Hello there world! This is me creating my very first Grimmichi story! Yay go me!
The story is based off of my recent break up with my boyfriend… only you will find Ichigo and Grimmjow's situation a little worse for wear.
The story gets really angsty so grab a box of tissues if you are the type that cries a lot.
I tried not to make the characters too OOC but one can only try since they are not mine.
I plan on updating on a regular basis but with my new job that might make it kinda hard.
Any ways! Sit back! Relax and enjoy the angst! :D
As usual I don't own any part of Bleach.
Chapter 1: The Beginning Is the End
"There's a hate inside of me like some kind of master
I try to save you but I can't find the answer
I'm holding on to you, I'll never let go
I need you with me as I enter the shadows. . ."
-Shadows by Red
Grimmjow was in pain.
With every item of his that he placed in his duffle bag, it felt like his heart was splintering under a great weight. Every glance that he shot towards the framed pictures of him and Ichigo smiling blissfully seemed to shatter his very soul. With every rehearsed line of goodbye that left his parched lips, he felt his mind slowly slip away into the black abyss of despair. It felt like at that moment of time Grimmjow was truly dying.
Things had started well for the bizarre couple; the moment they met was the true epitome of love at first sight. The flirtation began, numbers were swapped and in time so were hugs, hand holds and kisses. Months of dating brought them closer and closer together until they began sharing a townhouse on the southern end of California. The months went by slowly, the pair enjoyed and savored every moment of their relationship.
At that point destiny wanted to interfere.
One day after a surprisingly short visit to his job as a clothing store manager, Ichigo returned home angry, broken and jobless. Grimmjow had tried to pick the depressed tangerine head out of his slump of depression with job applications to places he could apply to, offering to spend time with him on treks to find hiring stores and even going as far as to offer him a position at his dojo. Yet the more Grimmjow tried to help, the more Ichigo had pulled away. Soon pouting fits in their bedroom turned to late night visits to the bar, early mornings filled with the cacophonous sound of Ichigo stumbling in wasted out of his mind and the eventual withdrawal of himself from the rest of his friends. The entire time Grimmjow stood by helpless, watching the man that he loved slip deeper and deeper into the quicksand of depression. Grimmjow had tried to make Ichigo see the wrong he was doing, but each time it ended in the same dismissal.
"Leave me alone Grimmjow, you have no clue how I feel. You still have a job, your happy. I don't want to be lectured by someone who can't even empathize with my pain."
How was Ichigo to know he was happy? Didn't he see how much it was tearing Grimmjow apart in the inside to see his love hurt?
It was the realization of how selfish Ichigo was being that led Grimmjow to the decision he was acting upon now.
A quick survey of his bedroom showed the loneliness that Grimmjow was feeling. Dresser drawers were pushed out and emptied of most of their contents. The closet looked so desolate with Grimmjow's half ripped out of its protective grasp. The only presentable thing left was the bed, sheets made and a note rested on Ichigo's pillow. The note contained the reason why Grimmjow was leaving, he was convinced that the orange haired man would come home drunk again and wouldn't remember his farewell speech. Grimmjow hefted the bag on his shoulder again and saw as his keys slipped out of the pocket of his jacket. He bent down to retrieve the keys and saw the key to his apartment hanging almost desperately to the rest of his keys. With a shuddering sigh, Grimmjow gripped the key and separated it from the rest and set it along with his note on Ichigo's pillow.
A loud chirping filled the room as Grimmjow's phone demanded his attention. Grimmjow flipped open the screen and raised the device to his ear.
"Yo." He greeted gruffly
"Oi man! I'm out front! You ready to high tail it outta here?" A voice demanded from the other end
"Yeah Nnoi, I got everything packed. I just gotta grab Pantera, can't carry this huge duffel and ride her ya know?" He responded while moving towards the door.
"Yeah yeah ok, just give me the bag so I can get the heck outta here, ya know how much I wanna avoid emotional confrontations man." Nnoitora hissed
Grimmjow opened the door and saw Nnoitora's bright orange 2010 Zenvo ST1 growling at the curb.
How the man was able to sucker his billionaire dad into buying him a $1,225,000 car was beyond him.
As Grimmjow threw his bag into the plush back seat he heard the sharp intake of breath from his best friend.
"Yo! Be careful with Santa Teresa!" He growled
"Just shut up and drive, I will meet you at your place in about an hour." Grimmjow huffed
At once Nnoitora's expression turned serious.
"You sure you don't need anything else?"
Grimmjow couldn't help but grin, his friend didn't want to show it in a normal way but he was worried about Grimmjow.
"Nah man, you're already letting me crash at your place, anymore debt and I will have to give you my first born." He joked
Almost immediately the serious gaze turned into another smirk.
"Who the hell ya trying to fool Grimm? Everyone knows your gay hence your never gonna have any children. Besides what the hell am I gonna do with a kid? All they do is eat cha outta house and home!" He scoffed while picking a stray piece of lint off of his letterman jacket.
Grimmjow laughed and patted the top of the car, signaling that's when Nnoitora should leave. Without a second glance Nnoitora peeled out of the driveway and raced towards his two bedroom apartment.
With a bone weary sigh, Grimmjow sauntered up to the garage and flung open the door to reveal his blue Yamaha YZF-R1, though it wasn't a million dollar car like Nnoitora's, the $13,990 had definitely put a dent in Grimmjow's pay checks. Grimmjow had just pulled the lithe bike from the garage and grabbed his full face black helmet when he heard the distinct rumble of Ichigo's friend Renji's silver 2008 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500KR as it pulled up to the curb.
'Show time'
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Ichigo never felt as good as he felt tonight.
After taking shot after shot at the local club Seretei, Ichigo found his depression slacken and his mood improve. Almost immediately his thoughts drifted to Grimmjow and he felt his earlier frustrations bubble up to the surface, effectively killing his buzz. The bluenette had been pressuring him to get a job for a while now, saying something with the effect that what he was doing was unhealthy and was hurting Grimmjow.
How the hell was he hurt by all of this?!
Ichigo was the one who was mercilessly fired from his job as a manager for no other reason other than they needed to cut off a few people with the economy being in the sorry state that it was in. Ichigo was the one who couldn't provide for himself let alone the man whom he loved. Ichigo was the one who needed to drown his sorrows in shot after shot of hard alcohol. Though his old friends had pulled away, Ichigo had found companionship in Renji and Rukia, two local bar bums that Ichigo liked to drink with. He had all that he needed at the moment; if life felt this good when he was wasted then why would he ever want to be sober? Why did he even need a job? He still had his apartment, he still had his man and he still had friends.
Ichigo didn't have to change at all.
After the club had grown quiet and the people started to take off, Renji had offered to take Ichigo home in his Mustang. Though they were both drunk out of their minds, Ichigo saw no problem with Renji driving. As they pulled onto Ichigo's street Ichigo saw Grimmjow's friend Nnoitora's car race through the street in a hurry.
That was the first sign that something was wrong.
As Renji pulled to the curb and wished Ichigo goodnight, Ichigo sat frozen in the seat; staring with trepidation at his shared apartment. Ichigo quickly raced out of the car and barely gave Renji's car a cursory glance as it barreled away. Staggering towards the garage, Ichigo saw Grimmjow standing rigidly by his bike. He was dressed in black Alpinestar boots, Dark blue jeans that hung low on his hips and accented the toned muscles of his thighs. His torso was covered in a black leather jacket that was unzipped at the base of his throat to show his grey shirt. His wild blue hair stuck up precariously on his head and his stormy cobalt eyes seemed to pierce through Ichigo and bury themselves into his very soul.
His demeanor was enough to tip Ichigo off that he was angry.
Ichigo swayed towards his boyfriend, hoping to find some sort of solace in his boyfriend's arms. He reached out for Grimmjow's arm and watched horrified as his boyfriend jerked away from his touch.
"Grimm? What's the matter? What's going on? Why are you angry? I-" he rambled
Grimmjow raised his hand to stop me from speaking and scowled at Ichigo.
"Just shut up and let me say somethin." He growled
Ichigo felt the haze of the drinks fade out of his system with the rush of fear that Grimmjow's statement made him feel. Ichigo's mouth went dry and he found himself paralyzed and staring at Grimmjow as if he had his life in the palm of his hands. Grimmjow gave a shaky breath and plowed his hand into his blue locks.
"Ichi, this isn't working out." He mumbled gruffly
It felt like the Earth dropped beneath Ichigo.
"W-what do you mean?" he whimpered
Grimmjow bit his bottom lip and growled at nothing as he fixated his cold stare at the ground by his feet.
"Don't make this harder than it has gotta be Ichigo. Just accept the fact that we aren't together and let's move on with our lives." He grunted
The world pitched and Ichigo felt himself fall to the floor, clutching desperately at his stomach as tears streaked tracks down his tan cheeks. How was this happening? How was the only man he had ever cared about leaving him so abruptly? What did he do wrong?
"Why?" Ichigo choked out between sobs
Ichigo glanced up and saw pain etched in those sky blue irises, but also the look of steely determination.
"You can't help yourself. All you do is get drunk with strangers and stay out till all hours of the night. I'm done trying to piece you back together Ichigo. I'm not your father, and I will never be. I want someone with ambition and drive. Buy the way you have been going I don't see any of that in you." He said coldly
Ichigo felt the surge of realization and hope shoot through him and propel him towards Grimmjow, gripping the sleeve of his leather jacket desperately.
"All I gotta do is change right?! I can do that! I will do that right now!" Ichigo said heatedly
Grimmjow softly detached himself from Ichigo's fevered grip and slipped his full face helmet over his head, masking his emotions as he said his next words.
"I'm done with you Ichigo. I'm through latching myself onto someone I can't love anymore. Just try to piece back your pride and stop groveling at me would ya?" He barked
Ichigo recoiled as if he was slapped.
Grimmjow didn't love him anymore?
He heard the sound of tires rolling and the roar of Grimmjow's bike Pantera as it started up.
"Goodbye Ichigo. . .Take care yeah?" He heard Grimmjow mutter
Tires squealed and Ichigo was left alone in a broken home. He was numb. What had happened? He felt his body fall to the ground in a heap and sobs rack his body.
What was he suppose to do now?
~End of Chapter 1~
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Man that took a while! I never thought that this story would make me type this much! This is probably the longest chapter I have ever written.
Probably means that I will stick with this story for a while
Hopefully.
Feel free to review and give suggestions. I will read them but in the end it is my decision and I will write what I please.
See you guys in Chapter 2!