Hello, I'm ThatsWhatSheSaid615, and this is my very first GrimmIchi story. I really hope you guys like it, and please review to let me know if you do. It would be super helpful. Thank you:)
Also, this is GrimmIchi, but it's going to start off as RenIchi. I hope that's not a problem.
Chapter I: Barriers
My name is Ichi Kuro. Well my last name's actually Kurosaki, but no one knows that. I moved to California with my dad when I was in ninth grade. The transfer to Pacific Palisades High was every kind of cliché you could imagine, with the cliques and bullying and getting your period during gym class like you're Carrie or something. Ahh, memories.
Anyway, I have two best friends, Nelliel and Grimmjow, who are sister and brother. They're the greatest, and the only people who don't call me "Ichigo the Homo". Yeah, people actually call me that, but that's another story entirely. Nelliel is totally cool, but people make fun of her because she and Grimm go to Paci-Pal on scholarship; the only reason they don't make fun of Grimm is because he is the star of the basketball and football teams. He is really sweet and not a total douche like the rest of the jocks. Nelliel is the founder and lead vocalist of local superstar emo-pop band, DiscoStyx. She is all set to rule the planet in the unlikely event of a zombie apocalypse.
I try to keep under the radar, but with my bright orange hair and Coke bottle glasses, it's kinda hard. I could do something about both of those things, I just choose not to. I don't believe school is a social outing, so I don't feel the need to try and look like fucking Johnny Depp for English class. Usually, I just throw on one of my dad's old shirts with a pair of jeans and Chuck Taylors. I don't really care about how I look as much as other people do. And by other people, I mean Rangiku Matsumoto.
She is everything you would think the female bully would be: head cheerleader, strawberry blonde, big fake boobs, way too much time spent in the tanning bed, not even as smart as the average loaf of pumpernickel bread. Yep, that's her. It doesn't matter how dumb she is though, because she's "pretty". And that's what high school is all about.
I'm convinced that the only reason Rangiku teases me is because I turned her down because I'm gay. She's also the reason that Renji and I can't be together. We talk a lot, and I'm his math tutor. I even help him stay on the football team. He's so cute, and actually kind of sweet, except for when he's around Rangiku. She turns everyone into semi-automatic douchebags. And the worst thing about it is that no one even notices just how poisonous she really is until she bites them.
I pride myself on being one of the few people at Paci-Pal who doesn't slander everyone's name behind their back. I just don't feel the need to. I don't understand why other people do. I guess it's just human nature. When you feel threatened by another person, you feel the need to take them down no matter what the cost may be. That's the average sociopath for you. Sociopaths create barriers. If they see someone closing in on something they want, they block them. And if I've ever met someone who I could call a sociopath, it's Rangiku Matsumoto. But this story isn't about her. It's about my dad, Isshin Kurosaki.
He started a graphic design business when he was eighteen, and now he designs ads and websites for some of the most successful companies in the world. By the time he was twenty-five, he was a billionaire, and by thirty, a multibillionaire. He married my mum when he was twenty-one, and I was born two years later. My mum died when I was two, so I'm his only heir. I don't remember much about my mum, but my maid, Yoruichi, says I look just like her. She says that's why my dad doesn't come around me very often; she says it makes him sad to see me.
I call my dad Isshin, like all of his friends. That's what I feel like. Just a friend who overstayed his welcome. He doesn't talk to me much, and when he does, he never makes eye contact. He calls me by my last name, like he doesn't fucking know me. Thinking about it, he doesn't. I don't see my dad as a sociopath, but he creates barriers too. It's like he purposely builds up walls so that I won't try to talk to him. I try sometimes, but soul-crushing rejection isn't something I'd list as one of the things I enjoy.
I can't understand why people think having money will make them happy. My dad is one of the richest people on the planet, and from what I get, he still feels like chicken shit most of the time. I don't think money is what makes the world go around. It's mostly gravity, but I think love has a little more to do with it than money. My dad was happy when he had my mum, and now that she's gone all he has is money. That's not working well for him. Call me cliché, but I still believe love conquers everything…except gravity.