smearing pant across Ichigo's cheek.
"Get the fuck out, and don't fucking come back," Grimmjow said.
Ichigo rushed from the flat pulling his coat over his shoulders trying to ignore the sting in his cheek, swearing at himself as it started to rain, soaking him to the bone within a matter of minutes. Ichigo turned up the collar of his coat hunching his shoulders forward to try to keep warmer. He'd have to crash at Ishida's place again, or Chad's which ever one would be up this late at night, most likely Chad. Ichigo touched the back of his hand to his cheek and winced, and curses spilled from his mouth that would've made a sailor blush.
It was the fifth time this month that Grimmjow and him had gotten into a fight, but it was because Grimmjow was struggling, he had a big gallery opening next month, and was working really hard with his paintings, and Ichigo was needy and always bugging him, but they usually would fight, throw a couple punches, then Ichigo would leave for a few days, then Grimmjow would come get Ichigo back, they'd make up, have a nice dinner, and fuck until they passed out, and it'd all start all over again in a week or two.
Ichigo closed his eyes. ' Why do I always get myself into fucked up relationships with artist?' Ichigo thought rubbing his nose as he sniffed. ' First Ulquiorra in high school.... Renji in college.... and now Grimmjow.... What the fuck is wrong with me?' Ichigo slumped against the side of a building and slid to the ground; his head hurt, he hadn't slept in a few days, struggling with his own work, and fighting with Grimmjow had seen to that. Ichigo bent his knees, resting his arms on them, then his head rested on his arms. He didn't care that it was November, that the rain was freezing cold, or that he was sitting on the sidewalk with no place to go. 'Fuck it,' Ichigo thought breathing heavily.
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A shadow moved over Ichigo's soaked sleeping form, then red end of a slim cane tapped against his foot. The man that knelt down in front of him, had long jet black hair in corn rows down to his shoulders, white sun glasses covered his eyes. He had dark skin that contrasted the long white coat he wore and the orange scarf around his neck, that hung down his back. He seemed very well off, by the look of his clothing and the way he held himself.
"What did ya find Tousen?" A voice asked in amusement and the dark skinned man looked towards the voice.
Tousen's head cocked slightly, listening to Ichigo's breathing. "He's been out in the rain for a while," Tousen said. " Most likely since last night,"
"So? Whadda wan' me ta do?"
"Carry him to the car, please Gin," Tousen said picking up the large shinning case he'd set down on the side walk.
"Alrigh'," Gin walked over, and picked Ichigo up with ease. "He sure is ligh'," Gin chuckled shifting Ichigo against him and to the black BMW waiting at the curb. Gin shifted Ichigo into the seat, before taking the case from Tousen, and letting Tousen into the car.
Gin put the case into the trunk, then walked to the passenger side of the car, and got in. "We're ready to go Aizen," Gin said looking at the brown haired man in the driver's seat.
"What's with the kid?" Aizen asked glancing in the rear view mirror.
"Ya know how Tousen can be," Gin said shrugging. "Felt bad fer the kid, Tousen'll probably give him food an' some clean clothes before letting 'im go,"
"Let's hope so, Tousen doesn't need some brat messing with him, he has a gallery opening to prepare for," Aizen said getting onto the highway and speeding up.
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Ichigo woke slowly confused, as he felt a soft bed beneath him, and warm blanket wrapped around him. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, it was simple, the walls were painted light blue, almost white, the carpet was thick and also light blue. There was a large dresser opposite the bed, with the door leading into the hall to the right of it. A desk was next to the bed's left side, in front of a large set of bay windows. To the right of the bed, a door that opened into a large white marble bathroom.
Ichigo sat up slowly, and put his hand on his head as the memories of last night's fight with Grimmjow filled his head. Ichigo sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. ' Where the hell am I? Did some freak pick me up?' Ichigo slowly got out of the bed, he was dressed in a pair of silk pajama pants that were to big, and hung low on his hips, and a matching button up shirt, that was half unbuttoned and hung off his shoulders
Ichigo walked into the hall, confused as a strange sound filled his ears, it sounded like metal hitting rock... he thought. Ichigo's brow furrowed as he made his way towards the sound through the maze like white halls, as the sound got louder and louder. He opened the door into a large empty room, except for a large block of black marble that lay in the center of the room, pieces of it scattered around the floor on top of a large tarp that covered the floor. Ichigo moved slowly around the edge of the room, until he found what he was looking for, the source for the sound.
A dark skinned man, chipping away at the marble slowly. His bare chest was covered in a fine coat of dust, but Ichigo could see he was very fit, muscular but not bulky. He was taller then Ichigo by a few inches, older too. His eyes were closed as he worked, and Ichigo wondered how he could see to carve, and why he wasn't afraid that he was going to cut his hand with the sharp tools he was working with.
"Did you sleep well?" The man asked and Ichigo jumped. "I didn't mean to frighten you," He said smiling softly and turned his face towards Ichigo, and opened his eyes, revealing that they were completely white and slightly cloudy.
"I-It's alright," Ichigo said blushing. "I didn't mean to disturb your work, I just heard, and was curious,"
"It's alright," The man said. "My name is Tousen," He smiled.
"Really?" Ichigo asked "I've studied your work before, it-... it's absolutely amazing,"
"I'm honored," Tousen said with a nod.
"My name's Ichigo, I work for the Seireitei Art Gallery," Ichigo said.
"So you are a fan of the arts, that's good. Are you an artist yourself?" Tousen asked.
"I can only pretend," Ichigo said and Tousen chuckled, making Ichigo blush more. "I don't have the hands for art, I just have the eyes for it, that's all,"
"Well, art has nothing to do with eyes or hands, I can assure you," Tousen said setting his tools down on the small table next to him, and walked towards Ichigo. "It's all in your soul," Tousen said. "Come, you must be hungry, lunch should be just about ready by now," He said.
"I really shouldn't," Ichigo said following Tousen from the room.
"Why not?" Tousen said. "I insist, as my guest. I'd like to learn what you think of art," Tousen said with another smile.
"Alright," Ichigo said blushing more, watching as Tousen made his way down the stairs. "Can I ask you something?"
"Am I truly blind?" Tousen asked and Ichigo blushed more.
"I-I'm sorry that's rude," Ichigo said.
Tousen smiled again. "It's alright, and yes, I truly see nothing but black," He answered walking down another long hall.
"Then how do you... do what you do if you can't see?" Ichigo asked.
" Like I said before, you don't need eyes to make art," Tousen said. "Life to me is art, so I don't need eyes to live," Tousen stopped in a large kitchen.
"I was wondering when you'd show yourself Tousen," A brown haired man said. "Lunch is ready, please sit down,"
"Thank you Aizen," Tousen said, and held his hand out for Ichigo to sit first, when he heard Ichigo sit, Tousen took his seat.
"So, young man, what is your name?" Aizen asked putting a plate of food in front of Ichigo.
"It's Ichigo," Ichigo said.
"It's Japanese isn't it?" Aizen asked. "I believe it means Strawberry,"
"Yea," Ichigo said blushing.
"Rather cute for a boy don't you think?" Aizen chuckled
"My mom named me," Ichigo said.
"Ichigo works at the Seireitei gallery," Tousen said and Aizen raised an eyebrow. "And he's a fan of my work,"
"Really, well, we'll have to see how much of a fan he really is," Aizen said with a smile. "We could take him into the gallery after lunch, let him see some of your original pieces,"
Ichigo's eyes grew wide and he looked at Tousen, then at Aizen. "Really?" He asked.
"I don't mind," Tousen said.
"I'd really love to see you original pieces, I've only ever gotten to see replicas and photos," Ichigo said. Tousen smiled.
"Very well, after lunch then," Tousen said.
"G-great," Ichigo said and Tousen again smiled.
Aizen walked over to the counter, a strange look in his eyes, but he didn't show it to Ichigo, and Tousen couldn't see it.
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After lunch Tousen lead Ichigo through the maze like halls again, to a set of large dark stained double doors, and stepped aside.
"Please, you first," Tousen said.
Ichigo stepped forward, and swung the doors open slowly, and stepped into the room carefully. "Amazing...." Ichigo said looking around the large room full of statues, sculptures, and paintings that filled the room, lined the walls. Ichigo looked up, there was a second level, filled with even more art.
"Don't be afraid to look around, you can touch the pieces if you'd like as well, that is the best way to see art anyways," Tousen said stepping behind Ichigo who looked over his shoulder at Tousen.
"Are you sure?" Ichigo asked.
"Very," Tousen said.
Ichigo stepped further into the room, reaching out, to let his fingertips brush over the statues as he walked around them, examining them. "These are perfect," Ichigo breathed and looked at Tousen, who had taken a seat, in one of two large arm chairs in the corner. "This is wonderful, thank you for letting me see these," Ichigo said.
"You're welcome," Tousen said.
Ichigo stopped at one statue, and stared up at it. "This is your first piece isn't it? Crimson Cricket," Ichigo looked at Tousen who had stood and walked over to him.
"Yes," Tousen said placing his hand also on the statue, his fingers brushing over Ichigo.
"You completed this piece when you were in high school," Ichigo said closing his eyes and inhaled slowly. "This is truly amazing," Ichigo said running his fingers over the curves of the statue, until he realized his hand move over Tousen's and he pulled away quickly and opened his eyes. "I'm sorry,"
"It's fine, I don't mind," Tousen said smiling.
"I s-should really go, I've taken up enough of your time," Ichigo said. "I have work tonight anyways," Ichigo bowed at his waist. "Thanks you for taking care of me," He said and rushed from the room, leaving Tousen alone. Tousen closed his blind eyes and closed his hand into a fist, relishing in the warmth that Ichigo's fingers had left on his skin, keeping the feeling of warmth and perfect feel of Ichigo's smooth nimble fingers.
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Ichigo rushed from the large house, down the long walk way, and out the large gates, and ran until he was sure he was far enough away, then stopped, doubling over, with his hands on his knees to catch his breath and sighed heavily. 'I am such... an idiot... That w-was Kaname Tousen, and he was letting me see all of his art, and I was an idiot and ran out.... What the hell is wrong with me?' Ichigo turned, he could still see the large white house in the distance, but was afraid to go back, even though he'd left his coat there. Ichigo groaned and shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, at least he had his wallet, and could catch a bus back to his apartment and still make it to work on time....
"What happened to your face?"
Ichigo sighed looking down at Rukia. "It's nothing," Ichigo said.
"It look like Grimmjow punched you pretty hard last night," Rukia said pulling herself up to sit on the end of Ichigo's desk.
"You're lucky I'm not working on a piece of art, or you'd have just lost your job," Ichigo said glaring up at her before returning to his paper work.
"So you two did get into another fight," Rukia crossed her arms, and her legs hooked at her ankles as she swung them slowly. "Why do you keep shacking up with dill weeds like him?" Rukia asked. "Why don't you go with a nice guy like Chad?"
"Because Chad's an athlete, I like artist," Ichigo said.
"But Chad's not gonna break your face," Rukia said. "That guy is head over heels for you, he'd jump in front of a train to save your life," Rukia leaned forward. "Did you and Grimmjow break up this time? For real?"
"I'll let you know in a few days," Ichigo said quietly and Rukia frowned.
"You're too good for him!" Rukia snapped slipping off Ichigo's desk and stormed away, her dress flaring out.
Ichigo sighed and returned to his paper work before his 5 o'clock appointment got there in twenty minutes.......
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End of Chapter 1
I know this chapter is rather short, but it's just to kinda get the feel of the story, and kinda let you guys see if you'll even like the story, or the couple.
So here it is Chapter 1 of Art is Blind.
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