Ugh my stupidity bothers me immensely sometimes. I accidentally replaced this chapter with a blank document so I had to rewrite it from my memory, which is why it took so long to finally repost. I can tell you it'll be pretty similar, but there are sure to be some definite differences.
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Help Me Remember You
Second – Remember
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"G-Grimmjow…?"
The towering blue haired man grinned toothily at the albino's stuttering pronunciation of his name, using his locked grip around the pale man's forearm to drag him back into an alley that separated two businesses. "Yeah Shirosaki, it's me." The overly tall foreign born male purred through smirking lips, stepping forward and pinning the slighter man against the brick wall.
Still reeling in what felt like icy shock, Shiro couldn't find his voice to protest before strong lips were sealed over his own and a wet tongue was shoved into his mouth, spreading a flavor that the albino hadn't tasted, nor remembered, in years. Suddenly, like a dam being unblocked, memories flooded Shiro's consciousness with an uncomfortable quickness. There was so much blue. Every moment that Grimmjow had ever spent with the white haired man were abruptly there again, and Shiro's heart swelled with a love that it thought it had long forgotten.
Pale arms rose nearly on their own accord, coiling around Grimmjow's corded neck and pulling the blue haired male tighter against the albino's muscled body, numb lips beginning to participate back in the unexpected kiss. So much blue, Grimmjow was back, his heart rejoiced and his mind swam in a sea of vivid cerulean blue, Shiro couldn't remember much else besides- orange.
Shiro's whole body felt ducked in ice water, frozen utterly stiff. Orange? Was it the sun on the blue sea? No… it was underneath that water, shining feebly through the ripples but strongly attracting the albino's attention, its intention triumphant. Grimmjow made a curious, annoyed sound when Shiro outwardly ripped his mouth away from the kiss, eyes distant and unfocused. Inwardly, the oceanic blue called and sang to him, asking to draw his attention away and forget that feeble weird spurt of orange.
Shiro nearly did, oh so very nearly did, but something deep inside the male protested with abrupt strength, demanding he find out what that orange meant. So without a further thought, Shiro dove into the ocean of blue and sunk to the bottom, the orange glow getting stronger and stronger, sensing that he was closer to remembering what that color meant to his now confused heart. The answer hit him like a metal crowbar to the chest.
"You won't forget me, Shiro. I won't let you."
Ichigo…
With a vicious snarl that sounded odd coming out of Shiro's lips after so long of domestic tranquility, Shirosaki shoved Grimmjow away so ferociously that the taller, broader male cursed in surprise and stumbled back into the opposite brick wall, smacking the back of his head and yelping vulgar swears into the open air, cradling his blue head in two massive hands. Meanwhile, Shiro clasped his own head in a likewise way, desperately shoving away all that blue in search of everything that he ever remembered in orange. Breathing heavy and eyes pinched closed, the albino remembered.
Ichigo, his sweet angel, beautiful and brilliant and bold and so utterly delightfully orange, radiating warmth like the sun in his gorgeous smile and melted chocolate eyes, a pleasure so innocently pure that it still tasted like sin on his tongue. How could he forget Ichigo?
Golden eyes snapped open, glaring hatefully across the alley into widened azure orbs. Without a word, Shirosaki spun sharply on his heel and strode out of the alley, back onto the sidewalk of civilization and reentering the flow of human life returning to the warmth of their homes. The albino skillfully ignored the angered shout of his name, instead frantically devoting his attention to check if the store back was still attached to his wrist, Ichigo's precious gift still safely tucked inside. Lukewarm relief swamped his stomach when he saw it still there and he clasped it tighter in his fingers.
A large hand clamped onto his elbow, pulling him back quickly. Shiro used the momentum of the pull against his attacker, balling up his free fist and slamming it with all the force he could muster in that split second into Grimmjow's face. Shocked gasps erupted around him at the sudden violence, but Shirosaki paid them no heed, only turning back onto his path and having a tiny amount of gratitude when people moved out of his way when he walked forwards amidst them once more.
The albino had crossed a busy intersection and was half a block away from his and Ichigo's shared apartment, with far less human traffic to block his pursuer's way, before Grimmjow caught up with him again, once more snatching large hands around his upper arms and slamming him into the nearest store window with enough force to make the glass shudder dangerously.
The blue haired man's eyes sparked with tempered fury, his nose looking painfully red and splotchy from Shirosaki's earlier blow, but "unfortunately" not bleeding. Peach lips pulled back from white teeth as Grimmjow snarled lowly at the icy-eyed albino. "What the FUCK, Shiro?"
The golden eyed, white haired man glared flatly up at his ex-lover, giving no emotion but anger away. "Fuck off, Grimmjow." He hissed menacingly, startling the older man with the amount of venom in his tone so that the blue haired male pulled back just enough to give Shiro the perfect amount of room to jerk up his knee and slam it into Grimmjow's junk.
The man dropped like dead weight and Shiro danced out of his reach, gripping his purchase tightly in a sweaty hand and bolting the last few meters to his apartment complex, darting inside the closing door of someone leaving. His shoes squeaked against the tile floor before becoming thundering louder as the albino raced his way up the flight of stairs next to the elevator, too much energy uncoiling in his body to remain still the ride up five floors to his home.
However, between the third and fourth floor, that energy abandoned him with such abruptness that Shiro stumbled on the landing and crashed into the wall, nose in a corner as he panted, his hot breath making his face warmer in the confined space.
He forgot. How could he even dare to forget about his beloved angel? It didn't matter if it was only for maybe a few seconds- or minutes he couldn't recall clearly- that was just an excuse, he still forgot about Ichigo. Painful sobs clawed their way up his throat and the albino ripped himself away from the plain wall and threw himself up the next flight of stairs, desperation to escape this realization triggering his flight reflex despite this wasn't something he could cowardly run away from.
Before Shiro fully realized it, he was crying in shuddering deep breaths and staring down the hallway at his apartment door, the artistic calligraphy of their apartment number that Ichigo had proudly created one afternoon now stared accusingly down at the albino, daring him to come closer after he had been so unintentionally, but still unfaithful to the angel it guarded behind its door. Its condemning number face gradually became larger and Shiro unconsciously realized that he had begun walking again. His hand lifted, his mind watching as if it weren't giving the commands to his body and was just watching a show from his viewpoint. The pale appendage rested silently on the brass doorknob, but there it stopped, waiting.
How could he… He forgot… His beautiful Ichigo, his angel…
His hand mustn't have been as still as he'd thought, because the doorknob twisted under his palm and his hand dropped heavily to his side when the door swung inwards, revealing Ichigo's beautifully concerned visage. Shirosaki looked at his lover with silent remorse mixed with awe, but remorse must have won out on his outward expression because Ichigo's eyes widened in shock and the orange haired slimmer male darted out into the hall and flung delicate arms around the albino's midsection.
"Shiro! What is it? What's the matter?" Ichigo asked desperately, his words only slightly muffled from where he had his face pressed into his older boyfriend's shoulder, squeezing tightly as if he could pull Shiro into his own body to protect him from whatever had caused such a wounded expression. "Baby, please, tell me!" He begged, pulling back slightly to look up at Shiro's anguished gold eyes.
Before Shiro could even attempt to answer, not that he could anyways with his throat closed as tightly as it was, the elevator at the end of the hall dinged cheerily, opening its doors and the bane of Shiro's current situation stepped out with meaningful heavy steps, blue eyes sparking with annoyance. "Shiro!"
The albino in question flinched as if his own name was a hurled insult, curling his shoulders defensively, though if he was protecting himself or Ichigo he would never know. However, his body turned on its own and faced Grimmjow, revealing his wide eyed orange haired lover to his ex-boyfriend, both of the males on opposite sides of Shirosaki stopping in shock at seeing their polar color opposite.
"Grimmjow…"
The name slipped out of Shiro's lips nearly like a whimper, and in an instant, Ichigo's innocent eyes hardened from molten chocolate into an iron-hot bronze. The deceptively slim male yanked Shiro inside their apartment, sending a fierce scowl at the frozen Grimmjow before slamming the door shut with a resounding bang!
The blue haired male leapt forward with an angered snarl that a stranger had apparently stolen his (ex)lover. He slammed the wooden door with both fists, barking out demands to open it at once. It did nearly immediately, and Grimmjow opened his mouth to shout another insult when-
Slap!
A warm palm connected with Grimmjow's cheek so harshly that it rocked the taller man's body and he stumbled into the wall for support, eyes staring wide open with shock down at the bristling orange haired male standing just outside his apartment, no glimpse of Shiro's whiteness anywhere in sight.
"How dare you?" Ichigo hissed venomously. "How dare you think you can just come back here after what you did to him!" Shaking in fury, the bronze-eyed male whipped up his other hand and slapped Grimmjow back in the opposite direction, the loud slap of flesh meeting flesh sounding unnaturally loud in the otherwise deathly quiet hallway.
Grimmjow reeled from the other hit, his vision dancing with white spots from having his equilibrium essentially slapped out of perfect focus. When Ichigo looked as if he would lash out again, the taller man quickly stepped back out of range, his ears ringing and strangely intimidated by the smoldering glare that the petite male sent up at him.
"Now get out of my sight and don't you ever come back." Ichigo spat, stepping backwards and once more slamming his apartment door, leaving Grimmjow alone in the hallway with stinging cheeks, the sound of a lock clicking shut his only company.
Da da da~ complete! So similar, yeah, but style vastly different :/ I hit a particularily creative poetic mood and now the style from the first and last chapter are different from the middle one xD I'm too lazy to change them so you'll have to bear with it…
Anyways, I'll have the third and final chapter updated soon :3 review!
