I don't own Bleach!!!
Thanks to my beta, TheOtherKeybladeMaster, who is generally awesome and also one of my BFFS!!!
It was a hot summer day in Karakura Town and Ichigo Kurosaki was staring out the open window at the baseball field. As always. The teacher was droning on about square roots or inequalities, or something equally boring. He lazily moved his chocolate brown eyes around the room in which he was currently imprisoned. Chizuru had given up on the teacher and was now staring at Orihime rather, erm...hot and bothered-ly. Keigo was PMSing again and was randomly crying for some reason. By the look of it, Mizuiro was still hot for older women from the way he was glancing at Rukia. As Ichigo moved his eyes to Orihime, he realized that she was staring at him with a really strange look in her eye. He finally got creeped out enough by that weird ginger girl to tune everything out again. He was just about to fall asleep when he thought he heard someone calling his name from outside.
It's just my imagination, he thought.
"ICHIGO!!!" someone shouted. Strawberry finally decided to look out the window.
Oh. My. God.
A familiar-looking man was standing on the field, grinning hugely up at him. His hair was gleaming bright aquamarine in the heavy sunlight. He was sort of wobbling around, seeing as he was somehow balancing in five-inch stilletos. He also sported a pair of neon green swimming trunks, a hot pink 'I HEART YURI' t-shirt, and Paris Hilton-style sunglasses. It was Grimmjow...in what might possibly the gayest clothes Ichigo had even seen. Probably from Isshin's closet.
Ichigo blinked a few times, hoping fervently that he was hallucinating. He swore under his breath, and Rukia gave him a frowny, mommish look. Well, she is old enough to be my great-great-great-great grandmother, so that counts for something, he thought. Ichigo forgot about said look within 2 seconds, and shot his hand into the air. The teacher paused for a minute, then asked, "Yes, Kurosaki?" She was looking at his hair rather than his face.
"May I take a trip to the restroom?"
She nodded and began speaking in a monotone again.
Once Ichigo was out of the classroom, he broke into a run. A million thoughts raced across his head.
What the hell is he doing here? Why did he borrow dad's clothes? Why did he appear at my school? Why did he look so tan? He stopped running for a moment and pondered this.
Fuck. Why was there a sexual connotation in that string of thoughts?
He could hear his dad now: "HAHA UR A FAGGOT!!!"
And Yuzu: "It's okay Ichigo, these thoughts are good things!" but he had known she liked that stuff ever since he walked in on her reading a book full of that crap.
Karin...Karin would just laugh. Ichigo shook his head to clear it and carried on until he reached the baseball field.
"GRIMMJOW!!! WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?" he yelled.
"Oh hey, Berry-chan," Grimmjow said, smirking. "I was just-"
Before he could finish, the ginger had tackled him into the nearest bush. "Jeez, that was some greeting," Grimmjow said. "What did I ever do to you?"
Ichigo sat up, panting. "The only topic of conversation right now should be why you're here, you dumbass panther."
"Hmmm....well, you see...it all started a couple of months ago," Grimmjow said. "Aizen started to act more and more disinterested with his plans involving Karakura Town and the Soul Society. And more and more often, we saw him with Gin Ichimaru, talking and giggling about something. Yammy swears he saw them kissing once. And the sick bastard probably enjoyed seeing it too....
"Anyway, Aizen finally announced that he was going to go and live with Gin in Hawaii. He told us we could all go free and live as we please, so I came here to live with you," he finished.
For the second time that day, Ichigo Kurosaki found himself blinking in disbelief. He sighed, wondering why his life was so chaotic.
"I'm also attending your high school now, Ichi-chan," Grimmjow said, beaming at him.
"Grimmjow?"
"Yeah?"
"Never call me that again."
A few minutes later, Grimmjow was sitting behind Ichigo, who was less than happy to know another man whose hair was a primary color. The teacher had visibly smirked when she saw Grimmjow, and couldn't seem to wipe the grin off her face. Ichigo was still fuming when he felt Grimmjow poke him in the back. He turned around, telling himself to not freak the fuck out. He wasn't even half turned around when he felt a small, folded piece of paper being slipped into his hand. He unfolded it and lined up the lines with the ones on his notebook. He then read it:
"What's yuri?"
Ichigo scribbled back:
"It's girl-on-girl manga. What, you didn't know?"
and then passed it back. He relaxed for a while, closing one eye and leaning his head back until he got his reply:
"In case you haven't noticed, I've lived in Hueco Mundo my whole life. Besides, we Espada only read yaoi."
When Ichigo read this, he leaned forward and rested his head on his desk. Yaoi? Definitely weird. But still hot.
Crap. WHY AM I THINKING GAY THOUGHTS?!
"Did Aizen or Gin have anything to do with that?" he replied.
"No, of course not. Didn't you know by now? All the Espada are flaming homosexuals!"
Ichigo crumpled up the paper and sighed. It turned out that Grimmjow's visit would be more interesting than he thought. A flaming blush touched his cheeks, making them almost the same color as his hair. Yup. Definitely more interesting.
