Ok so I finally finished chapter 7, after the Friday I was hoping to put it up … late again I know BUT I have a really good reason this time. I was ill for like a week, I mean really ill BORDERLINE DYING ILL, well maybe not that bad but still ill enough not to be able to focus on writing. Every time I tried to write it turned out crap so I patiently wait till I wasn't on the edge of life and death and got this chapter done. Well enough with my lame life story and on with the story. Here's chapter 7, I hope you enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reads and reviews my story. Oh and I don't own anything other than the plot… which I seem to be doing a crap job with getting anywhere with :/

Chapter 7: Clothes, Clowns and friendly comments

"Shinji! I'm not wearing this!" Ichigo staggered into his living room where his blonde friend was eating Nnoitra face before the two broke away to glance at the spectacle of Ichigo trying to pull the green skinny jeans up to his waistline.

"What the fuck Shin, get a fucking room!" a bright red blush crawled its way up Ichigos face as he watched Shinji slap Nnoitra hand away from his ass before they had a chance to slip into his loose purple pants to carry on their perverted tasks.

"Sorry Ichigo, not our fault that not all of us have asexual relationships ya know," blood continued to rush to the orange headed face as he punched his demented friend before flipping them both the bird and storming off, slamming the door behind him with excess ferocity.

"Stupid perverted dickheads! Can't they just wait until they are in that sex den they call a home until they start fucking raping each other, seriously!" Ichigo furiously tore the skinnies off his legs, tossing them to the side before grabbing the most comfy pair of presentable black jeans he could find, that was the last time he tried to borrow his friends skinnies god knows how the blonde freak fitted into those horrible green jeans. What was he thinking letting Shinji advise him on clothes anyway? The only clothes Shinji ever wore either screamed 'TAKE ME NOW' (Literally, Ichigo never did find out where his idiot of a friend got that disgusting top from) or showed way too much skin, like to a point where you might as well have walked around in a thong and bra… not something Ichigo wanted to experience again after that time he got arrested for indecent exposure after a bit too much to drink.

He proceeded to tear through his wardrobe trying to find a substitute for his favourite top that had been attacked by a pint of beer Shinji had 'accidently' spilled on him just an hour before Grimmjow was going to pick him up. "Stupid fucker does anything as long as gets him what he wants, just coz he didn't like my top doesn't mean he has to fucking destroy it!" He laid three tops out on the bed; a light green top with a small skull printed on its front with three blood red lines running down its left eye, a blue top with the words 'Fuck you?' provocatively spelt out in white against the blue shirt, and a plain leaf green top that was there, in all honesty, as a last resort and to make him feel a little less pathetic about his wardrobe.

"Ichigo, come on you've only got 15 minutes till that wanker gets here, get ya arse into gear!" the door swung open as Shinji stood face to face with the murderous scowl of a topless Ichigo. "Ichigo you're not going out like that are ya? I know you want to seem confident but I didn't think you wanted to be jumped," Shinji crackled as Ichigos eyes burnt into the person who had caused all of his trouble tonight, starting with the beer incident.

"Shinji, I can't find a top, don't just fucking stand there. HELP ME! NOW!" Ichigo let a small growl of frustration out as he turned back to his bed, followed by a giggling Shinji who swept his eyes over the tops placed on his bed awaiting the frustrated orange headed man's judgement.

"Berry-head chill out; I don't think this is a difficult choice. For starters that green top is atrocious!" Shinji screwed his face up in disgust as he discarded the leaf green top, his eyes evaluating the other two tops before turning back to Ichigo while clicking his tongue "well that leaves these two … I think you should go with that one to be totally truthful," Shinjis face contorted into a smile that sent shivers of fear down Ichigos spine, he knew exactly what sort of creepy thoughts were dancing across the blondes twisted mind. He had only ever met two people that had such freakish smiles one being Shinji and the other being Shinjis boyfriend Nnoitra who had an almost identical smile but one that promised pain instead of mischief like his blonde counterparts. Shinji grabbed the blue top and pushed it towards Ichigo "If you wear it you can show that blue haired freak whose boss and if nothing else you might even be able to find a good fuck in the club. God knows it's been too long since you got laid my dear deprived little sex minx"

Shinjis giggles filed the room as he received a slap from Ichigo before he snatched the top from Shinjis hands and ran out the room into the bathroom with a frustrated sigh. A few minutes later a fully clothed Ichigo emerged with his hair framing his face in all of its golden glory. "So? Do I look ok?" Ichigo ran his fingers through his hair before straightening his top so it clung to his defined chest.

"Perfectly Fuckable Ichigo," Shinji commented as he threw Ichigo his phone and wallet, although Grimmjow had promised to pay for everything he wasn't going to go anywhere without some escape money he had learnt that from the last time he had gone on a date with a previous potential boyfriend he had made the idiotic choice to say yes to. The arsehole left Ichigo with no way home after he had refused to go home and have sex with the fucking shithead. Hang on is this a date? That line of thought was quickly stopped as Shinji smacked him on the head.

"Right! Go on he's here. Remember we'll meet you at Zangetsu at nine but if you need me beforehand don't worry about ringing us we'll be there quicker than that dickhead can regret whatever the fuck he did!" Shinji smiled as he spoke but his voice held an icy venom that promised revenge against Grimmjow should he hurt Ichigo… or do anything even a little bit wrong, oh Shinji was going to enjoy this night.

"Yep I know mother! Just make sure ya at Zangetsu at nine or I'll have to spend all of Grimm's money myself!" Shinji sighed as he realised that Ichigo was already reverting to nicknames "And when you do see Grimm try to be nice, I know he was a dickhead before but give him a chance"

"Ichi-"

"For me? Please" Ichigo knew he still hated the man but he really wanted Shinji to see that maybe, just maybe the blue haired man had changed.

Sighing, Shinji nodded and ushered Ichigo towards the door after giving him a quick hug "I'll give him a chance just this once to prove he's still not the same bastard but if he hurts you I'm not responsible for my actions."

"Thanks Shinji. I'll see ya later then, and don't be late." Ichigo returned the hug before a car horn was heard outside and he headed out the door towards a blue Jaguar XKR-S.

Dear god how the hell did he afford that! Ichigos eyes widened as he took in the icy blue car before him ok maybe there's more to Grimmjow than I thought… like he's a professional car thief…or a high ranking gang member or maybe he's a host… NO BAD ICHIGO no thinking like that, don't think about that blue haired man making people moan, not a good line of thought with these jeans JESUS. Ichigo was torn between jealousy and lust as images of Grimmjow more than a little naked and panting flashed through his mind before he realised that standing there drooling probably wasn't the best way to start off the night. This is gunna be one hell of a night.

Gathering his courage and over imaginative mind Ichigo continued on his way to the blue car, taking a deep breath and reached for the door handle. Well in for a penny, in for a pound I suppose.