12. Blind
Sometimes I wondered how my best friend saw the world, what he thought of all the colours, the trees, flowers, the sky and everything. Sometimes I was jealous of what he could see and other times I wasn't. He laughed quietly when I explained this to him one day, revealing that he was jealous of the way I identified people by the way they walked. Of how I could tell if someone was lying or hurt without seeing a thing. I smiled when he told me this, it was amazing how people envied others but I never would have thought Grimmjow would be jealous of me. I was impaired, blind and he was jealous of the way I saw things. It made me a little bit happy. Today was one of those days where i wished i wasn't broken. I wanted to know what he looked like but i was scared he would find out. He once told me his eyes and hair were blue, like the colour of the sky and the ocean. I tried to imagine what it was like but i has never seen either it left me feeling sad. I tilted my head to where he was next to me on the grass, the steady sounds of his breathing calming. I wanted to run my finger tips across his face, I wanted to know what he looked like so bad but I couldn't bring myself to ask.
"What's on yer mind Ichi? He asked, shifting so that he was sitting up, blocking the sun from my face. I turned my head away, I didn't want him to see my face right now. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Nothing," I muttered. Really I wanted nothing more then to touch him. My face grew hotter as he continued to stare at me.
"Can't be nothing, yer blushing," he murmured. I rolled over completely hiding my face now. I really didn't want him to see my face now.
"Come on Ichi, don't hide from me. Ya can tell me anything ya know right?" I nodded, head still in my arms. I knew that I always did but this was something I couldn't talk about. He grabbed at my hand, trying to pull it away from my face. We struggled for a bit, Grimmjow was much stronger then me, actually forcing me back into my back. I could feel his eyes on me, staring intently. The blush only got worse but I slowly reached up with my free hand, reaching for his face. I missed his face, fingers brushing against his collar bone. I heard the sharp intake of breath, shaking I moved my hand up to his face, letting my fingers trail across his jaw line up and across his cheek bone. His face was angular and strong. I continued along to his nose, trailing my fingers down to the tip and over his lips. He grabbed my hand, holding it against the ground with the other one. I frowned, wondering if shouldn't have touched him. A sigh escaped my lips, and the words 'I'm sorry' left my mouth immediately after.
"Ichigo don't ever apologise for something like that," he growled, brushing his nose against mine. I closed my eyes, relaxing instantly. He wasn't mad.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm the blind one," he whispered, hot breath fanning across my face, forehead resting against mine. He kissed me briefly, heat flooding across my face from the contact. Grimmjow moved to straddle my waist, kissing me again.
"I guess love makes ya blind," he muttered, releasing my hands. The second he did I ran my hands up his cheeks, threading my fingers through his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. One much long then the last two. I broke it for air, the both of us panting.
"I guess it does."
