I'm in love with a delinquent .
Chapter one.
Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach.
Warnings: Language, for now. Ulquiorra's probably going to end up being a little out of character.
The classroom was pleasantly quiet, and Ulquiorra was enjoying jotting down the notes his sensei wrote in his own neat handwriting.
His friend - his one and only friend - Ichigo Kurosaki was murmuring something under his breath as if to not alert their sensei and attract attention their way, but he wasn't really paying attention to the ginger haired boy.
Yes, Ulquiorra was surprised with himself that he could actually tolerate the teenaged boy beside him. He didn't exactly have the best fuse when it came to dealing with other people. He'd normally get tired of them within a few days, and then he'd tell them to take a hike and beat it.
But he'd known Ichigo since he was young. He'd been far beyond irritated with the boy, and he'd told him more than once to cease existing, but the carrot top was persistent and refused to leave him alone. He claimed that Ulquiorra was hiding something from him, and that he'd be damned if he wasn't going to tell him what it was.
So Ulquiorra told him everything.
About his brother.
His dad.
But you can wait until a little later to hear that side of the story, can't you?
Good, because you'd have to.
The door slammed open, the culprit being none other than their high school's most notorious delinquent: Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
Today, he wore some simple stone-wash jeans and a plain white wife beater, with a hoodie to top it all off. He tugged the hood down, revealing a wild mess of azure locks, spiked upon his head with a few stubborn strands that fell across his ever-present scowl.
Not only was he late, but he was way out of uniform too?
Why even bother coming to school?
Ulquiorra merely glanced at the boy before he returned to his notes, his interest distinguished.
"Jeagerjaques-san! This is unacceptable!" The sensei shouted at him, his expression one of pure bafflement. "Not only are you late, but that isn't anywhere close to uniform!"
"I ain't got no better place to be. I just got off suspension, Sensei, let it go for once, yeah?"
He furthermore ignored the portly man as he walked to his seat behind his fellow student, Ichigo Kurosaki.
The red-haired boy scowled at him, and in return he gave him his most charming grin.
"Hey there, Strawberry."
"That's not my name, and you well know it, douche."
Grimmjow simply chuckled at the boy. Probably still whining from their last romp a few days ago. At least, that's what he could assume from his temper today.
He'd fucked Ichigo more than once - two or three times if he could remember correctly. His temper was always fun to screw with, don't get him wrong, but after a week of teasing, he'd gotten the boy to spread his legs almost too easily. It'd grown a bit tiring after that. Now, he was simply a go-to when he fancied red hair.
"Yeah, I know. But you know that's not my name either, after all, you've screamed it enough for everyone in your house to know what my name is."
Ichigo blushed profusely, scowling at him as he turned to his silent friend. "I can't believe he just said that to me, Ulquiorra…"
Oh yeah, Ulquiorra Schiffer.
He was some snobby child prodigy, only fourteen years old and he was already in high school. He had dark hair, pale skin - you know, the typical emo type. And… That was all he really knew about him. He was quiet, and kept to himself.
The petite boy paused in his writing to stare at Ichigo, the look in his face akin to "you stopped me from writing to ask me something stupid like that?".
"My deepest apologies, Kurosaki. I wasn't paying attention. Infact, I didn't even know he was sitting behind you."
What?
Everyone noticed him, as naturally, he attracted attention.
He had to have seen him.
"The hell?" He snorted, glaring at the pale boy.
Intense green eyes turned to him, immediately silencing the insults that threatened to spill from his lips.
"Is there a problem, Jeagerjaques?"
That rubbed him the wrong way - the boy talked to him like he was a nuisance, or as if he were challenging him to say anything to defend himself.
"You sure are tryin' hard as hell to seem cool, aren't ya?" He sneered.
Ulquiorra didn't even blink at him, instead, he simply turned right back around and resumed writing down his notes.
"Oi! I'm talking to you, dipshit!"
At that point, the sensei turned to them, fuming. "Jeagerjaques-san, Schiffer-san! Exit the classroom this instant!"
Ulquiorra stiffened in his chair, eyes wide. He paused for a split second before gathering his things into his arms, and raising from his seat. Then, he headed towards the door, only pausing for a second time to send a glare at him from over his shoulder.
Grimmjow was quick to follow, a smirk on his lips.
This was going to be fun.
Ulquiorra couldn't believe that neanderthal actually got him kicked out of class!
He was obedient.
He was quiet.
He was a diligent worker.
He didn't deserve to be kicked out!
He was absolutely furious.
"Chill out some, bro. I can practically see the fumes coming from your ears."
Ulquiorra turned on him almost instantly. "I have never once been sent out of class in my entire enrollment in this school, and you expect me to calm myself over your actions?"
"Try not to get so worked up, doll face." The blunette dared to sneer back at him, a grin forming on his lips.
"You were the one getting "worked up" earlier, hypocrite, merely because I wouldn't acknowledge your existence. That's such an arrogant reason to be upset. I can't possibly be expected to pay attention to you just because everyone else does, you lowlife-"
A hand slammed against the lockers, inches from his head, startling him into silence.
When he looked up, he met blue eyes that burned with a sudden rage that he couldn't even patronize the man further than he was intending to.
That was the first time a stranger had ever silenced him with their eyes.
And he'd be lying if he said it didn't intrigue him.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Grimmjow suddenly snarled, his face close enough now that he could smell the blue-haired delinquent.
But he didn't exactly smell rancid like he expected for him to; he smelled faintly of spearmint, like he'd eaten a mint or something before he went into class. His cologne wasn't overpowering and demanding either, it was rather pleasant and musky.
Ulquiorra found that if this had been a different situation, and if he had a different personality, he wouldn't mind grabbing the man's shirt and inhaling deeply. But of course, he wouldn't do anything outrageous like that, no matter the circumstances.
"Why would I possibly want to listen to an ingrate?" He retorted.
"This bullshit is exactly what I can't stand!" The azure-haired man slammed his fist into the locker again, causing the petite boy he managed to corner to jump once more. "I can't fucking stand little rich shits like you who look down on everyone else. You call us all idiots because we weren't fuckin' born into money. Because some of us have other shit to worry about rather than pulling our grades up into some ridiculously high GPA. What, Ulquiorra, will daddy give you a stern talking to and maybe a damn spankin' if you don't bow down to the higher fuckin' society?"
He didn't quite comprehend how the situation had escalated like this, how it got so heated. He didn't know who crossed the line first, but now, if he thought he was furious before, he was in an all new sort of angry now.
"You are the one who doesn't know a thing, Jeagerjaques!" Ulquiorra snapped back, unwilling to restrain his tolerance any longer. "What possibly makes you think that everything is perfect for us 'rich brats'? Being upper class isn't all it's made up to be, dumbass! Families fall apart because of money, lives get ruined because of money; because of money, things like murder, rape, and theft are overlooked so many times that you don't hear about them anymore, wouldn't know if they even happened! We look down on everyone else as weak vermin because we have to in order to fucking survive. I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth as if you could possibly understand a thing in this god-forsaken world, because you obviously don't."
And with that, Ulquiorra shoved him away and stormed down the hallway, uncaring as to where he ended up.
Grimmjow stood dumbfounded in the hallway as he watched the boy leave. He didn't quite know how he was supposed to react to what just happened between them.
Yeah, he'd gotten mad and let his temper flare a bit, but he didn't think that anything he could have possibly said would have actually gotten to the infamously stoic Ulquiorra Schiffer.
Maybe he said something he shouldn't have..?
That didn't matter anymore.
All he could think about now was how he smelled when they were up close like that - like some girly florescent shampoo, and the intensity of his deep green eyes. He couldn't help but to get a little lost in them… Not to mention how worked up Schiffer had been. He mentioned already that he didn't think Ulquiorra would get pissed at him, right? He never, not once, had seem him lose his shit like that before. And he'd be lyin' his ass off if he said it didn't get to him in the least bit.
The rage in his wide green eyes was so intense that he thought he would just drown in them. Hell, he was hot when he was pissed like that.
Grimmjow had never once denied himself from what he wanted.
And he wasn't about to start now.