Trah-lah-lah-lah~ Hey. Here is a GrimmXIchi fic for you, slight GrimmXHichi too. I've been contemplating this idea for a while and ta-dah! This is what happens when I try to avoid working on my other stories -.- Time to get to the boring stuff...

Disclaimer-- This doesn't belong to me and if it did (which it doesn't) Ichigo's last name would be Jeagerjaques. End of story.

Warning-- This is guyxguy. Yaoi-- nah, you should know the drill by now. If Ichigo's last name is Jaegerjaues what do you think will happen in this story?

Anywho, without further interruptions...

Plain and Simple, I Think Not

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Chapter I

Edited by the amazing-cool punkish furball!! ^_^

General POV

Ichigo sat across from his twin brother at the dinner table and glared at the idiotic albino that was unfortunately his flesh and blood. Shirosaki is the exact opposite of himself; white hair, eerie yellow eyes and a whacked personality combined with a matching out look on life. Shirosaki's goal in life was to break every rule set for him which was precisely why Ichigo was trying to gain the power of laser vision during the past twenty minuets they have been arguing.

Tonight by the grace of God, their annoying old man and their two younger sisters where out and would be gone all weekend which meant Ichigo and Shirosaki had the house to themselves...Bad idea.

"Aww," Shirosaki began to whine to his orange-haired twin, "I only wanna have a couple of friends over."

Ichigo only continued to glare and hoped his wish would be granted and the annoying albino would become a pile of ashes in front of his eyes. What Shirosaki wanted was to have a house party; he was obsessed with alcohol and getting into guy's pants. The party would provide the perfect opportunity for both. No way was that going to happen as long as Ichigo was around.

"I could introduce you to some of the guys..." Shirosaki started to bribe Ichigo; he was well-aware that his older brother was gay just like him, but the permeate scowl on Ichigo's face and his attitude always scared away any potential romantic interests.

"I'm not interested in that pastime," the other replied firmly pushing back his chair and walking out of the kitchen. Ichigo walked up the stairs towards his bedroom without looking back at the sulking Shirosaki. He was tired of arguing with Shirosaki and he figured the troublemaker would just ignore his opinion anyway just like last time they were alone for the weekend.

Ichigo cringed when he remembered the zoo that had appeared in his living room within five minutes when he'd gone to get something to eat last month.

Ichigo had seen a couple of his friends that at the party, but the rest had been star sightings. There were stunning faces everywhere with knock-out figures to match everywhere Ichigo turned. Of course Ichigo expected this; Shirosaki knew everyone at school and had fangirls stalking him everyplace he went.

His younger brother was one of them; one of the stunning, the picturesque, the beautiful and the painfully outta his league. This was a fact Ichigo had learned the hard way at that very party and, since then, Ichigo acted distant to him twin, Shirosaki. What happened that night wasn't Shirosaki's fault, but Ichigo always resented the fact that is little brother was able to enter that world without questions and spent almost every day in the company of a certain teal haired beast.

--One Month Earlier—

Ichigo sat on the top step of the staircase, a safe distance from the raging party that just so happened to be located in his home.

He watched angrily was bodies glued hip-to-hip danced to the ear-splitting melody exploding from the loudspeaker. The teen was thankful their house sat on a fair plot of land otherwise the neighbours would have sent the police a-knocking long ago not that Ichigo would have been heart-broken for the uninvited guests and the sudden end to the wild night.

Auburn eyes scanned the crowd and stopped once he spotted a small group huddled in the back corner. They were his friends: Kuchiki Rukia, Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryuu and Yasutara Sado whom Ichigo called Chad. The group of four looked out of place surrounded by the hyped up swarm of drunks. Ichigo had refused to join them and felt no regret for his choice of action. Out of the blue, both girls in the group turned towards the door while pointing and whispering to each other as they gawked at who had just arrived.

Ichigo recognized the group immediately as Shirosaki's friends. They were all known for their God-given beauty along with their snooty superiority complex. The carrot-top rolled his eyes and was about to retreat to his room when a new face amongst the familiar ones caught his attention. At the door stood a tall man with light blue hair and amazingly strong eyes which Ichigo realized were returning his gaze.

A blush spread across Ichigo's face and he swiftly turned his head in another direction. However, he still felt the powerful stare scrutinizing his body.

Ichigo tried to concentrate on his friends again who had begun to talk to some other people in the less busy corner but to no avail. He wanted to take another look at the stranger with the eye-catching hair –not to mention looks. Slowly, Ichigo turned his head in the direction of the mysterious man to find the doorway empty. Ichigo sighed and ran his hands through his orange hair. He decided this would be a good time to make his escape when he wasn't being watched. Unbeknownst to him, those same eyes watched carefully as Ichigo retreated into his bedroom.

--Present Day--

"Ichi," the familiar whine pleaded from behind his closed bedroom door. "Please, Ichi, I promise nothing will break this time."

"That isn't a promise you can keep." Ichigo said dryly as he let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the closed door that prevented the annoying albino from entering.

"I only need you to say you won't call the cops this time around," Shirosaki said through the closed door.

The orange-haired teen rolled his eyes and replied, "The only reason why I called is because those scum bags where going to drag you away and rape you. Idiot."

It was the other's turn to sigh.

"They weren't actually going to do it," Shirosaki said, "and if I remember right, you were having fun too."

Ichigo was really tired of having this stupid argument; if there was anything he knew it was that Shirosaki would not give up until he had his way.

"Whatever," Ichigo mumbled and pushed away from the door. He picked up his mp3 player and rolled onto his bed. "Do whatever you want, just know I'm not going to cover your ass this time."

Shirosaki danced for joy then sprinted down the stairs. He ran to the kitchen table where he had left his cell-phone, picked it up and dialled every number he could think of. Reason, Shirosaki was on a top-secret mission, he had needed Ichigo's approval for the house-party. Normally, he wouldn't give a damn about what 'mature Ichigo' would say and just go off and do his own thing, but this time around was different.

Mission: Get-Ichi-a-Boyfriend-to-Replace-the-Pole-Shoved-Up-his-Ass was a go... and that name still needed some work.

--Two hours later--

Ichigo's POV

The screech of the electric guitars entered my wars at the same time song I was listening to entered its chorus. My fingers immediately found the scroll on my mp3 player with my eyes closed and pushed the volume to the limit to compete with the loud music pulsing through the house.

Suddenly, the music in my left ear vanished causing me to wonder if I'd finally lost hearing, but the electric beat of the speakers down stairs took its place.

"Ichigo!" someone yelled in my ear making me spring off of my bed.

"What?!" I shouted and squinted in the dark to see who the unwanted intruder was; my heart nearly pounding right out of my chest.

Rukia was standing in the middle of my room with a hand covering mouth trying in vain to hide her laugh.

"My, my Ichigo, I didn't know you could reach such a high registers," she said smugly and smiled before she sat on the edge of my bed.

"Shut the fuck up Rukia," I hissed while glaring at the petite girl in front of me.

In another situation, I would have been grateful that the intruder was one of my friends and not some drunk guy, but after disturbing my peace, she wasn't ranked that high in my books.

"Shirosaki told me to come and drag you down stairs; he has someone he wants you to meet," Rukia said quickly sensing I was about to throw her out of my room.

"Why didn't you lock the door," Rukia asked with her eyes narrowing accusingly, "were you expecting someone else?"

"Forgot," I answered shortly, this was the truth. Though a part of me still wished it would have been someone else.

Rukia moved toward my closet and pulled a red polo shirt of the hanger and then a pair of light jeans.

"Put these on and then come downstairs," she ordered while throwing the garments at my face.

"And don't make me come back up here," Rukia said with a wink before slamming the door.

With a reluctant sigh, I went over and locked the door before getting changed. Just in case.

Pop music blasted in my ears as I made my way through the crowed rooms.

How many people had Shirosaki invited? Well I guess the more the better; more people to hide behind. Don't get my wrong; I wasn't really a shy guy. But right now I had no desire to be in a house filled with a bunch of drunken idiots including my twin brother who was determined to hook me up with someone in order to get me off his back.

I was getting many stares as I walked through the house to the backyard where I thought Shirosaki would be. Some of the guys where even brave enough to try to grab my hand to talk to me, but every time I would pull my hand out of their reached. Was the whole town gay?!

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shirosaki running towards me and, a second later, the albino was glued to my back.

"Ichi-chan, you came!" He squealed obviously drunk, "You came outta your dungeon!" Shirosaki turned to a figure that he had been previously standing beside.

"Ichi-chan here!" He repeated excitedly to the stranger standing out of the light of the house.

"Shirosaki, don't call me that," I said in an annoyed tone because of the girly name.

"Whatever you say, Ichi-chan," Shirosaki responded in a sing-song voice wrapping his legs tightly around my waist and his arms tighter on my neck. "Let's get goin'!"

I rolled my eyes even though he wouldn't be able to see or even realise my sign of displeasure. I turned my back to the yard and began to walk back inside.

"I think I'll pass," I stated while trying to free myself of Shirosaki's death grip.

I was interrupted by a low whistle.

"You have outdone yourself this time, Shirosaki," a deep voice said from behind me, "Have you brought me another toy to play with?"

My eyes widened with shock as I heard the unforgettable and appealing voice of my latest fascination.

"Grimmjow," I said, the word barely a whisper on my lips.

"Oh, you already know Grimmy-kitty-kun?" Shirosaki asked as he slid off of my back and stood beside the teal-haired man.

Grimmjow smirked and wrapped his arms around Shirosaki's waist.

"Yeah, meet the kid the last time I was here." He answered and bent over so his chin rested on Shirosaki's white hair.

"We had some fun, didn't we, Ichigo?" Grimmjow said; slowing his speech as he pronounced my name sending a shock wave down through my core.

I didn't want to stand here while Grimmjow and my twin brother were so close. My chest felt as though it was about to burst. Gathering what little momentum I could find, I tore myself away from the pair and headed back into the crowded house.

This was not fair.

TBC

Let me know if I should continue this story because if not, I have three other stories that I should have been working on and not this one. Opps.
Oh, this was a short chapter, but this is the way I do my stories, short chapter one then they are from 2,800 to 4,500+

PlEaSe ReAd AnD rEvIeW~

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