A/N;
Well,this is my first fanfic.I'm kind of in writer's block ATM,but this idea was haunting me at school all day for the past three days,mmm,so yeah x3
Summary;
What happens when Shirosaki decided to pull a trick on his lover,Ichigo,with the help of an old friend named Grimmjow?However,things go wrong,and all Hell brakes lose. There is a misunderstanding in the joke, making Ichigo feel like he's no longer needed,and attempts to comment suicide. Will Shiro get there and save him in time?Or will he be too late,and watch as his own purpose in life,his forever love,dies?Or...is it something else?
Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach, only my OC,Ratio, who'll appear throught the story Hes just a cleaner, noting important 83
Warnings; Light yaoi,attempt at suicide,crule joke,slight language
Possible OCCness,sorry about that~
Also,I noticed that my stupid computer decided to mess up some of the stuff I typed,so let me know whene there seems to be something missing?
Shirosaki Hichigo loves Kurosaki Ichigo more than anything else the universe. He also loved messing with the young orange-haired teen. He found it very... enertaining to watch the different reactions he would get with each new joke and prank- Good or bad. April 1st was a few days away, which was Shiro's favorite day. That's when he got the idea for the ultimate prank. And it was a damn good one,too.
The next day, Shiro decided to slip out while his boyfriend was still sleeping. Careful not to wake the sleeping teen, Shiro left the house, leaveing a note on the fridge saying that he'd be back latter. Smirking, he made his way to Grimmjow's place. Grimmjow was an old friend of his. They'd planned this out a while ago, and was ready to spring it into action. It was March 27th , meaning there was four days left until the first.
After about an hour of walking, Shirosaki finally made it to Grimmjow's. The house was icolated at the top of a hill on the outskirts of town. It was a large brick mansion, the outside painted a bright neon blue that seemed to glow in the light. A fence seperated the property from the outside world, with trees planted all the way around. In the middle of the yard stood a tall, firm Willow Tree, one of Grimmjow's personal favorites, blocking most of the sun. The grass was a rich green,and the shrubs by the house were freashly cut. Carefully opening the gate, Shiro slipped inside, firmly closing the gate behind him with a loud click. He walked up to the door and lightly tapped on the door, even though he know Grimmjow would scowl at him for not coming in on his own. Grimmjow had a lot of trust in him, but he still respected the fact that this was not his house.
Small clicks could be heard from the other side of the plain white door and it slide open. There in the doorway was a green-haired teen with gold on black eyes (Like Shiro's). He wore a neon orange shirt with lose, but not baggy, blue jeans, with his prized white scarf dangling behind him. The odd thing about him was he always wore shackles on his arms. They weren't connected- the chain broken about half way,dangling down by his sides. When he moved,they would rattle and follow his movements.
The male was scowling, as he usually did when he was disturbed in the middle of a good show, but his face brightened when he saw the albino at the door.
"Shiro!" He cried, giving the albino a hug,the chains ratteling as they lifted with his arms. Shiro grinned, hugging the male back."Oi, Ratio!Where's Grimmjow?" He asked once the male, who's name must have been Ratio, let go. "He's inside, watching some new horror movie." The green-haired male answered, pointing his thumb inside the mansion. Shiro nodded his thanks and walked in. Ratio pulled the door shut and skipped off, leaving Shirosaki behind as he bounded up the stairs.
The inside of the manstion was a dark grey, a few shades away from black. Grimmjow picked the color so his hair would stand out. To his left was a door leading to a closet where most of the cleaning supplies for that floor were kept. The masion itself consisted for three floors, as well as the flat roof, which Grimmjow like to use to look up at the moon and stars. He often hired maids and workers to help keep the place clean, but no one, no one, was allowed to touch the telescope that sat in a storage room at the roof. It ment a lot to him, but that was another story.
Walking forward, Shiro took a sharp left,then right, and stopped when he came to a large room. A TV sat against the north wall, faceing him, while a large couch stood infront of him,the back to him. But it was the bright patch of blue hair that caught his attention. Grinning, Shiro bounded over to the couch, just about scaring the crap out of the blue-haired man who was doozing off.
"Oi, Shiro!" He cried. "You scared the fuck outa me, ya bastard!" Shirosaki snickered, sitting down next to the male. "Missed ya to, Grimmjow." Grimmjow ran a hand thru his hair before scrubbing his eyes and yawning. "You're here, so that means it's about time, ne?" He asked, blinking a few times before he could fully focas on the albino. Shiro nodded with a smirk. "Yup," He said in a sing-song voice, earning a laugh from Grimmjow. "This is going to be good."
Sorry it's a little short,but I decided to take up the rest on chapter 2 . So , what do you guys think?Any ideas,anything I should work on? Review,please.I'd really appreciate it!:D