I'm ba~ack!

So I decided to continue (I couldn't let you guys stay hanging).

I suck at humor so I'm trying the best I can and please don't be offended by any jokes, because I don't mean to intentionally harm or discourage fellow reader and authors on this site.

Warning: Language and suggestive dialog

So here you go, chappy two~

[Ichigo's P.O.V]


I toss over then finally slam my fist on my alarm clock. I brush some of my orange trusses out of my face and ease myself up, emitting a groan in the process. Pulling the covers off of me, I leave my bedroom and turn into the hall bath. I enter and turn on the shower. Stepping into the stall, I'm welcomed by steam and I start my routine.

After wrapping a towel loosely around my hips, a rake a hand through my hair, combing back the wet locks. I return to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I walk over to my closet and slide the door open.

"Mornin'."

"Gah!" I shout as I unceremoniously stumble backwards in shock. "W-what the- what the hell?"

I stare at the blue haired man, lying in my closet. I quickly realize my indecency and secure my towel better around my waist. I feel his eyes on my action, and he starts to holler out laughter loud enough to wake the dead.

"Don't wet yourself; I don't swing that way," he says through a wicked smile while he exits the closet and steps a little too close for comfort. He bends over and growls lowly, "...But I can make an exception."

I can't conceal the horror on my face from his words, and I gape up at him. Clenching his gut, the man snickers to himself in a way that he can only sound quick gasps for air. I frown at his sick humor and step around him and reach into the closet for my school uniform.

"Oh, come on Kurosaki! It was a joke," he chuckles at me.

"Just tell me why you were in my closet."

"Would you prefer it if I had used your bed?"

I pause and glance over my shoulder. I curse mentally when I see the proximity of his body, and I literally jump away from him.

"Geez, Ichigo, why so jumpy?"

"Just get out. I need to get dressed," I say, laying my clothes onto my bed.

"I thought about what you said last night and how you didn't answer."

I sigh at how stubborn he's being. "And you didn't figure it out?"

"Nope."

"I don't kill people, Grimmjow. I can't. I'm not able to."

"You know… us Hollows aren't humans. We're practically animals."

"You're someone, not an animal, and I can't end a life."

"Hollows don't have hearts, so we don't really give two cents of who kills us but how we die. I'm going to ask this again: why did you let me live?"

I don't answer as I merely stare out into space, taking in his words. I glance over to him, then at the ground.

"Don't tell me you did it out of pity!" he shouts.

"I didn't, and if you don't mind, I want to put some damn clothes on!" I snap.

There's a small knock on the door. "Ichi?" is heard coming from behind the door. "Is there something the matter?"

I freeze. "N-no, Yuzu."

"Okay…well I wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready."

"Ah, thanks, Yuzu…"

I listen to her retreating footsteps down the hall. I look out Grimmjow then at my clothes.

"Out. Now."

"No."

"You're such a pain," I grumble, picking up my clothes and walking back to the bathroom. I shut the door and drop my towel and slip on my clothes. After brushing my teeth, I run my fingers through my hair to somewhat to fix it. I leave the bathroom once more and head down stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning, Ichigo," Yuzu greets me as I enter the room. I grab a slice of toast and sit at the table with Karin.

"What are you up to in that room of yours?" she asks, not really interested.

"I was on the phone with… with a friend," I answer.

She shrugs and continues to eat her breakfast. I finish up my toast and brush the crumbs off my mouth.

"Hey, where's dad?" I ask, noticing his absence.

"Went to some convention," Karin says.

"It's unlike him to forget to tell you," Yuzu adds.

"When will he be back?"

"Eh, two or three weeks, but I'd say he'll be back earlier since he thinks something might happen to his precious daughters…" Karin sighs and slouches. "That man still thinks we're babies."

Looking away from the scene, I spot a mess of blue. I bolt out of my seat and to the staircase. My shoulder slams into Grimmjow's chest as I push him forcefully up the stairs.

"Hey!"

"Quiet. My family can't know you're here," I explain as I shove him back into my room.

"What the hell? Let me out!"

I continue to hold the handle in place. "Only if you swear you won't go near my sisters."

"It's not like I'll rape them."

My eye twitches, and I swing the door open and pop my head inside. "That's not what I had it mind, you sick pervert!" I hold off more of my rant when I see him sitting on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I roll my eyes and huff a sigh of irritation, and my head drops.

There's a pause before a pair of feet come into my view. Looking up, my eyes make contact with electric blue ones. He has his hands in his pockets and an annoyed look on his face as well as an aura reading that he's pissed off.

"What is it?" I ask, frowning at his expression.

"I'm bored," he grumbles.

"And what am I suppose to do about that?"

He leans against the door-frame and crosses his arms over his chest. The man scoffs. "Isn't it obvious? Entertain me. Fight me."

"Don't count on it," I reply, walking past him. Kenpachi, now him? Why is everyone out to get me?

I go back down the stair and grab my school bag and my cell phone. I say bye to my sisters and step out the door. I begin my walk to school, hoping Grimmjow won't follow me.

"So Ichigo…"

Spoke too soon.

"What is it now?"

He walks beside me with a look on his face. He rubs his chin, thinking of the words to say. There's a glint in his eyes, indicating he has a plot against me.

"I'll make a deal for ya'," he says, pulling on one of his signature smiles.

"Does it involve us fighting?"

He shrugs, not giving me a reply.

I raise an eyebrow. "Shoot."

"If you don't fight me, I'll just continue to stay in your closet."

So he wants to go low profile until I decide to fight him? Hell no. "No."

"Works for me!" he shouts as he distances himself from me and pulls out his Zanpakutō.

Insert face-palm.

"Fine, I'll let you stay."

He smirks at me and then heads back to the house. My body slumps over from defeat. What am I going to do with him?


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