A/N: Hi, and thanks for clicking on this story in the first place. This is my first ever fan fiction, and also my first ever yaoi. Yep just about sums it up, sorry for any missed spelling mistakes beforehand, and for any OOCness. AU. The main pairing here is going to be GrimmxIchi, obviously, but I will probably make some other pairings and yes, I'm pretty sure they are going to be some odd ones. Sorry if you are not going to be a fan of some of these pairings. I just kinda write and whatever happens, happens. For example I already know that one of these pairings include Shinji and Yumichika. Omg! What happened to Ikkaku? Well I just thought that pairing was a little over used even though in the series it suggests other wise. Whatever just bear with my I do enjoy to experiment. Hope you like the first chapter anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the character mentioned, I only write about them. :]
Oh, and there are two flash backs, they are in italics just so that doesn't confuse anyone. Thanks again.
Chapter One: The Meeting
Ichigo sat beneath the tree next to the schoolyard, his hands picking at the remaining cherries in his lunchbox, his caramel colored eyes gazing with interest at the two blue-haired strangers talking with his teacher. Ichigo wondered why a parent would ever permit her child to dye his hair such a resonant color, and at such young age. Perhaps, the kid's hair was natural thanks to some unknown genetic mutation, Ichigo figured, only because his mother had the same shimmering blue locks. In the near future, Ichigo would find that the kid's hair was indeed natural. His own locks brushed lazily against his near-permanent scowl as a breeze gently passed by. He still stared at the three people wondering exactly the two strangers wanted. Ichigo's mouth vanquished the last cherry, before he tilted his head just a little to spit out the pit. All the while his eyes still glued to the back of the kid's head. Ichigo probably didn't realize just how creepy he must have looked.
"Hey! Ichi! Come on, let's go!" Tatsuki hollered at him, catching him off guard.
"Uh, yeah, yeah…" came the response. Ichigo grabbed his lunchbox still wondering why the strangers were there. Perhaps the kid would be joining them at school soon, who knew? He stole one last glance at the blue-haired boy. If he was joining them his hair would sure be a major distraction in class.
A flash of ocean blue eyes met his soft brown ones. Wow, those are some intense eyes, Ichigo thought, throwing a welcoming smile at the kid. A slight tug on the kid's lips was all he received in return. Ichigo turned and joined Tatsuki leaving the school yard behind and entering the building. The kid seemed shy but for some reason Ichigo doubted it.
That was six years ago, Ichigo recalled, what was the kid's name anyway? Grimm… Grimm… Grimm-something… oh yeah, Grimmjow. Ichigo smirked to himself, watching Grimmjow chat to his two best friends in the doorway. His hair would never cease to amaze him, with those obnoxiously vibrant hues of blue. Many people would probably say the same to his hair. Ichigo casually looked over to Grimmjow's to friends. He only knew that they were upper class men. One was actually quite short for his age, he had stark-white hair, spiked in random directions, with deep blue eyes. The other was a taller looking boy, reserved and mysterious. His dark hair was also spiked but it was much shorter than his short friend's. He flaunted a 69 tattoo on his cheek. Ichigo wondered why he decided to even get it on his cheek, must have hurt. Strangely, the tattoo fit his mysterious personality. The three were also an oddly picked match. They had been best friends as far as Ichigo could tell. Grimmjow made friends easily but not many, it seemed he preferred a few close friends over a bunch of people claiming to be his friends. Ichigo preferred it that way as well. He wasn't like Shinji who didn't give a damn of who his friends were as long as he could yap about his life to them. Apparently neither was Grimmjow.
Ichigo shifted his gaze to the window. Luckily this class had a decent sized window. A few years back he was in a class that didn't have any windows at all. He felt trapped, claustrophobic and just absolutely miserable that year. Ichigo's train of thought escaped him as a light warming kiss invaded his personal space. Well that sure was a decent way to get his attention. Ichigo smiled against the soft lips as he realized his girlfriend, Orihime, had suddenly blocked his view of the window.
"Good morning," he said still smiling up at her.
"Morning," she answered in her tiny voice, shyly. A slight blush decorated her cheeks; she had just kissed Ichigo in front of too many people for her comfort. That, and she was always shy around Ichigo, for as long as he could remember. It was her sweet and caring personality that he adored. Her huge breasts were just a bonus in their relationship. Tatsuki shot a warming grin at the couple of six months as she pushed her way past them to take her seat behind Ichigo. She was shocked and surprised when they had told her they had been dating for over a month without her knowing it. She was kind of depressed at first for two reasons: one being she thought she was Orihime's best friend so why hadn't she told her sooner? Secondly, she had a teensy crush on Orihime for the longest time and suddenly that chance had been stolen from her. Tatsuki accepted the relationship later knowing full well that she would have never told Orihime how she felt about her for fear of ruining their friendship. Ichigo was a nice guy he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, and if he did she would still kick his ass even though he was also a good friend of hers. Orihime didn't deserve any bullshit in her life, her parents died when she was young so it was just her brother and her for a while. Then her brother passed away recently as well. Orihime had been on her own for two years now. It must have been hard to fend for yourself at such a young age.
Moments later an old man with an impressive beard entered the room. Ichigo rolled his eyes, this old geezer. By now you would have thought he would even consider retiring. Hell, by now it was surprising he hadn't keeled over yet. He stood with dignity in front of the class waiting for all the students to settle down. He leaned on his old wooden cane and threw Grimmjow and his friends a reproachful glance. Grimmjow rolled his eyes, turning away from his friends and waving them a goodbye before settling himself in his seat before the window. He seemed in an irritated mood today. Snickers and light giggling threatened to break the silence. Usually Grimmjow wouldn't back down like that, but it seemed he wasn't in the mood for anything today. The old man hit his trusty old cane to the floor to regain the class's attention. It fell silent in a matter of seconds, it seemed no one wanted to test the man's patience today.
This year Ichigo's class was quite large. A few familiar faces spotted the room here and there. Ichigo already knew today would be long and boring just like any other day at school, regardless if it was the first day or not. Maybe he would reunite with some old friends after the long summer break, but for now Ichigo's mind was set on daydreaming effectively blocking out the old coot's ramblings about academic matters.
"Everyone, this is Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, he is the new student today, and I would like to ask you to please be nice to him. He just moved to Karakura, everyone say hello." The teacher was in the middle of introducing the strange blue-haired boy to the class. Her arms rested on his shoulders as if she was protecting him. Grimmjow on the other hand didn't look to pleased with being today's show and tell.
"Hello!" The whole class practically shrieked at the two. Grimmjow winced.
"Thank you, now who would be kind enough to show Grimmjow around for the day?" the teacher questioned her eyes searching around the room. A single small hand rose. The hand belonged to a kid named, Sosuke Aizen. Frankly, he was not the best candidate to show Grimmjow around, and he wasn't particularly nice to everyone either. At the time Aizen looked kinder, maybe it was those glasses he sported. The teacher led Grimmjow to sit next to Aizen, Grimmjow didn't look to happy to be there. Aizen immediately started asking questions, him and his friends flocking around him. Ichigo didn't like Aizen or his group of friends he had hoped that Grimmjow wouldn't become and asshole like the rest of them. Grimmjow manage to shake them all off returning his attention to the front of the class. Aizen and Szayel looked quite disappointed, Ulquiorra looked as bored as ever, and Nnoitra just punched Grimmjow in the shoulder good naturally saying 'welcome' with a face splitting grin.
Ichigo really hoped the poor kid wouldn't turn into an asshole, there were already too many of them in the class to begin with.
Grimmjow had, had it for the day. Unfortunately for him it wasn't even close to noon yet. The day had only just begun. In the morning he had to deal with his sister Nelliel, or Nel as he liked to call her. She was overly excited to be starting high school, but also nervous. She pestered Grimmjow, and bombarded him with stupid questions that he didn't even know the answers to. Things like: 'Is it hard to get all the homework done on time?' or 'Do you think I'll make some new friends.' Or 'Are there any cute boys there?' Grimmjow had enough and told her to shut up. Not to mention later that day Aizen and his little band of friends insisted that he was 'babysitting.'
"Aww, look at that Grimmkitty is babysitting his little sister, how nice… wouldn't blame him, even I would like to keep that piece of ass to myself." Aizen stated bluntly, he smirked eyeing Nel. Grimmjow on the other hand just about threw himself at the little cocky asshole, but Nel stopped him knowing to well that the situation would only get worse. She led Grimmjow away, giving Aizen a murderous glare while she was at it, then throwing her head back in a wave of hair, dramatically, lifting her chin and stalking away with her brother. It made the group snicker.
"It's fine, just drop it, I can take care of myself now no need to get into any trouble over me, especially over those pathetic bunch." Nel assured him, "I'm off to class don't do anything stupid please." She gave him a brisk hug and left without a second glance back at her still fuming brother. Her first day in school defiantly didn't start the way she would have liked.
How could that bastard even dare speaking about his sister in such a manner? Grimmjow knew he was being a bit over protective but he just couldn't help it, he had been "the man of the family" for the longest time now that it was just drilled into his head. Grimmjow forced himself to drop the subject just as his sister had asked and he instead looked around the class to get his mind off things. There was defiantly more people in his class this year… Great more idiots to deal with.
Anger welled up inside him as his eyes set that on a pair of cold brown ones. Aizen wore a smirk his gaze unwavering. Ugh, he couldn't deal with this today. Ever since he met Sosuke Aizen, Grimmjow had disliked the man. Of course back then Aizen looked a little more tolerable with his glasses and his hair set a fray. Current day Aizen lost the glass and it seemed as if the man had grown very fond of hair gel. Aizen know boasted a huge ego as if he could have whatever he wanted from the world. In the past Aizen had actually been very nice to Grimmjow but Grimmjow just didn't like the way Aizen treated others: like trash. Perhaps that was the reason for the unspoken tension between the two. It seemed to Grimmjow that Aizen wasn't going to break their little staring contest anytime soon; Grimmjow just didn't have the time to act like a kid so he continued looking around the class. His eyes rest on a pair of unfocused caramel ones. Last time he had seen those eyes in such detail was hmm, six years ago? Something like that. Grimmjow smirked; Ichigo sure didn't realize just how stupid he looked at the moment. After a while Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, the kid sure was out of it today. Tatsuki must have noticed because she hit Ichigo in the shoulder to bring him crashing back down to earth. Wherever he was before then sure seemed like a good place to be, for once he hadn't worn his trademark scowl. Ichigo blushed when he realized he had been staring at Grimmjow for the better part of the class, and he must have looked like an idiot too! Wait, he wasn't staring at Grimmjow he was just staring at the window behind Grimmjow. Still it was embarrassing. Grimmjow turned with a smirk returning his attention back to the wheezing old geezer's blabbing. As if nothing of the sort had happened. Ichigo silently thanked him, he liked that about Grimmjow.
"How's the day been coming along?" his white haired companion asked.
"Poorly." It was a simple statement but it clearly screamed out the fact that Grimmjow was not in the mood for talking. The morning's events had put Grimmjow out of the mood. He couldn't believe just one sentence from Aizen filthy little mouth had put him in such a terrible mood. Aizen had tarnished it in one sentence for the whole day, which was a feat to be proud of.
"Ah, I see." Toshiro acknowledged, he knew better than to continue the already failing conversation with Grimmjow in such a state, he could accidently say something completely unrelated to the problem and it still would upset Grimmjow. He instead turned his attention to Shuhei. These two had been Grimmjow's best friends since he had moved to the small town of Karakura. That was over six years ago. He had meet him in his neighborhood of all places. Shuhei and Toshiro were both a grade above Grimmjow, being in their last year: senior year. Grimmjow didn't mind, it's not like he could talk to the two in a class with an old coot like that being the teacher of the class.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a very excited Shinji and a happily attached Yumichika approaching their table. Shinji had been inviting practically everyone in sight who looked remotely familiar to his party. Shinji also made up part of the senior class, he was a very vibrant one at that, practically everyone knew him or had heard of him. Shinji was also one of the very few in their school to be openly gay. He was so open with people that they didn't even think twice about it. Yumichika was his boyfriend of three years. He always wore feathers or something of the sort around his eye, apparently he thought it had made him look even more beautiful than he already was. Yumichika, in Grimmjow opinion sure saw beauty in a different light than most people.
Shinji chattered busily with Toshiro and Shuhei, Yumichika smiled idly at the two. Grimmjow slowly drew himself out of his thoughts back to earth. That unmistakable voice could be most annoying at times. At that, Shinji flung his head around to face Grimmjow, he happily stated, "And I suppose you will be accompanying these two, ne?"
"Um," Grimmjow looked at his two best friends, they both gave them that look of, 'You should go, to get your mind off things.' He smirked turned back to Shinji and nodded, "Yeah, guess I'll go."
"That's perfect!" Shinji ranted cheerily.
Yumichika turned to Grimmjow with a smile, clearly pleased, "See ya Friday night then." With that Yumichika and Shinji turned on heel and ran off to invite other groups. Grimmjow wouldn't be surprised if the whole damn school had showed up. He laughed to himself at the thought of too many people trying to stuff themselves inside Shinji's tiny apartment, like a pack of crazy sardines.
Yuzu rushed around the kitchen busily. She was lucky as it was that she got home before any of her siblings, so maybe for once she would have dinner ready without the wait. She knew her family appreciated all that she done for them and they may say that she was over-doing it with spoiling them but Yuzu was just in that mindset, she would always be the 'mom' of the house. She brought a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil, before adding a bag of white rice to the liquid. Then she brought out a pan, oiled it and returned to rummage through the refrigerator. Her head appeared again moments later with a package. Inside was whitetail fish. She brought the container to the sink and opened the package with a sharp knife. She then proceeded to wash the fillets in cold water, having done so she placed the fillets in a bowl and again returned to the fridge this time in search for eggs. Yuzu found them with ease after all this was her domain. She split open to shells into a small bowl and then she battered at the eggs with a fork until the yolk and the whites of the egg blended together. Finishing she placed a large dish on the counter and filled it with flour and just a bit of parmesan cheese. Then she returned her attention to the oiled pan and the fish fillets. She smiled to herself dinner was coming along great and still no one was home, she was proud of her new achievement. She grasped one of the fish fillets dipping it into the bowl with the two eggs, making sure to get the whole fillet covered in yolk. Yuzu then placed the fillet on one side in the mixture of flour and cheese, then she flipped it over cover the other side in the same manner. Now that the fillet was done she placed it to cook on the oiled and now heated pan. The fish sizzled nicely quickly filling the kitchen with the smell of delicious food. Yuzu checked on the rice before returning to the remaining fish. Karin would be returning home soon from soccer practice she better hurry, fortunately dinner was almost done.
Karin returned to the house after a long and tedious soccer practice. She was surprised when Yuzu rushed to the door and hurriedly escorted her to the kitchen table, beaming all the way; she sure was in a good mood. She set a rather large plate in front of Karin and then proceeded to fill it with steaming rice and a fillet of baked fish, with some vegetables on the side. Karin only mustered out a small 'thanks' before Yuzu gave her a small smile and ushered her to try it. Karin did happily, her sister cooking was good, and the whitetail did have a certain zing to it that she enjoyed. Karin thanked her again after finishing the plate, she was extremely full but she couldn't just turn down her sister's cooking. Ichigo walked into the kitchen within the moment also drawn to the smell of delicious food. Yuzu piled his plate with steaming rice, vegetables, and the whitetail fish. Her brother was a bit out of sorts for the last two days, and the meal was actually made bearing Ichigo's wellbeing in mind. Orihime had fallen ill with a nasty cold, and within the first day she had lost her voice thanks to all the coughing. Ichigo had worried about her since; he was probably late today only because he visited her after school to make sure everything was okay. Yuzu certainly didn't like to see her brother worried.
"How has Orihime been doing is she better?" Yuzu asked, she was worried for Orihime as well, not just her brother.
Ichigo sat down and stared at his food, before taking up his fork and starting on his meal, "She is getting better, but she won't be going to school tomorrow either."
"Hmm, maybe I'll cook something for her and bring it over tomorrow?"
"Yeah, that would actually be really nice," Ichigo grunted with his mouth full, nobody could resist Yuzu's cooking even his friends would come over just to eat. Those moochers, Renji especially. Ichigo smiled up at Yuzu, he was so proud of his little sister and how she cared for just about anyone. Yuzu sure would make a great mother someday.
"How about school, was it boring as usual?"
"Yeah, not much new there." Ichigo replied he appreciated how his sister was trying to make conversation with him but he was just too busy stuffing his mouth with her great cooking to really pay attention to anything but the taste. You would have thought that by this time Ichigo would have got used to the cooking, but for him it never got old, in fact with every passing meal the cooking seemed to just get tastier. He would catch himself thinking about what Yuzu would cook that day quite often.
"How about that party are you still going to go, without Orihime?" Yuzu asked still trying to get her brother to talk.
"Yeah I guess so, Renji and Tatsuki are probably going so I guess I will just be with them." Ichigo wondered if Renji and Tatsuki were actually going to go. He hoped they would otherwise who would be there, that he knew anyway? Shinji was great and all, and he had helped Ichigo in the past, but the kid was just too social, so he wouldn't stick around to chat to Ichigo all night, and Yumichika just creeped him out a bit. Who was he kidding Yumichika and Shinji would just run off to their bedroom halfway through their party.
"Oh," Yuzu replied quietly, taking Ichigo's now empty plate to the sink. Ichigo thanked her for the miraculous dinner. Well in his mind it was pretty miraculous. Ichigo headed upstairs he was exhausted and now his dinner was making him even more comfortably tired. The week had been long and it was only still Thursday, getting back to a sleeping schedule was tough after summer. He decided to turn in early today; after all he had school and then Shinji's party to attend to he needed all the shut eye he could get. Instead of heading to his room like he planned Ichigo turned instead to the bathroom. Ichigo quickly stripped the mirror catching and copying his impressive body. His shirt dropped to the floor and his tight jeans pooled around his ankles. He was lean and toned, not one of those overly muscular morons. He stepped into the shower adjusting the dials to a preferred temperature, at first the water was cold, it quickly changed to a more comfortable temperature. Ichigo took a quick shower, washing his hair, brushing his teeth and lastly lathering his body from head to toe with soap. His thoughts wandered as he washed it all off, already pretty clean for the average high school kid. Perhaps he paid more attention to hygiene than most. Ichigo dried off with a dark navy blue towel. He quickly made his way across the hall and into his room, dropping the towel that was hugging his hips to the floor and rummaged through his closet for a pair of boxers. Ichigo then opened his window all the way, he liked the night air and it was still early into the fall so it wasn't too cold to close it. He then fell back into his pillow with a sigh. Yeah, the week had been long. Ichigo passed out within the hour, dreams clouding his subconscious.
Perfect, neither Renji nor Tatsuki had showed up for Shinji's party. Tatsuki had explained that she had a karate competition that Saturday so she needed the rest. Ichigo didn't blame her, those competitions were pretty tough. Renji on the other hand hadn't given a Ichigo a reason, it's not like he owed that to Ichigo but he still wondered if it was just him being lazy or did Renji actually have something to do for Kisuke this time? Most likely the latter, Renji wasn't the kind of person to pass up a good party. Guess it wouldn't hurt to make some new friends right? Ugh, Ichigo was going to need some liquid courage to not be so socially awkward. Actually, a beer or two would only kick that unfriendly scowl off his face. Still beneficial, but so illegal. Ichigo smirked taking a beer from the cooler and popping off the cap anyway. Why the hell not? Not like anything crazy would actually happen, Shinji and Yumichika actually did a good job to make sure their parties were in some kind of check. It wasn't going to be obnoxiously loud, no stupid drunk fights, and no police. All was well. Eh, tonight wouldn't be so bad, Ichigo thought to himself.
The night crawled on, filled with laughter and lively chatting. Grimmjow was right it seemed the whole school had decided to show it face at Shinji's little "get-together." He laughed heartily with Toshiro at a joke Shuhei had just mentioned. Grimmjow had actually been enjoying the night with his friends. So, it wasn't a bad idea after all? He chuckled, yeah it was, nights like this for some reason always went wrong for Grimmjow. The word 'party' seemed to not particularly like Grimmjow. Grimmjow looked over the cramped living room; Shinji and Yumichika were dancing in the center of it on a tiny, rickety coffee table. Their dancing was quite erotic, exactly the reason why Grimmjow had told Nel it was best for her not to go. Surprisingly she listened, maybe she just didn't want another incident like Aizen happening. She was pretty attractive, even her over-bubbly personality was made up for with her body, she should be proud. Grimmjow studied the room with a hunting eye, there were actually quite a few hot looking girls, but none took his fancy. He sighed, he did sport some pretty high standards, perhaps he didn't know what he was looking for. So far only Rangiku and Halibel came close to his standards. He spotted them near the kitchen drinking beers and giggling at something. A night with those two might actually be fun in Grimmjow's opinion. Maybe he would get the chance someday. A lecherous grin overtook his face at the thought. Toshiro and Shuhei exchanged looks and looked in the girls' directions, Toshiro also smiled, but Shuhei shook his head and laughed at his two idiotic friends. They didn't have a chance with those two in his opinion, unless they decided to magically show interest in one of them. It sure wasn't likely. Grimmjow excused himself and wandered through the booming apartment. He entered the more quite apartment bathroom. It was much cooler in here without all those people crowding in here. Maybe Nel should have come, made friends with Rangiku and Halibel, and then introduced them to Toshiro and himself. He chuckled that would be nice, only in his dreams, his sister would never agree to such a plan. Having relieved himself, Grimmjow turned to wash his hands, but instead he ran into the last person he wanted to see that night. Why hadn't he been smart enough to lock the door? Sosuke Aizen, the mischievous devil stood before him, a slight grin on his face. Great, and what's worse the bastard looked wasted. Grimmjow rolled his eyes, looking around the bathroom briskly… Should he knock him out with something… perhaps a toothbrush to the head with just enough force? Grimmjow decided against, he tried instead to push past Aizen.
An un-nerving smirk crossed Aizen face, "Uh," he lazily licked his lips. "I don't think you're going anywhere, Grimmkitty," Aizen purred. Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow; yeah this bastard was officially off his rocker. "Your sister is a nice juicy hunk of meat—" What the fuck, hunk of meat? "—but I think I'd rather sink my teeth into you tonight." At this point both of Grimmjow's eyebrows rose, dangerously reaching for his hairline. Aizen's smile widened, his face already breaching Grimmjow personal space.
"Uh—"Grimmjow pressed a hand against Aizen's chest, pushing him away.
"Does Grimmkitty not want to play?" Aizen questioned honestly confused. Stupid drunk bastard. Grimmjow grunted as he was forcefully pushed up against the wall, "Sorry, but I do."
Grimmjow struggled against Aizen's massive body. The brute was stronger than he looked. Aizen only seemed to take the struggling as an invitation. Shock and numbness overtook Grimmjow, as he fell limp; Aizen greedily kissed him his tongue threatening to invade. Aizen pressed their bodies together, Grimmjow stuck between the uncomfortable sandwich of the wall and Aizen. Grimmjow internally struggled to move, he could not. Aizen tighten his grip on Grimmjow's collar, he shoved a knee in-between Grimmjow's legs. All the while he continued assaulting Grimmjow's lips and mouth. He had managed to slip his tongue into the blunet's mouth after Grimmjow had gasped at his legs being forcefully pushed apart. Grimmjow did not like this one bit; his eyes were wide in shock an expression of helplessness on his face, his body limp and un-moving as if some invisible force willed that he stay submissive. Move! Push him away! Anything! What the fuck! His mind raced, ordering his body, but it was unresponsive.
As if sent by an angel Aizen was tossed to the floor. He grunted angrily gasping for air. Grimmjow slowly slid down the wall, still shocked and motionless. He was still shocked that the person he hated with such a passion had just kissed him. Grimmjow looked up at his savior. The vibrant orange locks sure rang a bell but the name escaped his mind.
"Um, thanks…—"
"Ichigo, and yeah no problem—"
"Grimmjow."
"Uh, yeah, hah, didn't know Aizen swung both ways…" Ichigo offered Grimmjow his hand to help him back up. Grimmjow accepted without hesitation. Wow, this conversation was not awkward AT ALL!
"What should we do with him?" Ichigo asked eyeing Aizen who still lay on the floor, completely out of it. "Just leave him there on the floor, let's get outta here."
Ichigo obeyed turning and leaving the now cramped bathroom. Grimmjow felt as if he owed the kid a favor, "Hey, uh… Ichigo, why don't you join Toshiro, Shuhei, and me?"
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the outburst, "Yeah sure." The awkward stage of meeting someone new still hadn't passed. He complied and followed Grimmjow back through the booming apartment. There were less people now.
"Who is this, and where have you been all this time?" Toshiro questioned.
"Well this is Ichigo, my… um… savior?" Grimmjow smirked at his choice of words. Both Shuhei and Toshiro had questioning expressions on their faces, their eyes darting like rabbits between Ichigo and a smirking Grimmjow. "Yeah, hello." Ichigo threw out a welcoming smile for the world to see. It sure did lighten up the mood. Before long the group was busily chatting away about interesting topics and the most random of thoughts. Ichigo liked his new companions; they all had their own unique humor and personalities. Frankly, all in all it was nice just to spend time with some new people. Ichigo learned quite a bit about the three. Shuhei was still mysterious in some ways but to Ichigo's surprise he had the same taste for his favorite manga. Shuhei also liked to play the guitar and according to Toshiro, who had heard him practice every day, and claimed that Shuhei had a talent for it. Grimmjow just nodded in agreement. On top of that Shuhei was openly gay, fortunately he stopped flirting with Ichigo once he got the hint that he wasn't interested. What was with today and finding out peoples' sexual preferences? Toshiro on the other hand had a passion for singing, but he also like to play a bunch of video games. His favorite being a game called DEAD OR ALIVE, Ichigo had never heard of it but coincidently the game was actually made here in Japan. Ichigo also learned that Toshiro and Shuhei lived together in the same apartment. Surely though; the two weren't dating or anything after all Shuhei openly flirted with Ichigo moments ago without any reproaching glances from Toshiro. Grimmjow was also an interesting character. Ichigo wouldn't have known it but Grimmjow was actually a cat-lover. His family owned two, and amusing tabby by the name of Kon, and a lovely Russian Blue named Panthera. It appeared that Grimmjow loved them both dearly. Grimmjow had moved to Karakura after his dad's death, he hadn't elaborated on the subject, only mentioned it when the conversation was on the topic of family.
It was late into the night when the group decided it was best to go and get some well-earned shut eye. They couldn't find Shinji or Yumichika at the current hour so they just left without saying any goodbyes. The two were probably off somewhere not giving a care to the world, in the privacy of each other's arms.
The night nipped playfully at their warm skin as they exited the apartment, they were one of the last to leave. It wasn't cold, just chilly enough to cause some minor goosebumps. Toshiro and Shuhei said their goodbyes as the group reached a turn off. Grimmjow followed Ichigo claiming his home was in the same direction; sure enough he was not lying.
"Thanks for everything today," Grimmjow stated sincerely.
"Don't mention it."
"No, seriously, I mean it. It was bad enough that the jerk was Aizen, but I'm not into men either so I was a bit too shocked to do anything about it." Grimmjow laughed nervously, more to himself than Ichigo. Here it came again the monster known as: Awkward. Man…
"Yah, hah, I getcha, see ya." Ichigo said goodbye sticking out his hand. Grimmjow grasped and shock it, "Yeah, see ya around."
The night had been long and frankly the both were in need of a long dreamless night of sleep. Yeah, that sounded nice. Ichigo made his way home through the dark streets recommencing the night's events.
A/N: Welp, there it is my first ever chapter for a fan fiction ever…
Hoped you liked it and please review, it is greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Mizuki-Hana.
