AN: Damn, summer's almost over for us... That aside, in all my gloom, I decided to give you guys some Yaoi. Surprisingly I can muster enough strength to do so. I decided to make a one-shot with Grimmy and Ichi first. Remember the poll on my profile? Well, quite a lot of you wanted GrimmIchi so I did so.
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC, AU, violence, and swearing.
Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki, known as the kick-ass berry who rips off your balls if you call him gay. A former group that had been under the wrath of the berry, wants revenge. So, they send gorgeous Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Ichigo's secret little crush, to ask Ichigo out, make him fall in deeply love with Grimmjow, and break his heart. But inevitably, Grimmjow ends up falling for the berry himself. They team up together and foil the enemies plans. Isn't revenge sweet?
Disclaimers: Tite owns Bleach. I have to say that because it's the rules. *frowns*
Sweet Revenge
Regular P.O.V
A swift kick to the jaw.
Feeling the bone fracture under the sole of your foot.
A scream of painful agony.
The resounding thud on the cement pavement.
A knee to the groin.
Moaning in deep pain.
A upper-cut to the chin.
The feeling of teeth breaking under your knuckles.
This is what Ichigo Kurosaki experiences everyday of his 17-year old life. For being openly gay, he continuously is forced to fight with assholes that can't even spell their own names right on a piece of paper, assholes that think him being gay is any of their damn fucking business. So, after having to put up with the constant teasing, bullying, name-calling, he had had enough. Training day after day in his uncle Kenpachi's dojo, he has become a master of judo, a black-belt in karate, captain of the kendo team, and has won several championships in gymnastics. He was ready for whatever the assholes in his life were going to throw at him.
At Karakura High...
Standing up straight up, he brushed off the dust from his white button-up t-shirt that was his uniform. Shining chocolate brown eyes with several flecks of glittering gold flicked over all of the carnage in front of him. Let's see, one, two, three, four, five, six, and... seven. Che, thought there was going to be more today. Oh well. Ichigo shrugged, cracking his knuckles as he turned around and walked towards the tall iron gates of his school. Meeting up with his friends who were waiting for him on the other side. His friends consisted of the voluptuous yet ditzy and friendly Orihime Inoue, smart-ass with a stick-up-his-ass Uryu Ishida, his tall and brooding best friend Chad Sado, short but temperamental and Chappy obsessed Rukia Kuchiki, and the red pineapple head Renji Abarai.
"Oi, Ichigo, ya finished with them already? Thought ya didn't want to fight today?" Renji joked, his goofy grin always plastered on that face of his. Ichigo frowned at his friend, not in the mood. Walking briskly away from the group, knowing they would follow automatically.
"I didn't Renji. But apparently, they wanted oh so desperately wanted their asses handed to them today. Man, they never have much patience don't they?" hearing Renji and Rukia snicker behind him, he allowed himself a little smirk on his handsome face.
They never do learn anyways. The assholes. He'll take on all of them. It doesn't matter, he could take them all on and kick all their asses.
"Baka! Don't touch my brand new Chappy keychain! I got that yesterday you pineapple-headed idiot!" hearing a large resounding sound slap of skin behind him with Renji howling in pain right afterwards, following Orihime lightly scolding Renji while Chad held Rukia from continuing her tantrum, Ichigo sighed. I need to find new friends...
Later that day...
In the dusty P.E. storeroom during lunch, where spiderwebs had begun to grow in number at the unused room and equipment had gathered a thick layer of dust, a group of teenage boys sat in a circle, all covered in fresh bandages they had just been applied with from the school nurse who had been shocked and scared witless. One with brown spiky hair and emerald green eyes furrowed his eyebrows.
"...So what exactly are we going to do about Kurosaki? He can't keep on being like this, I can't stand the guy." he spat, a few others nodding in agreement. Hearing a scoff from near the corner of their so-called meeting room, all eyes directed towards a lanky man leaning against the wall. Monstrously tall, but extremely skinny, silky shoulder-length hair modeled a pale face, one eye showing a dark amethyst orb full of hate and the other masked by a white bandana, and a piano-tooth mouth raised in a sneer. Stuffing his hands inside his jean pockets, he stood away from the wall, and stepped towards the group.
"...Well well, Nnoitora. What do you have planned in your devious little head now?" another brand new voice perked up, mirth swimming in golden orbs behind their glass homes. Glaring at the new voice, he growled low in his throat.
"Like I wou' 'ell a fag like ya Grantz. And don't 'all me by ma first name. It's Gilga-sama got it?" Grantz, or Szayelaporro Grantz smirked. Flipping his undoubtedly natural pink hair, he pushed up his glasses as they slipped down from his pointed pale nose. Placing a hand gingerly over his heart, he feigned a pained expression that didn't reach his golden eyes that were burning with glee.
"Oh how you hurt me with your vulgar words. But what hurts me most is that ugly face of yours being directed towards me, Gilga-sama." growling, Nnoitora ran over to Szayel, gripping the front of his shirt, pulling his face close to his. A single purple orb glowing dangerously, he growled.
"Ya fucker, I fuckin' dare ya to say that again. Ya betta make sure ya make sure tha' ya get it right this time. Or else my hand is gunna rearrange that ugly-ass gay face of yers." smirking up at the lanky man who was his comrade, or at least an associate in his eyes, knowing he couldn't really hurt him. After all, who was the one that provided him the means to become the fifth espada and finally trump that woman he hated deeply? Letting go, Nnoitora mumbled under his breath about 'damn gay pink-haired freaks'. Fixing his shirt, Szayel smirked.
"Now, about Kurosaki. I know he that he is 'gay'–" hearing a scoff somewhere from the storeroom, undoubtedly Nnoritora, he continued, "..but we can use that to our advantage. I have gathered information about Kurosaki, and it appears he has quite the attraction to one of our own brethren. A single eye widening, Nnoitora felt insulted towards himself. One of his brothers in arms eh? That just made him hate the orange head even more.
"Who?" was what he grunted before turning to face Szayel again, his leather jacket swaying underneath his arms. Gripping his fingers into two tight fists, he narrowed his eye.
"Grimmjow." hearing several gasps around the once deadly silent room, he smirked as he pushed the brim of his glasses once more.
"Yes, yes. Shocking I know. I feel bad for Grimm–" a hand balled into a fist lashed out and got him square in the right jaw so quickly, even Nnoitora's trained eye could not catch it. Falling from his seat with a loud thud, Szayel held his probably now broken jaw and glared heatedly at the perpetrator. Bright aquamarine eyes darkened with anger as they met with heated gold.
"Ya know, I'm gettin' really annoyed wit' yer voice right now Szayel." Grimmjow growled, then turned to glare menacingly at the group of men. They shied away from the aura, others revealing true fear in their faces. Huffing, he ran a hand through his teal locks, a couple of the strands falling onto his forehead.
"Look, if ya wan' meh to deal wit' 'im, I'll do it. Let me see who this punk looks like. Ya have a picture Szayel?" an irritable Szayel handed the tall blunet a small square photo. Grasping it, he flipped it over, eyes widening quite a bit.
"...Ya wan' meh to kick this guys ass?" I'd rather be pounding into that with my cock than my fists. Szayel pushed up his glasses yet again, shaking his head, pink hair swaying with the motion.
"Grimmjow, it's not 'kicking his ass' that we need you for. We need you to make the Kurosaki boy fall completely for you then break his heart into oblivion. Once weakened, we'll be able to ambush him." Grimmjow scowled at his explanation.
"Tha's a fuckin' cowards tactic. Ambush 'im while he's depressed? Ya seriously kidding me right?" getting no kind of answer, Grimmjow frowned and sighed.
"Fine. Jus' give me a couple of days and I'll get the berry ta wrapped around ma finger." smirking, Nnoritora and Szayel nodded their thanks. Leaving the storage room, and closing the door behind him with a clack, Grimmjow stuffed his hands into his pockets. Walking away and into one of the random hallways of the school. Lost in his thoughts, he accidently bumped into someone, hearing things clatter onto the ground followed by a curse, he turned to stare right into widened ochre orbs.
"Sorry 'bout tha' kid. Here." picking up the fallen items, Grimmjow held them out him. Ichigo blinked, then blinked again. Blushing, he quickly grabbed the things before muttering a quick thanks. Grimmjow smirked. This caused the blush to deepen. So this is Ichigo Kurosaki eh? Well ain't he as cute as a button. This is gonna be fun.
"Hey berry, how's 'bout a we hang out after school?" not waiting - nor expecting - an answer from the still blushing berry, Grimmjow leaned in face-to-face to Ichigo, the berry gaping like a fish now. Leaning closer, he pecked him of the lips, liking the way they felt against his immediately. Standing back up at full height, Grimmjow grinned wolfishly before turning and walking briskly away. With a thud, Ichigo fell on his butt, the papers he was holding with trembling hands now scattering all over the place. Face completely red, he raised a shaking hand towards his lips and touched them gingerly. The only words going on in his head that was currently doing flip-flops.
What. The. Hell.
-_- I decided to make this a two-shot, not a one-shot. All well, more GrimmIchi XD See you later! I'm starting school in one day, so I'll be busy. Might update slower now...
