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"Who the hell does he think he is? Telling me what I'm supposed to wear. I'll wear whatever I damn well please." Ichigo muttered to himself as he walked down the slightly crowded street. Those who were walking next to or near the orange haired young man, made sure to stay out of his way. The look on Ichigo's face screamed 'Touch me and you die'. Ichigo reached into his pocket, got his keys and opened the door to his shared loft. When he walked in he kicked off his shoes and plopped down on the couch.

Shinji came in from his room which was towards the back of the loft and sat next to Ichigo.

"I knew I smelled a bad attitude. Go on tell me what's wrong. Didn't find a job?"

"Oh no, I found a job. It's just that I work for an asshole." Ichigo said childishly. Shinji leaped out of his seat and hugged Ichigo.

"Ichi, that's great! You have a job now so stop being so scowly all the damn time. Smile, you know thing you do when both ends of your mouth go upward. So what you have a prick for a boss. Doesn't everybody at some point? So what's 's name, huh?" Shinji asked with interest.

"I think he said his name was Greenjow, no that's not it. Uh, ah! Grimmjow!" Ichigo exclaimed. Shinji's face dropped.

"What!?"

"Yeah, I know. Weird name right?" Shinji face palmed himself. He couldn't believe his best friend so smart but so damn stupid.

"No no no. Ichigo, don't you know who Grimmjow Jeagerjaques is?" Shinji asked Ichigo. Ichigo simply gave him a look of I-don't-care and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Should I?"

"Damn it Ichigo! Do you live under a rock or somethin'!?"

"No, but I live in a loft and that's pretty damn close to it." Shinji sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He turned around and grabbed a magazine off of the countertop and slammed it on Ichigo's lap.

"This is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, a multimillionaire. He owns several businesses around this city and around the freakin' world for that matter! He took over Pantera Publishing when his father passed and has been a huge success ever since then. I don't even think it's possible for the man to go broke he has so much money." Shinji explained.

"Well that explains why he wanted me to kiss his ass all throughout the interview. You should've seen this guy, acting like he owns me. He don't own shit!" Shinji sighed once again as he sat next to Ichigo. Shinji turned and looked at Ichigo with a sly expression. Ichigo noticed this and questioned it.

"What's with that look? When you make that face nothing good comes from it. It's either a perverted question or a bad idea. Which is it?" Ichigo asked as he raised his eyebrow. Shinji fiddled with his fingers.

"Well I wouldn't necessarily call it perverted, just call it curiosity."

"Spit it out."

"So is he as cute as he is in the magazines?" Ichigo gave an audible groan. Of all the questions Shinji could've asked, it had to be this one. Ichigo honestly didn't want to answer the question. Until proven otherwise, he held nothing but hate for the blue haired man.

"The guys a jerk. He thinks he runs the world and he has an ego the size of fuckin' Texas. Although he is slightly attractive, his personality makes him ugly. And I'm quite sure his self-centered. In fact, I know he is." Ichigo got up from his spot on the couch and walked into the kitchen, Shinji followed. Shinji giggled to himself but Ichigo still heard it though.

"You know Ichi, you just described yourself in some way. You can be kind of a jerk too. You're not all into yourself like you say Grimmjow is, but you do have a pretty big ego inside that slim little body of yours." Ichigo slammed the refrigerator door closed and turned to face Shinji. Shinji literally dropped to his knees in laughter at Ichigo priceless expression.

"Stop laughing! I am nothing like that idiot! How could you compare me to someone that annoying?"

"Oh my god! Someone call Kodak!"

"Shinji stop laughing, it's not that funny!"

"Yes it is!" Ichigo walked over Shinji's wiggling body and headed to his room. Ichigo was highly upset that his best friend would compare him with someone so…evil. He'd never forgive him for that. Ichigo made up his mind when he saw Grimmjow tomorrow.

"I'm gonna show that blue haired ape I mean business. He will not proceed to treat me like crap without getting his ass handed to him on a silver freakin' platter!" Ichigo's face balled up even more as he still heard Shinji's laughter.

"Fuckin' shit Shinji! Stop laughing already!"

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"Why must you proceed to follow me to work? I don't need an escort." I said to Shinji. Shinji skipped closer to me and put his arm around me. The man was just too damn happy for his liking. It was 8:55 in the morning and he was fucking skipping.

"Because Ichigo, you didn't really give me an answer yesterday so now I have to see for myself. This all could've been avoided Ichi!" He said loudly. I sighed as we continued to walk to my place of work. Shinji just insisted we take the long way because he wanted coffee, like he needed it. But I guess that's not really my reason for being in a bad mood. On top of having to go to work and seeing my bastard of a boss, I had to pass by my stalker. The guy was just plain creepy. From his pink hair and mustard colored eyes, the guy was just strange.

"Oh Ichigo, how are you my dear?"

"First off, don't call me that shit Szayel. And secondly, get away from me." I keep walking as he stands and pouts. Shinji also ignores him because he knows I hate this guy. Szayel walks a little faster to keep up with us.

"Now that wasn't very nice at all. Here I am going out of my way to say hello to you and you don't even say it back. Where are your manners Ichigo?" I feel myself twitch as he talks to me and I can hear Shinji snickering to my left. I shoot him a quick glare before he gets any ideas.

"They died. The same way you're about to." I say hoping he gets the picture. Unfortunately, he doesn't. Instead he laughs like what I had said had been a joke.

"Always the joker, you are Ichigo."

"I wasn't kidding and don't you have some place to be instead of bothering the shit outta me?" Szayel glances down at his watch before gasping.

"Dear me, I suppose you are right. I better be leaving now, see you tomorrow?"

"No." The man chuckles as he walks in a different direction. I hear Shinji let out a breath he had been holding in.

"I thought he'd never leave. Damn it Ichi, why do you always attract the weird ones?" I shrug my shoulders as we walk towards the gate of the house.

"This is his house? Dude it's bigger than Barbie's fuckin' dream house!" I laugh at his description as I ring the buzzer. We wait about 5 seconds before the bastard picks up.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Hmm I'm sorry I don't know anyone by the name of me."

"It's Ichigo Kurosaki asshole. Let me in."

"Oh it's you strawberry. Why didn't you say so? Just ask nicely and I'll let you in." Oh this guy is really gonna get it when I manage to get in there. I sigh and run a hand through my spikey orange hair.

"Could you please let me in Grimmjow?" I hiss through my teeth. I hear him laugh through the intercom.

"Not good enough."

"Oh fuck this. If you don't let me through this fucking gate I swear to god I'm going to hang you by your balls, wait until they turn purple and shrivel up like raisins!" I heard Grimmjow swallow thickly as the gate opened. I was glad the front door was already open because if I had to play another guessing game, I was going to kill someone. When I walked through the door, I heard footsteps coming in my direction.

"Welcome to the home of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques- Oh it's you." said the little freak from yesterday. He glares at me but made no moves to attack me. Smart fuckin' move.

"Oh like I'm just so thrilled to see you too. Get the hell outta my way." I push pass him and I hear Shinji gasp.

"Oh my God, it's Grimmjow! Ichigo what were you talking about? He's nowhere near slightly attractive. This man is downright edible!" I roll my eyes and wait for him to stop gushing over Grimmjow.

"I wouldn't eat him if I were you; you wouldn't be able to digest his ego that you're inflating even more." I say but Shinji runs over to Grimmjow and touches his hair hesitantly.

"I-Is it really blue?" Shinji asks.

"Probably not…" I mumble to myself. The next thing I know, Grimmjow's pants are pulled just below his waist to show off blue pubic hair.

"You were saying Ichigo?" I felt my face heat up as I stared at the blue curls.

"Pull up your damn pants up, you moron!" I turn to face Shinji, who looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

"Okay that's enough star gazing for today Shinji, go home now."

"But- His hair!?"

"Leave…" I say sternly. Sometimes that man acts like a grown woman. I know what I said. Shinji walks out of the house as he waves a good bye to me. I return the action and turn back to face Grimmjow.

"So now what?"

"By the way, you were late 2 minutes." I can't believe this guy.

"I'm late 2 minutes because you wanted play 20 questions at the gate!"

"However I'm willing to let it slide because your friend stroked my ego so lovely." God does this man ever stop talking about himself or his ego. I stare at him for a moment waiting for him to give me instructions but it was obvious the idiot forgot I came here to work. So I had to ask for directions directly.

"Where do you want me to start cleaning?" Grimmjow tilts his head to the right a little before he answers my question.

"You can help me clean my bed. The only thing you'd have to do is lay on it."

"You know that threat still stands about me turning your balls into raisins."

"Geez calm down. It was a joke strawberry. Actually, I'm giving you a promotion." He says to me.

"What!?" Both Luppi and I yell out.

"But Grimmjow-sama, I've been working here for 2 years and I still haven't had a promotion. He hasn't even done anything to get a promotion!" Luppi wails out dramatically. Grimmjow just sticks his pinky in his ear as Luppi complains.

"Well kiss ass, you probably would get a promotion if you didn't follow me around all damn day. Not only that but you annoy the shit outta me. I only hired you because I needed somebody to clean my house and you are that person." If Luppi's face wasn't the funniest thing I had ever seen, I don't know what is.

"Okay since you got that sorted out, what am I getting promoted to?"

"You, strawberry, are going to be my assistant or sorts."

"You want me to be your assistant? Like at an office?"

"Well not exactly. I'd just be paying you to keep me company at my job. You don't know how boring it is to be a C.E.O; you have people to do everything for you so you don't really have any work to do. So that's where you come in, all you have to do is keep me entertained. It's as simple as that. And if you ask me, it'd be pretty easy money considering you already keep me so entertained." Grimmjow says as he leans closer to my face.

"How much more am I making?"

"About a good 2,000 dollars more."

"Make it 3,000 and we have a deal." I was making sure I got my money's worth out of this if I had to be stuck with Grimmjow for more than 5 hours. I get paid every week so I hate to admit it but Grimmjow is right; this is easy money.

"I can do that Strawberry but I have one more term of agreement."

"And what's that?" I ask skeptically.

"You have to call me Grimmjow-sama." He said as he grins at me like he won the lotto.

"Whatever. I'll call you Grimmjow-sama when you stop calling me Strawberry." He laughs at me. It's a rich sound but I knew it spelled out trouble for me.

"That's fine Ichigo." I hear him say. And even though I told him to call me Ichigo, it doesn't stop my cheeks from lighting up like a Christmas tree. I clear my throat.

"A-Alright then, we have a deal." I say as he shakes my hand firmly. I really hope I don't regret my decision.

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