Encounter
"FUCK!"
Grimmjow groaned in pain as he clutched his injured forehead. He rolled out from under the nearly matted, gray color of the 1967 Shelby GT500 Eleanor with his timeworn creeper and sat up slowly. He probed the redenned area of his forehead with the touch of his fingertips, wincing as he did so.
"Great, I'm gonna look like a damn unicorn and Nnoi is gonna laugh his lanky ass off."
He grumbled and glared at the object that was the cause of his current misery. Directing the blame towards the object of his passionate hatred, he threw his alarm at the rusty garage door with plenty amount of force, causing the device to obliterate into tiny microscopic pieces.
Grimmjow had a not only lazy, but dangerous habit of snoozing off when working under a car with the influence of extreme exhaustion. He mentally made a note to get a bag of ice later to lessen the swelling.
The irritated mechanic carelessly chucked the silver iron grip plier he was holding on to on the cement floor, the action making a cringe worthy clattering noise as it slid towards his other tools.
He grabbed an orange hand towel from his back pocket and wiped his hands as well as his face that still showed remnants of sleep.
Grimmjow yawned, his white canines out for the world to see and stretched, just like how a feline would. He cracked his neck and made his way to the tiny bathroom that was connected to his work space.
He flipped the switch, the lights blinking before it settled into a neutral glow, light enough to at least see himself. As he turned the tap water on, waiting for it to warm up, he took in his reflection in the mirror that showed his full profile.
There stood a tan, strong, and well built man that made the gods reel with envy and the largest icons of society drown in desire at the very thought of possessing this wickedly enchanting creature. Standing at 6 foot and 1 inch, he was packed with the perfect amount of muscles, with bright indigo blue eyes and cotton candy teal hair.
He was wearing the stone washed, dimmed blue, traditional mechanic coveralls with wheat colored timberlands that were lightly lined with grease and soot.
Grimmjow smirked wide with confidence. He knew he looked damn good no matter what day or where he was; it didn't hurt to remind himself though.
He washed his face with basic soap, brushed his teeth, and hopped in the shower.
After he got done with washing up, he did his normal routine which consisted of geling his hair back with the exception of a few stubborn strands still hanging and put on another clean pair of standard coveralls.
"Time to get back to work."
Grimmjow sighed as he grabbed his wrenches and screwdrivers made for precision. It wasn't like he hated his job, it was the opposite. He took great joy in restoring old and even newer cars. Grimmjow was even recognized as one of the best mechanics in his city. It was just really tiring, however, he could never say he regretted taking this career choice whenever he finished up a project and looked at newly renovated vehicle.
Sure, he could've went with racing or maybe even fighting, but Grimmjow found that he liked to work with his hands the most and study the anatomy of an automobile.
Laying back down in his creeper, he got back to work.
Brrrrr Brrrrr
Grimmjow stopped sketching on the car structure model paper and tucked his trusty pen behind his ear, brushing back a few blue locks.
"What's happenin', bitch?" He said gruffly taking a swig of water, relaxing his parched throat. He had been working for hours and forgot to take his much needed break.
"Nothin' much, lil dick. You done with the shit yer workin' on yet or what?" Nnoitra said. If Grimmjow didn't think that the word 'best friend' was utterly disgusting and nauseous to think about, Nnoitra would probably be the closest.
"Yeah, just need to do routine check underneath the hood and it's ready to fuck some shit up."
"Ahahaha, aight. Take it to the gas station where the owner will pick it up, yeah?"
Grimmjow raised one blue eyebrow, Nnoitra never wanted to cut things abrupt and short like that, he would always jibe and probably throw a dick joke in there or two, unless…
A knowing grin overcame his face; one could think that he was the Grinch.
"Sup, Shinji."
The mechanic heard a crash and the blonde haired man's unmistakable giggles.
"F- fuck you! I'm hangin' up." Nnoitra sounded incredibly flustered and Grimmjow was incredibly entertained.
He laughed.
"Don't forget to use a condom."
"Shut yer fuckin' mouth, Jaegerjaquez! Oh, speakin' of which, ya know Abarai?"
Grimmjow groaned.
"What about little red riding hood?"
He snickers and I can already picture his smirk reaching from ear to ear.
"He's the client."
Grimmjow groaned even louder.
"Why do pricks always have such beast ass cars?" Grimmjow grumbled, mood already ruined thinking about the red headed pineapple.
Renji Abarai was someone that he immensely hated with a burning passion and really, that says something because he probably hates fifty percent of the world's population already. Renji was an arrogant, stuck up, rich kid who never failed to make Grimmjow's blood boil. Renji always looked at him as if he was beneath him and even the very dirt that he walked on.
"I know, right? It's a damn shame. It sucks even more cause he's got this fine ass, sexy, orange haired boy toy that I would just love to-
Whack!
"Ow! FUCK! That hurts! B- baby, ya know I didn't mean it, right? All I want is you-
The line cut off Nnoi's anxious rambling and Grimmjow has never felt more relieved and confused. It was incredibly weird. Weird for the most part because of the mentioned hair color. Why the fuck would you want a flashlight on your head? He thought.
He was a bit relieved because seeing his friend like that, was so out of character. Before Nnoitra met Shinji, he was the biggest fucking playboy he knew out of the whole gang. He went through guys like he went through a damn toilet paper roll. But now, it's like no matter how many guys look exactly like his type, Shinji will always be the one that he has his eyes on.
Don't get him wrong, Grimmjow does indeed believe in love.
He just doesn't believe that it will happen to him.
Sighing, he stood up and grabbed the keys of the wonderful classic vehicle he was just working on.
"Might as well just get it over with."
Grimmjow handled the gear shift, maneuvered his- Abarai's car, and stepped on the breaks with effortless ease.
He was in an old gas station waiting for the tomato head to show up. The gas station was rarely used and was in between the two cities of Karakura and Hueco Mundo.
It was old, vintage, and consisted of the colors, mint green, pastel yellow, and a faded red. "Hollows" was in big blocky red letters that looked as if they were about to fall off of the roof of the station.
Grimmjow sighed, leaning against the car and checking his wristwatch.
"Is this guy too fuckin' stupid to come in on time or somethin'? Fuckin' shit." He mumbled to himself.
Grimmjow was pretty irritated. He was in a gas station that felt like it was right in the middle of the Sahara desert and his narrowed glacial eyes were constantly drooping and twitching, fatigue coming in from the hours he had worked earlier. Not to mention he was the only fucking one there.
Grimmjow was definitely gonna charge charge him with more money for wasting his time. Then, he's going to buy himself a large pepperoni pizza and cold beer, while watching Breaking Bad. He sighed at the thought, mentally thinking of ways to strangle the shit out of Abarai and absentmindedly wondering if Amazon had any torture devices that would cause the highest amount of pain.
After waiting about what seemed like fucking forever, Grimmjow was felt like he was fucking done with everything.
Fuck this guy. Fuck him and fuck his car. Wait, actually no, just him. His car is pretty fuckin' magnificent. But ya know what? I don't give a shit anymore, I'm taking this car for my damn self and I'm decking it out with boss ass speakers, panthers, a load shit of blue, some wee-
Grooowwl.
Goddamn it.
Unable to tolerate his demanding stomach, started to make his way towards the tiny convenience store of the gas station. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and kicked a pebble, making him look like a sulking toddler.
He was about to open the smudged glass door of the store when a flash of movement caught the corner of his eye.
Motherfucker.
Okay, maybe that wasn't his first thought.
His first thought, was damn, that ass lookin' fine as fuckk.
A figure dressed in midnight black skinny jeans that had gaping rips at the knees, worn out red chucks, and a plain black sweater that had its hood up the owner's head was crouching near his- Abarai's- Fuck it. It was his car until that Elmo looking piece of shit claimed it and gave him at least a couple of thousand dollars for his patience.
Anyway, the hooded figure with the very nice gluteus maximus was crouched near the driver's side of the car holding something in his hand. It looked like a lockpick of some sort and it was pretty obvious of what they were trying to do.
Fuck, I should probably stop them, huh? Fuck! That ass though…
Would they let me hit that if I let them go?
What the fuck are you thinking? Where's your pride, huh? Yer gonna let some hot ass take yo baby like that? Hell nah!
Making up his mind, Grimmjow began to sprint towards to where his car was parked, ready to tackle and subdue the sexy- ugly ass son of a bitch trying to take what was rightfully his.
As he came closer, he thought he noticed something orange sticking out from under the guy's hoodie but he thought nothing of it, thinking his eyes were just playing dirty tricks on him.
His timberland clad feet hit the cracked pavement roughly and as he came even closer, the figure abruptly stood up, probably noticing another presence.
Before they had a chance to react though, Grimmjow tackled them as if he was an offensive lineman the second that they turned around.
The impact of the crash was so hard that it felt as if his brain shook a little and scrambled it around.
Once he could start thinking again and became aware of what just happened, he opened his eyes.
Clear, blue skies widened in shock at the unexpected sight that he was literally on top of.