Warning: AU, shounen-ai/yaoi/male x male, fluff, slight OOCness, and fluff?
Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, I wouldn't be writing this, would I?
Ichigo leaned back against the counter, wiping his brow. He looked around the freshly painted slightly larger than average room. Finally, it was done. It had taken him nearly a week to get the place painted. Next was everything else. The redhead's brow furrowed at the thought.
The orange haired teen looked out the paneled glass, watching as people – adults and kids alike – looked in the nearly bare room in amazement. The sign outside hadn't been finished yet, but they all knew what this place was because of the fliers he had put up around town.
Jaeger Café.
The local café was known around the world though was located only in Germany. It offered many well known Japanese cuisines with a hint of European style. Though, it had been that time again so Di Roy and Ilforte were forced to watch over the one in Germany while Ichigo and Grimmjow, along with the rest of the former arrancar's fraccion, moved back to Japan.
The strawberry sighed, loudly. It was starting to get on his nerves, having to move around every several years or so. He missed the days when the governments were nonexistent and didn't have to know who everyone was or where they were.
It had been so easy back then.
A loud bang echoed throughout the room followed by muffled curses. "Are you okay in there?" The orange-haired teen asked, a smile forming on his face as he heard Pesche calling out how kind and caring Ichigo was compared to his evil, stick-in-the-ass partner.
Pesche and Dondochakka had shown up with Nel, a child Arrancar, when Grimmjow carried the girl into their apartment about two weeks ago, a less than amused look on his face. To say that the girl was ecstatic was an understatement. The sea form haired girl had clung to him for a week, pointing things out and asking questions about everything in between while calling him 'mommy'.
The ringing of the doorbell could be heard and Ichigo quickly ran up the stairs to the apartment over head, opening the door panting.
"My, so the rumors are true. The disastrous duo really is back. How long has it been?"
"Not long enough," the strawberry muttered, opening the door wider to let them in, "So what brings you here, Urahara?"
----x----
Grimmjow walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, a bored expression on his face. He had told Ichigo he was looking for a job, but right now, he could care less. If only to get away from those annoying hollows.
He arrived at a park – the park where he and Ichigo had first met, first fought. The teal haired man laughed, remembering the fight. They had caused such an uproar, both human and spirit world. And to think that this one fight had changed his life for the better.
He shook the thoughts away before continuing on his way. He passed by a vaguely familiar soccer field – ah, yes, he was getting close.
Grimmjow had no idea as to what compelled him in this direction. Maybe it was the urge to see what time had done to the place or possibly to see if it had been inhabited by new people. Didn't matter to him, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Curiosity killed the cat," is what Ichigo almost always said in this kind of situation. It pissed the teal haired man off to know end but the kid had a point. No matter now annoying it was.
He stopped in front of a building that stated "Kurosaki Clinic" in large white kanji on a blue sign. Well, what do we have here? Grimmjow's grin widened as he walked into the clinic.
The receptionist looked up from her desk, papers covering the surface. "May I help you?," she asked, pushing her glasses up with her index finger.
Grimmjow looked around before shrugging. "I was hoping I could meet with Dr. Kurosaki."
----x----
"We have a problem Ichigo."
"If it has anything to do with the Soul Society, I don't want anything to do with it. Those bastards lost my trust years ago."
"I know that, but this is for the sake of the world. We're currently at war with the Arrancar's."
"W-What?"
----x----
"Ah, so you must be the Dr. Jaegerjaquez I've heard so much about. If I may ask, why are you here?" Well, you see, I'm a former Arrancar posing as a human for the last few hundred years and me and my boyfriend decided to move back as to not cause disturbance back in Germany. Oh, and did I mention that you two are related?
"My partner and I have decided to move to Japan permanently, but I can't apply for a job at a hospital still I have citizenship. Plus I don't care much for all the chaos anyway." Lies, all of it, but it would have to do; except for the chaos bit of course.
"Of course. Well then, fill out the job application and you can start immediately," Isshin smiled, grabbing and handing him the job application and clip board the secretary had set out moments before. Sighing, Grimmjow walked over to one of the chairs in the waiting room and plopped down, looking at the annoying piece of paper.
Now, what year did he and Ichigo agree that he was born…?
----x----
After Grimmjow had filled out an application, he had been sent to work immediately. It was mostly just grunt work; checkups on snot nosed brats with overprotective mothers, the guy who faked an injury just to get high on medication, and the like.
It could be worse – he could be in an actual hospital with twice, maybe even three times as many problems. He'd rather stick with this one. Plus, the Kurosaki family was insanely hilarious. They were definitely related to Ichigo.
Currently, he was walking back to the café/apartment with the box of rice curry that Yuzu – one of Isshin's daughters – had insisted he take back. Something about being romantic. Whatever.
A few minutes later he was scrounging his pockets for the keys. He had a feeling that Ichigo was still working on the café, even at this late an hour. The boy was stubborn and didn't know when to quit, but, then again, that was a quirk Grimmjow loved.
When he finally found them, nearly ten minutes later, he almost whooped for joy. Key word being almost here. Sticking the key into the lock, he turned it only to find that it was already opened. 'That seriously bites.'
He picked up the key and walked into the apartment, closing the door with his foot. "Ey, Ichigo! I got some food and you wouldn't believe who I found today." Grimmjow walked into the kitchen, turning the light on only to peer through the bar at his strawberry and Mr. Hat-and-Clogs, along with that one big guy, sitting in the living room.
"What are you doing here?" He nearly growled. If this damn pervert was here because of the fucking Soul Society he'd…..
"Grimm, Soul Society are at war with the Arrancars and the Human World might not survive it."
……
"What?"
Yeah…..don't ask.