This is a warning to not expect anything but a good story. u.u No really. Don't do anything near making assumptions. But that's why this is a warning and not a dictation. I'm just saying, if things don't go like you think they should, sit down and eat a cookie to shut your mouth. I can take some of "Grim should be like this, or Grantz should be more calculative, but none of that "GRIMMJOW IS LIKE THIS! CHANGE IT, REAWWWRR."

But besides that little fact, you will enjoy this story.

No. you will. There is no choice in it. If you read it, you will love it. Why? Just read it and find out. Oh and review if you like it/or don't like it. The only way to push me to give you more of such a story is to review and/or give me fan art. I love you all, and I hope you don't take me too seriously.

But if you don't like the story, stop reading it and just go back to the search page. Not too hard. I'm making this story so people love my mind for creating it, not so people can diss how much my writing skills suck.

Oh and here's the serious note:

YAOI. Not lots in the beginning but when it rains, it will flood.

Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: this series isn't mine. Please don't confuse my act of fandom with an act of infringement. I love bleach; I don't claim it as mine however.


Chapter one: Top bunk drama.

"Grijow baby, you must promise me that you will try your best to get through college without killing anyone… Okay?"

Grimmjow was packing his things quickly into suitcase which was decorated and outlined with lines of a neon teal color for the college. He was not in a rush because he wanted to get the hell out of the house he had been living in for the past 17 years of his life, it's just that that's the way he had always done things, fast and completely. Packing to leave his residency of a soon to be past life was no different.

"Mom! You have to stop calling me that FUC-"

His mother slammed a fist into her son's mouth so quickly that Grimmjow had no time to finish his words. He slouched over his suitcase, temporarily stunned from the blow his own mother had planted on his unsuspecting face.

"You better watch your mouth boy. Don't think because you're leaving my house means that you can use that kind of language. I hope college changes that too, I'm tired of your constant use of bad words."

Grimmjow sat up from his still unfinished suitcase. His mother was his mother. With a single step and a little punch, Grimmjow knew exactly where he stood. She would not change. He had expected and secretly wished that she would do just what she did when he cursed. Get angry and attack. Anything was better than a sad and sorrowful goodbye. He didn't know what he would do if she went soft on him before he left. It might even have the power to make him stay in this place he would so often in the past called hell to take similar injuries to the one he just now received.

Grimmjow put the final pieces of underwear into his suitcase, three pairs of cat imprinted underwear, and took no time to zip the suitcase shut. Step one was over. It was time for him to leave.

Without even saying goodbye he picked up his single suitcase and ran out to the car as fast as he could, trying his best to get away from the one whom gave him life. He whipped out the keys to his dark blue GM Pontiac and pushed the unlock button harshly. The –beep- and –chunk- sound of a releasing lock was his savior as he opened the back door to his car, throwing his suitcase in half heartedly. He cursed as he slid in the keys to his wondrous slick ride, remembering that it would be a little amount of time before he could pull off. He forgot about the Damned startup time. Regardless of his rush to leave he wouldn't endanger his engine of stripping by pulling into the street too fast and ignore its protest of warming up.

-SLAM-

He looked up to the hood of the car. His mother, with her long navy blue hair swaying in the wind had punched it, not with full force (he knew she knew it would make a dent), but enough to shock him out of his rush to leave. He gulped down a sense of fear for his madre. The woman was no one to play with when she was angry. Her outfit of a simple tang-top with a flowing flower patterned skirt caused the wind's movements to accent her attitude as she stood proud and majestically in front of the car that was now warmed up and could possibly, and quite easily run her over.

"You better not drive off."

It was a command as sincere as it was forceful. It demanded respect without saying the order directly. Who knows what the hell she would do if he even acted like he was about to drive off. Grimmjow growled low so that the woman couldn't hear him and shifted the car's gear into park.

She walked around the car to his door, opening it as though she was going to be the driver.

After a minute of standing still, his mother forced him up with that unbelievable strength by his shoulder, making him release the grip on the shift. She then pulled him tightly into a hug. Soon after the initial contact, he could feel his shoulder dampening from the embrace.

She was crying.

A strong and independent woman was now brought to tears because he was to live his life and learn a few things not under her roof. It was sickening.

But then he started crying too, making the both of them try to silently cry against the other.



He had made it. Safe and sound. No car crash, no alcohol, no companions. He had made it to his dream in person, without any form of disengagement. He was so proud to call himself Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. He wasn't a punk that just flunked out or stopped living after high school. He was going on to bigger and better things. This was just a step on the ladder to his future success.

He pulled into the new student parking, (he hated the label Freshman Parking), and he proceeded to pull out his suitcase to wheel into the building that somewhere located within it would become his new, but never better, home.

As he neared the automatic double doors he scoffed at the look of the place. Everything was white and black. And no, no, this was not a joke.

Everything.

He felt a little out of place with his Hawaiian blue button down shirt, until he looked around the complex and saw that there were some individuals that did not have on the black and white outlook/color scheme.

"Welcome to Hueco Mundo University. How may I help you?"

The voice from behind the counter to his left had caught him off guard. The boy was average height, but he felt a little taller. He also looked young and energetic and happy with his job, with that black and white vest he had on, complete with a stripped black and white tie. The outfit accented his skin, which was could be described a dark caramel. His hair covered by a standard length of hair, he looked like he could be a teen star. His lower half was hidden by the counter, but Grimmjow didn't care to look at it either.

"Why the hell is everything black and white? And I'm looking for my room."

"Are you serious? He must be a freshman. His room would be on the first floor, but I'm not sure if he even has an ID card to tell us directly…"

Agitated, Grimmjow let his eyes quickly trail the voice. They didn't have to travel far as they saw the perpetrator, another boy that had on, if not the exactly same, similar clothing to the boy to the right of him. Looking back and forth between the two Grimmjow realized that they looked nearly the same except for the hair, except for the bubbly one had longer streaks of black and brown hair going down his face.

Twins.

"We need your name. The deadline for Freshman registration is coming up really soon, and if we don't hurry and put you in the system you might not be able to go to the orientation." Said the one Grimmjow suspected to be the younger twin, and he typed a few things into the computer in front of him, and then looked up waiting for an answer.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." He said, subconsciously worried what would have happened if he had not made it in time for enrollment. The one he suspected to be the older one stared at him, ignoring the glare Grimmjow was handing back to him.

"Such a weird name." Grimmjow was about to respond rudely to this unprovoked insult, but the other boy cut into his words.

"Room 004, your room mate's name is Ulquiorra Schiffer. Beta will show you the way."

The one who had been addressed swiftly left the counter, revealing white pants he was sure the other twin had been wearing. He grabbed Grimmjow's luggage like it was nothing, and led the way to his room, not saying a word.

And in reality, Grimmjow was glad for that and the whole of the situation. He wasn't in the mood to be angry, and his new escort looked like he would be a pain in the ass to converse with. They neared the rooms, which he noted were broken off into sections, mostly in chunks of ten. It wouldn't be long before he was able to memorize the layout of this five story university.

"Here's your room, and your key is on your suitcase. Don't lose it. It opens everything to this school, and it is also your identification. If you are without it, you are not a member of this school, and will be kicked off the campus till we are able to locate its location."

And with that the dark skinned boy left, suitcase and the card in plain sight for Grimmjow to pick up himself. He had been nice to carry it, but the nice action was wiped away by the leaving of the card on the suitcase.

That Jerk.

He bent over in a rage, almost tearing the piece of paper that was attached to what he had presumed to be his card. He looked at it, focusing it on the neatly written fine print.

Here's your ID Grimmjow-San, I lined it in a shade of blue I think you'll like.

Grimmjow scoffed at the note before throwing it to the side. It might have, and probably came from the younger one, but he was still was in a sour mood from the older one. He inspected the card closely; it had all the details of identification card. It had his name, class, birthday, sex, room number, and identification number, all outlined and decorated with a shade of blue he knew was called teal. (1) He flipped over the card to reveal a picture of himself, shocked that such a picture came out of nowhere. He inspected the picture more closely, and realized that it had been taken five minutes ago, without his knowledge or consent. He was about to wonder exactly when was it taken that he noticed the fact that his suitcase was still there below his arms, waiting to be taken inside of his now appointed room.

So looking at the door handle, he was about to simply turn it and enter it when he realized that above the handle, near the room number, there was an odd machine that looked close to a card register. Upon looking back down at the card in his hand, a soft 'oh' left his lips. (2)

He took the card and swiped it down the machine, looking at one of its red displays turn green with a -----chink- sound. He turned the door handle repeatedly, but to no avail as the door refused to open.

He began to curse increasingly as more of his attempts were made futile, and then when the light went from a green back to a red, he exclaimed a giant "Fuck" that he was sure had been as loud as he thought it was.

When a pair of feet neared him, he wasn't surprised to be addressed, but he was a bit taken back by how the response was almost harshly spoken to him by someone he didn't even know.

"You swipe it twice you retard." Grimmjow turned to this new intruder, taking in the sight in full before deciding his next move. The man in front of him had long black hair and was wearing an odd outfit of white and black, which was what Grimmjow presumed to be a version of the school's twisted uniform. His skin was a pale and comparatively creamy color, as if pasted with a peach chalk from his head to his toes. But the most notable thing about the character was the giant eye patch that took up nearly half of the guy's face.

"Who the hell are you?" Grimmjow threw at the man. He didn't need charity, he would have found out how it worked on his own. The man with the patch simply smiled a wicked smile, exposing a row of teeth he must have been proud to showcase so openly. He snatched the card out of Grimmjow's hand so fast that Grimmjow almost didn't realize that it had been taken.

He looked down at the card's information before swiping the card down the machine's slot twice, causing all of the displays of the device to shine with a green light as well as the word "OK" on the biggest of the three. A –chunk- sound of an unlocking door was heard, and Grimmjow tried to open the door, finding it to be opened as the other had told him it would be.

The taller man simply laughed, and threw him his card back to his chest, where Grimmjow caught it with a growl straight from the darkness of his throat. The man began to walk off, shoving his hands in pockets that Grimmjow hadn't had been aware existed, looking content with the exchange.

"Grimmjow eh? The name's Nnoitra Jiruga." The man whom had just introduced himself walked further down the path, not caring to look back for anything, even a response. Grimmjow had a feeling that he would be seeing him again, whether he wanted to or not.

Was this place full of "helpful" ass wholes?

He looked around, noticing an increase of student activity before he entered his room, stashing his ID into his pocket and pulling his suitcase into the room as he went. Inside the room was clean, but rather used, seeing as to how there was another suitcase in the room already, along with items Grimmjow was sure didn't come with the room. He looked around, searching for any sign of life, only to realize that he was alone in this room that he would now call his home. (3)

He noted upon his inspection a single Television set on a double dresser, with enough drawers to accommodate what Grimmjow believed was to be both his and his roommate's belongings. He began to pull the drawers open, realizing that one side of the drawers were used, stashed with clothing and objects he thought to belong to his currently non-existent roommate. He looked closely at some of the articles of clothing he found in the drawers, noting that most of them held color either of black and white, white and green, or black and green. In some cases, he noted that somehow the clothes held all three. He looked down the drawers, noting in his brain what they held. Throughout the drawers he inspected so far he had found shirts, socks, pajamas (completely green), and other objects like undershirts and clothing accessories. He had only one more drawer left to check before he began to unload his stuff into all of the empty drawers. He pulled open the drawer on the bottom left, nearly yelling in shock out of surprise.

The objects held in that drawer, he was later threatened on knife point; he would never reveal or tell anyone else for the rest of his life.

Underwear.

Not a dildo, not a flesh light, but underwear. But not just run of the mill drawer full of Tidy-whites. There were underwear of all colors and forms, from a metallic silver to a hot pink, from a multicolored thong, to what looked like a sky blue jock strap. This collection of underwear was ridiculously nice. Some of them looked silky; others looked like they were made out of real fur. Grimmjow picked up one of the objects under inspection, easily stretching them out to reveal that whoever wore them must not be too big of a person; they were at least medium sized, if that. This collection of undergarments was, at least to Grimmjow, very interesting.

"Pervert. I'm going to take a shower."

Grimmjow whipped his door to the entrance. How could he not have noticed the sound of the door opening? That first swipe should have registered in his brain. But here he was, caught red handed with a pair of rainbow boxer briefs, held in his hands as if he was a perverted high school freak. But he wasn't, this was just a misunderstanding, and he really didn't want the first impression his roommate to have of him to be a perverted one.

"NO! NO! It's really not what you think! I was just looking to see what drawers I could use!" Grimmjow folded his stolen merchandise and put them back where they belonged, shutting the drawer with a swift thud. He looked up with both his hands held up, as if to accent his innocence. It didn't seem to have much effect as the other boy made his way to the 'shower', not caring for what Grimmjow said to the point of what he could even label Ignoring. He didn't even get a good look at the retreating figure. He had entered, observed, and left the room, all too quickly in succession

Grimmjow frowned to himself as he began to unpack, the only background noise of which to work with was the shower water running, and the rustling noises his bag made as he retrieved anything from its captive state.

Shit.



The sound of running water coming to a stop was what brought Grimmjow out of his daze. He was currently laid out on the top bunk, arms behind his head in a nonchalant position. He would have been asleep, except for the fact that he had to get this underwear mess sorted out. The first day out of who knows how long, and he would be the one labeled a pervert? His pride as a Jaegerjaquez would not allow him to sleep on such a pressing issue. He could even hear his mother telling him to fix this mess before she had to hear about again years later. A door opened, Grimmjow knew and thought it had to be the bathroom's, and in came a still dripping and wet roommate whom he had yet to properly meet. Grimmjow sat up quickly as he entered with nothing but a towel on, as though nothing was wrong with the world. He bent down at the dresser, opening the drawer that had labeled Grimmjow a pervert at an earlier point in time. Sliding on the rainbow boxer briefs and then the green pajamas Grimmjow had seen in the draw before, he turned to face the boy still on the top bunk of the stacked bed. The picture of the boy, still damp from the shower, hit him full on as Grimmjow stared deeply into what he could only describe as pristine green eyes. The compliment to his eyes was within his jet black hair and pale, ceramic skin, which seemed to glow from the heat of a recently finished shower. He could even smell the soap that the boy used. Strong and of cologne. It was a good and fitting scent to the boy he now realized was staring stoically right back at him. His face looked painted, as if every curve that made up his expression was carefully thought out and crafted. He looked like a work of art in Grimmjow's mind.

"Off the top bunk, trash."

Grimmjow blinked, obviously confused. Was he just referred to as trash?

"I'm guessing your ears are as dumb as you appear to be. Please get off of my bunk, garbage."

That was the finishing touch. Grimmjow jumped down from the top of the conjoined beds and picked up the boy by the collar of his green pajama shirt. He looked down at the boy, milking the height difference between them to the best of his ability. He lifted the shorter one off the ground, earning the same look he had been receiving since the beginning of their meeting with each other. His expression refused to change regardless of how pissed Grimmjow became.

Then, from somewhere unknown to Grimmjow, the boy gained enough strength to slap away his compromising hand and then he took up Grimmjow's shirt with a balled fist, reversing their positioning as if it was no hard task at all. Grimmjow looked down on his roommate in a different way, wondering where the hell the boy had become so strong. But the sight of the boy with that same pale and emotionless face met his eyes, and didn't help the situation in the least.

"Good. You understand English. I'm going to sleep."

He carelessly threw Grimmjow on the bottom bunk as though it was nothing. He also didn't make much noise as he climbed up the ladder and into his now claimed top bunk, sliding the covers snugly over his shoulder. He adjusted himself while Grimmjow still lay below him in confusion and shock, until he deemed himself comfortable.

"Pervert."


An: I am so piiiissssseeeeddd…. My chapter was done, uber done, and then because I didn't have in my flash drive, it decided to kick itself from existence, making me redo everything from the counter onwards. If that doesn't kill morale, I don't know what can.

REVIEW. Seriously. That's all I need to survive. Also, if you need to see what the objects look like, (1) (2) (3), check my deviantart account. I drew pictures so you can imagine this story easier.