For those of you who are returning after reading the original Strawberry Fangs. Welcome back. The beginning may be similar, better written, but similar. The story will change in later chapters. New readers welcome.

I'm not rewriting this story in the hopes that I get more views. I seriously just want to give this story justice and I knew I could do better.


Chapter 2

Every part of Ichigo felt disgusting. It wasn't just because his bed sheets that were damp with sweat and clung to him. Nor was it that he recognized that he was sleeping in the clothes that he was wearing the day before. It was mostly his roaring headache and the fogginess of his head that made it hard for him to leave his bed. Too bad his screaming alarm that only made his headache worse insisted that he woke up.

He reached over to his phone to turn it off, but just the simple movement made every bone in his body ache. He peeked at the phone. It was only on 30% and the fact that he was able to pick it up so easily without pulling out his phone cord could only mean one thing. He somehow forgot to plug it in last night. He groaned. How come he couldn't remember not plugging it in?

Then again, he couldn't seem to remember anything from last night, or at least there was a large chunk missing. He tried to think back to simple stuff, did he shower last night, brush his teeth? Did he fall asleep while doing his homework or something? If he did then he probably didn't finish. It would explain why he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday.

He could think of all that stuff in passing. He needed to accomplish the second challenge of the day, actually getting up. Slowly as to not upset his headache, Ichigo pulled the covers off of him and immediately he was met with the cold morning air. His shirt drenched in sweat made him feel shiver causing him to instinctively peel it off of him as quickly as his feet hit the cold tile floor.

He grimaced at the second realization how disgusting he felt. It left him questioning once again why he decided to take morning classes. He closed his eyes and remembered the beauty of being asleep. It wouldn't be so bad if he skipped class, just slide out of his clothes from yesterday and crawl back under his covers…yes it would be bad.

He held onto his forehead, grimacing from a sudden jolt from his headache. He tried once again to remember what day it was or at least what happened last night to make him feel so shitty. The last thing he could remember was having dinner with his friends…and something else. It wasn't alcohol, but there was definitely something else that gave him a rough time.

He took a peak at his roommate who was awake and on his laptop already. It was weird seeing him awake before he was even fully awake himself. Something else that felt different about him and it wasn't because he seemed to have been awake for a long time.

Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo from his laptop and smiled lightly. Weird. "Morning." He greeted, friendly, which once again, is weird.

"Fuck you." The words fell out of Ichigo's mouth before he even fully realized why he was saying it.

Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed. "Excuse me." He said in a harsh voice, before quickly allowing his face to soften. He reached for his headphones as if he wanted to go back to what he was doing. As if he did nothing wrong.

Ichigo frowned. "Don't play dumb." He said, placing his hand on the side of his neck. He then let go, raising an eyebrow and started to run his finger up and down his neck, searching for evidence. "Where the fuck did they go?"

"I seriously have no idea what you are talking about." Grimmjow said putting one of his ear buds in, keeping his other ear unplugged, still listening to Ichigo's unusual behavior.

Ichigo groaned. "Stop giving me shit. You're making me feel like I am going crazy. There is no way that was a dream." There was complete confidence in his voice. As much as his logic wanted to fight against him he knew what happened last night. The more he thought about it the more memories popped up.

Time for an investigation, he started by walking to his personal mini fridge. He swung the door open observing that his last water bottle was missing. Next to the fridge was his caddy that he takes to the shower. It was in the right place, but the washcloth inside was damp despite him being positive that he didn't shower last night. He looked over at Grimmjow's trash bin. He wondered if he could find the band aids that were on him last night in there. On the off chance that he was just crazy he could at least say he didn't dig through his roommate's trash so he refrained himself. He was already acting out of character enough. Even Grimmjow seemed put off.

Grimmjow stood up and held his hands up as if showing a scared animal that he means no harm. "Ichigo calm down. You are being crazy." Grimmjow said very slowly. "Maybe you should go back to bed. Skip class. It might be stress." He was still acting differently.

"Shut the fuck up and take responsibility you fucking blood sucker!" Immediately Grimmjow's hand was covering Ichigo's mouth. The other one holding Ichigo's bare back to prevent him from pulling away. Ichigo blinked at the memory of Grimmjow's insane speed from the night before. What was he trying to gain from confronting Grimmjow again?

"Okay, okay, you've got me. Now quiet down." Grimmjow whispered in a stern voice. "Do you really wanna test these thin walls?"

Ichigo grabbed onto Grimmjow's wrist and attempted pulling it off. Grimmjow's arm stiffened, trying not to push any pressure on Ichigo's face.

"Ichi, calm down," Grimmjow whispered harshly, pulling Ichigo into his chest. He leaned over to Ichigo's ear. "I'll let you go and then I will answer questions, but only the ones I want."

Grimmjow let go and his startled roommate took several steps back so that his back nearly hit the wall.

Ichigo fixed his eyes on the larger built man, holding his ground. "So you really are a vampire?"

"Yup, congratu-fucking-lations for remembering information that would have been better forgotten." Grimmjow groaned.

"So that was a memory spell that you put on me?" Ichigo asked.

Grimmjow stepped towards Ichigo again. Ichigo didn't move, eyes remaining fixed on him. Grimmjow pressed his thumb against Ichigo's forehead and tried saying that weird word again that he said before Ichigo passed out. Ichigo blinked a few times and shifted his weight to his right side and put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, and I have no idea why it isn't working." He said allowing his hand to fall back to his side.

Ichigo had a million questions, or at least he thought he did. His mind was going blank and he was pretty sure it wasn't from the spell. The biggest question in his head was 'what now?' What could he possibly gain from learning that Grimmjow was a vampire? His life would have probably been exactly the same if he just woke up normally and got ready for class.

"Okay, cool. I have to go to class." Ichigo said grabbing some clothing from the cabinet on his side.

Grimmjow looked at Ichigo dumbfounded. Silence filled the room as Ichigo grabbed clothing for him to change into.

"Wait, that's it?" Grimmjow asked.

"For now," Ichigo stated plainly, bending down to pick up his toothbrush from his caddy.

Grimmjow groaned and stepped in front of the door. "Alright, now it's my turn to talk."

Ichigo glared at him. He just wanted to get the day over with so he could crawl back into bed. It was really not a good thing that he was having thoughts like this minutes after he woke up, especially now that he knew that his roommate was fully capable of killing him. Why wasn't he scared again?

"You have no idea how much of a problem you caused for me. Now everything is ruined." Grimmjow growled scratching behind his ear.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over my sense of reality being crushed!" Ichigo growled in return, reaching for the door handle. "Maybe you should stop thinking about yourself for a second." Ichigo's headache throbbed as a reminder to calm down. It was unnatural for him to freak out so early in the morning. Yes, this was freaking out to him.

Grimmjow pressed his hand against the door to prevent him from leaving. Ichigo didn't bother trying to fight him this time. Ichigo made eye contact with his roommate's serious eyes that roared with frustration.

"I said it's my turn to talk. Now that you know that I'm a vampire it is my responsibility to make sure you don't do or say anything stupid." Grimmjow stated.

Ichigo groaned. "I promise I won't stay anything stupid." He said. "Now can I please get ready for class?"

Grimmjow snorted and started laughing. It's been a long time since he has seen him laugh. He forgot what it sounded like…he sounded like he was insane. He wasn't even laughing hard and he sounded like a psychopath.

"I'm sorry, a hundred or so years ago it would have been really easy to just murder you, but if I did that the hunters would be on my ass." Grimmjow said while his giggles died down. "Not that I would kill you. I like you too much"

Wow, the realization hit Ichigo. This guy seriously was a psychopath. This guy literally just talked about how killing him wasn't an option while he was laughing. This entire time since he got here he was rooming with this crazy mother fucker.

"So now I just have to keep an eye on you." Grimmjow said. "Welcome to the potential rest of your life of not being able to get rid of me."

"You're joking." Ichigo said with a straight face.

Grimmjow shrugged. "Sorry Ichi."

Ichigo looked him straight in the face still in denial.

"You're joking." He said again, not knowing what else to say.

"Nope."

What was this cliché stalker vampire shit? This wasn't Twilight! He was 100% sure of it. Not this time.

"Don't harp on it too much. Just think of me as some guardian angel or some shit that is more comforting. Try to avoid the word 'stalker vampire' as much as possible… Also forget about the fact that I have the potential to kill and eat you at any time. It'll probably help your mental state stay intact." Grimmjow joked. It was great that Grimmjow was able to stay positive while Ichigo's entire world was crumbling apart... fucking asshole.

This seriously wasn't Twilight, dammit. He didn't even like Twilight. The only reason he watched it was because his ex-girlfriend loved it and made him watch it with her, all of them. She even tried to convince him to read them.

"I'm also gonna ask for some blood compensation. It's not like I can have blood whores in here anymore." Grimmjow suggested. "It'll be nice not paying extra to get blood from a warm body."

It was at this point that Ichigo started to officially lose patience with Grimmjow making all of the decisions by himself. He was annoyed with him before and his mind was still not wrapping around this properly, but now he was just getting thoroughly pissed. He wasn't even used to Grimmjow talking so much. They were never really friends. Ichigo tried to be friends with Grimmjow at the start of the term, but the most Grimmjow ever really done for him was help him with his English.

He didn't hire Grimmjow to be his 'guardian angel' or some shit. He just decided that for himself. He wasn't even sure if there was some official rule and honestly he didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone and at least try to scrape his life together before it became anymore chaotic.

"What if I refuse?" Ichigo asked trying to keep his anger in check as well as testing out the waters. There was no way he was going to be helpless in this relationship.

Grimmjow growled and lifted him up, throwing him over his shoulder. He walked towards Ichigo's bed and threw him on it, his body bouncing when it made contact with the garbage air mattress. Grimmjow then climbed on top and Ichigo pushed his hands against his chest to prevent him from getting too close.

Ichigo's mouth hung slightly open still registering the sudden attack as he stared into the icy cyan eyes that were now glaring down at him. His eyes held a certain danger in them that could make a professional wrestler tremble. It was a good thing that Ichigo was not a professional wrestler. He closed his mouth and glared up at Grimmjow. He seriously didn't know where his confidence was coming from nor was he able to tell if he actually was confident or just bluffing.

"You don't have a choice about me watching you. Sorry about that, but I hope you realize that this sucks for me too." Grimmjow said on top of him. "I need something and it's easy to get even if I have to use force."

Grimmjow leaned in closer so that his mouth was next to his neck. "Wanna try me?"

Ichigo shivered involuntarily. He couldn't tell if he did it because he was scared, which he was, but Grimmjow didn't need to know that, or the warmth of Grimmjow's minty breath.

Ichigo growled and turned the other way, not saying anything.

"I'll take that as a yes." Grimmjow shrugged, running his hand through Ichigo's hair. Ichigo pushed his hand away and started to sit up that signed for Grimmjow to get off.

Grimmjow sat up on the bed, dangling his feet over the side. Ichigo hugged his knees and rested his back against his pillows.

"We can talk more rules later. I'll let you process the entire vampires are real shit first. You're smart, but I know this is a lot to take in."

He slid off Ichigo's bed, making his sheets slide off the mattress slightly. Ichigo turned around and lay on his side, facing the wall. The door opened and closed with the sound of Grimmjow leaving the room. He seriously thought for sure that he would never see his roommate again after a month, but if what he was saying was true then he may have been stuck with him. What a nightmare. He had no idea what that meant for him.

If all of this was for real then he had to think about the future. Grimmjow was from Germany, or that was at least what he said, and Ichigo was from Japan. If Grimmjow was really serious then either Grimmjow is following Ichigo to Japan or he's getting dragged home with Grimmjow. Ichigo couldn't even wrap his mind around moving to another country out of the blue, away from his friends and family. His mind and stomach rejected the thoughts, feeling sicker.

Ichigo sighed. He didn't think he had the guts to try stabbing Grimmjow with a wooden stake. He wasn't even sure if that legend was true. He also wasn't sure if he will be charged with murder if it was on a vampire.

Maybe it would be best if he took the first plane back to Japan, or anywhere else. He could apologize to Renji, resume his studies to become a doctor and pretend none of this earth shattering shit happened.

He groaned. Grimmjow was right. All this shit was too hard to take in at once. All he wanted was to be alone. Time to run. He undressed quickly, and pulled on fresh clothes faster than he ever has in his entire life. He dry swallowed some medicine to take care of his crippling headache. He still felt gross, but he needed to get out before Grimmjow got back. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and pulled open the door.

Grimmjow stood in the doorway reaching forward as if he was about to open the door. He sighed and grabbed onto the handle of his backpack, dragging Ichigo back into the room.

"Can't a guy take a piss without you trying to run out on me?" Grimmjow groaned. "I didn't even form our contract yet."

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I'm not signing anything or whatever." Ichigo growled. "I'm not agreeing to any of this."

Before Ichigo was able to register what was happening he was pushed against the wall again, his back exposed to Grimmjow. "Sorry you don't really have a choice in the matter." Ichigo felt him stripping him of his backpack. "Raise your arms." Grimmjow muttered and Ichigo complied, not really knowing why or why his shirt was taken off. Whatever was going to happen at least it will be over with faster.

Grimmjow leaned towards his neck. "I haven't done this in a really long time so cross your fingers."

Grimmjow clung onto Ichigo between his neck and right shoulder blade with his mouth. He sucked hard against his skin before he pulled away.

Ichigo felt the cold air make contact with the now red wet mark that now blemished his lower neck. Grimmjow stood behind him, examining his handy work.

Grimmjow sighed. "Great, it worked."

"What the actual fuck." Ichigo muttered.

"Quick explanation, with that mark I am able to have a general idea of where you are and your emotional state. That is unless this spell fails on me too. I'll be able to tell whether you are in trouble." Grimmjow said pulling away finally.

"Okay, fine. You're a stalker, but was there a better way of doing that besides leaving a hickey?" Ichigo grunted, suddenly feeling dizzy. His face flushed as he started crumpling against the wall.

"Ugh, hickey is such a slutty term for it. You make it sound like I molested you. Just call it a contract." Grimmjow suggested.

"It basically was molestation. I'm seriously not consenting to any of this." Ichigo growled.

"It'll grow on you…maybe." Grimmjow said slapping Ichigo's other bare shoulder blade. Ichigo flinched at the contact, expecting it to hurt more than it did.

"Okay, fine. One more question?" Ichigo asked turning around to prevent Grimmjow from trying to touch anything else without permission.

"Shoot."

"Was there a reason for throwing me against a wall and taking my shirt off entirely besides the contact?"

Silence.

Grimmjow shrugged. "Fan service?" Grimmjow stepped away. "Don't forget to brush your teeth. Your breath reeks."

Yup. This was Ichigo's life now, but he wasn't sure if he was going to get used to it.

xxx

At the beginning when Ichigo was still trying to be friends with the person he was living with he hung out with him quite a bit. He has been able to tell whether he would be great friends with someone or not. He didn't exactly get the best vibes from Grimmjow, but he knew that he could live with him and that was really it. He could also tell that he was hiding something, but he never really cared enough to find out because he also got the air that he was dangerous. Joke's on him now.

It was weird to think about how during that time he was hanging out with a vampire without knowing it. Now he was walking right next to him as if it was a normal day. Walking with Grimmjow was different than him walking to class alone. Grimmjow is an eye catcher. He's tall and muscular, he is handsome and his jawline can cut glass and his intimidating demeanor makes him come off as mysterious. His admittedly sexy blue hair was messy, but seemed to fall into all of the right places that could make any girl swoon and his tattoos under his eyes give him a dangerous and risky bad boy vibe. He is basically every girl's dream, but he didn't even give the ones staring at him a sideways glance. It was hard for Ichigo to ignore their blushing and giggling. It made him weirdly self-conscious which was weird considering he usually didn't care too much for what others thought of him…or at least he wanted the appearance of that.

Walking next to him made him forget some of those rare glances were for him. Back when he was in high school it wasn't uncommon for him to find love letters inside of his shoe locker. He knew what it was like to have girls glancing at him. He is almost six feet and muscular himself, but definitely not the same kind of muscular as Grimmjow. He had a swimmers body that most likely came from his experience in martial arts and occasionally street fights. Then there were the muscles he built up from being recruited temporarily in sports teams for payment.

He experienced different stares at college though, ones he has never experienced before. He still had the usual female fans that would glance at him while he walked by, but there were also a lot more of different kind of gazes. A lot of them being male. He shrugged it off most of the time assuming it was out of admiration or maybe a few gazes from attraction, but they still felt different.

He was watching a group walk past him who was giving him that look. That was before Grimmjow pushed his back and looked sternly at them and then back at Ichigo, egging him to walk faster. Something was up. Maybe he knew what was up with that. It's been plaguing him ever since he got to this place.

As soon as Grimmjow nudged him one of the guys that they were passing quickly grabbed Ichigo's wrist causing Ichigo to gasp in surprise, pulling his arm back from the sudden tug. He glared up at the face of a bald guy who was even taller man then Grimmjow. He's never seen him around campus before and he was definitely the tallest guy he has ever seen. Fuck, this guy was intimidating. Was there a face tattoo club on campus that he didn't know about? Seriously, Renji, Shuuhei, Grimmjow, and now this guy? If there wasn't a club then they need to make one.

He was more annoyed that he has been tugged around way too much for one day and it only just started. He managed to yank his arm out of the strangers grasp and was about ready to tell him off, but Grimmjow acted before he could. He grabbed the guy harshly by the chin, pulling him down so that he could look him in the eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Grimmjow snarled. People started to look over and whisper. Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow by the wrist and attempted to pull him away, but Grimmjow didn't budge.

"Grimmjow, let's go." Ichigo insisted, not ready to help his roommate hide a body yet. He held onto his wrist and tugged lightly. Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo's glare directed at him instead of the guy who grabbed a hold of him.

Grimmjow shot one more glare at the offender before following Ichigo's lead. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ichigo asked in frustration once they walked far enough away from the people who were now watching their backs as they left the scene. Grimmjow seriously looked like he was trying to crush his jaw.

"Making sure that guy knows his place. Did that guy seriously think he had the right to be grabbing onto you?" Grimmjow huffed. Ichigo pulled him a bit faster, but Grimmjow pulled back so that they walked at a normal pace. He pulled his arm from Ichigo's grasp and scratched the back of his head.

"Whatever, that happens all the time." Ichigo huffed. Grimmjow looked at him, astonished.

"Wait, that happens all the times?" He looked coldly at Ichigo. Ichigo could almost feel the rage building up inside of him. This guy was one of the only people he knew who had a worse temper then him. Ichigo shrugged, knowing that the anger was not directed at him. "It usually happens during the nighttime. It's been a while since it happened during the day."

Grimmjow blinked a few times from the new information. "Do you get catcalled too?" Grimmjow asked scoffing as if he was trying to play it off as a joke, but it wasn't working too well in his favor especially since Ichigo responded seriously.

"All the time, once again mostly at night," Ichigo admitted, shrugging slightly.

"What the fuck?" Grimmjow huffed, "and you don't do anything about it?" Ichigo shrugged, aware of Grimmjow's building rage that he was helping to create.

"I used to when I was in high school, guys and girls. It didn't happen as much back then because they were mostly guys dumb enough to want to pick fights with me. My dad told me that I might get in trouble one day even though he was the one that taught me how to fight. I don't exactly want to start anything in a foreign country." Ichigo explained. "So do me a huge favor and don't start anything when you are with me."

Grimmjow growled. "Don't count on it. I don't want people all over you when you are just doing something as simple as walking to class."

"You get used to it." Ichigo groaned, already tired of talking about something so humiliating.

"That isn't something you should just get used to. You should teach them a lesson."

Ichigo shrugged. "Too many people to teach, wouldn't even know where to start."

There was no way to convince him to let it go. If he decided to pick a fight with everyone that grabbed or catcalled at Ichigo then he would go to prison. Then again he was a vampire so he wasn't sure how prisons worked with them.

Somehow they were able to make it to Ichigo's class without Grimmjow starting a blood bath, but it took some effort on Ichigo's part. He was already tired of being with his roommate and it was only the first hour of the first day. If this is going to be his everyday then he is screwed. Unless Grimmjow followed him into class then it was going to be a break for him. He sighed and started to walk in before Grimmjow's hand locked onto his shoulder, pulling him back.

Ichigo sighed already expecting it. It felt like half the thoughts in his head is 'what now?'

"Are you fucking serious?" Grimmjow asked through his teeth in a hiss, not exactly asking Ichigo, but the universe.

Ichigo groaned. What else in his life set Grimmjow off? Did he dare ask this time? "What is it?" Apparently the answer was yes.

Grimmjow clicked his tongue and peaked inside of his classroom again. His eyes relaxed slightly and he sighed. "Okay. This is fine. Just if something goes wrong hold on for a little bit and I'll be here before you know it."

Ichigo wondered if this was how parents acted when they dropped their kids off at school for the first time. Probably not, but in a weird way it felt like it.

Grimmjow nodded once more and tapped Ichigo on his back before leaving him in front of his class. Ichigo never understood why Grimmjow insisted on being mysterious even after Ichigo learned his presumably biggest secret. He wasn't sure what Grimmjow was protecting him from. Nothing bothered him too much at school, well except that time he almost died. When was that again? Yesterday? Joy.

He could promise to keep his secret a million times, but that probably wouldn't be enough. Ichigo sighed. One more month. One more month in school and he'll figure out the rest later. Maybe he could find a way to get rid of him before then, but for now focus on school. He could keep reminding himself that over and over again, but he knew it wouldn't be enough.


A/N: Rewriting Strawberry Fangs may be a side project at the moment, but I still like recognition in the form of reviews, follows, and favorites. Think of it as a dog performing tricks. They can do it without the reward, but its still nice to reward them.