Chapter 4
Author's note: I was thinking about not finishing this. But like 3o Seconds to Mars said, Do or Die.
Monday. To say Ichigo was excited was an understatement.
Sunday had been long day that left him restless, even though he had went out on a family picnic. He sat in class, tapping his pencil against his desk impatiently in wait for Grimmjow, his chin resting on his fist as he looked out the window, his eyes searching silently.
The pencil stopped tapping as his eyebrow rose in question.
Was that Grimmjow?
He could see him standing outside by the tree they had climbed, waving his arm to get his attention. Ichigo put down his pencil, sitting back with a frown of confusion. Grimmjow took out his phone, seeming busy for a second before putting it away. Ichigo looked to his pocket when his phone vibrated, taking it out and flipping it open, reading the text that was sent from the blue haired man.
'Meet me here at lunch.'
Ichigo raised an eyebrow curiously.
He wasn't coming in?
Grimmjow left the tree and jumped over the gate with the finesse of a cat, Ichigo thoroughly confused.
What was with this exchange student?
He went through the entire day normally until lunch, saying hi to his friends before heading to the tree. He jogged to it's large trunk when he saw Grimmjow standing with his back to him, a smile of joy pulling at his lips.
"Grimmjow!" he called, stopping when he stood a few feet from him, his azul blue eyes shining, his ignorant smirk present.
"Why didn't you come to class?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow grinning.
"Never heard of ditching?" he asked, Ichigo's eyes widening in shock.
"You are not supposed to ditch, your grades will go down!" Ichigo claimed with a scowl, Grimmjow shrugging, brushing the comment off his shoulder uncaringly.
"I had a place to show you, but it doesn't seem like you're going to ditch with me," Grimmjow sighed sadly, Ichigo's curiosity piqued.
"Well now, lunch doesn't end for another twenty minutes," Ichigo pointed out, Grimmjow grinning evilly.
"It'll probably take us twenty to get there," Grimmjow sighed sadly, Ichigo biting his bottom lip. He looked back to the school, unsure if he should leave. But he wanted so badly to see what Grimmjow was talking about, growling when he just made up his mind.
"Fine I'll ditch with you," Ichigo finally said, Grimmjow grinning in triumph.
"Really?" he asked, Ichigo nodding with a serious frown.
"But it better be worth the grade that's going to get lowered," he hissed, Grimmjow nodding with a smirk.
"It will be."
They walked to the parking lot, ducking and hiding away from the teacher's so they wouldn't get caught. Ichigo was clumsy but Grimmjow was silent and coordinated, slinking around walls and behind cars.
"You do this a lot don't you?" Ichigo hissed, unable to believe he was ditching already.
Yuzu would scold him for this.
They got to a sleek black cadillac car that stood out from the other cars that were dull and well used, Grimmjow grinning like a cat as he pulled out a pair of keys. Ichigo gaped.
He drove?
"This is your car?" he asked as he got in when Grimmjow unlocked the doors, closing his quickly so he wouldn't be seen.
"No it's my dad's, he's a lawyer," Grimmjow chuckled as he put the key in the ignition, Ichigo looking around in bewilderment.
"You know how to drive well right?" Ichigo asked as he ran a hand over the tan leather seat, Grimmjow grinning with a chuckle.
"You can say that." Ichigo looked up at that, shrinking back slightly.
"Grimmjow don't play," Ichigo said cautiously as he pulled out of the parking lot slowly.
"I can't speed around here Ichigo, there's too many civilians," Grimmjow pointed out, Ichigo holding onto the handle in slight fear.
Grimmjow looked to him with a smirk as they drove to the freeway, chuckling at his holy shit I am going to die expression.
"Relax, I am an excellent driver," Grimmjow soothed, Ichigo letting go of the handle, feeling a bit ridiculous for doubting him.
"So where are we going anyway?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow looking to him before back to the street, speeding up as they got onto the freeway. Ichigo felt his stomach lurch. He was never comfortable with being driven places.
"The Hatsume Fair," Grimmjow finally replied, Ichigo's eyes widening. Due to school he had forgotten about it, a grin that matched Grimmjow's stretching his lips.
He had gone when he was younger with his mother. He could remember the sweet cotton candy, the candy apples and spicy noodles that were made to perfection. He began to drool from the memory, looking to Grimmjow excitedly.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" he exclaimed, punching his shoulder. Grimmjow slapped his hand away, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Calm down kid," he ordered, Ichigo flipping him off.
"Do you shake your father's hand with that finger?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo gaping before cracking up, holding his sides.
"What's so funny?" Grimmjow asked, a knowing grin on his lips.
"That made no sense!" Ichigo gasped, falling back against the seat when he became weak from laughter.
"That made perfect sense," Grimmjow argued, Ichigo looking to him with a raised eyebrow.
"No it didn't."
Grimmjow snorted, pointing his chin to the compartment above Ichigo's legs.
"Reach in there and get out my CD's," he told him, Ichigo nodding, pulling it open and getting out a CD holder that looked kind of like a purse to him.
"Which CD?" he asked, Grimmjow pursing his lips.
"Do you like Korean pop?" he asked, Ichigo raising an eyebrow.
"I don't even understand Korean," he pointed out in a duh manner, Grimmjow looking to him.
"You're japanese," he said, Ichigo feeling mildly insulted.
"Japanese and korean are not even close to being the same!" he barked, Grimmjow raising a hand in apology.
"Sorry," he apologized, Ichigo rolling his eyes.
"How did you even learn to speak such good japanese?" he asked, Grimmjow shrugging.
"My step dad is Japanese, had to learn to speak it eventually," Grimmjow replied, Ichigo humming.
"Do you understand English?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo shrugging his shoulders.
"Not a whole lot," he replied, Grimmjow smirking.
"Blegh unfedstan," he said, Ichigo raising an eyebrow.
Why did english sound so weird?
"What did you say?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow laughing.
"I asked if you understood me," he replied, Ichigo frowning.
"That didn't even sound close," he claimed with a frown, Grimmjow grinning.
"That's what I thought when I started speaking japanese," Grimmjow claimed, Ichigo frowning.
"Really?" he asked, Grimmjow nodding before pointing to a red CD.
"Take out the red one and put it in," he ordered, Ichigo doing so. Grimmjow turned it up, skipping to the third song.
"You should like this one," he said before turning it up a little more, Ichigo sitting back as he listened to the beginning guitar solo.
He smiled when the drums followed suit, tapping his finger against the armrest. It was loud like rock, the music kind of reminding him of Grimmjow.
"Shatter me! Hide behind your empty face! Tell me lies, nurture my beautiful denial!" Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the almost screaming voice that sang those words, looking to Grimmjow.
He didn't look to him, just smirked.
"My perfect denial, nurtured by your sweet words. Don't touch me because I don't want to die!" Ichigo whispered the words beneath his breath, the song, though a tad depressing, making him feel as if adrenaline ran through his veins, turning it up just a tad.
"Like it?" Grimmjow mouthed, Ichigo nodding with a grin.
"Bury me bury me! Me and my beautiful denial, hide away your lies from my dulled eyes!" Ichigo was bobbing his head now, shivering from the song's sheer intensity and power it seemed to hold over him.
When it ended, Ichigo pressed pause, looking to Grimmjow in disbelief.
"Where did you find that song?" he asked almost breathlessly, Grimmjow laughing at his reaction.
"The band is called Hollow Hearts. They became known about five years ago and aired their first song soon after. I went to their first concert, while also ditching mind you," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo raising an eyebrow.
Stalk much?
"The singer and the guitar player are both male but the drummer is a female. The singer, whose real name is Nnoitra, is called Lethal. The Guitar player uses his real name which is Szayel , and the drummer is called Poison Ivy. Her real name is Neliel, and has a pink tattoo on her face," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo frowning.
"I'm guessing you are their number one fan?" he asked, Grimmjow smirking as they pulled off the freeway.
"I wouldn't say number one, but they are one hell of a band. I'll show you a picture, I do believe they have poster's at the fair," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo nodding before sitting back with a deep sigh, trying to calm the jitters that ran through him from excitement.
What would it be like now after all of these years?
Grimmjow pressed play, letting the next track play, Ichigo jumping in his seat in impatience when he heard the screaming children and music.
It took a while since it was packed but they found a parking spot, Ichigo leaving his bag in the car, accidentally leaving his wallet also. He didn't notice though, too excited from the many things he saw.
They walked up to the ticket stand, Grimmjow ordering two tickets, buying Ichigo's so he would have money to spend when they decided to buy things.
Ichigo looked around with wide eyes of awe, feeling as if he was struck by lightning.
"Let's go on the rides!" Ichigo exclaimed in a child like excitement, Grimmjow grunting when he grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to a ride called the Spaceship.
It was a large alien spaceship circular ride that made even the people with the strongest of stomach's feel sick with it's almost anti gravity like swirls.
"I love this ride!" Ichigo exclaimed happily, smirking to Grimmjow who was grinning stupidly.
"Will you be able to eat after this?" he asked, Ichigo nodding, looking down to his stomach when it growled.
"Once then we'll eat," Ichigo said, Grimmjow nodding as they gave their tickets and got in.
They went on the far side from the door, more people following in after them.
Ichigo held back a giggle as he stood against the wall, Grimmjow standing next to him, taking in a deep breath.
"Scared?" Ichigo asked teasingly, Grimmjow sending him a glare, no real heat behind it.
"No ," Grimmjow growled playfully, Ichigo chuckling as the door closed. He was going to enjoy this.
He groaned as he stepped out, stumbling to the side, Grimmjow steadying him with a chuckle.
"Careful superman," Grimmjow snickered, Ichigo stepping down the stairs and to the side, giving him a glare.
"Don't be an ass," he grumbled, Grimmjow giving him an apologetic smile.
"Do you still want to go eat?" he asked, Ichigo pursing his lips before sighing.
"Yeah, since someone took me away before I could grab lunch," Ichigo pointed out, reaching into his back pocket. He frowned.
"I got my wallet right?" he asked, Grimmjow frowning.
"You don't have it on you?" he asked, Ichigo shaking his head.
Grimmjow looked back to the Spaceship but the door closed as the ride was about to start again.
"Well, did you have an ID or any credit cards in there?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo shaking his head. Grimmjow nodded, a smile touching his lips.
"I'll pay for you let's go," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo looking up to him in disbelief.
"But you already paid for my tickets, that would be rude," Ichigo said with a frown, Grimmjow staring at him blankly.
"Ichigo?
"Yes?"
"What the fuck do you want to eat?"
Their hot dogs were really good, Ichigo putting a hand under the bottom for when the mustard and ketchup slid down, taking a large bite and moaning from how good it taste.
Grimmjow looked to him with a smirk, taking a bite of his own hot dog.
Some mustard fell on his bottom lip, his tongue flicking out and licking it away. Ichigo swallowed, sighing happily.
"I haven't a hot dog like this in so long," he sighed dreamily, taking another large bite.
They browsed around, looking at the different rides and a show that consisted of a teacher and a student fight using the arts of karate.
Ichigo felt so alive and happy, grabbing Grimmjow's hand and leading him around when he saw something that struck his fancy.
Grimmjow brung him to a hut that had a bunch of poster's, walking up to the cashier who gave him a warm smile.
"Do you have any poster's for Hollow Hearts?" he asked, the cashier nodding.
He went to the wall near the door and got down a poster that was pinned to the wall, laying it down on the counter and opening it.
Ichigo gaped.
Holy shit.
A man who couldn't be as tall as he seemed was laying down on the ground with his fist to support his head, a upper lip smile that hid his bottom teeth spreading his face. His hair was long, reaching the floor in his position, his skin milky and smooth. An eye patch covered one of his violet eyes, a shadow of a black wing behind him.
The man kneeled behind him had pink hair that wasn't that long, only to his shoulders, Ichigo tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Was it dyed?
His eyes were orange, a smile that made him feel uncomfortable spreading his thin lips.
The woman who sat sprawled on a couch had a generous bosom, her grayish brown eyes stoic, her pink tattoo not lessening her frozen stare. She had long green hair that touched her butt, some falling over the side and onto the floor, her skin unlike the other two, more creamy. Ichigo smirked.
Now he saw why she was called Poison Ivy.
They all wore matching white suits that didn't leave much to the imagination, a white wall with a hole in it was the background, Ichigo looking to Grimmjow.
"That is pretty awesome," he said, Grimmjow grinning happily. He pointed them out for him before buying him the poster, Ichigo blushing as he took it.
"I'll take you to a concert one day," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo snorting.
"I'm going to pay for the tickets then."
His calves hurt by the time the sun began to fall, Ichigo feeling bloated from all the food he had ate. They had went on every ride and tried most of their food, Ichigo feeling off balance but content.
They returned to the car, a slushie held between Ichigo's hands as he slurped greedily.
"Slow down, you're gonna get a brain freeze," Grimmjow warned, smirking when Ichigo yelped.
"Told you," he chuckled, Ichigo slapping his shoulder, cradling his forehead.
"Shut up," he hissed, getting into the car when Grimmjow unlocked the doors.
He stared blankly into his bag when he reached for his phone, Grimmjow getting in and closing his door, putting the key into the ignition. he looked back when he put the car in reverse, looking to Ichigo with a raised eyebrow of confusion when he saw his expression.
"What?" he asked, Ichigo pulling out his wallet.
Grimmjow burst out laughing.
Ichigo smiled.
"That's just messed up," he chuckled, pulling out his phone after he put his wallet back in bag.
He paled at the three missed calls from his father.
Oh shit. A kick to the face was going to be the least of his worries when he got home.
Author's note: Had wrote a terrible chapter before this one, thank god I erased it and started over. I read over my stories and though I started out rough, Ima tell you right now I'm proud of myself. Not bad for a rookie! I made up the song, yay me, and just imagine it's awesome, like a mix of The Kill and Beautiful Lie by 30 Seconds To Mars. I was going to make up the band but decided to just use those three. Awesome character's. Toodles!