Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!
Warning: Shonen-ai,murder...
A/N: Hi there, I have no idea why I wrote a story like this, it just appeared in my head, so I just did. Well then, it's really short so, have fun reading it.
It's been a week since that happened. Since he found his lover brutally murdered, in his own room none the less. Grimmjow was lying in the bed, his face looked as calm as the summer sky, at firs Ichigo thought he was sleeping but, but… It was only the face that looked completely normal; the rest of his body was soaked in a pool of blood. Then he froze, refusing to accept that his lover is dead, orangette burst into tears. He knew Grimmjow was gone; however he refused to believe it. Ah, the agony! Ichigo forced himself to go down the stairs and call the police. With his voice shaking, he spat out the address, trying to keep himself together.
They arrived in less then five minutes. Men dressed in white carried Grimm's frozen body like it was some kind of soulless doll. Police inspectors were storming trough out his room, searching for any clue that could lead them to the culprit. Two officers approached Ichigo to ask some questions, but seeing the state he was in; doing so did not result to anything. Teen was standing in a corner, leaning at the wall, he saw nothing and heard nothing – he locked his mind from the outside world. When the police left, Ichigo was still in his zombiefied state, he saw the inspectors leave a contact number, in case he wanted to state some suspicions, but he refused to acknowledge it. All he wanted now was to follow Grimmjow to wherever he was…
The bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson. Yes, it's been a week. Ichigo was forced to go back to his usual routine; he forced himself to act strong, to act as if nothing had happened. To laugh, to interact with his classmates even though, the hole in his heart was tearing him apart.
"Why are you acting like this?" Renji snapped, when he saw Ichigo laugh casually while talking to Keigo.
"What do you mean?" Teen played dumb. Renji was one of the few people that knew of his relationship with Grimmjow and what had happened.
"I'm asking how you can laugh like this when he… When he…" Red head stopped in the middle of the sentence. He noticed that Ichigo's hands were in fists and that his knuckles were already white as snow from the pressure orangette was putting on them.
"Renji, I… I know what you are trying to say, but…" Ichigo's voice cracked, he bit his lip, feeling his eyes water "But, I don't think he'd be happy if I drowned myself in despair. H-He always said that I should smile m-more… So… So I-I'll try to keep myself in place, at l-least in front of people…"
"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to…" Renji tried to calm his friend, who was shaking nervously, down.
"No, it's fine." Teen shook his head; he only needed to keep calm for one more hour.
"If you say so." Renji reluctantly left his friend alone, going back to his seat because the bell rang again a minute ago.
Ichigo didn't hear a word his teacher was muttering to the class. He was drowning in sorrow yet again; it seems that Renji accidentally managed to deepen his already deep wound. Therefore, when the bell, announcing the end of today's lessons, rang, Ichigo stormed out of school, avoiding any figure he may know. To those that he couldn't escape – he told that he was going to the police office for some business. But in reality his plans were different, way different…
A/N: Okay, so the ending is strange, it says nothing only presents with more unanswered questions. But oh well, it's just how it is, I'll leave it up to your imagination, bye-bye :)