Friends: won't dare to call you names.
Grimmjow: Will curse at you without no shame.
Friends: won't dare to spend an hour with her.
Grimmjow: doesn't mean to, but will fight if you prefer.
Friends: are all TOMFOOLERY
Grimmjow:'ll probably last forever.
"What the hell are you doing?" His voice was a little ticked off, not because the two were the only ones here when there was a lively party downstairs, because he was holding her shoulder rather- well, just that. Because he was holding her shoulder. But otherwise, Ichigo was swell, albeit confused. Rukia's back stiffened and her shoulders felt clammy to Grimmjow's hands. The blue haired boy's head turned to Ichigo, eyebrows raised.
"Not whatever you think we're already doing." He answered flippantly.
"Jackass, then why're you holding her shoulders like that?" Ichigo scoffed.
Grimmjow's mouth opened to defend himself and say that she did it, only to think back at this and vaguely wonder just WHY he was EVEN defending himself FOR this moody fruit cup, when the answer was really quite simple.
"Because I can." Grimmjow released his grip on Rukia's shoulder and stepped towards Ichigo with a grin.
Ichigo smirked bitterly. "You sure about that, eyeshadow?"
Grimmjow's grin widens. "Damn sure that you don't own the fucking girl, strawberry."
While the two delinquents shoved at each other, their voices instead of getting loud and bitter and annoying, got raspy and hoarse and low, like snakes ready to bite and spit venom into each other's eyes. Rukia was left to stagger backwards, landing on the ground of the rooftop.
She glowered when her brain replayed the scene before and in front of her. Also because of Grimmjow's words. That smug bastard, actually WANTING to get beat up by Ichigo and then say that he was the guy who successfully irritated the crap out of the carrot top. He could've just told the truth, but no! The boy wanted drama and got up all in Ichigo's personal space!! He knew damn well that the orange-haired boy was... sensitive... about girl-midgets-with-big-purple-eyes' security, so why did he have to annoy the hell out of the boy like so? If he had told the truth, everything would've been peachy keen, save for her kicking Ichigo's shin for breaking and entering and save for Grimmjow confessing his ready-to-die-but-still-somehow-living love for 'Veggie head', the adorable pet name for Nel.
And Ichigo. Since when was it a rule for someone to make sure that he needed to guarantee another someone's safety? Rukia rolled her eyes at her musings. There were currently two boys cursing and ready to beat each other up, and all she was doing was thinking to herself. But seriously, why was he so friggin' mad? He doesn't own her, or was she labeled as his, so why was he pissed off so much? It's not his job, it wasn't his business, or was she just that oblivious and there was something really going on that concerned for Ichigo to claim that it was, indeed his job and his business?
Her thoughts were cut off when a thud resounded into her surroundings and Grimmjow's back, ready to fall on her, stepped into her view.
Rukia watched with wide eyes as Grimmjow indeed fell on top of her. It's not that she was weak or stupid or scared or anything, it's just that when somebody was ready to fall on top of you at a half second, you can't just get up on your feet lightning fast and catch them; that's Wonder Woman's job! And Rukia, thank you very much, has human-like reflexes unlike some other girls.
While on the other side of the rooftop, Ichigo seemed to scowl at their positions, if a little deeper. He shoved his hands unto his pocket, gave a grunt for goodbye, and trudged to the exit door, closing it with a SLAM!
Rukia's eyes creaked open at the sound as she gave a groan and pushed Grimmjow's body off of her, and gasped inwardly at his swollen right cheek.
"What happened?" she asked if ever so softly.
Grimmjow cringed when he got up, eyeing her gentle, worried expression with distaste.
"Shut up, Grimmy." Rukia's eyes narrowed darkly but her tongue stuck out childishly. She suddenly smirked, "Well fine, if you want me to kick you while your down..." it grew wider. Damn, this girl really had some wicked sense of humor. "Ichigo really beat you up, didn't he?"
Grimmjow growled. "Fuck off Kuchiki..." And after a moment passed, probably 5 seconds of Rukia's pressing curiosity, Grimmjow's snarl turned into what seemed like a child's pout. "I busted his lip, too."
Rukia could only smile and think about giggling like a little girl; only she thought that, not actually did it. She stood up and dusted her knees, offering to help the boy up but fell back down when he grabbed her hand hastily and stood. She frowned at him and he grinned.
"We're still pretending, right?" Grimmjow asked.
Rukia laughed. "Yeah, it's obvious you still need advice."
He snarled at her. "Just be sure to tell that fucking strawberry to ease off on my ass." Rukia nodded in return. "I'll be sure to talk to him." she frowned vaguely and scratched at her cheek. "He's kinda pessimistic about that, if a little paranoid, you know, thinking that were like that and all. We haven't even got to do many things together yet to be considered as such, it's bad to think straightforward like that, so he should at least consult us first before making any judgments." She sighed. "Seriously, Ichigo's..."
Grimmjow frowned at her. "Thinking too much about it."
Rukia sighed again. "You're probably right. After all, it's really simple, he should know it already, what with you being in love with Nel and all."
Blue eyes blinked. "What?" It was probably the first time he heard a straightforward answer ever since this whole mess started.
"Don't even try to deny it, lover boy."
"Lover boy?"
"Shut up, you do like her. Just accept it."
"Nel? ME?" He pointed at himself just to make sure.
"ARGH!" Rukia broke out and growled angrily. "I just figured it out in the past, we're in the future now, stay in topic!!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"That's why I've been pretending to be Nel and helping you Grimmjow!! HELLO! You. love. her." she was finally wheezing and calming down. For Pete's sake, males could be so... so... sooo... dear Jesus...
Grimmjow placed a reassuring arm around Rukia's shoulder aggressively, finally eating all of her words and gulping it down. Though it didn't go down into his belly, mind you. It went up to his brain or else he couldn't piece all of this together. Hell, I bet Ichigo'd done the same. But moving on, he gripped Rukia's shoulder hard, probably waiting for the right moment, and it had to be tense and dramatic like in the movies, cause he was mocking her here. Nevermind if his back fucking hurt right now from leaning in to the short, midget girl. He was making a fucking statement, dammit, and unlike all others, it was RIGHT.
She stared at him weirdly.
"Rukia," Grimmjow paused, tasting her name if it sounded right on his lips. It sounded... foreign and funny. He shook his head. "Kuchiki," yes, that's better; it gave off a kind of a more formal... vibration, thus further enhancing the embarrassment if only a little bit. He gave her a somber stare. "Nel is my cousin."
Pause.
Silence.
Rukia didn't answer immediately, because the words were kind of... surprising. No. That was just an understatement. She couldn't find the exact words fit for the situation right now because it was said so casually, like one would when saying "Chocolate and coffee ice cream goes well together." and in fact they do, but that's not the point here. The effing words were spoken so damn casual it just took her by force. And hell, the meaning itself was SOMETHING ELSE, but the tone of how he said it!! He could've just yelled them out for goodness' sake! It would've been better if he did! There was something wrong with the boy if he was able to say it so easily, since they like each other and all...
UNLESS!!
Unless it was true! Was it? No. Impossible! He liked her, didn't he? And she on the other hand, Nel, was oblivious while Grimmjow really fucking liked her!! That's how it was supposed to go, but... they're cousins!? The hell!?
Rukia began to sputter gibberish while Grimmjow babbled nonsense. Or some-sense since it was useful information... BAH!!
"Actually, kinda think we're second cousins. If that helps you get up in the fucking morning, then hell yeah. 'Cept we're still cousins though." he paused and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "Wait. Are we second or third...? No. He's my first cousin, I know that. How many fucking cousins do I got anyway? Wait a minnit- I have grandparents? I had grandparents. They dead though, rite? Damn."
"YOU'RE COUSINS!?" Rukia finally shrieked. Grimmjow immediately let go of her and may have shoved her a little bit.
"Damn Kuchiki, we're you a banshee on your past life?"
"You're- you're... cousins? Are you kidding? Why the hell didn't you tell me this earlier!?"
He shrugged. "Thought you know. Thought that's why you were helping me."
"But you were jealous... That's uncharacteredly for a cousin to act... Unless... AHA you're-"
"What!?" Grimmjow snapped. "I ain't got a thing for my cousin!! That's sick. EWW." he scrunched his nose in disgust.
"But you were still jealous." Rukia informed him.
"Jealous? Hell no. Where'd you get that idea? From strawberry again? I swear I will kill his little orange ass, goddammit!!" After muttering profanities at Ichigo's spirit, he gave her a look that you could only see once in a while: the one with wide- not innocent wide, the 'wtfayla?'(What The Fuck Are You Looking At) wide- blue eyes and raised brows.
Rukia coughed a little bit, clearing her throat and regaining her cool composure. "Then why'd you get so hot with Oreao-kun?"
"I wasn't pissed with no fucking oreo cookie!!" he replied defensively.
"The BOY." Rukia fought the urge to roll her eyes. "You were jealous."
"Oh." he then growled. "Then say his name right, however the hell you pronounce it. And for the last, fucking time. I wasn't jealous. Guys in my family's just overprotective. Why'd you think I hanged out with her all the time?"
"It's 'hung' not 'hanged'." she corrected despite the situation. Grimmjow made a face. "She's two years younger than me so I was kinda worried and HANGED out with her sometimes. Little bit. Shut up Kuchiki, or I swear to God... her mom won't leave me alone about this stuff and my mom'd chew my ass out and lock me outta my room if something happened to her. Then you befriended her so I HANGED out with her what with you dragging our asses wherever you damn well pleased." he glared. "There, that's your story. Now leave me alone."
She raised a brow, obviously wanting to ask more questions and pry into his family life. Grimmjow fought the urge to pinch his nose bridge and slap her silly. "What?" he finally seethed.
"Then why'd you ask me to help you with... this stuff?" Rukia asked, pausing if 'this stuff' were the correct term since she obviously couldn't use the term 'make up' anymore. Could she?
"Because Veggie Head is sensitive. Now could we please move on?" He stifled a groan.
She couldn't help but smile lightly. VERY LIGHTLY, okay? "Fine... wait till I tell Ichigo this. He'd sure laugh."
"I hope he giggles." Grimmjow muttered darkly. Rukia smiled again. "But hey, now he'll understand more. He'll FINALLY understand that it's completely platonic."
"Platonic. Yeah."
"But we're still friends though, right Grimmjow?" she inquired.
He grinned, almost reluctantly but still easily. "Fucking buddies already, Kuchiki."
Ichigo kicked a can.
Was he sulking? For what? Because the two were the only ones there and he was jealous? He snorted. Please, m'dears, it's going too fast, of course not. No. Eff NO. Maybe it was just because they left him alone? He was used to it, but still. It's not like the people WANTED to leave him in the past, he just chose to go away. And fuck no, he wasn't angsting. But they didn't consider if he actually wanted to hang out, even if he made sure to say he REALLY DIDN'T want to; he was alone, and hell, that kinda sucked.
Ichigo shook his head.
Well, that sounded reasonable, but he told them he wasn't coming on the other hand, but that didn't give them the right to just ditch him and be hopeless. Did it? He smirked somewhat bitterly. Of course, what'd he expect? Or perhaps he was thinking about this way too much and negatively.
Ichigo kicked another can, and it somehow ricocheted and hit him on the knee. Damn.
Long, black flowing hair ran past him like a bullet: gracefully, elegantly. Another one flew by -was that red?- but almost slapped him on the face. And since it was a fucking ponytail; effing long one too and it seemed to go by real slow, it managed to stay for a couple of seconds to strangle his face.
The red ponytail moved again, and Ichigo cursed when it struck his cheek harshly. His hand immediately flew to pull it back like a sock puppet. REVENGE, BITCH! Though the sudden wish of having long hair to swing around the bastard's face kinda scared him.
Renji gave out a hiss, a yell, then his elbow accidentally struck Ichigo's chin, sending the boy backwards.
"DAMN! My elbow, OWW! What the hell's in your chin, brick!?" The redhead yelled angrily, nursing his ponytail.
Ichigo scowled, rubbing his chin. "You're one to talk!! What do you put in that hair!? Did you train it to slap people!? You fucking ruined the whole elegance thing!"
"Elegance?" Renji growled. "I'ma really show you how well I can slap- OH SHIT!" His eyes widened when the girl skidded to a halt and ran to them.
Ichigo squinted his eyes. "Is that Kunieda Ryou?"
Renji let on an uncharacteristic shriek, and when the girl seemed to leap to him, he caught her body and pulled her to his shoulder. The girl struggled and kept on hitting, kicking and pulling on his hair despite her still quiet demeanor. His hands gripped her legs together and his other hand tied both of her hands behind her back. Renji grinned from ear to ear and Ichigo just raised an eyebrow at the girl who was in a potato-sack position, plus was tied up like she was some sort of pig.
Ryou's eyes narrowed at the height between her and the ground. Sure, she was a tall girl for her age but the guy that caught her was even taller for his age. She faintly wondered that if he was to let go and she was to fall, would she break her neck?
"HA! In your face bitch, now I'M ruining the girl code!!" Renji let out a triumphant smirk. Ichigo sighed. Grayish black eyes gazed at him. "Eh, you seen Grimm- whatever the hell his name was?"
"Grimmjow?" Ichigo looked up with a scowl. "Might have. Why?"
"Damn, what's his issue with everybody else? Girl wit green hair was mad at him, now you too? Fuck."
That seemed to gain his attention. Ichigo raised a brow. "Why're you asking? Got a problem with him too?"
Renji shook his head with a grin. "Nah, just tell him after he's over his meeting with Rukia, to get his ass to room 1-A."
Ichigo was about to nod when the redhead's words really sunk in. "Wait- you know why they're together?" Renji seemed to frown. "Together? OH! Yeah, yeah... Rukia's preparing him to make up with that green girl. Seems like they fought coz he was jealous of an oreo or sumthing."
"Jealous?"
Renji nodded.
"But they're co-"
"AHEM." Ryou voiced in with a clear of her throat. "I'm sorry, but a girl hates it when she's ignored. May you kindly set me down, baboon, or would you like it if I do it myself?" of course she only spoke to Renji since she knew Ichigo quite well through Tatsuki.
"In your dreams, bitch." Renji answered and turned back to Ichigo. "Oh, and fix that lip of yours. It's busted, bleeding, and damn!! it looks nasty. What happened?"
Ichigo scowled.
ow.
Ow.
OWW!
Damn this kinda hurt, how the bloody hell did I just notice this? Grimmjow frowned vaguely, not really knowing what to do when the nurse handed him a plastic bag with melting ice inside.
"Here, sweetie." the old woman smiled at him.
Grimmjow raised a brow before taking it. What the hell do you do with this? He always got the one with the blue cloth with some kind of cold stuff inside, not this ancient shit. He brought it closer to his face and suddenly shrugged, ripping a tiny plastic off with his teeth and sucking the cool water.
The nurse eyed him strangely. Why was this boy drinking the supposed ice pack? Was this some kind of new fad? Want first than need?
He was eating the ice now, when the door slammed open and Renji stared at him weirdly.
Grimmjow wanted to growl. The bastard had the courage to look at HIM weirdly when the redhead was all messy and beat up and handcuffed by some girl? His frown deepened, his pride slightly jabbed but still continued to eat at the ice.
"What the hell are you doing?" Renji finally asked. Grimmjow glowered.
"I'm eating." he answered, clearly annoyed.
Ryou raised a brow when she looked beside Renji. "It's an ice pack."
Grimmjow paused.
"Yeah, the nurse even added some blue stuff to it." Ryou scrunched her nose. "You're sick."
He spit it out when Renji sat down laughing. "Oh God," he chuckled some more before grinning at the blue haired boy. "Meet the green haired girl at room 1-A, and tell her what you just did coz I'm damn sure it'll help you make up."
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at Renji. There goes that damned 'make up' term. He shook his head and just stood up towards the door, because hell, it had something to do with Veggie Head.
The nurse suddenly stood up before Grimmjow could go. "Sweetheart, does it still hurt? Are you thirsty again? Do you want me to pack you another ice pack or will you be all right?"
Grimmjow bit the inside of his cheek, glowered, then left the room with a SLAM! Renji burst out laughing.
Later, Ichigo found himself scribbling on the dirt with a stick. He was at the back of the school, WAY, WAY BACK, as in the woods and stuff. He carried an ice pack for his lip, pressing it in and later letting it go, then pressing it back in as he continued to absent-mindingly draw.
He turned to doodle on his left side when a deformed bunny appeared on the dirt. His eyes slightly widened.
Okay, ignore it. Just ignore it.
He shifted and turned to his left. A horrible doodle of a bear appeared. Ichigo's forehead started to sweat.
It must've been here yesterday. Just a coincidence, man, calm down.
A stick drawing of a girl appeared on top of his dirt drawing. It's mud eyes stared back at him coldly, eyeing Ichigo whenever he moved left or right.
Wipe it off, Ichigo, wipe. the. damn. thing. off.
But his hands stopped mid-wipe when humming reached his ears. Ichigo swallowed a lump in his throat, his brown eyes searching wildly at the source. Left? No. Right? No. Below? His heart skipped a beat. HOLY SHIT IT'S THE DRAWING!-
"Ichigo!"
"I'M WIPING IT!" He shrieked and almost jumped when he saw Rukia squatting beside him.
Rukia rose an eyebrow.
An imaginary slap to the face got Ichigo's brain running again. He immediately scowled, realizing the situation. Rukia laughed.
"You should've seen your face."
He smirked. "You should've seen your drawing."
Rukia frowned. "At least SOMEBODY ELSE I know appreciates my talent."
Ichigo scowled. "Who, Grimmjow?"
"No," she glared at him. "Why're you bringing him into our conversation?"
"Coz he's the appreciator, isn't he?" Ichigo inquired, his scowl deepening.
"And what if I say yes?"
"Then the bastard needs glasses."
She frowned again. "Why do always insult him?"
"Why're you defending him?"
"Because you're always insulting him!"
"On the contrary, I'm actually insulting you." He smirked bitterly.
"That's why I'm defending him then." she matched his smirk.
"Well if that's that, then I guess you can both go off and marry then." he stuck his tongue out at her. "Bastard and Midget sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"
"Stop it." she frowned.
"First comes love,"
"Stop it."
"Second is something."
"Ichigo. Stop. You're not even saying the words right."
"Oh, so you want me to?" he inquired innocently.
"Just- just shut up." she glared. "You're childish."
He scowled at this and snapped his stick in two.
SNAP!
Three.
SNAP!
Four.
He muttered some incoherent profanities when it was too short to be broken.
Silence.
"Grimmjow and I were at the rooftop because I was helping him with something." Rukia broke the silence, gazing at him with her half-lidded eyes.
"Renji told me."
She frowned. "Renji? How'd he know?" her amethyst eyes darkened. "So why're you still getting angry?"
"Am not." he scowled. She scoffed. "Whatever. But yeah, we weren't doing anything, just to let you know."
"Oh, I know."
She raised her eyebrow again, now wanting to test his reaction some more. "Because he was jealous and all, and Nel was totally oblivious so I offered to teach him how to confess, and some love advice."
Ichigo found another stick to snap, but stopped mid-break. "What?"
"I said-"
"I know what you said. But you do know that they're cousins, right?"
She gaped. "You know?"
"Of course." he said smugly, breaking the twig in half. "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer, midget." Ichigo smirked the scowled. "But Nel sometimes comes over my house to baby-sit my sisters." he muttered the last part.
"Yes, I only found out recently. Right when you left." she drew her knees to her chest and hugged it, giving Ichigo her stick to snap.
He scowled at the subject, breaking another twig. "So him touchin' you was really pointless."
"Think what you want I'm tired." she frowned at him, but her eyes suddenly sparkled. Like the kind when you suddenly remembered something. "But if they are in fact cousins and you knew, why'd you suggest they make a good combination?"
Ichigo smirked, snapping her previous stick in two. "You'll see midget, you'll see."
Nel tapped on the desk she was sitting on, humming a random tune thought at the top of her head and tapping with her small index finger for the right rhythm. The door slid open and Grimmjow came in with a frown.
"You coulda told me about him, y'know?"
"Yes but you're gonna tell auntie!!"
"Yes, coz she'll kill me!!" He mocked her in a high-pitched voice before rolling his blue eyes. "Seriously, and she ain't afraid to hold back on me, us being family and all."
She giggled. "All right, all right, I forgive you Grimmy." he frowned at the nickname. He never did say sorry but appreciated the fact that she understood. Kind of.
"But you know, we're not really cousins." her golden brown eyes watched in fascination at Grimmjow's reaction.
"We ain't?"
"No silly!" she giggled. "Though we are in fact second cousins, it's by marriage. My aunt's cousin got remarried to your uncle's brother and that's how the magic happened. Plus, I heard from my mom that they divorced last year. So technically, we're not cousins anymore. Though it's quite a shame that our parent's are still friends, tangling us up into their wacky ideas."
He pondered about this. She was the only person who used big words and 'wacky' in the same sentence. "Well shit. Guess I gotta do some explaining later."
"Exactly." she giggled again as the green-haired girl tried to put an arm around the blue-haired boy's neck, which was kinda near to impossible.
Amethyst eyes smiled. "She's adopted?"
Twist: they're cousins.
Turn: they're cousins through marriage.
Catch: can and will it work?
SUMMARY HELP AGAIN!
Sorry, but if you're reading this can you please make me a summary?? If you do, umm, I'll tell you who the next main character is!! If you care...
Sorry for the REALLY late update, but I was kinda obsessed with Reno from FF7 and Advent Children. Then I fell in love with Relena, which is Reno x Elena, the rookie or something. AND DAMMIT, HE DOES NOT BELONG WITH TIFA!! I don't effing care if she's a bartender and he likes beer so much, it's like pairing Vincent and Shinra because Vincent was once an awesome, possibly legendary Turk before he died and Shinra owned the whole entire thing!!
So yeah, sorry again that you kinda didn't like the idea of them being cousins and all but it was just a twist that I came up with and HAD TO DO. Though I hope I made it pretty clear that they are no longer related.
Umm... sorry nothing much happened...
Just review okay, I'm still planning the next main character's appearance. Hoped that pumped some adrenaline blood or something that'll make you wanna alert and review!!