AN: Yes, I am indeed alive, no worries there! Unfortunately I haven't been able to give you much of any of my fanfiction, and I apologize for that. I'll be giving you a little installment for Taichou Wa Maid Sama! but that's pretty much it after that for a while. I have so much going on right now, and it's a pure struggle to get this through to you guys. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, here is a new chapter!

Warnings: Yaoi, future smut, AU, OOC, minor violence, cross-dressing, swearing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Kaichou Wa Maid Sama!, those belonging to their respected owners.

Menu 7: A Twisted Love Shape?!

Towering, white double-doors slammed shut, an exasperated sigh leaving chapped lips from constant speaking. A dark-navy suit jacket is tossed haphazardly to the side, landing on the arm of ochre leather-couch. Ruffling his hair, the figure stalks towards the large ceiling-to-floor windows, which were currently sealed with lavish, burgundy cotton drapes. A miniscule crack of light crept through a crevice through them, the beams hitting swirling cobalt orbs. Digging into his back pants pocket, he took out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips. He retrieved a lighter as well, igniting a flame and stopping it as soon as the cigarette caught on. Taking in a deep drag, he took the cigarette in between two long tanned fingers, slipping it out of his mouth and blowing out swirling clouds of smoke. This was the only possible way to even come close to him relaxing through this daily chaos he called his life.

An abrupt knock came from the door the male had just entered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, placing the cigarette in between his lips once more. He turned his attention to the door.

"What is it?" His gruff, demanding voice echoed through the large, empty room.

"Sir, you have a visitor." Answered a female from the other side. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to face the door.

"Let them in." The doors slowly creaked open, and footsteps clacked in, prideful, long strides. They stopped, and the doors once again clacked shut. Dark cobalt met with lazy, yet undeniably powerful electric-blue eyes, lidded under dark-blue eyelashes.

"…What are you doing here?" He growled out lowly, eyes narrowing dangerously. The other merely smirked, and stuck his hands into his pin-striped suit pants pockets.

"…You know, you were always the one to get right to the damn point. I admired that in ya since we were little kids. Right, Fukuyama?" Daisuke clicked his tongue once more in annoyance. He took the dying cigarette from his mouth, grinding it into a nearby glass ashtray.

"Cut the crap. What the hell do you want? I don't want to see your ugly face any longer than I have to." Daisuke turned sharply around striding towards the leather couch, and plopping himself onto it, the annoyed glare never leaving his face. He glare deepened even more when he heard an amused chuckle.

"Hey, it's not like I real happy to see you either. But let's cut to the chase." Electric-blue suddenly turned into a hardened icy stare. Daisuke merely returned it with his own death-glare.

"Leave him out of this. I know what you're trying to do here. But don't think I won't take any action against your punkass. Do anything to him and I swear on my goddamn soul you'll regret it with every part of your body." Such malice and power were poured into each and every word that came of his mouth. Daisuke glared heatedly, but the image of a glare much heavier than his renounced inside his mind. Blazing, heated pools of amber and ochre swirling with absolute resolve and defiance. In fact, he had been taken aback by such an action. Never in his life had anyone lower than him had dared to defy him in any means possible. Ever since then, he hadn't stopped thinking about those eyes, nor the unshaken voice that came with it. It amazed him that such a lowly commoner could strike a chord in him. Him, Daisuke Fukuyama, the heir of the Fukuyama Corporation, next in line to be leader of a nationwide company, all the power anyone could imagine. And yet he could not forget one male? There must be something wrong with him. What was this inkling feeling he got whenever he thought of the commoner?

"….What I did had nothing to do with you. I did it out of my own interests." Obviously not happy by that answer, the other male bristled.

"Don't you dare lay your hands on what's mine. I'm warning you here and now, Fukuyama." Was all but growled out, and Daisuke turned his head away.

"Leave. I'm done talking with you." Having no other choice, the other calmed himself down as much as possible. He growled once more before turning around and trudging towards the door. Gripping the door handle tightly, he turned back and glared icily once again.

"I swear, if you try anything, I'll make you suffer." With that the door swung open and slammed angrily back closed. Daisuke stared at the double doors for a while, then sighing deeply and closing his eyes. He took out yet another cigarette, placing it in his mouth and lighting it. Blowing out a puff of smoke, he stared into space for a few minutes.

"….What is that guy towards him?" …What is he towards me? Sighing, he took another drag before standing up and grinding the barely-used cigarette into the ashtray. He ruffled his hair once more.

This is such an annoyance.

At work….

Ichigo scowled as he stared at Grimmjow's face, which was usually pulled into a lewd grin, but today it was dark, and contorted into a fierce frown. The guy's aura seemed to be even off, while in the kitchen and he was preparing a dish, Ichigo was startled when Grimmjow began cutting the onions with a butcher knife with a loud chop instead of a regular knife.

"..Are you okay Grimmjow?" He hesitantly asked, gripping a menu to his chest as a way of protection. Grimmjow didn't answer, and continued cooking the meals. …Jeez, what's eating at him? Ichigo thought grudgingly. He tried asking once more, and getting the same result. Then Ichigo got annoyed.

"….Hey, asshole, I asked you a damn question. At least have some sense to answer yes or no!" Ichigo yelled out, fed up with Grimmjow's attitude all day. Getting no answer yet again, he huffed and gave up, turning around to go into the front of the house, when two arms wrapped around his waist, trapping his arms by his side. He yelped at the sudden action.

"Asshole! Don't do that here! We're at work for—"

"Just shut the fuck up and let me hold you for a second." Freezing at Grimmjow's desperate tone, Ichigo stopped all types of struggle. He stared at the two strong arms wrapped around him. Despite the fact that he had been working in the kitchen all afternoon, his arms and hands felt cold. Ichigo's eyes softened. Reaching a hand up, he tried covering Grimmjow's hand with his. He felt the other tense up behind him.

"…What happened?" Ichigo whispered softly, the voice barely traveling through the air. Grimmjow just closed his eyes and squeezed Ichigo closer to him. The other merely just stared and eventually sighed. He leaned his head against a broad shoulder and closed his eyes shut.

"….You're such a little kid sometimes, you know that?"

After school the next day…

Ichigo sighed as he finished the last of his report, stacking everything neatly in a pile on his desk. He stood up and walked over to the windows, feeling the slight breeze along with the nearby sounds of the sports clubs practicing. The sun was beginning to set. Ever since yesterday, Ichigo hadn't stopped thinking about how Grimmjow had acted. Grimmjow didn't come to school today. He had never seen that side of the teen; he was almost vulnerable in a sense. It scared Ichigo a little bit to be honest. He was always used to seeing Grimmjow strong, and incredibly confident. The guy yesterday was completely different, he was weak, and needed comfort. What did that all mean? What had gotten Grimmjow to be like that?

"Hey, Ichigo-chan!" Turning his head to the side, he saw Ashido with a large grin on his face like usual, walking towards him. Managing a small smile, he greeted Ashido. Immediately sensing that the orange-manned teen was unsettled by something, his smile turned into a scowl.

"Did something happen? …..Was it that blue-haired bastard? I'll beat him to a bloody pulp!" Ashido suddenly growled out, rolling up his sweater sleeve. Ichigo quickly calmed him down.

"Ashido-kun, Grimmjow did nothing to me. I was just being a bit worrisome, that's all." Ichigo managed a lop-sided smile that didn't reach his eyes. Ashido stared down at the person he was in love with, and realized his precious Ichigo-chan was thinking about that guy. He grits his teeth, and managing enough courage and strength, he wrapped his arms around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him into his chest softly.

"A-Ashido-kun?" Surprised at the sudden action, Ichigo stuttered a bit. He could hear Ashido's heart beating wildly. Ashido's face for once was composed with utter confidence.

"…Don't worry Ichigo-chan. No matter what happens, I'll be there for you. No matter what." Amber eyes widening at the statement, Ichigo was rendered speechless for a while. But he slowly narrowed his eyes softly. Ashido was warm and comfortable compared to Grimmjow's usual embrace, but it lacked something. Grimmjow's embrace was surprisingly delicate and gentle, like he was handling something very fragile in his arms. Much like yesterday when Grimmjow held him. He felt he was of great importance when Grimmjow gripped him tightly in his grasp. And he really enjoyed that.

"…Thank you, Ashido-kun." Ichigo replied warmly. However, as he stood there for a while, all he could think of was Grimmjow, and his inviting embrace.

Three very different human males after one fair maidens heart; one is confused on his feelings, one is determined yet struggling for acceptance, and one that is willing to do anything for the one he loves.

Who shall gain the fair maidens heart?

That's it for now! And remember to please review! Reviews are always and always welcome!