Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the dim room. Groaning He rolled onto his back, he wanted to wake up slowly but a shaft of sunlight hit his belly and he happily fell back into the realm of dreams. While unknown to him another shared the room, he shifted slightly so his fingers just brushed against his and he too drifted off once more.
The pounding in his head felt like a jackhammer, he could only remember getting this trashed at Shinji's last birthday party. He smirked at that memory, woke up in bed with two officers and police tape wrapped round his abs and thigh. He rolled to his feet and stretched, groaning as his shoulders and back popped, sleeping on the floor was never a good idea. Ichigo picked up the sheet and wrapped it round him, venturing to the fridge. Looking round he noticed it wasn't his hotel room. It didn't even look like he was in the same hotel.
"The last thing I remember was," he muttered trying to remember what it was.
"Something to do with a shopping trolley I think." he shook his head and told himself to worry about it later. Munching on an apple he re-entered the bedroom. The fruit fell to the floor and rolled to the foot of the bed where it lay forgotten as Ichigo remembered part what happened that night.
"I fucking married someone?" he screamed, staring at the naked man lounging on the bed. He jerked at the noise, rolling over and yawned slowly pulled himself from the bed. Turning to his stunned wife, he kissed him on the cheek saying,
"Morning beautiful." Ichigo's eyebrow twitched, he turned around, while demanding, "Who the fuck are you?" and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He had married the heartthrob from his high school, the bastard that bullied him relentlessly in high school. He had married Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
Grimmjow found Ichigo passed out on the floor.
"Too much of a shock huh." Picking him up bridal style, he placed him on the bed. Retrieving the apple he finished it. He couldn't believe his luck when he ran into Ichigo last night, the guy had been drunk, drunk enough that he was dancing on tables at the night club he had been in. It had been quite a show. Other men and women had been leering at him and he was close to leaving with some perverted old man. He had grabbed his hand and pulled him away for another drink, or two, or ten. And then Ichigo had asked him to marry him and he could only say yes to the beautiful boy he had loved all through high school. Of course Ichigo hated him, he never knew what to say and ended up being incredibly rude to him all the time.
"I married the guy of my dreams," he mumbled, smiling, as he got dressed. Writing a note, he left it in his line of sight as he left to get coffee.