I am so sorry that it took so long to get this new story out, I have been really busy lately! But here you go, the first chapter of Keys of the Heart. This will be my most meaningful GrimmIchi fic, lots of angst, yet lots of funny moments and love, so I hope you all will enjoy this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters!
Chapter I
"Despite the lies that you're making,
Your love is mine for the taking,
My love is just waiting,
To turn your tears to roses."
Grimmjow sang out the melodic words with passion, as he did with all of his songs. Feet tapped the ground in beat, his voice ringing out through the large stadium. He personally writes the lyrics for the band-Night Stalkers-and his band mates couldn't be happier. They had no talent in the writing department so they left it to him, where they were more than pleased with his skills.
"Despite the lies that you're making,
Your love is mine for the taking,
My love is just waiting,
To turn your tears to roses,
I will be the one that's gonna hold you,
I will be the one that you run to,
My love is a burning, consuming fire."
As he sang, the beads of sweat on his forehead ran down the sides of his face, mingling with the dripping water from his hair that he had splashed on before the show. Pieces of his hair stuck to his face and he had to shake his head vigorously, the crowd screaming, thinking it was part of the show. Everything he did on stage made the crowd go crazy, especially the women in the audience who threw their bras and panties on the stage. And every time, he would nonchalantly move away from a close by undergarment.
He was so not straight and the sight of the items disgusted him, but he couldn't let his fans know he preferred dick over vagina.
Gross.
The song ended and he pumped his fists in the air in a final goodnight to the audience that now attempted to crawl on the stage. Security guards stood their ground and held them back.
Backstage, his bassist, Szayel, approached him with delighted features.
"Once again, Grimmy, we hit it!"
"Only because I'm fucking sexy," Grimmjow replied with a grin while placing his guitar in its case. "Just think, we'd be twice the richer if I took off my clothes."
"Now, now, Grimmy, we're a rock band, not a traveling strip show!" Szayel exclaimed, giving him a suggestive smile. "Although, I wouldn't mind to see a little."
"Oh, for fuck sakes, get a room!" Nnoitra said as he entered from the back door that led outside to the van. He was going in and out, packing his drum set.
"No, thanks. He's too much of a girl for me. I don't eat that shit."
Szayel guffawed at him before huffing and taking his bass out to the van.
Ulquiorra, the manager, entered through the back door and motioned over his shoulder with a thumb, "You coming with us, Grimmjow?" he asked, noticing the sorrow beginning to set in the bluenettes eyes. He knew the answer. It was the same after every show they played.
Grimmjow shook his head and placed the strap to his case over his shoulder, "Sorry, Ulquiorra."
He brushed past him and exited the facility, not bothering to look at the others as he passed and headed towards his Bugatti veyron.
The car was sleek in the body; one of the fastest cars in the world and the most beautiful. Like most Bugattis, it was two-toned; the outer edges of the hood, rear, and down the doors was black. Blue filled the space between to give it his own personal flair.
Settling himself in the car with his guitar on the floor of the passenger seat, he smirked half-heartedly at the purr the vehicle gave when started.
Curse this curse.
With a sigh, he pulled out of the almost-empty parking lot and began the 35 minute drive home.
He lived in a medium-sized apartment on the second floor. The complex was right on the outskirts of town so he wouldn't feel caged in by the crowded life of the city. It was more like a small flat to accommodate his white grand piano and other accessories.
Of course...no one knew about his piano.
Not once has he let someone other than himself into the apartment. It was his domain; his place of secrets. His past was barely anything to be proud of. Not even his band mates, his closest friends, knew that he could play the piano. It was his secret and his alone.
Once inside the apartment, he set down the guitar case and picked up the mail that had come in through the mail slot in the door. Mail never went unnoticed by him.
A special fan of his always sent him letters filled with poems and songs. Not love songs, mind you. Well...maybe one or two, but that's not the point. What mattered were the words that seemed to sing for themselves; as if they already held a special tune that needed to be played aloud.
And that's when the piano came into use.
Looking through the mail, he found what he was searching for and crossed the room to sit on the stool by the piano. He always expected one letter a week, and if he thought one was late, he would head down to the office and check. Understand, not once has he met this person. All he knows is his name and talent. He could, however, send his personal mail boy to Ulquiorra and have things checked out, but Grimmjow didn't bother.
The name on the return address always struck him as cute and it made him smile, if only for a second.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
He tore open the envelope and gently removed the contents. The tri-folded papers thick and he knew there was more than just a song this time, but an actual letter as well.
Opening that first, he read:
"Dear Grimmjow (note he stopped using honorifics a few letters back), I am terribly sorry to bother you again! This must be the 100th letter from me, which you probably don't even read, but I'll keep trying. I don't care for a response; just read my songs and appreciate them. I write them just for you. I know that...at first, you look rough around the edges and badass, but I can see there's more than that. There must be something in you, in your past that makes you the person I think-I know-you are. If only I could one day meet you and see for myself the man I adore.
This letter is short, but that's because the song I have written you this time is one of the most precious yet... Enjoy it. Feel it.
Your Greatest Admirer,
Ichigo Kurosaki
Grimmjow was now more than eager to read the song. If it was as good as Ichigo said-which it will be-then it would make a beautiful sound.
The cover to the piano was lifted and he set the papers on the stand. From there, his eyes read slowly over the words, taking in the full meaning.
It was sad. In a happy way, though...to the point of tears.
Fingers hovered over the black and white keys, mentally finding the right sound and placing his fingers. With a deep breath...
He began to play.
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Quick first chapter but that's because I'm always so eager to get out the first chapter of a new story! Promise the future chapters will be longer.
AN: The song featured in the next chapter is MY OWN CREATION. So, please, don't use it anywhere else unless you ask.
Please continue, especially if you have a soft spot for a romantic Grimmjow, there will be lots of that, I assure you. But I won't forget that hard side :)
