I'm really having a hard time ending Grimm's side that I actually started the next chapter and finished it! This is so hard . . . .! *munches on granola bars in a corner*
Dark Moon Rising: Through Their Eyes by
Chapter 7- Pantera's Heartbreak and Anger
Both Friedrich and Isabelle smiled in surprise and joy as they saw their only son, with his hair finally cut. "Ah! Oh my goodness, Grimmjow!" the mother gasped as she went up to him, reaching up to feel the clipped locks. "It's that really you, Kitty? You actually look different!"
"I know, right? And look . . . ." smirked Grimmjow, holding up his long locks held together by a rubber band. "Now it can be used for good or to do voodoo shit on it."
"Ah, stick for plan A for now," his father smirked. "Give it to the hairdresser and let's go. Time for you to go ride on your brand new motorcycle." Grimmjow's grin widened at that and did what he was told before they left the salon. It felt surreal, with shortened hair his head felt lighter but he could get used to it after a while. But he couldn't help touching it; it was his mother's idea to go to a female salon and she was right. The hair cut seemed to match his personality.
"You see, Grimmjow? You look so handsome with the haircut," smiled Isabelle.
"Yeah, but he kinda looks like one of those characters in those Yazuka movies," her husband pointed out. "You know, those underlings who work for the big boss. What are those type of people called . . . .?"
"You mean a Yankii, Dad," sighed Grimmjow.
"Yeah, but are you becoming a gang member anytime soon?"
"Not really, I'd rather be a car thief," he joked.
"Not on my watch," scoffed his mother. They soon reached home but not before their son rushed for his bike and sat onto it, squeezing tightly on the handle bars. "Ah, don't forget your helmet, Kitty," Isabelle mentioned.
"Oh, right," Grimmjow nodded, reaching for the item behind him and put it on. He could still see through the dark vision as he was handed the keys. "Thanks, Dad."
"Just be careful, you know?" warned Friedrich with a nod. "And don't try one of those crazy stunts like one of those guys-"
"Let me guess, from America?" he smirked.
"Heh, we're all crazy bastards over there," his father joked, patting him on the back. "Just drive safe, all right?"
"All right, I know," he nodded. Kicking off the kickstand, he put the key in and turned the ignition on. "See you guys later!" he yelled over the engine.
"Don't stay out too long, and don't go too fast-" Isabelle pecked but was drowned out when her son revved the engine before finally going off. It was still shaky at first, since he had only test-driven for a few months before getting this. But he soon worked out the kinks and drove straight down the street. He just wanted to shout out in excitement but he need to concentrate on his driving skills. He couldn't wait to go to Ulquiorra's house to show off . . . .
"Aw right . . . ." he grumbled, he nearly forgotten that the other teen was out for the day. Then all he can do for now was to drive around town until he could get used to driving before night comes, though it will come later since summer days were much longer.
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Rubbing small circles against his bare hips, Grimmjow enjoyed the light moaning sounds coming from Ulquiorra and planted kisses against his neck and shoulders. It would seem so perfect to stay like this, if it weren't for the fact that the new year of school's in a few days and it was his lover's last year. "It's kinda scary . . . . of not having you around at the last year of high school," he mumbled tiredly. "You can't stay here for college . . . .?"
"I can't," muttered Ulquiorra. "My family's going as far as pushing me to Tokyo University, Grimmjow."
"Tokyo? Shit . . . ." Grimmjow sat up from the small bed and breathed deeply, scratching through his still shortened hair. "That's far away to get a plane ticket to get there. You're gonna live there by yourself . . . .?"
"There's plently of other schools that's nearby, but it's still possible," he replied quietly as he stared at the other teen. ". . . . You know, you actually appear older with shorter hair, Grimmjow."
"Ch, don't try to butter me up, Ulquiorra," he smirked a little as he plopped back down. "That doesn't change the fact that I won't think of you leaving." He leaned down to peck at the pale lips as he wrapped his arm around the slim waist. Ulquiorra's lips had always tasted good to him, like a refreshing spearmint flavor. He chuckled when he kissed him again before getting off the bed, absentmindedly picking up his clothes from the floor. "Wish I could stay in your room longer, but you know that damn curfew . . . ." he sighed.
"It's all right, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra muttered as he sat up and picked up a pair of pants to put on. "I don't mind that you have too leave just like that."
"Ew, you're making it sound like I'm fucking you like some whore," he scoffed with a quick smirk. "Don't worry, we have plenty of times to hang around during school, we both know that . . . ." Pulling down his shirt, he walked up to the smaller teen to kiss him one more time. "See you at school, Ulquiorra," he sighed.
"I'll see you, too . . . ." Ulquiorra muttered with a small smile. Grimmjow was still giddy, even after over a whole month, when he left the house and got on his cherished motorcycle. Driving off, he went home in a matter of a few minutes and then parked it as carefully as he could.
"Hey, I'm home . . . .!" he called out when he reached his apartment home, his helmet tucked under his arm.
"Hmm . . . . right on time," mumbled his father from the couch, glancing at the clock from above the television. "You're too much of a good kid, Grimmjow. Try getting home late, like midnight, so you could act normal."
"Damn, thanks for the mixed message," he scoffed.
"Kitty, get dressed for tonight," Isabelle informed. "We're going out for dinner . . . ."
"Dinner? Is it someone's birthday or something?"
"No, we're just getting tired of eating at home," she sighed. "It's nothing too fancy, just a regular restaurant."
"Whatever . . . ." Grimmjow shrugged as he quickly went into his bedroom to store away his helmet and then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. He needed it, even a while later he would realize that he smell of sex. If his parents were to know that . . . . well, his father would pace around with a beer in his hand while his mother would mostly frown at first. Well, that would be better than spazzing out in shock and disgust like most parents. He barely had a chance for his body to dry before putting on clean clothes, even putting on his precious pendant to match his new biker look.
"You're ready, Kitty?" smiled his mother when he stepped into the living room, much to his annoyance.
"You really gotta stop calling me that . . . ."
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It was unexpected on the first day of school. Female peers, especially the freshmen, were fawning over Grimmjow's make-over from the distance. The year before, he was largely ignored but with a new haircut girls were staring at him in awe. Grimmjow, on the other hand, just frowned in annoyance at them. He could hear them whispering in excitement and surprise, but not brave enough to walk up to him to boldly compliment his new look. Whatever, he mentally shrugged as he went to his homeroom.
He glanced around the classroom and smiled a little when his cyan eyes fell on the one place, a free seat next to his favorite person. "Morning . . . . thought you'd be in one of those special genius classes, Ulquiorra," he smirked as he made his way towards the window seat and sat down.
"No, I was lucky enough to still go to regular classes," sighed Ulquiorra, noticing the female classmates in front of them glancing behind their shoulders and whispering. "What's with them . . . .?"
"Ugh, they're gawking at me because of my haircut," he scoffed softly. "But I think they're afraid to talk to me or something."
"It's because of your eyes, they speak of danger. The girls are afraid to get near you with the way you stare at people." Grimmjow simply shrugged at that just as class started. The girls stopped whispering to each other, he noticed that. He was still into girls despite being with Ulquiorra, but he often wondered of what if he had went with a girl as his first love. But then . . . .
He sighed as he blanked out on the boring lecture, it was easier not to probe it further. He was with his boyfriend and no one else. At least for this school, then they would have to experience long-distance until they meet again. Every so often he attempted to doze off the class lecture, only to get verbally reprimanded by the teacher and soft giggles from female classmates. "It's not my fault, this class's just too damn boring," he scoffed.
"At least have the decency to pay attention," scolded the teacher before resuming the lesson, causing more giggles.
Grimmjow simply shrugged, while Ulquiorra subtly glanced at him and sighed. It was only the first day of school, and already the other teen was getting into trouble as usual.
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For the past several weeks, Grimmjow ignored the attempted proclaimations from his female classmates ever since he have recieved a haircut. It wasn't like that he didn't acknowledge them, but he wasn't interested since he was with his boyfriend. But it was actually hard to be with him without one girl bothering him in the hallways. "I hate this . . . . I wish I got my hair back," he grumbled as he and Ulquiorra walked down the street from school. "Left and right, I can't be with you since those broads kept following me. Maybe if I have a tattoo on my face, they'll go away . . . ."
"That's just wishful thinking, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra sighed. "But should it matter? You're bisexual, did you find any of them attractive . . . .?"
"Meh . . . ." he shrugged, hooking an arm around the shorter teen's shoulders. "They're not you, that's my opinion. Why, you're jealous or something?"
"I'm really not," he replied quietly.
"Why not . . . .?" he smirked a little. "Jealousy sometimes makes the relationship stronger."
"Then I would assume that you're the jealous one, idiot," replied Ulquiorra. Grimmjow scoffed but leaned down to kiss at his lips, but his boyfriend suddenly nudged him away. "Wait . . . ."
"Huh? What is it . . . .?" Grimmjow frowned a little, when Ulquiorra stepped from his embrace.
"We're near my house," he muttered.
". . . . So . . . .?" he still frowned.
". . . . My mother's in there," he said, dismissively gestured at the house down the street. "She decided to stay at home to make sure that my grades are maintained for her approval. Meaning that we cannot have . . . ."
"We can't fuck?" Grimmjow groaned. "Shit . . . . I can't suggest to go to my house, everyone in my family got a damn key."
"Doesn't matter, I needed to go home early anyway," he muttered. "I see you later, Grimmjow . . . ."
"Later, Ulquiorra," the blunet nodded. "Can't I at least get a kiss from you, though?" Ulquiorra seemed to frown, but stepped forward anyway as Grimmjow leaned to kiss him on the lips. "See you later . . . ." Turning back around, he made his way home. But something had just troubled him; Ulquiorra seemed to be embarrassed by the public affection. He had said that he didn't care about how people care about their relationship, but why now? "Oh well . . . . it must be the stress of him going to a new school," he mumbled under his breath.
All the while, Ulquiorra quietly stepped inside his home, barely taking two steps before a taller, dark-haired woman stood before him. She appeared stern as her grey eyes gazed down at him, her thin lips tightened in slight agitation. ". . . . I know what's happening to you," she muttered, when her son glanced back emotionlessly. "I am not stupid, Ulquiorra . . . . you're more than just friends with that boy. Is that correct?"
". . . ." Ulquiorra remained silence, but his mother remained her cool just the same.
"I suppose you didn't tell him that we're leaving around the end of the year to increase your chances of going to the best schools," she informed bluntly. "You cannot afford to lose your chance, Ulquiorra, and you know it. If anything, it's best to end the petty relationship now than to let it linger and ruin your chance. There are plenty of time for that after you finish your goals. Do you understand that?" Ulquiorra's emerald eyes flickered away but he knew.
He knew what to do . . . . and yet he knew it would cause a diaster for him and Grimmjow.
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"You see? I told you that I would make up for last year!" smiled Grimmjow, holding out a medium-sized gift bag towards Ulquiorra. "Happy Birthday . . . .!" His boyfriend blinked in subtle suprise but accepted it, gazing inside the bag and put up a small smile.
"A scarf . . . .?" he inquired.
"It's not cheap, I had to do extra errands for my Old Man," he smiled, sitting across from him in the outdoor cafe despite of the chilling temperature. "Come on, put it on so I could see it." Ulquiorra nodded in agreement and pulled out the long mint-green scarf. "See? It suits you, Ulquiorra, right?"
"Thank you, Grimmjow," he sighed, loosely wrapping it around his neck. "Guess I could wear it once the temperature drops."
"That's true," shrugged Grimmjow. "So . . . . does that mean that I don't have to get you anything for Christmas, huh?" At that, Ulquiorra nearly stiffened and glanced at him, tightening his lips. He then inhaled deeply before looking away.
"I suppose so," he muttered.
"Ahh, you're letting me off too easy, man," Grimmjow replied. "Now I must give you something in the coming weeks-"
"You really don't have to, Grimmjow," insisted Ulquiorra, removing the scarf from his neck and putting it back inside the bag. "I'm not really much of a holiday person, you know that."
"Oh, right," he realized. "But you didn't mind about spending Valentine's Day with me last winter."
"Because you insisted on having sex on that day." Grimmjow chuckled sheepishly in response, and his boyfriend stiffened once again. He wished to break it to him so easily but it was so hard. He had only less than a week left to leave town. ". . . . Grimmjow . . . .?" he managed to speak out, catching the blunet's attention.
"Hmm? Yeah, what is it?" asked Grimmjow. Ulquiorra opened his mouth again but no words came out and he glanced away. "Ulquiorra? Something's wrong . . . .?" he frowned in confusion.
"I . . . ." he mumbled quietly, but fell silent once more as he bit his lips. He wasn't ready but he couldn't do it. "I . . . . I'm sorry, Grimmjow . . . ."
"What? Sorry, for what?" he frowned.
"I . . . . I'm just sorry, that's all . . . ." he muttered, standing up as he grasped the gift bag. "I need to go home, Grimmjow . . . . good-bye . . . ."
"Uh, see you later, I guess . . . .?" frowned Grimmjow with a small wave as Ulquiorra nodded stiffly before walking away. The teen was now perplexed by the sudden change of subject. They were just talking about his birthday then out of nowhere, Ulquiorra was saying that he was sorry before leaving.
"What the hell was that about?" he sighed as he soon left himself. The next day at school, he realized that Ulquiorra was unusually absent and frowned. It wasn't like him to miss school, especially since this was his final year before graduating early. He didn't get it, he wanted to call him about it but his mother was making important phone calls during that time. Plus, his own cell phone broke down after it fell out of his hand outside and needed repair. When he came back to school the next day, he wasn't there again.
He didn't get it . . . . but he must find out soon enough. As soon as the school day finished, he rushed to reach the suburban home, hoping that his boyfriend's parents weren't home. Slowing down his pace, he finally made it. He raised his hand too ring the doorbell when he suddently realized that something was off. Really off. Glancing at a nearby window, he peeked inside only to step back in total surprise.
The entire rooms in the house was empty.
"Fuck no . . . .!"
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Isabelle peeked inside into the dark bedroom before stepping in, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stood over the stiff form under the sheets. ". . . . Grimmjow . . . .? Sweetie, are you feeling any better . . . .?" she muttered, sitting at the edge. Grimmjow said nothing, not a word for the past few days. When he realized that Ulquiorra's home was empty, he feverishly rushed home to use the phone. As he had tried to answer, all he heard was a dead tone. And he had tried for over a dozen times, until he fell silence up to now. "Grimmjow . . . . everything's gonna be okay," she sighed. "Everybody went through their first break up, that's life."
". . . . It's fucked up," he finally muttered out, his voice cracked slightly from his dry throat. "It's all fucked up, he just left me without a word. We were just talking about spending time for the holidays but . . . . I dunno, I dunno what happened." His mother frowned in sympathy, leaning down to hug him and kissed at his temple.
"He doesn't know how lucky he was to be with you," she whispered, kissing him again. "Come on, you need to eat something. You need your strength back to go back to school." Grimmjow barely nodded, sitting up to reveal darkened bags under his cyan eyes from lack of sleep. "It'll be okay, Kitty. It's just your first love, right . . . .?"
"That's the thing, Mom . . . ." he mumbled weakly. "During our last conversation, he was saying that he was sorry. Sorry for what . . . .? If he wanted to end it with me, we could've just talked about it . . . ."
"Well . . . . I really don't know, relationships these days are different from my time," Isabelle shook her head. "But don't worry, Grimmjow, if you want to talk about it-"
"No, I don't . . . ." muttered Grimmjow, and his mother's frowned deepened a little. "I'll wash up for dinner, Mom. Thanks . . . ." Isabelle nodded as she left him, leaving the room. The teen breathed quietly as he gazed at his lap, he was angry but was more confused about it. But the confusion angered him more. Slowly, he got off his and staggered his way for the dresser. Opening the top drawer, something caught his eyes. It was the necklace that he had cherished so much until now. The thin chain was now broken from his anger after finding out the betrayal of the relationship. Narrowing his eyes, he quickly pushed away the jewelry deep into the clothes before closing it.
He didn't need it, now that it was worthless to him.
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Grimmjow glanced away from the narrowed green eyes as he turned his body. He didn't want to hear it, he would rather go to sleep after having sex. He didn't want to talk to her, yet she would insist to despite his attitude. He felt her large breasts pressed against his back firmly, her dark tan arms contradicted with his lighter skin. ". . . . Why do you always do that, Grimmjow?" her light yet husky tone huffed quietly as her hands caressed his torso.
"I'm not doing anything . . . ." the seventeen year old muttered. "Hurry up and get dressed, Tia. My folks are coming home soon. I don't want them seeing a naked girl on my bed."
"You're talking as if I'm not the first girl on your bed," she frowned as she finally sat up, her yellow-blond hair frayed a little before she got off the bed to collect her clothing.
"Actually . . . . you are," he frowned back. Tia glanced back, the fabric of her sweater stretched over her bust when putting it on, and blinked in surprise.
"Why'd you say that, Grimmjow?" she muttered.
"Becuase I said so." He sat up, promptly putting on the discarded boxers from earlier. "You're the first girl I've ever fucked . . . . here."
"And what does that mean?" Tia questioned.
"It means that you should finish getting dressed, they're coming home in a few minutes, Tia," scoffed Grimmjow, as he was putting on his jeans. "Damn, you always do that . . . ." Tia frowned before finishing, fixing her hair before glancing at him.
"Who was the girl before me, Grimmjow?" she started once again, and the blunet teen's head shot up in shock. But anger immediately tensed in his cyan eyes as he stood up. "Grimmjow-"
"It's none of your fucking business . . . .!" he scowled, moving past her to open his bedroom door. "I've never asked you about your goddamn exes, so you shouldn't ask also! Hurry up and leave now . . . .!" Tia was stiffened by his sudden outburst then nodded a little.
"Sorry, felt a little jealous about it," she sighed.
"Whatever . . . ." he grumbled but felt somewhat of a glee towards her. If only she knew about the one before her . . . . Shaking his head, he nudged her out of his bedroom. "Just go, I'll see you at school," he sighed tiredly.
"Fine, later Grimmjow . . . ." muttered Tia with a small smile, pecking at his lips. Almost at the same time, the front door opened and Isabelle stepped in, her eyes frozen at the sight of her half-naked son kissing a girl.
"Oh! Oh, what the hell . . . .!" she exclaimed in shock and anger, Grimmjow groaned as he quickly stepped away in embarrassment. "You! Go to your room, now! And you, young girl, out of my house!" Tia barely blinked at the expected outburst and quickly left, with an audible shut of the door. "You heard me, go to your damn room, Grimmjow! And stay there until your father comes home!"
". . . . All right," he sighed heavily, moving to the hallway. "It shouldn't be that shocking that I'm a sexually active teen, Mom."
"But in here? Grimmjow, you know better than that . . . .!" scoffed his mother.
"It only happened a few times-"
"How's that any better? Ugh, you know what, I'll talk to your father about this . . . .!" Grimmjow said nothing else, he just went to his room on flopped onto his bed. It was true that he was having sex in his room but it was the first time he had liked doing it with a girl. It was, to him, a lot more easier than prepping for that other kind of sex. Shivering from the late winter, he got off the bed to look for a clean shirt. Opening the top dresser, he paused momentarily before quickly taking out a shirt and closing it.
". . . . Tch . . . ." he grumbled.
The broken pendant was still there, untouched for over a year now.
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Ugh, that was hard!
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