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Strawberry Catnip

"Starstruck"

(Ichigo)

You know, I thought most people at least attempted to be nice when first meeting someone, instead of immediately calling them a name you know they'd strongly prefer you not to. I guess I'm just lucky that Grimmjow didn't do it around my friends… yet.

Feeling my mouth twitch, I still try my best to ignore the fact that Grimmjow just greeted me by calling me 'Ichi' and I reach my hand out to shake his. His handshake isn't rough, but it's firm; not really what I was expecting. He's a few inches taller than me and has a muscular but lean body. He's wearing some dark-stained jeans and a brown shirt with a skull on it that hugged his figure, but it wasn't too tight. He's surprisingly very normal looking, except for his (admittedly awesome) blue hair; not very flamboyant like the gay guys I already knew – Yumichika and Ikkaku - and honestly, I thought he'd be shorter than me. I guess I should have known better since I know firsthand that you can't judge a book by its cover.

He gives me a toothy grin, but his smiling face doesn't reach his eyes. His striking blue eyes look tired and I can make a pretty educated guess as to why. He's probably still a bit upset about that "Yule-k"-something guy or whatever his name was. I decide to distract him from his now ex-boyfriend he told me about earlier.

"Glad to finally meet you," I say to break the silence.

"You too," Grimmjow answers and puts his hands in his pockets. More unwanted quiet.

"Wanna go inside?" I ask him and gesture toward the door. Ugh, I'm an idiot. Of course he wants to go inside. Why else would he be here?

"If you want to," He replies, shrugging his shoulders. Of course I should know that he's not going to walk into an unknown person's house before me. I'm being a total dunce and I can't figure out why. Something about Grimmjow just scrambles my brain and I can't think straight. I keep getting lost in his stare, which is starting to make me uneasy because I don't lose myself in peoples' eyes, so I look away.

"Follow me," I say and open the door. I step onto the navy blue carpet and wait for him to enter before reclosing it. "Oh, take your shoes off, please. Rangiku's parents are neat freaks." I add and watch as he kicks off a pair of black and blue skating shoes.

"It's not like I was dirty or anything," Grimmjow says with a hurt tone in his voice. I didn't think I sounded like I was implying that, did I? Shit.

"No, that's not what I mea—"

"Hah, I'm just yankin' yer chain, Ichi. You should see the look on your face," Grimmjow laughs at my embarrassment.

I laugh sheepishly and wish I had drunken more before Grimmjow came because I probably would have had the sense to realize that he was joking (or maybe not because of that brain scrambling thing). I'm also a little tense when meeting new people because I want to make sure I give them a good first impression but it usually makes me come off like I have a stick up my ass, I'll admit.

"Where are her parents anyway?" Grimmjow asks referring to Rangiku as he looks around the living room. There are a couple fancy couches and a huge HD TV on the wall. There's a large spiral staircase leading to the upper floor of the house making it feel somewhat like a mansion, even though it's not quite at that level.

"With the money her parents earn, they're always on some kind of vacation,"As I explain, Grimmjow nods and takes another look around. I find myself studying his facial features more closely now that we're in the light and I see that he's actually really handsome. His jaw is strong and his… wait, what am I doing? Grimmjow glances back at me and I quickly look away.

"So where is everyone else?" He asks.

"Basement. C'mon, I'll introduce you to the others," I say and start walking down a hallway in the direction of the basement stairs, eager to be around more people so that it isn't just me and him. There's something about him that makes me feel… odd. Not in an entirely bad way, but I also don't know if it's good.

Aside from my uncharacteristic antics, I don't think our first encounter has been too awkward, honestly. I've been trying to treat Grimmjow like an acquaintance and not alienate him, and so far I think I'm doing okay. At the moment I think we're just trying to get a feel for each other, but I'm sure as the night goes on we'll become more comfortable.

Grimmjow follows close behind me as I lead him downstairs and I can smell the little bit of cologne that he's wearing. I kind of like the smell, actually, and normally I hate any type of body spray. I wonder what it is.

We enter into the basement where the surround sound stereo system bounces with the beat of some crazy dance music Rangiku bought on vacation somewhere in Europe - I forget where she told us. The room had her name written all over it since her parents had let her decorate it. The basement walls are a light pink and the carpet was white shag. There were various decorative pillows that were supposed to be on the futon and couch, but were now strewn about, and a bunch of quirky lamps with colored light bulbs that made the room glow with blue, yellow, purple and red. There's a portable plastic table packed with all kinds of alcohol in the far corner that could meet even the heaviest drinker's needs.

I gaze around the room and see that Chad, Uryu and this girl named Momo are congregating by the teal couch while Renji and Rukia are on the violet futon across from them. Rangiku and Gin are nowhere to be found and Yumi and Ikkaku are pouring drinks and talking by the drink table, so I decide to lead Grimmjow over to Renji and Rukia first.

"Hey guys," I wave and they both look up at me with drunken blushes. "This is Grimmjow, the guy I told you about that I met online. Grimmjow, the red head with lots of tattoos is Renji and that's his girlfriend, Rukia. They're really good friends of mine."

"Hey man, nice to meet ya. I gotta admit, when Ichigo told me he met you online I was a little worried, but you look all right," Renji says and gives Grimmjow a smile as he makes a fist to fist bump him in true Renji style.

"Ah, hi Renji. Nice to meet ya too, and thanks," Grimmjow confidently returns Renji's fist bump.

"Hi Grimmjow, it's nice to meet you, and by the way, I wear the pants in this relationship," Rukia lightly shakes Grimmjow's hand and then shoves Renji's shoulder rather roughly while giggling.

"Girls normally do," Grimmjow laughs along with her and Renji gives them both an insulted look. Just then a shadow appears behind me and I look to see who it is.

"Chad!" I greet my giant of a friend. I guess he decided to leave Momo and Uryu to say hi to us. "This is Grimmjow, the friend I told you about."

"Hello," Chad says simply and shakes the bluenette's hand. Chad is about a foot taller than Grimmjow with espresso brown hair that hides his eyes and dark skin, but that doesn't intimidate him at all.

"Hey man," Grimmjow casually greets Chad.

"Yyou twoo finally came in from outssside!" Rangiku exclaims as soon as she sees us. I guess her and Gin were getting more supplies from the kitchen or something because she hurdles down the basement stairs and Gin is left carrying more generic red plastic cups. Rangiku squeezes both Grimmjow and I in her arms, knocking our faces dangerously close to each other (but her tits thankfully save us). I feel myself blush a little and see that Grimmjow is nothing but amused. She then lets us go and plops on the couch next to Momo. Gin, still smiling, silently places the cups down on the big plastic table with all the alcohol on it and then sits with Rangiku.

"We should play a game," Momo suggests. She's a very kind spirit and has dark hair that she usually wears in a bun and big brown eyes that make her look like a little kid.

"Oh, what a funn idea! Let'sss playy 'Neverr Have I Everrr'," Rangiku claps excitedly.

Oh God, Never Have I Ever? For those of you who don't know this game (how could you not?): a person starts off a statement with 'Never have I ever…' and they say something like '… peeled a potato' and everyone who has peeled a potato before has to take a drink from their cup. Except normally when played as a drinking game, the statements can get pretty dirty if you know what I mean.

Everyone murmurs in agreement and we all take seats in a circle around the room. Renji, Rukia and Chad are on the futon. Yumichika and Ikkaku are to the left of them on the floor. Uryu, Momo, Rangiku and Gin are on the couch, and Grimmjow and I complete the circle on the floor, opposite side of Yumi and Ikkaku.

Now, I don't really like to play this game because I don't like to give people information that they could use against me in any way, so I try to come up with some excuse as to why I should be exempt from playing, but nothing comes to mind. Reluctantly, I sit on the carpet next to Grimmjow and that's when I notice that neither of us have drinks. Maybe they'll all start playing without us and we won't have to participate.

"Let me get you a drink, Ichi. What do you like?" Grimmjow asks me and stands up. Fuck.

"Er, I don't rea—" I start to make an excuse but then get cut off by Renji.

"ICHI? HAHA, is that your new nickname, Ichiii?" he practically busts a gut while laughing. Pretty soon everybody joins in, Rukia and Uryu getting by far the most enjoyment out of tormenting me. I can hear Grimmjow trying to get my attention over their fits of giggles, but I ignore him and bury my head in my knees. That is, until he kicks me in the back.

"Ack! What the hell was that for?" I glare up at him and gingerly massage my spine.

"I asked you what kind of drink you wanted," He says, apparently not going to take no for an answer. How can he act like nothing just happened? He just humiliated me in front of my friends like he's been doing it every day of his life! Of course, that probably gets him in their good books; but definitely not mine!

"I don't care; surprise me," I grumble, giving up my resistance. I watch him as he walks over to the table and starts pouring something, but I can't see what since my cup's in front of him and all I can see is his back.

"Uh, we need more ice," He informs the crowd, but no one volunteers to get up and get it.

"Nose goes!" Yumi yells and the whole room attempts to place a finger on their nose as fast as they can. Fortunately for me, I'm one of the first people to do it, and Ikkaku loses. If he had hair, it probably would have been bristling with anger. Yumi gives him a shove toward the basement door.

"Fine, I'll go," He mutters and pushes himself off the floor. As he passes by me to get to the stairs, he taps my shoulder, motions for me to follow him and places a finger over his lips telling me to be quiet. I look around to see if anyone has noticed, but most everyone is talking with one another and Grimmjow seems to be holding up two bottles of some liquor, trying to decide which one to add to my cup. Curiosity gnaws at my insides, so I stand up and follow Ikkaku upstairs and around the corner, into the kitchen.

"What's up?" I ask him and lean on the island in the middle of the tiled floor. The kitchen is gleaming white, with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances making it look and feel very modern. Ikkaku adjusts the collar of his button up black shirt with a print of a samurai on it before continuing.

"So, are you and Grimmjow, like… into each other?" He asks me cautiously.

"Sure, I mean, he's cool, though he has a really annoying nickname for me," I answer. Why did Ikkaku have to drag me up here to ask that?

"When did this happen? What about Orihime?" His questions come more rapidly now and I'm growing more confused as to what he's getting at.

"When did what happen? What do you mean 'What about Orihime'? You're not making any sense, Ikkaku," I say and arch my eyebrow.

"You know… when did you become… gay?" He finishes in a near whisper and then it all makes sense now.

"WHAT? I'm not gay and Orihime is still my girlfriend!" I angrily correct him and his expression falls slightly. I feel sort of bad because I think Ikkaku has been searching for a "straighter" gay friend to relate with rather than only having Yumi, who is an ultra flamer, but I'm just not into Grimmjow like that! I have to ask, though. "What the hell makes you think we're more than just friends, anyway?"

"Dude, have you seen the way he's been looking at you? I don't know if anyone else has caught on, but Yumi and I noticed that he's been eyeing you like a big cat stalking its prey," he says matter-of-factly. "Not to mention, you kind of get this spaced out look on your face whenever you talk to him."

"I do not!" I quickly defend myself and chuck a random pen that was on the counter at his head. He easily dodges it though and it hits the refrigerator and falls to the ground.

"Whatever, man. Just help me carry these bags of ice downstairs," He says with a chuckle, opens the freezer and grabs a couple plastic bags full of ice. I can tell that he's not fully convinced, but I'm too lost in my thoughts to try to correct him any further. Do I really look that way when I speak to Grimmjow?

We both make our way to the basement, bags of ice in hand, where I find that literally everybody is surrounding Grimmjow. Rangiku's other middle school friends – Shuuhei and Izuru – must have arrived while we were gone because they're there too. They all seem to be engrossed in animated conversation with him and laughing constantly. I smile at how well Grimmjow is getting on with everyone. Even Uryu of all people is speaking to him, albeit much more calmly. Grimmjow looks like he's having much more fun than when he first arrived. I catch his eye and he flashes me and much livelier grin.

"Oi, Ichigo! Here's your drink!" He calls to me as I cross the room and reaches out a hand with a cup for me in it. I add some ice to it and take a sip and find that it's Captain and coke; one of my favorites. How'd he know? I see Yumi and Ikkaku whispering to each other in my peripheral vision, so I quickly break eye contact with Grimmjow and put my bag of ice in the cooler where Ikkaku put his.

"Okay, let's get this over with, then," I say and retake my seat on the carpet next to Grimmjow who is eyeing me closely. There's a faint sort of hunger in his eyes that, instead of making me uneasy, energizes me. I take another swig from my cup and look around expectantly. There's no way in hell I'm starting the game. Maybe they'll just forget about playing… I can only cling onto this last little bit of hope.

"Okay! I'll ssstart," Rangiku says and everyone quiets down. I guess I spoke too soon. "We'll sstart out innocccent: neverrr have I everr had a job. Rrrukia, you'rrre next!" It's true, Rangiku doesn't have to work because of her parents, but I don't think she would do much work even if she had a job. She's infamously lazy.

So does helping your dad out at his medical clinic count as having a job? Well, seeing as I don't get paid (damn cheap bastard); I'm going to say no and not take a drink this time around. I watch as Uryu, Shuuhei, Izuru, Gin, Ikkaku, Renji and Grimmjow all take all take gulps from their cups. So far, so good with the questions. I hope Rukia doesn't start the transition from innocent to dirty so early in the game.

"Hmmm, never have I everrr… swallowed," She slurs slightly and smiles slyly - we all know what she's talking about. Thankfully, I'm in the clear for this one but poor Renji turns just about as red as his hair as she says that. What's bad is Rukia just did what I hoped she wouldn't. This is going to turn even dirtier real quick if I know my friends.

This time a smaller amount of people take drinks: Rangiku who is giggling uncontrollably, Yumi who is a little pink in the cheeks, and Grimmjow who looks like he couldn't care less. It's funny how more guys take drinks that girls because I know most other guys would be weirded out by this, but I'm a pretty accepting person so I don't really judge what a person likes.

Rukia picks Ikkaku next and the game continues on from there. I start having to take drinks more often and we all get past three cups and some of us are past five. Surprisingly, though, no one has called on me to say anything. This could probably be the luckiest game of Never Have I Ever that I've ever played. Everyone is at least tipsy, or even drunk; hell, I'm already there myself. However, I get the feeling that people are starting to lose interest in playing, so maybe if I suggested another activity, we could move on…

"Okay Ichigo, it's your turn," Uryu picks me while pushing up his glasses like he's oh so clever. He knows I hate this game, and now I have to say something. My brain processes are becoming slower and foggier and I really don't know what to say since everyone else has already brought up most of what I think of. Except for maybe masturbation or something, but I don't want to open that can of worms.

"Uhhhh…" I say and put my fingers on my temples trying to concentrate. "Never have I ever… had sex?" As soon as the sentence leaves my lips, I wish I could toss myself off a bridge. I should have just went with masturbation. Really Ichigo? Really? Damn alcohol word vomit. I can barely stand to open my eyes and watch everybody awkwardly taking sips from their cups. Even Grimmjow is trying to pretend to be distracted by something across the room. The only people who don't take a drink are Uryu and Momo, and that doesn't offer much comfort.

I don't mean to make it sound like being a virgin is a bad thing, because I fully believe in waiting for the right person to share that experience with, but I really didn't want to let my whole group of friends – and an almost complete stranger – know this information. It's not like I haven't tried, I am a teenage guy, ya know. It's just that Orihime makes it awkward by changing the subject or quickly leaping up to do something else, so I just gave up on trying altogether.

"Well, I'm borrred, guys, let'sss go sswimming," Rangiku comes to my rescue and winks at me. I give her a grateful look, but return to burying my face in my hands. I'll never play that damn game again, I swear it.

In a drunken uproar everyone agrees to go swimming and starts to file up the stairs as best as they can. Rangiku has a pool out back complete with a hot tub and an assortment of rafts and other pool toys. You can see why we like to party here.

I set aside my earlier embarrassment and try to stand up but nearly fall back flat on my ass. Grimmjow grabs my arm to steady me, though he isn't much better off than I am.

"Thanks," I say and regain my balance.

"Hah, yer welcome, ya frickin' lightweight," He replies while laughing. I have a feeling that this is how our relationship is going to be: a whole bunch of lighthearted teasing, mostly directed at me. Just like most of the friendships that I have. Though, it's not like I don't deserve any of it; I deal out my fair share of teasing comments.

"Fuck you," I joke with him and start climbing the basement stairs. Everyone else is already up and out back, probably.

"Anytime, anywhere," Grimmjow responds in a kidding tone.

I think.

We reach the first floor and cross through the kitchen, out the sliding glass door and find everyone in or around the pool. Chad, Renji, Shuuhei, Izuru and Rukia are all warring with different colored pool noodles in the water. Rangiku and Momo are sitting on the edge with their feet in the water, routing for their favorite people (Momo for Renji and Rangiku for Shuuhei). Gin is in the pool and floating near Rangiku, apparently relaxing, and Uryu has pulled up a patio chair next to them.

The pool itself is peanut shaped, with stones that make up the patio around it. It's like fifteen feet deep with a diving board at the deep end, and gets about as shallow as three feet. There are tiki torches around the perimeter that are strung together by tacky bulb lights of different colors. Everyone looks to be having an awesome time in the pool (except Uryu who is still fully clothed, but still having a good time nevertheless), and I would be too, but that's just it – no one brought swim suits; they're all in their underwear. Crap. I really don't want to get my clothes wet. Before you say it, I'm not a prude and I really like swimming, but I don't want to have to wait for my boxers to dry all night. Isn't that understandable?

"I think I'm gonna sit out," I turn to look at Grimmjow and see that he's already pulling his shirt off. I find myself staring at his chest and stomach muscles, which are so… supple. He has broad shoulders and his chest narrows lithely into his waste, reminding me of some kind of model that you see in those stores at the mall; the ones with the black and white pictures. The only imperfection on his abdomen is a large scar that runs diagonally from his left shoulder to his right hip. I wonder how he got that.

"Hey, yer mouth is open," Grimmjow turns to me and bumps my chin with his hand, closing my mouth for me. I didn't even notice. Maybe Ikkaku was right… I shake my head and tell myself that that conversation never happened. "And what d'ya mean yer not getting in?" He adds with a frown, genuinely disappointed.

"I just don't wanna get my clothes wet," I say and try not to watch as the bluenette takes off his jeans and socks. He's wearing olive colored boxers… crap, I looked.

"So just get naked," he suggests like it's totally normal to strip in front of crowds of people. I'm not drunk enough for that.

"What? No way!" I say and look at him like he's just sprouted a third eye. "Are you crazy?"

"Don't make me force ya." He threatens a little too seriously.

"What? To get naked?" I ask and start to back away from the now maniacal looking Grimmjow. He's going to rip off all my clothes in front of my friends? This is what I get for talking to strangers on the internet.

"No, stupid, I'm gonna throw ya in the pool," And with that he lunges toward me with cat-like agility. Before I can start running, he's got my legs and I'm slung over his shoulder like a dead animal.

"Grimmjow! Put me down god damn it!" I start screaming and flailing as hard as I can.

"What do you guys think? Should I let Ichi go?" Grimmjow asks the crowd in the pool. As if their opinions matter. I get the feeling he's going to do it anyway.

"SINK HIM!" Renji bellows in response, one hand cupped his mouth and the other punched the air as the rest of my friends cheer, angry mob mentality taking over.

I make one last desperate attempt to squirm my way out of Grimmjow's grasp, but he's got me too tightly. He walks to the edge of the pool and I decide that if I'm going down, I'm taking him with me. He prepares to toss me overboard by hefting my into his arms and swinging me back and forth so that he may let go once I go forward again. I'm amazed at the ease in which he lifts me; Grimmjow is definitely strong. As he releases me, with lightning reflexes I grab his wrists my momentum causing him to lose his balance and he falls head first into the pool after me.

"Fuuuu—" is the last thing I hear out of him as we both plunge past the surface of the water.

I do a bit of a victory dance in my head as I attempt to swim up again. It's actually very hard since I'm still fully clothed, even though I'm a strong swimmer. I manage to make it up, though, and hear Grimmjow sputtering not too far off.

"Sneaky lil' fucker ain't ya." He says although he's grinning happily.

"Serves ya right, asshole. Now my clothes're all wet," I reply and frown; I'm upset about having no clothes. I start swimming toward the shallower end of the pool since treading water with all this extra weight is difficult. I decide that since I'm already soaked and in the pool, I'll just take the rest of my clothes off (not my boxers, you perverts). So I wiggle out of my shirt and jeans and toss them "accidentally" toward Uryu and they land directly on his perfectly tailored clothes. He leaps up, glares at me in a fluster, and everyone laughs.

Grimmjow and I join in the noodle war and after that we decide to make a whirlpool by swimming along the edges of the pool in the same direction. It seems like a plausible idea at first thanks to the alcohol in our systems, but it's rather hard to accomplish when your pool is peanut shaped. Besides, no one is really swimming fast enough for this to happen. We all continue rough housing, and in all the commotion, someone accidentally splashes water toward where Rangiku and the rest of them are sitting.

"MY HAIR!" Rangiku shrieks but before she or anyone else can do anything, her little brother, Toshiro, opens the sliding glass door from the kitchen. He's rather short for being 16, with spiky white hair and bold teal eyes. He seems to wear a permanent scowl on his face; kinda like me. Momo blushes profusely at his appearance and looks down at her toes.

"Hey, the next door neighbors were just here. They complained about all the noise you idiots are making. So go back inside, before I call the cops on all of you," He informs us before disappearing back upstairs I presume.

Groaning, everyone climbs out of the pool and starts heading back inside.

"Fine with me, I wanted more tequila anyway," Shuuhei mutters and a few people nod in agreement. I lift myself out of the pool, grab my wet clothes, and walk toward the kitchen. Rangiku is holding her head, whimpering, an Gin is trying to comfort her in front of me ("It's okay, I'll get your hair dryer, don't cry"). Grimmjow falls into step next to me and we're the last two back inside. I shut the door and Gin turns around to tell us something.

"Hey, d'you guys think ya could bring towels down for everybody? You know where they are, right, Kurosaki?" He says.

"Sure," I reply and lead Grimmjow to the top floor and to the cabinet in the upstairs hallway. I know my way pretty well around Rangiku's house since Orihime and I spend a lot of time here.

"Nice boxers. Couldn't really see 'em in the pool," Grimmjow teases me referring to my slightly pink underwear. My dad threw a red shirt in our washing machine with my load of whites, it's not my fault! He did it on purpose!

"Just hold my clothes," I grumble and shove my dripping attire into his arms. Even though I had a blast swimming, I still haven't forgiven Grimmjow for tossing me into the pool. His face falls a little.

"Hey, I'm sorry about yer clothes," He apologizes and for some reason, I can't stay mad now.

"Eh, it's okay, man. The pool was fun, anyway," I give him a small smile and he grins back. I take as many towels as I can hold in my arms and nearly break my neck coming down the stairs because I can't see. Grimmjow then walks in front of me, directing me down into the basement where I throw all the towels up in the air like confetti and the crowd all grabs one. Grimmjow hangs my clothes over the back of a chair in a corner to dry and Rangiku has fixed her hair. Everyone has already gotten more drinks so I get another for me and so does Grimmjow.

We all talk and drink and play games like Apples to Apples (much better than Never Have I Ever, might I add) until we're all just too smashed to even want to read anymore. Still, no one is near tired enough to sleep and no one has yet to put any clothes back on either. Not that it matters anymore since we're all quite familiar with each other now, I guess.

As everyone, including myself, lays in a drunken stupor on the shag, laughing at any and every ridiculous thing, I realize that no one ever turned the music back on once we came back inside from swimming. I feel like the room is missing certain energy so I decide to put something on. You know when you're drunk, you just kind of make random decisions and follow through no matter what. I body crawl over to the stereo and hit the power button. The voice of an unknown singer comes on, setting the mood. "… I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright…"

"JUST DANCE!" Rukia suddenly jumps up from the couch and begins flailing around in what I think is supposed to be some sort of dance routine.

"YESSSS!" Rangiku exclaims and scrambles to turn off all the overhead lights, leaving only the multicolored lamps on. She turns the volume even louder on the stereo, giving the basement a very club-like feel to it. In the next few minutes everyone is up dancing in a group except Chad, Izuru and Uryu, but they're at least nodding their heads to the beat. From my spot on the floor, I watch Grimmjow just go with the flow and start dancing with everyone else. My legs feel like jell-o so I debate in my head if it's a good idea to get up or not. Or maybe I don't debate because my brain also feels like jell-o.

"Come danncccce," Grimmjow says as he appears at my side.

"Ehhhhh…" Is all I can manage to get out. So. Drunk.

Suddenly I feel myself being picked up for the second time tonight, though my feet stay on the floor this time. Grimmjow just doesn't take no for an answer, and takes me to my friends, well, our friends now, I guess. Out of nowhere, I feel so excited and energetic. I can't think and I honestly don't even want to. The music and the darkness move my body for me. I close my eyes and move to the rhythm of the undulating beat. I feel like my inhibitions and walls are all crumbling down, and I'm okay with that. I'm rubbing against nearly naked boys and girls and everything's alright, just like the song said.

Out of the darkness, someone puts their hands on my waist. I open my eyes to see who it is and I find that it's Grimmjow. Ikkaku's words ring through my head again, and somewhere inside me, I know they're the truth. The Ichigo that would have resisted this situation is silent for the moment and I close the last bit of distance between our bare chests. His skin is so warm and surprisingly soft, even with his scar. Our sweat makes us slide on each other and I run my fingers through his hair. He leans his head down near my neck and gives me a sort of nip of approval. In this moment, I feel… right for once. Thoughts of Orihime surface, but they aren't telling me that I have a girlfriend or anything, or that I'm supposed to be straight, they're saying that Grimmjow feels right and Hime feels… wrong.

In the next second, I decide that Rukia should be forever referred to "Rukia Kuchiki: Moment Killer" for she jumps onto Renji and they fall into my back while making out. This causes me to also stumble and push Grimmjow down flat on his back. I end up landing on top of him and nearly everyone else ends up on the floor as well, groaning. I look down and I'm staring straight into Grimmjow's violently sapphire eyes. He gazes into mine and for some reason I get strange mutant butterflies in my stomach.

"Sssorry," I slur and attempt to roll off him, but he prevents that by holding onto me and gently placing one of his hands on the back of my head.

"Don't," He whispers before he presses his lips against mine. At first it's just him kissing me, but something in my head silently prods me to return the kiss. His lips are gentle at first, but then he gets a little rougher. I move my hand so that I'm holding one side of his face and bite his bottom lip. I feel a sort of hunger rise up inside me that makes me feel like I've just woken up from some hibernation or deep sleep. 'This is crazy.' A voice in the back of my mind finally says, but then another, much louder, voice says, 'Who cares? I like this.' My head is spinning and I wonder if Grimmjow has the same electric feeling coursing through his veins.

I don't know how many people saw us, or better, how many people didn't see us, all I know is I'm sure gonna have a shit ton to deal with in the morning, Rukia may actually be a "Moment Maker", and that this has been one of the best nights of my life.