**I do not own Bleach** This is the first story I've ever written like ever like EVERRRRRRR, so please be kind! It's not all that great but I hope you enjoy it! And hopefully I might even finish it! Lol!
Ichigo sat at the desk in his room working diligently on his math homework when he heard a familiar tap at his window. Ichigo sighed. "You gotta be kiddin' me." He rolled his eyes and glared at his window only to see what he referred to as "the blue-haired irritant".
"Yo, Berry, lemme in," Grimmjow pawed at the window.
"Uh, it's open, you nitwit." muttered Ichigo returning to his homework.
Grimmjow sauntered into the room, chucked his jacket in the middle of the floor, and made himself at home on the boy's bed. He gave Ichigo a peculiar look.
"The hell are you doing?"
"Homework, if you don't mind." Ichigo didn't even bother to look at him. "And who said you could get all cozy in my bed? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I just came over because I was bored, ya know?" He rolled over to his side. "Geez, you'd think you'd be used to me stopping by by now," he scoffed running a hand through his blue hair.
"Oh, so I'm supposed to be used to someone climbing up the side of my house and breaking into my room all the time?" the boy glared at Grimmjow sprawled out on his bed.
"I never break in. You let me in."
"You come in regardless of my approval."
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"I do not."
"YES, you do. Stop freakin' arguing with me."
"I'm not arguing with you."
"Yeah, you are!"
"...No I'm not," Grimmjow chuckled.
"UGH! YES YOU ARE! Would you PLEASE just shut up already and let me do my damn homework?"
"Fine, geez. Do your precious homework, ya geek."
"Excuse me for wanting to keep my grades up, unlike you, idiot."
"Eh, whatever…"
Grimmjow grabbed a manga to thumb through while Ichigo got back to work. After a while, the blue-haired man grew bored. He stood up and paced around Ichigo's room, stopping a few times to mess with the treasures around the strawberry's personal space. There were so many bizarre things humans kept around. He never had such junk laying around his chamber back in Las Noches. But those days were over. Now he lived in the human world in a small, crummy apartment down the street. Worst of all he was stuck in an uncomfortable gigai twenty-four/seven. How could people deal with being in a body all the time? It was torture.
"What the hell is he doing now," Ichigo thought to himself. "Nevermind. I'll just ignore him." He tried his best to stay focused on his homework while the other man snooped through his things.
Suddenly, Ichigo could feel Grimmjow standing behind him, looking over his shoulder.
"Just ignoooore the bastaaaaard…" he forced himself to keep his eyes on his book. Then to his attack he felt a sharp, painful flick to the back of his head.
"UGH DAMMIT! THAT'S IT!" Ichigo spun around ready to pound the giggling blue-eyed menace and pushed him down on the bed - pinning him, one hand raised in a balled fist above him. He was gonna get it.
"Ohhhhh, I'm SOOO scared!" Grimmjow taunted underneath Ichigo, a mock look of terror on his face.
"You freakin' should be because I'm about to beat your face in!" Ichigo screamed.
Grimmjow ceased his snickering abruptly then stared blankly at Ichigo.
"W-What's with that look on your face, idiot?" Ichigo asked confused by the expression.
Grimmjow said nothing and continued staring into the boy's eyes. He then proceeded to scan the boy's body while raising an eyebrow and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth suggestively.
Ichigo, clearly startled, started to panic a bit. "H-Hey what hell is wrong with you! You're being fucking weird!"
Grimmjow only grinned in response. Catching Ichigo off guard, he flipped the teen off of him and now had him pinned to the bed instead. Ichigo struggled to free himself from under the big brute. He'd forgotten Grimmjow was this strong. He had obviously held back earlier when Ichigo had him pinned.
"Dammit! Get the hell off of me!" Ichigo shouted.
Grimmjow cackled with laughter. "Whatever. You're so fucking weak it's pathetic..." He released the boy and rose to his feet. "I'm outta here." And with that, the blue-haired whirlwind was out the window.
"God dammit he gets on my nerves!" Ichigo yelled. He sprung off the bed and attempted to sit at his desk once more to finish his homework. After a short time, he finished, flicked off the light, and hopped into bed.
"What in the absolute fuck is wrong with that psycho?" Ichigo said aloud, scowling into the darkness. "And what the hell was up with that look he gave me? Just what the hell was that?"
He rolled to his side. The look Grimmjow gave him played over and over in his mind. He couldn't stop seeing those icy blue eyes examining him. Just what was wrong with him? Why did he do that? He started to drift to sleep.
"How the fuck did I leave my jacket, jesus christ," Grimmjow fussed into the night air as he walked down the street towards Ichigo's house. He looked up at the dark window.
"That doofus is already asleep? Geez…"
He scuffled up the side of the building and hopped through the still open window only to find Ichigo curled up on his side. He scoured the dark room for his jacket and found it lying in the middle of the floor. He picked it up and threw it on while taking another gander at the sleeping boy.
"Awww, sleeping so peacefully," he thought to himself. "…not for long," he grinned sinisterly and inched his way towards Ichigo's bed, ready to pounce and scare the life out of the kid.
"Grimmjow…"
Grimmjow stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by the sound of his name. His eyes widened. Was the punk already awake? But he couldn't be. His eyes were still closed.
"Grimm…"
He definitely was not awake. So then… he was dreaming about… him? Really?
"Grimmjow, please…" Ichigo whispered.
There was a begging in his voice the way he cooed Grimmjow's name - a sincere pleading. But for what? Grimmjow stood there in shock. Just what the hell was this kid dreaming about?
Just then, Ichigo stirred and Grimmjow took that as his signal to hightail it out of there. He leaped out the window and started down the dark street towards his apartment. The entire walk he thought about Ichigo saying his name - begging for him. Well, who wouldn't beg for him - he was Grimmjow after all - but… Ichigo? Strawberry? He found it unsettling but still managed to have a smirk come across his face. It might be a little weird, but the whole situation gave him an idea…
"Berry, I got a whole new way to annoy you," he laughed to himself as he turned the key to his apartment door. "This is gonna be fun."
It was school as usual the next day. Ichigo sat at his desk fiddling with his pencil. Something was on his mind. Who's bright idea was it for Grimmjow to attend school with him? Oh, that's right, Urahara's. But did these people really think that big blue barbarian could pass for a teenager? Well, apparently. But something else was on the redhead's mind. The dream he had about Grimmjow… it was… he'd rather not think about it. But at the same time all he could do was think about it. It was starting to drive him nuts. How could he have that kind of dream… or ANY kind of dream about someone he loathes with a passion? Why? Was it seriously all because of that look Grimmjow gave him while they were on the bed? All because of that creepy look? No way.
Suddenly, Ichigo caught you-know-who staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He turned and gave Grimmjow a look that said, "what the hell is your problem?" then quickly faced forward again. Still, he felt blue beast staring at him. He turned to him again with a glare. Grimmjow returned his glare with a smirk and then proceeded to stick out his tongue and wiggle it lewdly at the orange-haired boy. Ichigo quickly turned away hoping desperately he didn't dare blush. All Grimm could do was cover his mouth, stifling his laughter.
"That asshole," Ichigo thought as he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the lesson his teacher was giving.
That evening at the convenience store, the manager told the boys he was leaving early so they had to close and lock up. Yes, as if it wasn't bad enough that he had to see the blue devil during class, he also had to work with the bastard. Ichigo took the keys from the manager and watched him leave.
They both headed to the back room to sort and organize boxes. Neither one said one word to each other as they worked. As Ichigo cut into a box, he involuntarily (or maybe voluntarily) peered over at Grimmjow as he was lifting boxes and sorting them onto shelves. He never noticed before how defined his blue-haired menace's biceps were. He also caught himself staring at Grimm's ass as he bent down to lift boxes.
Grimmjow turned to catch Ichigo looking at him. "The fuck you lookin' at, bro?"
"Not at you, you retard,"
"Oh, I think you were looking at me, you asshat,"
Soon enough, they were in a full blown argument, throwing sharp insults at each other left and right. After a while, they ceased the bickering and finished their work. As they were grabbing their jackets in the break room getting ready to leave, Grimmjow spoke out once again.
"Look, I'm sorry, berry. I think I got a bit carried away with the insults earlier."
Ichigo shoved on his coat and turned to leave. "Yeah whatev-"
Grimmjow stopped him by grabbing his arm. Ichigo turned to meet those icy blue eyes. He was shocked find a look of sincerity in them.
"I mean it. I'm sorry." Grimmjow said as he bore into him with those eyes. He meant it. He really did.
"W-Well," Ichigo started reluctantly, "I'm sorry too… I guess…" he looked down at the floor. He really didn't want to apologize, but he knew Grimmjow was trying to be civil, which never happens, so he thought he'd go along with it.
Grimmjow smiled. "Awwwwwww… hugs?!" he said in a squeaky voice while obnoxiously holding out his arms for an embrace.
"What the fuck? No wa-"
And with that, Grimmjow crushed the living hell out of Ichigo's slender body with a huge, painful "hug". He really was strong as hell. Very.
"UUUGHHHH!" Ichigo struggled to free himself from the psycho's grasp. "LET… GO… OF ME… I CAN'T… BREATHE…"
Grimmjow obliged, but then started to back Ichigo into the wall of the break room. He pressed his hands on the wall on either side of Ichigo's head and placed his mouth dangerously close to the boy's ear.
"But… what if I don't want to let go…" the man purred.
Ichigo felt the hot breath of Grimm's words on his ear. It made him uneasy and strangely anxious. Then, to his surprise, he felt him sucking and biting at his earlobe! Ichigo froze. He started to breathe heavily. Grimmjow sucked and licked on his ear for what seemed like an eternity when finally he pulled back and grinned. He backed away and looked Ichigo dead in the eyes.
"You pansy ass."
Ichigo snapped out of his trance at the sound of Grimmjow's cackling. Before he could even say anything, the man had grabbed his jacket and ran out the front door of the store. He started to dart after him when he realized he still had to lock up.
"I absolutely despise him," Ichigo thought as he locked the doors.
When Ichigo got home, he immediately crawled into bed and threw the covers over his head. He was so pissed. Grimmjow had done it again. He had managed to make him feel… well… things. Things that he didn't want to feel. Or maybe they were things he did want to feel… No, no way! Not from him at least. Still angry, he managed to drift to sleep.
That's all for now! hehehe