So I had time today and this is chapter two of the story. Please note I am not from the U.S. therefore words like pyjamas, colour, favourite, and so on are not spelled incorrectly.
Fact: It is estimated there are 10 000 homeless in Tokyo alone. 70%+ of all homeless are 60 or older, about 80% are male.
Chapter Two
A miniature staring contest went on for several minutes in which time Grimmjow's emotions were scattered all over the place. Should he break eye contact, speak, maybe the boy wasn't right in the head? On the other hand he was Grimmjow Jaegerjaques and he wasn't about to lose something as simple as a staring contest to a kid. But said kid's eyes were blank and something about them was nerve wracking. After several more minutes Grimmjow finally lost it, "Alright! What's your problem kid?" Aforementioned kid gave a semi-amused snort. "So you do speak."
"Tch, of course I talk, now care to tell me what stick is shoved up your arse?"
"I'll ignore your rude use of language. Where are my things?"
"What are ya talking 'bout kid?"
"I detest rhetorical questions; I woke up in a strange place, with you shoving liquid down my throat, my coat and boots are missing, presumably it was you who removed them. I repeat, where are my things?" So the kid was a smart aleck, well two could play at that game.
"Yah, I removed them but I don't see why I should give them back ta ya. If I give them back that means you wanna leave. What kinda person am I if I let a little kid out into a snowstorm? A kid who clearly can't take care of himself 'cuz you ended up on my front step practically dead."
Grimmjow was certain that this would receive some form of emotion from that blank face but, it remained as passive as ever. Did this kid feel anything at all? The kid gave a light 'humph' as if amused before retaliating. "Perhaps you are older than me, even if that is the case it is clear my maturity and intellect far surpasses that of your own. Also, I will inform you that I am seventeen, therefore I hardly fit the term 'kid'. Now if you will return my belongings to me I may leave this place and be out of your way."
A psychopathic laugh left Grimmjow's lips, he not even trying to suppress it. No expression crossed the other's face, it was as if he was expecting this sort of reaction. Grimmjow laughed and laughed and laughed until his tear ducks started to water. When he finally calmed himself his attention returned to the kid. "Now you're trying to pull my leg kid, there is no way you're a year older than me!"
"That explains a fair amount." He pulled the blanket off his body not even shivering at the cold. Holding out his hand he demanded, "My things."
"Ok, even if you were seventeen I just saved you from dying from the cold. I'm not letting you go back out there. How about you finish the broth, get some rest, wait for the storm to pass, and then be on your merry little way. Oh and how about a huge ass thank you because I saved your scrawny little ass."
"I did not ask to be saved. If you will not fetch my belongings I will fetch them myself."
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed but as he did he began coughing again. "Shit!" Grimmjow swore when he saw bright red contrast with the boy's pale skin. He had no idea what to do, he finally decided upon running out of the room and grabbing a glass of water and wet cloth from the bathroom. Returning he found the pale boy was still coughing up blood. Setting the glass and cloth on the nightstand he patted the boy's back until the coughing fit was over.
The boy seemed drained of energy after the episode so Grimmjow took it upon himself to wipe his mouth and hands with the cloth before coaxing him to sip some of the water. "My things." He managed.
"No way, you are sick, I'm not letting you go out there."
"All the more reason to be rid of me. My things."
"Listen, if it makes you feel better your coat and boots are right there against the wall," he told him jabbing his thumb over his shoulder to the general direction he had tossed them, "just relax ok?" The boy shook his head no. "For that last time stop being a bitch and just rest already." Grimmjow's large hand forced the other back down on the bed and held him there for a second. However, to Grimmjow's surprise, he was not met with resistance. Must be really exhausted if he isn't putting up a fight. Good actor if even I didn't realize it. Grimmjow thought to himself.
In a moment of kindness Grimmjow pulled the blanket up over the small form. He let out a small sigh as he realized the boy was still glaring emerald daggers at him. "I'll get you something to eat in the morning, you can have a shower, and then if the storm has let up I'll let you leave if you want to that badly." No response. "Tch, whatever. Night kid." He gave a half wave over his shoulder as he carried out the broth and closed the door behind him.
Heading downstairs Grimmjow emptied the bowl in the sink, washed it and put it away. Reheating some of the broth on the stove and making some rice in his rice cooker Grimmjow made himself some dinner. The kid wouldn't try to leave in the middle of the night, would he? No, he was probably too weak. Grimmjow's food lay in front of him as he thought and by the time he was back to the present it was fairly cold. Too lazy to reheat it Grimmjow poured some soy sauce on his rice and ate up.
Again being lazy Grimmjow threw the dishes in the sink not bothering to attend to them. He looked at the time before scoffing. It was almost quarter to ten and he was exhausted. Even on a school night you wouldn't catch Grimmjow going to bed before eleven and tomorrow being the first day of winter holidays, normally he would be going to bed as the sun came up.
After taking a hot shower and putting on some flannel pyjama bottoms and a T-shirt Grimmjow started his night time routine. He tossed his school uniform in the wash bin to wash later. After putting on his ridiculous pair of fuzzy slippers that he had received from Nelliel for his birthday, the ones he had acted like he had detested, they being blue with cat's faces on them, but he actually cherished them, (after all Grimmjow loved the colour blue and cats and fuzzy things and the fact they kept his feet warm) he marched downstairs again. He made sure the doors were locked and the lights off then went over to the thermostat and cranked the heat up to twenty-eight degrees Celsius, a pleasant sleeping temperature. He then proceeded to pour himself exactly half a cup of milk, which he heated in the microwave for exactly forty-six seconds, before removing it and stirring it five times counter-clockwise. Carelessly he tossed the spoon in the already full sink and headed back upstairs to his room. Hopping under his warm covers he drank his milk before setting the glass on the bedside table and turning out the light.
A few minutes passed and Grimmjow was drifting off the warm milk already having an effect on him. Right before he slipped into a content slumber he thought to himself, Hope the kid doesn't cause trouble. Then he drifted off to pleasant dreams. Little did he realize, trouble was the least of his worries.
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