The day was warm and humid, clouds starting to roll in and cover the glare from the sun. It looked like it would most likely rain. It was late afternoon, and the local high school was just letting out for the weekend.
Hanging back behind the crowd of teenagers leaving the building, was a tall, skinny male, about 6"0, with skin of porcelain and long, shaggy ash hair that nearly hid his gold-on-black eyes from view. He wore a black shirt with a faded skull on it that seemed about one sized too big and a silver band around his left wrist along with a few black, leather wristbands on his right. Dark grey skinny jeans hugged his long legs, the many chains attached to the neon purple belt and the jeans themselves clinked as he lagged behind the group with his hands in his pockets. He had a pair of punk headphones the color of blood on, the wire going down to his pocket where his Ipod was. He held his backpack on one shoulder.
His head was downcast, his black sneakers with their green laces squeaking as he lagged behind the chattering group on the sidewalk, though it was unlikely that he could hear it over the music he was currently blasting through his earphones. The overhead strap shifted out of place and he paused to readjust it before continuing back on his way home.
A few of the teens from the chattering group ahead of the odd looking teen slowed, looking over at the 'freak'. They chuckled to themselves as they waited for the 'freak' to catch up. The snow colored teen wasn't watching and walked right into one of the bullies.). He fell to the ground, his bag falling off of his shoulder and the content spilling everywhere. All of the bullies laughed but the one who had been slammed into. He scowled and sneered at the 'freak' on the ground. "Idiot, watch where you are going freak" he snapped, kicking some of the freak's things aside.
The lithe teen slowly stood up. "My names not Freak," He muttered, adjusting his headphones with one hand while the other turned the blaring music off. "It's Yuki. So stop calling me that." He said, though his voice was quiet. "It was your fault anyways, moron." He added, his voice it's usual quiet, though there was a taunting undertone to it.
"What did you say freak it's your fault." The bully growled.
"Poor freak doesn't like to be called freak…how about snowflake" one laughed.
"I said my name is Yuki." Yuki muttered, ignoring the other's accusation.
"Tch…perfectly describes you" the 6'4 bully sneered, blood colored eyes narrowed at Yuki. "Pure white and quiet…a freak" he continued with a smirk as he brushed his shaggy black locks away from his eyes.
"Rei! Don't be such a big meany!" The feminine voice belonged to a busty girl that was walking up to them with her hands on her hips, her height around 5"9. She had seaweed-green locks that spilled over her shoulders and down her back in waves. Her face held a childish look that complemented her large, round icy blue eyes. She had a big bust, though it seemed to only be a tad on the size large for her height. She had a neon pink, strapless shirt on with frills bordering the edge that went just past her bellybutton and exposed a strip of her flat waist along with a bleached jean miniskirt that was ripped on the edges. She wore bubblegum pink see-through stalkings and green, leather high heels that strapped halfway up her calves. Her fingernails were manicured a cherry red.
"I'm not being a meany" the black haired male stated, glancing at his girlfriend. "I am just talking to the freak" he stated.
The woman huffed, crossing her arms over her large chest. "Rei! You are!" She scowled at him for a moment before walking over to him, her heels clicking on the ground. She wrapped her thin arms around his and hugged it to her breast. "You'll leave the poor guy alone for me, won't you?" She asked, her expression a pout and her eyes wide.
Rei blushed lightly, sighing. "Yeah…c'mon guys…you too Tori" he stated.
Tori smiled at him and continued to hold onto his arm as they turned and started down the sidewalk. She looked over her shoulder at Yuki before looking forward again. He only stared after them.
Only after they had disappeared from sight did Yuki pick his things up and place them back in his bag. He turned his Ipod back on before continuing on back home.
It had started to drizzle by the time he got home, wetting his long hair, making it stick to his forehead and neck. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Dad? I'm home!" He called out. He guessed that his little sister was still at school, probably at her art class. He would probably have to go get her later.
Grimmjow peeked out from the living room. "Hey Yuki, how was school?" he asked.
"It was... fine," He murmured and turned off his Ipod before walking into the room. He dropped his schoolbag next to the sofa and plopped down with a sigh.
"Don't lie to me…what happened?" Grimmjow asked, following Yuki back into the living room. He sat on the opposite couch, looking over at the snow haired teen.
Yuki glanced at his father through his long bangs. "Dad, nothing happened." He sighed, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV on.
"Yuki…I want to help, what's wrong" Grimmjow demanded.
"Dad..." Yuki groaned, "stop."
Grimmjow grinned. "Awww, just trying to help" Grimmjow rolled his eyes. He lay back onto the couch a bit, despite his growing age he still looked close to 24, 25 or so.
Yuki glanced at his father. "...So did you get the leading role for that movie?" He asked.
"Yeah" Grimmjow nodded.
"... When will you be leaving?" He asked after a moment.
"Normal hours…bit before you leave and a bit after you get home" Grimmjow said vaguely.
"... So it's here in town?" Yuki questioned.
"Just out of town" Grimmjow replied.
"...Am I coming to the set with you this time?" The teen asked after a few seconds.
"If you want…it would be fun for ya to join me" Grimmjow grinned.
Yuki smiled slightly and looked away to watch the TV. He had a secret love for film-making, and only his mother and father knew of it.
"First day is tomorrow…you wanna come?" Grimmjow asked.
"Yeah, I do." Yuki continued to smile.
Grimmjow grinned, reaching over and ruffling the teen's hair. "Good" he stated.
"Dad!" Yuki whined, batting his father's hand away.
"What?" Grimmjow pouted, trying not to smile.
"Dad, both me and you are too old for that." He huffed, glancing at his father. He then realized that he still had his headphones on and pulled it down to rest on his neck.
"So? Screw age laws" Grimmjow replied.
Yuki rolled his eyes. His father may have been in his late forties, but he still acted like a teenager. Looked it, even. Grimmjow was happy to have retained his child side with his job of an actor, though he needed to be an adult sometimes. "Have any homework Yuki?" he asked.
The teen shrugged. "Only some math and geography." Grimmjow nodded.
After a while Yuki glanced at the time on the TV. His eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I need to go get Amu!" He exclaimed and stood up before pulling his headphones back on.
"Don't forgot to talk an umbrella, it's still raining" Grimmjow replied.
"Oh yeah, thanks Dad." Yuki called over his shoulder before grabbing an umbrella off of the table and opening the door. "Be back soon!" He said before closing it behind him.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, turning off the TV and heading to the kitchen to start dinner. He normally made it anyway.
SEQUEL TIME xD
So alot of you guys were upset when Picture Perfect ended cuz of how we ended it. And Via (aka IS, that's her new nickname) got the idea for a sequel so we decided to write it
Yuki is such a cutie...even at like 15 or something xD Via had an amazing artist (Otaku, thanks ^^) draw Yuki in his outfit so you guys can have a visual- .com/favourites/?catpath=/#/d4yde25
Grimmjow is much more easy going and fun in this...fun...and Ichigo's an art teacher *cheers*
Oh yeah, Grimmjow is the perfect house husband xD
We are having fun so far with this story and we hope you are enjoying
Me: Grimmjow, Rei
Via: Yuki, Tori
Review people ^^
