I don't own bleach.
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I know I 'm not the best writer, I kinda suck at descriptions, but I love writing the dialogue. I guess you could say that my 'writing style' includes little description but heavy dialogue.
I was originally going to publish this on Grimmjow's birthday, but I finished early, so I figured I should just publish it now.
It was Friday after school and the bell had just rung. All the students quickly packed up their books and belongings, ready to start their weekend. Because most classes had just finished their first term projects, the teachers decided to give everyone a break this weekend and enjoy the sun.
Nicara caught up with Grimmjow just as he was about to leave class. "Hey, Grimmjow, do you want to go to the mall?"
Grimmjow stopped in his tracks to see who it was. When he found out it was Nicara, he bluntly asked, "Why the fuck would I want to do that?"
"Well do you have anything else better to do?" she questioned.
" . . . . . ." Grimmjow didn't exactly know what to say. The truth was he didn't have anything to do, but he didn't want Nicara to know that.
"Well, you said you've never been so I thought I'd take you. Treat it as a thank you gift for all the hell that I've put you through all week."
Grimmjow thought about it for a few seconds, he was going to be bored as hell anyways, so why not? "Yeah, you did put me through a lot of shit," he said, agreeing with Nicara.
"How bout I buy you something, then we'll call it even. "
"Woman, we're never going to be even."
"I'll take that as a yes." she said smiling, leading the way with Grimmjow following closely behind.
The mall was filled with shoppers scrambling after their screaming children. Mom's yelling and cries of kids could be heard from every direction.
"If I knew this was the mall, I wouldn't have come." Grimmjow groaned. He couldn't stand the high pitch screams and annoying kids that kept cutting in front of him.
"Oh, come on it's not that bad."
They walked around the mall for a couple of minutes until something caught Grimmjow's attention. In the middle of the mall was a cell phone kiosk.
"What are those?" he asked as he walked up to the booth.
"They're cell phones, you don't have one?" questioned Nicara as she followed.
"No, what are they for?"
Nicara looked at Grimmjow's face, astounded. Where has he been living this whole time? In the middle of the Sahara desert? Nonetheless, she explained to him about cell phones. "You use them just like a regular phone, except you can take it anywhere with you. You can call or text people with it and a lot of other stuff."
"Why would I want to do that?" he questioned.
"Well, if you are looking for someone and you don't know where they are, if they have a cell phone you could contact them, no matter where they are."
Grimmjow continued to look through the phones. when he got to a silver touchscreen Nicara said, "that's the same one I have. If you want I could buy it for you."
"But I don't know how to use it."
"Well if you get the same phone as me I could teach you."
She did have a good point and he really wanted to know how these cell phone things worked. "Fine..."
"Excuse me sir," Nicara said to the salesman. " I would like to buy this phone."
"For sure,young lady. Is the phone for you?" he questioned while eying the identical phone already in her purse.
"Oh, no, I already have one, it's just for my friend," she explain, pointing at Grimmjow who was now standing off to the side.
"Just a friend is he?" he said as he handed a brand new phone to Nicara. "I'm sure you two would make a great couple."
"Um, Thanks," Nicara said awkwardly, "but I don't think I'm his type."
"Is that so? Well you know what they say, opposites attract."
After Nicara bought the phone for Grimmjow, they went to the food court. There she began teaching Grimmjow all about cell phones. She taught him how to make phone calls, text people, listen to music, play games, and use all types of apps. Grimmjow had never used any type of technology before, yet he learned how to use his phone quite quickly.
"I can give you my number first, to test out the phone. I also have mostly everyone else number in our class, so you could add them too, I don't think that they would mind."
Grimmjow typed the digits onto his phone and then a thought occurred, causing a huge grin to appear on his face. His fingers rapidly typed against the screen.
Nicara got curious and asked, "Are you texting somebody?"
"Yeah, that bastard, Kurosaki."
"Ichigo? What did you say to him?"
Grimmjow titled his screen so that Nicara could see exactly what was on it.
Nicara face palmed. "Seriously Grimmjow?" How immature can guys be?
"What? I can say whatever I want to him."
"Maybe getting you a phone wasn't the best idea after all. " Nicara muttered.
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing. .. Do you want to grab something to eat?"
"Like what?" demanded Grimmjow as he tucked the phone away into the pocket of his jeans.
"Come on, let's go get some ice cream," she suggested, leading the way.
Walking up to an ice cream shop, Nicara and Grimmjow were greeted cheerfully by the cashier. "Hi, Welcome to Carefree Creamery! What can I get the two of you for today?"
"Hi, can I get the strawberry ice cream."
"Of course, and what would the young man beside you like?"
"Vanilla."
"Alrighty then, one strawberry and one vanilla ice cream comin' right up."
After ordering their ice cream, Grimmjow and Nicara decided to walk around the mall as they ate. At first, Nicara thought she had something on her face, but soon found out that Grimmjow, for some odd reason, kept glaring at her frozen dessert.
"What?!" Nicara demanded. Had this guy never seen a girl eat ice cream before?
"Why the fuck would you pick strawberry flavored ice cream?"
Nicara, feeling confused, asked, "What's wrong with strawberry?"
"It fuckin' reminds me of carrot top."
Nicara rolled her eyes. What's with him and Ichigo? "You guys must've had some type of past to hate each other this much."
"Tch, woman, you have no idea."
"There seems to be a lot of things I don't know about you."
Grimmjow was just about to make another remark when he realize that Nicara was no longer walking beside him.
"What the fuck?" he grunted, his head jolting from side to side trying to spot the missing turned around and saw Nicara standing outside the jewelry shop they had walked by, or at least the store he had walked past. She was looking at the displays with a silver key pendant with small diamonds incrusted on it. She was pretty zoned out, so she didn't notice Grimmjow walk up behind her."So you gonna buy it?"
Nicara jumped at the sound of his voice. "Shit, Grimmjow don't sneak up on me like that." she chastised.
"I didn't sneak up on you, " he stated, defending himself. "You're the one drooling over that piece of metal."
Nicara gave Grimmjow a small glare before answering Grimmjow's question. "No, it 's too pricy, plus I probably wouldn't wear something that expensive."
Grimmjow scoffed. "Yeah, that's why have that necklace on your neck." he said as he eyed the locket around her neck.
"That's because this was given to me by someone special," she asserted.
"Whatever you say Mrs. know it all"
Nicara was about to argue back when a pair of arms hugged her tight, right underneath her chest.
"Why didn't you tell me you were at the mall." squealed Rangiku. That's when she noticed her and Grimmjow both had ice cream cones in their hands. "Oh my god! are you guys on a date? Is that why you didn't tell me?"
"Rangiku, can you please let go of me first?" Nicara gasped. Rangiku's grip was so tight that it made it hard for Nicara to breathe. Slowly but surely, Rangiku released Nicara, giving her room inhale some fresh air into her lungs. Then she stated firmly, "We are not on a date."
Rangiku stared deep into Nicara's eyes to see if she lying, or start to blush. But to no avail, Nicara's facial expression stayed the same, making it hard for her to badger them. "Okay fine I believe you, so then what's the real reason you're here?"
"I was just getting Grimmjow stuff for helping me with the school project last week, you?"
"I'm here with all the other girls to buy swim suits remember? Come on! Let's go" Rangiku said as she pulled Nicara along with her.
"Hmm, I think I'll go with this one." decided Rangiku, as she posed in front of the mirror in a crimson red bikini.
"Don't you think you need a bigger size?" Nicara suggested. She couldn't help but stare at Rangiku's excess amount of cleavage that was falling out of the bikini. The poor top looked like it was trying to suffocate her breasts to stay on.
"Unfortunately that is the largest top size for that bikini we have at the moment." said the sales woman.
"Hurry up Nicara, everyone's done picking except for you!"
" I think I 'll just go with this one." said Nicara as she walked out of the change room in a plain white bikini.
"Awww, you look cute, but I really think you should get the polka-dotted one."
"Or the black strapless one," chimed in Orihime.
"Less is always more." The two piece swimwear wasn't exactly special, but it somehow fit Nicara's body perfectly, making her look appealing without showing much cleavage.
"True, and this one seems to fit you better."
After all the girls changed back to their normal clothes and made their purchases, they headed to the food court to meet up with the guys.
"Holy shit, why does it take so long for women to shop? We were done an hour ago." Grimmjow complained. After Nicara was dragged off by Rangiku, Grimmjow used his newly developed phone skills and met up with the guys. They had only taken less than five minutes each to pick out a pair of shorts, and now they have waited for the girls for about an hour at the food court.
"Women are women, you know? They need to try on ten different things and only end up picking one."
All the guys nodded their heads in agreement. At least their was something that the men could agree on.
"Looks like they're finally done." said Ichigo, as he spotted Orihime and the other girls sauntering towards them.
"Took you girls long enough."
"We'll it wouldn't have taken so long if someone cooperated." said Rangiku, staring directly at Nicara.
"How is it my fault?" Nicara spluttered. "You're the one who's making me try on skimpy pieces of fabric."
"Oh come on, you looked hot."
"I looked desperate."
After a couple of minutes of bickering they finally stopped.
"So do you guy's all want to go the beach on Sunday?"
They all nodded in approval.
"Nicara?"
"Sure, I guess, since we don't have any homework this week."
"Okay then, we'll see you on Sunday." They waved goodbye to each other as they each went home their separate ways.
So the big question is what did Grimmjow text to Ichigo? The answer is ... I have no idea. Seriously. I just kinda though of that while typing up the chapter. There's so much he could say, that I just couldn't pick, so I left it to your own imagination. But if you have a suggestion then you could always message me and I might, if it's really good, put it into the chapter.
This chapter was kinda short, but I really didn't want to bother elaborating on each and every swimsuit the guys and girls picked.
The next chapter is going to be an important one, so don't miss it when it comes out in Mid August. It's kind of an official start to my story.