Hello, my small, but reliable fanbase!
I truly apologize for not updating. Being a full time working adult, means a load of unnecessary responsibilities. Alas, it is vacation time and it's raining buckets. So, I had time to finish the second part of this pile of mushy-mush.
I have a vague idea where I'm going with this, so I am also very interested where this story will take the two protagonists.
I apologize for the stupid mistakes that I will most likely notice after I read the story when it's already uploaded.
Anywho… M for language, blablabla.. enjoy!
Two
Ichigo sat on his bed, after waking up from an endlessly repeating nightmare. Still soaked in his sweat he looked over to the black and white uniform that hung loosely on the hanger in his half opened closet. So much happened in the past couple of weeks. Before he had the cursed uniform, he never saw a world contradicting his image of ''common''. Girls giving their chastity away for a false hope of security, an ideal world that secludes souls from their freedom and people that are ready to smear their hands with blood, because of mindless honor. This new world disgusted him till the very depth of his soul. It was staggering for him to realize that Orihime, Grimmjow and most likely a lot of Seirei High students buried a deep wound inside themselves that they only knew how to mask with indifference, ugly words or passive aggression.
The orange haired young man, stood from his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs. It was time to put on the black jacket that for so many was such a huge burden. Ichigo turned his gaze analyzing his reflection in the floor mirror standing next to his bed, wishing for not be swallowed by this dark path of materialism.
Fully dressed, Ichigo left his room passing the living room, where Isshin was snoring off to dreamland. His dad was dead tired from his night shift at the local hospital and judging from the calendar that decorated the fridge, he had one more night ahead burdened by acts of slavery.
Ichigo walked toward the school, gradually remembering the ordeal from yesterday evening. The words of the elder man still lingering in his memories, making him even more irritated.
I was hoping that your appearance in his class can awake some traces of rivalry in him..
This basically meant that all of his hard work, all of his progress until now, just summed up to be Grimmjows driving force to change himself according to his old man's wishes.
Just pisses me off!
Thought the young man while biting on his lower lip and suppressing the urge to smash something into millions of pieces. Maybe he can just leave, forget he ever met Grimmjows perfect family, with their perfect house and perfect lifestyle. In Grimmjows fathers eyes he was merely a marionette anyway, who he bought into the upper-class world with his status.
… I don't need your sympathy!
Ichigo stopped in his steps, gradually coming to a conclusion that there was a person more miserable than him. The blue eyed young man, whom he saw yesterday. The man, who was trying to fight proudly against all odds and who was still holding so much willpower in his heart. What would Grimmjow do, if he would find out that his father was trying to manipulate him by using Ichigo? Ichigo was lost in his thoughts, trying to think about what would be the best solution for all of this. His instincts screamed at him to run and hide from this puppetry, but seeing how Orihime and Grimmjow still managed to survive in this mess, made him feel like a coward for even considering a bolt-hole.
The orange haired youth managed to reach the school early. He took the usual walk down the hall, reaching the last door on the left. The door was open and the class seemed empty at first, but soon he noticed a slim figure sitting at the back corner desk, a book leaning gracefully in the long, slim fingers. The person was clearly disinterested in Ichigos appearance. Ichigo has never really memorized how his classmates look like. He had no intention in befriending anyone in the first place, so why use up the reproductive memory by remembering anyone who didn't pique his interest. Ichigo averted his eyes from the person, seating himself, placing his head on his hand and dozing off into the infinity of the clear blue sky.
''Let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God,'' quoted the pale boy at the end of the class.
''What?'' Ichigo asked turning himself towards the other.
''Moby Dick… Although, I doubt that says anything to you,'' said the calm voice.
Ichigo was strangely confused. He didn't really understand if he was insulted or not, especially having no idea what a Moby Dick was.
The boy was slim, his black hair making his white skin seem even more transparent.
''Is there something on my face?''
''Is it a new fashion statement or something - guys using eyeliner?'' Ichigo pointed at his eye, hinting on the others strong usage of black make up.
The pale boy put down his book, staring blankly at Ichigo, piercing him with his big jade colored eyes.
''I didn't take you as someone, who cares about appearances,'' said the other monotonously.
The orange head was lost for words, a little disappointed in the fact that he was insulted for a second time in a row. He started thinking about how to come back at the pale boy, but was interrupted by a loud voice that rang from behind his back.
''Ulquiorra!''
Ichigo looked back to find a thin, taller male with aggressively bright pink hair. The pink haired stranger walked toward the black haired boy yawning in his steps.
''Ulqi-chaaaan! Give me your notes! '' The other commanded, while laying his head on Ulquiorras desk, resembling a cat who desperately wanted to be scratched behind his ear.
''Ulqi-chaaaan! The noooteeees... ''
slap
A white colored note book slapped the pink haired young man over his face.
''Thank you! Will bring it back in a jippy! '' The other said and walked back passing Ichigo.
''Hoo.. what do we have here?''
Ichigo looked at the tall figure raising his eyebrow, experiencing immense discomfort from the others interest in him.
''Wha-at?'' The orange head leaned back from the pink haired young man balancing himself on his chair.
''You're the scholarship boy, whos' dating big bros ex!''
''Dating whom?''
''You know, that buberella – Ori-whats' her face.''
The orange haired boy looked at the pink bastard questioningly, thinking if he really forgot Orihimes name or just tried to act cool.
'Anywho,'' the other continued, while reaching out his hand: ''My name is Szayelaporro Granz from class B, nice to meet you!''
Ichigo looked at the hand, answering the gesture with a handshake: ''Kurosaki.. Ichigo Kurosaki.''
''Nice to make you acquaintance, Strawberry-san!'' Smiled the other politely.
Strawberry!?
Then Ichigo remembered something. Without a single doubt in his mind, he asked: ''If you are that.. that guys brother… then you are also Grimmjows cousin?''
''Oh! You knew? That's a shocker. I mean it's not a secret or anything, but usually newcomers do not know much about the noble families' lineage,'' Szayelaporro said, still wearing his stupid eccentric smirk. ''But, you guessed correctly, Yllford and myself are somewhat connected with the Jaegerjaquez family, but despite being cousins we're practically strangers.'' The pink haired young man, stopped in his thoughts, while counting with his fingers. ''So, his father is the great-great-great grandchild of the woman who re-married like a hundred years ago our great-great-great granddad. So, basically we aren't even blood relatives. And even if we were, it doesn't make a difference, because the Jaegerjaquez noble blood was passed down with Grimmjows father.''
Ichigo looked disoriented by the amount of information that had nothing to do with him in the first place.
If they aren't a family, why does Girmmjow protect Orihime? … Fuck! Why should I concern myself with this?
''Aw, Strawberry-san, did I confuse you?'' Asked the pink haired boy, standing up from the desk and walking toward the classroom door. ''Ulquiorra, I'll bring the notebook back before the start of next period!'' Exclaimed the young man happily and disappearing out of the room, while waving the notebook in his hand.
''Curiosity killed the cat,'' said 'Ulquiorras calm voice in the distance.
After 15 minutes or so, the classroom started to fill itself with murmur of the students. Every time a person walked in Ichigo looked over to the door resembling a dog waiting for his owner. Of course, Ichigo wasn't worried, he was just curious to see in what state the blue eyed young man was after yesterday's ordeal. He was most surely not worried. After looking at the door for a 10th time, he was tired of acting like a pet every time he heard a male voice resembling the husk of the blue eyed bastard. He was pissed at himself and his obvious reaction. Ichigo placed his head on the desk, faking disinterest, but was woken up by a high pitched laugh.
''Hahaha.. what happened to you! Did the swag monster chew you up and spit you out or something!?''
''Say that again asshole!''
Ichigo raised his head, hearing a familiar baritone. But, after seeing the person walking from the front of the class, he lets just say was a little dumbfounded.
It was a totally a one eighty. The blue haired boy, didn't have so much as a trace of a liner anymore, no hair gel. The only accessory he had left was a small shimmer of a diamond in his right ear. He had a white shirt on, with a raised up collar that was untucked under his new black blazer. He was wearing the same white trousers every male was wearing in the school, making him look almost ordinary according to the schools standards. It was a shocker that the rebellious Grimmjow looked like a rich kid and not like a delinquent from the slums. The blue eyed young man walked the same route as he always did, to the back of the class, turning his eyes towards Ichigo. They eyes met almost mechanically and the noise coming from the still half full class gradually stopped ringing in the orange haired youths ears. All his senses where directed to the others bottomless blue gaze.
''Kurosaki-kun!''
Ichigo was shaken out of his mesmerized state by a pair of big boobs suddenly appearing in front of his face.
''Hi, Orihime,'' Ichigo looked up at the cute face of the busty female, whose smiling brown eyes where glittering with happiness of seeing the other. The girl sat down behind him, opening the view to the place where the mesmerizing figure was standing just a couple of seconds ago.
Grimmjow was long gone and speaking with his classmates at the end of the class.
He seems to be doing fine. No visible injures at least.
Though Ichigo while looking over to where Grimmjow was standing. Ichigo wasn't worried that anyone will see his obvious interest in the blue haired young man, because all the pupils, especially the female ones where analyzing the others sudden change in style. Ichigo noticed that Grimmjow seemed calmer than usual, hands put away into the pockets of his trousers and a smile visible where an eccentric laugh was before.
''Grimmjow seems different, '' said Orihime. ''I wonder if something happened to him?''
A couple of lessons passed without any problems. No one interrupted the teacher and the class was shockingly silent. Ichigo understood right away that Grimmjow was most probably responsible for this. If he was quiet no one wanted to step into the spot light without the permission of the ring leader. There were a handful of pupils left after the third lesson. Grimmjow disappeared somewhere; his gang that consisted of five people was gone with him. And the class of course mimicked his actions and disappeared into thin air.
At last, it was the end of the day and the time for the club activities to start. Ichigo walked into the changing room, noticing the guys of the athletics club looking into a one specific direction. Ichigo followed the trajectory of the confused glances, finding himself looking at a mess of familiar blue hair sticking out behind an unoccupied locker. Ichigo walked towards his locker, walking pass the other, noticing Grimmjow who was changing into a pair of black track pants.
What the.. why is he here?
Ichigo opened his locker and took out a white tank top out of his bag. He started gradually undressing himself, when noticing that the small mirror on his door reflected the tall blue haired youths half naked back. Ichigo analysed the lean, slightly tanned, muscular figure that was bearing itself from the white shirt. Grimmjows perfectly sculpted back was covered in small scratches and bluish bruises. There was also a tattoo decorating the upper back of the other. The tattoo consisted of several images that blended perfectly with each other. It was a black panther attacking a snake on a white and black tribal canvas, small sakura petals typical for a yakuza persona didn't take away any masculinity of the image. ''Faggot…, '' said Grimmjow in a load enough voice for Ichigo to hear. The blue eyed youth turned around facing the reflection of Ichigos mirror.
Ichigo turned around squinting his eyes when noticing another tattoo on the left side of Grimmjows' abdomen. It was a tribal styled black number 6, same size as a regular cigarette pack.
''Stop looking, you bitch ass fairy!'' Shot Grimmjow punching his fist into the locker next to Ichigos. The brown eyed male looked at Grimmjow, calm as a brick wall.
''Hate to break it to you, but I was just admiring the ink,'' said Ichigo, ignoring the outburst of the aggressive young man. Grimmjows killer intent was switched with a smirk in a blink of an eye.
''You like?'' He walked back to his locker, taking out a skin tight white t-shirt.
''Yes. They suit you,'' said Ichigo, calmly, while putting on a pair of black shorts. ''When I was still a first year, at some point I was moments a way of getting one.''
''Hoo.. what stopped you? '' Asked Grimmjow closing the locker and leaning against it, while crossing his hands over his chest.
''I passed out.''
''Pussy!''
''Shut it!'' Growled the orange head, slightly flustered. ''I was hammered out of my mind. Thankfully, I didn't do it, I would hate it for the rest of my life if I did.''
''Well, if you decide to, I have a friend, who has a tattoo studio. Not cheap though, but nothing good can come from a cheap ass tattoo anyway.''
Ichigo decided not to answer to the previous statement, pondering on how him and Grimmjow were able to have a regular conversation.
''See you at the track,'' said the blue eyed youth while walking out of the changing room.
Ichigo was still busy with tying his shoe laces, trying to stops his hands from shivering.
Fuck…
''Glad that you could make it Kurosaki-san,'' said the blond haired coach seeing Ichigo jogging towards the field. The others were already warming up for the 35m sprint.
''Sorry.. Izuru-sensei''
''No worries,'' smiled the young coach: ''go make your stretches.''
After something like twenty minutes Izuru-sensei started putting the boys in pairs of two, according to their previous data. The blond haired sensei, traced his notebook with his finger, gradually stopping on two names: ''First - Funaki with Asahara.''
The guys at the club where fast, so it was hard to understand according to what kind of data the coach was placing the pairs into. Ichigo had run with both of the guys who were in the first pair. Of course he managed to pass them, but still, compared with the guys from his previous school, these guys were still pro level.
''Ok… good.. 4.82 and 4.83. Next! Hatayama and Ichikawa.''
Ichigo analysed the run of every club member, glancing towards Grimmjow, who was staring blankly into nothing.
I wonder, what time he will show?
Ichigo remembered how the old man boasted about his son who has participated in several competitions. This of course made Ichigo more or less curious.
''Good! Next one.. Vega aaaaaand… Jaegerjaquez.''
''What!? '' shouted Ggio: ''Coach! Grimmjow hasn't been taking part in anything for more than a half a year now. Put me together with someone more challenging!''
Ggio was a full of himself brat, who has been representing Seirei in several championships for the second year in a row. His popularity as the schools athlete was indeed immense. Ichigo never ran in a pair with him, but that was of course, because Ichigo never gave his hundred per cent. Beating Ggio would cause unneeded attention from his pears and that was something Ichigo wanted to avoid at all costs.
''Coach!'' Ggio was severely ignored by Grimmjow, who already was making a stance on the track.
''Fine.. don't cry your eyes out, when I beat your rusted punk ass.''
''Start..! 3.82 Grimm… 4.35 Vega!''
Ichigos eyes widened, he already saw that Grimmjow had amazing reflexes and a killer punch. But his run, he was as fast as a bullet.
Grimmjow walked back, seemingly nonchalant, not even showing a trace of a sweat. Ggio on the other hand was red in his face, pissed about the obvious difference in their strength. ''One more time!'' Ggio cried out, but was ignored by his opponent and the other club members, who were staring at the blue eyed male with endless admiration.
''Ho!'' said Izuru, with a small glint in his eyes: ''Let's make it more interesting, shall we? Kurosaki, come here!''
''What?'' Ggio shot out. ''Coach! Let me run again!''
''You obviously aren't at the level,'' said the blond man, putting down the results into his notebook.
''But, coach! Kurosaki? I mean yes, his fast, but his not as fast as me!''
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow, who was walking calmly back to the starting line. The blue haired youth seemed quite calm showing no interest towards the loser and his arguments.
Ichigo walked up to Grimmjow, remembering the prophesy of Grimmjows father. According to the man, he was someone who can be a challenge for Grimmjow. Which means, if he will lose on purpose then most probably he would be able to return to his normal, casual and calm life.
Ichigo looked in front seeing the finish line clearly.
I just need to lose.
Ichigo thought while preparing himself for the stance.
I just need to run like usual. No one will notice.
He glanced over to his running partner and was overwhelmed to see the serious face of the other. Grimmjows eyes were concentrated on the finish line. Seeing this made Ichigos mind go blank and only one sentence appeared in his head that crushed all of his thoughts to a state of nothing.
I need to win…
''On your marks…get set! GO!''
Woah, amazing…
Ichigo felt something; he didn't feel for a long time - a challenge.
Win.. I need to win!
''3.49''
''What!?'' The other club members were dumbfounded by the result. Grimmjow and Ichigo went head in head and got the same time. Ichigo indeed ran in a speed he has long forgotten. Was it Grimmjow dedication or a long awaited challenge, he didn't even care anymore. Running in all speed made him feel like his old self again. But, the feeling of course was blurred out by one thought. Ichigo knew now that from this point onward there was a risk of being even more noticeable than he already was. The boy never wanted to stand out in the first place and now he is most like deemed to forget what a calm life supposed to be like.
Ichigo ignored the admiring glances of the others during the whole practice while being pissed at himself and confused because of his actions. Grimmjow managed to trigger something in him. Something that he didn't want to show to anyone in this school. Especially after he was told that the whole reason he is a student of Seirei is to be Grimmjows trigger.
Ichigo took a quick shower after the club activates ended and changed into his uniform. After swiftly grabbing his bag he walked into a long corridor trying to restore his cool.
I'll ignore him from now on. Seeing a rival in him, will bring only trouble.
After thinking this he was stopped in his pace by a husky voice that he remembered right away to be Grimmjows.
''Why so depressed?'' Grimmjow walked up next to him, holding an obviously overpriced sports bag over his shoulder.
''Not depressed, just.. nothing,'' Ichigo turned his head facing the white wall of the corridor.
''The coach wants us on his A team,'' Grimmjow said while walking with Ichigo towards the exit.
''I'll be leaving the club,'' said Ichigo stopping in his footsteps.
''I thought as much, that's why I'm not staying either,'' said Grimmjow, showing a small trace of a smile.
''What? Why?'' Ichigo looked at Grimmjow questioningly.
''Let's face it. Although, you managed to hide the fact that your stronger than the others in that stupid club. You're still stronger. And the only person who can give you a challenge is me,'' the blue eyed youth said a smirk drawing itself on his face.
Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow, hating on himself for the words that he decided to say without thinking: ''Will you be acting like a stupid brat forever? Your father he..''
Grimmjow expression changed in a split second, there wasn't a hint of a smile anymore. A death glare was accompanied by his aggressive words: ''What did that old man tell you!?''
''No.. nothing in particular,'' said Ichigo trying to hide his expression under his long orange bangs. Grimmjow moved closer to Ichigo placing a hand on his chest. ''What did that fucktard tell you?!'' Ichigo felt that the other was getting more and more agitated and him keeping quiet could resolve in a meaningless fight.
''His worried about you..''
Grimmjow placed his hand on his forehead, laughing out loudly like hearing a joke of a lifetime: ''That fucking geezer.''
''So?'' Grimmjow grabbed the front of Ichigos shirt: ''What did that bastard promise you for babysitting me?''
''Babysitting?''
''I knew that it was strange have you backed me up yesterday. And the way you looked at me today, with those damn eyes.'' Grimmjow pushed Ichigo against the wall, still clenching Ichigos shirt, tightly.'' Those eyes… looking down on me!'' Grimmjow was pissed and Ichigo felt the hairs on his back stand up from the pure aggressiveness overpowering his senses.
Ichigo shot a glare to the other, suppressing the urge to push Grimmjow away from himself.
''Let me go, Grimmjow,'' the orange head said in a calm voice.
''Why the fuck should I listen to a bitch ass no one!''
''Let go!'' Growled the brown eyed youth.
The blue haired male pissed at the others passive reaction punched his fist into the wall next to the big mosaic window.
''You bitch.. How much did he promise to pay you! Hah? You're not better than that whore Orihime. You low class fuckers, only know how to stick to the higher class for affection and cash!''
Ichigo felt his patience cracking.
''Come again?'' Ichigo muttered.
''You heard me!'' Grimmjow, pushed himself on Ichigos torso, whispering slightly into his ear: ''You – are – a – low class whore!''
Ichigo grabbed the front of Grimmjows shirt, while planting his knee into the others stomach, making Grimmjow release his tight grip. Grimmjow was still feeling the throbbing pain from the beating he received yesterday. Ichigo at this stage didn't care if Grimmjow would manage to get him kicked out from school and he surely didn't care if he will fight his lackeys in the future. He disrespected him and his friend, at this stage his dignity was pushed into a corner and Ichigo wasn't a weakling to get insulted by an egocentric prick.
Ichigo took of his jacket and dropped it on the floor with his bag. He took Grimmjow by his hair and planted his knee to the others face, making Grimmjow stagger a couple of steps back.
''I won't hit the back of your head,'' Ichigo said, while getting ready for the next kick that was set to hit the others knee cap. But, alas.. Grimmjow saw that coming; dodging the attack he punched Ichigo into his stomach and into his chin in a swift motion.
Grimmjow spit out a small amount of blood. He touched his bleeding lower lip and analysed the same blood on his fingers.
''You know, your lame ass pussy attacks are so predictable,'' said the blue eyed tyrant and pushed Ichigo into the wall with his foot. The feeling of getting run over by a bus would seem like a pat on the head compared to the amount of pain that Ichigo was feeling at that very moment.
Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, disappointingly. ''You're not worth my time, Kurosaki.'' The blue eyed youth walked back to get his bag from the floor, after which he made his way to the route he was set on in the first place. He managed to walk a couple of steps but was stopped by a hand that was gripping onto his shoulder.
Ichigo didn't know why and he didn't understand his reasons for the things he wanted to say, but: ''I'm.. sorry.. Grimmjow.''
''Stop fucking with me,'' Grimmjow growled and pushed Ichigo away. The push being strong enough for Ichigo to stagger a couple of steps back towards a window behind him. Seeing that Grimmjow understood that if the window would break, Ichigo would have more than a couple of bruises as a souvenir. The blue haired young man grabbed Ichigos hand and pulled him back, collapsing on his back and pulling the orange head down with him.
Ichigo lay there, breathing in the faint scent of Grimmjows cologne, making him slightly intoxicated. He felt his chest hurting and his pulse racing a mile in a minute. The blue haired youth placed his hands on each side of the floor. Quietly he analysed the old Gothic styled canvas decorating the ceiling. He felt Ichigos heavy breathing on his neck that was accompanied with a small tickle of the other males bangs. After calming his breathing Ichigo put his hand on the floor and pushed his upper body up facing Grimmjow who was drilling holes into the sealing. Grimmjows looked up, his ocean deep eyes looking through Ichigos hazel ones, he pushed himself up on his elbows, being now a cm away from Ichigos dumbfounded face. The blue haired male analysed the face of the other, making Ichigos cheeks glow a pinkish blush. The orange haired youth felt his heart beating as fast as a jackhammer. His palms sweating and his mouth running dry like a Sahara Desert, he hoped that the other will not notice his virginal reaction. Grimmjow raised his eyebrow, moving his lips lazily he put together a series of words: ''You're heavy.''
''Ahem''
Ichigo and Grimmjow looked right simultaneously, seeing a small girlish like boy, showing a smile resembling that of a Cheshire cat.
The orange head pushed himself up from Grimmjows hard torso, walking back to get his jacket and bag. Grimmjow sat up, crossing his legs and looking at Luppi with a questioning look.
''The homeroom teacher wants to talk to you,'' said Luppi addressing Grimmjow, but still directing his wide smile at Ichigo. The orange haired youth was feeling the glance of the small figure all the way he walked through the wide corridor until he managed to close the door behind him.
Grimmjow stood up, taking his bag from the floor: ''What does that old twat want from me?''
''Nothing!'' Smiled Luppi, ''I lied! If I wouldn't speak up, you would most likely be devoured!''
''What are you talking about?'' Asked Grimmjow with an obvious disinterest in the subject.
''Hmm.. you're welcome,'' said Luppi while walking back to the opposite direction.
Ichigo reached his home suppressing the throbbing pain still lingering in his chest from the beating he received from the blue eyed bastard and from his pulse that nearly gave him a heart attack. After closing the door behind him, he swiftly started to remove his clothes and stepped inside the shower cabin, hoping that the clean water will be able to wash away the bizarre experience. Ichigo placed his hands on the tile in front of him, his head lowered the memories started to come back to him in a rapid speed. He felt Grimmjows breath on his face, his cologne still over-wrapping his flesh like the water drops that were caressing his naked body.
''No..nonono…,'' Ichigo muttered: ''No fucking way!'' He cried out and hit the tile with his already scratched knuckles.
Next morning Ichigo woke up as usual, earlier then the alarm clock on his phone was able to start playing. Yet again, the youth couldn't get any sleep. The nightmares he used to have in his past where now mixed up with the unbearable contradicting thought he had for the past couple of days. He was hoping that the thing from yesterday was a bad dream caused by stress from the new environment. Unfortunately, his hopes were crushed when seeing the big bruise on his chest reflecting from the mirror. Ichigo started to rampage his cabinet for some salve he used for the pain from his previous injures. He pushed a little ointment on his fingers and started to rub it in from the center, feeling still the tingling pain that overpowered his body. Ichigo raised his eyes to see his worn-out expression. His thoughts were gradually filling with the memories from yesterday. The face of that person. The person, that he had such mixed feeling about. He was so near. He could practically feel the skin of the other touching his. Ichigo placed a hand under his bangs, exhaling heavily.
Fuck..
Ichigo walked the same route to school, stopping gradually at the intersection. The school was clearly visible from that point. He wanted to turn around more than ever in his life, but his feet kept on moving. Maybe it's because of his nature, but he still would rather die than run away. If his father was able to cope with his work, with his daughters living in another city and the passing of his mother, then his problems were just fly shit compared to that.
Fuck it!
Ichigo gradually reached the school gates, confused by seeing a figure standing next to the gate so early in the morning.
Ulquiorra?
The orange haired youth squinted his eyes gradually remembering the person to be the boy from yesterday.
''Hello, Kurosaki-kun,'' the boys smile reached up to his eyes.
''And you are?''
''Luperdon di Antenor, but everyone calls me Luppi for short.''
Ichigo looked at the boy raising a questioning eyebrow: ''I'm Ichi..''
''Yeah, yeah.. Ichigo Kurosaki-kun,'' interrupted the small boy: ''We are in the same class you know? You should pay more attention to your surroundings.''
Ichigo scratched his nape, gradually remembering that he indeed has seen the smaller figure standing next to Grimmjow in the class, along with some other people.
''So, not to be rude, '' continued the boy walking next to Ichigo: ''I did a little background check on you.''
Ichigo shot a questioning glance at the shorter male.
''Born July 15th in a small town in South West of Japan. No noble heritage what so ever. Has two younger sisters. A father who is a doctor in the central clinic. Strong physical attributes and quite average academically, if you ask me.''
''You know that looking through a student's file is illegal?'' Commented Ichigo still showing no particular interest in the other.
''Hmmm,'' Luppi smiled and continued: ''Best friends Sado, Keigo and Mizuiro. Longest relationship with a tomboy Tatsuki Arisawa, who is currently studying in Bradford, UK. Seen the picture aaaaand what's so good about a butch girl anyway? ''
Ichigo stopped in his steps: ''Why do you.. ''
''Favorite food fried rice with shrimp. Doesn't like people calling him Ichi-chan, Ichi-tan and strawberry. Loves Persian cats… so cute! Doesn't smoke nor drink, although did both in the first year of middle school. Although, considering the time you lost your mother I'm not surprised that…''
''Shut up!''
''Calm down there big boy, I'm just messing with your head. Now do you get the idea? ''
''Yeah, you're a nosy ass brat. '' Ichigo pushed Luppi into a wall trying to keep his calm so not to strangle the little brat.
''Aw, Ichi-kun, you're so mean!'' pouted Luppi underlining his obvious sarcasm.
''Who the fuck are you!?'' Ichigo growled, with his eyes set on murder.
''Like I said,'' the smaller male wrapped his arms around Ichigos neck placing his forehead to his: ''I'm Luppi.'' He let go of Ichigo and walked further through the hall: ''It's like a name and a title. You'll see.''
Ichigo restoring his composure followed the short boy stopping abruptly when the other stopped in front of him.
''God, your lame!'' Luppi turned around facing the orange head. ''So?''
''So? What?'' Ichigo asked a little freaked out by the other.
''Now you know that I know anything there is to know,'' Luppi smirked at the other. ''Ask me anything you like.''
Ichigo scratched his mess of hair and decided to move past the other without making any effort to open his mouth.
''Laaaame!'' The smaller figure ran next to Ichigo grabbing his hand. ''Come on! I know that you want to know? ''
''For example, what? ''
''God, your such a jock,'' Luppi commented on the others lack of logic.
''About Orihime, for example? Or her connection to the blue haired you know who?''
''Not interested!''
''Hah, why?''
''If I would have anything to ask, I would ask the person in question.''
Luppi crossed his arms on his chest, looking at the back of the leaving figure: ''What's the big idea of acting all cool now?''
Ichigo entered the seemingly empty class room, noticing the stoic pale male sitting in his usual place.
''Rough morning?''Ulquiorra asked concentrated on his book.
Ichigo walked to his seat, placing his bag on the desk: ''More like, creepy little midgets invading my personal space morning.''
''From the looks of it you started to get acquainted with your fellow class mates,'' said the jade eyed young man turning to the next page.
''I rather not,'' said Ichigo placing his head on the bag on his desk.
''If Antenor decided to approach you, '' Ulquiorra stopped while putting the book down and resting his head on his long fingers: ''means he sees potential in you.''
Ichigo raised his head, turning his gaze to the pale boy.
''His like a… let's just say, a scout,'' explained Ulquiorra.
Ichigo turned his gaze back to the window, closing his eyes in the process.
The pale boy on the other hand continued: ''everyone in this class, except for you is the offspring of a wealthy family. I can imagine you already know that Grimmjow is one of the few nobles in this fine establishment. Means, he will hold the most power out of the lot. His decisions, maybe not the most reliable ones, hold power even now, among the student body that is. And the lot that surrounds him, if you ask me, is just… recyclable trash.''
The orange head turned his head, now facing the other way, hinting on his vague interest on the subject. ''What does this have to do with me?'' Asked Ichigo, calmly analyzing the wall.
''You,'' Ichigo was shocked senseless feeling the long cold fingers running through his hear.
How, the fuck did he get here?! He was sitting in the back just as second ago.
''Are no noble nor have you yet became trash, ''said Ulquiorra moving his fingers from the orange mess of hair to the boy's cheek. ''Only time will tell what will become of you.''
NA: I like Luppi. He's so cute, I would like to tie him up in my basement.
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