Heat.
Author: Chihiro-Yukiiii!
Warnings: Profanity.. crappy humour, too much descriptiveness and Yaoi-themes!
Disclaimer: I OWN BLEACH. Jks. I'm a purple-haired, nineteen year-old who barely earns enough to get drunk at the weekends D: No ownage! Tite's property! I'll give your characters back soon Kubo-sama.
[A/N – THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! To everyone who's reviewed, favoured and notified! It makes me happy! Like I said, it's not about the reviews.. but let's all admit, they do make us smile! Sorry about the delay on this one. I still remain the queen of procrastination.. I started reading Die Biene's Heart of Bone again and lost track completely XD I think that's my one of my favourite ever GrimmIchi o.o'' Update Biene! I'm in desperate need of moar! ]
"I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing."
Shuffling into the spacious living area, Ichigo groaned and stretched tiredly before scooping his buzzing mobile from the low coffee table and glancing at the screen. He rolled his eyes when he opened a text from his childhood friend and colleague Renji.
' Call me goddamn it. Video call. I wana c the area.'
He scrolled through his sleek iPhone and found the video call application and called his friend, tapping his foot impatiently while he waited. Renji answered on the last ring, his flustered face filling the phone screen.
"Ichigo! Sorry man, I left my cell upstairs. How's things?" Renji grinned from the phone's screen and then sat down at his desk, balancing the phone upright against the wall in front of him.
"Pretty decent. This place is exactly what I was looking for. But why do I have to ring you? Aren't you capable of working your own damn phone?" Ichigo scowled down at his friend and watched the red-head mimic it in annoyance.
"You earn... double.. no.. triple what I earn in a year! It's expensive ringing these foreign countries you know. I'm not made of money. Anyway. Cut the crap. I wanna see where you're stayin'." Renji leant towards the screen expectantly, giving Ichigo a clear view of his tattooed features and burgundy irises. His chest was naked and his hair was loose around his shoulders, the crimson pouring over his face and shoulders haphazardly.
"What time is it back in Japan? Like.. four o'clock? Get up already, you lazy-ass." Ichigo snipped at Renji, turning the phone away from himself and panning the camera around the living room briefly.
"Too fast you idiot!"
"Well that's all you're getting."
"Don't be a dick!" Renji hollered from his end and Ichigo snickered, carrying the phone through and around the bedroom and then stuck it through the bathroom door for a few seconds. He heard Renji huff in annoyance and smirked. He always got a little kick out of teasing is old friend.
"At least show me the view from your window. Properly." Ichigo flipped the phone back for a view of his face, displaying his amused smile and further goading the man.
"What if I don't want to?"
"ICHIGO!" Renji almost snarled, closing his fist angrily atop of his wooden desk.
"All right! Chill Ren, chill." Rolling his eyes, Ichigo walked out of the front door and padded off the pathway and straight onto the sand. He rounded the front of the cabin before repositioning his phone to eye level and flipping the camera to the scenery. It was early morning, so the sun was only just skimming the horizon, the skies a hue of pink, blue and orange over the tropical sea. He began panning the camera for a better view of the scene and heard Renji whistle appreciatively.
"Wow. That's the real deal right there! With all that clear water and white sand. Should've taken me with you Ichi ol' pal!" Ichigo detected the lack of mirth or sarcasm in Renji's tone and flipped the camera back to himself.
"Are you kidding? I came here to get away from the likes of you!" Ichigo exclaimed loudly, pinning Renji with a disbelieving stare. He saw the small smile fall from his friend's face.
"Consider your next book unsellable, you jerk." Renji angled his chin up defiantly and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing as he did.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, without a decent cover design, sales pitch or advertisement.. you're basically fucked."
"Ren... Ishida always directs the sales pitch." Ichigo watched as Renji blanched, he's eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance as he basically lunged at his phone and brought it close to his reddening face.
"Without my cover and advertisement design, there would be no sales pitch! I basically piece together the whole sale of your stupid book!"
"My books not stupid!" It was Ichigo's turn to feel cheated and took the childish jibe personally.
"It's stupid. I don't understand the plot one bit!" Ichigo paused in his retort when he took in Renji's words, eventually snickering under his breath.
"I think that reflects your stupidity RenRen, not the books."
"...Fuck you strawberry." Renji lowered his voice for the last word, his tone turning pseudo sultry. Ichigo held the phone further from his face, compensating for the step back he would have taken if Renji had used that annoying pet-name in person.
"Why you litt-"
"Mr Kurosaki?" Ichigo jumped what felt like a few feet off the ground at the sound of his name. He whipped around to the source of the voice and felt slightly embarrassed when he spotted a small woman carrying a woven basket. He started to feel awkward, assuming she'd overheard his rude banter.
"On Mr. Jaegerjaques request, I've brought you your usual breakfast and a lunch pack for your boat trip this morning. He also requests that you bring a swimming costume. He said could you please be at the docking area by half past nine."
"Who the heck is that?" Renji piped up through the receiver, his view that of Ichigo's bare feet as Ichigo's phone hung in his hand at his side.
"Zip it Ren. Right. Ok. Thanks." Ichigo snipped at Renji under his breath before addressing the woman. She nodded her head curtly.
"A vehicle will be around in the next hour to take you to the docking area." She added before handing the basket to Ichigo. She inclined her head slightly, turned away and walked briskly into the tropical canopy.
"Jagger-who now?" Renji questioned from the handset. Ichigo brought the phone back up to his face and gave Renji an exasperated look, his eyebrows knitting together momentarily.
"None of your business Abarai." Renji barked out a laugh and smirked suggestively at Ichigo through the screen.
"Do I spot a holiday romance on the horizon? Boat trip ay?"
"Renji, piss off. I've got better things to do with my day than talk with you, idiot."
"Ooooh! Someone's getting their panties in a twist!"
"GOODBYE, Renji." Ichigo went to hit the 'end call' button, but paused in the motion when he spotted Renji waving frantically at the screen.
"No no wait! I need your advice before you go!"
"Oh yeah?" Ichigo raised a sceptical eyebrow as Renji began scrambling through his desk-draw.
"Yeah. What design do you prefer? Dark with minimal design, or abstract and colourful?" Renji held up to cover designs to the camera for Ichigo's scrutiny.
"Already? Wow. Ok. Uhh.. I guess.. I guess the Dark with minimal design; we don't really want to wander to far from the original book design."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same. Dark and minimal it is then. Thanks man." Renji gave him a wide smile, his eyes squinting with the intensity of it. Ichigo nodded thoughtfully, gazing out to the beach.
"Well.. I best be going.. I need to be ready for when- Uh.. Well I'll text you soon Ren."
"Sure thing dude!" Renji's unnerving smile remained and Ichigo recoiled slightly, murmuring a goodbye.
"Make sure you use protection!" The words tumbled from Renji's mouth in a rushed mess, his tone playful as he snickered and tapped the 'end call' button, giving a quick wave seconds before the screen blacked out.
"Bastard.." Ichigo snapped at thin air, glaring at the iPhone in his grasp. He huffed out a long-suffering sigh and stalked back into his cabin to prepare a bag for the day ahead. He was getting more and more jittery by the second, his nerves getting the better of him for the impending boat trip with the blue-haired stranger, a 'stranger' he'd become far too comfortable much too quickly for his taste.
It was supposed to take weeks to get fully used of someone new, not two days. In Ichigo's mind, he felt like he should take a step back, he felt too involved with someone who most likely didn't share his interests. But he couldn't pull out of the boat trip last minute without a solid excuse.. and he'd miss out on all the fun..
Resolved in his decision, Ichigo shook his head as if ridding it of the nagging thoughts and began to snoop around the bedroom in search for items he might find useful on a boat.
The sun was already hot and intensely bright in the morning sky and Grimmjow bathed in the blissful heat, sunning himself like a pampered feline. He was reclined on top of the concrete wall lining the docking area, his arms tucked behind his head and a pair of dark aviators shading his eyes from the blazing sun. He lazily turned to gaze at the small road beyond the dock to spot a small vehicle pulling up. He watched Kurosaki jump out from the passenger seat, stumbling slightly. Grimmjow felt a smile pull at his lips as Ichigo placed a hand above his eyes in order to see past the sun's glare.
Recognition struck Ichigo's slightly scrunched features and he strode over to Grimmjow's perch, coming to a stop and squinting down at the older man.
"Where's ya sunglasses? Can't walk around like that all day, you look stupid."
"Gee, thanks." Ichigo scowled as best as he could through the intense light. Grimmjow giggled momentarily before reaching into his trouser pocket and withdrawing another pair of sun glasses. He held them out for Ichigo, his toothy grin abnormally white and shiny in the sun light.
"Here ya go. I always carry a spare. Don't lose them." Ichigo took the aviators, looking a little conscious that they were exactly the same glasses Grimmjow had perched above his nose, an identical copy.
"I can't-" Ichigo started, but Grimmjow cut him off swiftly.
"Of course ya can kid. No one but ol' me out on that boat today. And who am I to judge. I won't hold it against you for not looking as good as me wearing them." Grimmjow flashed another one of his smirks before picking himself up from his make-shift sun bed and waltzing away from Ichigo.
"Riight.. Whatever you've got to tell yourself Jaegerjaques." Ichigo grumbled after the departing man, before huffing and placing the dark glasses on his face gingerly. Grimmjow turned to look at the younger man, a small noise of appreciation emitting from his throat. He wondered at that. All the kid had done was put a pair of sunglasses on his face. Yet the look suited him and complimented the shape of his face nicely. His eyes travelled down and he noticed how lean the younger man's body looked in his clothes; a pair of Quicksilver swimming trunks and a white band t-shirt.
He dismissed the odd thought process and made his way to a thick rope anchoring the small but expensive looking boat to the shore.
"Move your ass, we've got to set off before ten o'clock." Grimmjow finished untying the rope and walked back towards Ichigo, ushering him towards the ramp that led onto the boat.
"All right already." Ichigo flinched noticeably away from the persistent hand pushing at his lower back and made his way quickly up the ramp and onto the boat. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at that but followed shortly after and pulled the ramp up onto the boat when he was safely aboard. He turned to see Ichigo wandering aimlessly around the small deck, looking at loss but awed all the same.
Grimmjow stared momentarily before wandering to the middle of the boat. "You can sit down, yano." He tossed over his shoulder as he approached the wheel and started up the engine. He turned back again to see Ichigo begin to take in all of his surroundings, running his hand along any available surface as he walked.
The small boat consisted of a tiny deck area lined with large and cushioned white seats. Further on up the deck from the seats, a set of stairs took you below and into a small bedroom. The middle of the boat transited into a control area which contained the wheel and other means of controlling the boat, a large part-transparent windshield encased it in a horseshoe shape. The bow of the ship stretched out for a quite a length before ending in a point. For as awed as Ichigo seemed to be, Grimmjow assumed he wasn't particularly familiar with boating, or with any of the other monster yachts and cruise liner he happened to own.
"She's a beauty! Isn't she?" Grimmjow hollered as he began to drive the boat out of the dock, slowly picking up speed as he made to do a u-turn out of the bay. He turned slightly to see the younger man's orange head pop out from the lower deck out of the corner of his eye. Ichigo made his way over and stood at the wheel with Grimmjow, staring over the controls with intent eyes.
"Can't say I've been on such a good looking boat before.. so I've got to agree really. You've got a double bed down there Jaegerjaques.. what kind of people do you usually take on these 'trips' of yours..." Ichigo turned to look sceptically his counterpart and Grimmjow laughed gruffly, his canines bared in a wide smirk.
"All sorts. Usually round up a few hookers and have a wild orgy down there every week."
"Classy." The younger man snorted but looked rather unsure of himself, as if he was debating whether Grimmjow was actually lying or not. Grimmjow spotted the look and rolled his eyes through his seemingly permanent smirk.
"I'm messin' with you kid. Ya seriously need to stop being so damn gullible."
"I wouldn't of doubted your sarcasm if you didn't seem the type to actually do such a thing." Ichigo snapped, scooting away from the man and huffing.
Grimmjow whipped his head to Ichigo and raised an eyebrow in an amused manner. "Oh, Strawberry got a bite!"
"Damn right I do. No one owns a luxury boat with a king-sized bed inside for nothing... Hey ..wait-" Ichigo was cut off by a barking chorus of laughter and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, waiting for the man to finish his loud fit of amusement.
The older of the two wiped a tear from his eye with the back of his hand. "Classic. Taking to the nickname already?"
"I'm in no mood for this crap." Ichigo bit out before turning away and stalking over to the sofa-like, cushioned seats at the far end of the deck and throwing himself down in a careless fashion.
"Someone got outta the wrong side of the bed this morning! Cheer up kiddo, we'll be there in ten." Grimmjow shouted over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the darkening waters ahead, signalling its increasing depth. He was now well out of the small bay and cruising at a fair speed along the coast-line. He was headed towards the shore of an even smaller island just out to sea and planned to anchor up in the shallow waters. The area was spectacular for snorkelling, the sea bed thriving with life; packed with colourful sea weeds, animals and coral reefs. He got the feeling Ichigo would be suitably impressed.
Ichigo hung his head moodily over a clenched fist as his elbow rested on top of the chair, his eyes downcast to the rushing waters cutting along the edge of the boat. The warm air whipped his hair into his face and the boat rolling over the waves jostled his prone body every few seconds, but he was still lost to his thoughts. He'd never know why he let this man - practically a stranger to him - wind him up so severely. It had almost been three days since he'd first met the man but he felt as if he'd known him a lifetime, despite hardly knowing anything about him or his past.
It was like another Renji had barged their way into his life and demanded to be a part of it. He'd never bantered and clashed with anyone else apart from Abarai; up until now. He had no doubt in his mind that even after this vacation, Jaegerjaques would find a way into his life at home. Or was that just Ichigo being self-deluded and desperately hopeful? No. No he wasn't that obsessed. Was he?
Ichigo cringed internally. He was having a hard time persuading himself. No matter how irritating the man could be, Ichigo could feel himself falling.
A sharp slap of coolness hit Ichigo's face and he blanched, jumping back from his slouched position over the side of the boat. Recoiling, he scrubbed a hand down his face, wiping the excess salty water away. As if nature was his very enemy, a wave had curled around the side of the boat and aimed directly for his brooding form. Ichigo picked up a familiar snicker and turned to see Grimmjow glancing over his shoulder, trademark grin firmly in place.
"Fate dealt ya a cruel card there kid. Shouldn't be hanging face-first over the side of a moving boat if ya ask me." Ichigo gave the man a look of nonchalance, shrugging and sitting back down on a different seat.
Ichigo heard the driver let of a huff and he chanced a look at the man from under his eyelashes.
"Come on, lighten up. We're here anyway." He looked up properly to see Grimmjow begin to fiddle around with a few strange controls, bringing the boat to a stop and then anchoring it to the spot. He picked himself up off the seat and stood at his full height, scoping the area with amber irises hidden behind dark lenses.
Like most of Cuba's shore line, this area was beautiful. He walked to the edge of the boat and gazed down into the glassy waters. He felt himself take a slow intake of breath as he looked down upon an ecosystem teeming with wildlife; every sea creature was easily visible through the crystallised water, schools of multicolour fish danced around the sea bed, the vibrant colours a sharp contrast to the grey stones, green weeds and white coral decorating the scene.
He felt Grimmjow stop behind him and almost lean agianst his shoulder to follow Ichigo's vision. A friendly arm was slung around his shoulders and he was pulled sharply to the older man's side. He froze, wary of the man's motives and feeling suddenly hot under the colour from the proximity.
"Impressed?" Ichigo murmured a small yes in reply, his body tense against the older man's body.
"Thought so. Discovered this little place during the development of the resort. Fancy a swim?" Grimmjow looked down at the top of an orange head and Ichigo felt the man's eyes boring into him expectantly.
"Uh. Yeah. Yeah sure.. I guess. But I haven't got-"
"Gotcha covered kid." Grimmjow dislodged his arm from around Ichigo's neck and waltzed down to the lower deck of the ship. Ichigo turned to see the man reappear up the steps holding a set of snorkelling masks.
"Here, catch!" A mask flew at Ichigo and he barely had enough time to catch the flying object before it went overboard. He sent a fleeting scowl at the other man, before he felt his scowl turn into a gawp of surprise.
Grimmjow chucked the snorkel to the floor and began to peel his black tank-top off his chest and up over his head.. in a strangely slow and seductive motion. Once the top was over his head he flung it carelessly on the deck and ran a hand back through his hair; brushing a few loose strands from his face. He turned, pulling his aviators from his face and gave Ichigo a small smirk, his eyes half-lidded and somehow.. darker.
Ichigo felt his face heat up and his throat tighten simultaneously. He kept his gaze locked with that seductive leer, unable to rip his eyes away even as he felt heat pool in his groin. He swore the man's pink tongue peeked out to swipe along his smiling lips, but before he could assess this the moment was gone. Grimmjow turned away from the younger man and kicked his shoes off. He fixed the mask to his face, adjusting the straps as Ichigo merely watched the man, standing limp and conscious of his current state.
The blue-haired devil turned to glance at Ichigo through the snorkel lenses. Then, to Ichigo's surprise, the man took off at a run across the boat and made an almighty leap straight over the side, cackling all the way with unrestrained glee. He heard a loud splash and rushed to the side of the boat to see Grimmjow resurface and blow a spurt of water from the mouth piece.
'Show off..'
"Were the stairs not good enough for you?" Ichigo questioned shrewdly, eyeing his counterpart with exasperation.
"Come on kid! The waters fine! Jump!" Grimmjow hollered, doing a steady back-crawl away from his boat while gazing at Ichigo still up on deck.
"I'd rather not." Ichigo admonished, chucking the snorkel down on a seat and pulling his t-shirt off quickly. He took the borrowed sun glasses off and squinted at the piercing sunlight, putting them down carefully on the seat with his shirt.
"Aaww, don't be a pussy!" Ichigo had just finished fixing the snorkel to his face and sent a glare at the man in the water.
"I'm not being a pussy!" Ichigo shouted at the other man, cocking his hip and crossing his arms other his lean chest.
"Well come on then!"
The younger man let out a long sigh. He backed himself into the middle of the boat. He'd done more daring things in his youth, so why was he suddenly feeling so apprehensive?
He steeled himself and took off at a run. The side of the boat lingered and he used all of his leg strength to jump clean over the edge and bomb into the calm waters. He felt his body hit the surface with a slap and plummet a few feet under the water.
Opening his eyes, he beheld a tropical world. The sea thrived with life and he felt himself smile in appreciation. He couldn't appreciate the scene for long before he realized he needed to clear his mouth piece. He propelled himself to the surface and blew hard on the mouth piece, water splashing from the pipe attached to his mask.
He watched as the older man swam over to him and stopped to tread water about a foot away. "Now, how much more fun was that than taking the fuckin' stairs?"
"...Pretty fun." Ichigo found himself smiling back at the man as he let out a short laugh.
"Told ya so! Now come on, I'm heading over to that beach. We can swim through the coral reef." Ichigo looked over Grimmjow's shoulder at a tiny island; purely made of a white beach and a cluster of trees. Grimmjow turned around and beckoned Ichigo with his hand, then dived under the calm waves. Ichigo watched Grimmjow's muscled form descend to the ocean floor, the water distorting the image.
Taking a large gulp of air, Ichigo dived down after the man, quickly catching up and swimming up by Grimmjows side. A shoal of tropical fish swirled around the two as they swam right though the middle of the underwater ecosystem.
He was glad he'd brought the kid out with him. Ichigo seemed in his element, investigating every nook and cranny in the rocks and swimming along the sandy sea bed. By the time they'd swam through the whole reef they'd reached the shore of the small island they had been headed for. It had been an hour since the two had pulled themselves ashore and reclined on the dusty sand, the suns generous rays warming their bodies. Ichigo was currently reciting a beach trip he'd taken with his friends a few years back, his tone warm and affectionate as he described the trouble they'd got themselves into.
"So when the idiot realised he'd chucked the bucket of ice-cold water over a complete stranger's head instead of Ikkaku's, he went completely pale.. the guy turned around but Renji was already sprinting down the beach, running across a load of rocks and pebbles without his shoes. He didn't look back once to see if they guy was actually following.. we lost the retard for hours.. couldn't find him anywhere." Grimmjow snorted at the story, assuming this man was quite the character. He lifted the arm tossed over his eyes to side-glance the younger man, who was smiling to himself at the memory.
"Did ya find him in the end?"
Ichigo chuckled lightly. "Yeah, it was almost dark when we finally did. He was sat with a group of girls from our year, insisting he owned the huge yacht just off shore and promising to take them to Thailand in it."
"...Did they believe him?" Grimmjow questioned, gazing at Ichigo as silent laughter wracked the kid's body.
"No no, everybody knew Abarai was a bullshitter when it came to scoring women. He would try anything for some tail, and that included shit-faced lying."
"Is he still like that?"
"Nah. He learnt his lesson a long time ago. He tried it on with my friend Rukia... but she played him at his own game. He went crazy; she was always the woman he wanted but couldn't reach, she kept him at arms length. Soon enough he was obsessed with having her.. and still to this day, he's her personal lapdog. I don't know why she doesn't just give in to him he's annoying us all, but she's got some kind of dominance complex and hates showing weakness."
"Ya know how to pick 'em kid." Grimmjow mumbled, tossing his arm back over his eyes.
"What?"
"Your friends are ten fuckin' shades of crazy." Ichigo sat up a little and raised his brow sceptically.
"You're a fine one to talk."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." The silence seemed to stretch for a few minutes and Ichigo began to fidget. Grimmjow sat up and turned to face him fully.
"How'd ya figure?"
"Well for one you practically ignore the rest of your customers-"
"What can I say? You're the only person on the island with a sense of fuckin' humour." The older man stared off to his right, an irritated look marring his handsome face.
Ichigo opened his mouth to talk but he was cut off before the first word could even form. "I mean, everyone who visits the place are stuck up, self righteous arseholes. They probably don't know the fuckin' meaning of the word 'fun'"
"AND another thing! You always talk over me!"
"How do-"
"I can never finish a sentence!"
"Fuckin' hell-"
"Learn some manners!"
"Allright already! Jeez!" Grimmjow practically hollered. He watched Ichigo sit up all the way and face him fully, cross legged on the white sand.
"See. How'd you like it." Ichigo sounded like a petulant child, puffing his chest out defiantly.
"You could'a excepted the damn compliment, yano."
"What compliment?"
"Letting ya know you have a good sense of humour!" Grimmjow let his trademark smile stretch his lips, his cerulean eyes penetrating the chocolate-brown ones before them.
"Right. Ok. Thanks.. I guess?" Ichigo murmured, confusion crossing his features as he stared back into Grimmjow's unnerving eyes.
"You're welcome." The older man drawled, narrowing his eyes playfully and leaning forward. He saw Ichigo lean away, his eyes widening fractionally.
"Enough talking about my apparent insanity. I want to hear more about your life, strawberry." His tone was low, husky and far too sexual for the given subject. And he knew. He knew all too well, but he couldn't help pushing the boundaries. He loved seeing the other man squirm.
"I-I, um.. I haven't heard that much about y-you yet. Let's.. let's hear about you." Ichigo stumbled and muttered his words, his gaze downcast to his fingers absentmindedly raking through the sand.
"Me? All right. Things I haven't told you... Ah. Right. Well I was born in Germany. Lived in Berlin for twelve years before my mother wanted the family to relocate to Japan. Went to a university near Tokyo, but I dropped out after the first year and decided to work for my father. Moved to America for a few years to promote the business, but I recently moved back into Japan when the old man passed. So I'm living back in Tokyo. Every few months I take time away to asses my resorts and hotels." Ichigo raised his head and looked respectably captivated at Grimmjow's hectic life, letting out a small 'huh' in appreciation.
"My favourite colour is blue."
The younger man snickered lightly "Wouldn't of guessed that one."
"I was born on July 31st. I've probably only got one real friend. I like whiskey. I smoke. I'm bi-sexual. Favourite food is beef udon-"
"Wait..."
Grimmjow stopped in his rant to look at his counterpart.
Ichigo's jaw was slacked and his eyes wide. "You're... You're... Bi..sexual?"
Grimmjow barked out a laugh at the younger mans reaction and shifted closer to the prone male, leering suggestively, his eyes dark. He watched Ichigo's adam's apple bob; the younger man swallowing nervously.
"Yeah sure. Ya could just say I'm promiscuous.. experimented a lot in my youth. But I like to think it's more than that, I don't just fuck anything that moves.. I have taste.. and that taste applies when it comes to men. So I guess that makes me Bi."
[A/N – Ooooh! A cliff hanger-ish ending :3 I have to apologize again for the OOC, I make myself cringe sometimes.. Grimm isn't as merciless, brash or bloodthirsty as I like him! But that would be hard to incorporate into a story like this XD Quite obviously. heh. This one was longer than the rest.. got carried away I guess o.o Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! :D *UNEDITED CHAPTER, TIS 4.35 AND CHIHIRO NEEDS SLEEPZ.* ]
