So, I've gotten back into GrimmIchi and have decided to update this story now that I feel like I've gotten better. I feel like I made Grimmjow way too out of character in the earlier version of this, and I kinda wanna fix that as well as how Ichigo reacts to everything. And just the pacing of everything in general. Same rules apply with this story again; the chapters are not going to be in any particular order unless stated otherwise.
The Visit
It's a quiet night like any other, the sounds of restless crickets and distant traffic creates a soft lullaby for the orange haired boy. He lays on top of his bed in nothing but a pair of white basketball shorts. It's far too hot outside to even think of burrowing under the covers. A thin sheen of sweat covers his muscular body and his chest raises and lowers in a slow rhythm. His eyelids droop as sleep threatens to overtake him which he gladly welcomes.
A sudden burst of spiritual pressure makes Ichigo's body sit up, his mind now wide awake and pissed off. A groan falls past his lips as he runs a hand down his face, grumbling under his breath as he swings his legs over his bed. He gets to his feet and takes his time stretching before looking for his substitute badge. He decides against waking Kon since he knows that the stuffed lion will just complain.
With a swift movement, the Soul Reaper forces himself out of his body and catches it before it hits the floor, laying it down on his bed. He opens his window, cringing as a loud screeching sound echos through his room. Ichigo waits to see if he has woken anyone up before jumping out into the midsummer night. He dashes towards the source of the spirit energy with a hard scowl on his face.
"This better be good," he thinks to himself as he speeds towards his target, stopping a good distance away from the blue haired man. His back is turned to Ichigo, still oblivious to the young man's presence as he continues to look away, tapping his foot in an impatient manner.
"Hey," Ichigo calls out, getting the Arrancar's attention, "What are you doing here?"
"Jesus, took you long enough, Kurosaki." The older man spins on his heel to look at the Soul Reaper, his signature smirk on his face. Chocolate eyes narrow at the white clad man, Ichigo reaching up to rest his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"You didn't answer my question. Why did you come here, Grimmjow?" The bluenette lets out an amused snort as he puts his hand up, an orange eyebrow raising at the gesture.
"You can take your hand off of that sword. I ain't here to fight," he starts, his smile growing until the jaw on the side of his face begins to open, "Shocking! I know."
"And why should I believe you?" Grimmjow shrugs as he stuffs his hands deep into his pockets, his posture too relaxed for Ichigo's liking.
"Believe me or don't; it doesn't matter to me. But I'd like to ask you what you think I'd get out of lying."
"If I lower my guard, that'd give you an opening for a surprise attack." Grimmjow scoffs and shakes his head, looking up at the night sky. His expression softens as he stares at the clusters of stars, Ichigo's shoulders relaxing slightly at this.
"I don't work like that, Kurosaki. I like having battles when we're on equal ground so I can prove that I'm stronger. Attacking you when I tell you that I'm not going to seems pretty fucking cheap to me." Slowly, Ichigo removes his hand from his sword, keeping his eyes trained on the Arrancar. What Grimmjow said was true and he knows it.
"Okay, but if you aren't here to fight, then what are you here for? You keep avoiding the question."
"You know," the bluenette starts, glancing back at the teen with a tired expression, "I don't really know. Wanted to take a walk, I guess?"
"You can take a walk back in Hueco Mundo."
"Yeah, but it's fucking boring there. Just miles of white sand and a dark sky," Grimmjow looks out at the city below the two of them, "It's different here. There's actual shit to look at. Plus, I'm sick and tired of being around all the other Espada. They're all whiny fucking bitches."
Ichigo sighs and rubs a hand over his face, exhaustion creeping up on the teen. The last time he checked his clock it was 2 in the morning, but who knows how long ago that was. Grimmjow watches the Soul Reaper with interest, a thin eyebrow raising at the young man's reaction.
"Look, if that's why you're here, do me a favor and go back to Las Noches. I don't trust leaving you out here alone and I just want to go to bed. I'm really not in the mood to follow you around to make sure you don't destroy anything." An amused snort makes Ichigo scowl, Grimmjow rolling his eyes at the orange head.
"If you really wanna sleep so bad, why don't I just stay with you for the night? Because there is no way in hell that I am going back to Hueco Mundo right now."
"Yeah, no. Out of the question. Not gonna happen. Etcetera, etcetera," Ichigo mumbles, "We all have to do shit we don't like. So deal with it."
As Ichigo turns to go home, Grimmjow sonidos in front of him, a hard scowl on his handsome face. Ichigo just gives him a blank expression, too tired to react when a hand is put on his shoulder. He really should slap the limb away, should put some distance between them, but he doesn't care. Grimmjow has already made it clear that he has no intention of starting a fight.
"Do you really think I'm gonna listen to you?" he snarls.
"No, but I was hoping you would," a yawn tumbles out of Ichigo's mouth as he gently grabs Grimmjow's wrist and lowers his hand off of his shoulder, "But I'm guessing my only options are I let you follow me home or you destroy something."
"Yeah. So choose wisely, Ichigo."
"Eh, fuck it." The Soul Reaper walks around the Arrancar, motioning for him to follow as he starts towards his house. He doesn't notice the large grin that spreads across Grimmjow's face, feeling like he might regret this decision later on. But there was nothing he can do now, so he'll cross that road when he gets to it.
I hope you guys like this updated version. I personally like the idea of Ichigo just being so tired he doesn't give a shit anymore haha.
Anyways, until next time
~Sweet-Lemonade