Shoutout to my wifey! i need your moral support!
I dont know bleach
Ok a few things before i start, kind go back and worth between grimm and ichi POV so beware. Also, before anyone gets affended, i do not believe that disabilities are something to laugh at, but because i am trying to portray Grimmjow, there is a time when he says something that may offend some people.
This chapter is a little longer than the last one so hope you enjoy!
FYI grimm talks to himself
The smell of sautéed vegetables, grilled meats, and herbs and spices mixed together in the kitchen to create a drool-worthy smell. I was bustling around the kitchen, screaming out orders to my fellow chefs. It was hot in the kitchen making my blue hair stick to my scalp under my hairnet.
"Orihime, we need the strawberry crepes ready NOW!" Orihime Inoue was my pastry and dessert chef, and although she was an air-head her cooking was fantastic, which was why I hired her. I co-own my restaurant, Kibishii Naifu, with Kisuke Urahara who handled all the managing and financial shit. I was solely in the kitchen working as the Sous Chef and directing the other kitchen staff, who included: Shuhei Hisagi, the Sushi chef, Yumichika Ayasegawa, the rotisseur, friturier, and grillardin, Nanao Ise, the saucier, Shunsui Kyoraku, the poissonnier and boucher, Ikkaku Madarame, the tournant, and Izuru Kira, the garde manger. I hand-picked my staff from the best culinary institutes around the world, and my restaurant was one of the finest in the city. There was also the kitchen line, but they were part-timers and I never bothered to know their names.
"Yes Chef Jeagerjaques, right away!" Orihime was a student at Karakura University, enrolled in the Culinary Arts program there. I found her because she won a world-wide baking competition that was held in Tokyo a year ago. She handed off her readied dessert to one of the line chefs, who made sure dishes were presentable before giving them to the servers.
The kitchen remained frenzied until around 9 pm, which was closing time. My staff and I cleaned the kitchen, making sure to keep our score of 100 on our sanitation inspection. Every surface, utensil, and piece of machinery used was cleaned and sanitized before my chefs were allowed to go home. I was always the last to leave, because I had to lock up the restaurant. I finally left around 10:30 and headed to my car, a black 2012 Chevy Silverado 3500HD extended cab. She was my baby. I slid into the black leather seat and started up her V8 engine. I had Polk Audio subs in the backseat which enhanced the base in my car and made my whole body vibrate with the music. As I pulled out of the parking lot my phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Grimmjow, its Kenpachi." Shit. Kenpachi Zaraki was the sheriff at the local police station. I worked at the station as an undercover agent (it was my second job). Currently, I was working on taking down the largest gang in Karakura town, called the Hollows, and the leader Aizen Sosuke. The guy was a major narcissistic dick who was well known and feared in the city. I was determined to take him down no matter what, and I was getting close to achieving my goal. I was an Espada, which was what Aizen's most powerful followers were called. My rank: Sexta, six. My partner, Starrk Coyote, was known as the Primera, or the first of the Espada. The guy was strong as shit, but he was also really fucking lazy, so how he gained the first rank was still a mystery to me.
Anyway, I knew that if Kenny was calling me directly it wasn't good news. "What's up, Kenny?"
"A. Don' fuckin call me that and B. Tousen is what's up." Kaname Tousen was the biggest douche in Aizen's gang, and he was blind as a bat. But even though he was blind, the guy could aim a gun better than most people who could see, and he was lethal with it. Of course, I was better with guns… and everything else really. "Where?" I asked. I knew that Kenny wanted me to take care of the guy, and make sure he didn't kill anyone. Fuck me; I just wanted to go home and sleep.
Kenny gave me directions and hung up. Then, I headed for the southern part of the city, which was a safer section. Why would Tousen be all the way down here? Cause he's creepy that's why. Maybe he found a deft woman to bang! I laughed at my own I reached the southern part of the city, I slowed down looking through the darkness outside for my target. I really hoped Tousen hadn't hurt anyone because that could possibly blow my case. The sidewalks were lit, but not very well, which made it hard to see down alleys and between buildings. I parked my car, deciding that walking would be more productive. I got out of my car, grabbed my .45 caliber Glock 21, and put it in my waistband. Right then I heard a shot about a block away. Shit, that dumbass! I sprinted down the street.
When I approached the alley I saw movement from across the street and froze. A man, who looked to be in his late teens, was running towards the alley. He passed under a lamp and I saw his face. The kid had a nicely sculpted face framed with spiky, blazing orange hair and gorgeous, chocolate colored eyes. He was around 5'9", thin, muscular, and very tan. He had a very nice body, for a guy of course. Not that I'm interested because I liked boobs…not dick. When he said "Holy Shit" I face-palmed. What an idiot.
Tousen spun around and I realized the kid was in trouble. I jumped out from my spot in the shadows and pulled the orangette's arm just as Tousen fired his gun. The bullet just barely missed kid and I sighed in relief. Then, I pulled my gun out of my waistband and fired. Tousen shrieked, and fell from his wound in the leg. HA bitch! Who's better? That's right, Grimmjow!
"Who the fuck did that! You MOTHER FUCKER, I'm going to KILL YOU!" I chuckled and went over to check the person lying on the ground near the bleeding gangster. His pulse was steady, but he was bleeding a lot from the wound in his arm. I removed my top and undershirt, showing off my sexy abs, and ripped off a long strand of the undershirt. Then, I tied it around the victims arm to stop the bleeding. After that, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Kenny.
Call a fuckin ambulance. One civilian has been injured, but I've got Tousen subdued. Shot him in the leg, cause I'm a boss :)!
I didn't want to talk because Tousen would recognize my voice, which would blow my cover. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and restrained the criminal, kicking him a little because I hated him. Then, I went over to the orangette.
"What's yer name kid?" I asked in a low voice. The guy paused and looked at me nervously. Ha! I must intimidate the kid. I grinned and the kid's eyes widened. "What? Cat got yer tongue?"
The kid seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and scowled at me. "M-my names Ichigo Kurosaki. Who're you?"
I chuckled, I could tell Ichigo was feisty. "My names Grimmjow. I'm a cop. You hurt?" Ichigo was caught off guard by my straight forward question. "N-no, I'm fine" I narrowed my eyes when the kid stuttered. "Do you have a speech impediment or something?" I wanted a rise out of him, and I got it. "No asshole what the fuck?" At that, I burst out laughing. This kid was a riot. I stepped closer to him, towering 4 feet over him "Your funny Ichi, I like that." the carrot-top stiffened and turned redder than a tomato. Holy shit, I think I just got hard. What the fuck! I stepped away from Ichigo quickly and narrowed my eyes. Stupid dick, calm the fuck down! At that moment my phone vibrated, signaling a text message.
Good, I want that ass in the slammer for good.
I grinned at the text and then looked up at the delectable Strawberry. He was gazing at my torso, maybe even a little lower. Then his eyes lifted to my face, and he blushed, his already red face turning even redder. Did he just check me out? No dumbass that's your over-confident ego talking. Or maybe it wasn't… I am pretty fucking hot. Before I could continue arguing with myself Ichigo interrupted, "So, can I go home now?"
"Yeah, I'll give ya a ride if ya want. Right after my relief gets here of course." I offered the kid a ride, only because it was dark and I was trying to be polite, not because I wanted to spend time with him. "Nah, no thanks, my house is close." I tried not to scowl, but I don't think I succeeded. "I'm givin you a ride so stay put." Ichigo was about to argue with me, but the sound of sirens in the distance shut him up. As we listened to the emergency vehicles getting closer, I went over to the wounded guy and checked him again. He was breathing, but unconscious, so I left him where he was for the paramedics.
The ambulance arrived first, followed by two cop cars. One of my coworkers stepped out of the patrol car and walked towards me. He gave me a high five for my awesomeness.
"I got it from here, thanks for yer help." I nodded to him and then motioned for the now mute Ichigo to follow me. As we walked away, the medics tended to the two wounded guys, and it reminded me of something.
"Oh yeah!" I rounded on Ichigo, "I don't think I've ever seen someone just waltz out in front of a guy with a gun before now! Are you fucking stupid? Do you realize you almost died tonight?" Ichigo gaped at me because of my outburst, his mouth wide open. I wanted to stick my di-and that's enough of that! Really Grimm what the fuck is into you tonight? Go fuck a bitch please this is getting ridiculous. I wasn't sex deprived by any means so honestly I didn't know what was wrong with me.
Ichigo recovered from his shock and said, "Sorry, I just don't think sometimes…"
"Yeah, no shit" I growled at him. We reached my car and got in. "Nice car" Ichigo commented and I grinned. "She's more than nice Ichigo" I turned my baby on and sped down the street, mentally flicking off a limping Tousen as I passed by. "You gonna tell me where ya live, kid?"
"I'm not a kid, I'm 19 for God's sake!" I chuckled. Who knew this kid was only 4 years my junior, he looked younger. Ichigo gave me directions to his house, which was 2 minutes away by car. I passed those two minutes by teasing him about his age, and when I pulled up to his house, I was a little… sad. But only a little.
"Um, thanks for the ride." Ichigo looked at me with a slight tint in his cheeks. I gulped. Yup, time to call up Rangiku. I could use a good hard fuck. "No problem, Ichi. See ya around." I winked at him. He got out of the car, and I waited until he was in the house before I left. Then I drove home, reviewing the night's events and salivating a little at the thought of the orangette.
When I got to my apartment building, I parked in my designated spot and went in. My apartment was on the third floor of the 20 story building. It was spacious, with a medium sized bedroom, a large bathroom and kitchen, and a small but cozy living room. It was perfect for my needs and 5 minutes from the station. There were also a lot of good bars and clubs close by, which I frequented. As I rode the elevator to my floor I texted Rangiku, who was my friend with benefits.
Want my dick? I laughed at my text, because I was so charming sometimes. She texted me back almost immediately. Yes plez! Haha of course she does. Well then get yer ass over here. I walked into my apartment with a grin on my face.
I walked into my house, my mind still on the sex deity I had just met. The man was around 6'1" with thick hard-packed muscles on every inch of his body. When he had taken off his shirt, I almost died. The man had had a well distinguished 8-pack with an illustrious Greek V muscle peaking out of his pants. His hair was electric blue, and his eyes were a piercing Azure. Grimmjow had been the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, and I wished so badly that I could see the man again.
I went to the kitchen to get some leftovers from the fridge. My house was quiet and dark, so I guess everyone was asleep. As I heated up the leftovers I reflected over the day's events. It had been crazy to say the least. I retrieved the food from the microwave, grabbed a fork, and went to the table to eat.
Once I finished with my dinner I cleaned my plate and went upstairs. I did homework for awhile, and then went to bed. I had to get up early next day.
I was panting hard after my late night activities with Rangiku. I pulled the used condom off my spent dick and threw it in the garbage. I looked over at the woman still lying on my bed. She was an 8, with big ass boobs, thick voluptuous lips, and extremely curvy hips. Her ass wasn't bad either. But as hot as she was, she would never be more than a quickie. It was nothing personal to her, though she was annoying sometimes. In all honesty, I have a problem with settling down. The thought actually repulses me.
Rangiku sat up with a smile on her face. "That was… amazing!" she looked at me with big, doe eyes. I grinned "Maybe you should give me a round of applause for all my effort." She giggled and stood up. I watched as she picked up her clothes and walked to my bathroom, swaying her hips playfully as she went. "Tease all you want now, but you know yer gonna be sore tomorrow." It's a proven fact; Virgin or not, you will be sore after sex with Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
I pulled on my boxers as Rangiku was in the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later and gathered her belongings. It was a rule of mine to never let anyone stay over after sex; I didn't want them to get the wrong idea. I had many rules: No kissing, no sex without a condom, and lastly no expectations. She walked up to me and kissed my cheek. I growled at her, but let it be since it was the cheek.
"See ya latter then." Rangiku said and left my apartment. After my satisfying romp with her I was finally ready for bed.
hope you enjoyed and if anyone was wondering what the different positions in the kitchen were:
Sous chef- head chef
Rotisseur- roast cook
Friturier- fry cook
Grillardin- grill cook
Saucier- makes sauces
Poissonnier- deals with raw fish
Boucher- deals with raw meat
Tournant- all around chef; helps others
Garde Manger- cold food prep on the line
Kitchen Line- last station food goes through before going to the servers
