Ichigo

It's been four years since the war ended, and life has gone on as normal. I see Renji and Rukia periodically when they just stop in to say hi or check up on me. I'm nineteen now and starting my second semester of college. When I first moved in they told me my roommate never checked in, and now I'm finally supposed to be getting one today.

'Knock Knock'

I barely heard the knocking through my headphone until it turned to pounding. I switched off my music and walked to the door. There stood a boy with his back turned to me reaching for the few bags he had with him.

"Oi, you must me my new room…" I stopped once he turned around and glared at me. I took a step back when I noticed how much he resembled Grimmjow. He had brown hair, but the same piercing teal blue eyes. He looked me up and down as if sizing me up and returned to getting his bags.

"Yeah, I'm your new roommate. Now can you move outta my way so I can put my shit up" he said almost knocking me on my ass coming through the door. What the hell, I just meet him and I already feel like it's going to royally suck.

He went to the empty side of the room and chunked the three or four bags onto the bed. By the looks of it that's all he brought, no friends of family helping him move in. not that he had anything to move.

"What are you looking at" he glared at me.

"What the hell is your problem" I scowled and returned his glare.

He got up and got in my face. "My only problem is having to look at your face" he growled. The hate in his eyes took me back. I've known him all of what… two seconds, and it looks like he's hated me for years.

"What the hell is your problem? If I'm going to be stuck with you, you need to pull the stick that's up your ass out!" I continued to glare at him. What pissed me off the most was that he started to smirk.

"Well now don't you get upset fast" he backed up while barking out a laugh and went back to unpacking his clothes.

I was so pissed off I just went back to my bed and plugged my ears with my headphones, blasting my music as loud as it would go. I had to calm my nerves, I promised my dad I wouldn't get kicked out of school.

Over the next few hours he stayed silent unpacking the few things he had. It was mostly clothes actually only clothes, no sheets, no pillows, nothing. As much as this dude pisses me off, I can't help but feel a little bad. Then again I know nothing about him and I'm not sure I want to either.


The next few days seemed to tick by slowly for Ichigo. His new roommate seems hell bent on getting under his skin. What ate at him the most was still the boy's eyes. It was almost like Grimmjow turned human and dyed his hair brown. Paranoid.

A week had passed and Ichigo still knew little about his roommate not even his name, just what he observed. He was a major masochist; he enjoys pissing me off way too much. He owned only a few outfits about ten or so and a pair of sandals. He slept on the school given mattress (which suck by the way) with no sheets or pillows to speak of. Besides piss Ichigo off, he doesn't do much. He stares out the window transfixed on the people passing by. He looks…peaceful. It's hard to believe it the say guy.

"What are you looking at" the boy barked. Ichigo wasn't fazed he'd grown to just ignore it.

"What's your name" the question seemed to take the hate from his eyes. "Wh…" he paused 'here comes the obnoxious comment' Ichigo thought until he saw the conflict in his eyes. After a moment, he gave a light smile, more to himself than Ichigo. A split second later his face hardened.

"Just call me sexta"