Hello, random people. :) I am writing another one of my ideas, so let me know if any of you like it. (I hope I don't become one of those writers who spit out too many stories.)
Warning: Profanity, mature content (can refer to sexual scenes and adult talk), anything that young people (under 17) aren't usually allowed to see. Plus, I don't own Bleach (Grimmjow wouldn't be dead, nor would Nnoitra, who actually turns out to be pretty cool...in a way)
Anywho... onward to victory!
Chapter One: Your Eyes
Grimmjow threw off the woman on top of him. She had gotten on his nerves. The reasons? One was that she was not the most attractive woman Grimmjow could find. The second was that she didn't know when to shut her big mouth. The third was that the woman didn't satisfy his sexual needs.
"What the hell?" the woman complained. She combed back her blonde hair with her sweaty fingers as she sat on the ground. Her bare body heaved in anger and surprise.
The blue haired man just rolled his eyes and replied, "You don't interest me anymore, whatever-your-name-is." He held back his disgusted facial expression; he didn't like it when a woman wasn't tight enough for him.
"Rangiku," corrected the woman in an annoyed tone. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Sure," said Grimmjow as he rose off the bed. "Just get your shit and get the fuck out." He pulled on his pants that were flung across a lonely chair. The hotel room was small, but the chair, which was cream colored and bordered with golden trim, sat in a largely spaced corner. Grimmjow sat in the chair after buckling his pants and rested his head on the blunt edge of the backrest.
His chest rose and fell peacefully as be thought about what to do for the rest of the night. This "Rangiku" chick turned out to be a real failure in the pleasure department for him. "Fuckin' cunt," he thought. He sighed and rolled his head to see Rangiku off.
The woman finished putting on her pink dress and pink heels, so she took one last look at Grimmjow and flipped him off.
"You already failed," Grimmjow muttered loud enough for her to hear.
"Fuck you! You aren't even that good looking!" growled Rangiku. She huffed and stormed out of the room after snatching her purse from the night stand. The door slammed.
Grimmjow shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. The chandelier was glowing bright with its many light bulbs and glass pieces. The base of the chandelier was rooted to a creamy ceiling, which shared a fair amount of golden curves and shapes. "How much did I spend on this room again?" Grimmjow mentally asked himself. Another shrug.
He looked at the ruffled bed, which was also cream colored and gold trimmed. "Fuckin' Karakura Hotel," thought Grimmjow. "Pretty, pricy, and depressing." With one last sigh, Grimmjow got to his feet and proceeded to dress the rest of his body. He stood in front of the body mirror that hung on the door. As he pulled on each article of clothing, he admired his own body. He traced his muscles and curves with his eyes. After he put on his tie, he stared into his own eyes. The blue marks were there, showing his animosity.
"Fuck her," bit Grimmjow. "I'm fuckin' sexy." He pointed toward the mirror and added, "You're sexy." He ruffled his hair a bit as he continued to stare at his form. The black suit really showed off his broad shoulders, and the pants made his legs look long. He quickly checked his pockets for his room key, wallet, house keys, and cell phone. He didn't want to find out if that Rangiku girl took any of his stuff.
The blue haired man was frustrated when he realized he had to go back on the hunt. He just brought a girl, who turned out to be a real ditz in bed, and he threw her out. What's he's supposed to do? "Thank God, I'm bisexual," Grimmjow assured himself. "You just need to find a willing person, and you'll be fine in no time. No one can say 'no' to you. No one can resist you. You're the richest bastard in Karakura; you can have whoever you want." He huffed and pulled the door open.
After he walked out, Grimmjow locked the room and continued down the hall towards the elevators. He growled when he noticed more gold trimming along the walls and carpet. Karakura Hotel was owned by Grimmjow's friend, Starrk Coyote, who has a strange interest in gold and cream colors. "I'm definitely gonna tell him to stop obsessing over these colors. He really needs a designer or something," thought Grimmjow. He knew his mental rants were meaningless, but the nonsense was better than nothing.
He pushed the cream colored button on the wall as he stared at the gold elevator doors. Grimmjow shook his head. "After being here for a billion times, I don't think I should expect color changes," he thought.
The elevator's bell rung, and the golden doors slid open. An empty box just for Grimmjow. The man stepped inside and pushed the button for the main floor. He was glad that the elevators were covered in mirrors instead of more gold and cream. "Fuckin' Starrk," thought Grimmjow. He patiently tapped his foot as he listened to Rossini's "The Barber of Seville". The doors finally opened.
The main floor was a bustle of bellhops, maids, and customers. The bellhops wore blue suits, while the maids wore traditional, blue maid outfits. The manager stood at attention at the head desk, where customers were reserving rooms for the night. The men mostly wore professional suits, and the women usually wore some designer dress.
Grimmjow looked toward the desk to stare at Orihime, who was frantically typing in numbers in her computer and hand off room keys. He laughed when Ulquiorra, the manager, just stood and watched the girl suffer. Grimmjow stopped his laughing and walked toward Ulquiorra, who didn't spare him a glance. He rested his left arm on the desk, so he could lean to watch Orihime.
"I saw your girl walk away with a murderous look," said Ulquiorra in a monotone voice. "Did she discover that you were too small for her?" His eyes slid toward Grimmjow.
"You're funny, emo-tard," replied Grimmjow with a smile. "Actually, the bitch was too loose. I swear my whole hand could probably fit in there if I tried."
"Your comfort with bedroom talk is repulsive," said Ulquiorra as his eyes slid toward Orihime. He pursed his lips when Grimmjow poked his face and called him a pussy.
Grimmjow looked to the girl and blankly said, "She looks like a virgin." He smiled wickedly when Ulquiorra suddenly turned toward him.
"You wouldn't dare to touch her," growled Ulquiorra. He trembled with the sudden fury that showed in his green eyes.
The blue haired man put his hands up in surrender and replied, "I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Manager Ulquiorra, Sir." The grin was back on his face. "I think you like seeing the girl suffer under all of the stress, especially during business events. Every time I come here, you're always watching her. You want her, don't you?"
Ulquiorra sank back into his original position and replied, "That is none of your business."
Grimmjow just chuckled and said, "Whatever. Just don't scare her with your dark, scary, emo crap." Ulquiorra flicked him off. He just shook his head with a smile and walked off. "Time to find a tight one," thought Grimmjow. He walked toward the hallway with party rooms on either side. All the halls looked the same; they all had red carpets, cream walls, and golden trim with angels curled within. One party hall was being used for a celebratory event that was held by Byakuya Kuchiki.
The Kuchiki party was being held in honor of Rukia, who just returned from America with a degree in financial business and succeeded in making a profitable arrangement with Zaraki Co. Relatives, friends, and other business people were invited to celebrate the two bird hitter. Of course, Grimmjow was invited because his company, Patera Inc., was making a lot of money from selling cars and hitting big in the stock market.
The blue haired man picked up Rangiku from the same party, and the chances of hitting big on a girl or guy didn't look so swell for Grimmjow. He walked into the party and inspected the people again. Once again, no one looked great. A lot of the women were married, which cut off a lot of women and men. Some others were too old, and another handful were too dull.
"This is the worst group I've ever joined a party with," thought Grimmjow. He sighed and walked toward the open bar to the right. He saw Chad performing fancy bar tricks with the bottles and pouring shots. Grimmjow smiled and walked over to Chad, who raised an eyebrow at his presence.
"Did you give the girl a chance to enjoy herself?" asked Chad to Grimmjow with a smile. He leaned on the counter, ignoring the other calls from young drinkers.
"Nope," replied Grimmjow as he sat on a stool.
"Por que?" asked Chad. He stood up and poured quick drinks for the young caller, and he slid the drinks down the table.
Grimmjow sighed and answered, "My interest in such women only last so long."
"'Such women'?" asked Chad as he poured Grimmjow a glass.
"Loose ones," Grimmjow filled in.
"You could say 'more experienced'," stated Chad as he handed Grimmjow the blue glass.
"Fine. I'll say too experienced," responded Grimmjow. He looked at the blue liquid and said, "You're funny."
Chad nodded his head with a smile. Then he leaned on the counter again and said, "Don't brush people off like that, Grimmjow. It's hurtful, and you might miss out on a great person."
"I'm not looking to settle down yet," said Grimmjow. He took a sip from his glass.
"I'm not talking about settling down, Grimmjow," countered Chad. "I'm talking about just a relationship."
"Doesn't that count?" replied Grimmjow.
Chad shook his head and said, "Just don't hurt yourself." He waved and turned to another yelling customer.
Grimmjow sighed and turned around in his seat. He leaned against the counter with both arms on either side. He survey the crowd again. When he got to the doorway, Grimmjow's eyes widened.
At the doorway stood a young man with orange hair. He wasn't extremely tall, but his slender figure made up for it. He wore a dress shirt and black dress pants. The man's face was set with a smile. "He's fuckin' gorgeous," thought Grimmjow.
A grin made its way on Grimmjow's face, but it faltered when he saw the next guest. After the young orange haired man entered, another man entered. The man was taller with a marine uniform on. His hair was blazing red and pulled up in a ponytail. Tattoos were visible on his head and neck. On the uniform were many medals of honor and status.
"Fuck," thought Grimmjow. When he saw the orange haired man and the red haired man hold hands, Grimmjow thought, "Double fuck." He sat up and stood on his feet; determination was on his face.
"Grimmjow," called Chad from behind.
Grimmjow turned and asked, "What?"
"Don't."
"What do you mean?"
Chad sighed and said, "I saw you looking at him. He's off limits. You saw him."
"So?"
Chad pursed his lips. "His boyfriend is Renji Abarai, and Renji's a Navy Seal. I was told about it some time ago."
"And that means..."
"He will kick your ass," answered Chad. "I'm trying to look out for you. Messing with a Navy Seal is like digging your grave." He crossed his large arms as he stared at Grimmjow.
"Fuck it," said Grimmjow. "I'm sexually frustrated, and I want him." Without hearing Chad's last words, he walked off towards the red haired couple. He would have him. He would. Grimmjow put on a friendly smile as he approached Renji. He studied the Navy Seal. He looked well built, and his face read "I've been in war, so don't fuck with me".
Renji noticed the approaching man and turned his way as he tightened his hold on the orange haired man's hand. He smiled politely.
"Hello, sir," said Grimmjow to Renji. "My name is Grimmjow Jaggerjack." He held out his hand for a shake.
"Hello," replied Renji taking Grimmjow's hand and shaking it.
"Rough hands and rough voice," thought Grimmjow. "This guy is competition." He was at eye level with Renji. "I've been told about marine life by friends, and I've seen uniforms. But I find your uniform different," said Grimmjow. He wanted to start a no-point conversation.
Renji gave half a smile and replied, "I'm a U.S. Navy Seal. I do much more than a regular soldier."
"Interesting," said Grimmjow. He thought, "Fuck!" One thing about marines is don't get into a fight with them, but a U.S. Navy Seal was ten times worse, which meant Chad was right. "Oh well," thought Grimmjow with an inward shrug. "So then you handle tough terrains and take on tougher missions?" asked Grimmjow. He put his hands in his pockets to appear cool and interested in the conversation.
"Pretty much," said Renji. He noticed Grimmjow look beside him. Renji knew who he saw, and he felt awfully rude. He remembered his manners and tugged on his boyfriend, who was having a conversation with nearby friend.
"Renji," complained the smaller man with a scowl. "I was talking to someone."
Grimmjow bit the inside of his cheek, for the young man's voice was beautiful.
"Sorry, babe," said Renji. "I just wanted to introduce you to Mr. Jaggerjack." He gestured toward Grimmjow.
"Please," said Grimmjow, "you can call me Grimmjow." He held out his hand to shake.
The young man took the hand and shook it as he replied, "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki."
Grimmjow smiled and thought, "Such a beautiful voice and such soft hands." He studied the man's face. There were no blemishes, and the skin was tanned nicely. The nose was straight, and the mouth was adorned by full lips. The eyes were the most special, for Ichigo's eyes were shaped like a doe's eyes and glazed in brown. "Your eyes," he thought, "they're just like an angel's...innocent."
"How do you know Rukia?" asked Ichigo with a smile. He knew Grimmjow was looking at him strangely, but he didn't want to say anything. Trouble wasn't needed.
"I don't know her personally, but I was invited out of business," replied Grimmjow. He couldn't stop looking down into the man's eyes. "I heard she made the best deal while coming straight from an American college." He gave a charming smile.
"That's true," said Ichigo. "I witnessed the deal after we graduated. I'm here to help her celebrate." His eyes were suffering from the large amount of attention Grimmjow was giving. Ichigo didn't feel right with Grimmjow's stare. He quickly added, "I came here with my boyfriend. I had to fight with Byakuya a little to get Renji here." He attached himself to Renji's torso with a hug. Renji returned the favor with a possessive hug.
Grimmjow wasn't amused by the act. He saw it. A way to throw him off. "You're a fighter," thought Grimmjow. "We'll see about that."
"Ichigo!" called Rukia. She waved at the couple from afar.
Ichigo turned his head and waved. He looked at Renji and said, "Come on." He gave a quick smile at Grimmjow and said, "It was nice meeting you, but I must go." Without waiting for a farewell, Ichigo pulled Renji away.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Renji as he followed Ichigo.
Ichigo turned his head a little and saw Grimmjow staring after him. He scowled at Grimmjow. Ichigo looked at Renji and said, "I don't feel comfortable with him around. Grimmjow seems nice, but his intentions don't seem so nice." He halted before the table and added, "He was looking at me strangely. His eyes were on mine the entire time. I didn't like it. It's like a staredown with a predator."
"What?" growled Renji. "Why didn't you say anything? He should know better. I'll go teach that asshole some manners." Before he could turn, Ichigo held onto him.
"Don't start a fight, Renji," said Ichigo. "I don't want you getting in trouble. Remember that you're an honorable soldier. You don't need to soil your knuckles for an insignificant moment." He stood on his toes and kissed Renji on the lips. "I love you, Renji. You're my soldier."
Grimmjow knew what happened; he didn't need Sherlock to figure it out for him. Ichigo told Renji; that simple. The pretty scowl and the enraged Renji were the huge hints. The cherry on top was Ichigo's kiss. Rejection was a bitch!
"I'll get you," thought Grimmjow with a smile. "When I do, you'll never want to leave the panther's den." He turned away and walked back to the bar. He knew he was rejected. His smile and charming talk didn't do shit. If he wanted Ichigo, he would have to put up a damn good fight. A U.S. Navy Seal and an unwilling Ichigo was enough to hold him off for good, but Grimmjow's stubborn personality won't allow something like that to stand in his way. The panther always gets what he wants.
Ta Da! Comment or do what ever.
Note: If there are mistakes, go easy on me. If it's grammar, then let me know straight away.
