WARNINGS:
Yaoi (GrimmIchi)
Language
OOCness (due to the fact that I am a crappy writer and that this story has to progress)
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Flashback
"Talking in a flashback"
CHAPTER 7:
"I'm home!"
The light brown haired little smiled. "Welcome home, Ichi-nii. How was the trip to the ve- who's that?"
Ichigo visibly paled. 'Oh shit. I forgot about Rukia.'
Karin walked past the doorway and stopped at the sight of another female in their house. A female with her stiff, antisocial older brother none the less.
The two twins looked at each other, then looked at the stranger, then grinned slyly at their brother. "Sooooo, when did you get a girlfriend, Ichi-nii?"
Rukia was apalled. Ichigo scowled. Grimmjow looked up at the scowling boy.
'Girlfriend? Is that their relationship?' Then after a moment's thought, he decided. 'No, that's impossible. They don't even match.'
The orange-head tried to explain, "No, she's not. We're not- we're just friends! No, wait, she's just from school, I-"
"ICHIGO- MY BOY! I SEE THE FLOWER OF LOVE HAS BLOSSOMED FOR YOU!"
The boy face-palmed. "NO. Dad, wait, I can explain-"
"MISAKIIII! OUR WONDERFUL BOY HAS FINALLY FALLEN INTO LOOOOOOVVVEEEE!" The excited father pranced across the room to a large poster.
The raven Shinigami and the Espada watched amusedly as the orange-head repeatedly slammed his head against the wall.
Rukia had finally taken pity on Ichigo decided to let her amazing acting take over. "Don't worry, I'll just spin some touching sob story, squeeze out a few tears, and they'll be falling for it in no time," said the Shinigami girl confidently. Ichigo had his doubts but Rukia was right, before he knew it, the Kurosaki family had a new addition.
"Glad that's finally over with," the orange-head said to himself as he stretched in his room. The kitten watched him from its spot on his bed. "Glad she's finally out of my closet too. It was getting a little too crowded in here. Now it's just you and me in here, little guy." The Espada meow-ed and his tail swished.
The boy just sat on the floor for a moment. "Now the chances of her finding out about the nightmares are even lesser. Just have to cover up the reiatsu flares..."
'What? You tellin me that no one knows? How the fuck do they NOT know? It's so damn obvious, you'd have to be a rock not to notice.'
The orange-head looked over at his cat. "Don't worry, I bought some new device from Urahara Shoten a few days ago. It's supposed to cover up reiatsu flares and make reiatsu levels look stable." A hand reached over to Grimmjow and stroked its fur. "Sometimes I wonder if he makes stuff like this just for me." Ichigo scratched behind the kitten's ears.
'DAMN, that feels good.' A pur escaped the Espada's throat.
Ichigo smiled and continued. "I keep talking to you about reiatsus and Hollows and Shinigamis but you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. No, scratch that. You don't even understand me. I'm just talking to myself in the disguise of a cat."
Grimmjow scoffed. 'I know more than you'll ever know.'
The orange-head continued talking throughout the whole night. He talked about being a Shinigami, being a Substitute Shinigami, being a Hollow, fighting Arrancars, protecting his friends, gaining his powers. He talked about family, friends, school, his childhood, himself. He poured his soul out to the Espada. It was as though he was narrarating his whole life to the kitten. All the stuff he never told anyone, all his secrets, fears, hopes, he told to Grimmjow. Eventually, he fell asleep as he talked.
Grimmjow found himself understanding the strange Shinigami more and more. He had to admit, the boy might've been physically weak and no match for him in a battle, but emotionally he was very strong. He went through a lot and always got back up and kept fighting. The Espada admired that in people. It was that kind of perseverance that turned him from a Hollow into an Espada afterall.
The kitten realized that he now knew all about the enemy, that the enemy had given himself away to him. If he wanted to, he could reveal all of this boy's secrets and weaknesses to Aizen. But Grimmjow would never do that. Not only was that exactly the low and pathetic kiss-up behavior that he looked down upon, but he also did not want to betray this orange-haired boy. 'Tch. I'm just taking pity on his miserable life,' he told himself.
The Espada knew that the only reason the boy was revealing all this was because he thought his secrets were safe. To Ichigo, he was just talking to Hyo, his pet cat. If he could help it, the orange-head would never know who he really was, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, Sexta Espada.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Damn. Writing fluff and romance is hard. Sorry for the slow development and short chapter, you'll just have to blame my lack of a romantic life. I have to admit that I don't really like the way this turned out and I'm kinda stuck on how to move the story along. Suggestions, reviews, flames all welcome.
