Here's a weird prompt I found and a weird thing because cute and weird~ :3
Again I say: I own nothing, if I did I wouldn't be stressed about finals... -.-
"How the hell are you this irritating even when dead?" Ichigo's whispered hiss was met with silence, the large lump poorly wrapped in a black, garbage bag creating dents in the forest floor. "Why couldn't you be lighter? Fatass bastard."
The orange haired man sighed as he leaned back against a tree, arms throbbing as they released the bulging bag and allowed it to crunch in the fallen leaves. He had been dragging his 'cargo' for about an hour, maybe halfway to his bonfire site where he would promptly toss the nuisance into the burning embers and dance happily around the roaring inferno. Yeah, easier said than done.
He had forgotten how heavy the large man was- hell, it had been a struggle just to shove his corpse into the bag! But if anyone could choose just one word to describe the oranget, it was determined- that and short-tempered, but with the people he had to deal with, who could blame him.
Ichigo tilted his head towards the sky while pushing his bangs back, eyes taking note of the moon's change in position since the last time he'd checked. He had to get a move on.
Ichigo sighed for the umpteenth time that night as he grabbed the bag and hefted it into the air, carefully rolling it onto his back so he didn't get prodded by any fingers or toes that had poked through the plastic. The orange haired murderer resumed his trek through the underbrush, eyes bored as the rustle of the forest continued around him. It took him a moment to realize that the rhythmic crunch of leaves somewhere to his right was definitely not a usual forest sound, especially considering the animals that lived in the area hid as soon as they heard his clunky footsteps.
Ichigo promptly froze just as the sound halted, the oranget's breathing a whisper on the wind as he listened for any more movement, head tilted in the general direction of where he'd heard the sounds originate. He waited a good five minutes before moving again, brushing off the sound as a trick of the mind- he was pretty paranoid after all.
So imagine his surprise as the sound resumed again, the man not having any time to react as he came face to face with a figure clothed in black, tanned skin shining in the light of the moon, equally dark garbage bag thrown casually over his shoulder.
Well then…
The two stared at each other with varied expressions, Ichigo's more confused and nervous, the mystery man's surprised and nonchalant (he wasn't sure how, but the man was the personification of both). Yeah, definitely normal.
"Um, hi?" Ichigo blinked at the deep voice that seemed to slice through the air, finally aware of the silence of the surrounding forest. Even their surroundings felt the strange tension between the meeting. "So… nice night."
"Mhmm."
"Whatcha got there?"
"I could ask you the same."
The two drifted back into silence, neither moving as they sized the other up. Oh, Ichigo knew the mystery man probably had a corpse hidden in that bag, same as himself, but it almost seemed rude to ask the black-clothed man strolling through the forest with a bulging garbage bag thrown over his shoulder if there was a dead body wrapped in the dark plastic. It was common courtesy to not pry into another's personal affairs after all.
"Who'd ya kill?" And obviously this man knew none of that. Ichigo huffed as he started shifting the bag on his shoulder- the guy was freaking heavy!
"You tell me first." The man actually smirked at that, Ichigo barely resisting the urge to take a step back as he set his bag on the ground, leaning against a tree as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Guy named Aizen. Real bastard if ya ever knew one. Did some stuff to some people I know and I can't let that go unpunished."
Ichigo felt a shiver travel down his spine at the words, a sort of thrill going through his body as he imagined the mystery man dripping in the blood of his victim, mouth set in the same smirk that currently had residence on his face, his blue eyes like raging rapids instead of a calm pool. So, Ichigo might've had a bit of a sadistic streak, he blamed… cable? Fuck it, it's not even important.
"A creep named Mayuri. Guy was experimenting on people without their knowledge." The man across from him nodded, apparently accepting the reason for his deeds.
The two sat in their surprisingly comfortable silence for what seemed like eons, to Ichigo at least. It seemed his companion could feel his unease, smirk widening as he eyed the orange haired man with a knowing gleam in his bright eyes.
"So, I don't suppose I could trouble ya for a name, Mr. Murder?" The man's smirk was knowing, tone a deep, seductive lilt that left Ichigo itching to turn and drop his p- RUN! Turn and run! That's obviously what he wanted to do. Yeah…
"I don't make it a habit to give my name to strangers." Ichigo praised himself for keeping his tone even, almost smirking as the man before him pouted.
"Aww, well how bout we get to know each other on the way to yer little bonfire? Don't play dumb I found the site, was plannin' on usin' it too ta save myself some time." Ichigo felt his cheeks flush with anger at the audacity of the man, huffing before reaching down and hauling the garbage bag back over his shoulder, grunting as the weight settled uncomfortably on his back.
"Stupid, fucking corpse." Ichigo heard the man beside him chuckle, ignoring him as he trudged through the forest with renewed vigor.
"So whatcha do for a livin', freckles?" Ichigo tripped over a root at the name, turning to glare venomously at his companion, the man only smirking saucily.
"One, fuck you. Two, don't call me freckles. Three, none of your damn business." Ichigo flushed with anger as the man chuckled again, pushing past him so he could burn the dead weight (no pun intended) on his back and go home and sleep.
"Come on, they're cute! I can only see 'em when ya blush though…." Ichigo felt a headache coming on as the two descended into silence, scowl deepening as he trudged uphill, mentally cursing the complicated path to the bonfire site. "So ya got a boyfriend, freckles?"
Ichigo was thankful that they finally reached the top of the hill, it meant he was able to drop the bag, whip around, and kick the man where the sun don't shine without his cargo rolling away. The oranget smirked viciously as he watched the man buckle and fall to his knees, face contorted in anger and pain.
"That answer enough, blue?" Ichigo's smirk only widened as the man glared at him, the oranget grabbing his bag and turning to continue his trek. It took a minute, but he finally heard the uneven footsteps of the other man. He might have put a little too much force behind that one, but whatever.
"That was uncalled for, ya know? Just say you don't wanna talk, shit." Ichigo's eyes widened a fraction as he glanced at the man from the corner of his eye, catching him wincing with every step. The oranget sighed as he slowed his footsteps, allowing the man to catch up before keeping the pace.
"Fine, that was kinda a dick move." Ichigo ignored the man's indignant snort at his choice of words, catching the slight smirk that showed his amusement. "How bout this, I don't make your balls become a permanent part of your intestines and you don't ask stupid questions. Sound fair?"
Ichigo watched as the man nodded, a little too quickly if you asked him, but he had already felt the force of one of his kicks. Good, he's a smart man.
"So, uh, name?" Ichigo thought the question through, worrying his bottom lip as he came to a quick decision.
"Ichigo, you?" Ichigo's tone was hesitant, guarded, the oranget mentally cursing himself for giving away his name.
"Grimmjow, nice ta meetcha, Ichigo." Ichigo glanced to his right to see the man smirking at him, blue eyes alight with mirth. "Is asking ya what ya do for a livin' pushing it?"
Ichigo thought the question through before shaking his head. As long as he didn't give the brute the name of his place of work he should be fine. "I'm an instructor. Karate." Ichigo smiled slightly as Grimmjow's smirk increased, his eyes shining with interest.
"Hmm, we should fight sometime. I don't do enough a'that where I work." Ichigo felt the gnaw of curiosity at that, wondering where this secret murderer could ever be employed. Apparently he didn't hide his emotions well enough, Grimmjow laughing as they entered the bonfire sight. "I'm a graphic designer, working with games and shit. Pretty cool, but I barely get any free time when deadlines hit."
Ichigo smiled at that, remembering how close he was to working in that kind of environment. It was only luck that his childhood friend, Tatsuki, offered him that position at her inherited dojo, and he has never regretted his decision. But that didn't mean he was completely against his second career option.
"So, how's this gonna work?" Ichigo blinked before returning his attention to the clearing, stealing his resolve as he set the bag on the ground and trudged towards the carefully set pile of branches. The oranget walked around the mass a few times before nodding to himself, rummaging through his pocket for a pack of matches.
He didn't waste any time striking a match and throwing it onto the pile of dry wood, watching as the small flame became a roaring fire within seconds, pocketing the unused matches with a smile. The oranget tilted his head back to stare at the canopy above the steadily growing inferno, eyes glowing like melted chocolate as he saw the smoke thin as it dissipated into the air.
The main reason he chose this site, so far away from prying eyes yet close enough to seem like a regular camping trip, was because the trees acted as a cover for the large amounts of smoke wafting into the air, thinning the huge plume into a thin, steady stream that wouldn't bring immediate attention and allow him to make a hasty escape. The man smiled at his own forethought.
"So, ya gonna stand there all day or are ya gonna burn the bastard?" Ichigo blinked as he returned to reality, turning to scowl at his companion as he trudged back to his corpse. The oranget carefully untied the strings holding the bag closed before pulling it open, thankful he pulled the neck of his shirt up to cover the putrid smell that emanated from inside.
He didn't show mercy by any means of the word. No, that bastard was hacked into little, crazy, scientist pieces only after Ichigo introduced him to his own twisted concoctions- drugs that made him scream about burning skin and bugs in his eyes, teeth falling out and hair choking him like a noose. Ichigo was only so willing to put the man out of his misery, some thirty minutes after giving him that third dose.
"Damn yer brutal." Ichigo glanced over his shoulder to see Grimmjow staring at him with wide eyes, a feral smirk playing on his lips as he began undoing his own bag. Ichigo only shrugged as he dragged the bag towards the bonfire, careful to not rip the plastic in any way. "Whatcha do to him? Ya don't seem one fer theatrics but also don't seem one ta kill somebody."
Ichigo didn't turn away from his work, donning a pair of gloves from the pocket of his hoodie, and carefully throwing the man into the fire. Piece by bloody piece. "I told you he was experimenting on people, so I just gave him a taste of his own medicine, I was only so happy to help him get rid of the bugs biting at his feet, the flames burning his legs, the voices shouting in his ears."
Ichigo worked methodically, expression blank as he tossed a horribly disfigured hand into the fire. He heard the crunch of leaves to his left that signaled Grimmjow's sitting, never taking his eyes off the limbs that he was tossing into the fire.
"Soooo, wanna grab somethin' ta eat after this? I know this place that has the best burgers ever!" Ichigo froze before turning a disbelieving eye on the grinning man, eyes tracing over the sharp shadows thrown by the flickering flames.
Ichigo shook his head with a snort as he returned to his work. "You're a piece a work, you know that?" Ichigo heard Grimmjow laugh beside him and couldn't help but smile at the man's actions, unconsciously speeding up his chunking of body parts.
"So I've been told! And I'm definitely takin' that as a yes, so we're goin'!" Ichigo chuckled at Grimmjow's excitement, but couldn't stop his gut from twisting strangely at the impending outing.
The two worked silently after that, stepping back after everything was taken care of and watching as the fire burned itself out. Ichigo heaved a relieved sigh as he threw his gloves into the fire, watching as they melted under its' intense heat. Feeling that he could finally relax after that entire ordeal, the oranget removed the beanie that covered his hair, wiping the sweat that clung to his forehead away with the back of his hand.
"Dude is that shit real?" Ichigo sighed again for an entirely different reason as he nodded, waiting for the impending mocking at his natural hair color, unprepared for the fingers that were suddenly running through his scalp. "Shit's awesome! I'm gonna call ya berry from now on, kay?"
Ichigo was still frozen, the fingers running through his hair causing weird tingles to race through his body. He was broken out of his thoughts by Grimmjow's hands suddenly working the button of his pants, the taller man pulling back his waist band with his pointer finger.
"Oh, shit. It's serious- FUCK!" Grimmjow crumpled to the ground with his hands protecting his injured crotch, Ichigo quickly retracting his leg and stepping away.
"What the hell, bastard!"
Is this his punishment for murder? As Grimmjow glared at him through glowing eyes from the forest floor, he was all to sure of that fact.
Okay… i wanna keep this going, but maybe I'll add a chapter later with some more romance less funny crazy business~ -3- hope you likey~~