(Hello! Sorry for being a long time since I last posted. I graduated last night and it still doesn't feel real. Anyway, I posted Strawberry Kisses before, but lost interest. But to tell you this, this story you are about to read now, is the new and updated Strawberry Kisses. I hope you guys like it and leave reviews and I'll update as fast as I can.
I don't own anything, except for my beautiful ideas.
/=New section
/F/=Flash Back
/EF/=End Flash Back)
A clear night sky holds a waning crescent moon with only a few starts that lightly brighten the land from below. Dark chocolate brown eyes looked across the sand like landscape, only to find: hills, more sand, and very little plant life. Looking down towards his hands, he slowly lifted himself of the sand just as a howl creep up around him. The howl vibrating against his ear drums. Black shapeless creatures scattered as he started to walk with a grace that only a dancer would have until he came upon a large white manor.
White walls towered above him as he looked ghostly towards it. His long fire red/orange hair swayed as he shifted to look behind him. A blue and white figure approaches slowly. The figure was a male with a wild blue mane that could rival his own pair of crayon blue eyes that held twin marks that matched his hair and eyes, tan skin stretched over toned muscles from years of training. Standing out the most, other than his blue mane and eyes, is the white jaw bone that sat on the right on the right jaw line.
A white uniform hugged his body that made those sexy muscles to stick out even more. The jacket is ragged with an upturn collar, the sleeves rolled up to elbows. A pair of hakamas hugged his hips, which is held up with a black stash and lastly, the large hollow hole laid right smack in the middle of the other's stomach. He licked his pink lips as he thought what it would feel like to be under that body.
With dazed eyes, he watched as the other male moved closer. Crayon blue eyes meet brown/gold eyes. A sharp and intense cry ripped through out his throat as he gripped his hair. Tightly closing his eyes; he fell to the ground, the sand digging deep into his skin. Slowly his cries stopped as the young man fell unconscious.
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Grimmjow raced through the dry desert air when he noticed a figure standing in front of Las Noches.
Long fire red/orange locks framed a light peached color, heart shaped face; large chocolate brown and golden yellow eyes held innocence. A lean-built body shifted lightly to look up at Grimmjow in doing so, his wild bangs held Grimmjow's. He held a small white mask that started at the point where the nose starts to form and ends at the point where the cheek bone and jaw bone meet which the mask covers the only golden gold eye.
He wore no shoes, but he wore a simple white hakamas that rode low on his hips. It's held up with a gold/black stash that held his long and thin sword. His jacket just as simple as his hakamas, but it has gold/black twisting together to form his lining and trim of the jacket.
Grimmjow watched closely as the other slowly feel to his knees. He started to race towards the other falling male before he could hurt himself.
"Ichigo Kurosaki?" Grimmjow whispered softly in surprised.
/F/
Dark storm clouds threaten to pour rain to the lands below. A loud sound of thunder rang out before the first drop of rain landed. Everywhere was drenched afterwards. Washing away the dry blood, but soaking the ground with that very same blood in a field that held two figures holding onto each other.
"You promised. Promised to not leave, Ichigo."
/EF/
An ear splitting, bone crushing scream ripped and tore apart his throat. Unshed tears and fear eyes, wide, held the crayon blue eyes that looked shaken. Neither moved.
With as much courage Grimmjow mustered he asked "Are you okay?"
"Who, Who are…you?" He asked softly with fear. Grimmjow slowly shifted backwards to give the other some room so the other male would feel more comfortable.
"Grimmjow ," He started with. "Are you okay?" He asked again. The other looked at him confusingly.
"I don't know." He said slowly.
"Don't know? Do you know where or who you are?"
"No."
"No?"
"I do not know." He wrapped his arms around his legs and looked down. Grimmjow looked at him softly wishing he could touch him and comfort him, but instead he ran his hand through his wild mane of hair and sighed.
"Do you know?" The other male asked even softer than before. Grimmjow looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes before they slowly changed in those bright, golden gold eyes. A cocky grin formed on sweet strawberry pink lips.
"Who do we have here?" A sweet ice cold melody sound slipped through those lips.
"You know, I know. Do you know where we are? Or who we are?" A soft voice stated/asked from a distance.
"No idea, King." Gold meet blue. "Who the fuck are you?" Grimmjow raised a brow and looked surprise. "Leave it." Gold narrowed before a soft sigh slipped those lips before he grin. Grimmjow didn't show any fear as if he held none.