Alright, there's a lot of things going through my head, this is one of the ones that have been in my mind the longest. I know that there are some people who want me to finish my other stories. And I promise. I will get back to them, and hopefully finish at least one of them by the end of 2017. But at this moment, I really want to do this one. I am so grateful for those of you who keep coming back to read my stories. I had so much positive feedback from Death's Dues, and 6 Cups of Hot Chocolate, and I just want you all to know that I love y'all. I'm currently trying to get back into school, and may soon become a manager at my crappy little job. Anyway, this is just something I've been piecing together for a few months (like 2 years really...) Now as you all know, I do not own any of Bleach. Trust me if I did, Grimm and Ichi would be so lovely together am I right?
Please understand, this chapter is a Prologue, it's going to be rather short compared to the rest of the story. I don't know how many chapters this story is going to be, but I doubt it'll be more than five, that's the plan, if I fail at this plan, it's going to be longer than 5.
Also, you may have noticed I posted a chapter to a story called Survival of the Fittest yesterday, (2/14/2017) and you may or may not be worrying about what is going on through my mind as to why I posted two stories back-to-back. Well let me explain this really quick. I do plan on working on both of these stories. But Survival of the Fittest is going to be a long multi-chapter story. I plan on making it at least 15-20 chapters, maybe more depending. Now I do not have ALL of that story planned out like I usually do, but I am able to get through it as I learn what I want to do with the story more and more. I have a video game that's my impersonation for that one.
White snow covered the ground of the park where Ichigo sat, his jacket wrapped around him as tight as it could with the sky blue colored scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. He let out a breath before looking at him phone once more to check the time. His boyfriend was late. Again. He normally wouldn't care, but this was the fifth date that he was late to in a row. It was starting to bother the orange haired male. He wasn't sure why, but he felt forgotten. Just then, the phone he was so intently staring at lit up with his boyfriend's name in a text. 'Sorry Ichi, I'm caught up at work, can we reschedule?'
With a sigh, he shook his head. He didn't know what he expected from the other. The excuse was similar to the ones that he'd given before. But at least those times he was just late. Now he cancelled. 'Of course, don't work too hard' he sent back before pushing his phone into his pocket. How often was he going to feel like he was being left alone? He wasn't sure.
With a sigh, Ichigo opened up a new message, typing in Shinji's name, he sent a text asking if it was okay for him to stop by, as his apartment was closer to the park than Ichigo's own. He started that way before even receiving a message. But when the message came to him saying that it was fine, he was already halfway there. His hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his face pushed into the scarf, he let out a breath before trying to pull his arms closer, trying to keep the warmth in.
The stairs to the apartment weren't tall, Shinji only lived on the second floor of the building. But the apartment that he lived in was extensive. Using his key to open the unit, he walked right in without even announcing himself. He knew that Shinji didn't care that he was there. The man was probably not even home himself.
"Hey Shin, anything to snack on?" He called as he made an immediate right into the kitchen; there was no sound back. Shinji wasn't home. After shrugging out of his jacket and scarf, he began to rummage through the cabinets before grabbing a pack of oreos and moving on toward the main room. He plopped down rather impetuously before opening up the container and flicking on the TV. Tossing one down the hatch, he mindlessly watched what was playing on whatever was on the tube; his mind in a totally different zone.
His thoughts were so far off that he wasn't even aware of what happened to reality until he felt a hand pushing his shoulder lightly. His eyes shot open, and he took a startled gasp of breath before looking around in confusion before his eyes focused on the blonde male that stood before him. "Dude, don't sleep on my oreos." He said before Shinji snatched up the container.
"What? Oh sorry, I didn't even realize I fell asleep. What time is it?" Ichigo questioned before his eyes instantly locked on the clock that was displayed on the cable box.
"It's eight. What happened with the date night?" Shinji questioned as he closed the cookies and moved around the wall that divided that kitchen and the main room. Ichigo could hear the other rummage through the cabinets. Eight o'clock? That meant that Ichigo was there for a little over an hour, as he'd gotten there a little before seven.
"He was at work, he said we can reschedule though." Ichigo said as he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh.
"Ichi, you know, I don't really think he's got much of a future going for him right? He's been working at that stupid sweets shop for how long now? Is he even trying to get into school?" Shinji said as he began to put food on the stove. Shinji was a chef at a rather high end restaurant. He was also extremely against Ichigo's boyfriend. The guy seriously hates the poor guy. Of course Ichigo didn't say anything to deter the man's feelings toward his significant other, he couldn't find the energy.
"He's going to get into school again. He told me so himself. He said once he's able to make manager in his store, he's gonna get back into school so he can get a pay raise and still go to school." Ichigo got off the couch, walking into the kitchen to see what it was that Shinji would be cooking tonight. "Where's Kensei?" He questioned finally, noticing that the others boyfriend wasn't there per his usual self.
"He's on his way. His client was apparently wanting to have a drink with him. He went of course, but the lady seemed to think he was interested." The blonde said with a snort. Kensei and Shinji had been dating for a little over two years now. The white haired male was a personal trainer at a gym. Ichigo had taken quite a few lessons from him in self defense, along with just working out in general, free of charge too thanks to their being friends.
Taking a sniff of the aroma that came from the pot on the stove, Ichigo's stomach growled out. "It okay for me to stay for dinner?" The orange asked before leaning back against the counter of the opposite side.
"Of course. I figured you would be anyway." Shinji tossed noodles into the boiling spiced water before starting on sauce for it. Ichigo smiled in appreciation to his friend as he moved out into the main room once more. Grabbing his bag that he'd left there the night before, he moved back into the kitchen to sit on one of the stools that sat at the island.
"If there's anything you need help with let me know. I'm at your disposal." He said as he opened his bag and pulled out a book and notepad. He flipped through the pages of his anatomy textbook before looking up to see if Shinji acknowledged his earlier statement. In seeing that the male didn't seem to either notice or care, Ichigo shrugged and went to work.
The two of them sat like this for what seemed like ten minutes in silence before Kensei came into the room. He saw that both boys were silently working, and decided he'd keep quiet and work along side Ichigo with his own class work. Both boys were in college together but they had separate majors. Ichigo was going into the medical field, following in his mother and fathers' footsteps; Kensei was simply studying the general education that most college students need before they can finish out their degree. He didn't know what exactly he was trying to go into, but he knew he wanted to get the required classes out of the way for when he did decide on a major.
Within the next half hour, the food Shinji was preparing was on the table in the dining room, and the three of them sat there, talking about what was going on with their day. Ichigo mostly stayed silent as his mind was still thinking about his boyfriend. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he had a feeling things were going to get so much better. The feeling of impending fortune made his heart flutter and his lips creep into a smile.
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"Fuck it's cold here. Nel seriously, you couldn't have chosen another city to live in? You couldn't have chosen another school? Why the hell did you have to come here to such a cold fucking city? There's snow!" A blue haired male said as he drove the electric blue colored Jaguar F-Type along a city road. The woman he was speaking to was sitting next to him, running her right hand through her hair as her left held her chin as she looked out the window.
"Oh chill, you have the heat on. It's not like you're gonna die right now." She said as she pulled up Grimmjow's phone, looking at the device to see that his best friend Nnoitra had messaged him. "Hey, Nnoi is asking when we're gonna be there."
With a growl, Grimmjow poked at the screen that sat in between the two of them, clicking on the GPS button and bringing up the map. "The house is still ten minutes from here. You just had to pick the one place that was in the middle of nowhere." He said as he moved his hand back to the shift knob. He noticed almost immediately when people saw him as they tended to stare at the expensive car, it made him feel proud as he pulled up to a stop light.
"Oh look Grimmy, we're gonna fit right in." Nel said as she pointed toward a guy with bright red hair, tattoos ground his eyebrows and from what Grimmjow could tell, they were along the man's neck too. He stood there with a short black haired girl, the two seemed to laugh a little before he leaned down to kiss the short girl.
"Great. Another color wars." He said sarcastically before turning back to the road ahead of him, waiting for the light to turn green. Once it had, he took off once more down the road. The streets he took wound and went up and down hills until he came to a gate that sat by a desolate road. Lowering his passenger's window, he waited for her to press the combination before the gate opened up and he pulled through.
"Welcome brother, to our new home." Nel said as she looked toward the building. Nel was younger than Grimmjow by nearly six years, just three months shy. Without a sound, Grimmjow moved toward the garage that took up the whole first floor of the home. Driving through the door that was already open for him, he parked next to a tall black Wrangler.
Getting out of the car, Grimmjow made sure to press the garage door button that was newly attached to his keys to close the doors. He had yet to see the house that his sister had purchased for them. But from what he could tell from the outside of the house alone, the place was going to be magnificent. He was sure that Nnoitra was already planning to throw many parties to have as many college girls come over as he could.
Walking into the house via the stairs that lead up into a hall, Grimmjow allowed Nel to head up first. The door that was blocking their paths was a standard white wood door, but when Nel opened that door, the home was anything but standard. The floors were solid redwood, the walls were sandstone brown that held pearl white accents at the base. Grimmjow instantly went to the right of the door he just came from; the house held five bedrooms with four baths. He of course was the primary owner despite his sister being the one that went through the struggle of getting the property; she didn't have any financial income, so they didn't let her put it in her name. So with that in mind, Grimmjow told her the only reason he would accept that would be as long as he could have the master bedroom.
When he walked into his room, he looked around. All of his things were already moved into the room; Nnoitra had been living in this house since they bought it a month prior, so he made sure to move their stuff in as soon as he was able to. Nnoitra was also a student at Karakura University, he was the same age as Grimmjow, albeit a few months younger. He was currently in his fourth year enrolled there. So with all of that in mind, he moved into the house that his long time best friend had bought so he wouldn't have to pay for board from the school and live in a dorm.
Letting out a breath, Grimmjow made his way toward the large king-sized bed before falling face-first into the pillows. He let out a groan of exhaustion before turning to the side, his eyes landing on the clock that was set next to his bed. Nnoitra went all out with setting up, so far to even set the man's alarm for when he'd need to be up to get to work. Grimmjow's work consisted of being on the computer; he ran a multi-million dollar company that ran throughout the world.
As his eyes lingered on the time, everything seemed to blur, and his memory of those last few seconds at looking at the time disappeared as his eyes closed and he fell into sleep.
Well there you all have it. Please remember, this is a shorter chapter for this story as it is simply a prologue. I have 99.9% of this story planned out thanks to a song I heard. I instantly started to piece a story together when I heard the song, so I had to write one. It's how my mind works. Anyway, please let me know what you all are thinking about this story, I would really like to hear any input that y'all may have.