Yeah, it's gonna be dramatic for some parts. And to reply one of the reviewers, sorry I don't have DeviantArt account yet because I don't have a scanner. I should ask for a scanner for the holidays. So much drama in this chapter, so don't hate me.
M.O.D.E.L.S. by Boogermeister
Chapter 9- Role Call
Ichigo felt the harsh tension between Grimmjow and the man named Aizen. The blunet glared bitterly at the other man and smirked humorlessly as he took a step forward. "Sousuke Aizen, just the motherfucker I didn't need to see," he sneered. "Now tell me, what the fuck brings you here?"
"Well, what do you think, Grimmjow?" smirked Aizen.
"I think you're a total dick, Aizen," scowled Grimmjow but Aizen chuckled quietly.
"Same as ever, huh, Grimmjow?" he chuckled before glancing over to Nel. "Hello, Miss Ordershvank."
"Uh, hello, Mr. Aizen," Nel smiled uncomfortably. "I didn't expect you to come here so suddenly."
"I know, I should have called you in advance."
"Just fucking great, you knew I don't like surprises," scoffed the blue-haired model. "Now I'll ask one more time. What the fuck are you doing here besides seeing me?"
"Well, I have a small meeting with the head of this agency," replied Aizen. "And yes, it does concern about you, Mr. Jaegerjaques." Grimmjow glared at him and gave out a hollow laugh.
"Go do that and leave," he sneered as he walked past him, his hand gripped onto Nel's firmly as he pulled her with him. "I don't care why you're here but I would care if you fucking leave, Aizen. Ichigo, let's go." Ichigo blinked and followed him out, glancing back at the suave and smirking man.
"Uh, Grimmjow--" he muttered.
"Ichigo," said Nel as she glanced at him and lightly shook her head. "Don't. Not now." Ichigo glanced at her then at the bitter blunet and sighed softly. Still, he wondered what was going on between Grimmjow and Aizen; that man must be the boss of the Hueco Mundo agency in which Grimmjow used to work at. That man seemed to be crafty, almost like a con artist who posed like an honest person. He glanced back at Grimmjow and bit his bottom lip. He wanted to ask but can't.
A few days passed, but Ichigo rarely seen Grimmjow around since the appearance of his old boss. What irritated him the most was that the blunet didn't want to talk to him about it, and rather just drink until he passed out. The orange-haired model sighed deeply as he laid down on his couch and stared at the ceiling while dusk was settling outside.
His dogs stared at him with different expressions, Zangetsu felt a bit worried while Shiro was very annoyed by their master's brooding. "Jerk-ass Grimmjow," he muttered. "What a goddamn prick." He laid there for a while before there was a knock on his door.
"Berry, you dead in there?" muffled Renji as the white Akita barked excitedly for the new company. Ichigo sighed as he got up and went to the door to open it. "Hey, how's it going, Ichigo?" he smiled as he entered.
"I'm happy as sunshine, Renji. What do you think?" muttered Ichigo, closing the door.
"I know, but I noticed Grimmjow's just as moody as you, Ichigo," sighed Renji.
"Maybe but it's over different things," he replied quietly as he crossed his arms. "He's mad about seeing his old boss, and I'm mad about him not telling me what's going on."
"Think it's about that prison thing you told me about?" asked the red-head, he was already in the kitchen when he took a can of beer out of the fridge. "Maybe his former boss know the real truth behind it." Ichigo blinked at the statement and frowned; could that be it? Renji knelt down to tie his shoe, after setting his now opened can onto the floor. Shiro ran up to him and sniffed at the can, only to be snuffed away.
"Hah-hah, bite me!" smirked Renji, snatching his beer away. And the dog did so, nipping him at the leg. "Yowch! I didn't mean it like that, you crazy dog!"
"I don't know, Renji," Ichigo muttered after he pondered from what his friend had said. "I'm not sure if that's true if Grimmjow's old boss knew more than that but I can't just ask Grimmjow. He wouldn't tell me anything."
"Just try to ask him, Ichigo," Renji sighed as he stood up. "Make him open up to you."
"That's like asking me to get punched," huffed Ichigo. "It's too difficult to do that." Just as he stopped talking, there was a knock on his door again. "Huh? Who's there?"
"Ichigo? Are you in there?"
". . . . Nel?" the orange-haired questioned as he opened the door; Nel smiled a little as she walked in. "How did you know where I live?"
"Cleaning up after Grimmie tends to have surprises," smiled Nel, holding up a written piece of paper. "This got your address, so I figured I that come and visit you."
"But what about Grimmjow?" asked Ichigo. "Does he know about you being here?"
"Nah, I snuck out after he went out for more booze and cigarettes," shrugged Nel. "It'll be awhile until he realizes I'm gone."
"But--"
"Well . . . . time to hit the old dusty trail," smirked Renji as he fake-stretched his arms. "See you later, Berry." He then quickly left before Ichigo could say anything, slamming the door shut. Ichigo groaned softly before glancing at Nel, who was glancing around.
"So, uh, how's it going?" he asked. "When do you leave?"
"In a few days," replied Nel. "I doubt Grimmjow would bother to try and miss me. But I know how he feels about me."
"How?" asked Ichigo, politely gesturing her to sit down.
"Well," the green-haired woman said as she sat down, "Grimmjow was a very disturbed kid growing up. He often lets out his anger on people who picked on him, and it was the reason why he was sent to America."
"Damn, his fights seemed to lead him to other places," muttered Ichigo as he sat next to her. "What're the fights usually about?"
"Usually about his hair color," Nel replied quietly. "The kids often made fun of it and they always get beat up. But it was also about his family situations."
"Family situations?" he questioned. "Like what?"
"Um, well . . . ." muttered Nel, glancing her hands on her lap. "He was an unwanted child, resulted from his mother's affairs. His constant troubles eventually led to abandonment and he winded up in foster care. It's kinda hard to understand the deep resentment boiling inside of him. That feeling was what led him to prison in the first place."
"Uh, Nel, about that . . . ." muttered Ichigo.
Bang Bang Bang!
The two people jolted at the rude, loud knocking; both of the dogs barked in surprise then in agitation of who's knocking. "Fucking damn it, Nel!" shouted a rude voice, and it was Grimmjow's. "I know you're fucking in there and talking to Ichigo, you damn brat!" he yelled, pounding on the door again. "Open up!" Ichigo quickly got up and opened the door; Grimmjow was faintly reeking of alcohol and his sky blue eyes were bloodshot. He smirked grimly as he ran his fingers through his hair, which was messy.
"Hey there, Strawberry," he muttered as he staggered past him and promptly dropped his bags of beer bottles, some of them clinked emptily and it was obvious he drank on the way here. "Nel, come on and let's go," he mumbled.
"What for?" huffed Nel. "I came to talk to Ichigo unlike you, Grimmjow."
"What?" frowned Grimmjow, shaking his head a little as if he didn't understand. "I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but for a different reason," scowled Ichigo as he shut the door and glared at him. "Since that Aizen guy came by, you've been acting very distant lately and you wouldn't even tell me why." The blue-haired model glanced at him and groaned in slight annoyance, while the other man scoffed. "If you won't tell me what's going on, then leave right now."
"C'mon, Ichi, don't be like that," smirked Grimmjow as he took a step forward. "I just like getting drunk, that's all."
"I don't care, just leave," scoffed Ichigo as he reached for the door handle and opened the door, only to be slammed shut by Grimmjow, whose face was infuriating. His angry eyes somehow made the orange-haired model quivered slightly in apprehension and their face were so close, Ichigo could smell the sharp alcohol on his breath.
"I said, don't be like that," gritted Grimmjow. "If it fucking means that much to you, I'll tell you what you wanna hear." He moved away from Ichigo and sighed harshly as he rubbed his forehead. "Let me sober up first so I can talk clearly," he grumbled.
"Fine then," muttered Ichigo.
"Ah! Fuck, Nel!" hissed Grimmjow as Nel gave him a cup of black coffee. "You made it too hot!"
"Sorry but just drink it anyway," sighed Nel. "Your body ain't gonna sober itself up without it." Grimmjow grumbled before taking a sip; he heard faint movements in the bedroom where Ichigo was waiting. He groaned a little before glancing at Nel and frowned at her. "You told him my so-called sob story, didn't you?" he muttered.
"It just happened, I told him what needs to be told," shrugged Nel.
"Then I don't have to be here to tell him," muttered Grimmjow as he turned around.
"Grimmjow."
"I know," he grumbled as he glanced back at her. "I hate this, I hate doing shits like this. It's so irritating to talk about myself."
"Just do it, Grimmjow," Nel sighed. "Let him feel about you after hearing your story. Leave him to decide if he wants to be with you or not." The blue-haired model frowned before finishing the coffee in two gulps. "Need another cup?"
"Nah, I'm feeling better now," muttered Grimmjow, handing the empty cup to her. "If this get screwed up, I'm blaming you for it."
"I know." Grimmjow walked slowly towards the bedroom and quietly opened the door. Oddly enough, Shirosaki didn't try to jump him like before but instead laid dutifully beside his master along with Zangetsu. Ichigo sat up as the other man closed the door and walked up to the bed.
"Let's get this over with," sighed Grimmjow as he sat down, glancing at the floor. "You already know about my shitty childhood days, right?"
"Yeah, Nel told me about it," muttered Ichigo. "It sounded pretty traumatic."
"Only to those who never lived the life I had," he replied. "I could care less about the past, and nobody but Nel had never cared for me. Bet she didn't tell you that she was a foster kid too."
"N-no, she didn't," Ichigo muttered.
"Thought so, that brat always have something to say about me but not herself," Grimmjow grumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. "After that bitch left me to foster care, that's where I met the drooling kid. She clunged to me since then, through the troubles and other shits I would get into. Even when I went to prison after that incident."
"Yeah, for nearly killing some guy," the orange-haired model replied. Grimmjow finally looked at him and gave him an darkly sneer, and Ichigo shuddered slightly for some reason.
"I did beat that guy up to a pulp for trying to mess with Nel," he said ominously. "He was in a coma when I got arrested, I didn't care about what would happen to him while my time was pending. That was until that motherfucker suddenly died." Ichigo's eyes widened slightly in shock, he stared at Grimmjow's eyes but there was no emotion in them.
"What?" he gasped softly.
"At first it was aggravated assault and battery and I would've gotten just a year and a half to two years," Grimmjow continued. "When that bastard died, the charges upgraded to murder and I was facing twenty-five to life. They said I killed him from smashing his head multiple times and it made him brain dead. Of course, I didn't care back then other than the fact that he had gotten what he deserved."
"But Grimmjow, didn't you think of the consequences?" questioned Ichigo.
"Like I said, I didn't care," replied Grimmjow. "Why the fuck should I? I was glad he was dead, so he couldn't try and fight me again."
"And you said twenty-five to life. How did you get out?" The blunet glanced away and growled lowly in disdain.
"Fucking forget to tell you that Aizen gave me and Nel an opportunity outta the foster care," he muttered bitterly with such venom. "I was fifteen and she was twelve when that motherfucker 'adopted' us. I didn't like him from the start, even when his agency had offered me a modeling job. He always seemed shady, as if he had something to hide. That's why only me and Nel would only trust each other and no one else."
"I see . . . ." muttered Ichigo. "Then, at prison--"
"I was just nineteen when I was sent there," Grimmjow said scornfully. "I was gonna be there for the rest of my life, and I would have left Nel to defend herself even though she can't. Somehow, Aizen pulled some strings when I went to trial for murder and soon I was charged for just involuntary manslaughter. I only served just a little over six years." He glanced back at Ichigo and smirked darkly as his hand rose and touched his cheek. The orange-haired model nearly flinched at the touch but kept his gaze on him.
"I'm a very evil person, Ichi," he whispered. "I could kill again if I want to, even if I never mean to. That's what happen if someone fucking mess with me. Often, I nearly slaughtered them and I would always get away with it. But still, I won't be so lucky the next time." Ichigo shuddered internally in fright; not because of Grimmjow's crimes but because of what might happen to him. "I know you don't want to be with a person like me, Ichigo," he muttered. "Nobody in the fucking would ever care about me--"
"You're wrong." Grimmjow blinked in surprise from the sudden statement a second before Ichigo kissed him on his lips. The blunet froze at the contact, he didn't know why the other man was doing this. Ichigo leaned away from him and stared at the shocked man. "I wonder . . . ." he muttered softly. "I wonder if . . . . if it's okay for me to like someone like you, Grimmjow. Is it wrong to have someone who cared about you like I do? Is it terrible that I like you?"
"I . . . . I don't think so, Ichigo," muttered Grimmjow, as his face slightly softened. "I don't mind that you like me. I . . . . like you, as well." Ichigo kissed him again and this time, the other man relaxed into the kiss.
Nel glanced up when the bedroom door opened and the two dogs was nudged out before the door closed back. She stared at them before a smile appeared on her face. "Guess you won't blame me for this, huh, Grimmie?" she chided, only to hear slight moaning sounds. "Huh, I thought so. I'll leave you guys alone then!"
She turned to the door but paused and glanced back at the bedroom door. "Just be careful, Grimmjow," she sighed before she left the apartment.
"Grimm . . . . Ah! . . . . Grimmjow," moaned Ichigo, and the blue-haired man smirked as he nipped at his bare neck. Grimmjow's hands roamed over his heated chest as he then kissed his lips. "Shit, Grimmjow . . . ." Ichigo moaned as he gripped at the baby blue tresses to deepen the kiss. "Quit fucking around with me."
"But I am, Ichi," smirked Grimmjow, kissing him again. "I'm fucking around with you before I fuck you." Ichigo smirked back and gazed at his perfectly chiseled body; they were only in their jeans as Grimmjow trailed his tongue down to his stomach, making Ichigo shuddered in estacy as the cool moist touch. "Damn, I wondered if you taste so good, Strawberry," he smirked deviously as his hand rubbed on his bulge.
"See for yourself then," smirked the orange-haired model. Grimmjow scoffed in enjoyment before he undid the jeans and took them off along with his boxers, releasing his eager erection. Ichigo's breathing hitched as he felt the other man's breath before Grimmjow suddenly engulfed him. "Agh, Grimmjow . . . .!" he gasped, his back arched from the intense gratification as Grimmjow slightly grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin.
"Grimmjow . . . ." whimpered Ichigo as he glanced down. Grimmjow smirked as he glanced back and slowly bobbed his head up and down, his tongue slid graciously over the top. "Ah! Ah . . . .!" the orange-haired model whimpered as he writhed a little and gripped at the bedsheets. Grimmjow continued as he glanced at Ichigo again, it was obvoius that he was close.
The blue-haired model teased him by stopped sucking and stood up. "What the hell?" frowned Ichigo, glaring at Grimmjow. The other man simply smirked as he took off his own jean and salivated two fingers.
"Not yet, Ichi," smirked Grimmjow as he then crawled over him and inserted the digit inside him. Ichigo winced a little from the stretching but was reassured by a kiss. "You sure you want this?" asked Grimmjow.
"What do you think?" muttered Ichigo. Grimmjow grinned as he removed the fingers and positioned himself, hooking the other man's legs around his waist. Slowly, he entered him up to the hilt, and Ichigo hissed in pain. "Shit . . . ." he whispered through gritted teeth. Grimmjow merely groaned softly as he pinned his wrists above his head.
"Just relax," he muttered before he bucked back and forth. Ichigo moaned softly at each thrust, as the other man grunted sensually. "Shit, Ichi . . . ." he moaned huskily. "You feel so tight and good."
"Shut up-- Ah!," moaned Ichigo, Grimmjow's thrusts were becoming faster and harder. "Grimmjow . . . .!" he whimpered loudly.
"I know," grunted Grimmjow, kissing his lips. The orange-haired model moaned deeply into the kiss as his wrists were removed and he gripped at the back of the other man's neck. Grimmjow smirked as he kissed his neck, thrusting harder as he gripped at Ichigo's erection and pumped it.
"Uhnn . . . . Grimmjow," Ichigo moaned lustfully.
"Keep saying my name, Ichi," moaned Grimmjow, kissing his lips again.
"Grimmjow . . . .!" moaned Ichigo.
"Say it again . . . ."
"Grimmjow . . . .!"
"Again, Ichigo!"
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled out a split-second before he came into Grimmjow's hand. Grimmjow groaned deeply as thrusted a few more time before he came as well. The blue-haired model panted heavily as he gazed at Ichigo, who frowned a little as he was catching his breath.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"It's just that . . . ." Ichigo muttered softly. "You think that it's dangerously wrong to fall for a disturbed killer?" Grimmjow blinked at that and chuckled softly.
"It's dangerous . . . . but it's not wrong," he smirked as he kissed him.
Yays, I can't wait for episodes 165 and 166 of Bleach! Ichigo vs. Grimmjow, it'll be awesome even though I saw the original version. The english dubbed is pretty interesting; I mean, Kappa Mikey is Nnoitora.
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