Ichigo stumbled home, slowly and whined in pain. God, he hated the fact that Grimmjow just kicked his ass. But he was kinda glad it was the weekend and he could have two days away from the bastard. Ichigo unlocked the door, walking in with his head down, so his sisters couldn't see the blood stain and wouldn't have to worry about him.
"AFTERNOOOOOON ICHIGOOOOOOOOO!" Isshin yelled, while propelling a flying kick to Ichigos head.
Ichigo looked up a split second later, to find a foot to his face and getting flung back into the kitchen table. Glasses and plates where smashed all around Ichigo.
"Gahh... what the hell Dad.!" Ichigo muttered while helping himself up, letting out a loud groan. Great, now his ribs where hurting ten times worse now. It was like they where going to collapse in. Ichigo wiped his nose again and his palm was stained red, again.
"Ichigo i'm disappointed. Is there something on your mind? Because you could of dodged that so easily, my boy! you can tell your Pa whats going on!"
Ichigo looked at Isshin and sighed.
"Dad, there is nothing wrong, Im just a little tired, thats all."
Lies.
Ichigo hated to lie, but he didn't really want to talk about it, especially to his goofy Father.
Isshin looked at Ichigo for a moment and sighed inwardly. He might as well go along with the lies, since Ichigo doesn't want to talk to him about it.
"Are you sure it's not girl troubles my boy?" Isshin said while putting his hands on his chest.
"Because your Mother and I didn't have these problems because we where so madly in love and that's how you where brought into the world..." Ichigo had walked to his room, while his father was rambling on about something incoherent in the background. He really didn't want to know how he was born or made.
Ichigo stripped out of his uniform and threw it on to the floor. He heard the thud of this phone landing on the floor with his school uniform, but he didn't really care. He put on a gray shirt and black trackies. Ichigo soon walked to the bathroom, to scrub off the blood stain on his face and hands, from the blue haired bastard.
He watched the crimson colour slowly wash down the basin. He was pissed. Growling to himself, Ichigo walked back to his room and flopped on to his bed.
Why did he have to get shoved around?
Ichigo placed has hands behind his head, looking up to the white ceiling. He missed his friends heaps and he wanted to get out of the house. Ichigo stood up and got his phone out of his crinkled, floor ridden, school shirt pocket. He texted Chad and Rukia.
'Hey Guys U up too do something tonight? :)'
Ichigo closed his phone and looked at the 15 charm on his phone. The gold lining shimmered as his window shone light into his room.
A few minutes later his phone vibrated in his hand. Ichigo flipped open his phone. He had gotten a text from Chad.
'Hey, sorry Ichigo I cannot do anything tonight, Im studying for exams. Maybe next week?'
Ichigo stared at the text and sighed. Why does school always get in the way? Ichigo replied back Chad;
'Next week sounds good. c u soon.'
Knowing Rukia, studying for exams is probably what she's doing at the moment. Ichigo got up and got his scooter keys.
Why didn't he ride it to and from school?
He didn't want to pay for petrol every week. Besides, it was walking distance from his house.
Ichigo popped his head out of his bedroom door and yelled.
"Dad i'm going out!, be back soon!" Ichigo ran through the kitchen, scooping up his helmet, opening the front door and walked out. He went to the garage and got his black scooter out, which he named Zangetsu. While doing up his white helmet, he started Zangetsu up and drove out of the garage, heading down the street, towards Urahara's music and beats store. Ichigo turned down the street and parked out the front of the store and took off his helmet, which he sat on the seat of his scooter and walked inside.
"Welcome~!" Urahara called out from the glass counter, hiding the lower half of his face behind a white paper fan.
"H-hello" Ichigo stammered.
Ichigo was in need of music and he knew Urahara's was good for their selection of good music.
Ichigo looked around for the 'Metal' section of the store and walked towards it, trudging across the carpet, which had little and big black music notes spread across it. Ichigo down the aisle and stopped at 'R'. There was another person in this aisle wearing a hood, but Ichigo couldn't care less. Ichigo flicked through the 'R' letters and numerous bands were there,
"no not RAC, wheres RAM... RAI..no ahh here" Ichigo picked the LIFAD album and flicked it to the back.
"Rammlied, Ich Tu Dir Weh," Ichigo muttered the rest of the names under his breath.
Ichigo flicked through the rest of the Rammstein albums and came across the Reise, Reise album and picked that up too.
" Mein Teil, Keine lust... sweet." Ichigo looked at the covers and turned and walked out of the aisle and turned and bumped into the person with the hood on. The hooded person dropped there music and cursed under their breath.
"Oh shi-" Ichigo bit his tongue. "Sorry about that, here i'll get it for you."
Ichigo bent down and collected the albums off the floor which were scattered around the aisle. Ichigo looked at the album names. Ichigo was surprised, he knew most of them. Ichigo stood up and passed the albums to the hooded figure, who looked like a guy, but he couldn't really tell.
"Your a fan of Motley crue? thats a pretty good band.. Sorry about that.."
Ichigo looked at the person and smiled quickly, wandering walked towards the counter to pay for his items.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo and looked down at his albums, to make sure they were all there. His Motley Crue, Led Zepplin and Black Sabbath where there and he was glad. Grimmjow pulled down his hood and watched Ichigo, waiting at the counter, to be served by a kid with red hair. Maybe Grimmjow should say thank you at least. He did be kinda polite and picked up his albums for sighed.
Fuck that.
Kurosaki was a little orange fuckin' pussy. He walked after Ichigo and waited in line to pay, while he reached out and put his hood back over his blue hair. Ichigos orange hair was somehow shiny. It reflected the lights in the store, making it look some what...nice.
Wait,
Nice?
What the fuck was Grimmjow thinking?
Grimmjow tried, he really tried to look away, but his hair was luring his eyes to look at it. Grimmjow sighed and waited to pay for his items, with this eyes closed, trying to not think about it.
Ichigo paid for his albums and thanked Urahara before leaving the store, walking towards Zangetsu, with his plastic bag making crinkling noises in the wind blowing past. Ichigo flipped up the seat of Zangetsu and opened the compartment, while putting the albums in and clicking it shut. Ichigo reached for his helmet and put it on, noticing a blue car parked in the distance. Ichigo looked directly at it and sighed. That was Grimmjow's car. He wanted to walk over and throw his helmet at the windows. That blue haired fuck really pissed him off.
Ichigo started Zangetsu and sat down. He leaned to the side of the scooter and kicked up the stand, before driving down the street, not looking back at the hooded figures blue eyes watching him.
