Hi everyone, this is my first fanfiction! I wrote some before, but I never shared any of them…. But I hope you will like this one! Tell me what you think. And remember to leave a review! Thanks for reading! ^^

Summary: He was the delinquent of the town. His mother was in jail for trying to kill his father while his father was living comfortably in a large mansion somewhere in east Tokyo. I saw him 122 times in the alleyway which was his home. Sometime then, I fell in love. Grimmjow x Ichigo Yaoi smut lemon.

(The smut comes later on in the story).

Chapter 1: Chance meeting

The first time I saw him was when I was fourteen and late for soccer practice. I took the short cut between two buildings and got lost in the alleyways.

I saw a boy my age sitting on the garbage disposal, smoking weed. His eyes followed me. I was wondering around. I didn't ask for directions and he didn't give any.

But I knew who he was. We all did.

His name was Jeagerjaquez Grimmjow and he was the delinquent of the town. His mother was in jail for trying to kill his father while his father was living comfortably in a large mansion somewhere in east Tokyo. Jeagerjaquez senior never acknowledged his son. He denied that Grimmjow was his, even though they both shared the same striking blue eyes and blue hair.

Nobody ever felt sorry for Grimmjow. He did drugs, smoked what he could and got into fights. He was also known to have a sadistic streak. In fifth grade, he cornered a kid in the gutters and wouldn't let him leave until he licked his shoes. And in sixth grade, he gave a kid a swirly because they made fun of his mother. He was that kid that every parent warned to stay away from. He was that kid who everyone saw on the streets and walked the other way. He was that kid that everybody hated, but nobody really understood.

When I walked past him, I felt his gaze bear into my back. I walked the other way. When I was far, I heard him sigh. I turned around. His eyes were closed. But he was still smirking.

On that day, I learned that he was lonelier than he was dangerous and more miserable than he was cruel.

So, every Tuesday afterwards, I took the same route to see him.

And I saw him week after week with that lopsided smirk on his face and those passive blue eyes.

I never said a word.

Maybe it was because I saw him exactly one hundred and twenty two times in that alleyway. Maybe it was because I never had a reason to hate him.

But one day, he showed up in front of my house with blood on his arms. The rain had made his shirt transparent and the bloody edges of his sleeves cherry. His face was very pale. And his blue hair rested flatly on his head, like a beast at rest.

I never knew he knew my address. But I was not surprised to find him there.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked at him awkwardly.

The rain had washed away the smirk. But he was without a doubt Jeagerjaquez Grimmjow.

I thought I could look at him forever. Time had never passed since that day.

"Grimmjow." I said dryly.

It sounded like he was a regular visitor. I could have called him in to watch a movie or play some games. But he didn't budge.

Grimmjow took a deep breath. His gaze never left my eyes. I couldn't withdraw. He had me locked with those silent blue eyes.

"I killed someone." He said quietly.

"What?"

"I killed someone."

There was a short stammer in his voice which he tried hard and almost successfully hid. I wasn't in shock. I wasn't in doubt either. I knew that he had the potential to kill. We all did.

"Who?"

"His name is Luppi." He said. "He stole my camping ground and wouldn't let me in."

"Camping ground?"

"It's where I fucking live!"

I said nothing. The rain pounded on my heart and pushed it down. It never occurred to me that the little space between the two apartments was perhaps his home. It never occurred to me that he had nothing to go back to.

"Ichigo."

"Yeah, that's my name."

"I know." He said quietly.

He looked at me once last time turned away. There was a limp in his step which I hadn't noticed before. His arm was bleeding more furiously from the backside. He walked away into the cold darkness.

I didn't close the door. I didn't move at all. I saw him disappear over the curve of the hill. And I watched as the dark night consumed his blue hair.

He didn't come to school the next day. Or the one after that.

I didn't see him the next Tuesday. Or the Tuesday after that.

But a few months later, a verdict was declared. Justice was supposedly served. Grimmjow had turned eighteen the last summer. He was thrown into jail and was going to be there for life.

In a strange way, I thought this was his confession.

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