WARNING! There is slight smut. It leads up to the smexy scenes but it doesn't actually have it. I didn't know how people would feel about smut scenes so give your opinion in the review section! Oh by the way the rating has officially changed to M. Please enjoy the second chapter of WCCS!
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Ichigo was pissed. No, pissed couldn't even begin to describe how angry he was. He was furious.
He left his room again that afternoon only to come face to face with Grimmjow. The man led Ichigo to the living room of his large house and told him to await his return. Ichigo, not having any other option, complied and waited.
Here he was, still in the living room at 2:57 in the morning, seven hours later. He was done waiting. He needed to get some fresh air. He got up off of the large, royal purple couch, and dragged his feet to the other side of the room when he stopped in his tracks. Behind a large bookshelf was a pair of ripped and bloodied navy blue skinny jeans. With it was a stained red white t-shirt in the same condition as the pants, and a dark grey hoodie.
He picked up the clothes and walked to the elevator. He pushed the button and stepped inside. Once the doors closed he had more privacy to look at said clothes. They looked to be about his size. He slid to the bottom of the floor and rested his head in his knees. His mind started to drift as his eyelids fell over his eyes.
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"Well well, it took him long enough. I told you he'd wait for a while. Looks like I was right again."
"Just shut up and watch what he does. We need to make sure he doesn't figure it out just yet."
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His feet echoed off the sidewalk as the rain splashed relentlessly in every direction it could manage. Ichigo walked down the sidewalk with his hands shoved into the very depths of his pockets. He had his ruined clothes in a string bag that hung low on his back. He turned left into the alleyway and slid down the wall. He opened the bag and stared at his clothes. He 'tsked' at said clothing and shoved it back into the bag. But before he had the chance to stand up he heard a soft dropping sound below him. His eyes narrowed as he bowed his head.
He looked down and his eyes softened at the sight of a non-threatening object. It was a folded piece of paper. He opened the slightly wet piece of parchment. It read:
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To Do List
1) Get groceries
2) Get medicine for Shiro (7640 Wilmington Avenue)
3) Talk to manager about raise
4)See Udahara about recent yazuka increase
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'What the fuck?' he thought as he stared at the paper. "Shiro?.. Udahara?... Yazuka increase? What's going on here? I have the feeling that Grimmjow isn't telling me everything.'
Ichigo didn't know what do anymore. Didn't even know what to think. Was Grimmjow just leading him on? Was there another reason he 'rescued' him? And, why was he buying medicine for this, Shiro? Maybe he was important.
Ichigo shoved the little paper into the pocket if his jeans and let his feet take him wherever it was they thought was good.
Grimmjow had given him some money for emergency purposes, and it was nearly 4:00 in the morning, so he rented a room at the nearest hotel. He sat on the bed and placed his head in his hands. He rubbed his face and sighed while trying to take in all of this. He didn't know when but at some point he drifted off into a very important sleep.
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"Don't be late with ta stuff, Ichi. We've needed groceries fer a while and ya know its yer turn ta buy," said the nameless face. Ichigo gave a playful eye roll and a genuine smile.
"Yeah yeah, shut up. If you didn't eat every damned thing in the house and stopped gettin sick, then I wouldn't even have to leave." The other, who actually shockingly resembled him, snorted and punched Ichigo in the back.
"Just leave already so ya can get ta hell back quickly." He told Ichigo truthfully.
"I'm going, I'm going. I'll be back soon." And with that, everything faded.
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Ichigo shot up out of bed panting. He was sweating profoundly and couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs.
'The fuck?! Was.. Was that a memory? My memory?! Who was that guy? We looked identical! Well, except for his skin, but still!" Ichigo couldn't get his thoughts together.
'Wait, if that was real... He said something about, medicine. Right?' He jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to where he left his bag of clothes the night before. He rummaged in them until he remembered the paper was in his jeans. He reached in and took out the to-do list.
'Here it is. Right here.' He thought, his thumb over number 2. 'Could he be... Shiro?' He took long strides to the other side of the room, grabbed everything that was his, meaning his shoes and charm necklace he never left, and grabbed the handle of the exit. He jumped ten feet in the air when Grimmjow was right outside of his door.
'What is he doing here? How did he find me?' Ichigo tightened his grip on the paper behind his back. He thought it best not to tell Grimmjow about this. Just to be safe. He didn't know who he could trust.
Grimmjow gave the scowling strawberry an ice cold glare. "I thought I told you to wait for me." he spat out, obviously pissed. But Ichigo wouldn't be having any of that. Memories of last night (and this morning) came flooding back to him. About how he waited for hours and hours just for him to return, which he never did.
His expression shifted from a scowl to one of a furious mask.
"I did wait for you. For. Seven. Hours! What in the world of hell takes seven hours?!" He blurted out.
"Whatever I was doing. Now c'mon. We need to go home."
"I don't fucking think so. I'm staying right here." He marched back to the bed and flopped onto it. Crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a small child. Grimmjow chuckled but then frowned. He walked to where Ichigo sat on the bed and took his chin into his hand, tilting his head just enough to make the orangette look into his eyes.
"Ichi, I'm sorry. I had to do some things but I didn't think I'd take that long. Please, come back with me." Now it was Grimmjow's turn to pout. He stuck his bottom lip slightly out if his mouth and stared Ichigo straight in his enchanting brown orbs.
'Ichi? Where did that come from? And... How come he's looking at me like.. That?'
"Why are you acting so nice all of a sudden, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked hesitantly.
"Because I love you Ichigo 's why I rescued you."
Ichigo's eyes widened to the size of golf balls. 'He.. He.. Loves me? B-but he doesn't even know me. This isn't making any sense. There's something else going on here. But until I figure out what it is, I'll give him what he wants.'
"That's not possible. We just met and you don't even kno-" he was cut off when his lips we're taken into the blue haired humans mouth. He tried his best not to moan when the others tongue managed to slide it's way between his teeth but he failed.
"I've known you... Long enough to know that... I want to spend... The rest of my life... With you." Grimmjow said as he pulled away, panting between words.
Ichigo didn't have time to respond because Grimmjow reclaimed his lips. Searching in every crease and cranny, tasting everything the young boy had to offer. Ichigo laced his fingers into the soft, cotton candy blue hair. In to time his legs we're wrapped around Grimmjow's torso. Grimmjow moaned at the feeling of Ichigo around him and took the opportunity to slide his hands up the others shirt.
Taking a hint, Ichigo wiggled to shimmy out of his shirt, and Grimmjow threw the usless object across the room. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss but started to attack Grimmjow's neck. Grimmjow shivered and decided to take the opportunity to go for Ichigo's member. He cupped his half-hardened arousal and Ichigo gasped. Grimmjow pulled at Ichigo's pants but was stopped when a wrist grabbed his own.
Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's away and sat up on the bed. His bangs covered his eyes, casting a shadow on my face.
"I don't even know you. I can't do this with you. Let's just go home." He pushed himself off the bed and moped towards the door. Grimmjow pushed his way to the front and held Ichigo's hand until they got to the car. Grimmjow pulled the car door open and let the other make his way into the car at his own pace. He jumped into the driver seat and shoved the key into the ignition.
Everything was great.
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How was that ? I thought I did pretty good. I love criticism so please please PLEASE review! I'd love to hear what you have to say and I'll even talk to you and work with you if you have and input! Thank you and until next time!
~Baiii
