Ichigo let the towel fall around his face as he; himself fell onto the towel next to Orihime. He knew her quizzical eyes were boring holes into him. He could feel them resting on the towel, the added weight of such curiosity almost unbearable.
The two sat in silence, contemplating where to start.
Ichigo sighed, running slender fingers over his downcast eyes. He knew he couldn't tell her the whole truth, just in case she was put in danger by such information. He could only hope she would accept the explanation he offered.
He flinched as a small hand touched his leg.
Looking down he was met with large brown eyes, identical to Orihime's. The small boys face was creased in worry as he gazed up at Ichigo's tired and confused expression.
Not exactly sure what to do with such attention, Ichigo crossed his legs, keeping them out of reach of the small child. He had no idea how to deal with children and he didn't particularly want to start. He'd fucked up his own life; he certainly didn't want to fuck up someone else's.
"Ichigo…" Orihime giggled, noticing his utter confusion and anxiety at Rin's attention. "He's just a child, you know. Not a bomb."
Ichigo scowled at her, glancing at Rin now playing in the sand.
"So?" Orihime pressed, ignoring the scowl thrown her way. She knew it was a coping mechanism for Ichigo. She'd seen it too many times to count when she had fixed him up.
"Look, I can't tell you the whole story, I just can't. Ok?" Ichigo flicked the towel from his head, it falling across his slim shoulders. Locking eyes with Orihime, he tried to gage her reaction.
At the severe look in Ichigo's eyes Orihime fully believed that he would tell her only what needed to be known.
"Oh Ichigo, what have you gotten yourself into now?" The question was more rhetorical than anything else but she heard Ichigo's soft whisper never-the-less, "I'm not even completely sure."
Sighing she gazed out across the horizon, watching her husband and friends swim happily in the ocean. Why did trouble always find this boy like a disease? She thought stretching in her chair, placing a hand on her large belly and giving it a soft rub. You are one lucky little girl, she thought rubbing her stomach.
"So what can you tell me?" she asked looking down at Ichigo.
Leaning back on his hands, his head lulled backwards, inspecting the umbrella that shaded them from the intensity of the sun's biting rays.
"I got involved with some people," Ichigo started, clearing his throat, "They got me a position at the school where I teach. They wanted me to get some information."
"But you're not a teacher, are you?" Orihime was pretty certain that when she had first met Ichigo he had completely dropped school and was living on the streets.
Ichigo scrunched up his nose in annoyance. It was questions like these that were hard to dodge.
"Not really, but it's a part of my job. I can't really say more than that. Except my alias is Ichigo Kawasaki, so don't go using Kurosaki."
"Ichigo! Why have you gotten yourself involved in such rubbish?" She was frustrated and a tad angry at the younger man. He seemed to find trouble!
"I had to!" Ichigo snapped. He didn't like arguing with Orihime, she had always treated him with nothing but kindness, but he felt an intense wave of guilt wash over him when she scolded him. Almost as if he had disappointed her. He should have known though, he disappointed everyone around him. He should have been used to it by now.
"Look," Orihime sighed calmly, "I know. I have no idea what or how you've been living, so I shouldn't judge… I'm just worried for you sweetie."
Ichigo felt as if he'd been slapped.
"Y-your worried about m-me?" he sputtered, shock evident upon his features.
"Of course I am! I've worried about you since the day we met!" she playfully shoved his arm.
Ichigo sat in contemplation as the truth of her words flowed over him like a soft breeze. So there was someone out there who still cared, he thought with a chuckle. He thought he'd been left long ago, only to be found by Grimmjow.
Grimmjow… Gazing at the water he saw the blue head bob up and down in the motion of the waves. Things certainly had changed since he had met Grimmjow, for better and for worse.
"So does he have anything to do with this thing you're involved in?"
Snapping his attention back to Orihime, pink blossoming across his cheeks, he realised he had be caught staring.
"Maybe a little," he muttered, averting his gaze from her humoured expression.
"You like him!" she laughed.
"I do not! He's a friend! Nothing else," Ichigo crossed his arms in defiance, catching the attention of Rin sitting in the sand.
They looked at each other briefly, before Ichigo nervously broke eye contact.
"Tell 'im to stop staring at me!"
"He's a child!" She laughed, tears in her eyes, "you are terrified of a child!"
"Oh my god, I don't even know why I try," Ichigo huffed, sick of being Orihime's amusement.
Orihime wiped the tears from her eyes. She still had many questions for the man she had met briefly throughout the years, but she knew he wouldn't tell her much else. She was surprised he had told her that much. That boy was like a vault, he kept anything and everything close away from everyone. She just hoped he hadn't gotten too caught up in whatever was going on. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve anything he had gone through, no one did.
Most would be broken and beyond repair by now, but Ichigo, he was holding on in his own strange way. She only had an inkling of what may have occurred at one point in his life, which meant he had probably suffered more than any one person could handle. But he was strong; he had to be, to be able to function like a normal person. She could only hope that he was able to make friends and stay as he was now.
"I won't ask any more questions and I won't tell anyone," she looked down at Ichigo who wore a blank expression, "Your secret is safe with me."
"Bit cliché isn't it?" He sniffed, looking away, slightly touched that someone would so willingly trust such an obviously dodgy guy.
Orihime hissed in pain as she shifted it her chair, snapping Ichigo to attention immediately.
"You ok?" he asked worriedly, moving closer.
"Yeah, I'm fine, she's just really feisty! She kicks like a demon," she laughed rubbing her belly.
Ichigo sat shocked as Orihime spoke lovingly to her stomach. He wasn't too sure how to take the whole situation. If anything he found it a little awkward, he'd never been a kid person… He'd known from a young age he never wanted kids, especially with his fucked up history.
Before he had time to realise, Orihime's small hand was wrapped around his wrist, placing his palm across her stomach.
He quickly went to withdraw his hand, feeling completely out of his depth, when he felt something nudge his hand. Stopping he rested his palm on the area, waiting.
This time his hand was pushed more forcefully.
Amazed, he couldn't keep the chuckle from escaping, immediately embarrassed at himself.
Orihime laughed as she watched Ichigo pull away and survey her stomach like it were some sort of alien.
"That's really creepy, you know that?"
"A bit, but it's all worth it in the end, isn't it Rin?"
The small boy jumped to his feet and waddled toward Orihime, laying his head on her stomach.
"Yup! Me and Hana are going to play lots," he smiled. He couldn't wait; he wanted to show his little sister all the cool things he could do.
"Haha, I don't think Hana is going to be up to playing for a while," Orihime laughed, picking up the boy cuddling him closely.
"Hana's a nice name," Ichigo commented, lying forward on his stomach to watch the ocean.
"Ulquiorra chose it because he had a dream about her running around a cherry blossom tree. He's been calling her Hana ever since then. He's a big softie," she giggled remembering all the times he had knelt in front of her to chat with Hana. He told her of how he had met Orihime and how much he loved both his girls. Despite his cold exterior he was extremely loving and caring when his family was involved. It was a feature she had fallen for quite quickly.
Ichigo looked down the beach as Orihime played with Rin. The sun had risen further into the sky, making the day slightly warmer than what it had been earlier, enough to have a few beach goers stripping down and making their way to the water.
Ichigo looked out into the ocean, watching as Grimmjow waded through the onslaught of waves that attacked his legs. His skin shone in the sun, his tanned godliness on show for everyone. Ichigo couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing that Grimmjow would enjoy the attention.
And damn it! Ichigo was giving him that attention too. He couldn't pull his eyes away from his chiselled form. His wide chest muscular from days of training, torso so defined, it looked like something from a CGI film. His wet shorts riding low on his sculptured hips, a defined V was leading to, what Ichigo knew, as a very well developed length that could make anyone weak at the knees. His wet shorts were glued to his skin, enhancing this fact, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Ichigo couldn't help but lick his lips as his eyes roamed over the glistening body making its way out of the water, his eyes finally falling upon Grimmjow's face. His chiselled jaw enhancing his masculine beauty, blue hair slicked back, a few strands falling free, cyan eyes noticeable from where Ichigo lay.
Ichigo gulped as he felt a familiar pressure build in his pants.
Shit…Ichigo swore internally, realising he had a raging hard on for a guy at the beach. Think about dead kittens or something, he whispered in his mind. Screwing his eyes closed in an attempt to cool the blood pooling low in his groin, he cursed Grimmjow for being so attractive.
Ichigo swore, his thoughts of dead kittens were quickly replaced by Grimmjow wearing cat ears. It was obvious his trying to focus was not going to work.
Annoyed he opened his eyes to find Grimmjow, scouring the beach in an attempt to locate where the bluenette had gone.
Scowling he noticed Grimmjow hidden behind three busty beauties. Ichigo couldn't help but cringe as the three women crowded around Grimmjow, chatting enthusiastically. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow laughed along with them, his enjoyment at the attention too apparent.
One of the women flirtatiously ran a hand along his arm, whilst the other two puffed out their chests like a couple of toads.
"Fuck face," Ichigo muttered turning his head away from the egotistical bastard.
"Sorry?" Orihime questioned, not quite catching what Ichigo had muttered.
Orihime being aptly ignored by an annoyed Ichigo, looked to the beach, finding Grimmjow draped in women. She couldn't keep the smile from her lips as she realised the cause for his current mood.
Ichigo sighed. It was safe to say he no longer had a boner for the arrogant douche bag in front of him. He was pissed. Pissed at everything, but mostly pissed at himself. Why should he care? He wondered sitting up in exasperation. He could get any woman he liked too.
"Ichigo, could you watch Rin while I go to the shops to get some lunch?"
"Huh? What?" Ichigo was pulled from annoyed mode and flung into anxiety mode.
Orihime got up and gathered her things, "You'll be fine, just keep an eye on him."
"What! N-no! Don't leave me with it!" Ichigo scrambled to his feet, glowering down at the little boy who was looking at him in curiosity.
"You'll be fine! Don't let him get sunburnt!" she waved away Ichigo's worries, disappearing into a throng of people as she reached the sidewalk.
"Fuck," Ichigo hissed, falling to the ground, head hung low.
"Fuck?" The boy asked with a small giggle. He had moved to sit closer to Ichigo on the towel, curious about his hair colour and language.
Ichigo's eyes bulged as Rin giggled.
"No, no, no. That's a bad word! Your mum is going to kill me!" Frustrated Ichigo couldn't believe he was stuck with a toddler at the beach, him of all people and now he'd just taught the kid his first swear word. It was clear he was not cut out for dealing with children.
The two sat side by side in silence, Ichigo watching Grimmjow, Rin occasionally giving Ichigo side long glances.
"S-so why do you 'ave okaasan's hair?" Rin placed a chubby finger in his mouth, not sure how to take the large orange headed man.
"Huh? Oh, I suppose it's similar," Ichigo looked at a strand of hair hanging in his face, "lucky, I guess?"
"Not fair, I want okaasan's hair," pouted the boy, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Don't worry, having orange hair is too much trouble anyway," Ichigo could remember the taunting like it was yesterday. Kids were cruel, but they soon learnt Ichigo was crueller. He'd sent some kid to the hospital after breaking his nose, due to him sticking a 'gingers have no soul' sticker on his notebook.
The two sat there quietly, Ichigo not sure what to do with the small kid that had seemingly attached itself to him.
Hesitantly, Rin reached out to touch Ichigo's leg, smiling when his little hand met soft skin.
Ichigo nearly jumped out of his skin as Rin touched his leg. Looking down at his smiling face, he couldn't bring himself to remove the chubby hand, in case he would make him sad.
"You seem nice," he patted Ichigo's leg, triumphantly. He'd made a new friend.
Ichigo couldn't help but laugh, startling the boy. He was anything but nice, but the comment was enjoyable never the less.
"Ichi… Can we go get ice-c-cream?"
"Um," Ichigo looked around. Grimmjow was still crowded by women, the others in the ocean. "I don't know…"
"Pwease?" Rin coaxed, eyes large with anticipation.
Ichigo looked down at the raven hair child. He couldn't deny the kid some ice-cream.
"Oh fine!" he huffed, suppressing the realisation that he and his mother had done something similar the day she died.
The squeal of delight from Rin almost pierced his ear drums as the boy jumped up and down.
Standing, Ichigo grabbed some shoes and his wallet. Rin on the other hand jumped up and down, his hat lopsided.
"Oi, stand still, your mum would kill me if you got sunburnt," Ichigo bent down and adjusted the boy's hat, smiling at the mischievous grin on the kids face. "Alright, let's roll kid."
Grabbing Ichigo's hand without hesitation, Rin dragged Ichigo across the sand in the direction of the convenience store. He loved ice-cream and he thought Ichigo was pretty cool, despite being a little shy.
As they jumped onto the side-walk, Rin started bouncing from foot to foot, hissing as the hot pavement scorched his small feet.
Sighing Ichigo scooped the small boy into his arms, completely surprised at his actions.
"Wow! You're so tall!" the boy laughed, enjoying the view from Ichigo's height.
"Don't worry, you'll get tall too."
"I better!" He smiled, showing his few teeth.
Shaking his head Ichigo and Rin crossed the road, Ichigo not completely sure how the kid had gotten him under his thumb without his knowledge. Things had escalated quickly due to the kid's sweet talk.
Ichigo and Rin exited the small convenience store, both enjoying a chocolate ice-cream. The two of them had rummaged through the array of ice-cream to find their favourite, discovering they both liked the same one, much to Rin's delight.
Ichigo had almost had an anxiety attack as he'd walked to the counter, the little boy in tow. He'd unconsciously worried excessively about Rin, drawing him close as he walked to the register, protecting him.
As he walked through the store, flashes of his mother had surfaced his breathing hitching harshly at the memories.
Breathing deeply he quickly paid the cashier, scooped up Rin and rushed from the store. Despite his increased heart rate and the sheen of sweat that broke out across his forehead, he'd made it out of the store in one piece. The little boy was none the wiser.
"Thanks for the ice-cream Ichi," Rin patted Ichigo's face, his sticky little hand leaving chocolate on his cheek.
"No probs kid, just don't touch me with those sticky mitts," Ichigo licked his ice-cream, checking the road before crossing.
Giggling Rin patted his face again, smearing more chocolate onto his cheek.
"Why you little!" Without thinking Ichigo bent down and bit the top off of Rin's ice-cream, much to the horror of the small child.
"I take it back! You're evil!" cried the boy looking at his ice-cream. Ichigo couldn't help but chuckle.
"Give me yours!"
" What? No, you have your own."
"But you ate some of mine! It's only fair if I get to eat yours too!" Rin lunged for Ichigo's ice-cream, saddened when Ichigo moved it out of his reach.
Laughing, the two fought over their ice-creams as they made their way back toward the umbrella. However, their moment was interrupted when two women approached them, cooing in adoration of Rin.
Rin looked between the two women, both of whom were wearing very little and were extremely interested in his chubby cheeks. Pulling away he wrapped an arm around Ichigo's neck, the other hand holding a quickly melting ice-cream.
"Oh he's so cute!" one of the women commented, moving closer.
"Oh look he has your eyes!" the other cried, pointing to Ichigo.
"Huh? Ah no, he isn't mine," Ichigo couldn't really see any resemblance with him and the kid at all, but women would latch onto anything.
"Really!? He just seems to have your eyes! What's his name?"
"Rin. I'm taking care of him until his mother gets back."
"Oh aren't you nice! I love a man who can handle kids without freaking out! They're so hard to find!"
Ichigo couldn't help but snicker. He was one of those men that freak out, if not more.
He couldn't help but notice one of the women moving closer to him, resting her ample breasts on his arm to gaze at Rin.
"Aw so adorable!" she cooed, touching Rin's nose.
"So," she looked at Ichigo, long black hair catching in the breeze, "are you free then?"
Ichigo snickered. If only Grimmjow could see him now. He wasn't the only one who could attract woman at the beach.
"I might be…" He teased, lifting Rin up further.
The girls giggled in delight.
"Good… Here's my number," said the one touching him. She grabbed a piece of paper and slipped it into the front of his shorts.
Looking down at the woman, he briefly wondered where she'd pulled the piece of paper from, when he was suddenly yanked backwards, the woman's hand slipping from his shorts.
Grimmjow was captured between three women. Things could be worse, he thought as he scratched his head, looking down at the three. They were all very attractive, yet not his cup of tea. They were missing a few key elements to get him interested, for example a dick.
One of the women touched his arm, making him slightly uncomfortable at the contact, but laughed along anyway. He'd wanted to get back to Ichigo for ten minutes now, the women prattling on about their jobs, body size and money. Useless.
As the women continued spewing mindless dribble at him, he looked up the beach to notice Ichigo had disappeared. Curious as to where he had gone he excused himself from the three women, much to their disappointment.
"CALL ME!" one of them screamed in almost sheer desperation.
Grimmjow almost gagged at the thought of touching a woman intimately… especially someone as clingy as those crazy mother fuckers. They'd rounded him up as he was heading to Ichigo. He'd tried desperately to step around them multiple times, but was quickly captured again and again. There was no stopping some women and these women fell into the crazy bitch category.
Sighing he looked around. There was no one in sight, their umbrella and bags set up where they had left them. Even the kid was gone.
Plonking himself onto a towel he rummaged through his bag to find his cell. Flipping it open he quickly dialled Ichigo, only to be disappointed moments later as he heard the cry of Ichigo's phone hidden under the bag.
Frustrated he scanned the beach. He wasn't too worried about where he had gone; he was just curious as to where and with whom. Perhaps he'd gone with Orihime, wherever that was.
Brilliant orange locks suddenly grabbed his attention, almost laughing at the sight in front of him. Ichigo was walking across the road, Rin cradled in his arms, both boys licking a chocolate ice-cream.
He could hear Rin's squeal as Ichigo took a bite out of his ice-cream. Now Grimmjow really couldn't help but laughed as the kid looked up at Ichigo, appalled.
He'd never pegged Ichigo as someone who would deal well with kids, but the two seemed to getting along like wildfire. Perhaps teaching wasn't such a bad profession for him anyway, even though all Ichigo seemed to do was complain about the kids from the moment he stepped in the door. Something about them being mindless, drooling vessel, too self absorbed in their own pointless shit to care about anyone or anything around them. They'd obviously made a big impression.
But as Grimmjow watched Ichigo fight with Rin, he couldn't help but notice the genuine smile that seemed to creep onto his handsome features, surprising him slightly. Ichigo may come across as a hard ass but on some level Grimmjow was starting to realise he was very caring on the inside. It almost showed a small, very minute, flash of the small boy he had once known, giving Grimmjow a small glimmer of hope that he could renew his old friend.
Grimmjow's smile slowly slipped from his features as two women approached Ichigo and began playing with Rin.
Grimmjow could feel something twist inside his gut, a ball of anger and fury. Snarling loudly he threw down his phone and made his way to the two women who were getting closer and closer to his Ichigo.
It almost made him sick when one of the women pressed her breasts against his arm. Panic setting in, he sped up his pace.
Unlike him, who had been completely disinterested in women from a young age, Ichigo played in both fields and he did it well too. Not only did he have to worry about men catching his attention he had the added worry of some sexy ass woman catching his attention too. Grimmjow had thought he might have been safe since he knew they had great sexual chemistry and he was very attractive himself, but… obviously not.
A low growl reverberated in his chest as he moved closer.
"So, are you free then?" one of the women cooed. Bile rose in Grimmjow's throat as he heard Ichigo's answer. Beyond angry may be an understatement. He had the fury of a thousand suns burning in his gut. It was only amplified tenfold as the woman stuck her number down his shorts, her hand going a little too deep, for a little too long.
Thankfully he'd reached Ichigo by that point.
Grabbing his shoulder he wrenched Ichigo away from the startled women, "Fuck off, you whores, he's mine!" Without another word he dragged Ichigo away from the two mortified women.
"What the fuck was that for!?" Ichigo spat as they walked toward the umbrella.
"Don't even get me started," Grimmjow hissed.
"Fuck?" Rin looked between the startled men, glad that he hadn't been forgotten.
"Shit!" Grimmjow cursed.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo pulled his hand free from Grimmjow's vice like grip. They'd reached the umbrella by now, Ichigo placing Rin on the towels as he happily finished his ice-cream.
"I got lunch you guys!" Orihime waddled up to them carrying a plastic bag. She could feel the tension bubbling between them.
"Sorry, I'm going to borrow this one," Grimmjow muttered, grabbing Ichigo and dragging him toward the road, away from where people could hear.
"Jesus fucking Christ, let go of my fucking arm or I'll break ya wrist!" Ichigo pulled his hand away forcefully, releasing it once more from Grimmjow's powerful, dominant grip.
"Stop whining like a little bitch. What the fuck was that?"
"Oh get over yourself you fag. It was just some women chattin' me up. Nothing you weren't doing!" Ichigo could see the anger bubbling behind cyan eyes. He was pushing Grimmjow and he knew it, but he wanted to. On some sick level he wanted to see the man explode, he just wasn't completely sure why.
"I didn't want that attention; they just came up to me!"
"Well fuck you, those girls just came up to me too!"
"She had her hand down your pants!"
"So? You don't own me; I can do whatever the fuck I like!"
"You're such a little slut you know that!?" Grimmjow's vision was unfocused. He knew he was in the realm of anger, soon to fall into a demonic rage and Ichigo wasn't helping that fact one bit. Ichigo had always been the only one to illicit such anger and fury from him and he was starting to realise why they had fought so much as children. He just couldn't understand why he had to fall head over heels for the guy.
"OH FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Ichigo's fist connected with Grimmjow's jaw, feeling the satisfying thud as his fist connected with flesh.
Panting heavily Ichigo watched as Grimmjow brought his eyes to lock with his, cyan turning icy with anger.
Grimmjow's jaw throbbed, his neck aching from the whiplash it received from one of Ichigo's punches.
Breathing deeply, he curled and uncurled his fists. He wanted nothing more than to pound the shit out of the arrogant little asshole, but his stupid love for the fucker kept him from slamming his fist into his nose.
Grimmjow swallowed, fury pulsating through his veins like wildfire.
"You know what? Go fuck whatever you want. No one's gonna want a piece of damaged shit like you anyway," Grimmjow spat the words at Ichigo, not completely coherent, his mind filled with undulating anger.
Ichigo faltered a small crack in his scowl almost too apparent to Grimmjow. Suddenly, Grimmjow realises what he said, his anger having gotten the better of him.
Turning on his heel, Grimmjow walked away from the orange haired man, trying to get some distance, in order to clear his head.
He hadn't meant want he said, he instantly regretted the words that had slipped past his lips. But the man just drove him to breaking point sometimes. He loved him so completely, yet was able to also hate him so completely.
He shook his head. He was so messed up.
Walking across the road he realised the trip home was going to be beyond awkward, not to mention having to sleep in the same room. He could only hope Nnoitra had hauled his ass out of the guest room, the fucker like to stay for days at a time. But that seemed to be the least of his worries. His number one priority was how he was going to say sorry. He hated saying sorry, but this situation certainly called for an apology… From both sides.
"Grimmjow!"
Scowling Grimmjow turned slightly to see Ichigo running toward him, his face contorted in anxiety.
"Grimmjow!"
"What?" It was then that he heard the rev of an engine, a sleek black car speeding toward him.
In that moment he felt like the world had slowed down to almost a halt. There was no way for him to dodge the vehicle that sped toward him.
He felt himself being slammed from the side, his body flying across the road; his shoulder hitting the pavement hard.
Wincing in pain he opened his eyes to see the vehicle speed away.
Cursing loudly he heard people screaming.
Lifting his head, positive he was going to find his body mangled and broken, he was surprised to find himself in one piece. Lifting himself up from the ground he looked around. His shoulder was searing in agony, he could feel the blood trickling down his arm and onto the pavement.
He had been certain he was hit by the van, remembering something slamming into him from the side… which didn't make sense because the car was coming at him head on.
Realisation started to slowly sink in, like water on a dry towel. Alarm bells rang throughout his head, the chilly realisation, dulling the pain in his shoulder, dread and anxiety dripping into his heart like poison.
Glancing to his left, his fears reaffirmed as he saw Ichigo lie motionless on the ground next to him, blood making its way across his features in a web of red heat.
"Ichigo?" Grimmjow murmured dragging himself toward the unconscious male.
"Ichigo? Wake up…"
Cliff-hanger! How fun is a cliff-hanger? I enjoy them. Though, I am sorry because I hate it when I'm reading, but it's fun as a writer! Anyway I'm glad you enjoyed last chapter, it's nice to know you seem to like my characters. Thanks for the reviews my sexy minions (sorry I don't know where that came from… It's a bit late here so I'm gonna blame it on the lack of sleep). But you are all sexy minions for reading my story.
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