Teal and Orange
By: Confusion No Hime
Author Notes:
Gee, a very early update. Well, blame it on the fact that I'm finally connected to the internet! Woohoo!*jumps up and down* Yes, updates might be faster now, which is a good thing right? Anyhow, I hope you will also enjoy this chap though I think it's going to be another sad chapter.
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Anyway, on to the chapter!
Warnings:
Yaoi, male to male, bad language, bad grammar and extreme OOCness of the main characters so don't complain about them being OOC because I already warned you.
Disclaimer:
Kubo-sensei owns Bleach.
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Chapter 7: Torn and Furious
GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUES
I woke up from the smell of something sweet, the luscious scent wafting through my nostrils, rousing up my lethargic body. If I'm not mistaken, it was the smell of cinnamon and the goddamn odor made me hungry. I slowly opened my eyes and recognized the sight of my room's white ceiling.
So, I was in my room…
My room…
…
…
…
…
What? my room?!
I quickly shot up, a piercing scream escaping me as I felt agonizing pain burn itself from my chest down to my stomach. With a loud thud, I laid back violently on the bed, my breath turning into gasps as I squirmed in pain. From the back of my mind, I heard noises coming from outside my room. The door suddenly slammed open and two women came rushing in. They ran towards the bed and I didn't miss the twisted, worried look on their faces as they looked at me. At that time, I didn't bother getting mad. I just worried and wondered as to why my chest hurt like I was slashed open.
"What the fuck! What happened? What the fuck is happening to me?! My fucking body hurts! "
"Please calm down, Grimmjow-sama." The woman said as she tried to hold on my shoulders to pacify me.
"Your wound might open up, Grimmjow-sama." The other one quickly added.
I stopped for a second, looked wonderingly at them with wide eyes as I processed in my disoriented mind what they just uttered.
Wound…
I slowly looked down my body and gasped as I saw my torso covered with bandages. I suddenly had the urge to drink water as I felt my throat run dry.
What the fuck happened?
How did I get this nasty wound?
It didn't take me long to find the answer because after that, the incidents of what happened earlier rushed through me like a fucking bullet.
After Gin discovered about my clandestine affair with Ichigo, I was forcefully brought back to the mansion. I had no choice, two guns were pointing at me and at that moment, I definitely had no plans to die. I was taken to Aizen's office the moment we arrived and much to my absolute horror; he wasn't the only one hanging out in his office. Szayel and Ulquiorra was there, standing beside his large mahogany desk like the goddamn servants that they are. I let out a gruff sound at how the pink-headed Szayel looked at me with mocking eyes and how the green-eyed bastard Ulquiorra looked at me with disdain.
The fucking bastards.
Guns were still pointed at me but my hands weren't tied. Somehow, I was thankful that they didn't treat me like a fucking traitor unlike the ones they caught before. I just tried to stay calm, maintained a clear head and looked dangerously at the people in front of me. Though fear was eating my insides, I would never let them see the wonderful opportunity of seeing my handsome face tainted with it. I looked at Aizen. Though he wore this kind smile and pleasant face, his eyes couldn't hide the fact that he was quite disappointed about what I did. I think he didn't expect that one of his foster sons would actually betray and abandon him.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He said in a low but genial voice. "I want to give you the chance to explain as to why you were able to betray me, our family and our organization."
I just smirked at him and ignored the sarcastic look Ulquiorra was throwing at me. "So when did you find out about my fucking treachery?"
"I already had a feeling at dinner yesterday, but I just confirmed it tonight." He answered.
"So I bet your happy now, huh?" I asked with a mocking grin.
"Of course, but sad as well. You still are my foster child after all, Grimmjow." He replied with equal mockery.
A snickered boomed out of nowhere and I immediately snapped my head at Szayel.
"So the person you're about to screw yesterday was an enemy and not just an enemy, but the enemy's heir? I'm simply amazed, Grimmjow. It takes a lot of guts to have an affair with an enemy, you know. Anyway, I guess I have to make sure I apologize to the Seiretei's heir as well, for interrupting your private session." He teased as he looked mockingly at me.
Of course, I was pissed really. I want nothing more than to punch Szayel's ugly face, kick Ulquiorra's ass, stab Aizen and Gin's chest and shoot the goddamn bastards holding me captive with their own guns but I can't, I know I can already say goodbye if I make a move. So instead of lashing out, I just grinned maniacally at them, acting oh so natural. "I'm sure he wouldn't accept your apology but he would definitely love to beat the fucking lights out of you, Pink-head."
Aizen held out a hand at Szayel, signaling him to stop. The pink-haired bastard obeyed but didn't wipe the fucking smirk off of his face. "Once again, I'll give you the chance to explain yourself, Grimmjow."
I grunted and with a roll of my eyes I answered. "Fine. I was feeling bored with the fucking family and since I was in a good mood because of my beautiful affair with an enemy, I decided to run away with him. That enough for you?"
There was no reaction, he didn't even flinch or bat an eyelash. He just gazed quietly at me with that fucking dog-smile on his face as if he didn't hear what I said. Well, he has been always like that but his reaction was getting into me.
"Are you sure that's the explanation that you want to give me?"
My heart skipped a beat. For some ungodly reason, I didn't like the way how he said those words with a malicious grin.
I just stared at him, speechless.
He nodded at Gin who was standing beside me and as if on cue, the silver-haired fox face strode towards a file cabinet at a corner of the room, opened a drawer, pulled out a manila envelope and gave it to Aizen. I stared suspiciously at the folder as Aizen gracefully flapped it's lid open and pulled a sheet of paper which looked like a big photograph. He looked at the photograph first then at me, making my heart beat faster as I read something evil in those brown eyes of his. "What would you feel if you find out that you're beloved younger brother is still alive, Grimmjow?" He said casually.
My reaction went from tough and suspicious to that of utter fear and shock. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.
He flipped the photograph over and I swore my eyes just popped out of it's sockets as I stared horrendously at the picture.
That just can't be.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The person in the photograph… it was…
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
It was…
"I believe his name was Gerhardt, correct?" I heard Aizen said as I gawked at the picture in his hand.
In the picture was an image of a young boy with soft blue hair and cerulean eyes wearing a high-school uniform as he stood innocently in front of a school gate. It was obvious that it was a stolen shot because the boy's eyes weren't focused on the camera.
The fucking picture showed the picture of my younger brother who died from a car accident thirteen years ago before Aizen adopted me.
How the fuck?
What the fuck?
Why the fuck?
"H-he's dead." I whispered under my breath, confused.
"I'm sorry to keep this a secret from you Grimmjow, but he has been alive for thirteen years now."
I glared daggers at Aizen. "You fucking liar. Gerhardt is fucking dead! I saw him with my own eyes before he lost his breath you fucktard! He's dead! That's not him!" I screamed angrily at him. I was about to charge at him but I was held down.
This is too much! That fucking Aizen! Why does he have to include my dead brother in this? Why does he have to fucking do that?
"You fucker! That's not my brother! Gerhardt is dead!"
He chuckled amusingly. "You reacted the way as I've expected." He said teasingly as he placed the photograph on his table. "You're brother did die, but what you didn't know was that the doctors was still able to bring him back. He was in a coma for three years and when he woke up he doesn't remember anything."
"I don't believe you!"
"It's really up to you if you will take what I say to you as real or not, but I tell you this, once you completely turn your back on me and your family, your brother's peaceful high school life in Germany will end."
So it was blackmail. The fucking bastard wanted me to stay in exchange of my supposed-to-be-dead brother's life. That really proves it, Sosuke Aizen is the most evil person ever lived in this planet.
That did it.
I was extremely furious now!
I' going to fucking kill him!
I screamed as loud as I can as my vision suddenly turned dark. My mind went blank as well and the next thing I knew, I managed to escape Gin's men, snatched a gun from one of them, shot them to death then turned at Aizen. I aimed the gun at him, was about to pull the trigger when I felt the cold sensation of metal piercing forcefully on my chest down to my stomach. Different emotions ran rampant inside me, there was pain, anger, misery, pain, anger, misery, all of it flowed repeatedly that I thought I'll die if it didn't stop.
And it did. It suddenly stopped. After the metal object was pulled out from my body, I didn't feel anything anymore. I just dropped to my knees and heard the sound of my own blood, dripping relentlessly on the smooth floor as the sight of that bastard Ulquiorra sheathing his sword greeted my sight. I still wanted to fight, to kill them, all of them but…
…everything suddenly went black.
I shook my head and tried to calm down, though deep inside I wanted to get out and flee. To run and go to Ichigo.
Ichigo!
Oh fuck!
"What time is it!?" I demanded.
The two women gaped at me as if I was out of my mind, which I think is the case. "It's four o'clock, Grimmjow-sama." One of them answered.
"How long was I out?"
"Um… fifteen hours, Grimmjow-sama." The other one replied.
Four o'clock… I looked outside the window, it was still daytime which means it was four o'clock in the afternoon. I took deep breaths as I tried to endure the pain in my chest and the anger in my heart. I still have time to figure out a way to escape from here to meet Ichigo but…
"Fuck!" I groaned as I slapped my palm on my forehead in fury and in helplessness.
Gerhardt… my brother… he's alive and Aizen kept it from me.
Fuck…
…
Fuck…
…
Fuck!
"Leave me alone." I commanded between clenched teeth.
"But Grimmjow-sama, you need to--"
"I said leave me alone!" I bellowed and the two maids shrieked in terror at my reaction. They were already backing away from my bed when a voice echoed inside the room.
"So the patient doesn't accept visitors?" Stark said with a smirk as he leaned on the door frame.
"Stark-sama!" The women said in unison and bowed.
Stark strode languidly inside the room. "Ladies, would you mind giving us a moment?" He requested politely.
"But Grimmjow-sama needs to eat and take his medicine." One of the women reasoned.
"Just fucking get out!" I yelled impatiently and sighed in relief as they quickly got out of my room and closed the door behind them.
Stark sat on a chair not too close to my bed. He lazily laid back and looked mischievously at me. I had an idea on what he was thinking but I wanted him to say it out loud.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
"That's one pretty wound there." He commented with a sly smile as he looked pointedly at my chest.
"That fucking Ulquiorra did this! What do you fucking want? You're not here because you're worried at me, right?" I snapped.
He let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I just want to know what has gotten inside your head that you decided to run off with Ichigo Kurosaki, your target."
I looked away, avoiding his gaze as I felt my face flare and my heart thumped loudly against my chest.
Ichigo.
I was supposed to meet him tonight but it would be difficult with this situation.
I wanna see him but…
Shit.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
"I guess you're just into him, huh?" Stark said, providing the answer to his own question.
I stared up at the ceiling and thought deeply. "We're supposed to meet tonight but Aizen…" I said weakly.
Stark was just quiet, only watching. He was never an expressive person; I guess he was just there to absorb anything that I wanted to say or something. As I've said, among all the members of this fucked-up family, he was the only one who listens to me, the only one whom I can really trust.
"Do you think that bastard's not lying about my brother?"
"He's not." He replied lazily. "I was there when the picture he showed you was taken."
I instantly snapped my head at him, my eyes turning into slits as I felt the strong urge to punch him. "You've known this all along and you didn't even tell me?"
He waved his hands in front of me as if to stop me from hurting him, wearing a funny, apologetic look on his face. "I didn't know he was your brother at that time." He replied defensively.
"Fuck that! Can't you tell by the hair and the fucking eyes?!"
"I didn't! I thought the boy was Aizen-sama's new choice to be his next foster kid."
I clutched my chest in pain as I tried to move. This goddamn wound adds up to all the stress and the emotional pain that was currently killing me. There was the dream of being with Ichigo, then the case of my brother who turned out to be alive when I thought that he was already in heaven and there's Aizen and fucking Las Noches who won't let me go when all I wanted was to escape from their clutches.
Fuck it.
"So where is he in Germany?" I asked when the pain subsided a bit.
"In Berlin."
"Fuck. Goddamn Aizen is using him to fucking keep me from his grasp." I hissed irritatingly. My jaw and fist clenching as I felt fury for that man rise once again from the depths of my heart.
"So, what will you choose?" Stark asked with seriousness that can rarely be seen from a lazy-ass like him. "To be with Ichigo or to save your brother? You know what Aizen wants, right Grimmjow?"
I turned my head to the other side as I bit my lip in frustration. I felt so fucking helpless. If I'm not injured escaping here wouldn't be so hard but even if I'm not, I would still be helpless. I was being forced to choose between two things that was important to me. Ichigo and my long lost brother.
What am I gonna do?
If I choose to be with Ichi, then Aizen will kill Gerhardt and if I choose Gerhardt then I would never be able to see Ichigo again. Any option I take is still going to be a hard blow for me. The situation I am now was unfair. I have no fucking options.
My situation was hopeless.
"What do you think?" I just asked, I was confused, needed an advice and the bastard beside me was the only person I can ask for one.
He was quiet, probably thinking but it took him some time to answer.
"Ichigo has hundreds of men to protect him but you're brother has no one." He replied and stood up. "Just think of that thought." He finished and turned around and went the door.
I stared dreadfully at nothing. No matter how ugly those words came out from Stark's mouth, it was true.
It was true.
I turned my head to the other side to look at Stark. "Wait."
He stopped and looked back.
"Do something for me, Stark."
ICHIGO KUROSAKI
I ran out of the huge gate and into the dirt road. Panic was relentlessly ringing inside me as I rushed to think of a way to find Grimmjow. As I have said, I know there was a reason why he didn't come and whatever that is, it must be a heavy one to make him break his promise.
The road got divided into two, I was about to take the right one which leads towards the main road when my feet stopped. A new kind of fear immediately gripped me as I saw a black car moving towards me. The car was obviously expensive with how its smooth surface glinted against the setting sun's rays. It has dark-tinted glasses so I couldn't tell who was in it.
I had a few ideas though…
It can either be anyone from Seiretei or anyone from Las Noches.
Or…
It can be Grimmjow…
I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm even though deep inside I was hoping that it was really him.
But…
No, it can't be him. He said he's going to bring a motorcycle not a car.
I stayed rooted to the spot as the vehicle moved nearer, waiting for it. The automobile finally stopped in front of me, the door on the driver seat opened and a tall man with dark, wavy shoulder-length hair got out. I've seen the man, I know I have met him somewhere before. My eyes turned into slits as I looked closer at the stranger who was now approaching me with an uninterested expression on his face.
"Yoh, Ichigo Kurosaki." He greeted with a small wave and smile.
I just looked dumbly at him as I still try to remember about the time and place where I saw this stranger.
The hair.
The goatee.
The voice.
Grimmjow's brother!
"Y-you're Stark!" I exclaimed with a dumb look on my face.
"Glad you still remember me." He said coolly.
"W-what are you doing here?"
He took a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took one and lit it before answering. "Grimmjow sent me."
My eyes widened and my heart jumped upon hearing Grimmjow's name. "Where is he?" I demanded. "What did you do with him?"
Stark placed the cancer stick between his lips and sucked. Exhaling white smoke through his nostrils, he replied. "He said he couldn't come."
"What? Why? Where is he?" I asked confusedly, the ugly emotions inside me were raising more bloody havoc in my head and in my chest.
The other man just took another dose of his cigarette and looked quietly at me. I looked straight into his eyes, telling him I was dead serious into knowing what really happened to Grimmjow, but there was no hint of anything in those dark orbs. It's either he was a perfect liar or he was telling the truth… that Grimmjow would never come.
When I think about it, it hurts.
"I've already relayed his message. Just take care, Ichigo Kurosaki." He said then turned his back on me.
My eyes widened in shock yet again. I just can't figure out what was going on in here. "Wait!" I screamed in alarm as I dragged my feet to take a step and chase him. "Tell me why he couldn't come! Did something bad happen to him?" He continued his way back to his vehicle, ignoring me so I moved faster, grabbed his arm and pulled him to stop.
He stopped in his tracks but he didn't look.
"Tell me the reason why he can't fucking make it!" I demanded irately.
He slowly looked back and gazed expressionlessly at me. "Because he can't abandon Las Noches for you."
I felt like someone had just pulled my heart out of my chest. Though I wasn't sure if what he said was true, the pain was still unbearable I wanted to clutch my chest to make the pain go away.
That wasn't true.
He wouldn't…
He wouldn't…
He wouldn't!
"I don't fucking believe you. I know something happened to him, that's why he couldn't come! Where the fuck is Grimmjow?!"
Stark just looked at me for a moment, there was a certain emotion gleaming from his eyes but I couldn't tell what it is. He just let out a sigh and turned around to fully face me. "Just forget him, what happened between the two of you, your feelings. Forget everything for your sake and his."
I just looked at him, gaping, confused. All the words he said to me was a puzzle. I couldn't understand any of it and yet, the idea of knowing what it really is was a torture to me. "I don't fucking understand! What are you saying to me? Explain it goddammit!"
He rolled his eyes, as if he was getting impatient and I fought the urge to punch him, though I think that'd be impossible since the man was bigger than me, but still. I just want him to make things clear for me. The perplexing things he told me was making my head spin.
"He doesn't love you." He finally replied.
I bit my lip… in frustration, in anger, in pain, in helplessness.
It was a lie.
"I found you, Ichigo…"
"Isn't it goddamn obvious? I'm interested in you."
"Don't look at me like that, Ichigo. You're sad face is breaking my heart."
"If you'll say that you love me, I'll grab you and run."
"If you tell me you're not in love with me, I might consider forgetting about you."
"I don't believe in fucked up things like that. I was just expecting a more beautiful or decent place, and if there's anything I'm fucking afraid of, it would be losing you again."
"Look, you're like the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me so why should I follow some stupid bastard's order?"
"I'll run away and take you with me."
"I'll die if you stood me up tomorrow."
The things that made my heart jump, that made me feel happy, that made me feel alive played itself in my mind as it refused to accept the words I just heard from a man who doesn't know a thing about me and Grimmjow.
Stark is lying.
He's lying.
"He wouldn't make you say that to me if he really meant that. You're lying." I said with a dangerous glare as I fight the tears, threatening to spill from my tired eyes. "Take me to him."
Stark blinked at me then smirked. "You're joking, right?"
"No."
"You'll die if you did come with me, you know."
"I don't give a fuck, just take me to him."
He started to lose his cool composure now if the way his hand scratch his chin desperately was any indication. "I can't, they'll have you killed."
I crossed my arms over my chest and continued with my death glare. "Because you're lying, something happened to him and I know it. If it's true that he doesn't love me, he would kill me. He would come here and kill me."
He looked blankly at me for a moment with this hesitation gleaming in his dark eyes then let out a weary sigh. "Damn, you're pushy." He complained, rummaged through his pocket and took his cellphone out. "You can't come with me, Grimmjow will hate me. He wanted to be the one to kill you, but not today. If what I told you still hadn't got through to that thick skull of yours, I can call him and you can ask anything about what I really meant earlier."
My glare faltered as my eyes slowly slid down his face to the piece of device he held in his hands. The situation is really getting more confusing. If Grimmjow really plans to kill me then why is it…?
Fuck it.
"Okay, fine. Let me talk to him." I simply replied. Somewhere inside me, I was relieved that I'm going to talk to him, though even it was only through the phone. It means he's still alive.
I slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He's alive.
Stark flipped his cellphone open, pressed some keys and placed the device in his ear. I watched silently as he waited for someone to answer.
"Lilinete, put Grimmjow on the line." He instructed. There was a short pause before he spoke again. "Then go to his room." Another pause. "Okay thanks."
I waited for another twenty seconds before he spoke again.
"Grimmjow…"
My heart suddenly drummed again in my chest. The urge to snatch the phone away from Stark rushed through me but I stopped myself and tried to wait patiently.
"Seiretei's heir wants to talk to you. You explain things to him. You tell him that I wasn't lying when I told him you don't feel a thing for him." He said and handed the cellphone to me.
I looked hesitantly at it for a moment then reluctantly took it. My hand suddenly shaking as I felt the weight of what was about to happen. What I was about to hear from Grimmjow… if Stark wasn't lying. I placed the phone I my ear and silently took a deep breath. "Grimmjow?"
"Ichigo."
His voice was the usual, rough, deep, low, and arrogant. It stirred fear inside me.
I shook my head violently as I screamed over the phone. "Where the fuck are you, you bastard?"
A laugh, the sound of it made the pain stronger.
Why the fuck is he laughing?
"Sorry, I can't come today. Something came up and I needed to fix it. Anyway, Stark said you didn't believe him when he told you about me not really serious about you."
"Is it true?"
More laugh.
"Yeah, it is. Sorry man, I thought starting an affair with you is going to be fun since I was really feeling bored these days and believe me I did have a great time with you, but there was just something important that I have to put all of my attention to so I had to ditch you. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you yet, but I will, one of these days."
Blank.
All I can think of at that moment was nothing.
The words were refused by my head, by my heart but the pain it caused was something so great I wanted to…
It hurts.
"You're lying, right?"
"It's the truth. What made you think I'll be serious with you, you're my enemy Ichigo."
Fuck.
It really hurts.
"So everything was a lie?" I asked shakily.
"Yes. Sorry, Ichi." Then a chuckle.
I turned around, turned my back on Stark as my hand gripped the cellphone tight. I didn't realize I was already catching my breath and I didn't even realize that I was already clutching my chest, but the pain didn't go away.
It was painful.
It hurts.
I wanted to scream, to cry in pain and let my anger out but I couldn't. Somehow, what's left of my pride stopped me from doing that. I swallowed hard and let out a pained, sarcastic laugh. "You're a fucking bastard."
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"I hate you so much, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."
"I can tell."
"I now resent everything about you. I despise your fucking existence and everything that came out from your filthy mouth. I hate you."
"Well, you have the right to, y'know. That's okay, I definitely understand."
"You can kill me any day, anywhere, any time and I'll be waiting for you. I'll make sure I'll be the one to plant a bullet into your fucking chest."
"Cool, so killing you would be an adventure then."
"Damn right! I will never give you the chance of eliminating me so easily, of giving me a painful death just like what you did to my heart."
"So you are in love with me."
"I WAS in love with you."
Silence.
I was dying, deep inside I really was. The pain his words brought me, the excruciating truth of what I thought was true with him being a lie, the way his voice sounded as he told me that goddamn truth was slowly killing me.
Grimmjow…why did you do this to me?
I spun around, walked up to Stark and shoved the phone to his chest with a dangerous look. "You're brother is the biggest, fucking jerk I have ever known." I coldly said and brushed past the shocked man. I walked past the car and onto the dirt road. Though I already left a useless farewell letter to my family, I have to go home. That's the only place I can go back to and once I get back, I have to give my sincerest apologies.
My family…
My betrayal...
The tears I was holding back flowed like a goddamn stream down my cheek. How can I betray my family because of a bastard like Grimmjow? It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it and I regret it.
It was all his fault.
It was your entire fault Grimmjow!
I sank to my knees, clutched my chest and screamed.
*****
Author Notes:
Waaaah! Why did I do that to Ichi? Did I just make Grimmjow the biggest jerk ever? Waaaahhh! Blame it on my hands, they typed it this way! Blame it on them!!! Anyway, I know it was a sad chapter, especially to Ichi but details of as to why did Grimm acted like a handsome bastard will be revealed in the next chap though I think it was kinda obvious what our beloved espada is trying to pull off here.
Anyhow, please tell me what you think. Reviews and grammar corrections is highly appreciated so please motivate my ass into writing the next chap. Thanks for reading and ja ne!
