Hey guys! I hope you liked the second chapter. This is my first Yaoi story so be gentle.
With that said, some themes in the story may be disturbing and graphic. If you don't like it, back out. Simple.
NOTICE: I'm deeply sorry for not updating in such a long time. My iPod, the thing that I use to type up my chapters because I can take it with me and write whenever, was stolen and I had a nearly finished chapter on there. I was sooooo pissed off I fell into a funk and didn't want to write for some time. Buuutt, my friends mommy bought me another one so it's all good. (Not really. I'm still pissed the fuck off) Thanks for waiting! Oh, and try to picture Grimmy looking how he does in the cover photo. Why? Because he looks sexy as all hell and I LOVE his hair like that.
WARNING: This chapter could contain dark themes, slightly graphic scenes and swearing. Continue at your own risk.
I do not own Bleach. It'd be pretty freakin' sweet if I did, though.
YAOI/BoyXBoy
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What the fuck is wrong with me?
He said he had a boyfriend a yet I still kissed him. Ugh. I sighed and scratched lightly as the shaved part of my hair on the right side of my head. It's growing back kinda fast. I should re-shave it. My phone buzzed in my pocket for a few seconds before I actually answered it.
"Hey Ma." I answered.
"Hi Chance. Nel's asking about you. You should stop by some time today." My mother spoke in a soft tone. I didn't answer her for a few minutes. She knows I hate going over there. "Sweetie, are you there?"
"Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes." I informed her just as Barragan stopped in front of the hospital.
"Okay sweetheart. I'll see you when you get here. I love you." Her voice and possibly her mood was brightened at the news.
"Love you too, Ma." I stuffed my phone back in my pocket as got in the car, looking out of the window to avoid an awkward conversation with my trainer.
"Is my face so beat up from past fights that you don't want to look at me?" He asked as he began driving. A snort and a soft chuckle was my reply.
"Nelliel wants to see me." I told him, still staring out the window at the bland passing landscape.
"So? Go see 'er." Barragan commented. I shook my head.
"It's not that easy. You know how much I hate being there."
"And? That's your baby sister, you ass. If she wants to see you, you take your whiney ass to that house and you go see her." He scolded as if he was my father. Sometimes, I wish he was. Maybe I wouldn't have ended up as a fucked up individual.
"I don't whine." I protested, bypassing his earlier statement. He looked over at me with a look that told me I was full of shit.
"Just go, Chance. For her." I groaned at the truth behind his words.
"Fine, shit. Guilt trip me why don't you." He laughed loudly and I couldn't help but laugh with him. The man had an infectious laugh. A few minutes later we pulled into my driveway.
"Tell your Mom I said 'Hi' and hug Nel for me." He said before I got out the car. I nodded and watched the man who was more of a father to me than my own drive off. I kicked a small rock out of my path as I made my way to my pearl white 2014 Jaguar XF, ironically named Pantera.
Talk about a misnomer.
I patted the top of my car twice before sliding into the front seat and starting it up. I drove to my parents house in silence. Radio music is shit.
"Jow Jow!" Nelliel chirped as I opened the front door.
"Hey Booger. How ya feelin'?" I asked as I sat next to her on the couch. She smiled and wrapped her frail arms around my neck. I was almost afraid to hug her for fear that I'd crush her. The next thing she said was like she had read my mind.
"Will ya hug me properly? I'm not gonna break, Jow." She snapped playfully. Even with hypo-pharyngeal cancer, she still has enough energy to be a smartass.
"You shouldn't talk so much, ya know?" I told her, kissing her forehead. She poked her lip out as I hugged her tightly.
"But I'm getting better." She said with a small smile. I sighed and patted her head.
"I know, Booger. I know." She punched me in the chest with as much force as she could muster. Which wasn't much but I still clutched it as if it had really hurt.
"I'm thirteen. Not a snot nosed little kid with boogers." She scolded half heartedly. I chuckled and ruffled her hair.
"Yeah but you'll always be my baby sister. So deal with it, kid." Nelliel rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Chance, come here for a second." My father called. I didn't like the tone he called me in but I got up nonetheless.
"Yeah?" I answered as I walked into the kitchen. My mom smiled with bright cerulean eyes and came to hug me.
"Yeah? Is that how you address your father?" He asked in an arrogant tone.
"Have you been eating right, Ma? You're getting really thin." I asked, ignoring the hell outta my fathers question as I patted the top of my moms head. My fingers slid through marsh green hair. Mom waved me off with a small smile
"I'm fine baby. Your father's talking to you." She said. I wish he wasn't.
"Yes, dad?" I drawled. My dad scowled with narrowed green eyes.
"First off, watch that tone of yours." He warned.
"I-" I started but decided not to finish. At least not in front of my mother.
"She's not going to make it." He stated bluntly. My mom covered her mouth and walked into the living room to sit with Nelliel. I eyed the man in front of me, not even worthy of being called dad anymore.
"Way to have some faith." I scowled. "You say that as if that's not your fuckin' kid in there."
"Watch your mouth in my house." He bit out, trying not to draw Mom or Nelliels attention. "The doctors say she's going to lose her ability to speak, then the ability to breathe. People can't live without breathing, Chance."
"Doctors have been wrong before. Remember when they said you were gonna die from that brain tumor? You're still alive aren't you?" Came my heated response. I wanted so badly to say that I wished he didn't make it. But I didn't because my mom walked back in.
"Honey, let's not talk about this right now. She's doing better." Mom muttered, looking back at Nel. I could tell by the way she said it, she knew what was going to happen. She's just like her husband; just better at hiding it.
"Orabelle, you and I both know what's going to happen. Why deny the inevitable?" He way he said that was as if they were going to be put out of their house; as opposed to speaking about their sick kid. Great parenting.
"This is why I don't come here often. I'm leaving." I told them, turning on my heal.
"Grimmjow, wait." Mom called.
"Let the boy go. He seems to care more about beating people senseless and getting himself hurt than he does about his family." My father bit out.
"Alistair! That's enough. You've gone too far." By this time, Nel had turned around to look at us.
"Stop covering for him. He doesn't care. Let him leave!" The bastard yelled. It took me all of three quick steps to get to my dad before I gripped the front of his shirt.
"I don't care?! You're the one who won't admit your daughter into the fucking hospital when she's clearly sick! Oh, wait. You can't do that because your sorry ass can't get a job. Why can't you get a fucking job? Because you're a fucking felon!" I shouted, shoving him against a wall.
"Jow, stop! Let him go!" Nel shouted. It came out harsh and cracked. Mom came to pull me off but dad held up a hand to stop her.
"We'd have the money if we didn't send your sorry ass to college, only to drop out after a year! Now you've got money and you're flaunting it around while your sister is sick!" He shouted. That's when I lost it a landed a swift punch to his jaw.
"I offered to pay for it! Your ego and pride got in the damn way!" He struggled to get out of my grip but I wouldn't let him. "It's your fault she's not being treated. I told you to let me care for her because you can't! How long can the three of you live off of the little amount of money mom makes, huh? How long? Long enough for Nel to die?Is that's what it's gonna take?!" I punched him again and let him drop to the floor. Nel stood behind me, wide tawny eyes all teary. I tugged at my hair as I went to hug her. She just melted into a ball of sadness. Shit, man.
"Get the hell out!" Alistair yelled, pointing towards the door. I hugged Nel tightly.
"I'm coming to get you tomorrow, alright?" I told her. She nodded and held onto me for dear life before she let go. Mom was on her knees crying. There was nothing I could do for her. She probably hates me now. I walked out of the house as angry as I've ever been. Instead of going home, I went to the gym. Not really a good idea for an injured man. Like I care. Taking quick steps, I entered the gym and walked up to the receptionist.
"Chancey! Long time no see, babe. Where ya been?" Shinji smiled, bearing his wide teeth.
"Busy." I answered as I signed in.
"Hey, wait. Aren't your shoulders still fucked?" He asked, leaning over the counter to stare me in the face. He studied my face for quite some time.
"Nope." I lied as I walked towards the changing rooms. Good thing I've got clothes here. I changed quickly and made my way to the punching bags.
"Take it easy in there, Chance. I don't want to have to put up another bag because you've got an attitude." Starrk called as he pushed a laundry car into a room.
"Can't make any promises." I shrugged slowly. Still sore.
For an hour I punched and kicked this bag. Had it have been a person, they'd have been dead. Had to relieve my stress somehow. I took a quick shower before I left. Just before I closed my designated locker my phone rang.
"What the hell, Chance? The fuck are you doing at the gym?" Nnois voice poured into the phone. Shinji must have snitched.
"Remind me to kick your mans ass on my way out of here." I told him. Nnoi scoffed into the phone.
"He can hold his own. He may look frail but he can fight." My friend said. "Speakin' of fightin', lemme hear 'bout you bein' in a gym before you're healed one more time. Imma come whoop yer ass."
"Ha! I'd like to see you try." I laughed as I passed Shinji, flipping him the bird before I walked out. He just laughed.
"Think I'm playin'? All I gotta do is hit ya in the ribs. Better yet, imma hit ya in the shoulders. They'll hafta haul yer big ass outta the pin." He said wholeheartedly. Nnoitra would do some shit like that.
"And when I rest up, I'm gonna kill ya." I told him as I got in my car.
"Whatever, man. I'm serious. Rest up before you train again."
"He said Nel was gonna die, Nnoi. Ya think I'm not gonna be pissed?"
A moment of silence.
"That's fucked up. But you've gotta control that anger. Write a letter or some shit." He advised, then started up again. "Never mind, yer hand writing is shit." He laughed.
"Fuck you, man. It's better than the scribbles you put on paper." I snorted with a laugh.
"Aye, I've got one eye so I can't see nothin' right. Get off my back, will ya? Seriously though, rest up."
"Yeah, yeah." I answered lazily.
"I'm serious. Alright? I'll see ya, Chance." He hung up just as I pulled into my driveway. I sighed heavily before I got out and walked inside. The rest of that night was a blur. All I remember is getting a call from Mom saying how I should apologize. Fuck that.
I woke up at 12 the next morning. Lemme get up before the old man calls me. I took a quick shower and dressed in a long sleeved gray v neck, white jeans and black Dock Marten boots. On the way past the kitchen, I grabbed my keys before heading to Pantera. Barragan texted me, if you can picture that, making sure I was going. I let him know that I was and that he should trust me more. To which he replied "Like hell I will".
"Hi Chance!" Masami waved as I walked into the lobby.
"Hey kid. How's it goin'!" I asked, nodding towards Masamis dad.
"Good! How are you?" She asked excitedly, clutching her stuffed turtle.
"A little sore but I'm good. I've gotta go but I'll see ya on my way out, yeah?" She nodded as I made my way to room 156.
I feel we're close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we're close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?
Now I got you in my space
I won't let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I'm latching on to you (never)
The music got louder as I opened the door and slipped inside quietly.
Pro was beating the life out of a training dummy. Quick jabs, swift kicks, trained footwork and agile movements. Even I'd be afraid to fight him. If I looked hard enough, I could see him mouthing the words to the song. Odd song to work out to.
"Damn, Pro. Let up a little." I laughed just as he kicked it in the head. Hard as shit too. A chill went up my spine at that. He whipped around to look at me. His face was red and splotchy, eyes watery. Nearly every inch of his ginger hair was drenched in sweat. As was every inch of that sexy tanned skin. Well, save for a large bruise on his rib cage.
"He looked at me the wrong way." He laughed. Hot damn, that laugh. It was like an angel took dip in a pool of sex. I watched as he patted himself dry with a towel.
"He can't help it. You're so mean. He give you that bruise?" I joked as he walked over to me. He cringed at that.
"Nope." He answered dryly as he gestured for me to take off my shirt. I did so slowly so as to not make any indications of pain. Too bad he caught me.
"What the hell'd you do?" He asked, pressing on my shoulder blades with enough force to push a pressure point. He didn't though.
"Nothing. Where'd that bruise come from?" Came my reply. He'd be pissed if I told him. Pro raised an orange eyebrow and pressed down harder. "Fuck! That hurt ya little bastard!"
"What. Did. You. Do?" He enunciated with a stern look on his face. I sighed heavily before mumbling.
"I went to the gym."
"Say again?" He asked. I know he heard me.
"I said I went to the gym." I told him. Guess I made him mad coz the next thing he did surprised the hell outta me. He flipped me on my stomach on the table. I groaned loudly as I landed on my ribs. He didn't seem to care
"Why would you do that?! Why make my job harder than it is? I swear, all of you MMA fighters are morons." He rambled as he went to get the little electric muscle machine. "You get hurt, then you want my help, then you go out and do dumb things to make my job harder."
"Calm down,Pro. I didn't mean it." I defended. But he wasn't having any of it.
"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have done it, Kensei!" He shouted angrily before he covered his mouth. "I-I didn't...I didn't mean that." He murmured as he hooked the machine up. I didn't know what to say. So I said the first thing that came to mind.
"It's Grimmjow. Not Kensei." I said, trying to lighten the mood. He cocked his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" He asked quietly. The face he made was cute. All confused and whatnot.
"My name. It's Grimmjow. Not Kensei." I told him as I attempted to shift on the table. My friggin' ribs hurt.
"Grimmjow...Jaegerjaques?" He asked, trying it out. I nodded. And then he laughed for the second time since I came in. "That's a mouthful. What kind of name is that?" He smiled as he turned on the machine that made my shoulders feel like heaven.
"It's my name ya little shit." I laughed. "Since we're talking about names, how's about you tell me yours." He rolled his eyes with a smile.
"I did." He answered simply. It was my turn arch a brow.
"The one you told me was bull. Come on man." This was apparently the funniest thing he had ever heard because he just couldn't stop laughing. Not that I was complaining.
"In due time, Grimmjow. In due time." He smiled.
I don't like this chapter. The other was was better. I feel like something's wrong with it. Eh well. It's almost 12 and I've got school in the morning so I'm going to sleep. Leave me reviews to wake up to!
