Summary: Ichigo is a boy with an overactive imagination and thinks he is a neko. When an exchange student comes to his school he at first doesn't like him. But what happens when he wants to join his game? Multiple pairings.
Delicate smells woke the sleeping cat, it's eyes still closed as it rose from it's windowsill, it's eyes finally slitting open. Orange fur rustled as a thin body was shook from the stiffness of sleep, long claws extending before retreating back into white paws. The slender body coiled back, hind legs pushed tight against its backside before it leaped into the air. In a puff of dark red smoke the small slender cat morphed. A slender, frowning boy walked from the red smoke cloud, sighing as he headed out of his room.
His body was clad in a tight black shirt and dark purple skinny jeans, white socks covering his long feet. His hair was spiked in all directions, colored a bright orange like an orange crayon. He jogged down the stairs, ducking with a grunt when a foot came flying for his face. His father flew over his head, smashing into a wall with a yelp.
"Ichigo! As fast as ever!" his father's muffled praise tore an irritant sigh from his throat, Ichigo continuing to the kitchen. His sister's Karin and Yuzu sat at the table, Karin's rough features displaying the same frown he adorned. Yuzu was as bright as ever, turning her head to give her big brother a large smile.
"Ichigo you're going to be late so hurry up and eat!" Yuzu chirped, Ichigo giving her a small smile he seemed to only really reserve for her. She reminded him so much of their deceased mother, her looks and attitude. He wouldn't be surprised if she was her reincarnation.
He ate quickly and went back up stairs, avoiding another kick on the way. He closed his bedroom door and dressed into his uniform for school, looking at himself in the mirror.
This was going to be a long day.
The day went about normally. Nothing was out of out place in this small town he called home. He went to school, did his work, and passed a surprise quiz. It was the everyday routine.
It tired him.
He sat back, tapping his pencil against the desk with a frown, looking out the window he sat next to. The wind blew softly, the leaves on the awakening tree outside his classroom dancing, a leaf pulling away from the rest. It flew away in small circles, Ichigo sighing.
"Class!" Their teacher yelled to get their attention, Ichigo looking to the slim woman.
"We have a new student who just came in today. He's an exchange student from America so treat him nicely," their teacher ordered, Ichigo losing his interest. He was about to look out the window again but stopped, his eyes widening slightly.
Blue. Ichigo stopped tapping his pencil.
A tall boy who looked like he could be in college walked and stood next to their teacher, his blue eyes not locking with anyone's in particular but still freezing everyone in place. Blue hair was spiked on his head, his jaw the most perfect of structures, something guys like him wished for. He towered over their teacher, a small smirk that almost seemed smug on his lips. His skin was a tad tan but not overly so, almost perfectly hugged by his tight school uniform.
He had broad shoulders and a slim and almost visibly muscular torso. He was a man of many females fantasies and though no one would admit it, many boy's wet dreams.
Ichigo gulped.
With the small movement those ice cold eyes locked on him, Ichigo's frown deepening when his stomach twisted. He looked away but those eyes never left him. Their teacher introduced him, Ichigo furrowing his eyebrows at his obscured name.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
To him it sounded ridiculous, but when he looked back to the blue haired exchange student, he found it fit him.
It sounded violent and freaky, sending shivers up everyone's spines. With that smug smirk Ichigo knew the boy knew the effect he had on everyone in the class.
His hand tightened around his pencil. He wanted to punch that smug smirk off his face. Despite holding power, he looked and seemed arrogant, self consumed, and obnoxious. That pissed Ichigo off.
His luck was proved to be shitty that day because he was told to sit in the empty desk next to him, Ichigo wincing as he sat down next to him. He didn't want him near him, he would rather have his throat slit.
He ignored him to the best of his ability, his eyes concentrated on the tree outside, a small sigh escaping his lips.
"Hey?" Ichigo looked to Grimmjow, a scowl on his sharp features.
"What?" Ichigo hissed, the ignorant exchange student's smirk widening.
"What's your name?"
Ichigo was stuck with the exchange student for the rest of the day because they had all of the same classes, his patience thinning quickly.
Lunch came and rolled by, Grimmjow staying by him and getting to know all of his friends.
When the bell signaled for dismissal he was quick to leave, going to the tree he had saw outside his classroom.
He climbed high, and in a puff of smoke his form morphed into that of a cat. He rested his head against the rough park, his eyes lidded lazily. The grass surrounding the tall tree shifted and rustled with the soft breeze that blew against his face and played with his hair, his eyes closing.
He breathed in deeply, a sweet scent entering his flared nostrils. He opened his eyes.
"Ichigo."
His lips pulled down into a frown.
Grimmjow stood beneath his tree, a smirk still ever present on his lips.
Ichigo sat up, his body engulfed in the red smoke, coming away from it as he jumped down to the ground as human.
"What do you want? Why do you keep following me?" Ichigo hissed, Grimmjow tilting his head to the side.
"Because I can," he said simply, Ichigo hissing angrily at him.
His smirk pulled into a smile.
"Why do you hiss at me?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo caught off guard.
Wasn't it obvious?
"I'm a neko," he told him cautiously, knowing not everyone understood his way of seeing things.
Grimmjow chuckled.
Ichigo frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You got a problem with that?" he hissed, Grimmjow raising his hand, shaking his head.
"No," he chuckled, clearing his throat before setting his humor filled eyes on Ichigo's offended body posture.
"Can I be one too?"
Ichigo was caught off guard, staggering back a step. He kept getting caught off guard and it was starting to intrigue him, tilting his head to the side. Unlike most people, he couldn't understand or know Grimmjow's actions before he did them, putting on a thoughtful face.
Should he?
"If I say yes... Then you have to be my apprentice," Ichigo finally replied, Grimmjow smirking.
"Why?" he asked, Ichigo giving him an it's obvious stare.
"You don't know how to be one," he said simply, Grimmjow looking to the tree behind Ichigo.
He walked up to it, jumping up into it. A puff of blue smoke engulfed his body, Ichigo gaping as blue eyes stared down at him.
"How's this?"
Ichigo laughed at the blue furred panther that stared down at him, it's lean body rippling with muscle as it rested on the branch it balanced on.
"That's amazing!" Ichigo laughed, hopping up into the tree on the other side, his body engulfed into a puff of smoke. He wasn't even close to being as big as Grimmjow, more of a mere house cat rather than a large predator.
"How did you know how to do it?" Ichigo asked as he rested on his branch, Grimmjow only smirking. In his cat form it was rather intimidating, Ichigo turning onto his back, balancing his body's weight on the slim branch.
"It's a secret," Grimmjow said with a wink, Ichigo snorting. He didn't mind his presence too much then.
"You're still my apprentice," he told him, Grimmjow raising his head, his eyes holding something that made Ichigo feel uneven and his face hot.
"I could always teach you something," he said lowly, Ichigo blushing to the point you could almost see his fur turn a tad red.
Even though they weren't supposed to, they stayed there and talked about everything under the stars till they were ordered to leave by a grumpy janitor. They turned back into their human forms and left quickly, Ichigo running home as his mood was considerably lightened.
After many years of being called insane and weird, there was finally someone who was like him.
He ran into his home only to be kicked in the face by his dad. His head connected with the floor with a loud thud, his teeth grit as pain shot down his spine. His mood soured quickly.