Pairings: GrimmIchi
Warnings: M rated for a reason
Summary: Can you go from sex buddies to lovers? Grimmjow and Ichigo are all that, and teacher and student, how will this succeed? And why is Ichigo such a closed book? GrimmIchi
A/N: This chapter was itching to be released hehehe so here goes nothing ^.^ You know when I'm waiting to release a chapter I really got nothing to say in these notes XD
And I realized that I forgot to put up a disclaimer, but I figured that everybody knows that bleach isn't mine, right?
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It's all that
Chapter 2
Ichigo disliked school with a passion, but still everyday he sat through it diligently. And if he didn't have a Grimmjow class everyday he probably would have skipped. That would be his ogle time, because Grimmjow was so much more collected when he was teaching. He was quite haughty about the fact that he was probably the only student that was able to see him like this.
It's not like we said we are exclusive. It's just sex nothing else, he's free to do whatever he wants.
Still the thought stung a little when he let his mind wander for a bit, but in reality he had nobody to blame but himself. He was the one that kept the distance between them. He snapped up from his thoughts when he felt a kick to his ankle. He glared as his neighbor, a strawberry blond girl with huge assets, really it was ridicules how large they were. She smiled apologetically and nodded to the board.
"How nice of you to kick Kurosaki awake, Inoue." Ichigo heard the sarcasm in the voice of Grimmjow and he snapped his attention to the man.
"Solve the problem on the board." Continued Grimmjow, Ichigo quirked his eyebrow, "Today Kurosaki." Was the final growl.
Ichigo walked to the front of the class while already solving the math problem in his head, he never liked math, but the problems they had been discussing lately were the ones he already had done last year. He wrote the calculation and the answer on the board.
"How's that, Sensei." Ichigo smirked as he saw Grimmjow pull his mouth into a thin line, a few snickers were heard in the classroom, most of the students didn't dare to laugh when it concerned Grimmjow, mostly because they were scared shitless of the man. Also the several rumors of students that disappeared when getting detention from him didn't help.
At the end of class Grimmjow announced that they would have a new teacher for English. The old teacher had gone senile, or that was the story Grimmjow used. They would have that new teacher their last hour, if Ichigo had heard the name of the teacher he would certainly have had a reaction, but his eyes and mind were occupied differently at the time.
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His last class was English, he enjoyed the discussions of English writers. His old teacher never shared his ideas, but the senile teacher they had here seemed to think almost like him. A part of him just thought that the old geezer was a fucking pervert, always seeming to stand too close to the male students and also the boys seemed to be the only ones able to get a good grade in his class.
When a man with long black hair stepped into the classroom Ichigo's eyes went wide with shock. Fuck, this isn't happening.
"Good afternoon, my name is Byakuya Kuchiki. I will be your English teacher for the rest of this school year." Said the black haired man that wore a dark gray suit, he wrote his name on the board. Ichigo's mind didn't register the low squeals from the females in his class. "You may call me Sensei or Kuchiki Sensei, I won't stand for tardiness or rude behavior."
"Fuck." He clasped his hands in front of his mouth when the words left.
"Kurosaki, please stay behind after class, I will show you the punishment for rude behavior." Slate gray eyes were fixed on Ichigo, and he mentally reprimanded himself for saying it out loud.
Shit, get your shit together, idiot.
He fucking hated the man in front of him. He was the epitome of what was wrong with people, so full of contradictions that it made you hurl at the thought. He was rather used at the simple reactions he got from Grimmjow and that while they barely conversed beside pillow talk, well more like dirty talk.
Ichigo was watching the clock tick the time away, he wanted to get it over and done with. But somehow when you want the time to pass it just goes so fucking slow that it makes you want to smash the clock into bits and pieces.
After the class was empty he looked up and met the teacher's eyes who seemed impassive, but Ichigo knew better than to judge based on his eyes. Do me your worst, Byakuya. The name was spat out vehement anger in his mind.
"Ichigo…" his name was spoken softly and his mind crumbled into confusion.
"What is it, Kuchiki Sensei?" he narrowed his eyes as he followed the reactions on Byakuya's face. Dark lustful eyes were watching his every move.
"I missed you…" Ichigo gritted his teeth in anger as the words registered in his mind.
"Don't. fucking. Do. This. To. me."
"Ichigo." The way his name was said send shivers over his spine, both the good and bad ones. Too many painful memories. Byakuya stepped closer to him.
"No!" Ichigo abruptly stood up, "Punish me for saying fuck, or I'm leaving!"
"Do you hate me that much?" Byakuya stood now right in front of him, he felt himself drown in those gray eyes that held him captive.
"Hate doesn't cover it. You broke up with me remember." He put his finger on Byakuya's chest for emphasize purposes. He was fighting every inch of himself not to give into his own desires to throw himself at Byakuya.
"Ichigo, I…"
"Everything alright here?" The door to the class opened and he was saved. Grimmjow's eyes flickered between Ichigo and Byakuya. Ichigo knew the bluenette had questions, he never hid his emotions behind a façade. He pulled back his hand in a fast motion as if he had burned it.
"Yes, everything is alright, Grimmjow Sensei." Said Ichigo, his eyes were down cast, avoiding both their eyes he picked up his bag and made his way out of the classroom.
Byakuya, no fuck, Kuchiki. Damn it, why does he have to ruin everything.
Byakuya had been his first everything, first kiss, first love and first time sex. But the man had hurt him, the man had destroyed his heart. All because his job was more important.
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"I think we should break up, Kurosaki." Ichigo's shoulders sagged in defeat, this was something he hadn't seen coming. They had been together for two years already, despite him being his student.
"What?" The surprised look was hard to miss. Byakuya was breaking up with him, in a classroom of all places.
Fuck that.
"You heard me, I think we should break up." His voice is so impassive that Ichigo feels the blood draw from his face. Becoming as pale as his albino friend.
"And you kept me after class to tell me this?" Ichigo stared him as if Byakuya suddenly grew a second head.
"Yes." The calm reply made Ichigo's blood boil and he clenched his fists.
"I fucking don't believe it, why?" He needed answers and fighting wouldn't solve this, he loved this man with everything he had. He would do anything for him despite his impassive and proper nature.
"I don't love you enough." Ichigo frowned at that sentence.
"So what, you used me?" anger started to become the upper current in his brain. Byakuay averted his eyes, "Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you." Ichigo grabbed his chin forcefully and made the raven haired man look in his eyes that wore numbness with a fury fire in the depths of the brown color.
"No. The head master found out, we have to break up or I can never teach again." Ichigo's grasp on his chin didn't soften, if possible it started to hurt more.
"So you choose this fucking school over me?" Ichigo let go of the chin and pushed the man backwards, "So these fucking two years meant nothing?" he hissed the words.
"Don't be such a child, Kurosaki." That was what put Ichigo over the edge. A black haze formed in front of his eyes and the blind fury of anger whirled through his mind.
"A child? You fucking asshole!" screeched Ichigo before he launched himself at the man. "This child gave you everything he had." He'd gotten two good hits at the face of the raven haired man before someone pulled him of the man.
It took nearly two hours before he had calmed down, only to be angered further in his talk with the headmaster.
"I'm going to give you two options, first you can apologize publicly to Kuchiki Sensei." Ichigo snorted at the first option, like that would ever happen.
"If you can't do that than we have to let you go." Finished the headmaster.
"Let me go?" Ichigo was all ears now.
"Yes, your behavior is not accepted in this school and you'll have to leave." Explained the headmaster.
"I won't apologize, so send me away." Ichigo gritted his teeth, he didn't want to leave, he had nowhere to go. His father was overseas for work and this school had been the only option.
"I'm sorry, Kurosaki." Ichigo snorted, the headmaster didn't look sorry at all.
It wasn't until later that day that he completely broke down. Byakuya had taken his heart and crumbled it in pieces while he was left there to watch it happen. He was painfully aware of how vulnerable a person could be when they have given their heart away. He would guard the pieces he had left with so much more care from now on. He would never show this kind of weakness again.
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And now the asshole had come back to his life, just after he hadn't seen the man for nearly a year. He was confused over why the stings in his chest were still as painful as if it had just happened yesterday. It had been nearly a year, he wasn't some whiny needy bitch. He needed to get his mind together and not let that man get to him. It was so much easier said than done. He closed the door of his apartment, still panting of the running he had done.
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Grimmjow couldn't pinpoint exactly what was between the new teacher and Berry, but there was something. They knew each other and they were far too familiar with each other. The orange haired boy had refused to look at either of them, but he could have sworn he had seen relief wash over the Berry's face when he had entered and asked if everything was alright.
He had never seen the boy flee from school before, but he was sprinting over the schoolyard as if hell dogs were chasing him. His hand touched the second floor window, his usual frown had disappeared and a soft longing look had taken place on his face as he watched Ichigo escape. He was sure, he wanted more, he wanted to know why Ichigo was closed off to everybody. He didn't know who Ichigo really was, but he was willing to learn.
"Jeagerjaques." Grimmjow turned to the new teacher that just had said his name correctly, which most people seemed unable to do. His frown back on his face, no indication of the soft look he had worn before.
"Kuchiki ." He watched the new teacher, he was a handsome man, but there was something about the man that irked the bluenette in the wrong. It wasn't something that you could see, no, just a feeling that lingered in his gut.
It stayed silent between the two men, as if they were weighing each other. How much of a threat the other formed.
"What were you doing?" asked Grimmjow, meaning 'what were you doing to my berry'.
"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with." Said Byakuya as he turned around to walk away.
"My students are my concern, especially when you harass them on your first day." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the retreating form of the raven haired teacher. He noticed the small falter in the steps as he had spoken, before turning the corner Byakuya threw him one last glance.
"You do not know what you are talking about, have you ever looked at Kurosaki's records?" with that he disappeared around the corner, the words had sounded cold even to his ears. He did not like what the man had said, he had seen the thick record. He never opened it other than to input the grades, it was because of the headmaster that he had never looked into it.
"Everybody deserves a second chance." Had the old man said, "Not everything is in black and white." It probably had meant something, but he never looked in the records because of that.
Now he sat in his office with the thick record in front of him. Ichigo had been expelled for fighting several times, he had as many warnings as he had complaints, but still nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing he hadn't done in his schooldays. Whatever the man had been getting at it wasn't here, it annoyed him more than it should.
He turned the last page and his eyes widened as he saw a sentence.
Hereby Ichigo is permanently expelled because of use of physical violence against the teacher Byakuya Kuchiki. The content of the incident is explained below.
More than that he was unable to read, because the rest was crossed out by black marker, indicating that it was a sealed case. Why was it sealed? What happened that made Ichigo use violence against a teacher? But most of all, why was the man here now? Those were only a few of the questions that wandered through his head as he closed the file. Ichigo was a riddle for him, a locked book and he was unsure how to open it.
TBC…
A/N: Yay and you are done with reading this chapter if you reached the authors note that is, although you wouldn't be reading this if you didn't finish it. Hmmm, oh well until next time ^.^