This was just a totally random imagination attack. I was reading yaoi and I suddenly thought, "What if Ichigo was the creator/artist of a yaoi manga?" The result was the first part of this story. Hope you like it!

I stared blankly at the papers in front of me, my finger tapping the desk in annoyance.

"Shit." Writer's blocks were the worst. I was almost done with the manga I was working on, but then my mind blanked out. If this book wasn't done by Friday, my editor, Ogichi Shirosaki, would bust down the door to my house and start screaming his head off. I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I felt another headache coming on.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around my shoulders, making me jump. I turned my head to spot of streak of blue hair. "Grim? What are you doing?"

The bluenet kept hugging me. "I thought you would like to take a break. It's three in the morning. Ichi, you've been up all night."

I pushed him away, but as I turned around to look at him my breath caught in my throat. Grimmjow stood with his arms crossed over his bare chest. I looked at his legs, which were covered with black sweat pants. They sat low on his waist, making me gulp. "C-can't you see I'm busy?"

He raised a blue eyebrow and glanced at my paper. "Yeah, you seem to be working really hard." He said sarcastically.

"I'm having a small writer's block, that's all!" I shot back in defense. "It'll go away in a little while!"

Grimmjow yanked me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me again. "It'll go away after you get some sleep." He whispered, his lips brushing against my cheek. That small act made my face turn as red as my namesake.

I tried to pull away from Grimmjow. "Alright! Alright! I'll try to get some sleep! Just get off of me!"

My response seemed to make him happy and he let go. I sighed and began to clean up my desk, stacking the papers into neat piles. "I'll meet you in the room. I just want to rinse off in the shower."

"Sure thing. But you better make it quick or I might come into the bathroom ta get'cha."

I rolled my eyes as he sauntered out of the room.

After I quickly organized my desk I grabbed a clean tank top and sweatpants and headed over to the bathroom to take my shower. I stripped off my skinny jeans and t-shirt and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. Immediately I was blasted by the freezing cold liquid and I let out a string of curses. My fingers quickly fiddled with the knobs and soon I was sighing in satisfaction as warm water gently sprayed me.

My full name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I graduated at the top of my class from a famous college in the United States of America. Now I sometimes teach classes at Seireitei University in Karakura Town during the day. At night I am the creator and artist of a yaoi manga called The Story of Us, which I write under the pen name Tensa Zangetsu. Life as the creator of a manga could be hard. Sometimes I stayed up for days, not even getting a wink of sleep, and then I would be in a foul mood the next day. But that was before I met Grimmjow.

I met Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez five years ago when I was at a night club with a few of my buddies. We immediately hit it off and became fast friends. Later I admitted to him that I was gay and wrote yaoi manga, but he surprised me by saying that he was also gay. That's when we started dating. To this day he still lives in my house with me.

The water coming from the shower head started getting cold so I turned it off. I slipped into the sweatpants and tank top after I dried off and headed to the bedroom that the bluenet and I shared.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I had to cover my mouth to stop the laughter that wanted to come out. Grimmjow was lying on his back on the bed, snoring away. But his snores were muffled by the white fluffy thing that was sprawled across his face.

Chuckling, I approached the bed and poked the fluffy thing. A small head lifted and looked at me. "Me-row?"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. The white cat looked at me with a confused expression on its face, if a cat could look confused but I don't know, I could be hallucinating, I was extremely tired after all.

Grimmjow jolted awake and sat up so fast that the cat flew off his face and over the side of the bed. I leaned against the wall and clutched onto my sides as I laughed my ass off.

"Wha?" Grimmjow said sleepily, and then heard the hiss from the disgruntled cat. "Oh shit! I'm sorry, Chise!" he called to the cat who had now streaked out of the room. He looked at me. "What did I even do?"

After I giggled a little more I told him what happened. Grimmjow groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "Great. Now she's gonna hate me in the morning."

I smiled and then chuckled when he looked at me with a serious expression. "Do you know what it's like to be hated by a cat? They will ambush you in the middle of the night and claw your fuckin' face off."

I sat down on the bed. "You were attacked by a cat?"

"I have the scars to prove it." Grimmjow then flipped over and pointed to his back.

My face was set aflame as I looked at his back. "Grimmjow!" I smacked him upside the head, earning me a chuckle. There were scratches on his back all right, but they weren't from a damn cat. They were from me. I punched his arm. "You're a frickin' bastard. That's not funny."

He rolled back over to face me and smirked. "Always have and always will be to me." Then he sat up and kissed me.

It was a small, short peck but I was still unprepared. Even though it wasn't a French kiss I could taste a fruity vanilla. As soon as Grimmjow sat back and looked at me my face turned and even darker shade of red.

"Oh, you really do look like a strawberry." He said. "I could eat you up."

I sighed and plopped next to him, looking up at the ceiling. "You're a pervert, you know that Grim?"

"Always have and always will be."

I woke up to the smell of Saturday. Even though the kitchen was on the first floor and the bedroom on the second, the scent of pancakes had wafted up to the room. I groaned and rolled over, looking at the clock on the night stand. It was already 11:45 which was close to noon, but Ichigo always made pancakes on Saturday, no matter what. One time we even had them for dinner! I didn't really care, but really? Pancakes for dinner?

I half slid half fell out of the bed and staggered over to the closet after I grabbed a clean pair of skinny jeans that sat randomly on the floor. I don't how they got there, but they were clean so I took off my sweats and put them on. I then grabbed a random t-shirt, put it on, and headed downstairs.

The smell of Ichigo's signature pancakes grew stronger, making my mouth water. My stomach was growling so much that I had to tell it to shut its damn mouth, even though stomachs don't have mouths.

I stepped into the kitchen and saw Ichigo standing at the stove. He was humming a song that I didn't recognize and didn't even notice I was there. A thought popped into my head and I smiled at the idea. Thanks brain, you actually do come in handy.

I silently made my way over to Ichigo, stepping around the one squeaky spot on the floor. He hummed away even when I was right behind him, completely oblivious to the world.

Smirking, I wrapped my arms around him making him jump in surprise. "Mmmm, that smells wonderful, Ichi." I said, my face right next to his. "Can I have blueberries in mine?" I felt his face warm up as he blushed deliciously.

"U-Uh we don't have any blueberries, Grim." He eventually sputtered out.

I pouted slightly but then another thought popped into my head so I smiled again. "Well then. I guess I'll have some strawberries. We do have those, don't we?"

His ears turned a bright red. "N-No."

I pouted for real this time. "What do we have?"

"C-Chocolate chips."

"Then I'll have that in my pancakes."

Ichigo didn't move. "Grim, you have to let go of me so I can cook."

I did as he said and sat down at the table, watching my berry as he flipped those tantalizing pancakes.

In a few minutes Ichigo used up all the batter and piled all the pancakes on a giant serving platter. I immediately stabbed five with my fork and plunked them down onto my plate. Ichigo handed me the maple syrup and I drenched the pancakes with it. "Did you sleep well?" I asked him.

He took a few pancakes for himself and slathered them with butter. "Yeah. I actually slept through the whole night."

I nodded. "That's good." Ichigo has a sleeping disorder called insomnia. Maybe you have heard of it. It's when a person wakes up often during the night, has trouble falling asleep, wakes up too early in the morning, or feels tired when they get up. Ichigo has two of those symptoms. One is that he wakes up during the night a lot and the second one is that he sometimes has a hard time falling asleep. But sometimes the insomnia is a good thing because he could stay up at night for a very long time to work on his manga.

Ichigo took a bite of his pancake. "I just wish I could get past this damn writer's block."

"What part are you stuck on?"

"The end. Inejiro is at Gisshen's house but I don't know what's going to happen."

"What time of day is it?"

"Morning. They had sex the night before."

"Pancakes."

"What?"

"Pancakes! They are the best western breakfast food!" I set my fork down and looked at him with a serious expression. "You should do a pancake scene."

"Okay, I guess I'll do a pancake scene."

I picked my fork back up and shoved more pancake into my mouth. "You should ask me for help more often."

Ichigo only shook his head and smiled. "I always have and I always will."

Hehehe. I like the part about the pancakes. Let me know what you think and post a review. Hopefully I can get the second chapter out ASAP. w