Crazy Love
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or any characters.
This is Grimmjow and Ichigo yaoi. If you don't like then get the (bleep) off this story. There will also be some mystery pairings along the way. Enjoy! ^-^
Just one more day then I can finally get some time to myself. Thought twenty-one year old doctor, Ichigo Kurosaki. Walking home to the family clinic, Ichigo was contemplating what he was going to do about all the injuries that were being brought to him. Every time he turned around there was someone getting hurt. And to top it all off there have been a series of fights and attacks breaking out all over Kurakura Town. Mostly from the rival gangs going at each other for territory. After a few minutes, Ichigo got home before it got too dark to be out.
"Ugh, home sweet home." I grumbled under my breath. Right when I was about to open the door, my crazy ass father slams the door open and lunges at me like a bat out of hell. "ICHIGO MY SON I DO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOUUUU!" Right when he was about to hit me square in the face, I kicked him dead in his stomach. "Watch it goat face!" After that dad went and ran over to my mom's life sized picture crying "MASAKI MY LOVE OUR SON IS BEING SO CRUEL!" But as usual I paid no attention to it.
"Welcome home Ichi-nii!" My little sister Yuzu greeted me. "Hey Ichi-nii." My other little sister Karin said. "Hey you two." Ichi-nii, do you want your dinner now or do you want me to put it up for later?" Asked Yuzu. I'll get it later, thanks. I'm going to bed so keep goat face out of my room please." Sure Ichi-nii goodnight." The twins said in unison. "Night." As I went up the stairs to my room I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come and get it over with.
Striping off my clothes, I stood in nothing but my black boxers. Laying out what I would wear for the next day, I got everything settled. Pulling the covers back and lying in bed, I let sleep over come me and fell into a dreamless rest.
The Next Day
I woke up at seven in the morning to the sounds of someone banging on the door. I was freaking pissed. I don't go into work until eleven and someone decides to go and be a fucking bastard and wake me up! "Damn it!" I growled. Kicking the sheets off of my legs and climbing out of bed, I threw on a pair of sweats and a shirt and ran down stairs.
Opening the door and saying "What the fuck do you want?" I noticed there was an injured man trying to hold himself up. Correction a very sexy injured man. Deep bluish green eyes stared up into my brown ones and before I could say anything else he lost his footing and fell into my arms unconscious.
Of all the things to happen this had to be the most unexpected. After lugging the big oaf to the medical part of the house, I took his shirt of and looked him over. I found several lacerations and cuts all over his body. "What the hell did you get into?" I said to myself. After cleaning up the open wounds and bandaging them up, I checked to see if he had any broken bones or anything of the sort. Luckily I found none.
Once I finished cleaning up the area I took the time to look the mysterious man over. His body was built very nicely and he looked of only pure muscle. Looking back up to his face I noticed he had blue hair. WAIT BLUE HAIR THE FUCK? There is no way that it's natural. But besides the hair something else drew me back to his chest. On his side was a gothic six tattoo.
As my hand traced the tattoo, I didn't notice when a certain someone woke up. I didn't notice when his eyes watched my hand movements with a predatory leer. And I certainly didn't notice the glint of mischief that came across his face. If only I did then wouldn't have been in the situation I was currently going to be facing.
Next thing I know I'm the one on the bed and the once injured man on top of me. Shocked I looked into unusual but beautiful blue eyes as they stared back into mine. Smirking, the man leant down some and whispered, "Hi there, having fun? Cuz I sure Am." He blew cool air in my ear, making me shiver from the feeling. Apparently he liked my reaction from what I could tell. If it was even humanly possible his smirk grew wider making him look like the cat that caught the canary. If only I wasn't so oblivious to some things then I wouldn't have been caught by this man of pure lust and dangerous yet intense web of cat and mouse.
