Heya, guys. Soo I've read my fair share of GrimmIchi and I really enjoyed a lot of them. So now that I've gotten my fill, I've decided to write my own. Hopefully this story will spur me into constantly updating my other story. Anyway, lemme know whatcha think. I love reading your reviews so try to leave them as often as possible, yeah? Yeah, so here we go!
I do not own Bleach. It'd be pretty freakin' sweet if I did, though.
YAOI/BoyXBoy
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"Fuck you, Grimmijow! I hope you burn in hell, you piece of shit!" Francesca, my freshly discarded ex-girlfriend all but screeched at me as she kicked over my coffee table. Damn. I just bought the fucking thing too. I shrugged my shoulders, something that I knew damn well I shouldn't have done, and followed her to the door, seeing her out like the gentleman I was raised to be. Ha, that's a lie.
"I'll see you there, Frenchie." I smirked as I closed the door in her face, not giving two shits about what she may have had to say. I rooted around in my pockets for my cigarets and lighter before placing it between my lips and lighting it.
I wasn't always like this. When I say like this, I mean acting like the piece of shit that Francesca none-to-kindly pointed out. I used to be less stressed,less asshole-y, if that's even a word. I swore less, if you can believe that, smoked less, drank less. But shit changed after I got hurt. One swift, strategically placed kick to my head changed my life in more ways then one. Well, that and two ruined shoulders blades. Life's a cruel bitch. I took a long drag from my cigaret. Exhaled. Inhaled. Then exhaled again. Then my phone rang. For a minute there, I was just gonna sit there and watch the silver IPhone ring. But it could have been my parents with news about Neliel. I sighed heavily and picked up the phone. Bad. Fucking. Idea.
"Chance?" Barragans gruff voice asked as soon as I accepted the call. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
"Yeah?" I exhaled, along with a puff of white smoke. I waited for a good thirty seconds, listening to someone in the background talk shit about who I assumed to be me. Like I give a damn.
"You haven't been going to therapy, have you?" My trainer asked sternly, sounding pissed off to the nth degree.
"Of course I have." I lied, stubbing out my cigaret.
"Bullshit! You haven't checked into the rehabilitation center once and no one has seen you come in. Did you forget about security cameras, dipshit?" He fumed. I rolled my eyes. So maybe I did forget about the security cameras. "I'm coming to get you. If you're not sitting on the porch by time I get there, I'm gonna beat your ass and drag you to rehab."
"I've got my own car. I can drive myself." I grumbled.
"Just because you have a car doesn't mean you're actually going to go. Now shut up and get outside." He finished before hanging up. I growled as I stuffed my phone and keys into my pocket before heading out of the front door. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, although my hair says otherwise, but I'm not dumb enough to argue with an ex pro-boxer. I waited out front for a good ten minutes before Barragans newly washed, chrome Hummer pulled into my driveway. With a huff, I got up off the stoop and made my way over to the truck.
"Why can't you just listen to me when I tell you to do things?" He asked as I got in.
"I waited outside like ya said, didn't I?" I smirked. Barragan shot me a dirty look before backing out.
"You know what I mean. If you would just go to the appointments, you would already be back in the ring."
"It's an octagon, actually." I mumbled, which earned me a swat to the back of my head. "Watch it! I've already been kicked in the head. Don't make it worse." He didn't answer me or say anything,for that matter, for the rest of the drive.
"Get in there. Get treated. Get out. That's all you have to do for the next few months. Can you handle that or do I have to hold your hand the whole time?" He asked.
"I got it. I'll see ya later." I told him as I got out.
"Chance." Barragan called before I walked into the building. "Take this seriously, yeah?"
"Yeah. Later." I called before lighting another cigaret and walking into the building.
White. That's all I saw. That was the very reason why I hated hospitals. Anti-bacterial soap and sterilization. Who could stand this scent all day? Not me. I walked over to the front desk and signed in.
"Um, sir? There's no smoking in here." The mousy, brown haired receptionist mumbled. I almost didn't hear her, so I pretended I didn't.
"Where do I go?" I asked, exhaling smoke.
"The therapy room. Room 156. Please put out your cigaret." She stated. Again, I didn't listen. I just proceeded to walk to room 156.
"Daddy look! It's soo blue!" A child called. I turned my head to see a little girl clutching a stuffed turtle running towards me. I sighed and stubbed my smoke out on the tiled floor as I crouched down to the child's height.
"Masami, come back here now!" Her father called. Masami didn't listen and kept running until she stopped in front of me.
"Your hair is blue. Light blue. I learned it in class today." She smiled, staring at my hair. Kids are the only ones who can do that without getting hurt. They don't know any better.
"Yes. Yes it is." I smiled, which was rare but kids, good kids, are just about the only kids I do that for. Masami shifted on her small, sock clad feet.
"Can I...Can I touch it?" She asked meekly. I nodded and watched her small hand ascend to the shaved part of my hair on the left side of my head. "They're gonna shave my hair too. Does it hurt?" She asked. I'm not a bitch or anything, but that just broke a piece of my heart. Her big gray eyes watered as she touched the left side of her hair. A beautiful shade of red.
"No, it doesn't. You're going to get better. So much better that they won't have to shave your hair." I consoled her, patting the top of her small head.
"Bu-But they said that the cancer will make me lose my hair." She stammered as her father walked up behind her.
"You'll be all better before that happens." That's all I could think to tell her. She smiled and nodded.
"What's your name?" She asked as her father crouched beside us.
"Chance." I smiled. Her smile widened and she held a small hand out, which I took.
"Hi, Chance. I'm Masami and I'm 7 years old." Masami answered. I patted her head and stood up.
"It was nice to meet you. I've got an appointment that I'm supposed to be at. I'll see you again some day, okay?" I asked.
"Promise?" She asked, holding up her pinky. I nodded and took her pinky in mine.
"I promise." I said with a smile as I walked away, and relit my cigaret, taking a drag. I walked down the too white hallway until I came to room 156, a set of double doors. I inhaled and then exhaled before pushing the doors open. I don't think I was fully prepared for what I saw. Yoga pants and bare skin. Nicely toned, tanned, and lithe. He was bent over in some weird ass yoga . Hell yes.
"Put the cigaret out. Then take off your shirt and sit on the table." Was my greeting. I huffed and walked over to the table, shrugging off my jacket and pulling my green v neck over my head. Still didn't put out the cigaret. Not gonna waste it. I looked around the large room, taking in everything that I could. Weights, punching bags, beams, mats and then honey brown. Eyes to be exact.
"Didn't I just say put the damn cigaret out?" The toned man before me asked, breathing a little heavily. Mint scented breath fanning over my face like a cool breeze. I like that. I stared at his face. Kinda hard actually. Straight nose, slightly pointed chin, and freckles like nobody's buisness. The kid's cute. My cigaret was snatched from my lips and stubbed out on the table below me.
"What the fu-" I started. Who did this little shit think he was?
"What'd you do?" He asked, cutting me off as he started studying my bare chest. His eyes were calculating, taking in every inch of skin he could.
"Fucked up my shoulders." I said, eyeing the form in front of me.
"Doing what?" He asked placing his hand on my shoulder and giving a light squeeze. I tried not to wince. I really did. But even that faint squeeze hurt. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was this hurt." The bright headed kid said, his eyes flickering up to meet mine as he began rubbing my shoulder apologetically. There was silence between us, save for a few pained grunts on my part as he pinched and prodded and my shoulders.
"MMA." I said faintly. He cocked his head to the left in a way that can pretty much only be described as cute. The kid was cute.
"I'm sorry? Say again?" He asked curiously. I smirked at the soft tone that he had taken with me. That smirk was his undoing. A crimson blush spread from the bridge of his nose to his ears. Again, I say, this kid is cute.
"I said 'MMA'. You deaf?" I grinned, teasing him only slightly.
"N-No! You...You just said it too quietly." He stammered, entire face now completely red. I laughed, another rarity in my life.
"Calm down, kid. I'm just kiddin'." I chuckled.
"I'm twenty-five. Not a child." He mumbled. "Stand up for me." I nodded and did as I was told.
"There's no way you're older than I am." I told him as he pulled me by my arm into his office.
"And how's that?" He asked, taking out a clipboard and gesturing for me to step on the scale.
"You look like you should still be in high school." I said honestly. He pursed his lips before poking them out. If this kid got any hotter, he and my mattress were about to become one single being.
"Aw, man. And here I was trying to look all grown up and you've figured me out." He pouted, scribbling my weight down on the paper.
"It's alright, man. Atleast you still look hot." I commented as he measured my height. Once again, his whole face turned red.
"I-I...Um. W-What's your name?" He asked, staring at the paper like it was the most interesting thing ever.
"Chance." He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"Alright, 'Chance'." He air quoted. "What's your last name?"
"Jaegerjaques."
"Chance...Jaegerjaques? That's your name?" He asked. I nodded. It is my name. Just not my first name. He smiled and lead me back to the table where he had me bend over and touch my toes. I failed.
"Yeah, why?" I asked as he poked a rib a bit too hard. "Ow." I winced yet again.
"Nothing." He smirked as he touched each of my ribs and counted. "Two." He said. "Two cracked ribs."
"What's your name?" I asked, ignoring his comment from earlier.
"Pro." He said, walking into his office and emerging with some supplies. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Pro?" He nodded.
"Pro Kurosaki." He smirked. "Alright. In short, you've cracked your second rib on the right, sixth on the left. You've pulled several muscles in both shoulder blades and one in your lower back. You'll be okay in my hands." He smiled and began to bandage my rips in a splint of sorts.
"Pro?" I asked again. He sighed and shook his head.
"Yes. As in 'Protector'." He stated as he assisted me in putting my shirt and jacket back on. I could do it on my own but he insisted that I didn't. "Come back every day between 12 am to 6pm for the next few months, okay?" I nodded and reached for my cigarets again. But I was stopped by a soft but firm hand. "Cut back on the smoking too. It makes you smell bad and look less attractive then you are." Pro smirked. I returned the smirk and leaned towards his ear.
"So I'm attractive now, am I?" I asked in a low, gruff tone,sending a visual chill down his bare back.
"Yes, very. " he whispered back. "And if I wasn't loyal to my cheating, sack of shit boyfriend, I'd kiss you right now." He whispered back, his mouth just close enough to my ear to where he could tug at my earlobe. You wouldn't begin to understand how turned on that got me.
"What he won't know, won't hurt him." I whispered back, my lips mere millimeters from his. If either one of us said anything, we'd be kissing already. Those warm, molten brown eyes, caramel colored freckles and shockingly orange eyebrows captivated me as he bit his lips.
"Normally I'd back away right now, but I can't seem to...do that...right now." He mumbled lowly as his eyes slid closed and his lips pressed against mine, his hands pressed against my chest as I pulled him closer to me by his waist. Oh, what a glorious tongue this kid had. It slid against mine, mapped out every inch of my mouth that I allowed it too, which wasn't much before I dominated the kiss, sliding his tongue and mine into his mouth. I plundered and mapped every millimeter of that sinfully delicious mouth; which tasted like fruit. Oranges and apples and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"You're killing me here." He breathed as we broke apart for air. Never in all my years of tonguing down both men and women, have I had a kiss like that. One that left me pining for more. Wanting to feel that sweet burn. The feel on his lips on mine.
"I don't know why the fuck that idiot boyfriend of yours would ever cheating on someone as sexy as you." I blurted, not paying attention to the words that were coming out of my mouth. He laughed as sweet, melodic laugh that sounded like it came from an angel dipped in sex.
"Neither do I. But hey, shit happens." He sighed, staring at the floor awkwardly. I tilted his head up and kissed him again, although not as deep this time. He gladly accepted it though.
"He's a fucking idiot." I told Pro, staring deep into those mahogany pools. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pro." I smirked as he nodded with his crimson dusted cheeks.
"S-See ya, Chance." He called as I walked out. On my way down the hall, I passed a guy about my height with ash white hair who glared at me like his life depended on it. Arrogant son of a bitch.
"Chance! Are you okay?" Masami asked as I walked over to the waiting area. I smiled.
"Yes. I'm fine. Just a little bit beat up." I informed her. Pulling out my almost empty pack of cigs. Smoked a lot today. Masami eyed the box and then me and her face fell.
"Those can give you cancer. I don't want you to end up like me. Promise me you'll throw them away?" She asked, tugging on my jacket. I nodded and walked over to a near by trash can and threw them away before returning to Masami.
"All gone. I'll stop smoking, okay?" I said with a smile to which she returned with a wider one as I crouched down.
"Now you'll be healthy." She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Yeah, healthy. Sure, I'll try.
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