Disclaimer: I own Bleach and all its character. Did u belive me? No? Then dont make say that again, ok u win...

Bleach is not mine ._.

Well hello im new at bleach section well not so new but anyways this is my first grimmjow ichi story in english.

I hope u liked it and send me reviews so i know in what i can improve.

English is not my first langauge so srry if it contains mistakes D:

For now is rated T ,becasue it contains Grimmjow saying the word fuck many times.

The unstoppable love the unstoppable song...

I can't stop it anymore

I can't handle t anymore

Kill the voice Close your eyes

Drown in the darkness roam around….

I keep inside your keen voice all in darkness….

Dir en grey -Kodou

The day was sad and grey and rain was pouring down onto the city, similar to the tears rolling down Ichigo's face.

He didn't care anymore, he was furious, angry and stressed. All he wanted to do was run… run away from the pain that haunted his broken heart and while he drove in his classic red car at full speed, not even watching the highway in front of him.

He knew that this was probably the worst day of his life.

He didn't even know where he was going. He just drove aimlessly, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

He made a soft whine as he continued crying. He was weak, he hated it, he hated the fact that he was crying because of him.

He hated driving in this car which contained lots of memories of them together.

He couldn't stand it.

He could still hear Shiro's laugh while he was driving to the beach, and the way Ichigo would´ve looked at him with a happy smile on his face.

He would watch Shiro´s white hair move elegantly in the air, and Ichigo would smell the delicious fragrance of his lover; carried by the wind.

And then Ichigo would take Shiro's free hand and they would look at each other, kissing shortly. Shiro would smile right back at him and continue driving while putting some good music on, driving to their destination to enjoy the good day.

More soft whines escaped his lips and Ichigo was sobbing by now, pained moans escaping his lips.

He remembered those golden eyes, once filled with life and now all sad and dark.

Those deathly golden eyes looked into brown ones, and then Shiro had said those words that made Ichigo's heart die, crumbling into dust.

"I'm leaving you," he had said, turning his back. He didn't even look at Ichigo again, didn't kiss Ichigo goodbye, didn't hug him… He didn't even give Ichigo a reason why!

And Ichigo had tried to follow him.

Why….why are you leaving me?

Why are you killing me, from within?

But his body didn't budge, he had tried to shout out Shiro's name and desperately tried to call out to him, beg him not to leave. To stretch out his arms and hold Shiro, to kiss him with all of his might. Just to ask him, what he did wrong? He will just beg for forgiveness….

But only a sob escaped his lips and he ran away, running straight to his car.

And he continued to run and to run…

With every step he took his heart died and sunk into an ocean of darkness without a light to guide him through it, without Shiro being there to light the way….

The rain continued to pour and so did Ichigo's tears. His eyes stung, but the pain that killed him most was the pain in his chest.

He felt so hollow and empty inside. Like his heart has been ripped out, he felt like dying but unable to ….

And there was nobody by his side to bring him back to life, to comfort him, to hug and kiss him to take the pain away.

There was no Shiro who smiled at him anymore, who would hold him or whisper sweet words of nothing in his ear.

He remembered that comforting voice. The way Shiro would turn his porcelain face at him, look at him with those bright eyes and say; "Don't worry, Ichi. Tomorrow will be a better day, and everything will be okay."

Now that Ichigo remembered those words, all he could do was whisper, his words carried away by the wind.

"I try to believe you…but I don't think I can….I can't believe you anymore" he hissed.

Tomorrow will not be a better day…

He leaned his face on the steering wheel, sobbing loudly.

"Why?!" He yelled, hitting the car's door with his fist, leaving his knuckles red due to the harsh impact. Anger clearly showed on his handsome face.

"Why…Shiro…" he whispered with a shaky voice as he put both hands on his head in frustration; grabbing his red hair so tight he hurted himself.

But the read head didn't care; he continued to shout, he continued to cry and asking the damn day what the hell had gone wrong.

Minutes passed and the pain was still there, he didn't even know how much time had passed by since he left the city and while he was crying painfully on the steering wheel, then he realized he was not driving anymore.

The car had stopped since long time ago and he can hear now insults coming from his right side. Ichigo turned with confused eyes to the foggy window and saw that cars were waiting for him to move.

Holy shit, for how long was he lost in his own thoughts?!

For god sakes he could've crashed for being so distracted! Not to mention being so stupid…

"Nice Ichigo...Try to kill yourself next time,''A voice inside him said and he looked at the board with frustrated eyes, where it clearly showed he ran out of gasoline.

"Shit, perfect!!" He snapped. He got out of his car, feeling the rain pour on his face.

He could hear some insults but he didn't pay attention to them; some where he could only remember one particular guy shouting "loser" at him. Yes, he was a loser but he didn't need every fucking idiot who crossed his path to remind him of that fact.

He lost Shiro and that made him the worst loser in the world.

He looked around and came to the realize he didn't even know where he was. "Wonderful" he said, voice shaky from crying. He kicked the side of his red car angrily, splashing water that was collected under the tires.

His brown eyes focussed on his surroundings as he tried to find a space where he could push his immobile car and he couldn't help but feel relieved for the slightest bit when he finally caught sight of the emergency lane; Though that feeling quickly faded away as he tried to find out the way to push his car all the way up there, not quite noticing the raindrops that fell from the grey sky down upon him.

Rain was falling heavily and it only took a few minutes before the young man was completely soaked. The strawberry sighed and cursed; the rain had drenched him to the bone, making him tremble like a little girl.

What else could possibly go wrong now? He was heartbroken, lost without a way back, no Shiro, his car wouldn't fucking start…oh…. He almost forgot he felt like he was freezing to death right now.

He felt like smiling.

The cold weather and the noise around him took the strawberry back to reality; he was really getting pissed because of all of the yells and shouts he was receiving from the mad people around him.

Why didn't they just shut the fuck up!?

He just had a terrible day and he didn't want to be hearing this shit. His mood was bad enough.

He clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to yell profanities back at them.

"Hey…ya carrot hair," Ichigo heard from behind and as he turned he saw a tall guy getting near him with a motorcycle.

He looked at him with a murderous glint on his eyes. Why didn't this people leave him alone already?!

"What the fuck do you want?" He snapped, watching the guy's bike.

It was a black Harley Davidson with a leather seat and a skull in the front; he saw the number six on the skull forehead and a bright long silver handlebar giving the bike a cool look, also the striking ride had silver wheels with a skull in the center of it and with large rims that combine perfectly with the tires.

The guy dressed in black leather stepped off his ride, leaving it near the strawberry's red car.

"Do ya need help? "Ichigo heard a husky voice and the steps of the guy getting near to him and when he finally became more visible, Ichigo saw a tall and seemingly strong man wearing tight leather jeans and high military boots. He didn't have a shirt on at all; just a black leather jacket and Ichigo could not turn away from the strong chest that was right now in his line of sight.

Not because he was so interested in it, but it made him wonder if these guy was some kind of exhibitionist..?

Ichigo couldn't help but frown at the fact that it was raining and it was cold, yet this guy was around with his bare chest.

Was this guy trying to go for the nudist look or what?

Now that he was getting closer he came to the conclusion that this guy was probably a freak; he had blue hair and some piercings on his left ear…for God's sake! Underneath his matching blue eyes there was blue make up, and he couldn't believe his own thoughts as he thought for a split second that it actually looked masculine on him.

"What the fuck?" The strawberry said before clearing his throat, looking curiously at the "punk" in front of him and trying to will his tears away.

"Tsk…What's with the face boy?" The blue haired man asked again with that low, husky voice as he watched the strawberry's surprised expression. He always provoked that sort of reaction on people, and he loved it.

He smirked like the devil as he waited for an answer.

That smile, Ichigo froze at that smile. He could almost see Shiro's porcelain face in that smirk. He felt like laughing. Was this a sick kind of joke of destiny? Did he do something bad enough for life to punish him like this? Then payback was a bitch, he bitterly thought.

He moved his head away and fought the urge to not cry. He still had red eyes, but he was not so weak as to mourn in front of a complete stranger just because he got reminded of his beloved ex.

"Don't cry you idiot" Ichigo said to himself as the honking from impatient people in cars became louder now and Ichigo sighed as more people insulted him. This was so annoying.

The teal haired man looked at the cars with a bored expression "Fuck….I hate noise" he hissed and when the next guy come by insulting, the young man frowned at him and spat a big "fuck you" back, showing his middle finger.

The insulted man ran away from the blue eyed man's murderous gaze, stepping on the pedal of his car and looking at him with frightened eyes as he drove off.

"Tsk…Run like the pussy you are," The leather-clad man shouted, then laughed like crazy at the frightened reaction of the man.

Ichigo looked at him, his mouth formed in a perfect "o". This guy looked quite psychopathic when he got pissed. The brown eyed male wondered why the teal haired man was defending him. He didn't even know him…

But then again that somehow make him feel better? What the hell?

"So. …Do we move this shit or wha'?"

Ichigo didn't't answer back but nodded, his entire body trembling because of the cold.

Well, at least it was not raining anymore.

He got to the back of his car and started pushing it, the blue haired soon joining him and as they pushed the car with all their strength. Eventually, they managed to get it to the emergency lane and left the car there.

"Pff…" the man said, panting as he removed the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Ichigo was also panting and he leaned his wet back on the car, catching his breath again.

"Why did your ride stop working?"

"I ran out of gasoline."

The blue haired looked at him with a "You're stupid" face

"Why did you enter highway with no gasoline, ya asshole?"

"I don't know how much I have driven," he answered, looking at the grey sky ''I don't even know where I am," Ichigo nearly whispered.

The blue haired frowned at him and took a cigarette from his pocket out. He lit it with his blue lighter and began to smoke nonchalantly. As for Ichigo he began to get lost in his depressive thoughts again, forgetting about the guy next to him. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of tobacco. It reminded him of Shiro, Ichigo always complained to him about it and then Shiro will always answer the same….

"Shiro...You should stop smoking, it's not healthy..."

"Then I'm an unhealthy bastard."

But Ichigo loved the way Shiro looked while he smoked; with his thin pale fingers around the cigarette and giving deep puffs to it and then the smoke would escape their pale lips in an elegant way.

And then he will feel the need to run to those tasty lips and kiss them. Tasting the essence of his boyfriend mixed with the taste of tobacco.

But not right now, the smell of cigarette annoyed him, he hated the smell. It made his heart ache and it made him feel weak as hell. Why? Because he couldn't control his emotions, the mere smell of cigarette made him feel so depressed and he hated it. …

His anger grew and it was almost evident in his body, he was trying not to show his angry emotions to the smoking guy next to him but it was quite difficult, since when he was so weak, emotionally, not to mention stupid.

Clenching his teeth he turned with an angry and frustrated expression to the guy next to him. He formulated the words in his head so that they didn't sound so rude.

"Don't smoke, its unhealthy," He snapped while fighting the urge to grab the cigarette and throw it to the wet floor.

"Ha…" He chuckled and then inhaled a deeper puff to his cigarette "I'm an unhealthy bastard," he added with a smirk on his face.

Ichigo looked away.

Why?

Why did this guy have the same expression as Shiro? Why did he say the same words as Shiro did?

He hated, he hated this fucking guy, he wanted to grab him and kick him to death.

"Oi…are you just leaving ya ride there or what?" The man asked, not taking the cigarette from his mouth.

"Quit smoking" Ichigo said, with an annoyed expression on his face.

"What are ya, my mother? "He mockingly answered, then added "Is that how you always treat the people who are kind to ya, or what?" he snapped getting in front of Ichigo and looking him with angry eyes.

"I didn't ask for your help anyways." Ichigo scowled moving away, the proximity of the man bothering him.

"Ya little shit. I should just have left you there.'' the man snarled, grabbing Ichigo by the collar of his white shirt.

Ichigo looked at him with an expression that only pissed the other more off. He took the leather clad arm and shoved it away firmly. "Fuck off, you're a complete stranger to me and you have no right to call me names,'' he hissed.

The blue haired looked at him with a bored expression and mumbled "You're not in the position to give me orders, just take a look around, there's no one here to help you, besides me." The male looked down at Ichigo with victorious eyes. "But then again, how can you know if I want to help ya or hurt ya? Well anyways…I don't think that even crossed your mind since you look like a stupid asshole!" he finished, nearly shouting the last words that escaped his lips.

Ichigo remain still thinking what to do. Should he trust in this man? It was a complete stranger, What if this man was some kind of rapist?

But then again a voice inside him told him that this guy was not bad at all. Ichigo tried to shove the thought away thinking that he was only going to do what he was thinking to do because this guy remember him of his beloved ex boy friend.

Yes that was it.

He was going to ask help to this complete stranger because…

It reminded him of Shiro.

While Ichigo was with his conflictive thoughts the blue eyed man had turned his back on Ichigo and walked away, adjusting his jacket and taking out another cigarette. God is that the way he should be treated when he's nice for a change? !Okay, granted, the carrot top did have something about him, but the teal haired man could not help but get angry at the rude attitude of the strawberry.

Whatever, he could find another pretty face in other place.

He took his motorcycle and stepped on it, about to start the bike when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He smirked to himself and turned around to see said carrot top in front of him.

"Take me to a gas station" was all he said.

The blue haired frowned at him, "Give me a good reason for why should I help you?" he said and raised an eyebrow with a rude expression in his blue eyes.

"Because..." Ichigo put his hands on his very wet jeans and tried to stop the shivers that were running through his body due to the cold weather. He had gone nuts, asking help to a complete stranger, he shook his head and decided to blame his depressed feelings. He was doing this because of them.

Well at least that was what Ichigo wanted to believe so he could remain calm.

The leather clad man looked at his counterpart. Even thought he was a cold bastard, this guy made his guts feel weird. He felt like he needed to help him, the look in those brown eyes told him he needed his help even though the red head refused to accept it.

He didn't answer, he just stepped off his bike and took something from a suitcase, that was hanging in the back of his Harley Davidson, a hoodie.

He rudely threw it at Ichigo and the strawberry caught it, looking at it with curious eyes.

"Take it."

Ichigo looked it with disgust. It was green with strawberries all over it.

"It's for girls," He answered to the blue haired, frowning at him with a expression that clearly said "what the fuck are you thinking?" He then shivered again and clenched his teeth.

"Well you can freeze to death for all I care," The man snapped.

Ichigo scowled at him.

"Is it your girlfriend's?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The man looked at the deep sky; it seemed it would start raining again. "I have no interest in girls," he answered with a low voice.

Ichigo nervously ran his hands through his red hair.

As for the man, he smiled for himself; he could feel how nervous he made this little sexy boy just for giving that answer. He wondered if the guy was either homophobic or too afraid to show his own sexuality.

He hoped the latter was the right one.

He waited for Ichigo to put the hoodie on but it looked the boy was really too embarrassed to do so.

"You're trembling like hell, just put it on already…" he said while walking back to his ride and stepping on it.

Grumbling he put the hoodie on, he slipped both arms through the sleeves and took the strawberry closure that was hanging and zipped it, the red head stretched a bit and look at himself. He felt like blushing. This girly thing fitted perfectly on him. No fucking way.

He felt like a faggot with that thing clinging onto his body.

"What are ya waiting for? Get on already." He said taking a glimpse of the sexy boy.

Ichigo walked quickly to the motorcycle and stepped on.

"Hum…What can I do to keep myself from falling off?" He said while looking for handles in the back of the ride.

"Stop looking," the man said, realizing what the red haired man was looking for.

"Then where the fuck I'm supposed to hold on?"

"Well…" he turn his blue head to Ichigo and started the engine, " You should discover that yourself, strawberry boy …" he said, finishing with a wide grin.

Ichigo looked at him with an annoyed look on his face. Where did this guy get the guts to call him strawberry boy? Ichigo didn't know whether to clap to the man for his great "ability" to create nicknames or insult him for being such and asshole. He chose the second one.

"You are a bastard."

"Thanks berry," he said turning his head to look at the angry man and sending him a very sexy smile that Ichigo try to ignore.

Without warning he stepped on the pedal and Ichigo almost fell off the bike.

"Fuck off! Why didn't you warn me?" he growled, blushing at discovering from where he was holding on to.

"Well you find where to hold on to didn't you?" The man answered smirking, feeling the strong arms wrapped around his waist.

Ichigo made a whining noise, getting really embarrassed for the fact he was hugging a half naked guy (which was a complete stranger) while wearing a girl hoodie! He wondered how gay he looked….and how all people on the highway will look at them with "look at the gay guys over there!" face.

As the teal haired man heard the strawberry whining and sending profanities he couldn't help but smile.

This was going to be such a nice ride.

Hope ya enjoyed!!

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