Author Notes: Hi, minna! Yeah, I finally got the time and energy to update this fic. RL has been very, very cruel to me this week and will be for the next weeks to come as well. Work has been getting more hectic and along with that, I have a pretty bad cold that is causing me to deal with this goddamn headache.-groans-

Anyhow, I hope you'll also like this chapter just like the previous ones. Anyway, please tell me what you think and of course, NO FLAMES please.

Again, I thank my beloved beta-reader and friend Yoshimara. Love ya, Yoshi-kun!–hugs-

I also dedicate this chapter to my friend and RP partner, xXShui-HimeXx.^^

Beta'd version posted on Aug. 16, 2009; 14:37.

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Warnings: This fic contains yaoi/malexmale relationships, foul language and possible OOCness so don't complain about the characters being OOC because you've been warned.

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach but I really, really wish I do.

FOUR: Of crazy bets and fan girls

After that incident, Ichigo dragged himself to go down and eat dinner with his family. Of course, Grimmjow was there and he tried his best to simply ignore the German and eat his food quietly while his idiot of a father danced around the table just because the whole family was complete.

After the normally crazy dinner, he immediately went upstairs to hole himself up in his room and do his homework, hoping that Grimmjow wouldn't come inside and bother him. Thankfully, his wish was granted and he took that chance to quickly slip into his pajamas and lay down on his bed to sleep. He, for one, was not in the mood to put up with his stupid stepbrother's arrogance and teasing.

However, it was difficult for him to drift off to sleep since his mind was filled with nothing but Grimmjow.

What was happening to him?

He felt that everything about him was slowly changing ever since he met his stepbrother. His normal and peaceful life was now nothing but normal and not only that Grimmjow was having a grand time making fun of him, he was also the most annoying and arrogant person he had ever met… but… why? Why was he acting like this? Why couldn't he stop thinking of him?

Why was he acting like a fucking school girl?

Growling loudly, he pulled his blanket over his head and closed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep.

He did NOT just act like a girl a while ago!

Grimmjow went to the living room to watch TV after dinner, while Isshin went to his small clinic located at the front part of the house and the twins were left to the dining room to clean up. He flipped onto some channels and later on got bored since all he could see were Japanese shows. He turned the TV off and languidly stretched on the couch.

Man, he missed Germany but he had to admit, his situation now was way much better than it was there. All the people hated him, especially his father's relatives. They all blamed him for his death and said that if he hadn't gone out in the middle of the evening to drink with his friends, his father wouldn't have gone out as well to look for him and wouldn't have gotten randomly shot by some drunken dumb punk. Though his father can be strict sometimes, he had been a good father to him, and he… he hadn't been a good son, he was very well aware of that.

He slowly let out a long sigh as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

He didn't fully blame himself for his death. He knew he shouldn't but the unmistakable pang of guilt was still there, haunting him like a ghost, eating his soul like a death god craving for its next victim.

He shook his head to shove those thoughts off of his mind and stood up. He should stop thinking of the past, he had a new life now and that was all that mattered. He pushed himself to stand up and left the living room to go upstairs. He remembered he had homework to do and Ichigo was there. Maybe teasing him a little would help him get over his sudden recollection of the past.

Ever since he met the orange-haired teen, he always felt extreme excitement coursing through his body. He didn't really understand why, but there was something in Ichigo that he didn't see in other people. Yeah, he was a hot-tempered prick but he was also adorable and attractive which was why he loved making fun of him so much. His blushing face and his signature scowl was always an interesting spectacle for him to see.

He casually climbed up the stairs, a mischievous smile curved up his lips as a playful idea crossed his mind.

When he finally arrived on his stepbrother's room, he slowly opened the door and wasn't surprised to see the orange-head already lying on his bed with a blanket covering his entire body. His brows raised in wicked amusement. Was Ichigo really asleep or just pretending?

Well, he should find out for himself right?

Like a cat prowling on his prey, he silently sauntered towards the bed, approaching the sleeping form in front of him. He slowly sat beside Ichigo and laid his hand on the man's shoulder, gently poking him. He let out a smirk when no response came from his stepbrother. Being more playful now, he slid his hand up to pull the edge of the soft material off the orange-haired teen, excitement quickly welling up inside him when he saw the man's face. Ichigo doesn't look asleep at all and his scowling face obviously gave that away. There was just no way that a person would still wear a scowl while sleeping.

Pretending to be asleep, eh?

He smirked evilly.

This should be fun.

With a mischievous grin on his face, he gently ran his fingers on the sleeping man's face, reveling in the sensation of that smooth skin under his. He definitely felt the man twitch and saw his brows flinched momentarily when he brushed the pad of his thumb along the Japanese teenager's lips. He decided to make things a little more fun.

He slowly leaned down and bought his face close to Ichigo. He was sure his stepbrother was awake and was pretending to be asleep. Well, he did not get to have his kiss earlier because of Yuzu so maybe this was the perfect chance to claim his prize and have a taste of those sweet lips finally.

He felt the other man's breathe hitch then his eyes snapped open, looking shamefully and furiously at him. Then, a pair of hands shot up his chest and shoulder, quickly shoving him away.

"What the fuck are you doing, bastard?" Ichigo demanded with a red face. He couldn't believe that his stepbrother would still do something as unspeakable as this even when he was sleeping… or pretended to be.

Grimmjow landed on his butt to the floor but that didn't stop him from making his amused smirk even wider. "Isn't it obvious? I was about to kiss you." He replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that was so fucking obvious! What I want to know is why, why do you do these things?" The orange-head asked angrily, his face still flushed and his brown eyes throwing daggers at the foreigner.

"What things?" The German asked innocently.

"Molesting me!" Ichigo snapped impatiently.

Grimmjow let out a loud, sadistic laugh that made the Japanese teen angrier. He had the urge to stuff the pillow he was holding inside the other man's mouth.

"I'm not molesting you, you like it. You just don't want to admit it." The teal-haired teen replied while he laughed his ass off.

Ichigo didn't have any second thoughts anymore when he threw the pillow he was holding at the cackling foreigner. Unfortunately, it was easily caught by Grimmjow, which made his anger stronger. "I don't like it one bit, asshole! Did I show any signs that I liked what you were doing to me? I definitely did not!"

"Like I said, you don't want to admit it yet. You're in denial, Ichi."

"Shut up! I am not! Why would I be? I am not fucking gay!"

Grimmjow stopped laughing then looked at Ichigo with a raised eye brow. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, goddamnit!" Ichigo insisted. It was true, he was not gay. He was not attracted to guys and definitely not to Grimmjow. What he was experiencing was probably because he was not used to the fact that he now has a stepbrother.

Yeah, that was probably it!

"That is so hard to believe. I think you're gay or bi, anything but straight." Grimmjow teased, enjoying the blush on the other man's angry face.

"Fuck you! How the fuck did you know? You don't even know me that well!"

"Okay, I have one thing that'll prove that you're gay or a bi."

"What? Don't tell me you have a fucking detector for it! Fucking ridiculous!"

"No, of course I don't. But I have a question that'll prove that you're fucking gay… or bi."

"What is it then?"

"Have you ever had a girlfriend before, Ichi?"

Ichigo slightly gawked at the question. He hadn't experienced being in a relationship before and he didn't have any crushes but what does it have to do with his sexuality?

The teal-haired man just looked questioningly at him, his blue eyes tainted with twisted amusement as he looked at him.

Looking pale and crushed, he shook his head lightly and answered. "No, I haven't but…" He pulled up his scowling face again and regained his composure. "That doesn't mean anything, asshole!"

Grimmjow just laughed again, extremely amused. "Oh, so you really are gay and you don't even know it." He kept teasing.

"I am not!" Ichigo still denied, he was saying the truth. Really, he was!

"Yeah, right!"

"I am not fucking gay!"

"Yeah, whatever!" The German replied as he continued laughing hard on the floor.

Ichigo growled, his patience finally wearing thin. He wanted to kill Grimmjow right then and there but he knew he couldn't so without even thinking, he blurted, "I can prove it to you, you fucktard!"

Grimmjow stopped laughing for a moment then looked mockingly at him."Oh and how are you going to do that, Ichi?" He asked.

He furrowed his brows defiantly and looked determinedly at the foreigner. "I'm going to get myself a girlfriend in three days!" He declared. He really didn't know what he was saying but it was too late for him to take it all back.

The foreigner's brows shot up in feigned disbelief. "Really, now?"

"Yes, you goddamn idiot! I'll get myself a girlfriend and prove to you that I am not fucking gay!"

"I'd love to see that." His stepbrother shot back.

Ichigo on the other hand, was panicking inside. What the fuck was he thinking? Oh yeah, he wasn't thinking anything but his anger when he said those stupid words but anyway, the big fucking problem was this: How could he get a girl to be his girlfriend in three days? How? How? HOW?

"Oh, you'll definitely see it because I'm sure that in three fucking days, I'll have a pretty girl flinging on my arms, flaunting how beautiful she is to you!" He screamed, digging himself deeper into his own grave.

Grimmjow shot up from the floor and looked tauntingly at him. "Alright, I'll wait for it. If ever you did get to find a girlfriend, I'll change my mind into thinking that you are not gay and you are not attracted to me."

"I am NOT gay and I am definitely NOT attracted to you, asshole and if ever I did get myself a girl in three days, you'll swear that you will fucking leave me alone and pretend that we don't know each other, got that? " He replied.

"Ha, you got yourself a fucking deal, Strawberry!"

"Don't call me Strawberry, moron!"

After that long evening wherein he tossed and turned in his bed because he couldn't sleep (while Grimmjow was snoring the whole evening, sleeping like a fucking baby) , morning finally came and Ichigo was mulling over the fact that he just made a bet with his evil stepbrother and he was going to lose it.

How the hell was he gonna find a woman who can be his girlfriend in three fucking days? He had never approached any girls before and the only female friends he had were Rukia and Tatsuki, his childhood friend who used to beat him in judo when they were kids.

This was a big problem and he didn't really know what to do!

With a heavy, long sigh, he stared outside the window and looked blankly at the clouds, thinking. Before he left the house, he made sure that Grimmjow wouldn't be coming with him. He really was not in the mood to face the bastard 'coz it'd only remind him of his stupidity. But then again, he would see him here later on in class, but at least the foreigner wouldn't have the chance to talk or even say a word to him. It was really a good thing that the entire school hadn't found out that they were living together in one roof as stepbrothers.

He shook his heads frantically and drove those disturbing and annoying thoughts somewhere deep inside his mind. He should concentrate on thinking of ways on how he could find his potential first girlfriend. His stomach painfully churned at the thought because he felt…

No!

He was not disgusted!

He liked girls!

He was not gay!

Keeping his mind in check once again, he brought his mind back into thinking of his self-inflicted problem. Maybe he could ask Renji but the pineapple would only laugh at him. He could approach Rukia, she would be more sensitive and understanding about it, but he was a man and Rukia was a girl and he could imagine it would be fucking awkward to tell her about it.

What the fuck was he going to do?

"Kurosaki-kun."

His line of thoughts were cut off by a feminine voice. He slowly turned his head around to look and found three girls smiling sweetly in front of him. Those girls were his classmates and they never talked to him, heck, not even smiled at him, so what's the fucking reason that they're doing it now? He gave them a very strange look. "Errr… yeah?" He asked dumbly.

The girl in the middle suddenly fidgeted, moving uneasily as if she was going to confess or something but he knew that wasn't the case. Most girls in his class were scared of him because of his scowling face and exemplary bad record at the guidance office. But seriously, what do they want from him?

"Kurosaki-kun, we were wondering if you could…" She started then held out a small rectangular box with cute gift wrapping. "…give this to Grimmjow-kun?"

He looked at them with a stupid look on his face.

"W-why the fuck are you asking me?" He snapped almost angrily as a horrible realization hit him.

All three girls were shocked by his reaction; they started shifting nervously, as if they were dying to get away from him. But the girl at the left was brave enough to answer him. "B-because we th-thought it's best if you could g-give it to him s-since you're his s-stepbrother."

He gaped this time… in extreme horror.

What the fuck?

No fucking way!

His school life was now… over! Officially over!

How the fuck did they know?

Did Grimmjow tell them? That fucking bastard!

He wiped the terrified look on his face and scowled darkly at his classmates. "How the fuck did you know that?" He demanded with clenched teeth.

Seeing the angry look on his face, the three girls took a few steps back away from him. The girl from the right answered him this time. "W-we just h-heard from a f-freshman!" She stuttered.

"How?" He bellowed that made all his classmates look at him.

"She secretly followed Grimmjow home then realized that it was also your house." The girl in the middle quickly explained.

"Then she got to talk to a neighbor and she found out that Grimmjow-kun is your stepmother's son!" The girl in the left added fearfully.

As Ichigo heard those words, he felt his freedom being swallowed by a dark presence that he would like to call Grimmjow. Now that the entire school probably knew about their little secret, he could totally say goodbye to his peaceful school life and hello to a school life full of love letters, bentos, gifts, unwanted attention and other stupid shit. And it was all because of his annoyingly handsome stepbrother, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

How he wanted to kill someone right now.

He wanted to shout at his classmates or kill the girl that stalked Grimmjow home or as he thought a while ago, kill someone (preferably Grimmjow) but instead, he took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger. "I'm not gonna fucking give that to him. He's in this class too, you guys fucking give that shit to him!" He grumbled then looked out the window again, completely ignoring his stepbrother's fangirls.

He heard small whispers as a response then the soft sound of footsteps pattering away from him. He allowed himself to let out a small sigh of relief and groaned when he felt the effects of a coming headache.

Great.

What a fucking day this was going to be.

Not only that he had to deal with Grimmjow, he also had to deal with his growing number of fan girls.

Fuck it!

And if he thought his day couldn't get any worse, it just did, when out of nowhere a battalion of girls marched wildly around the

courtyard. The girls at the front were holding this big banner that made his eyes pop out in horror, disbelief and anger as he read the words written on the large piece of cloth.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques Fan Club.

Holy shit!

No way!

This is crazy!

A fan club for Grimmjow?

Fuck that!

Really!

Fuck that!

He was about to run out of his room and scream like a mad man when he heard a voice spoke beside him.

"Oh, he now has a fan club eh."

He immediately spun his head around to look and found Renji.

"Oh, yeah!" Ichigo grumbled, shooting daggers at the girls below, his irritation flaring up even more when he realized that most of them were his classmates ad some of them are fucking boys.

What the fuck?

Even guys are attracted to him?

Fuck that!

"Eh, Grimmjow-kun is really popular now!" Ichigo heard one girl said.

"Yeah, well, can't blame those girls though. He IS super hot!" Another girl said.

"Ah, he's so lucky!" A boy said.

He heard a lot of statements after that and he felt more irritated that the main cause of all this ruckus was still not here. Grimmjow would probably, no, definitely love this exaggerated kind of attention since the goddamn bastard is a frigging attention seeker.

"You're so lucky, Ichigo!" A male voice said behind him as an arm snaked around his shoulder.

He immediately death glared at the person touching him and had half a mind of punching the guy but immediately changed his mind when he found out who it was. "Beat it, Keigo!"

"Eh, what's with that sour look for? Aren't you happy that your stepbrother is warmly accepted by our school?" Keigo replied with a maniacal smile on his face. Keigo was one of his friends at school but one thing he disliked about the guy was this attitude. He could be very, very dumb sometimes.

He grabbed the arm that was wrapped around his neck, removed it and twisted it, making his friend cry out in pain.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Ichigo!"

"Shut the fuck up or I'll break your frigging arm!" He warned.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll shut up! I'll shut up!" Keigo immediately replied.

Ichigo immediately let go of him then looked outside again.

This is crazy!

Those girls are crazy!

Heck, everybody seems crazy!

All of a sudden, the group of fan girls shrieked and acted like crazy for there on the pathway that lead to the school building was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, walking casually and coolly, smiling charmingly at his fan girls that made them scream and act wilder than a wild animal.

Ichigo fought the urge to growl at him.

Why the fuck is he smiling at those girls?

Why the fuck was he angry anyway?

And so his morning started out like a crazy parade because of the 'Grimmjow Jeagerjaques Fan Club', but it didn't end there, for all throughout his lunch break or when he goes to the bathroom or whenever he had free time, his stepbrother's fan girls would approach him and would beg him to give their stupid gifts to his stupid stepbrother. Of course, he all drove them away but failed when one of them cried. Come on, even though he didn't like those girls, he was not the type to make one cry. It was his fucking weakness.

Thus, before last period started, he approached Grimmjow with a small box wrapped in blue paper in his hand. The German was looking uninterestingly outside the window, ignoring the small flock of fan girls located a meter away from him. The girls immediately sensed his presence and looked strangely at him. He just ignored them and proceeded to approach his stepbrother.

"Oi." He said as he slapped the small gift on Grimmjow's desk.

Grimmjow looked at his stepbrother with his usual grin. "Hey, Ichi!"

"One of your fucking fan girls asked me to give you this." He said, ignoring the greeting then turned around walked back to his desk.

The group of fan girls blinked at the brothers' interaction… they immediately disliked Ichigo. On the other hand, Grimmjow just looked amusingly at Ichigo. He knew and he could feel that beneath that scowling face, his beloved stepbrother was jealous. He fixed his gaze on the small box in front of him and sighed, suddenly wearing a boring expression on his face.

Looks like there'd be another gift to throw away.

It's not that he didn't like gifts, he loved accepting them but not from random people that he didn't even know.

That evening, while Grimmjow was downstairs watching TV, Ichigo took the chance to call Rukia. He decided that asking Rukia was the best thing he could really do to win the fucking bet he started and finally get rid of Grimmjow. He dialed the girl's number, hoping that she would immediately answer. He heard a couple of rings and a soft click before he heard Rukia's sweet but deep voice on the line.

"Rukia!"

"Oi, Ichigo. What's up?"

"I'm okay. You?"

The other line was quiet for a moment. "I'm okay." Rukia answered, her voice tinged with hesitation. "Why'd you call?"

Ichigo paused and bit his lip, uncertain if he should really ask Rukia for help about this. Well, she would probably laugh or tease him shitless but she was way much better to approach than that fucking pineapple head Renji. "I… need your help." He replied, his voice low and weak.

"About what?"

He took a deep breath and finally manned up. "I need a girlfriend."

Author Notes: Well, that was it. I hope you enjoyed it and please tell me what you think. If ever, you didn't like it, I'd understand but please don't tell me since I still haven't gotten over this stupid slump and I really, really want to get rid of it, knowing that someone didn't like it would just make my slump beat the crap outta

Anyhow, the bet thingy was done at the spur of the moment. I don't know why I wrote it but it wasn't my fault! It's my hands! They wrote it! They wanted to write it!

Anyway, thanks for reading and no flames please!

Next Chapter: Ichigo searches for his potential girlfriend but… will Grimmjow let him find one?