Summary: Ichigo and Grimmjow discuss the fundamentals of romance -One Shot-
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns the rights to Bleach and all related characters
Grimmjow sat quietly on the couch, his eyes trained on the small mouse a few feet away. For 10 minutes, it had been eating crumbs from the night before and now it was simply scouting the messy living room. The man paid no mind to the last fact however. It was messy because he liked it messy. Things were easier to find for him and he didn't have to work as hard to get them.
His roommate on the other hand, didn't like to idea of only imagining they had carpet. Walking out of the kitchen, Ichigo had a pair of blue boxers in his hands, glaring at the other.
"Grimmjow, can you please pick up your underwear?" Ichigo asked, tossing the man the item in question. "I found this stuck in the coffee machine." Grimmjow caught the underwear, tossing it elsewhere.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your hair in a knot."
"I'm serious. Every morning I wake up to the smell of feet and burnt eggs." Grimmjow rolled his eyes, Ichigo plopping next to him.
"Why do you want everything to be so neat? It's just an apartment." Ichigo sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I think it reflects our relationship." A long pause followed. Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, his eyebrow raising ever so slowly.
"...How in the Hell did you come up with that?" He asked. "Is that how you see the both of us? As a shitty, enclosed room with a questionable stench in the air?" Ichigo scowled at him, standing up again.
"No, actually in a completely different way."
"Enlighten me." Ichigo paced around, tapping his chin in thought.
"You see...relationships are like your living space. It can stand on its own just fine. But when nothing is done to change anything, like the interior, then the room cannot grow in interest or quality. In a relationship, you can just be friends in the least. But if nothing is done to make it more, then it will always be just a friendly situation among people." Grimmjow nodded, considering his words.
"So...our apartment is telling us that we don't have a stable relationship?"
"Well it could end up that way if you don't pick up after yourself." Grimmjow sighed, staring off to the side for a few minutes. The two became silent, Ichigo quietly busing himself with a broom. If he was going to get something done that day, it was finding that damn carpet. It wasn't until about a half an hour later that Grimmjow spoke again.
"I don't think it reflects the sex." He mumbled. Ichigo stopped sweeping, eying Grimmjow.
"What?"
"Sex." Grimmjow repeated, looking around the room. "Sure, this room may reflect a standard relationship, but it doesn't do a nearly good enough job on describing the sexual aspect."
"Care to share your thoughts?" Ichigo asked, placing the broom to lean on the nearest wall, his arms crossed loosely. Grimmjow scrunched up his face in thought.
"Well..." he began. "...Sex is like...a light bulb."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah...at first, it's pretty inviting." he described, getting up from his seat and walking towards Ichigo. "You warm up to it quickly, but if you get to close to the source, you realize it tends to burn you pretty badly. So you take a few days to recover from the initial hurt and eventually decide it's not for you. Other people however, strive through the pain until one day, they have the perfect fit." Grimmjow smiled, close enough to wrap his arms around Ichigo's waist. "Then they realize that sex, no matter how awkward or disturbing it sounds to people, has it's warmth and comfort that can heal a soul." Ichigo looked up at him, a smirk growing on his face.
"Is that so?" he said, tilting his head to the side. "Then why is it that some people do it in the dark?" Grimmjow gave a light chuckle.
"To save energy for tomorrow, duh."
THE END