Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't fathom this man who was still standing on earth. He was strange, confusing, and above all – annoying. Yet, he couldn't help himself but get drawn to the other's pain, and before he knows it, he's locked up in a problem he was (likely) sure he was never to get out of. R&R please!
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~Suffering Comes in Many Form's Ch1~
I didn't understand him. I didn't understand his pain, nor his cockiness, nor any of his stupid ass words he sputter's out of his mouth to keep him in the sane state. It was confusing. Why does he do this to himself – this…torture, in which he locks his body into to keep on suffering? I still don't understand it. I doubt I ever will. I doubt I'll ever be able to stand in front of him any day, and say "I know what you're going through." It just wasn't possible.
Because that man, who suffered much more than any suicidal bitch, is still alive, trying to make the best of his life.
Even if it revolves around gangs.
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For the past month, I have been staring at one kid in my class and on kid alone. His name was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. He was a cocky, annoying, arrogant asshole. And yet…he had the cobalt blue eyes of someone who has experienced so much pain. He didn't act like it, but…it was confusing. It was like he was on the earth for too long. Which was mortally impossible, ne? Right.
I found myself furrowing my eyebrow, staring down at my paper which should be filled with tables of notes. It's even un-nerving me. Because of that asshole, I haven't been able to concentrate on my work. Like now, I should be studying for the upcoming final like there's no tomorrow like I usually do, and yet…. I don't. Of course, I haven't let my grades slip from second, but…yeah. You get the point. Ive been staring at Grimmjow too often form now.
When the bell rang for our designated freedom, everyone in the class shot up and ran out. I stood slowly, like a few others (including Grimmjow) and packed my bags like I had the freest time out of them all. My head was still twirling with thoughts I have collected over the month that Grimmjow has been here.
His family had died in an explosion at his house, him and his younger sister being the only ones to crawl out and survive. Hence the scar on his chest that pokes out from his uniform. My father fixed him up.
Before his parents had died, he was beaten into submission and raped many times by the father.
His gang affiliations were still seeking him out. (From what some of my fellow friend in the gangs said.)
His sister died later from starvation, because they had not been able to find any food for her. He survived only because of his stronger body and being able to not have any food for days on end.
He did not own a home.
I collected all this information from my friend in the police department, Urahura. You can call this shit stalking or whatever you want to, but I found myself more interested in the guy as time goes by. Somewhere along the line, of course, I developed a crush on the screwed up version of a human. As that formed, I became interested in why Grimmjow deals with his pain the way he does. He turns it into arrogant-ness, and reflects it off of everyone around him. Well, maybe that was the gangster in him…but I wasn't like that, and I was gang affiliated. Just not in the same are as Grimmjow. Thank god.
"Son of a bitch…" I hissed when I cut my finger on a paper I was snagging to put in my bag. My finger took the initiative to bleed out slightly.
"Kurosaki, please stay behind, if you will…not like you haven't already." The teacher, and also my friend, told me. I rolled my eyes slightly and gave him my glare. He was unfazed. The asshole always was.
"Shut the fuck up, Kenpachi. I was thinking."
"That's a first."
"As I said, shut up."
"Make me."
"Asshole, its school – I can't. Otherwise I would."
"Chicken."
"Bitch."
"Goody-two-shoes."
"Dickhead."
"Motherfucker."
"Assface."
I glared at him hard, and he also glared the best he could. In a matter of seconds, the guy was laughing his tall ass off, a loud booming sound that rang throughout all the halls. I found myself stifling a slight smile too. It was just like old times man. Just like old times.
"Ya haven't changed, Kurosaki. So, how're the streets holding up on ya? Still gettin' yer face beat in by snowflake?" kenpachi snickered as I raised my eyebrow. Please. My brother couldn't beat me for two inches of my life.
"You mean Shirosaki? Fuck, I beat him a LONG time ago. Right after, I believe, I beat you and took your spot as the Captain of your gang." I announced with a hint of humor. "Though, I don't even know HOW you deal with Yumi. He pisses me off SO bad with chanting 'im so beautiful' over and over. Ugh. Who in the hell like that has a right to be in a gang?" I shook my head. It was true. The guy was so self-absorbed, worse than Grimmjow, that he said everything else was ugly besides him. Who the fuck does that?
"No shit!" kenpachi grinned as ichigo snapped his neck. "So the little boy finally grew up and got some balls on ya." I glared. He snorted. "Don't mess with him, kid. He's a cool dude, just a bit…" see, even Kenpachi couldn't think of a name for him. I mean, seriously!
"Dude, -"
"Oh shit, that reminds me! The Visards're supposed to meet up with the Espada, and they want you to come along since your more like them than the Shinigami. Their fuckin' annoying if you ask me, but they want ya ta come."
I grinned. That sounded like my bob-friended Shinji. He was always enough to drive Kenpachi over the edge. (Like that was hard.) "Oh fuck off. The Visards – holy shit, wait, did you say Espada?" I blinked then, my eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. That was Grimmjow's gang. Son of a bitch.
"Yup. Don't tell me you're scared of them?"
I gasped. Me, scared of those little weaklings? Well, everything over six is week. Seriously. But no. I aint scared of them. By then I was sporting a rather convincing incredulous look. "Nah, you know that ain't, ya little asshole. It's just…never mind."
"You mean Grimmjow?" Kenpachi asked with uncertainty. He knows that I have this weird obsession with him, as most of my friends do. He's no different as in not liking Grimmjow.
"…yeah." I looked away, my face not hiding a blush. I really hate when I did that.
"You know, ichi, you should be carefu-"
"Shut UP." I said, venom dripping out of my lips as I glared at the tall friend of mine. Im tired of people looking down on Grimmjow like he's some…some monster. He isn't. He was just a confused guy that has a lot of fuck-ups in his life. They won't EVER understand his pain. And therefore, neither was I. but at least I can grasp his theory of pain. "You look at him like he's dangerous. He isn't, you asshole!" I growled, pushing him backwards with little force. He tumbled backwards anyway.
I sent a glare his way as I turned for the door. "Don't talk to me like that again. If you do, I'll make sure I will whip your ass around the world and back. Don't forget who's in charge here – and who's stronger." I hissed with newfound anger as I slammed the door open. Once again I looked back. "Tell Shin I'll be there, ne?" I smirked, mirth dripping from my words as my eyes slitted dangerously.
Kenpachi looked back at me in shock.
I closed the door, un-aware of the penetrated gaze that watched my walk away angrily.
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The night was brisk – just as I remembered. It always felt like this when I was too meet for a gang-out.
Right now, Shinji was sitting next to me, grinning like an idiot as he talked to another guy, Kensei. Hiyori was next to me, talking to Lisa, the person who I had dubbed The Pervert. Hachi, a big guy also to my right was as silent as I was, looking forward where the Espada's were doomed to walk by. Rose, this big-ol…I don't even know what to describe him ass. He was on the ground. Mashiro, this bubbly girl who was always light-headed and sweet, was also talking with Lisa and Hiyori.
The cold got a bit colder. Everyone looked up due to multiple footsteps that were making their way over. Leading up front was the Primera, Stark. He was the strongest, and also the leader. I stood up, being I'm the strongest in my group (even though I didn't not lead them, I knew EVERYTHING about them, so I was good.), I stood also, making eye-contact with just about every one of them. Harribel, who was the third Espada, was flanking him, along with Barrigan, who was the second. Ulquiorra was flanking them, along with Nnoitra, the fifth. Grimmjow, the Sexta, was next, Zommari after, then Szayel, the Octavia, and Aaroniero, who was the ninth. Finally, at last, was Yammy, who could be called zero or ten. He was also very, very strong.
On my side, everyone rose in their directed spots. Shinji and Hiyori, were of course, flanking me.
"Ichigo." Stark smiled slightly, his normal sleepy gaze breaking for a moment. I smiled gingerly back.
"Stark." I said, nodding at him. You see, how I got to know all the Espada from ranks was from Stark. He was my boyfriend, before I was the leader of anything, and I was a weakling who followed everyone. He was nice, I guess, but it was just too….slow, perhaps? After that we broke-up, but were still good friends.
My gaze lifted to everyone, eye-contact never wavering from them, except when I glanced at the last one, my Grimmjow, he didn't meet my gaze. I frowned, but didn't push it.
"So, how's my cock-lover doing, ne?" Nnoitra sneered slightly, a brow raised in humor as he cackled knowingly at me. I guess he saw me staring. I hissed at him angrily, twitching when I heard Shinji chuckle from the side of me. Stupid ass friends.
I raised my head and smirked saucily. "Dunno. Last time I checked, I wasn't the only one taking it up the ass, Nnoi-Nnoi." I snickered, making Kensei, the designated man who told me Nnoitra's nickname. Kensei was the boyfriend to Nnoitra now, and guess what, Nnoi was BOTTOM. I laughed my ASS off when I found that out.
I saw Nnoitra bristle, but he smartly kept his mouth shut and didn't move forward. I glanced back at Grimmjow. He was still sneering to the side of him.
Stark rolled his eyes. "Shut up, will you, Nnoitra? Your annoying Ichi…" the shaggy haired teen stated solemnly. No one spoke back to him, which was a good thing, or else they would be in the hospital for the next few months. Then I noticed something. My brother, shiro, who usually tagged along with the Espada's, but were part of the Hollows, wasn't there. I furrowed my eyebrow.
"Where's my brother?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. He couldn't have gotten hurt aga-
"IIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCHIIII!" I heard a voice call out. Holy shit, that was Shiro.
Without having to look, I knew he was coming at me. Right when he was lunging at me from my back, I did a roundhouse kick that made him swing to the side and eat gravel from his face.
"SHIRO! STOP ACTING LIKE DAD AND GET OVER THERE!" I shouted angrily, holding him up from his collar, or 'scruff', as Stark would call it. He does resemble the dog family, if you ask me.
Shiro whimpered as I threw him over by Starks feet. He groaned in pain as blood fell from his face.
"Great…I have to clean that up later, too…" I hissed, before I turned serious. Everyone knew this, except the ever so silent Grimmjow, and stood still and looked at my side. Looking at Stark, I started to talk again. "I see that someone has crossed your boundaries again from this group….HIYORI." I looked at the midget, who was sneering.
"Shut the fuck up!" Hiyori growled. I ignored this.
"Woah, you actually knew what this meeting was about." Nnoitra snorted with humor.
"I always know what the meetings are about," I cracked me neck. " Anyway, about the boundary line's…." I glanced at a pouting Hiyori. "I see you wanted to change the boundary line's again. What does this boundary line state?" the past few times that Shinji had agreed to change the boundary line's ended in a disaster. That's why I Kenpachi told me to come this time, I presume. Shin couldn't handle the gang for shit. If anything, Kensei was more of the leader with me gone.
"Yeah." Stark spoke up. "Since Hiyori broke into these ones, once of our members voted to change it. It was very...persistent. So we wanted to ask to change them a bit." I didn't notice the lifting gaze that settled on me, because I was too cornered with Stark's talking. New ones, this time too? I furrowed me brow.
"Go on." I added, just for a prompt for him. He didn't really need one, but fuck it.
"The land that Hiyori invaded was the east side. I found her back at Ganges school, right after classes, and I confronted her. We were discussing that she could have that part of territory if, and only if, we can choose part of land that we would like to take of yours. Of course, all of you will be able to use the land she took." Stark explained. "We wanted to take the west side of yours."
I blinked, then blinked again. West side? But that's…that's my house! And of course, little land beside that, but majorly my house. I frowned. "But that's my house."
Stark grinned. "We know. You already have access to our whole district and beyond, so it will not affect you and your family. You're practically on everyone's district, so our gang decided you're all good. And if your friends are to come over, that's ok too, as long as we have access to you too."
I sighed. Glancing at Hiyori, I noticed her helpless look, as if she was waiting for me to crush her little heart. I never did like her, true, so she thought I was to decline this order and not let her in the district. I bit my lip. She looked so helpless.
I found myself licking my lips as I stepped up to Stark. I took my blade out of my pocket, and immediately everyone went into the defensive mode. I snorted.
Stark spoke up first. "Don't." he told his gang, stepping up alongside me. I opened up my blade, sticking my palm out, and letting my blade slice a clear cut into my tanned skin, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. I did the same for Stark.
"ok." I said solemnly. Putting the knife away, I lifted up my hand, waiting for the other to shake. "From now on, the West District if in your care, and the East is in ours." Starks bloodied hand pressed to mine, the burning sensation tracking shivers down my body. Pulling away, I backed up to my gang. "By the way, may I ask, out of curiosity, who was the one to ask for this arrangement?" I glanced at everyone, who sported knowing smirks, all but Grimmjow. I raised an eyebrow at them.
"He wants to keep it secret, man. Sorry 'bout tha', ichi." the most surprising out of it all, Shiro spoke. I whimpered at my brother.
"b-but-!"
"sorry, ichi, that won' work this time. For a friend." Shiro smirked. I sighed heavily.
"fine." I stated, a slight grin on me features. "Let's see if I can figure this out the hard way, ne?" I told Shiro then. He smirked also.
"im all for a fight, lil' bro, but I won' tell."
"Gr." I muttered. Then I spoke up as I moved forward. "Fine then. At least I can beat all the annoyance into you. I find it amusing." I snorted, along with everyone else. Both gangs backed up, leaving Shiro and me in the light of the alley. They learned the first time that I and Shi get violent sometimes.
"Come on then." Shiro grinned. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. He knew he never could beat me, and yet he still gets his face beaten in. I don't know how stupid my brother could be, but I find it somewhat adorable when he was all determined and crap. It's cute.
Not saying another thing, I charged after him.
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A few jeers, a lot of punches, kicks, and painful groans later, Shiro lay panting in the alley as I shook my head. Great. I have to carry the idiot home too.
"Does he ever learn?" Shin intervened.
"nah. Can't say I want him too, either." I smirked. "Though I could go for another fight." I turned to the opposing gang to the side of me, looking up at all of the snickering guys. "Anyone wanna go?"
Silence. I rolled my eyes. Typical.
Ever so slightly then, a new figure rose up to challenge me. His bright blue hair flickered dangerously in the light as he somewhat smirked\somewhat glared at me.
"Try me."
~end~
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