This following chapter contains: Scott Pilgrim movie reference, hacking problems on the Playstation Network, and yo mama! Dah! Just kidding on the last part!

Game Over by Boogermeister

Chapter 11- Scott Pilgrim vs The Awkward Universe

The streets in the Greenwich Village was suprisingly busy despite the dusking sky, as Grimmjow parked his motorcycle on the cobblestone pavement. Once again, Ichigo was situated right behind him with his arms wrapped tightly around him before they got off. "Damn . . . . you didn't have to ride that fast," scoffed Ichigo, taking off the helmet.

"Sorry, but it was still better than the subway, half of the trains are shit since it's the weekend," smirked Grimmjow.

"Whatever . . . ." he frowned as he gave him back his helmet before they started to walk down the street. Good thing tonight was busy with people, Shinji could never had seen them being close together. That idiot would have a field day with that one. "Oh, here it is . . . .!" Ichigo pointed out as they reached the right bar, it was mostly full though some tables were still empty. But it was easy enough to spot Shinji seating in the middle near the wall as they walked up to him. "Hey there, Shinji . . . ." he sighed as he and Grimmjow sat down.

"Yay, you totally came . . . .!" giggled Shinji, giving his friend a tight hug.

"What? Aw, Shinji, are you drunk already?" frowned Ichigo when he cringed away from his breath.

"Why, you can smell it on my breath?" he grinned.

"How many did you have?" smirked Grimmjow.

"Only three, it's only enough to make me feel buzzed," the blonde answered with a short giggle.

"Ugh . . . . sorry for my friend's stupidity, Grimmjow," Ichigo frowned, nudging his friend away from him.

"No problem, I got an idiot on my own who makes my apartment smell like weed and shit," the blunet shrugged.

"Weed? He doesn't got any better drug than that?" giggled Shinji, and Ichigo scoffed.

"Good thing he only smokes that than some crazy shit," shrugged Grimmjow.

"Hey, when will the band start, Shinji?" asked Ichigo.

"Oh, about that . . . . yeah, it's not really a concert," his friend sobered briefly. "It's some sort of contest before they play at the end. We hafta hear other nobodies for a while."

"Oh, doesn't matter, at least I can go back to my work," he sighed as he took out his sketchbook.

"Yeah, you do that while I get drunk," Grimmjow smirked as he waved over to the bartender. "Two beers for now, two for later . . . .!" he called out. Ichigo rolled his eyes before resuming his work, though it was a little difficult due to the dimmed lighting.

Over an hour later . . . .

"Boo . . . .! That was lame!" Shinji drunkenly heckled while the crowd clapped sparesly at the band who finished playing. Ichigo would have hit his friend for being an idiot but he agreed, he heard a lot of sour notes from the bassist while the drummer hit the beat at the wrong time. "I heard better music from little kids' talent show, bring in the next band . . . .!" yelled Shinji, only to giggle when he nearly tipped over his bottle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry . . . . I nearly lost you . . . .!"

"Damn it, Shinji, calm down . . . ." scowled Ichigo, while Grimmjow chuckled.

"Hey, he's having a good time," he smirked, on his third beer and he had yet to feel the buzz as he drank. "He's right, though, they're starting to sound like shit."

"I know, but it doesn't mean that he has to act like dumb-ass," he frowned.

"Uh-uhn, a dumbass drinking beer," Shinji corrected when he stood up straight but giggled again. "Sorry, Ichi, but ya gotta let loose. Ya still scare of getting drunk after two bottles?"

"He gets drunk that easily?" Grimmjow questioned with a raised eyebrow. Ichigo frowned at him, but the blunet responded back with a smirk. "Guess that explains why you're still sipping on that first bottle of beer."

"Shut up . . . ." scoffed Ichigo.

"It's true, after two or three bottle he would let loose and get buck-wild and everything!" smiled the blonde. "Ya can see the pictures on my Facebook account and there's so many picture of him covered in glitter and body paint-"

"Be quiet . . . .!" Ichigo growled as he glared at him, while Grimmjow let out a louder laugh. It wasn't long until another band was introduced, though not many people clapped. They watched the band- two boys in faded black T-shirts and a female drummer who looked a lot too young to be even in here.

"Hello people . . . ." sighed the singer/guitarist over the microphone. "We are the Crashing Boys . . . ."

"Hey, is that girl a boy too?" Shinji called out, causing a few chuckles.

"Yes, she is . . . ." frowned the singer while the young drummer flipped the bird at the direction of the heckling. But as soon as the band started, they ended their song in under a minute with only a few riffs and a few beats of the drum. "That's our song, thank you . . . ." sighed the singer.

"That was it? That was shorter than my last boyfriend's dick!" heckled Shinji, and a lot of the patrons laughed including Grimmjow. The singer of the band frowned before turning to his members and turned back around.

"All right then, we got a new song . . . ." he muttered, staring at Shinji's direction. "And it's called, 'We hate you, now die'."

"Oh, they got a song about me! How fun . . . .!" smiled the blonde as he hooked arms with Ichigo, who was scolding him with his eyes. Even though they were friends, Shinji was the one who asked for trouble while Ichigo wished to avoid it and in the end they often had to run away from hooligans all because of the blonde man and his way of mouthing off.

"Hey . . . ." Grimmjow muttered through the music and the younger man glanced at him. "Think your friend knows about us, Ichigo?" Ichigo blinked and glanced at Shinji, who was too distracted since he was staring ahead, and shook his head a little.

"No, but he's the type who gossip over anything," he frowned. "By telling him about us, he would tell everybody and it might reach back to our work. That's a wrong idea to do."

"What's a wrong idea, Ichi?" frowned Shinji when their conversation caught his attention.

"Um, that one lame joke you always tell to people," shrugged Ichigo.

"Oh, that joke!" grinned the blonde before glancing at the blunet. "There's these two people I like to have for a threesome almost everyday. Can you guess who?"

"No, who?" smirked Grimmjow.

"Captain Morgan and Jack Daniels!" Grimmjow just snorted and shook his head, it was lame but he couldn't help cracking a smirk at that.

"See? Told you it's lame," frowned Ichigo.

"It's not lame, you laughed at it the first time," pouted Shinji.

"Because it sounded stupid." Two more bands later (and a threat of being hauled out due to Shinji's heckling), Ichigo was finally feeling the buzz after his only beer with the warmness in his cheeks. Grimmjow noticed that and wanted to wrap his arm around him, but the thought of the blonde man babbling to the world about them had held him back. If Shinji wasn't there, he would be tempted to nip at his bare neck.

"You're all right, Ichigo?" he asked. Ichigo's partially lidded eyes glanced at him and he smiled a little.

"Yeah . . . ." he smiled, dimissively patting him on the arm. "Don't know why I'm so sensitive to alcohol, it would just go straight through me after one beer."

"Well, it affects everybody differently," he shrugged a little with a smirk. "I finished after my third bottle while your friend over there . . . ." He glanced over to see Shinji giggling quietly as he playfully stroked his empty bottle with a finger. "Well, he looks pleased with himself," he smirked, and Ichigo snorted a soft laugh.

"Yeah, he's an idiot . . . ." he smiled. "Don't worry, I gotta wait a little while until I sober up."

"Really? Then I can't wait for tomorrow night to see you shit-faced if what your friend said is true," Grimmjow smirked with a saucy leer on his face. Ichigo blushed at his eyes and tried to scowl, but the alcoholic effect was making him smile instead.

"Shut up . . . ." he mumbled before he turned his attention to the stage, finally his favorite band came up to start. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get drunk and a tad vulnerable around his supervisor/new boyfriend.

"Hello, we are Bombarded Sex Fiends!" yelled the tomboy drummer as she tapped her drumsticks together. "One! Two! Three! Four . . . .!"

(Pwnage)

Ichigo frowned in his sleep when Shinji accidently whacked him in the face, the two friends were sleeping on the young designer's bed to sleep off the alcohol the following morning. Ichigo couldn't let him go home by himself, drunk as he was; there was a good chance that the blonde man would get into trouble with possible homophobes on the way. Because of that, Grimmjow nodded in agreement and went home.

Last night . . . .

"All right, then I'll go home, Ichigo," smirked Grimmjow as they stepped out of the bar. Shinji was too busy giggling and clinging onto Ichigo, who frowned at his friend's actions. "It's too hard for me to take you back home knowing that your friend's drunk as hell."

"Yeah, I know that," nodded Ichigo, ignoring passing stares on them as he forced Shinji onto his feet. "But can you go home by yourself? I mean, you had three beers."

"It's all right, my place is nearby, on the border of SoHo," he answered, nodding to the general direction.

"SoHo? With what money you're earning from?" Ichigo questioned in disbelief. Grimmjow chuckled as he patted him on the head.

"You'd be surprised what decent yet cheap apartments you can find . . . . I'll talk to you tomorrow, Ichigo," he smirked as he walked away.

Ichigo groaned slightly as he slowly woke up, he felt the dull pain on his cheek from Shinji's smack as he sat up. He frowned and stared down at him, Shinji seemingly smiled in his dream as he was hugging a pillow. He wasn't fazed by the fact he was pantsless, it was better than being spooned by him. "Damn, you shouldn't have drank so much . . . ." he grumbled before going to the small bathroom to shower. Knowing his friend, Ichigo would have to buy coffee to deal with the hangover.

"Shinji . . . .?" he called out when he was finally cleaned and he put on clean clothes. "Shinji, wake up . . . ." he muttered, patting him on the bare thigh. "Put your pants on, I'm going to the donut shop so you can get coffee."

"Nnnh, go away Mommy . . . . so what I'm dating Keoki?" Shinji muttered in his sleep, hugging the pillow.

"Gosh, you gotta stop watching that damn movie," frowned Ichigo. "Whatever . . . ." He decided to leave him alone, he already knew what he likes. He once worked in a coffee shop but was let go after only a month because he couldn't always remember the patrons' name when making the drinks. He then came back, juggling a small tray of iced coffee cups and a bag full of donuts and bagels, and Shinji was still sleeping. "Shinji . . . ." he frowned, placing the food on the small table and stood over the bed. "Shinji . . . . that hot guy with the angel wings came for you."

"Huh, what . . . .?" Shinji mumbled as he opened his eyes, only to groan when the sunlight hit his sight. "Aww, Ichi . . . . why'd you wake me up for?" he whined, burying his face through the pillow. "I was having a good dream, too . . . ."

"I brought something for your hangover, if you're well enough you can leave," he sighed as plopped onto the only chair, opening the bag to take out a cream cheese-filled bagel.

"Really . . . .? Thank you, Mommy," Shinji mumbled.

"You can thank me when you put your pants on," Ichigo smiled a little before munching on his meal. "It's after eleven, Grimmjow said that he's coming by to help me on my project later today. I don't want him seeing a pantsless guy walking around my apartment."

"Why? It's not like he hadn't seen something like this before," he grinned from the pillow, wiggling his boxer-clad bum in emphasis. Ichigo frowned and rolled his eyes at that. Grimmjow did not need to see that when he comes over . . . .

Later that day . . . .

Ichigo sighed deeply, Shinji finally had left him alone after taking his share of breakfast. But it wasn't about that, as he just found something in his messenger bag when taking out his supplies. It was a napkin but it had something scribbled on it, Ichigo looked closer at it before blinking in surprise. It was a phone number, and it was from Grimmjow. "How the hell did this get in here?" he muttered to himself. The blunet must had slipped it in when he was preoccupied last night. Maybe he was expecting him to call . . . .?

He shrugged, it was half past noon already. But what if Ichigo was wrong to call him this early for the first date? It doesn't hurt to try, he thought as he dialed the number on the napkin. He listened the first ring, then the second, but by the third ring he was finally answered with a soft grunt. "Hello . . . .?"

"Grimmjow . . . .?" muttered Ichigo.

"Oh, so you finally found the napkin, huh?" Grimmjow muttered with a smirk. "Thought you would already use it to wipe your ass or something . . . ."

"Shut up, I'm only calling to see if, well, we're still going on with the date," he frowned, picking at what's left of his vanilla-frosted donut.

"Yeah, of course . . . . but I think you're gonna like it anyway," smirked Grimmjow.

"And where's that?"

"It's no fun if I tell you . . . . I'll pick you up at around two, and as always bring your sketchbook." With that, he hung up. Ichigo blinked but frowned a little. But he was a little curious of where they were going.

(Pwnage)

Grimmjow smiled a little when Ichigo stared in disbelief at the grand white mansion-like building. ". . . . You gotta be kidding me right now," he gasped before turning to the blunet. "You're taking me here, Grimmjow . . . .?"

"Oh, so you do know about the Met, Ichigo," smirked Grimmjow as he walked ahead on the pyramid of stairs for the entrance.

"Ah, of course, we've been here twice on class trips," he answered and he caught up to him. "But why here? I thought you wanted to see me drunk off my ass or something."

"Nah, that can wait later," he smiled. "We're here so you can get inspired. Maybe by getting inspired, you can make sense of your game." Ichigo blinked but nodded, so far he wasn't getting anywhere and felt stuck in several places. It wasn't as crowded when they entered, though it was mostly full of tourists staring around in amazement. "Let's wander around until you see something, right?"

"I guess," shrugged Ichigo as they went for the left.

"So tell me, Ichigo . . . . when did you found out that you can draw?" he asked.

"I dunno, since I was a baby," Ichigo sighed. "My Mom said that I would just doodle every day, until I finally learned how to make people and stuff like that."

"Really? Do you remember the earliest shit you made?" smiled Grimmjow, by now they treaded up a set of marble staircase.

"Well, my parents still got that sloppy painting of a smiling sun," sighed the younger man. He had expected a laugh but Grimmjow simply smirked as he nodded.

"Who doesn't have that?" he said. "My parents are still holding out that old-ass drawing of a fat blue kitten."

"Heh, that sounds cute," smirked Ichigo.

"Shut up . . . ." They wandered through the Native American, African, then the Asian arts first, but when they reached the sections of medieval armors and weapons Ichigo paused to stare around. "See something you like, kid?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I think so," he nodded, without a minute to spar he took out his sketchbook to make a quick picture of swords and spears. Grimmjow smirked to himself, again he was being ignored but he didn't mind as Ichigo wandered to another section of armory. He followed after him as he then moved to another then another one. It wasn't unusual to see people walking around with their sketchbooks so the other patrons barely noticed Ichigo's concentration as he quickly sketched another weapon down.

"Hey, do they got Renaissance work somewhere?" he muttered as he glanced at Grimmjow, who smirked back.

"Tch, of course they do. This is the biggest fucking art museum in the city," he scoffed. A few people glanced at the blunet and simply frowned, the large rooms echoed significantly due to the high ceiling. "They got it somewhere, let's go." They just wandered around some more, neither of them didn't bother to grab the free map when they first entered. They did find sculptures from the preferred era but it was still based from Greco-Roman time, though Ichigo managed a few body sketches out of it.

"Hey, look at this," smiled Grimmjow, when they wandered into the Greek and Roman section. "Geez, they just loved to make naked people back then, huh?" he remarked, staring at the sculpture of a mostly nude male nearby.

"Ugh, that reminds of what Shinji told me one time," he frowned a little. "One time he discovered episodes on the History Channel about how cultures viewed sex in the past, and he became livid when they were talking about the Greco-Roman era."

"Really, like what?" inquired Grimmjow, and Ichigo rolled his eyes at the thought.

"That there were once an island . . . ." he muttered quietly, "that were rumored to have been occupied by lesbians." Grimmjow snorted but covered his mouth quickly to keep himself from laughing. "And the only reason he was mad because they didn't have 'gay islands' for hot guys to live on," he scoffed.

"Well, there's Fire Island," smirked the older blunet. "So there is such thing as a gay island, right?"

"Of course, he was being ridiculous as usual," Ichigo muttered as he shook his head.

"All right, let's go to the rest of the collection," he smiled as they walked past the statues. "Let's find those European shit . . . ."

"Okay."

(Pwnage)

It was utter chaos at Los Lobos when Ichigo came to work, the co-workers seemed to be in panic mode when they were rambling among themselves. He frowned, mentally he feared that it involved the game they were making but he was too weirded out by their freak-outs. "Chad . . . .? Chad, what's going on?" he frowned when he found his friend's cubicle, and the bigger man was just sitting there with his arms crossed.

"You haven't heard, Ichigo?" he questioned when he glanced up.

"Heard about what? Is it about the game?" frowned Ichigo, but his friend just shook his head.

"It's worse than that," he muttered. "Sony said that hackers infiltrated the Playstation Network and now nobody can get through their accounts." Ichigo's eyes widened in disbelief and felt his jaws dropped, that cannot be good.

". . . . You're lying, Chad," he gasped.

"I wish I was, now this whole place is freaking out," he sighed deeply. "This is really serious, considering that our game is being released for both consoles. You didn't know the news before coming here?"

"No . . . . I was out for the day yesterday," he muttered as he shook his head. "So now what?"

"We have to see what Starrk'd say about this," he muttered quietly. Ichigo nodded a little, scratching through his hair. It was truly serious, and many game companies were possbly hurting by this news including here.

"Hey! Hey! All of you, calm the fuck down!" Ichigo flinched at the booming yell and glanced up, Grimmjow certainly looked downright pissed as he stepped out of the elevator. He must have found out about the news as well since he was the lead designer. "I know! I know that the Network's fucked up but it doesn't mean that you should lose your heads over it!" he growled as he glared around. "Starrk just informed me that we must continue with the game, regardless of the news! Either you calm the fuck down and continue to work, or I'll kick your asses straight into fucking space! Is! That! Clear!"

The co-workers froze from his ranting before rushing back to their desks, standing clear of the angry aura wafting from the blunet. Grimmjow exhaled deeply as he stomped past the cubicles, his glare met Ichigo's concern eyes and frowned deeply. "You. Sit down and get to work," he ordered. "You're working on the last levels like last time. I let you off easily before but if I found out that there's bugs and other shit again, your ass is mine. Got that?"

"Yeah . . . . I mean, yes sir," Ichigo frowned, moving for his desk. Grimmjow placed the same red-black flash drive, along with a small piece of note, on the desk.

"Don't let me down, rookie," Grimmjow muttered before going to his office. Ichigo nodded and brush aside the drive to pick up the note and open it.

'Next time, let's go somewhere where we could get shit-faced drunk.'

He frowned and gave a scolding look at the partially closed door, before sitting down. "Tch, let's try this again . . . ." he sighed, starting up the computer.

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". . . . And he never saw that crazy bitch again!" Ta-dah! I can't remember the last time I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, probably during my second year of high school, so I don't know the exact detail of that place. On the other note, I love watching 'Scott Pilgrim', it's so silly!

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