Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or any of the characters involved in this story excluding an OC that I have introduced. All characters in this story are the legal age limit. No underage sex.
Warnings: Yaoi (man on man relations), swearing, stalking, some mature themes. A perverted Grimmjow. An OC. If you do not wish to read the former themes, I suggest that you stop reading this fan fiction now; I don't wish to offend you.
Chapter one. Wild Strawberries.
Third Person POV.
Grimmjow lit a cigarette as he waited outside Hueco Mundo, the most popular club in Tokyo for his best friend to get his lazy arse off the couch and onto the sidewalk which he now stands. Minutes passed as Grimmjow watched people enter the club dressed in their most showy gear only to stumble out moments later drunk off their arses and giggling uncontrollably.
And why wasn't he doing the same thing? Because his bloody friend Nnoitra was taking his god damned sweet time travelling a couple blocks. Grimmjow closed his eyes and rubbed his brow in an effort to try and calm the headache that was threatening to start near his temples.
"Yo, Grimm!" The said blue-haired man cracked open an eye to see the man he was waiting for clamber out from a taxi and stretch to his fully height. Nnoitra was dressed in black skinny leg jeans and a white untucked shirt. This was one of his more classy wardrobes that he owned.
"Took your bloody time getting here, Stick." Grimmjow said before turning and making his way to the front of the queue. He shot the bouncer a glance and stepped inside with Nnoitra behind him, ignoring the loud protests from the people who were still waiting in the queue for what was probably their thirtieth minute. Serves them right, the delinquents.
"Tch, I had to dodge my crazy neighbour," Nnoitra spat back, ducking his head down to miss the doorway arch. Grimmjow raised one thin blue eyebrow at that. Looks like he wasn't the only one with a psychotic stalker.
Both of the men made their way through the swarming bodies that were grinding against each other obscenely to sit at the bar where they collectively decided to spend at least the next hour at getting plastered.
Third Person POV.
"And why exactly am I here tonight, Teresa?" An orange haired, scowling teen said questioned as he pushed another overly enthusiastic dancer off from his body. The female in question turned to him, sending her dark, curly locks flying around to settle back over her shoulders, raised an eyebrow before scowling back at him.
"You are here because I was forced to come," She spoke in her slightly accented stern voice, the sound of her rolling the 'r' in some of her words that gave away her foreign birth. "That and I need someone to help me keep an eye on Shiro. You of all people should know what happens when he gets drunk."
Ichigo huffed with slight irritation and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why not get Shinji to come then?"
Shockingly green and yellow eyes locked onto his own, "You know that Shinji is just as bad."
That was true. Whenever Shinji got plastered, it usually meant Teresa and him throwing some perverted guy off of the blond, or Shinji off of an equally plastered male. In conclusion, it never ended well.
Teresa sighed and patted him on the shoulder, her eyes sympathetic and understanding, "I know that you are worrying about the exams just as much as me. Just be glad that you don't need to be worrying about maintaining a scholarship and keeping up with rent."
"I know." Ichigo now felt slightly guilty. He was fortunate that his psychotic father paid for his accommodation and schooling fees. Teresa, on the other hand, she had to maintain her High Distinction in all classes and pay for the overly expensive apartment rates. On top of that, she had to study in a different country by herself, no parents to help or comfort her. Yet somehow, she always managed to keep on smiling and help those around her. Ichigo knew that she would make an excellent doctor in the future.
"Oi, King!" Ichigo spun around to see his cousin stumbling over in their direction, already plastered and incoherent, to nearly fall directly onto his face if it weren't to the quick hands of Teresa catching him under the armpits.
"Oh, hey there gorgeous!" Shiro leered, pressing his face close towards her own. She sighed before dumping him onto the ground before walking over to the orange head.
"You want anything to drink, Ichigo?
"Just get me whatever you're having. Nothing too alcoholic." She smiled before walking towards the bar, leaving him with his intoxicated cousin who was slowly picking himself off from the floor. Ichigo sighed and helped Shiro onto his feet. Yes, tonight was to be no different from the other times that he had gone out.
Third Person POV.
Grimmjow had only just began to weigh up the advantages of getting his lips round the neck of a whisky bottle against the increasingly unbearable friendliness of his new acquaintance, the female bartender that seemed to think that the more that she leant over to flash him an eyeful of her cleavage would persuade him to take up her offer of a free night. If only she knew that she would barking up the wrong tree.
His eyes darted to the left when he caught the sight of a curvaceous female with curly hair stand next to him at the bar and signalled for the bartender. He quickly scanned her body; she was wearing a black dress that flattered her bust and hips nicely and dark high heels. Her face was complemented well with some makeup, but not plastered with it. All in all, she was attractive and obvious foreign. She looked intelligent and fiery.
Too bad he didn't swing that way.
She made no move to talk to him, and blatantly ignored Nnoitra's attempts to gain her attention as she ordered and waited for the drinks to be placed in front of her. He watched as his friend practically molested her with his remaining violet eye as he tried to touch her shoulder. She immediately reacted by grasping his slender wrist and bend it back at a painful angle.
"I suggest that you don't try that in the future, trash," she said before collecting her drinks and merging back into the crowd. Grimmjow felt a shiver run through his body at the mention of 'trash.' That sounded far too similar to a certain raven haired individual that was more than likely going to reprimand him later for his late night drinking.
Grimmjow's eyes followed the back of the woman as she weaved through the gyrating bodies and back over to whoever she had more than likely come in with. A shock of bright orange caught his eye. Grimmjow cocked his head to better see the owner of the shock of orange, only to behold the sight of a beautiful scowling teen who was grasping one of the drinks the foreign woman had brought him. Blue eyes raked down the teen's lithe form, focusing on the slender hips and toned muscles that he could see pressed against the dark shirt that he wore. Grimmjow smirked. Target acquired.
Floating gently back down to earth again after some moments of fantasizing in slightly buzzed state, he pushed himself off from the barstool. Closing his eyes at the rush of blood to his head, Grimmjow closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He kept his head vertical and breathed in and out as he waited for the unpleasant feeling to pass.
Gingerly opening his eyes, he fixed his gaze back onto the orange head who was laughing at something the female had said. The teen's chocolate eyes shone with laughter and happiness, the sight rather breathtaking, if Grimmjow were to be honest with himself. It had been a while since he had seen such a delicious looking prey.
Ignoring the protests from Nnoitra, Grimmjow got up and made his way through the crowd and closed in on the teen that now had turned his back to him. The female who had decked Nnoitra earlier raised an eyebrow at his approaching figure before fixing him with a hardened glare. Grimmjow faltered slightly. This woman was not to be messed with.
He offered a grin and brought his finger up to his lips in the universal sign for 'shh' and continued to approach when she sighed and nodded her head slightly.
He now stood directly behind the oblivious berry who continued to talk animatedly to the foreign woman. Grimmjow leant down slowly till his mouth was near the unsuspecting teen's and let his breath fan out. In the most seductive voice that he could manage, Grimmjow finally spoke.
"What's a delicious little strawberry like you doing all alone without someone to protect you from the big bad panther, huh?"
End of chapter one.
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not completely impressed with it, but I felt that I needed to put another chapter out, regardless of the looming exams that are heading towards me at an alarming pace. I can't leave my readers hanging!
I will try to update in the near future. I have a major test coming up this Tuesday, so I can probably update after then. Please drop a review to let me know if there is anything that I can improve on, or just let me know your thoughts!
~UlquiorraCuatroEspada.