A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfiction, so I hope I satisfy all who read this. Just happened to want to write about GrimmIchi one day so here; also, I find that writing 4,000 words takes up a lot of energy so… .

Disclaimer: Bleach or its characters do not belong to me. They rightfully belong to a Mr. Tite Kubo, who by the way is the best person (in my opinion).

The windows on the subway were opaque and seats were worn, the walls were vandalized with graffiti and the actual compartment itself smelled worse than a sewer. But that's the city for you. I looked in the foggy windows to view my reflection and saw my long, unkempt orange hair, my brown eyes, and a waiter's uniform that fit me perfectly. Sitting down in one of those worn seats, I felt tired from a long day and kept my head down as I waited for my stop to come.

My day was rather cumbersome. I'm a waiter at a nearby restaurant named Pelagius where we serve the basics of any American restaurant such as burgers or salads, soups or sandwiches. I deal with people all day for who I have to put a fake smile on for and keep them happy, even if they're having a bad time. But today was one of the worst days when a table of four were so picky, so irritating. Not just picky, but everything I did wasn't "on time" or "not nice enough". They ordered this, I got them it, and said it was too much of that. I went to the kitchen, who by the way yelled at me, got it fixed and returned the order to them, just for it to be too much of that. There was more but I do not want to think about those irritating people. Why are people so annoying?

The train came to a halt at a stop that didn't belong to me so I just waited. As a few passengers left the train, others boarded as well. I did keep my head down, until a passenger sat down next to me. I dared a glance at my new 5-minute neighbor. Barely looking at him, I analyzed he wore worn jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. I did a double-take when I noticed he had blue hair. He has…blue hair. City people are so weird.

I put my head back down, just for my 5-minute neighbor to speak to me. "Hey, ya' know where this street is?" He had a deep voice that caught my attention immediately. I looked at his hands, which one carried a map and his free hand pointed to a street that I was all-too familiar with. I looked at his eyes, only to find that they were an unnaturally piercing cerulean. Looking away in an irritated way, I responded, "Yeah. That's the place that I'm actually going to. I can take you there if you'd like."

The blue-haired man looked at me intently, as if he were analyzing me. He said, "Oh. Well that'd be great." His voice echoed in my head, resonating itself to the point where I couldn't forget his tone. Shaking my head, I replied, "By the way, my name's Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki."

"'Berry, huh? Name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." he said looking at the window now. 'Berry? Annoying people follow me everywhere, and not to mention, he even has a weird name. "I'm new to this city so I'm not sure where the hell it is I'm going. But ya' are goin' to help me, right?"

"Well I'm just escorting you until you reach your place and then I'm going home nearby. And it's not 'berry', it's Ichigo. I-chi-go."

"Nearby? Ya' live in the apartments there?" I noticed he completely ignored the last part.

"Yeah, why, do you live there too?"

Grimmjow smirked, much to my annoyance, and said, "Yes, actually. I live in 2D."

My last shred of calmness almost broke when he said he lived in the apartment right next to me. I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with him for who knows how long. Realizing he's waiting for an answer, I brought myself from my thoughts and said, "How weird. I live in 1D."

His smirk, if possible, got even bigger as he looked at me. "Well 'Berry, looks like we're goin' to be neighbors." I got a whiff of his breath which contained a gentle trace of mint and some of his cologne which, to my surprise, smelled rather appealing. I felt my face go slightly hot as I found myself smelling without visibly showing it. What the hell am I doing? With slight agitation, I replied, "Try not to make too much noise next door."

I heard what seemed to be a slight chuckle coming from him. "Of course, 'Berry. I wouldn't want to make ya' mad." The train came to our stop and we both stood up. It was then that I realized that he was a few inches taller than I, and that I could see that he worked out often because I could see his biceps and forearm muscles clearly defined. His blue hair was even more brilliant when he was at the angle that we were.

As we both walked out of the train and the subway, he asked, "Is that your natural hair color? It's so…orange."

"I wouldn't be talking, yours seems pretty unnatural yourself. And by the way, yes, it is my natural hair color."

"Same for me, 'Berry."

Before he could go on with whatever it is he was going to say next, I said irritated, "My name's Ichigo, not 'berry'!"

Grimmjow just laughed and gave a feral grin my way. "Whatever ya' say, 'Berry."

I stopped and took a deep breath with my eyes closed for a quick second. In as steady voice as I could muster, I said with hope, "I had a long day. So if you would, please, not annoy me."

"Aw, c'mon 'Berry. I just want to be friends with ya' is all," he said in a false apologetic tone.

"Whatever, let's just keep on walking." We didn't say a word after that until we walked up the stairs to the same floor as our apartment, just outside our doors. "Here, there's your apartment and this is mine."

"Thanks. And ya' know, if ya' want to, feel free to come over any time."

"I'll consider it." Yeah, right. I never want to deal with him again.

"Later, 'Berry."

I fought an irritated blush and walked into my apartment without saying a word to Grimmjow. I took my shoes off at the door and threw my keys on my granite counter as I threw myself on my leather couch that stood in the middle of my living room. Kicking my feet up and grabbing the remote for the TV, I turned the TV on and removed my jacket. I just need to relax is all. How could he afford one of these apartments anyways? He didn't look like he had the money for this place, but whatever. The city is weird after all. I'm here because of my adoptive father, Byakuya Kuchiki, a wealthy stock broker. Who knows how he got here. I turned to my side as I relaxed on my week off for college.

I don't even know what's on the TV as I get up and walk around my apartment. Walking to the kitchen, I find myself recalling the events that happened today:

Woke up, took a shower, got dressed for work, made breakfast and ate on the way there.

Signed in, waited people, dealt with annoying-as-hell customers.

Got yelled at by kitchen's chef and then by manager, only to get yelled at even more by my table.

Table left no tip, signed out, got on subway and met Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Talked to him, observed him and his figure, got even more annoyed, stared at him, smelled his nice cologne, his nice build… Saw his nice, deep eyes and looked at his cute, spikey hair some more…

Wait, what? I found my face to be hot as I snapped back to reality. Did I just think "cute"? What the—the doorbell rang just as I was grabbing some chips from my pantry. I walked towards my door, trying to cool down my flushed face and opened the bag of chips as the familiar sound of crunching plastic sounded throughout the apartment as the bag opened. I opened the door to find my face just slightly above Grimmjow's chest. I looked up as he looked down at me, "Evenin', 'Berry."

Five minutes. Can't even go five minutes without being bothered. I sighed and said, "Whatever. I don't have the energy to argue. What do you want?"

Smirking, he said, "Will ya' help me move some stuff into my apartment?"

His eyes bore into mine, trespassing my mind and implanting themselves into my thoughts. I sighed again, fighting a blush, "Yeah, sure." He gave me a genuine smile this time, one that is warm and seeps into my very being. Hearing his voice again, it reminds me of something velvet, something soothing. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my head and followed him down stairs to where his car is parked. Assuming it contains his luggage, I'm going to have to help carry his crap up those stairs—four flights. One of our elevators recently broke and the other two are down for maintenance and inspection.

Damning my life, I dolefully go up to his car, which is a Lamborghini Gallardo and ironically blue. I raised an eyebrow at the car, taking note that it's not a cheap car at the least. Okay, so he has money. I look at Grimmjow as he opens the trunk of his car and especially observe the way his muscles move—the way they flex and contract with each movement. I force myself to concentrate on the stuff I have to carry because he says, "Here, 'Berry." He handed me a gray carry-on bag, and I grabbed it, albeit I accidentally brushed his hand, to my annoyance again. His skin, from the brief moment that I could tell, was soft but firm, warm but cool. His bag had a word engraved in it: Pantera. Not sure what it means, but whatever. He handed me a gray suitcase that had Pantera on it as well, and I took it while he took the other two suitcases that were larger than the ones he gave me.

"You know, you can carry this and I can take the larger suitcases for you if you'd like," I offered.

"Nah. I wouldn't want to strain my 'Berry now, would I? I'll take these," he retaliated with a wink.

Stopping in my tracks, I felt a blush creep up my neck. "My 'Berry?" What…? "Uh… Thanks."

Grimmjow just smirked at me and we both walked up the stairs quietly. I could hear his footsteps and the carriage of his luggage, which were louder than mine. The somewhat-staccato tap-tap, tap-tap on the stairs reverbed throughout my head. Perhaps maybe I'm just honing in on his noise, because when I really listened to the area, his movement wasn't really that loud.

Deciding to turn my unexplained thoughts to anger, I began to seethe as I walked up the steps. Finally, when we were at his door, I relaxed. Not only was I tired from all the waiting today, but now I carried his bags. "Here, I carried your bags for you, so I technically helped you move your stuff."

Grimmjow pouted slightly and I had to focus on his face to see it. "Alright, 'Berry. Then I guess ya' can go for today."

I can't help but feel guilty about what I said, how I treated him. But why should I feel bad? It's not like I care or anything. I walked away and went back into my apartment to find my chips still on the night stand where I left them. My apartment is rather large—it has two floors and a balcony with two baths and 2 bedrooms. So I just lounge around in my apartment for about 3 hours doing whatever to find that it's 8:00 pm. I sigh and decide that I'm too tired to stay up any longer, and all those nights of only sleeping four hours have caught up to me. Going to my room, I take a nice warm shower and change into my pajamas afterwards. Throwing myself into bed—literally—I shut my eyes, cuddle a nearby pillow and attempt to sleep.

Of course, it would help that I wish that Grimmjow were here. My eyelids fly open as I rethought what I just thought. Looking at my white ceiling, I think, Do I honestly keep thinking those things? It's not like I want him, I'm not even gay. But...he's different. The way that he looks at me annoys me but it also makes me—even if just slightly—happier. I cradle my pillow and rest my right arm on my forehead. Last thing I remember is Grimmjow's face.

-Bleach!-

The familiar sound of my alarm ringing next to my bed wakes me as I wake up well-rested, yawning and stretching my arms as I sit up. Dropping my hands to the sides of my bed after I shut off my alarm, I look around my room. The regular paintings that my adoptive father gave me are still there and realize that I'm all alone. I had a dream that, oddly enough, involved Grimmjow. The only thing was was that he and I were best friends who always hung out, and there was nothing between us. That is, until the end of my dream, when he kissed me on the cheek at a nearby park when we were 14 and then I woke up.

Doing my routinely thing of taking a shower, getting dressed, cooking something quick and nasty (like oatmeal) and eating it on the way, I walk out with a metallic thermos containing my "breakfast". As I walk out my front door, however, I'm greeted by a shirtless Grimmjow who's picking up the newspaper in front of his door. I blush as I see his naked torso and his unruly blue hair. He looks up and finds me looking at him and then smirks. "Mornin', 'Berry." He scanned me up and down and I felt violated. "Nice outfit—goin' to work?"

Attempting to suppress my heated face and looking away, I reply, "Yeah. I'll uh… Be off now." I walked away frantically as I went to work. In the distance as I left, I hear Grimmjow's familiar chuckle.

Walking up in front of Pelagius, I walk in and do my day's work. After my break, at around six hours into my shift, I notice a certain blue-haired man in a gray suit, blue undershirt and blue-and-black striped tie walk into the restaurant. My restaurant. The hostess looks like she's about the faint as he walks in and I could see her trying to hit on him. Grimmjow doesn't look the least bit interested, and possibly slightly annoyed. The hostess finally seats Grimmjow, although I mentally curse her because she gave him one of my tables. I walk up to him.

Slightly annoyed, I say in a steady but embarrassed voice, "Hi, my name is Ichigo and I'll be your waiter for today. Welcome to Pelagius, and we're glad you chose us. May I interest you in today's special, the Pelagius Burger, or are you ready to order something else…sir?" I said "sir" a bit hesitantly.

Grimmjow just gave me a big grin. "So this is where ya' work, and so formal too. And sir? I like that. Maybe ya' should call me that more often—it suits ya'."

With my face only slightly hot, I manage to say, "Are you ready to order or not, sir?" I try to hide my face but it's nearly impossible since he's looking intently at me.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just want to talk to ya' and stall ya'," he said smirking.

"I have other tables to wait, so if you want to order something, please do so…sir." I keep on emphasizing "sir" in an icy way. Why him? Why him, of all people? I'd rather get my other table from yesterday again.

"Fine. I'll take a soda."

"What kind?"

"Pick for me, 'Berry."

"Orange soda it is."

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and said, "Orange? Alright…'Berry." I swear he's trying to make me develop an eyebrow tick. "Is that all, sir?"

Smirking again, he said, "And I'll take a Pelagius Burger, whatever the hell that is." I write the order down and walk away, not bothering to confirm the order. I go to the kitchen and place the order as I go wait my other tables. Oddly enough, my middle school friend, Rangiku Matsumoto, was seated at one of my tables today as well. I go to her.

"Hi, my name is Ichigo and I'll—"

"Save it, Ichi. I'll take some sake with a Caesar Salad."

I look surprised at Rangiku at her informality and odd combination but write her order down anyways. As I turn to leave, Rangiku calls me. "You know, I saw you talking with that guy over there."

"I kind of have to, he's a customer. It's my job," I said with a "no-shit" tone.

"You know that's not what I meant. I meant you were talking with him."

"I've no idea what you mean. He's just a customer and I'm just a waiter."

"Oh come on, Ichigo. I saw the way you looked at him in that suit and I don't blame you. He is hot."

I fight a blush, "I wasn't looking at him in any fashion!"

"That's why your face is as red as a tomato?" she inquired bluntly.

Obviously, my fighting didn't work. I couldn't form words because I didn't have any comeback. Rangiku crossed her arms across her obscenely large breasts in a triumphant way. "Exactly. Now as I was saying, I saw you looking at him. I think you like him," she teased with a circling finger pointing at me. I swear she's working with Grimmjow to make me develop a tick.

Calming my voice, I reply, "I don't like him. He's just a customer who happens to have odd-colored hair and a nice suit."

"Right…because that explains everything. Anyways, just something to think about is all. Please, resume to what you were doing so I can continue watching you flirt with him."

Not bothering to hide my hot face, I say timidly, "I'm not flirting with him. Now I'm going to place my order in for you so you can drink until you literally drop." Before she has a chance to say anything, I turn around and leave as quickly as I can so that way I can avoid having to think about that again. I do not like him. He gives off that aura of a jerk anyways, so it's not like I would want to be with him. Plus, he's probably straight, and I know for a damned fact that I am too.

I go to the kitchen to place in her order just as I go to get Grimmjow's drink. Why I chose orange soda, I'll never understand, but I still go to his table and deliver his drink as quickly as possible. However, my plan to avoid talking to him altogether failed because he struck up a conversation. "Ya' know, this orange soda tastes pretty good. Actually, better tastin' than any drink I've ever had before. It's the best, especially since it was served by you, 'Berry."

Just when my face cooled off, he made its temperature heat up again. I turn around, hoping he won't notice my face. "Thanks, but I'm sure anyone else who serves it would serve it the same, and that the taste isn't that good," I said nervously. Grimmjow smirked his signature smirk, which made my face even hotter, and said, "No, it's definitely because ya' served it to me."

Conversations like this went on throughout the whole time, and he stayed at my table until 3 minutes before my 8-hour shift ended. He got up just as I was walking by, stopped me and put his hand on my shoulder. He whispered huskily into my ear as he put something that felt like paper into my hand, "There's your tip, 'Berry. Hope ya' want it."

My face went extremely hot at the sudden contact, closeness, and the fact that he breathed in my ear. My body shivered afterwards and my eyelids felt a little heavy. He walked away, paid the cashier, and left the restaurant. Face still hot, I looked in the palm of my hand to see a folded napkin. Somewhat mad, I unfold the napkin to see that there's a message written in pen. It reads:

MEET ME IN MY APARTMENT IF YOU WANT YOUR TIP ;)

Blushing furiously, I crumple up the napkin and throw it away as I sign out.

-Bleach!-

I'm at my apartment complex, in front of apartment 2D. I keep on staring at the apartment number. My heart is beating fast, and to be honest, I don't even know why I'm about to do this. I'm still in my uniform and I haven't even gone home to relax. I swallow hard and hesitantly raise my fist to the door. Before I can change my mind, I knock on the door rather loudly. After waiting about 15 seconds, the door opens and there stands a still-taller-than-me Grimmjow that looks down on me. He smirks.

"Hey, 'Berry. Didn't think ya' would come."

"I'm just here to collect my tip."

"I see… Well why don't ya' step inside and I can give ya' your tip."

I hesitantly walk inside as he closes the door behind me. His apartment is quainter. Instead of my regular white, he has a light blue that's soft on the eyes. He too has two floors and his countertop is made of granite as well. He goes to sit on his contrastingly white sofa in front of his unlit fireplace. I ask, "Where's the tip…?" all too innocently.

He pats his lap. "Right here."

My face heats up—again—and I look incredulously at him. "…What?"

He smirks and pats his lap again. "C'mon 'Berry, ya' know exactly what."

"Uh… Grimmj—"

"Ichigo, do ya' want your tip or not?"

Hesitantly, I walk closer to Grimmjow and slowly go to sit on his lap, face completely flushed, I'm sure. But Grimmjow says, "No. Not like that." I look up questionably and he continues, "Face me. Fold and put your legs on both sides of me." Again, I look questionably at him but listen to him anyways. I bend my legs at the knees and put them on both sides of him and face him. Now I'm taller than him because I'm not down completely on his lap, nor do I choose to be.

But I feel the blood rush to my head as he puts both of his hands on my hips and looks up at me, smirking. Shyly, I look at him and say, "Grimm…?" Before I can even think about what to say next, my lips come into contact (smash) with a pair of soft lips. Stunned and face even hotter, I just stay there for what seems like an eternity. Eventually, I find myself kissing back instinctively. We keep on kissing until we have to stop for a breath. When I have air again, I speak with heavy eyelids. "Wha…? I, uh…" I observe Grimmjow's eyes are filled with lust as he grins at my comments.

"Relax, 'Berry. Sit down," Grimmjow commanded softly. Doing as I was told, I went even further down, only to feel a rather hard bump directly beneath me. I couldn't suppress my yelp out of surprise as I slightly jump up. He laughed and said, "Ya' surprised?" I only looked at him shyly as he nuzzled my neck. I tilted my head to give him more room and closed my eyes gently. I couldn't suppress a slight moan—it managed to escape my lips without my permission as Grimmjow smiled into my neck. "Here, Ichi. I'll make sure ya' enjoy your tip."

He took me off of his lap and I found myself on my back beneath Grimmjow, face hot. He took his shirt off and he smashed his lips against mine.

-Bleach!-

I woke up dazed in some foreign place. Taking in my surroundings, I realized I was in Grimmjow's room. I also took note at the fact that I was naked under the sheets of his bed. Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen and I shifted while sitting up, albeit it hurt my bottom to move. "Ow…" I moaned involuntarily.

As I drowsily turned my head to observe his room, I looked at the time and the clock on his dresser read 10:00 am. Ugh, what happened last night...? I felt my face gradually get warmer as I remembered just exactly what happened. Good thing today's my day off…

I looked into his mirror that was also on his dresser across his king-sized bed. My orange hair was in disarray and my face groggy, but for some reason, I felt a lot livelier. It couldn't be possible that Grimm did this to me. I'm always in a bad mood—that's just me. So it's not possible that he made me happy…but then why does it sound like I'm trying to reassure myself?

I heard a knock on his door and I nearly jumped in surprise. And in came a shirtless Grimmjow once more. "Mornin'," he said coolly.

"Morning, Grimm," I said sleepily.

He raised an eyebrow at me and asked, "Grimm?" He laughed. "Does that mean I get to call ya' 'Berry?"

Shooting half-hearted daggers with my weary eyes, I said, "Fine. I just… I'm just tired…"

"Ya' weren't tired last night," he retaliated with a smirk and a wink.

I looked at him somewhat irritated at his comment but kept my mouth shut either way. "I ordered some breakfast for ya' downstairs if ya' want it," Grimmjow said semi-caringly.

"I would love to go eat it, but it's somewhat hard to move."

"Hah, of course. I made sure to tip ya' properly," he said with a wink.

I blushed as I remember I told him to pull out but he refused. "Yeah. Sure," I said sarcastically.

"Here, I'll help ya'." And he did as he said and helped me, because he helped me get into my clothing (which was spread about throughout his room, strewn and thrown in wherever it was that it landed). He also helped me walk down the steps, even though I was adjusting to it by that time and I could've walked on my own. Maybe I just like him holding my hand, who knows?

The rest of the morning went like this: I ate my breakfast, which consisted of eggs, bread, bacon and blue punch; I took a shower, only for him to join me; and then we sat down on his couch where we watched a movie, me laying my head down on his lap. His hand was running through my hair as I raised a question. "By the way Grimm, how can you afford this place?"

"Easy: I'm a doctor and my foster dad, Sōsuke Aizen, monopolizes corporations in foreign countries. What about ya'?"

"My step dad's a stock broker."

"I see... Hey, Ichi?"

"Yeah?"

He stopped messing with my hair and looked at me. "You're single, right?" I looked at him in disbelief. Uh-oh.

"Yes, why?" I knew the answer to my question but I just wanted to make sure.

"I was wonderin' if ya' wanted to go out with me some time."

I've never dated a guy before… "Um...sure, alright," I said with a smile.

He smiled warmly back at me and said, "Oh, and Ichi?"

"Yeah?"

"Love ya'."

Okay, so there you have it. Please comment and review, and even though this is my first fic, I want you guys to be harsh, but no flaming please. Please criticize, because if you don't, I can't improve. Anyways, thanks for reading and I'm not sure if I should write another chapter to this story or not…totally up to you guys, and again, thanks for reading!