Ewww short chapter is short…well anyway, enjoy.

Ichigo made it home at about 6:30 p.m. He was exhausted, and practically slid out of the passenger side of Grimmjow's Mustang. The strawberry realized he needed a car, and fast, if he wanted to get around L.A without needing a cab or smooching off a ride from Shinji. It had started to cool down outside, and a soft wind was going by through the buildings.

The parking lot was barren, so no noise reverberated off of the walls. "Oh, Shinji was right, you do live near him." He let himself chuckle, the noise seeming to boom out into the silent parking lot, "Isn't such a shitty place?"

Ichigo nodded to the Blue haired Sexta sitting in the Mustang, "Yea. It's a cave." Grimmjow gazed up at the second story apartments and back at his watch. "Well, it's just my luck that I go to the same College you do."

"Oh…you're into art as well?" Ichigo asked, a smile spreading across his face. Grimmjow snorted, turning on the radio in his car as he started the engine, "I teach one of the classes, is all."

Ichigo watched the Mustang back out of the parking lot, to the street, and speed away in the dimming afternoon light. The strawberry sighed, looking over at the Porsche that was parked at the edge of the building. He suddenly groaned in annoyance at the room awaiting him inside of the apartment. The apartment was barren, not even a fucking bed to sleep in.

He rubbed his damp forehead, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking along the sidewalk to the staircase leading to his room. He opened the door to his apartment and breathed in the musky scent of dust.

He coughed into his fist, waving his fist throughout the air like a lunatic, swiping the floating dust particles from his path. "Goddamn." He mumbled in between coughs as he made his way to his luggage. He pulled out a large bag from one of the larger bags and set the package on the ground in the single bedroom.

He plugged in the vent and pushed the nozzle of the air pump into the opening of the thick plastic material. He turned it up to high, and sat back with a soda from his ice chest as he watched the inflatable bed started to rise from the floor.

His mind was occupied with images of the diner and everyone there. Renji was probably a bully in high school who had many friends, but picked on anyone smaller than him as best he could. Kira seemed to be the sensitive type, just by his looks. He had the first impression that he probably was a Fine Arts kid back in high school. How Renji and he got to becoming friends was totally out of reach to Ichigo, but he shrugged off the thought.

Aizen seemed like the mature man all throughout high school. He probably was a coworker with Grimmjow at the college, for all he knew. Shinji was an honestly kind person at heart, who fell into the hands of a mean man at heart. He bit his lip, wondering how the blonde put up with the hot-headed man all the time. After a few moments, the bed was fully made and nice enough to lay on, and he unplugged the air pump and closed the opening with a plastic covering. He got blankets from his luggage and laid them out over the mattress.

He was always impatient about some things, and his body itched for the moving guys to finally get here so he could have a decent bed to rest in. He plopped down on the comfortable mattress and gazed at the ceiling. He finished his soda solemnly, his body fidgeting where he lay.

He sat up, moving to the suitcase and grabbing his PJ's from beneath the other clothes. He snatched a tank top and loose PJ pants with smiley faces on them, changing into them almost frantically and sliding back into the covers.

He thought about Grimmjow before he dozed off. He never knew before about this, but when he was staring at him he really noticed how

(Hot)

nice his physique was. He had nice, broad shoulders, a toned stomach and chest, he could guess, and a smile that transfixed Ichigo the moment he saw him.

He closed his eyes, after many minutes of thinking about the Sexta, into a nice light slumber.

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Ichigo woke up early the next morning, rolling to his side lazily, blinking sleep from his eyes. The sunlight leaked through his open window, and the scent of early morning rain came in from outside.

It rained last night? He sat up slowly, rubbing his temple and sighing deeply. His night was dreamless, and restless the more he thought about it. He constantly would get up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He didn't know why, only that his heart would be racing and his body would be sweating horridly.

He got out of bed, moving to his cell phone and snatching it up.

Have fun at college today! ~Ruki

Jesus Christ…he had school today.

The time on his phone read 6:45 a.m. His stomach dropped as he realized class started at 7:15, and the University was approximately 15 miles down the road. He rushed into the bathroom getting his teeth brushed and his day clothes on.

He never felt so rushed, as he grabbed his binder, filled with lined paper and information on his classes, and rushed out of the door. Running there was the best option, but he would be exhausted by the time he would get there.

As he made it down the sharp metal stairs and to the parking lot, he heard a familiar voice drift over to his hearing range. "Ey, Ichigo! Need a ride?"

He turned over to see Shinji just climbing into his car. The strawberry paused, his heart race reducing as he neared the Porsche. "What about Ikkaku?" Ichigo asked softly, looking around the parking lot to see if the bald man was coming up behind him.

Shinji smiled and shrugged, "He doesn't go to college. He works over down the road at Best Buy."

Ichigo cocked his head, "What now?"

The blonde man eyed him like he had blood coming out of his eyes, and shook his head, "Right, gotta remember you're new to America. Best Buy is a really sweet store. Maybe, after class we can go swing bye and say hello to Ikkaku?"

The strawberry's stomach dropped a tad, and he went pale, "Well…er…I don't know if that would be the best idea."

"Oh, nonsense, Ikkaku won't attack you during his work hours; he's too smart for that!" Shinji laughed, motioning for the younger man to get into the car. Ichigo climbed in, loving the interior of the car and happily feeling the leather seats under his fingers.

"Alright, off to school we go!" Shinji cheered, moving out of the parking lot and down the road to class.