Title: La pantera y la fresa (The Panther and the Strawberry)
Author: Black Storm Van Pendragon
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: T -may contain swearing and sexual innuendo
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no profit from this. This is written merely for the fun of it.
A/N: Inspired by some multiple-sentence Bleach fics, I decided to try it out for fun. I was aiming to try and come up with dozens of short random paragraphs of drabbles from randomly picked prompts. But.....*headdesk* this is as far as I could squelch out *feels pathetic*. But I decided not to mark this as "Complete" just in case.........though, I honestly doubt I could come up with more *brain fries*
01 -Shakespeare
Ichigo loved Shakespeare -and that's a fact Grimmjow learned the hard way when he tore the book the shinigami was reading in half to get his attention. The consequence? So sex for 2 weeks.
02 -Mask
"I-CHIIII-GOOOOOO--GACK!"
::CRASH:::
"Morning..."
"Ah, hey Ichi---AAAAHHH! What happened to your face? WHYYY?!?"
"Shut up, I just got into a fight again that's all," Ichigo scowled at Keigo, tossing his bag on his school desk with a huff and proceed to sit down and gaze out of the window -and tuned out Keigo's insistent whining. In all honesty his answer was half true. He did get into a sparring match with a certain cerulean haired devil, but the cause of the bruise on his cheek wasn't by a punch but by one of Grimmjow's brutal kiss. Damn mask. It hurt but..........the kiss was so worth it.
03 -Scent
Ichigo warily entered his bedroom for the first time in a long time since the war had been over the very instant when Aizen was perished. But the war comes with a price and Soul Society was in utter disorganization, and his and the former captains assistence were needed until the current injured captains were able, and a new Captain Commander is elected. He doesn't know how much time had passed, but the distraction that had seemed to worth it was now gone and the memory, the pain, surfaced.
He let himself fall on the bed, his body slowly curling into a ball on his side as he grabbed at a spare pillow and sniffed deeply until he picked up a familiar scent that he finally let himself go with a sob.
I miss you.
04 -Pocky
Ichigo loves pocky, but alas, thanks to Grimmjow's 'innocent' innuendo to it when he watches him licking and sucking it intently, he'll never look at pocky the same way again.
05 -Swap
They don't know what started it but they happened to swap clothes.
"Oh man, you look hot in my clothes....Kurosaki," Grimmjow purred and leered at the same time, drinking in the sight that is Kurosaki Ichigo -his entire torso bare for him to savor.
"Shut up! Where's the fuckin' zip??"
"It doesn't have a zip."
"WHAT?!?"
06 -Six
The first thing Ichigo felt when he got up was an intense back pain. But wait, that's not just the pain from that but.... Ichigo twisted himself around and his eyes bulged at what he saw. A highly familiar black gothic number six on the same area as Grimmjow's.
"GUURIIIMMMJOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"
Meanwhile in Las Noches, Grimmjow sneezed.
"Is there's something wrong Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow flinched and for a brief second he was conscious of all the Espada staring at him "Nothing Aizen-sama.....could be the tea".
Wrong choice of word.
07 -Hickey
Damn that possessive cat. Ichigo scowled when he examined his body via the bathroom mirror. Hickeys. Everywhere. Well, damn.
He stormed grouchily back to his bedroom and slide open his closet...and his worst fears came true. All his long-sleeved turtlenecks were used up, gone and probably being washed right now. Damn.
Grimmjow was lucky to have left while he was asleep. Hell hath no furry than a pissed off strawberry.
08 -Reincarnation
[A/N: This is about one of the few fic ideas in my head. If I were enthusiastic in writing like some admirable GrimmIchi authors, I'd churn this out into a multi-chaptered romance/hurt/comfort fic, but alas I'm unable to. Long story *sigh* Anyways, this drabble version NOT exactly how I sorta have in mind but...it's close somewhere along the lines.]
"I'm sorry Kurosaki-san but I'm handing this patient to you. You're the only one left. No-one else would accept him."
Dr. Kurosaki Ichigo groaned while accepting the patient's medical document folder from a fellow doctor he knew and worked with respect since he worked there as a full fledged doctor. He inwardly wanted to protest, knowing who the patient he was referring to, but bit it back down because he owe him so much for aiding him during his first time as a doctor.
"Alright," he sighed, running a hand through his hair more out of habit than anything else "What room he's in?"
"Room 12," the doctor replied "I'm sorry Ku---"
"No, it's fine," he smiled half halfheartedly, and the doctor returning in kind whilst giving him a pat on the shoulder and Good Luck.
Sighing for the umpteenth time on that day. Ichigo marched straight down to the emergency out patient treatment center of the hospital and just as he neared the door with the number 12 centered on it, a male nurse bolted out of the door and towards the opposite direction from where he stood startled momentarily until he notice a spot of blood on the floor. Ichigo inhaled and exhaled deeply whilst he pinched the bridge of his nose. That nurse probably had his nose broken. The patient, Wakahisa Hajime, was infamously known among the doctors and nurses in the entire Karakura Hospital as......simply put, a trouble maker. But that itself is an understatement. He've never met him in person before, but from what he have heard, he's been in and out of the hospital almost on a frequent basis. Apparently he often gets into fights, and that kid has a serious attitude problem. Why wouldn't anyone sign him up for anger management or something? Huffing out a wary sigh, he composed himself before pushing the door open and stepping in. The patient sat at the edge of the examination bed, his back facing him -seeming not to notice his presence as he attempted to tear off the band aid and IV from his hand until Ichigo stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Mr. Wakahisa, you've lost enough blood as it is."
The patient visibly jolted and glanced over his shoulder at him, and before he spoke, Ichigo's eyes widened as he's met with a familiar predatory glare coupled with intense aqua blue eyes gazing at him through stray fringes of black hair.
"Eh? So yer my new doctor?" his lips curled in a sneer "Well, whatever, I don't give a shit. I'm outta here anyway."
The folder in his hand fell to the floor. That voice.
09 -Ribbon
[A/N: Inspired by Kamikaze43v3r's smutty "Pink Ribbon" one-shot]
Ichigo peeked over his text book from the bed, wondering why the Sexta Espada stopped ranting about his day in Las Noches -not that he was actually listening- and noticed him staring at something on the floor. He was about to open his mouth and say something until he found the source of Grimmjow's intrigue. A long pink ribbon. Yuzu must have accidentally dropped it while she was delivering fresh laundry a moment ago. His recollections was interrupted when the arrancar picked it up.
"Oh? What is this?"
Ichigo jolted at both the familiar undertone and the mischievous glint in Grimmjow's eyes....and the implications that comes in the simple sum of: Grimmjow + Ichigo + ribbon = ?
Damn Yuzu.......and a pink ribbon of all things.
10 -Fallen
[A/N: It's also one of my mutli-chapter fic ideas playing in my head -which won't ever likely be written out either *le sigh*]
"Hey, nice black wings. Did you make it?"
The winged figure standing idle among throng of people in festive Halloween costumes witnessing a parade, turned around with a startled expression. Cooling his features he regarded the youth warily "You can see me?"
The partially mummified redhead's eyes widened. His eyes momentarily darted to the light blue haired man and then the black wings behind him "I can see ghost...but I never see one with wings," he responded hesitantly "Are you......an angel?"
The winged man tilted his head slightly to one side and smirked deviously "Fallen Angel, to be precise."
The boy let out a soft gasp and subconsciously took a step back, causing the fallen angel to grin wider and made an attempt to step forward until a tall figure behind the boy caught his attention.
"You're suppose to be scouting the perimeter not play with the humans, Grimmjow," the man spoke in a bored tone, pausing as he yawned "Mission is accomplished. Head back," and he flew off without waiting for a response.
Grimmjow watched the higher ranked fallen angel disappear with a scowl before turning to face the stunned redhead. "What's your name boy?" he asked in a slight commanding tone.
The youth snapped out of his gaze from the sky. "Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Kurosaki, eh?" he smirked, and folded his wings around himself, only stopping short to expose part of his head for a moment as he spoke "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, remember that brat." and disappeared in a breeze of feathers [A/N: Sephiroth FFAC].
11 -Soft
As much as he hates to admit, but he loved the relaxing feeling that came from running his fingers through the light blue hair of his lover. It felt incredibly soft, even more so when he's in his resurreccion. Hearing him unconsciously and instinctively purr contently from his ministration was a bonus.
12 -Ears
No matter how many times he have seen it and no matter how many times he's accustomed to his lovers resurreccion form, he still can't stop staring at those ears. I wonder what it feels like...
13 -Hair [The Mullet]
Grimmjow stared incredulously at the sight before him. It was the first time he've seen his lover in his hollowfied form and........
"What was that, Kurosaki?" he leered "I didn't know you admire me that much"
"W-What the--Oh--IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!" Ichigo retorted, but his word left no effect due to his flustered expression. His albino skin tainted pink from head to chest. Damn the Espada for making him react this way -it was true that his mullet has nothing to do with Grimmjow, but, ARG damn him!!!
"Suuuuure it isn't," Grimmjow sneered teasingly, his grin spread wider if that was ever possible, showing rows of sharp fangs in his resurreccion. He certainly wasn't buying it.
Ichigo flushed even further to the point that his skin turned a shade redder, as red as his namesake. All he wanted to do right now was wipe that grin off his face with a punch.
14 -Milk
Ichigo yawned as he trudged down the stairs and made a straight bee line to the refrigerator. Opening it, his right hand automatically grabing a carton of milk and lifted it off the shelf.
He paused as soon as its weight registered to his brain. His family had just did the grocery shopping last evening. His eyes immediately went to the unclosed cap.
GRIMMJOW!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRINK STRAIGHT FROM THE CARTON!!!!
Oh wait, it's Saturday.
"Ichi-nii? Why are you yelling? Did something happened?" Yuzu appeared in her pajamas looking worried, while Karin looked calm as she came down right behind her, rubbing one of her tired eyes and spoke after her "And who's Grimmjow?"
Well. Shit.
Then it occurred to him that Grimmjow wasn't in bed with him when he got up. Crud.
15 -Purr
People get insomnia for a reason. Mostly to finish a work or other natural factors such as noise pollution and such. But for Ichigo, Grimmjow was the source of his insomnia. He loved to hear Grimmjow purr unconsciously in his sleep. Now, if only he have a recorder...