Warning: GrimmIchi. Don't like, don't read. Yaoi. Fluff.

Disclaimer: Only in my dreams

Summary: Grimmjow is new, and Ichigo started school late. What will occur between these two oddballs? Why, love, of course!!


What had been officially been dubbed as the Gym Class Introduction was fifteen days old.

Their conversations were boisterous, filled with jabs, and jokes, and flailing arms. Though, on the rare occasion that they exhausted all their energy, Ichigo would recite Shakespeare, his favourite passages or sonnets, and Grimmjow would listen attentively, delighted shivers playing their way down his back.

On this particular day though, it was silent, on top of the roof. No one was there but the two of them.

It was long after school had ended, and all the other students had gone home. Ichigo's eyes were glued to the sunset, the soft peach and pink where the blue melted its way into a fluid red, while Grimmjow's bright blue gaze rested on Ichigo's face.

Grimmjow rested his chin in his hand, letting his thoughts fly where they would.

He never felt like this about anyone before. Why now? Why this kid? He didn't have an answer to his questions, but what he did was that this kid was the only one who had ever been able to make him feel like this.

And he liked it. He liked being able to be Grimmjow not Grimmjow. He was still jerky and perverted and a total bastard, but he was…different, somehow, around this kid. He watched Ichigo watch the sunset, and he smiled a little.

Ichigo knew Grimmjow was watching him watch the sun's slow decent. But, he stayed silent, knowing that if the blue-haired man wanted something he would address it. He sighed and swiveled his eyes slowly to meet the other's electric gaze. Grimmjow raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"Why're you lookin' at me like that?"

Grimmjow snorted. "'Cause yer starin' at the fuckin' sun."

Ichigo made a face, and turned around, leaning against the rail, arms haphazardly dangling over. They sat in amused silence, smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.

Ichigo glanced at Grimmjow from the corner of his eye and sighed inaudibly. He knew he had feelings for Grimmjow, but if the other boy had feelings for him, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that the intensity of his feelings was seemingly astounding, even to him.

He looked at Grimmjow, face upturned to the sky, trying to spy the first tendrils of night. His eyes softened. There it was again, this feeling. It came whenever he looked at Grimmjow, and never seemed to completely leave. No matter what he was doing, Grimmjow always occupied some part of his mind. He knew what this was, he just wasn't sure if it was the real thing, or just some fleeting emotion. He was okay with it, he supposed, but he wasn't sure that Grimmjow would be.

All the same, it was still weird. He hadn't opened up to anyone as quickly as he had with Grimmjow.

I mean, sure, me and Rukia are close, and it didn't take that long for us to get like that. But she's like a sister. And Grimmjow is…different. I don't see him as a sibling. The way I feel about Grimmjow is totally different that the way I feel about Rukia and Karin and Yuzu. But, at the same time, it's different than how I feel about, like, Inoue or Sado or Uryuu. I like Grimmjow, a lot, and whenever I think of the possibility that he doesn't like me back how I like him, I just…ugh! I don't even wanna think about it. Peering over at Grimmjow again, Ichigo smiled a little.

Grimmjow noticed Ichigo look at him, and kept his eyes trained on the sky. He always got a little rush when he knew Ichigo was looking at him.

There was something about the kid. Grimmjow couldn't name it; whether it was his intensity, his looks, his mind, his voice. He doubted he would ever know. As long as I get to spend forever trying to figure it out.

There was that thought again! He's Grimmjow Jaegerjaques! No one can make Grimmjow Jaegerjaques go mushy! The only problem is, Ichigo can. But, why, damn it?! He knew he felt something for this kid, and that was fine. He just never felt this close, this attached, this…this…- What the hell is this feeling anyway?! Grimmjow raged in the sanctity of his mind. I mean, I like the kid, but how the fuck much?! I mean, hell, I can't go thirty seconds without his face poppin' in my head! And I miss him all the time! I never miss people! I mean, this can't be normal!

A small voice in the back of his mind was shouting at him not to question possibly the best thing that's ever happened to him, but he couldn't help even after feeling so frustrated about not being able to answer any of the questions he posed on himself, he was still content. Content just to see the kids face, or hear his voice, or see that scowl, or that cocky smirk. Any time he was near Ichigo, or even thought about him, something in his chest would flutter, and he'd wish the sight of stunning orange hair and chocolate eyes would never leave him. He let his thoughts die down, still slightly distracted by what was – in his opinion- their somewhat disturbing nature.

Ichigo shivered lightly, and Grimmjow caught the movement from the corner of his vision. Guess it is gettin' kinda cold, now I think 'bout it. He ran his hands up his own equally bare arms.

"Yer place or mine," Grimmjow asked.

"Huh?" was the reply. Does he mean…

"Well, I don't know 'bout you, but I'm kinda fuckin' cold, so, you wanna go back ta yer place, or mine?"

Oh…"Yours. I don't wanna make you face what's living at my house."

"The fuck?"

"My dad's fucknuts" Ichigo sighed, pointing a finger at his head, swiveling it in an erratic circle.

Grimmjow raised a blue brow, "Whatever," he snorted. "Let's go then." He pushed himself off the rail. Shoving his hands in his pants pockets, he walked to the stair way door. Waiting for Ichigo to get close, he opened the door for him and made a "go ahead" motion with his hand. Ichigo gave him an odd look, but walked through the door.

"Ladies first," Grimmjow muttered. Ichigo growled and Grimmjow just laughed.


Omake:

Moi: Heehee. Okay, so that was chapter two, and I think I changed my mind. I think smut will take place in the end of three or four. I haven't made up my mind yet. But I do wish to say thank you to all my reviewers! You know who you are!! But it really does help with story production. So please, read and review!! My hugs and thanks, -Obsession.