Unrequited love, college, annoying pineapple competition, what else could be plaguing Grimmjow? Oh yeah, Ichigo deleted his finished school paper. Ooh he would get him back! Although his way of doing it wasn't the most… innocent.
This is a little present for Miszxbrii. Hope you like, hun! And I hope it does the prompt justice.
GrimmIchi :)
Endeavors
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez never remembered a time in his life when he and Ichigo hadn't fought all the time. When they first met their parents had been next door neighbors for a couple of months. It was a safe neighborhood, an ideal one for raising kids, which was why Ichigo's parents moved in.
When the four year old blue haired tike was introduced to another boy adorned by a bush of unruly orange hair and holding a baby blue blanket, Grimmjow had leaned in close and reached out a pudgy hand to steal the blanket from the child and throw it on the grass. He remembered his mother telling him that the biggest gossip of the neighborhood for a long time was the baby brawl that came after. He still had a scar on his hand from when Ichigo had bitten him. He had long ago resolved to return the favor.
When they got into school it was no different, despite that fact that they no longer fought with their fists, due to the teachers that would separate them immediately. It was a hopeless endeavor, even to the kids. They still fought, but in different ways, be it to see who could make the best sculpture out of Play-Doh or to see who could hold on to the monkey bars the longest during recess. Whatever it was it was a competition of strength.
Middle school was relatively peaceful. Hormones and puberty reared their ugly heads to thoroughly distract the two boys from their striving to defeat the other, and the two spent their time trying to conquer the many girls with growing curves and blooming breasts.
During high school Ichigo was the one to get over his effort to get into another's pants. "I have other things to worry about," he'd said. Grimmjow had scoffed and continued his domination. He would tease Ichigo about his inability to lose his virginity. Ichigo would merely glare and continue his homework.
College changed things; Ichigo had gotten over his prudishness and gotten a girlfriend. He met her in his microbiology class, and despite the unsuccessful attempt at romance, Rukia and Ichigo remained friends. Rukia understood what it was like to question one's sexuality; hence her understanding of Ichigo's situation. Ichigo's second college relationship was with a man. It didn't last very long, Keigo wasn't what Ichigo was looking for, or so the redhead had said; he was too soft, he wanted someone that fought with him and didn't always let him have his way. (this made Grimmjow's head hurt) Ichigo would always look longingly at Renji and Rukia or even Keigo and Mizuiro when those two got together. He wanted love, and he looked, but not in the right places; much to Grimmjow's frustration.
"Why do you have to sign up for some stupid dating site? It's a fucking waste of money!" Grimmjow said, annoyed as he wrote the paper for his final; a huge research paper, fifteen pages, size twelve font, for Journalism and Research.
Ichigo turned and glared at his roommate, "Well what I have been doing hasn't worked so it's time to try something new," he said and turned back to his computer. He finished typing in his information and pressed the enter button on his laptop with a flourish. Grimmjow just growled and continued writing, he didn't want to fucking fail because his idiot friend didn't see what was right in front of him. Who the fuck would sign up for a dating site called Be-Dated? What a horrible play on words. Damn him! Grimmjow was right there. In all his blue haired, muscle ripped, perfect-for-the-fight-Ichigo-wanted glory, he was the ideal person for Ichigo. Of course, because Grimmjow's life sucked rocks, Ichigo had to be completely oblivious to the bluenette's very desire. The guy probably didn't even know what subtle was. Grimmjow shook his head, trying to rid himself of the mutinous thoughts parading around in it, and pressed backspace a few times to continue his assignment, he was starting to write what he was thinking again.
It was a while later that Ichigo said he was finished making his profile and he called Grimmjow over to inspect. The first thing he saw was Ichigo's picture. It was one he took a short time ago; he was looking up at the camera from beneath his eyelashes, a pout on those plump lips and a lock of coppery hair falling over one eye. Grimmjow immediately wondered if Ichigo would look the same while sucking his dick.
Fuck.
"It's great," he said stiffly once he finally managed to compose himself enough to not throw Ichigo's laptop across the room. He almost groaned when Ichigo looked up at him and smiled, eyes twinkling. He was surprised and annoyed at the same time when Ichigo leaned in and kissed his cheek. Making to wipe his face he thought better of it and let his hand lift up to ruffle the redhead's hair.
"It looks good. But I still don't see why you have to do this," he muttered through an aggravated sigh. Ichigo frowned and Grimmjow knew that he was going to start explaining why he 'needed to find love to be complete in this world' and that 'love gives a person peace'. He just sounded like a hippie.
Grimmjow stood up straight; "Save it. You just don't get it," he said before sitting back at his side of the kitchen table. He ignored Ichigo's frown and slouched forward positioning his face a few inches from the screen. He ignored Ichigo when the redhead told him that his position was hardly good for his health.
An hour passed and Ichigo had gone to his room and was sleeping while Grimmjow finished the last of his essay and he saved it on his computer. After naming the file 'shit' and dubbing the folder 'asdfghjkl' he closed his laptop and carried it and the cord to his room. He barely managed to put his laptop on his nightstand before he collapsed on the bed. With a painfully wide yawn he pulled the covers up over himself and snuggled into his well-loved Dragonball Z comforter to fall asleep.
Ichigo's day was going to get worse. He just knew it, he could feel it. His first date had gone horribly wrong. Apparently the picture on the dude's profile was his son. And the father was an old scraggly faced man that had lost a few teeth since his glory days and was happy to drink beer and smoke his remaining yellow teeth away. When Ichigo had walked into the dingy restaurant he immediately looked for the black hair he had seen in the picture, only to be called by a grey headed geezer sitting at one of the tables.
As he sat down he looked at the man and saw the similarities with the picture. Perhaps he was the father?
"Hello Mr. Louisenbairn?" Ichigo asked, settling himself into the seat.
The man chuckled, "Just call me Barragan, we are on a date after all." he said, and Ichigo nearly choked.
"Y—you're Barragan?" he asked, dumbfounded, "What the hell, you were like twenty in your picture!"
The man let out another bark of laughter, "That was my son's picture and it was just to get you here, now how about we look past the ages and get to know each other?"
Ichigo instinctively leaned back when Barragan leaned forward, his putrid beer breath washing over the redhead's face. Who drank beer in the morning anyway? "You know I thought I had gotten to know you when we were online, looks like I made a mistake." the redhead said, disappointed.
"Well that's all water under the bridge now, let's move on!" the man said, taking a long swig of his beer.
When Barragan sent him a lecherous smirk Ichigo bolted, nearly knocking over some faultless old woman in his haste to get as far from the situation as he could. Good god, seeing those wrinkly lips pull up into what might have been a seductive grin thirty fucking years ago, had to have given Ichigo a heart attack. He slammed the door to his car, revved the engine and hightailed it out of the plaza's parking lot.
He sighed in relief when he was on the freeway and heading toward home. Then, he nearly hung his head in disappointment. What kind of guy goes around and posts their son's picture to get the attention of the next generation? Lordy, he must have been dropped a few times.
So after the horrible affair with the old fart, Ichigo cranked Adele on his radio, turning up the volume as far as it could go.
Grimmjow would probably call him a sap for listening to Adele. Or a pansy. Or a pussy. Or pretty much anything to question his masculinity.
If Grimmjow had been in the car with him, he would have immediately laughed at Ichigo's date catastrophe and then he would have told him to get angry. He might have put on some metal just to prove his point.
Liking that idea, he changed the tone of the music. A Perfect Circle. Best. Band. Ever.
Ichigo pulled into the drive way of their rented townhouse and turned off his car. He made his way up the driveway and to their plain front door. He remembered his father telling him that his house was too simple. Then he remembered telling him not to paint the front door green, when he had caught him at the department store, trying to buy some snotty-half-green-half-yellow paint. He closed the door silently behind him; walking to his room he pulled off his messenger bag and set it on the floor beside his doorway. His stomach growled reminding him of the meal he had missed so he made his way to the kitchen, a sour look on his face.
A loud meow rang throughout the room and then grumbling could be heard coming from Grimmjow's room. It seemed that seeing one of her owners Pantera grew hungry. With the amount of machismo Grimmjow emitted you'd think he'd have a manly pet. Like a tarantula or a snake. Nah, he had a cat.
Ichigo waited, leaning on the counter, as Pantera caterwauled her way to her meal.
"Fuckin' cat waking me up so damn early in the morning." Grimmjow's hair was abnormally messy, whether it was from sleep or from the hand running through it, Ichigo didn't know. But what he did know what that he looked hot. Oh god, you didn't know? Yeah Ichigo thought our Grimmy was hot. Who wouldn't? That's entirely a different story for a different time though.
Ichigo was starting to get annoyed, because he knew Grimmjow was retrieving the food slowly just to piss off the cat. Pantera seemed to have had it and began hissing furiously. She batted a paw at Grimmjow's pajama clad leg, claws unsheathed, and got her kitty daggers stuck in the cat printed flannel and pulled.
Grimmjow chuckled, because he knew his leisureliness was indeed making the cat angry. He took his damned sweet time.
"Ouch! Ya little fucking pussy! Why'd ya scratch me?" Grimmjow hissed back at his cat when one of those sharp claws scratched the skin of his calf.
Ichigo laughed and said; "I don't think that a cat could consider that an insult. And as for why she scratched you; you've been opening that can of Fancy Feast for a while now."
Grimmjow sent him a glower and continued opening the can, peeling off the aluminum cap and then scooping out the food with a spoon. He set down the bowl and Pantera dug in, neatly, of course. She couldn't go and get her pretty white fur all dirty, now could she? There was another meow from across the house and Ichigo immediately smiled.
"Hey Zangetsu." The redhead said, scooping up the cat that came running to him. He absently scratched behind Zan's ears and reveled in the low purr that came from the black cat's throat.
"You hungry? I'll bet you are." Grimmjow cooed, also scratching his nails down Zan's back, making the cat arch his back in satisfaction. After he jumped out of Ichigo's arms, Zan walked over to his bowl and sat on his haunches, looking expectantly up at his owners.
"Take out another can of cat food, will ya?" Ichigo asked and retrieved Zan's bowl from beside Pantera's and brought it to the counter.
After opening the can and slopping the food into the ceramic bowl Ichigo placed in on the floor in front of Zan. With an appreciative nuzzle to Ichigo's hand Zangetsu began to eat.
"To think that we're going to have kittens thanks to those two." Grimmjow said, examining Pantera's swollen belly.
"Let's just hope the kittens aren't as aggressive as Pantera."
"Where do you think she gets it from?" Grimmjow asked, kneeling down and running a hand down Pantera's back. She looked up at him with her baby blues and then nuzzled his hand, pacified thanks to her food.
"She's just like her Daddy, Grimmjow." Ichigo patted the bluenette's back and walked to the fridge. He opened it and grabbed the leftover Chinese food.
After he ate Ichigo was surfing Be-Dated on Grimmjow's computer, the bluenette had gone to his classes, and nearly screamed when he saw that the site had downloadable instant messaging.
Oh snap! Now I can chat with the people I want to meet.
Without thinking Ichigo cleared up some room on Grimmjow's overstuffed hard drive and downloaded the chat program.
Once it was installed Ichigo hurriedly opened the program and began chatting with his 'potential boyfriend'.
He wasn't too worried about what he had deleted; the files and folders had all been named ridiculous names anyway.
Geez, school seemed to get worse with each passing year. He was only in his third year of college and he damn well hated it. One more fucking year to go.
"Wha' I don' understan' is why you don' just fuck the bitch."
God, that fucking bean pole. Nnoitra Gilga was the bane of Grimmjow's existence, he swore it. He didn't just want a one night fucking stand. He wanted Ichi for good.
"Nnoi, don't be so dense. Grimm wants Ichi the way you and I want each other."
Ah, his saving grace. Tesla Lindocruz would have been the love of his life if he hadn't been dating that lanky shit Nnoitra. And if he'd even had a shred of attraction towards him. Yeah.
"Thank you Tes," Grimmjow looked up at Nnoitra, "it's fucking difficult to explain love to a damned skyscraper," he sneered. Nnoitra and Grimmjow might have been friends, but they never showed it, with all the bickering they did. He remembered when they had first met; it all started with Nnoitra making fun of Grimmjow's hair followed by a fist to Nnoitra's teeth.
He was a weird looking motherfucker, with long, shiny black hair and a bandana always covering his left eye. Nniotra didn't like to talk about it much, said it made him look weak, but he later explained to Grimmjow that he'd lost his eye to retinal artery occlusion. He had shown Grimmjow his eye and it surprised him; the violet iris had turned a milky grey.
"Che, I say ya should jus' fuck first, 'xplain later." the tall man said, glaring at his boyfriend, who in turn just smiled back.
Oh my god, Nnoitra hadn't a shred of tact. Grimmjow couldn't just fuck Ichigo. Making love was a better term for what he had in mind. His tirade was thwarted by the professor walking into the classroom. Professor Ukitake picked up his chalk and began writing on the board, a cleared throat signaling the beginning of class.
Resting his head in his hand Grimmjow tried to pay attention to what the man at the front of the room was saying, and failed miserably. What Nnoitra didn't understand was that Grimmjow and Ichigo, due to their longtime friendship, had a routine. Now, it wasn't a scheduled type thing. More like a way of interacting. Yes, they would bicker, but they didn't need to say kind words to show the other that they cared.
Something's had to have crawled up your ass and died, you've been a bitch all day. Are you okay?
Did you fucking get kidnapped or something? You would, ya fuckin' pussy, get yer ass back home. Where are you? I'm worried, come home.
Skinny little bitch, eat something, ya twig. Are you hungry?
Well, to anyone else what they said to each other might have been considered as rude, but to them it wasn't. They understood each other, plain and simple.
Well, mostly.
Yeah, Ichigo had to be privy to Grimmjow's every feeling, but of the bluenette's burning romanticism, he remained unaware. This irritated him to no end. Every time Grimmjow was angry, annoyed, frustrated, happy, tired, or even horny, Ichigo would know. But the dumb redhead wouldn't stop to think; who had caused the raging boner? No, he had to assume it was someone else entirely. No, the hot piece of ass that slept a mere thin wall away from Grimmjow could never have made him all hot to trot. Never.
Yeah, my life blows.
Actually no, it didn't.
Ichigo closed the chat program with a huff. The guy he'd been chatting with was a total asshole. As soon as Ichigo had seen the 'trolol, I'm not gay' he had logged off. Just his luck that some wily internet troll would go and trick him into thinking he had a chance; first a fraudulent old man and now some internet fucktard? His love life sucked.
He gently closed Grimmjow's laptop and walked toward the kitchen to make himself a sandwich; Grimmjow would be home soon and he just wanted to have a peaceful meal, mostly to get his mind off of internet assholes.
"Now remember, that paper is due in three days. I expect to see all twenty nine reports in my email inbox on Friday." Ukitake said, placing the chalk back on the railing of the chalkboard. He turned to face the class, shrugging on his black pea coat; he sent a smile in the students' direction. "Class dismissed."
It was the hand slamming onto the desk in front of him that snapped Grimmjow out of his stupor. He shook his head vigorously to rid himself of any debauched thoughts milling about his head and trailed his eyes up the lengthy arm till he reached an irritated visage.
"Ya fuckin' woman. Tha' bitch's got ya zonin' out like a crushin' schoolgirl." Nnoitra growled, his visible violet eye narrowing further. "I had ta come up an' getcha when ya didn' come down."
Grimmjow frowned, realizing that what his friend was saying was indeed the truth.
"There's no fucking need to get angry Nnoi, it was just a fluke." he said, standing up and gathering his things. He stopped halfway to look at Nnoitra when he scoffed.
"It ain't a fluke if it happens more than once." Nnoitra looked at Tesla, "Don' ya think babe?" he asked.
"I'm going to have to agree with Nnoi on this one Grimm, you've been doing a lot of thinking." Tesla said, he grinned knowingly at him before grabbing a hold of Nnoitra's elbow and pulling him out of the classroom.
Grimmjow followed soon after, slinging his back pack over his shoulder. He took in Nnoitra and Tesla, and felt annoyed that he couldn't have that with Ichigo. Why couldn't the little fuck see that he was wanted already? Grimmjow knew from experience that flirting with Ichigo wouldn't get him anywhere. They were too close, so Ichigo would think the seduction and licentious remarks were all said in jest. He wouldn't take Grimmjow seriously.
Fuck.
He needed to drink something.
"Hey Nnoi!" He trotted up behind the taller man, "You and Tesla want to go out for a drink?" he asked. He almost groaned when the bastard grinned.
"Why? Ya wanna drink yer problems away?" he asked rudely.
Grimmjow glared, "If ya want to make fun of me, I'll invite someone else. I'm sure Szayel will want to go." He'd probably be more pleasant company too. The guy was a total listener. He'd let you drone on and only interject to say a few words of frank wisdom that would blow your mind. Nnoitra's grin faltered before turning upside down.
"I ain't lettin' ya go with that creepy mother fucker alone." he said, annoyed. He grinned at Tesla and grabbed Grimmjow's arm, "Follow us in yer car, we're going to Shunsui's." the lanky man said, pulling Grimmjow along by his arm. Grimmjow huffed and wrenched his arm from Nnoitra's long fingers.
"Fine. Just let me stop by my house to get Ichi, he'll want to come."
They parted ways at the front of the school, Grimmjow ignoring Nnoitra's sneer and going across the parking lot to his pride and joy. The cobalt blue Ford Mustang Shelby waiting for him at the farthest reaches of the parking lot was his baby, his most prized possession. When it came into sight he unlocked the car and climbed into the driver's seat.
He turned the car on and before driving out of the parking lot, he brushed off some imaginary dust from the dashboard.
He knew that Ichigo would want to go to Shunsui's. The owner, Shunsui Kyoraku whom the bar was named after, was good friend of the redhead's. He would enjoy the visit. Maybe Grimmjow would get drunk enough to forget his 'problem' and have a good time.
When he drove into the driveway of their home, Grimmjow walked up the sidewalk and unlocked the front door to the house. He closed the door silently behind him and walked to Ichigo's bedroom door. He was about to knock, but after a few moments his hand remained poised above the door. He lowered it and carefully pressed his ear to the door.
Fuck, he's jerking off.
He could hear the moans from inside the room. Deep guttural groans wrenched from the redhead's throat, accompanied by grunts and curses. Grimmjow could just imagine each sound coming from those pink lips, spurred louder by each stroke of the hard organ within his grasp. He heard the noises get longer, each moan dragging out and smoothing the sounds into a crescendo as Ichigo reached the apex of his pleasure. Grimmjow could only wonder what Ichigo was masturbating to. It had to be something good, too. If Ichi was horny something had to have gone down. Maybe he found some internet hottie and had cybersex with the guy. Grimmjow growled but immediately dismissed the thought; Ichigo was better than that. He wasn't the kind of guy that would do those kinds of things with a person he didn't know.
So why was the redhead masturbating?
His brainstorming was interrupted by shuffling coming from the other side of the door. He quickly backed up and walked to the front door. Waiting a few seconds he opened the door and slammed it shut again.
"I'm home!" he called, before taking loud steps to his own room. He heard Ichigo's muffled reply and then a door slammed shut followed by the shower turning on.
Letting Ichigo clean himself of any evidence of self-pleasure was easy for Grimmjow. Like fuck he wanted to see Ichigo all flushed and sated in the passenger seat of his car. He'd put the redhead in the trunk before he allowed that to happened. He let thoughts of a satiated Ichi ease from his mind and began to change out of his school clothes, slipping off the school vest and collared shirt. He glanced disdainfully at the school emblem on the breast of the vest, before dropping it for better attire. He chose a simple band tee with stonewashed jeans and his black Converse.
He took his wallet, keys and phone from the bedside table and walked from his room. The shower was off when he walked past the bathroom and the door to Ichigo's room was open.
"We're going to Shunsui's, so dress to go out." Grimmjow said rapping twice on the open door.
"Alright, when are we leaving?" He asked, peeking his head out of his room and looking down the hall at Grimmjow, who was walking into the bathroom.
"In about ten minutes, so be ready." The bluenette replied, before walking fully into the bathroom and starting to fix his hair.
Ichigo turned back to his room and went directly to his closet. He let out a lungful of air and perused through his collection of t-shirts looking for one which would make that pervert Shunsui laugh. He couldn't really believe that he had just jerked off while thinking of his best friend. Grimmjow would probably kill him if he found out. It scared the living hell out of Ichigo when Grimmjow walked into the house moments after he had finishing wanking, and it seemed a little to convenient that mere seconds after he was done and sated Grimmjow happened to get home. It was just a little too perfect.
Maybe he had heard and just didn't want to embarrass Ichigo?
Just the thought of Grimmjow hearing the sounds he made while in the throes of ecstasy made a blush blossom across Ichigo's cheeks.
Brushing off that train of thought he willed the blush away and finally decided on a green t-shirt that said; "Been there, fucked that" in big, bold lettering.
He slipped it over his head and walked in front of the full length mirror that covered his closet door. Yup, that would make him laugh alright. He slipped on his skinny jeans and black Vans. While he sat on his bed, tying the white laces of his shoes he heard Grimmjow washing his hands in the bathroom.
"I'm ready!" He said, while grabbing his necessities from where he'd left them on the kitchen counter. Grimmjow walked out of the bathroom, looking refreshed and ready to go. He shrugged on the jacket he snagged off the coat rack.
"Let's head out," he said, and before opening the front door he added "Don't bother bringing your keys we're taking the Mustang."
Ichigo grinned; Grimmjow sure loved to show off his car. It was beautiful. Of course he would. He remembered when Grimmjow had received it from his parents. Ichigo and Grimmjow had just graduated high school, and had been driving back to their home in Mr. Jaegerjaquez's car. (Mr. and Mrs. Jaegerjaquez in the front and of course he and Grimmjow had to sit on either side of the bluenette's adorable five year old sister, Nelliel)
When Buckminster Jaegerjaquez pulled onto the side of the road beside their house Ichigo's family was already there. Waiting on the drive way of the Jaegerjaquez family were two cars, each sporting a giant ribbon. Ichigo immediately knew what they were, judging by the orange and blue ribbons, they were for the graduates.
Grimmjow was still fiddling with his graduation cap and hadn't seen the masterpieces that sat on his driveway. He looked up at the Ichigo angrily, a ready sentence on his lips, when the redhead poked his ribs. Ichigo merely raised an eyebrow and pointed out the window. Grimmjow's blue eyes widened and he had dashed out of the car, flying over to the blue Mustang that so well matched his eyes.
Ichigo had taken a little longer getting out of the car and slowly made his way over to the silver Chevy Camaro that was for him. He examined it closely, loving the feel of the smooth paintjob beneath his fingers. Ichigo let out a yelp when strong arms hugged him from behind and lifted him up off the ground.
"Dammit, Ichi! These are for us! Be more exited!" Grimmjow said, once he put Ichigo back on the ground.
After that Grimmjow had demanded they take a ride, but Verleen* and Masaki insisted that dinner came first.
In the end they had taken their rides, each accompanied by their family.
Grimmjow loved his car… Ichigo noticed it in the way he reverently touched the steering wheel and turned the ignition. "Are you getting in or what?"
Ichigo jumped, and realized he was standing in front of the car and Grimmjow was already in the driver's seat.
"Y—yeah." he said and walked around the car to climb into passenger seat.
The drive to Shunsui's was silent save for the low sound of the radio coming from the speakers and the hum of the expensive motor, and Ichigo was content to look out the window at the stars that had begun to appear. The bar was downtown, in the poorer side of the richy, snobby Lake Forest area, so it took a few minutes to get there. Grimmjow parked his car and turned it off, climbing out; he locked it when Ichigo closed his door. They walked in a comfortable silence to the bar's front doors.
Ichigo scowled when Grimmjow attempted to hold the door open for him in a show of "Ladies First." He pushed him away and walked into the door, ignoring the chuckles coming from the bluenette walking in behind him. He walked to the bar where Nnoitra and Tesla were already sitting.
"Aiya bitch," Nnoitra said, ignoring the scowl on Grimmjow's face.
"Don't call me that, Nnoitra." Ichigo muttered, slipping onto a bar stool. The bartender, Nanao walked toward them, rag in hand.
"What can I do for ya?" she said, in her thick New York accent.(lol) She was a strict woman, brushing off any attempts a flirting from her oftentimes drunken customers, and sticking to her job like glue. She was seeing her boss anyway. Judging by Nanao's swelling belly, they had a baby coming.
Ichigo grinned; Shunsui would have to be whipped into shape before Nanao would even let him look at the baby, even if he was the father.
"Scotch on the rocks, Nanao," Ichigo said, "Thanks."
She turned to Grimmjow who raised a slim eye brow, eyeing the rounded stomach "You getting there, Nanao?" he asked, smirking.
"Just tell me what you want before I get Kenpachi on your ass." she said, making said bartender look over and sneer at Grimmjow.
"Alright, alright. I get it, gimme a blue motherfucker." he said, glaring at Ichigo who was laughing silently beside him. The redhead looked so adorable when he laughed. Grimmjow sighed. I was going to be a long night.
*Verleen means 'grant' in Dutch, and I think it fits the last name and she could be Mrs. Jaegerjaquez :)
Well, I hope you liked it Mizsxbrii~! I'm sorry it took a while but I'm a procrastinator :O
Don't forget to review! Next chapter coming soon, full of Me Gusta material D_D
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