A/N:So I finally got the second chappy out, Woot! Lol From getting distracted, other ideas, school, work and then my internet fucking up it's been quite the task to get this done but with the help from Tiana Misoro, who edited this chappy I finally got it out ^^ Thank the lord, now on to school work once again, D=
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When I was growing up, my mother always told me that love was a precious word that should not be thrown around easily, and that the heart is very delicate, and when broken, takes a very long time to heal. As I got into my teens, and brought home my first boyfriend, she made sure that I understood the difference between puppy love and the love that lasts forever. She never wanted me to hurt, never wanted me to experience the trials of a broken heart. My mother is a protector, an over bearing, obsessive, protective lioness who would rather stab herself in the eye then watch her kids get hurt. Out of everything in my childhood, I think that this right here is what fucked me up the most, because now I have the biggest issue saying 'I love you'. Not once in my entire life has it come out of my mouth to someone who I was dating, not even in high school. This is why ninety percent of my relationships end. Not because I cheat, or because I'm a bad boyfriend, whatever the fuck does make you a bad boyfriend, but because we get so far into the relationship, and then they say 'I love you', and I just don't feel it, so I say nothing back... Okay, maybe I should learn to say nothing back, maybe if I just smiled and nodded I wouldn't be in this situation right now. Thanks a lot mom.
"What did you say?" I stared down into deep blue eyes. Silvery heat radiated from them, spitting back at me with the intent to burn.
"Thank you?" It ended up coming out as more of a question then any thing. I hated awkward situations, and the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt Uyruu but fuck, it's not my fault! Blame my mother, that's what I do, and things seem to work out okay.
"Thank you? You actually said thank you?" Well this is great. I can see where this is heading, and maybe if we speed this up, I can make it home in time for the game. Wow I'm a douche bag, now why can't that be a question?
"Um, I think I just clarified that. No need to repeat it a thousand times." I thank the god's that I have quick reflexes because if I didn't, that dictionary he'd just thrown would have nailed me right between the eyes. Well maybe the gods and my dad, guess I should give him some credit too.
"I say I love you and you say thank you! Are you an idiot! What the hell is wrong with you?" Why is it people can never seem to understand that if you're not ready, you're not ready? I would really love to know that. You date for five months, and it's like it's fuckin' expected of you.
"Whoa, okay I know I said thank you, but no need to try to decapitate me with a fuckin' dictionary! It was a fuckin' Japanese-English one for god sakes! Did ya not feel the ten pound weight?"
"I know which one it was. I figured that if I tossed the dictionary at you, it might be able to absorb a better sense of language into your brain, so you could maybe come up with something better to say then thank you!"
"Wait wouldn't you want to toss a thesaurus at me instead?" I questioned with a cocked brow, and I think I saw a vein pop in his forehead. Well that's just gross.
"It's been five months Uryuu. What the fuck did you expect, marriage?"
"I can't help the way I feel!" His voice cracked, and his eyes widened when he noticed, quickly composing himself.
"Neither can I." I found myself calm and composed, and deep in the back of my mind, I was asking myself why I always managed to find the fast, clingy ones.
Because you have a giant neon sign plastered above your head that says, 'HEY CRAZIES COME DATE ME!'
I couldn't help but snort at my own thoughts. It's not like Uyruu was crazy or anything, he was just a tad upset at the moment. I mean ya had to be. My mom always said it hurt to get your heart broken, not that I would know seeing as getting my heart broken involved falling in love, which I never had. The only thing I can remember wailing over, claiming that the world was over, was when I was seven and our pet cat Haze got hit by a car. But, again I was seven and that cat was my life! Damn fur ball can still manage to choke me up every now and again.
"I'm looking for someone who's serious Grimmjow. Not someone who wants to screw around, someone who's most important person is himself." Uryuu's cold voice broke me out of my fleeting thoughts, and I looked down into his dark eyes once again, my jaw set as I spoke.
"Then why are you with me?" Raven hair covered his eyes, his glasses becoming shaded as he bent his head down, and I let out a long sigh as I walked over to the table, picking up my keys, and shoving them into the pocket of my leather jacket.
"I-I thought you were different…." His words where barely whispered as I made my way over to the front door, but I turned one last time before I left for good.
"No you didn't. I never once put on any airs for you. You got what ya got, just sorry that it wasn't good enough for ya." My words held no heat, no sarcasm or sadness, just straight facts. I just felt bad that he fell for me, kind of, sort of…..Okay actually no, I really don't feel bad. Not my fault he's got shit for brains in that department.
"Me too." His whisper was barely there as I left the small apartment, and by the time I had gotten to my bike, Uyruu was the last thing on my mind.
Well that's another strike out for ya Grimm, how many has that been now?
For the second time that night I let out a long sigh. I really had no fuckin' luck in relationships.
Maybe I should become straight, and start dating women instead? See what they have to offer.
My mind began to fizzle as scary thoughts, and nasty images of vagina's and breasts began to produce in my mind, and I had to shake my whole self to rid myself of the nightmarish thoughts. Fuckin' dad and his stupid, 'ya need to be a man son, real men look at breasts!' Fuck that shit, real men have dicks, and that's all that matters to me.
As I started up my bike, I let the loud roar of the engine melt into my mind, filling it full of nothing but noise, draining away any thoughts of dumb ass men, nasty womanly parts, idiot fathers, and just relationships in general.
When I got home, I was pleased to see that the flat had been completely cleaned. Floors sparkling to perfection, walls gleaming in all their glory, and I sniffed the air, letting the delicious sent of home made cooking fill my nose.
Mom's here.
"Hey mom, next time ya break in I'm callin' the cops!" I called out, and I heard her heart filled laughter fill my ears, and I couldn't help but smile.
I absolutely adored my mother. She was the only woman in my life who I truly loved. She was heart warming, caring, loving, protective, mouthy, and intuitive all at the same time. Everything a mother should be. She also had a knack for breaking into my apartment, cleaning it, and making me food every now and then. Not that I was complaining or anything. When it really comes down to it, I'm a total mommas boy, but if anybody ever called me that, I'd break their face of course.
"She didn't break in this time. I actually was home, and let her in, but I did catch her trying to climb up the fire escape with grocery bags galore." Renji's voice boomed out from the kitchen, and I watched as he came around the corner clad in a blue frilly apron, along with the most disgruntled look on his face, causing me to burst out laughing. Thank god I didn't get shanghaied into helping mom cook. She has a thing for cute stuff; a huge fashionista, always finding the most adorableshit to put me and Ren in to embarrass us to no end. At least she thought it was adorable.
"Mom! Are ya tryin' to kill your self? For the love of god, check the damn apartment first before ya go all Spiderman on our asses!"
"Oh Grimmjow, you guys worry too much. I'm as spry as ever, well just yesterday me and your father-"
"Oh, LA LA LA LA! I don't want to hear anything that has to do with you and dad being spry! Fuck only knows where that'll lead." Just the thought of where that conversation could lead had me breaking out in a rash; I had walked in on it once, and was forever scarred.
"Dear god no! We don't need that info, and secondly can I take this off Avy?" Renji's tone was desperate as he looked at my mother, and I almost laughed when she sighed.
"Yes honey you can. God my only wish was that I would have a little girl, but after your brother was born Grimmjow, your father was just so against having another child."
"Thank god." I mumbled as I headed for the kitchen to see what they had cooked. My eyes brightened when I saw the large pot of lasagna cooling on top of the oven, causing my mouth to water instantly. It was no fair that my brother got to eat this everyday, fucking young bastard still getting to live at home, which reminded me...
"How's Atti anyway?" I asked well I grabbed oven mitts to help carry the large pot over to the dinner table well Renji went to gather plates, silverware, and glasses.
Renji and I had met in University, became fast friends, and have been inseparable ever since. He also got thrown head first into our family, my mother treating him as one of her own, well my father loved to boast about him as if he was the one who raised him. Now that I think about it, my dad asked about Renji more then he asked about me or Atticus. The old man was going senile I swear.
"Oh he's doing well. He's bringing his girlfriend over to meet us tomorrow, and I want you to be there." Both Renji and I let out loud groans as she spoke. Renji knew that when she said you she meant both of us. The real problem was that all of Atti's relationships ended horribly, worse then mine. The last girl he dated, he had to get a restraining order against because she was breaking into our house at night, and watching him sleep, creepy ass bitch.
"I'll pray for him." I let out a low grunt as I was backhanded for my words. My mom didn't like any of the girls he brought home either, but my sarcastic remarks never helped any. Personally it's what got me by, mentally at least.
"Your sarcasm doesn't help anybody Grimmjow. Now shut up, eat, and leave your poor brother's bad luck alone."
"Yes mother."
With that, we all sat down to fill our guts with the most delicious food anyone could ever eat. My mom was pure Italian through and through, and absolutely loved to cook, more then anything. She had always tried to get me and my brother into it, but we never got the hang of it. That and we could give two shits less about it, always telling her that's what she's for, earning us a hard smack.
"So how's Uyruu?" I looked up to meet my mother's cold blue gaze, causing my food to get caught in my throat. My mom hated Uyruu with a passion, saying he was cold, critical, and nothing more then a door mat. My mom could be pretty harsh when she wanted.
Well this should make her day then.
"Dumped him, or well he dumped me? I dunno, but either way he said I love you, I said thank you, and it ended there." Taking one last mouthful of food, I glanced up to see Renji smirking as he stuffed garlic bread into his mouth, well my mother held a proud smile.
"Good, he was all wrong for you honey. Personally, I don't even know why you dated him." I just shrugged my shoulders as my mom began to clear the table, going into the kitchen to cut up dessert.
"Something to pass the time I guess." The words were mumbled, but I knew she heard them from the loud sigh she let out from the kitchen.
About five minutes later of complete silence, she came back into the dinning room, chestnut brown curls shading her face as she placed the chocolate mousse on the table. I glanced down to find the mousse delicately decorated with white chocolate shavings, whipped cream, and a single strawberry that had been sliced five times so it fanned out nicely against the hard chocolate that topped the creamy dessert.
"You really should work in a restaurant, or own your own bakery mom. I almost feel guilty for eating this... almost." Of course all thoughts of guilt flew out the window as I ate the sweet. The wonderful food bringing back warm memories of my childhood, the times that I liked the most, when we were all together.
"I don't like hearing that you date to pass the time. It's not fair to those people Grimm. Those people who invest things, and go in thinking there could be something." Sighing out, I got up to place my now empty plate into the dishwasher, ignoring the curious gaze of my roommate.
"I don't do it for fun, I did like Uyruu mom. I'm young though, I can take the time to find someone, not everyone is looking for love right now, especially not me. Fuck someone who I could rely on, or someone who I knew wasn't going to jump in head first would be great."
Seriously was it so fucking hard to find someone who was willing to just be themselves, not carry all the extra bullshit, and maybe, just maybe fucking not go in expecting something? That's all I wanted right now, was to find someone who expected nothing more then for me to be me. That would be fucking great.
"You're twenty seven years old Grimmjow, you don't have forever t-"
"Avy, I think you should just let this one go. Grimm knows what he wants, just let this one be." Renji spoke out, stopping my mother from her never ending rant that somehow always ended up in the direction of marriage and kids. She wanted me to adopt so she could at least have grandkids. Personally, the thought of having kids gave me the chills. Anything that sat below my knee, and was human gave me the creeps. It's not that I hated kids, it's just that I preferred not having to clean up their shitty diapers, puke stained clothes, and entertain them for hours on end. I'll stick to cats thanks, dogs are nice too, fuck even a damn bird sounds better then a fucking kid.
"Birds are nice." Both my mom and Renji stared at me like I had three heads, and I let out a satisfied hum as I sat down onto the couch, flicking on the TV to catch what was left of the football game.
That'll have them thinking for awhile.
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As Renji and I pulled up to my house, we both found ourselves groaning at the sight of my old house. The pitch black roof stood out greatly against the bright white house, causing the red stained door to stand out even more. My mother had a weird thing for southern styled homes, so when my father first proposed, the first thing he did was build her this house, her dream home, and my mother said it was the best gift she had ever received. Personally, I would have asked for a car.
"You know as much as I love your family for treating me like one of their own, I really don't see why I have to be here. It's not like he's my brother." Renji whined from the passenger seat of my Jeep, and I shot him a large grin.
"I warned ya didn't I? The moment my father says that you're like a son to him, you're in it for the long hall."
"I hate you." Renji's whine was now a dark grumble as we exited the car, and my loud cackle could probably be heard for miles as we walked up the sleek pathway to the front door.
Before I even had a chance to knock, the heavy door was flung open to reveal my younger brother, or as Renji liked to call him, Mini Grimm. Atticus stood around 5'11, had a muscular build and a messy shag of dark brown hair that sat roughly at his shoulders. We could probably pull off being twins if it wasn't for the hair, that and all his features where a smudge softer. His eyes not as hard, more open and less cat like, more innocent. Out of the two of us, Atticus was the sweet kid, the one who you fell to when you needed someone, but we both hold the same sharp temper, and our parents loved us for that.
"Hey!" Bright blue eyes gleamed as he spoke, a large smile breaking onto his face as he jumped for me, causing me to roll my eyes as strong arms wrapped around me, giving me a bear hug of a lifetime.
"Thank god you're here! Mom actually likes Orihime, and it's scaring the living shit out of me and dad! I think we're going into shock." Roughly pulling away, I stared at him with confused eyes, before I saw that he was being serious, and my mouth dropped.
Mom never liked anyone we brought home, okay well anyone Atticus brought home. I never brought anyone home for good reason.
"Holy shit, call the fuckin' cops, I think she's lost it."
"Hey ya haven't even met her yet, and you're already talking shit, lighten up okay? Orihime's a great girl and besides, I think she's the one." The confident smile was extremely deceiving. If you didn't know my brother better then you'd think he was head over heals in love, but I did know him better, any woman who had a large rack was the one.
"Oh my bad Atti, I mean the last one was so promising, how's that restraining order holding up anyway?"
"It's holding up great asshole, and yes I do lock my windows at night just in case you're wondering." Even though he had a hard glare set onto his face, I knew he wasn't mad, just a little miffed that I had said that.
"Great now let's go meet this lovely lady that has our mother so fuckin' happy, shit maybe the bitch drugged her, what's her occupation?"
"Jackass, she works at a vet cli-" My brother's eyes went wide in a sudden rush of fear, causing both Renji ans I to burst out laughing. Oh ya this chick's turning out to be a total winner, apparently the fear of the last chick still hasn't worn off.
"S-Shut up, Hime's not like that you bastards!"
"Oh ya and you seem so damn confident in that department don't ya Atticus?" Atticus was back inside the house in a second, slamming the door in our faces as we laughed. Five minutes later my dad was the one who finally let us in. Demetrius Jagerjaques stood shaking his head, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he smacked up both hard with his rolled up newspaper.
"Don't harass your brother about his new girl friend, he's…..sensitive." I couldn't help but cock a brow at my dad's lame excuse for my brother.
"Do you like her?" Renji asked in curiosity, and I glanced over to find my dad's deep gray eyes holding nothing more then lack of sleep, and a tinge of humor.
"Does it really matter? She has huge boobs, so she's the one." Letting out a loud snort, I pushed my dad forward so we could finally get into the house.
"So did the last chick, but we all know how that story went."
"Maybe he should go for someone flat chested." I glanced over to see Renji pondering his own words, and I just shook my head.
"Or maybe he should try men." This got me a hard smack to the back of the head.
"Grimmjow don't say that! As if you've had any luck yourself in that department. Being it men or women, when was the last time you brought someone home, hmmm?" I thought for a long, hard second before blurting out my answer.
"1959."
"You weren't even born then." Both Renji and my dad said, and I just laughed.
"I know, that should tell you something." Of course I had brought guys home, many times its just I hadn't come out to my dad till a couple years ago. I'd prefer him not to know the wonderful things his oldest son was actually doing well he thought he was doing girls.
"So then I told him that he needs to-" My mom's words suddenly cut off when the three of us entered the room, a bright smile adorning her face as she ran up to hug us.
"Thank you for coming you two, come over here and meet Orihime." I glanced over to see my brother sending both Renji and I a hard glare as he held his girlfriend's hand. My eyes landing on the bright orange hair that fell down over, of course, an extremely large set of tits. It boggled my mind how she could possibly stand completely erect with those beach balls weighing her petite frame down. Finally moving on, I got to her face that was soft, sweet, and held the most endearing gray eyes.
"Hello! I'm Orihime, and you must be Grimmjow! I've heard so much about you!" I let out a small snort that I quickly covered up with a cough as I took in her overly chipper voice, allowing it to bounce around in my head for a few minutes before I chose to take her hand.
"Uh, ya, nice ta meet you." I winced when I got a small kick to the back of my heel, before continuing.
"I've heard a lot about you too." Her bright smile never wavered once, and she shook my hand, probably noticing the not so subtle kick to the ankle that Renji had delivered to me.
"I need a drink." I mumbled after Renji took over introductions. I quickly turned around, and headed to the bar, my brows furrowing in confusion as I spotted someone already sitting there, clad in all black, making his silvery hair stand out like a sore thumb.
"Shiro?" Golden eyes flickered up to me as my voice brought him out of his dazed world of texting, a feral grin splitting his features as he realized who it was that had called him.
"Heya Grimm, how goes it?" I chuckled softly as Shiro brought the beer bottle up to his lips, taking a long drink, probably trying to take the edge off of the high pitched giggling that echoed from the next room. Shiro of course was never one for family stuff, but again because we were close, that made him become invited to anything that included the word, family in it. Shiro's parents traveled a lot, and when he was a kid and they would travel, if they couldn't take him, he would come stay with us.
"Not too bad, broke up with my boyfriend last night, and now I'm here having to deal with Atti's new set of breast's. What about you?"
"Ah, jus' got finished with a shoot, got smacked for sexually assaultin' my straight friend, and now I'm tryin' ta apologize for it. Does sex count as an apology?" I glanced up from under the bar to find Shiro's eyes filled with mirth, and I just shook my head.
"Not when he's straight. You still after him?" Shiro had been after the same guy for over a year now, Ichigo Kurosaki, his best friend/modeling partner. Now I could totally see why he wanted him, buddy was fucking hot as hell, and if he wasn't straight, I'd find him and go for him myself, but buddy was not only straight but he was married as well, too bad Shiro can't take no for an answer.
"But he's totally gay Grimm, I got him hard, and he was totally enjoyin' it! Not only that, but he just got a divorce, which is one of the reasons why I gave him your card." My eyes began to water as I struggled to keep down my beer, the burning sensation that began to assault my nose had me wrinkling it in distaste.
"I'm sorry you gave him my number why?" And what is this about him getting off to a guy?
"His ex-wife totally trashed his house, so he needs a shit load of repairs done. I got ya a great job man, ya owe me."
"Oh ya thanks, I'll be looking forward to examining the mess." I had dealt with a few cases where the wife had gone crazy, and trashed the house, and things were not pretty. Women could be extremely destructive when they put their mind to it. Course I would be the first to say that most likely, most of those men deserved it. Now that leaves me wondering what exactly Ichigo had done to get his house torn apart.
"He should be callin' today, and if ya could, even though I'm sure he'll say it, but try to make it as soon as possible, his porch is orange." I stared blankly at my cousin for a few seconds before I spoke.
"Orange?"
"Neon orange to be exact, she demolished the porch with what could 'ave only been a sledge hammer, and then poured neon orange paint all over it, it looks its best at night." I couldn't help but laugh.
Orange hair, orange paint, it seems this woman had quite the sense of humor.
"Well how 'bout this, if I'm not completely dead by the end of this dinner, I'll go and check it out tonight. Not to mention I'm sort of interested to see the damage. What did he do anyway, cheat on her?" Apparently this was the wrong thing to say because this earned me a hard glare.
"Ichi would never cheat on someone! He just fell out of love with her, but I'm tellin' ya its more then that, he's fuckin' gay, I know it."
"Well if he's getting off to ya, you just might be right Shiro." Shiro let out a loud snort before shaking his head, a large grin on his face.
"I know I am."
Shiro's confidence never seemed to amaze me. Together the two of us where invincible, dangerous, and a total disaster waiting for someone, but it was fun. When we were kids, we were total hell raisers, the teachers never letting us play together because it always ended with some innocent bystander getting hurt. Things didn't seem to change as we got older, the only difference was that we were together less and less because our parents made sure we went do different schools. Of course that didn't stop people from somehow finding out we were related.
"Boy's dinner!" My mother's voice pulled the both of us out of our thoughts, causing us to let out long sighs as we glanced up at each other, sharing similar looks of pain as we both stood to go to the table.
"Ya ready for madam tits a lot, and her never endin' shrieking?" Golden eyes gleamed with mirth as Shiro spoke, his words causing me to burst out laughing.
"Shrieking, I would say its more like high pitched chirping, she reminds me of a little yappy dog." I explained as we exited the large doors, leading us to the dinning room.
"Dog, then it should be barkin'."
"No she definitely chirps."
After a long dinner that involved enough yapping, chirping, and shrieking to give any person within a twenty yard distance a migraine Renji, Shiro, and I bid our goodbyes, thanking everyone for a great night before we ran like fuckin' hell for our lives.
"Okay ya win, she fuckin' chirps." Rolling my eyes, I snatched my keys from my jacket, beeping my jeep open before tossing the keys to Renji.
"Take the car home, I'm gonna hitch a ride with Shiro, and go and check out his friend's place he wants me to work on."
"Sure." Renji managed to mumble out as he dragged his exhausted ass into the driver's seat. I'll pray he makes it home in one piece; I'd be major pissed if my Jeep got a scratch on it.
"Ya seriously still 'ave the energy after tha' dinner?"
"Barely, but might as well get this over and done with, now drive snowball."
As we pulled up to the house, I can only imagine the different amounts of shock that crossed my face. From the trashed, orange porch, to the broken windows, my mind barely had time to register the demolished garage door. It had looked like someone had repeatedly rammed a car into it.
"Looks like he finally got his Audi pulled out of it, jus' be glad ya didn't see tha'." That poor guy, I was starting to feel sorrier for this Ichigo guy as time went on.
"Jus' wait till ya see the backyard." Correction, I was starting to feel sorrier for myself.
"We'll go around the side door." I followed Shiro to the side door where he knocked twice before waiting for Ichigo to answer. About five minutes later Shiro pulled out his cell phone to call him, causing me to let out a loud yawn/sigh.
"You sure buddies ho-" My words were cut off as the door was flung open to reveal a tiny raven haired woman, dark blue eyes blazing as she viewed us, and I actually took a step back as her eyes filled with pure murderous intent as she eyed Shiro.
"Oh Rukia, well don't ya look lovely tonight." My eyes slipped over to my cousin who was currently wearing the biggest shit eating grin anyone could imagine. My eyes going back to the woman who he had deemed as Rukia, and my mind suddenly became hazy as I tried to put the pieces together.
"Wait a second, I know you, your Renji's friend." The words came out before I could even think, and her gaze was back on me in a flash.
"Yes and you are?" Okay bitch was a snob. I had only met her once, and she seemed okay back then, but then again she hadn't just been a freshly divorced, crazy bitch on the war path to kill every man in sight.
"Oh right now I remember. You're Grimmjow, Renji's roommate. Well nice to see you again."
"Ya right, like wise."
Oh well, could this have gotten anymore fuckin' awkward? Probably not.
A/N: So I really loved how I've perceived Grimm in this chappy, I wanted to give him a mother figure in his life, I don't think I've ever read a AU fic where Grimm has a proper mother figure in his life, and I loved making him have a brother, so much fun making your own characters, one of my favorite things to do ^^ Also I like how I'm pulling all the characters together, its gonna get interesting from here on out! Well I hope you liked it and are getting more of a taste of where its going, I'm so excited to write the next chappy that's going to be in Shiro's POV, it's always fun to write his side of things XD
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