Boys always act on TOMFOOLERY
Boys always act on TOMFOOLERY
Yet he's not the type to feel jealousy
But you're the girl, especially
That will make him do ludicrous things
Au-to-ma-ti-cal-ly
Disclaimer: Don't own Ryou's saying!! And Bleach.
Renji loitered near the student parking lot, kicking at random cans and sometimes whistling snappy tunes, in a clad of green sleeves, brown fisherman's vest, and jeans. He wondered if Rukia's brother had said yes, or if she instead snuck off. He far wondered if he had enough hold on his temper to stop the killing urges he gets, every time the students started whispering about him. He already wore a fucking bandana what else do they want!
Rukia's flats thumps towards Renji, making the redheaded teen turn over in a spin. He blinked at her and she stared at him through half-lidded eyes. She probably had to go like that every day, since her eyes were so damn huge. But they were cute, so that was an exception. And they'd sparkle too.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Sup" he greeted back.
"Waited long?"
"No." liar.
Rukia smirked. "Good, because it took a lot to convince Nii-sama and it'd be a waste if you ditched."
"Me? Ditch you? Hey, that's not a bad idea." he grinned triumphantly; Rukia punched him on his shoulder before stomping towards the school. His grin widened as he rubbed the sore spot and followed suit. What was great about this girl was that you could never have awkward moments with her. 'Damn, she hit me hard.'
She glanced back at him from behind. "Where's the others?"
He shrugged. "They're coming." but just let me have 10 more minutes.
Ichigo swore that he said he wouldn't come, right? Wouldn't. Opposite of would, promise of will not. So why the hell did he find himself sneaking off out of his own house? Okay, like, why was he sneaking out when he could've just used the front door? Because his goddamned father wouldn't let this go for years: him going to a high school event was like a cockroach living with its head off- wait, that's possible.
DAMN!
He hissed when he struck his foot with the iron gate. The bars gave out and the gate swung open, making seriously, unnecessary creaking sounds.
The light in his little sister's bedroom opened and Yuzu screamed out; "Who's there?" for a nine year old, she sure was one paranoid little girl.
Loud music blared in and out of the windows, plastic cups littered in the floor among with other uncared for beverages, students danced like nobody was watching and forgot the tiny bit of detail that they were in THE delinquent classroom.
So as soon as Renji and Rukia's foot stepped inside, they couldn't really believe that the teacher would allow them to put colored light bulbs in, since- hey, it's a celebration, not a party.
A random, perhaps drunken girl, -because it was really not unusual to spike the punch bowl these days, and if you didn't spike the punchbowl in high school anythings, THAT was considered unusual- made her way across the dance floor -where the students danced, Rukia would've gawked if there was any real dance floor- and into the arms of Renji after she had pretend-fell.
"Hey big guy," the girl said seductively, holding unto Renji's shoulder for support, or joy because she was really gripping them tight. "Hunk like you got a girlfriend yet?"
"I-" Renji turned to his side to maybe ask Rukia if he should just leave the poor girl there or bitch-slap the drunken girl for even saying anything in front of the girl of his dreams (Rukia), -of course he would never say the 'girl of his dreams' part and just replace it with 'being rude'-. He paused when he realized she wasn't there, not getting drinks, not dancing, not talking, literally not in the classroom. Renji frowned further once he saw blue hair diverting around students or sometimes pushing them to 'get outta the way, dipshit!' just for the hell of it.
He turned back to the girl and smirked. "You finishing that drink?"
The girl smiled back feverishly and grabbed his collar, leading him into the deeper part of the room; Renji rolled his eyes at her sudden antics. Wow. Girls could be such sluts.
Grimmjow dragged Rukia outside the classroom of 3-D, outside of the school, and just beside a wall, trying to lurk into the shadows with only their head popping into the moonlight.
"It's rude to drag people away from their companion." Rukia bluntly said, Grimmjow still didn't release her hand, perhaps in fear that she would whack him in the head or kick him in the vulnerable area, -or both since she was that kind of girl and hell yes it was very likely- for forcefully dragging here her and cursing throughout the whole joyride.
Still, being the ultimate rash and manly boy that he was, "Hn." Grimmjow grunted in response.
Rukia frowned in return. Now Renji's gonna be all upset with her and would randomly take the anger out of Grimmjow, and of course Grimmjow's GONNA want to fight him, then Ichigo's gonna somehow join the fight, and she'll be the one who'll have to clean all their blood up. Thank you Kaien-dono for making this job so friggin' hard.
"What do you want?"
Grimmjow turned to her, being snapped back to reality by Rukia's words. Wow, that was a first. He gave her a somewhat childish look and then growled, gripping the edge of the wall so inhumanely it might crackle and turn to dust. Whatever happened to him, he was acting all pissy about it.
Which was why Rukia said so and Grimmjow snarled more, and in a seething voice asked; "Where the fuck were you?"
Rukia was confused. "What do you mean 'where the fudge' was I?" she mocked.
"Why didn't you go with her?"
"Go with who?"
"Veggie head." Grimmjow said simply, fully turning to her thus erasing his body from the moonlight and into the darkness. As the writer, I would like to say that he did it coz he was feeling... somewhat embarrassed, as a fan; I'd fucking love to say he had a blush, but seriously, no. He didn't have any of those, just a nasty frown etched on his pissed of face.
"Why'd you want me to go-"
Her eyes kept on moving right, and damn, Rukia knew she should've never looked. It was obvious that Grimmjow was mad about a subject that hovered around veggie head- err, Nel. So um, yeah, it was kinda bad when Rukia moved too far from the comfort of the dark shadows, leading half of her body to be shown to Nel who just popped out of nowhere, and yelled hi to Rukia with a guy trailing after her. What was worse was that there was a chainsaw-massacre-to-be right beside Rukia, who, again, was now sensitive around veggie head- dammit- Nel.
"Uh, hi Nel-chan..."
As wicked and spicy she might've appeared to be, Rukia Kuchiki: 'Midget' called by Ichigo Kurosaki, 'weakling' described by Ichigo Kurosaki, 'has a peaches-and-cream pattern of mind' stated by Ichigo Kurosaki, had every reason to be afraid because seriously, a guy who might be Japan's next most wanted criminal and STILL LIVE, was standing right next to her. So yes, pretty much, she was entitled for the option of stealing glances at Grimmjow's maniacal face, to see if he was in murderous rage right about-
"Who's the trim, young boy walking with you?" Rukia still had a façade to protect.
"Oh, this?" Nel asked back with a smile. Truly like a child; so naïve, so innocent, so damn lucky.
Right about-
"This is Oreao-kun!!"
Hint #1: ACCOMPLISHED. Rukia had a slight clue to why Grimmjow might've been mad, as both of her hand was held out of her chest, and as her foot slowly backed away from the menacing, still lurking in the shadows boy.
"Oreo?"
"Nooo..." Nel smiled sweetly, eyes half open. "O-re-a-o. Oreao-kun!!"
She had never called him '-kun'. He thought bitterly. Rukia stole a glance and swallowed. Did you know that if a human was ever so angry, he could produce dark auras? Poor Grimmjow; already had a short temper and now fell into the pits of jealousy.
Right about-
"What are you doing together?" Italics: Safe Rukia. Bold: Caring Rukia. Normal: Normal Rukia.
No, Rukia, NO! Stop talking!!
But she must! She must if she wants to help her dear, psychotic friend. He already has a heavy life, so why must she add an anvil to it?
Because SHE doesn't want to die!!
SHUT THE HELL-
"Hmmmmm??" Nel took her sweet time answering the question as she tapped her foot. "He asked me if I wanted to-"
Grimmjow is going to be on murderous rage right about-
"-go with him here. He doesn't no that 3-D is the delinquent class though-"
Right about-
"So I accepted because, y'know, that's brave!!" Nel smiled brightly.
SNAP.
'Oh so they're on a date...'
Right about now...
Grimmjow stepped out of the shadows wearing his normal face, which in normal terms consisted of a crazy smirk and narrowed, pissed eyes.
Nel's smile brightened. "Grimmy!!"
"Grimmy?" Oreao repeated, without any tone of fright. Hmm, maybe he was a new student.
"Grimmy..." Rukia's eyes widened momentarily before realization dawned upon her. She wouldn't get hurt, only the boy will. Well DUH!! I'd just like to point out that if that rash boy even do anything near 'hurting' her, a certain someone's Rukia senses will tingle. But of course Grimmjow will never-...
The subject of all interest grunted yet again in return. If he was very angry right now, he wasn't really showing it. Rukia stared, maybe she was-
"Who's he?" he growled. Nel didn't notice the slight snarl since Grimmjow growled almost everyday- in fact, he DID do it everyday, but probably not as much as Ichigo scowled.
-wrong. Nope! But apparently, the azure-eyed boy wasn't listening into their early conversation. Rukia let out a relieved sigh, this wasn't her job, she was no matchmaker, so why did she feel the weight on her shoulders?
Nel giggled. "Guess what?!" totally changing the subject.
"What?" Grimmjow growled out.
"He's my date!" xDD
OHMYGAWD. She did not just say that in front of Grimmjow. Shedidn'tshedin'tshedidn'tshedidn't-
Snap out of yourself, Rukia! Stop babbling, girl!!
The blue-haired boy grinded his teeth. "Is he?"
"Yup!"
"This punk?"
"Yup!"
Oreao raised his index finger. "I'm not a-"
"Shut up." Grimmjow said through gritted teeth.
"But-"
"I said; shut the fuck up."
Stop acting like a friggin' prep and hold Grimmjowdow
"You be quiet. You're scaring him away, Grimmy!"
"That's the whole point, veggie head."
"Veggie head!?"
"That's right," Grimmjow grinned bitterly. "Don't know what got into this dipshit's mind to take out a ditzy girl like you."
"Well if I'm such a ditzy girl," she stuck out her tongue at him. "Then why'd you always-"
You gotta love it, once realization yet again, dawns upon this midget girl -although it had to go a long way to reach her height- that Grimmjow Jeagerjaques: rash, violent boy, blue hair, blue eyes, curser-extraordinaire, was, and indeed JEALOUS.
She couldn't help but grin as her fingers reacted by themselves and gripped the maddened boy's collar, surprising him and making him stumble backwards, yelling 5 curses in 2 seconds. Her feet started to walk the other way as she gave Nel a side-glance and smiled, -Grimmjow still at bay and cursing- and saluted the girl good luck with her date, before jogging away to tease the azure-eyed boy about her newfound discovery.
Renji dropped into some floppy thing, in which he turned around in to see that it was a beanbag chair. Who in the hell would bring a beanbag chair in a classroom? He closed his eyes and dropped his head, sinking into the little beans that made up the bag. Who would've thought that he hated them? Since his fashion was like hippie crossed over with bikers.
He had ditched the girl when she offered him drinks; Renji had sidestepped away from her and whirled, suddenly tripping into this damned bag. But that didn't mean that he refused her drinks. Going back, he stole the drink from her hands, ditched the girl, sidestepped, whirled, and tripped into the bag.
And now he was downing 3 cups of them, nasty as they may have tasted, it felt good when the cold liquid ran down your throat, like sprite only a hell lot worse. Crimson hair fell back fully and his eyes opened wildly at the rushing liquid that almost came out his mouth, and almost made him choke. He spitted them quickly, the bitter taste hanging from his tongue.
That's when he saw her, -NO; he's not talking about ANOTHER girl of his dreams and NO, not the previous drunken girl-. He recognized her as the chick with the green hair.
Renji raised an eyebrow and contemplated to say where was Grimmjow and why wasn't he with her, since the last few days he had been with them –surprise, wasn't it?- the two had ALMOST been together.
AND THEN SUDDENLY, ONCE AGAIN, for the third or fourth time that day, realization struck and hit Renji like he owed it money. His eyebrow rose, along with the tribal marks –or stickers- that was linked with it, and now he knew why Grimmjow had dragged Rukia with him.
Forgetting her name, Renji yelled, "Hey, you!"
All of the heads turned towards Renji.
He growled. "No, not all of you, YOU!"
All of the faces wore puzzled expressions.
"Goddammit… you! With the green hair!!"
A stout punk who had bleached his hair green and Nel stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"The natural one."
Still staring.
"THE GIRL." Renji said simply. People murmured "Oh!!" before going back into their respective, shouldn't-be-named activities.
"Yes?" she called politely before her mouth turned into an 'O' and she squealed. Renji raised an eyebrow. "Oh! Renji!! How're you doing?"
"Bad. Good. Wass the difference?"
"Well, bad means-"
"I was being sarcastic." Renji slapped his forehead before groggily sitting up. "What about you? How're you doing?" once again, the redhead attempted to be sarcastic.
"I'm doing fine!!" She replied sweetly. Renji staggered downwards.
"Seen Grimmjow?" He asked finally.
Nel pouted. "Yeah."
"And?"
"Just… yeah."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"What'd you do together?"
"Actually, we had other companies."
"Was Rukia there?"
"Yeah."
"Anyone else?"
"Oreao-kun."
"Oreo?"
"O-re-a-o."
"Yerr cousin?"
"My date."
Renji was about to add another rifle from the gun-firing questions before her words sunk in and he stopped, his mouth hanging open to make a comment but no words came out. In other words, he was baffled for Grimmjow. She had ditched the guy for some other random punk? Ouch.
He wanted to laugh but didn't, though a few snickers slid out.
"I introduced him to Rukia and Grimmjow, but it seems that Grimmy doesn't like him very much."
Renji gripped his stomach, a wide grin spreading through his face. Mental -physical abuse- images flashing through his mind involving a cookie and a panther.
"Oh, and he's new!"
The grin evolved into laughter as Renji slid out of the beanbag chair, cackling animatedly.
"You okay?" Nel asked.
"Jesus," Renji looked up at her through snickers and tears. "Nel… -snicker- whatever you do, HIDE Oreo-"
"O-re-a-o-"
"-hide Oreo REAL DAMN good and go to class 1-A."
"Why?"
"About the hiding thing? Coz it's gonna be a few minutes before Rukia realizes this too and then she's gonna tease him 'bout it. Then Grimmjow'll get mad and… and –snicker- and dump Oreo in milk. (AKA: the dumpster)."
"What?"
"Toss him into your locker. That's a good hiding spot right there."
"Why do I need to go to 1-A?"
"Trust me." Renji grinned.
"You like her." Rukia smirked.
Grimmjow growled. "No I don't."
"You love her."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You want her."
"Fuck you."
"You're jealous."
"Go to hell."
"You want to be high school sweethearts."
"What?!"
"Then you want to marry her."
"What!?"
"And you want Ichigo to be your best man-"
"WHAT!?"
She flipped her hair and her smirk grew wider. "Because he was the one who said blue and green made a good combo."
"I'll fucking kill him."
"AHA!" she pointed and her cool façade dropped, turning into one who has a very twisted sense of humor. "So you're admitting it!"
"I didn't admit nothin'!!"
She scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Exactly."
"I was being sarcastic." She snapped.
"Too bad, so sad." He sneered.
"Whatever," Rukia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. They were presently standing in the rooftop, the cool night air billowing through and fro. Students knew that it was their spot, well, mainly it was Ichigo's, but then certain people just climbed in there as they pleased. Plus the other students didn't really get to experience what it was like being in the rooftop, AKA: the most awesome spot in the school, which sucked.
Still, wasn't it kinda weird when you saw a bright blue thing standing in the middle of the rooftop with a short girl when there was a party going on inside?
Which is why Ichigo raised his eyebrow to. What we're Eyeshadow and midget doing? He thought as he came through the gate, being careful to hide his identity among the students or else they'd all run around screaming.
Silence engulfed the air, making it tenser and tenser. But seriously, it didn't really feel tense or serious or anything, more like… confused, embarrassed, angry, awkward, and expecting something.
Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck, his hand pausing and staying there for 2 seconds, contemplating. 1… 2…
Before-
He walks toward her, bends at her level and snarls. "What's in it for you?"
"Huh?" Rukia raises a brow.
"What'cha gonna do 'bout it?"
She blinks before suddenly understanding what he means. In Grimmy world, doubtful questions meant expecting help. Rukia smirked. "I'll help you."
Renji got up from his seat, -were beanbag chairs even considered a seat?- to go to the spiked punchbowl. As said before, the stuff was horrid, but out of force habits, he just had to get some. Or he'd die of boredom. Renji chuckled at this.
He wasn't mad at Rukia because she was dragged away; rather, he was mad at Grimmjow for dragging her away. Sort of. A little bit. You know what? NOT REALLY! He didn't understand the situation he was currently in since he dragged HIS DREAM GIRL away from him, preventing Renji to feel any new emotion towards the girl, but hell; least he could do for... for... dammit.
On the second thought: he WAS already doing something for them!! So yeah, right now, he SHOULD get mad! He had the right to since he was already doing them a favor; make those two favors!! Renji shook his head, why the hell was he taking a long time to get to the punchbowl when it was just right there?
He looked up finally and was stopped with a bump when a girl stood between him and the punchbowl. Damn.
"The punchbowl is spiked." she stated bluntly.
"I know." Renji said simply.
"It's against the law to drink."
"I know."
"And you're heading this way."
"I know."
"Therefore you are drunk."
"I kno- wait a minute..." he paused, choosing the right, preventing-trouble words to say. "So what if I am?"
"Are you?"
"I said 'if'." Renji reminded her.
"You are."
"I said 'if'!!" repeated.
"We have to go to the nurse's office, you might be experiencing a slight headache, and I have to report you to the teachers."
Renji paused. Damn this girl and her nosy... persona! Why was she even in here if she was just going to suck the fun?! Why was she even in 3-D's classroom!? And why the hell did she pick him -the reasonably, though not really, average but has tribal tattoos/stickers around his body, innocent, drunk guy sitting in a beanbag chair- out of all the shit heads in here!?
She just gave him a glare, a book on her right hand. He realized that she was one of those types, Rukia's type, only a little bit quieter and colder, a hell less wicked and deranged perhaps. So Renji did the best damn option any guy could've had/done.
Renji sidestepped... and ran.
"Well, it kinda depends, y'know?" Rukia said, though a little bit like a child's naivety. "Do you want a confession?"
"What?" Grimmjow looks at her with disgust. "Those kinda shit just happens in soap operas."
"Isn't this one?" she tapped her chin playfully, Grimmjow growled. Rukia sighed. "Fine, fine, Mr. I-wanna-get-this-over-with."
"Damn right."
"Pretend I'm Nel." She demanded ever so casually like she just said; "Oh, it's nighttime today!" but there was a glimmer in her amethyst eyes that told him that she wasn't kidding.
Grimmjow narrowed his blue eyes, staring at her weirdly. Glimmer or not, there was NO EFFING way that he was going to pretend that this tiny, midget girl was Nel. "Hell no." he stated simply and is a more likely casual sentence than; "Pretend I'm Nel."
"Why?" she frowned.
Grimmjow scratched his head. It was hard to be non-aggressive at times like these; hell, if she were Ichigo, he'd punch him in the gut by now. And he wouldn't even tell the strawberry about this, but on the first hand, he also didn't tell her, she just noticed, -hint denial when Rukia told him about it- and besides, he just asked certain questions. But he did and she wasn't, so yeah, sucked for Grimmjow. And uh, the paragraph might've not made sense since it's only there because I'm running out of blunt things to say.
"Because you're not her." he said in a growl.
"That's why we're PRETENDING!!" she gritted out, honestly, men- no, delinquents could be so stupid. It was a wonder why the students were scared of them when they acted like... like... like this!!
"I can't fucking pretend when you fucking look like that!!"
Ouch.
Grimmjow's eyes momentarily widened. SHITFUCKDAMN.
"What?" Rukia's voice was cold and smooth, though a bit edgy. She came unto him, standing on her tippie-toes but glaring down at his high stature like he was some kind of scum in the Earth and he shouldn't be talking because he was some kind of scum in the Earth.
Just because she looked rather terrifying and pissed off, didn't mean he'd back down. He was a friggin' badass, dammit!! But that also didn't mean that he'd say something back, he already had a slightly broken inner reputation, he didn't need a slightly broken inner organ turned inside out to go along with it.
So he stayed in silent rage, frowning at her. "Nel doesn't act this way," Grimmjow growled. "Just so ya know."
Rukia blinked up at him.
"She acts more childishly, less pissed-off-woman-y."
Rukia then smirks at him and hits Grimmjow with her purse.
"What the hell-"
"Childish 'nuff for ya?" she grinned.
"Huh? Oh, fuck. Yeah." he stomped down the feeling to re-design the girl's face and kept that feeling for future needs: like maybe taking that same feeling out on Ichigo since she's his responsibility some other time later.
"So," she coughed, catching his attention and changing her voice into something more high-pitched and sugary and put together. "Grimmy
Grimmjow turned around, towards the exit door of the rooftop. "Veggie head?"
"No, idiot. Right here." Rukia growled, slapping her forehead. "And who the heck's 'veggie head'?"
"What the hell we're you doing?"
"Being Nel."
"Well stop it. Shit's creeping me out." he growled and rubbed the spot on which she recently hit him on.
"Just do it. I'm trying to help you for Pete's sake!!" she frowned.
"Hell, you're doing a bad-" Grimmjow grabbed her purse and threw it somewhere. "Don't hit me."
"MY PURSE!!" Rukia shrieked. "Do you know how much that cost!?"
"No." he answered simply.
"Well neither do I, but that was going too far." she frowned.
"Now you're acting like her." Grimmjow grinned. Rukia's eyes brightened at the mere compliment of her acting, which to the drama- DRAMA as in THEATER- queen is really heart touching.
But she put it aside for now, and grabbed both of his arms and placed them on her shoulders nonchalantly. "Now, the second part of confession," Grimmjow once again looked at her in disgust. "Is to, if you have that sorta personality/character, grab the girls shoulder and-"
And that's when Ichigo barged in to them.
Meanwhile...
Renji ran... ran fast... fast as his legs could carry him.
He looked back through his shoulders to see the girl sliding out of the classroom and bending down. "Karakura High track team,"
SHIT!
"Kunieda Ryou,"
FUCK!
"100m time,"
DAMN!
"12 seconds FLAT!" she yelled and ran... ran fast... though not even half as fast as her legs would carry her. In other words, this was a breeze for the long, black-haired girl.
"How the hell can you run this fast!?" Renji wheezed uncharactered-ly. He was a badass, dammit! Badassbadassbadassbadass-
STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.
STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.
STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.STEP.
Crap! She was gaining on him!! Wait- no, not even! That was just an understatement! She was friggin' running past him!!
"Stop running so damn fast!! You're breaking the male code, bitch!"
I'd probably lose some reviewers since most/some fans hate character development in which that character undergoes something that is embarrassing. I know I do, I usually skip those parts but I should probably leave that out in case you so choose to follow in my footsteps... KIDDING! About the footsteps part... Y'know what? Forget it. Seriously.
Sorry for the late update, but it's hard thinking up a funny/serious plot to release Grimmjow, produce GrimmNel greatness, make character boost for Renji, introduce Ryou -great girl really, not enough screen time, though be thankful for that or there'll be less IchiRuki-, and also introduce a new main character that will -temporarily- replace Grimmy!!
Also expect a lot of annoying alerts in your emails since I need to separate parts throughout the story because FF decided they hated dashes, but you STILL gotta love FF!!
Just review, SHITFUCKDAMMIT!
