Morning After Dark
Warning: The following story contains explicit language and scenes that some readers may find offensive.
This chapter is rated T
Pairings: Grimmjow x Ichigo
I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I do, however, own this story.
Forgive me for any mistakes that I made in the following story.
Dawn
I
I can't remember the last time I smiled.
…
When I was younger, life seemed so simple and yet so intriguing.
I felt complete, fortunate to be alive.
I remember my loving mother, whose smile encouraged me to move on when times were rough.
My crazy, gout face of a father, whose eccentric nature made me question the likelihood of him being my real parent.
My sisters who would do anything for me and in return I would give up everything, my body, my soul and my life to protect them.
I remember, my girlfriend who I valued and cherished as if she was the only soul purpose of my existence.
My friends: Chad, Keigo and Tatsuki, who I treasured as much as my real family.
All those people, where so important to me.
I would have followed them till the end of the earth, fought and died for them without hesitation.
Yes, life seemed complete.
Seemed?
Ha, it was complete.
I thought that it would stay that way, unchanged, calm and stable forever.
I was happy.
I smiled.
Who knew that all the things that I held so dear, would just burn, crumble and disappear like they never even existed?
It's so sickeningly ironic, that something as grand as my life, that seemed so complete, so warm, so borderless could just vanish so easily, right in front of my eyes in a matter of hours, minutes, seconds even.
Yeah.
I can't remember the last time, I smiled.
He felt his head pulse and the sweet odor of his cologne mixed with smell of cigarettes didn't make him feel any better. The feeling of dying from intoxication never left his side.
Ugh!
He turned around, naively hoping that the smell, that was making him sick to his stomach, was going to disappear if he looked the other way around. But instead, light dizziness appeared out of nowhere and started to overpower his senses.
It was morning, or so he guessed. He felt the sunlight reaching its way into the room and tickling his back. Making him sweat buckets and even more nauseas then he already was.
That's odd. I clearly remember pulling down the curtains in the living room.
The young man shifted lightly. Lie on his back, he sluggishly started to open his eyelids, which seemed to be glued together.
He noticed an unfamiliar ceiling, a small window covered by a thin cloth. He tried to raise his head, but soon noticed the cramped space, that restricted his movements. The young man situated himself on his elbows. He glanced down and noticed his naked torso, covered by a red fabric. The orange haired male raised the material in one swift motion, only to drown in self-hatred after a second. There was a thin arm clinging to his hips. He followed it slowly, gradually turning his head to the right.
Fuck!
A naked, slim figure lie next to him, which maybe even wouldn't be such a bad thing if… and only if… he could manage to remember this person. His name, age or where he met him? He glanced around the small flat, putting together the small amounts of memory like a jigsaw puzzle, quickly concluding that some pieces are missing, like they never even existed.
After a few minutes of intense mind fuckery, Ichigo decided to crawl out of the petite persons embrace and get dressed as quickly as he could, trying not to wake the smaller figure in the process.
Up we go!
He moved cautiously. Gently placing the young ones arm on the mattress and crawling slowly out of the bed, looking back and checking if the commotion didn't wake the sleeping figure. He really wasn't in the mood to explain anything to anybody right now. Especially, if he himself didn't know what's going on.
So, what was I wearing again?
The orange haired young man scratched his nape, scanning the room for his clothes. He found one clothing item after another. However, he still couldn't manage to find his shirt... T-shirt... sweater or whatever he was wearing that night.
„Are you looking for this? " A husky, low voice that softly rang in his ears came from the other side of the room. There he was, a cute and innocent looking young man, with whom apparently Ichigo had sex with, holding up what supposedly... was his... dress shirt.
„Ah, yeah... thanks. " The orange head answered, slowly examining the black colored, pin-striped, dress shirt, hanging in the younger males' hand.
So I bought new clothes again.
„Hmm... you're not as talkative as you were yesterday." The smaller male commented, sleepily glancing over at Ichigo.
"You don't say?" His words resembled a barely noticeable mumble.
After putting on the clothing item, which Ichigo clearly remembered he didn't own, he turned around and started tiredly walking towards the door, where he hoped he will manage to find his shoes.
"Don't you want coffee… or I can order something to eat?" The young male asked while sleepily rubbing his eyes and standing up from the small bed. Ichigo ignored him unintentionally. Blame it on the lack of sleep or on the confusion caused by a humongous hangover and disorientation.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The boy raised his voice a bit, showing off his dissatisfaction for the leaving of the other figure. This time the orange haired male noticed the teens' useless attempts in starting a conversation, but he didn't answer, he didn't even look back or show any kinds of emotions that would indicate on his interest in the just awakened smaller male. After swiftly putting on his shoes, he stood up. The unexpected embrace making him stumble.
"Didn't you like it? Was it that bad? Just tell me what you like! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't…don't leave…please! I…I like you!" The boy blurted out in a loud, yet sad voice, the last part coming out as a teary whisper. Ichigo turned around to face the shorter figure that was desperately clinging to his shirt. The teen shivered, trying to hide his embarrassment and tears, that were slowly appearing in his heavily lidded eyes. Ichigo sighed, his scowl deepened. He tried to be as delicate as he could, yet understood that in this situation he will look like a total ass, regardless of his answer.
"I'm sorry."
"…jow-san… Grimmjow-san! Grimmjow…"
"WHAT!"
"Good morning!"
"Fuck off!"
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques hated waking up early as much as he hated his blond haired assistant. If not for the dedication towards his current job, he would most gladly kick the annoying little bitch out and sleep the day away. He crashed back into his mattress, with a laud thud and swiftly covered himself up with the jet black, silky material. His disinterest in the blonds bickering clearly noticeable in his still sleeping face.
"I'm really sorry, but sir you have a meeting with the agency at 8.30. Please sir wake up, while I make you breakfast," the blond haired male said showing his obvious dissatisfaction towards the teal haired mans lack off enthusiasm.
"Humph…"
He needed to wake up. He hated when people accused him of being lazy or that he wasn't serious towards his job. Which, however you looked at it was a false accusation, considering his rapidly growing popularity and his dedication towards his still rising career.
"Ugh…"
Grimmjows nose and blue bangs were the only things that stuck out from beneath the silk blanket. He opened his eyes, slowly. The blue haired man resembled pretty much a puma that crawled outside his cozy and warm cave. He managed to sit up, lazily yawning in the process. After scratched the blue mess of hair, he glanced at his cell, which lie on the small cabinet, next to his bed.
"For the love of god, its still 6 am," the teal haired male growled.
Ilforte Grantz was a very punctual person and took his job really seriously. Grimmjow hated his snobbish attitude and as it seemed fake personality, being polite and docile didn't just suit his appearance. However, he didn't have much choice. His bosses' secretary Ichimaru Gin, handpicked the assistant for him. Ilforts job consisted of various tasks. He had to keep track of the stars schedule, keep an eye on his diet and wake him up in the mornings… basically babysit the teal haired man.
Much to his own amazement, Grimmjow managed to stand up, the jet black material still covering his lower body. He walked towards the huge window, on the way picking up his least favorite pack off smokes from the small, round, glass table. He lit the cigarette and opened the window, glancing lazily over the beauty of the still sleeping city.
"Grimmjow-san you need to stop with the smoking. It's really bad for your health and …" was all that teal haired man could manage to… or wanted to hear.
"… and your pores…lungs…cancer…"
"Oi! Shut the hell up! What are you, my freaking mommy?" The blue eyed male shouted out aggressively.
"No… sir, but I have been instructed to yada, yada, yada…"
"…"
"And blah, blah, blah… smoking…blah!"
"…oh… just shut the fuck up! I'm already doing as much as I can", meaning – as much as I let you. "I'm smoking this shit that has less nicotine in it then a freaking lollipop, you jack ass!"
"Alright, sir, I will not continue this conversation with you, today. Please come to the kitchen, I prepared your coffee and bought you some chocolate muffins."
His ear twitched on hearing the last two words and after what appeared to be a second, he was swiftly walking towards the kitchen, to eat his meal.
Yes, he smoked. He could eat so much sweet stuff that a normal person would most likely die from it. He loved drinking. Partying in his life was a huge must and he was seemingly addicted to the attention he got, because of his popularity. When high class girls were drooling over him like a new D&G bag or whatever rich, pretty girls found worthy of drooling over, he felt, let just say complete.
The only thing that could be considered healthy in the blue haired mans lifestyle was his love for working out and his limitless libido.
AN: My first fic... be nice