I feel like I should feel terrible after writing this but I couldn't sleep until I finished. Just happened to be listening to Unfaithful by Rihanna and decided, hey let's write a short something or another about a song. I think my next one will be titled Drowning, derived from the song of the same title by The Backstreet Boys. Please enjoy~
Lips met lips in a hard kiss, full of desire and urgency, but the passion underneath was more than enough for the two. They broke apart but not for long as they clung to one another in desperation, as if it would be their last time. It may just have been their last time in each other's arms.
"Grimmjow.."
Their backs hit the sofa, too lost in one another to make it to the bedroom. Their hands roamed, groping and pinching and rubbing, delving further into their arousal.
"Grimm, we can't - ah," Ichigo's attempt at explaining cut short with the biting and sucking at his neck.
"You can't come to me and say that. You can't come to my house so late at night and expect that I'll just let this go." Grimmjow growled.
A part of Ichigo wanted to just let go and allow Grimmjow what he wanted but the pain over his body wouldn't allow him to forget why he was there in the first place. Grimmjow's hold on him tightened and he gasped aloud in pain.
Everything inside their bubble of hazy lust seemed to freeze at the sound and Ichigo took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Despite this, he could hear it in his own ears as well as he could feel it and he wondered if Grimmjow could hear it and feel it too.
Grimmjow's eyes although darker with the dilation, clouded with anger and annoyance. "He's still abusing you." The statement was so blunt, so loud in the quiet room, Ichigo felt as if he had been stabbed.
"No! Renji's just, he's just-" Ichigo stood.
"He's abusing you! He kicks you where no one can see, he leaves handprints and finger marks around your throat, he fucking beats you up and rapes you when you don't want it and you say nothing! You won't even fight back!" Grimmjow stood too.
"Y - you don't-"
"Don't you dare tell me I don't know, I do know and you know how I know?" Grimmjow ripped the button up, dark and discoloring bruises covered his chest disappearing lower behind a bloodied bandage wrapped messily around the orangette's abdomen. "I've seen it. All of it. I've explored parts of your body you haven't, and yet you try to lie about what he's doing to you."
The blunet reached for the bandages and Ichigo shied away. Grimmjow couldn't see it. The damage had been done.
Quickly, he gathered his coat and ran from Grimmjow, ran from the only person he would truly love, ran because there would be no way to erase the scars, there would be no way.
Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He would try to talk some sense into his lover, he would try and try until he couldn't anymore.
He laid on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring.
Grimmjow rubbed his eyes, glaring at the sun filtering through the window. He sat up and stretched, his bones cracking in retaliation for him not sleeping properly in his bed.
Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring.
He looked at the clock realizing it was only 8:53 in the morning. He grabbed the phone and answered it with a huff.
"Do you not realize I could still be sleeping?" He greeted roughly.
"Grimmjow-san!" He knew the voice. It was Ichigo's kid sister Yuzu or something like that. "It's Ichi-nii!"
His tired brain immediately went alert and into overdrive. "What happened?"
Her tear filled voice finally registered in his mind and his panic only rose. "He's dead! They found him dead in his apartment!" She burst into tears and he dropped the phone. He stared and stared and realized it couldn't be true. He had just seen Ichigo, the were just in a fierce lip lock, it had only been a few hours! He wasn't dead.
Grimmjow grabbed his keys and stormed out of his house, there was no way.
But the disappointment and slowing sinking anguish set right in with the sight of Ichigo. His body laid pale and unmoving, terrible blood and bruises covered his face as if he had been punched over and over in his face, deep slice wounds on his torso and legs and the words slut and mine and whore carved over and over onto the beautiful skin. But the most tragic thing was the horrible castration, the complete and rough removal of shaft and balls, the knife still embedded where the testicles would have been. Grimmjow swallowed roughly and held Ichigo's body close, rubbing his arms over and over.
"Come on Ichi-berry, you said you could do this. You said we would be together. Come on, get warm and come home with me, we can live together, we'll move to wherever you want. We'll go to the countryside and I'll get you the white horse you wanted to ride everyday. We can do everything you just have to wake up, open your eyes Ichi-berry, let me see them please." Grimmjow rocked back and forth, holding Ichigo's battered body to his own.
Karin and Yuzu, who came to identify the body, watched with such sadness. To see the hothead Grimmjow act so pitiful, be so scarred, it wasn't a nice sight. Yuzu hadn't stopped and Karin held her tears by the skin of her teeth. She made a vow she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't go back on that, she couldn't.
The funeral service was held two days after and for Grimmjow it still hadn't sunk in. He went on a bloodthirsty rampage for Abarai Renji's head after they managed to pry him from Ichigo's body but he would be able to get him, not anymore. He hoped the red head died and rotted in prison like the demon he was.
Grimmjow stood at the coffin, his hand on the black polished wood as his lover laid inside and he clenched his fist. He would never get to see all those things Ichigo wanted to show him and he would never know what happened, or what Ichigo really wanted to tell him that night.
A tap on his shoulder had him facing Yuzu again, her eyes red rimmed and her face flushed. "They found this in his apartment, I figured you wanted to have it."
He held the envelope tenderly and choked at the sight of his name on it smudged by what looked like tears. He opened it, the letter inside smudged by tears and hastily written.
He read it over and over. He read it until he memorized it and he read it to Ichigo everyday on their anniversary. He read it until his voice gave way and he reached his hand to grab hold of the one he had missed so dearly.
Grimmjow,
If you found this, it means I didn't make it. It's sad huh? But even though it's sad, you have to move on, things can't stop for you because of me and if you let them stop because of me, I will never forgive you. I know we agreed we wouldn't say it but I can't help it. Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, I love you beyond words, and to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, for better or for worse, I'll keep my arms around you until I can have your arms back around me. It's sappy but it's true. Life will go on so until then, I'll be waiting.
Ichi-berry