"This is Grimmjow Jaggerjaques. He's a transfer student from out of country. It's his first time in Japan, so be nice, alright?"

All the girls in the class practically had their jaws on their desks, even half the guys did too. The exception of this and one of the few who retained their diginity, was Orihime and Chad. Rather than looking at Grimmjow, they were looking at Ichigo was in the middle of reacting like the girls. He couldn't take his eyes off Grimmjow. Though his reason was different from the others, he swears.

"Well, I don't particularly care if yer nice or mean to me, or actually, I just don't give two shits," Grimmjow said nonchanlatly, his hands tucked into pockets. He immediately went onto Ichigo's list of people to never associate with. Right up there with their creepy gym teacher Ichimaru Gin, whom he swore was only there to look at girls in bloomers.

"Ah, it's you, I remember you! I rescued yer ass yesterday! Sup orange dude," Grimmjow called enthusiastically and Ichigo suddenly felt all the eyes in the classroom focus on him. Some were curious, most were jealous.

Thanks a lot, fucking jerk. All thankfulness Ichigo had felt towards Grimmjw vanished under a wave of distaste, glaring like the rest of the guys who didn't like Grimmjow from the start.

The girls, however, seemed to deaf to Grimmjow's earlier words, only hearing how he knew Ichigo. They still seemed to like him just fine.

"It's Ichigo," The orangette muttered, eyeing a group of girls who were staring at him very intently . A few girls near him even leaned toward him, eagerly questioning him.

"You know him?" They would ask.

"When did you meet?"

How did you meet?"

"Introduce me to him!" Was of course the obvious demand.

The teacher clapped her hands loudly together and the whispers dispersed, including the inquisitor assault on Ichigo.

"Alright, Mr. Jaggerjaques, you can take that empty seat next to Kurosaki Ichigo, since you know each other," The teacher said dismissively and the girls across the room didn't look so friendly now. Ichigo scowled. Grimmjow smiled.

"Was plannin' on doin' that anyway," Grimmjow said and all the girls gave Ichigo envious glares. Girls were so fickle. Just a few seconds ago they wanted to be his best friend. Now he was their greatest rival.

"Way to go," Ichigo muttered angrily once Grimmjow sat down, wincing at he scooted his desk noisily closer to Ichigo's.

"Now they think we're in some kind of relationship."

"Huh? Why would they do that?" Grimmjow asked and Ichigo thought how nice it must be to have you head in the clouds all the time. It was obvious now that he really didn't give any shits at all what people thought about him. But Ichigo cared what people thought about him.

"It's not like it's any secret that I'm gay, they all know it. And now they're gonna hate me because they're gonna think you're taken," Ichigo muttered, watching the smirk grow on Grimmjow's face.

"So yer gay?" Grimmjow asked, expertly ignoring most of what Ichigo had said. Ichigo lost it.

"Do you have selective hearing of something?!" Ichigo said, barely able to keep his voice down, but somehow he managed. Grimmjow shrugged off Ichigo's rising temper.

"I heard ya, I just don't understand why you care what they think about you. I say let them think we're dating, it'll be a lot more convenient to me if they think so," Grimmjow said and this time, Ichigo really did fly off the handle.

"Well sorry for caring, you dickwad!" Ichigo shouted and Grimmjow looked suitably surprised. Ichigo's satisfaction was short lived.

"Ahem."

"If my lesson is interesting enough for you two love-birds, you can always stand in the hallway holding buckets of water. You know, if that's your idea of a good time. In fact, why don't you go do that? You two newbie, time to learn some respect."

"Yes ma'am" Ichigo mumbled and pushed himself up from his seat, hurrying to get fill his stupid buckets full of water. Grimmjow joined him moments later, a grin still on his face. Clearly, detention on his first day wasn't anything new to him.

"So," Grimmjow said, "yer gay?"

"You seem very interested in that," Ichigo hissed, tightening his grip on the buckets handles and refusing to look at Grimmjow. Maybe he was being childish, but somehow, looking at him felt like he'd be letting Griimmjow win.

"I am."

"So interested that you'd get a detention over it?" Ichigo said, his voice a hostile growl. Grimmjow chuckled and the tone of it told Ichigo all he needed to know. Grimmjow thought he was amusing. Just something for entertainment was he?

"Yer the one who shouted. That was all you," Grimmjow said mockingly, and before knew what he was doing, Ichigo had dropped the buckets and was yanking Grimmjow down to eye level before the water was even splashing at their feet.

"What'd you say, you bastard? It's one thing to ruin all my efforts to build up a reputation where everyone would leave me the hell alone. It's another to say it's my fault you trashed it! You….you dickwad!" Ichigo yelled, glaring Grimmjow right in the eyes so that maybe, just maybe, the bastard would understand that Ichigo was really and truly angry.

"You said dickward earlier," Grimmjow pointed out and if Ichigo hadn't been too busy getting lost in Grimmjow's eyes, he might have screamed in his face or done something else violent. But as it was, he was staring into Grimmjow's startling eyes and slowly realizing looking into them had been a mistake.

They were they were beautiful. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. They sapped, no robbed, Ichigo of all his anger. All he could think about was finding a word that would do them justice.

Ocean blue didn't quiet cover it. Neither did sky blue. Neither of them came close to the bewitching color of Grimmjow's eyes.

They were…they might have been cerulean. That word, at least, came close.

And once he became satisfied with that answer, Ichigo realized something wet was dripping down his face.

Tears?

Ichigo quickly wiped his eyes, flushing a bit because dammit he was embarrassed to be crying over this shits eyes. He didn't want to look at Grimmjow, but he did. And when he did, he really looked at Grimmjow, and not that once over he gave Grimmjow before, but looked at him properly.

The man was beautiful, a beauty of those eyes. His hair complimented his eyes and Ichigo wondered if he dyed it that color for that very reason.. His jaw and cheek bones chiseled to perfection, dancing on the fine line of handsome to pretty. His muscles were toned and rippled when he moved. His skin was sun-kissed and wondrous.

Ichigo had to look up a good five, six inches to be able to look Grimmjow in the face, at a lose for words. It was unfair for a man to be so beautiful.

There was a clatter as Grimmjow finally dropped his buckets and Ichigo barely felt the cold water splashing against his legs. He felt numb. Numb as two incredibly warm hands cupped cheeks, pulling Ichigo up while Grimmjow leaned down.

And then he was kissing him, lips crushing against Ichigo's but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. IT was nice, so nice it was intoxicating. But the kiss ended as quickly as he had started, leaving Ichigo breathless.

"Ah geez, do ya have ta stare at me like that? It's not fair, ya know?" Grimmjow said and Ichigo felt that that sentence was so very out of place.

"Please, and I don't say that that much, don't stare at me like that again. I don't know what I'll do next time."

Ichigo slowly came to his sense, about to tell Grimmjow to stop joking around when he realized they weren't alone: half the class had come to watch. They had an wide range of expression but Ichigo know what it must look like: a lovers spat.

Dammit. Ichigo felt heat creep up into his face, and glared at onlookers, preferring to be pissed rather than embarrassed. Grimmjow was the one who spoke something unfortunate first.

"What the fuck are ya staring at, huh? What's so interesting? Get the fuck outta my face!" Grimmjow yelled at anyone who hadn't already backed off, probably gaining the hate of at least half the class. But somehow, despite stealing a kiss, he had gained some points in Ichigo's book.

"Why is it so hard to just stand quietly in the hall and learn some manners?" Her harsh question was aimed soley at Grimmjow.

"Hey-" Ichigo started but was interrupted by Grimmjow.

"Sorry ma'am, I'm just tryin' to make friends," Grimmjow answer was as out of place as the polite smile on his face. The teacher didn't look convinced at all.

"Nice way to make friends, Jaggerjaques. I particularly liked the part when Kurosaki tried to strangle you," The teacher said, arms crossed.

"Hey, if ya don't like my methods ya can- Oh wait, it's none of yer business anyway," Grimmjow said and Ichigo winced. He crossed his arms and was looking increasingly intimidating. The teacher looked miffed but didn't back off.

"It is my business when it affects the learning of my students," The teacher said, eyes narrowing.

"Oi, it's not like I asked them to get outta their seats and watch me make friends," Grimmjow shrugged, eyes rolling while the teacher just got more and more outraged. She finally whirled around and stalked inside the class.

"Detention with me. Jaggerjaques. After school. Rest of the week."

Ichigo was pissed.

"Just do me a favor and never fucking talk to me again," He said, watching Grimmjow's eyebrows shoot up his forehead. But after a moment he just grinned.

"Ah, but Ichigo, I thought we were friends," Grimmjow whined.

"You know what? Don't call me Ichigo. It's Kurosaki to you buster," Ichigo scowled and anything else he or Grimmjow would have said at that time was drowned out by their teacher suddenly calling out to them from within the classroom.

"Oh yeah, you two, refill those buckets!"

And that was pretty much how Ichigo's day ended. With him throwing pissy remarks Grimmjow's way and the ignoramus laughing his pretty ass off. No matter what threats went his way, the man just seem to continue laughing like everything was an inside joke to him.

Goddammit, Ichigo was really starting to hate his guts.