All of his wet dreams and fantasies where nearly real.
But Ichigo was taken and Grimmjow could do nothing about it.
But that made him want Ichigo even more.
Ichigo yawned and fluttered his eye lids.
He'd just got off the phone to his goat faced Father, who didn't seem too bothered that his son was staying out on a school night, which surprised him.
His crazy Father always wanted them home at seven o'clock max. Though, that was when he was fourteen.
Fourteen and stupid.
Ichigo rubbed his face and looked to Grimmjow, who was barely keeping his eyes open, as he watched another episode of Spartacus: Blood and Sand.
Ichigo couldn't be bothered watching the poorly made show. He'd rather watch Archer or something more humorous, then sweaty, muscular men battling to the death.
Ichigo peeked another look at Grimmjow. He was now curled up, like a feline, snoring softly to himself.
Ichigo couldn't help but snigger. Grimmjow was more animalistic then human. Like a panther or one of them big cats. But with ridiculous blue hair. He couldn't imagine a panther with cyan coloured fur.. Ichigo scanned Grimmjow's curled up naked torso.
Was that a tattoo?
Ichigo slowly got up and took small steps towards the sleeping blue head, almost cartoonishly, if that was even a word.
There it was.
A large gothic like '6'.
What on earth made Grimmjow get such a tattoo?
Did it have a meaning of some sorts?
Was it his favorite number?
Ichigo rolled his eyes. He didn't like the way he was thinking.. as if they where an 'item' or something.
Ichigo went to go and sit back down when a hand flew out of no where and grabbed his wrist.
Ichigo nearly shat out a brick.
"Ya pervin' on me Kurosaki?" Grimmjow's voice pierced the silence, with a cocky grin.
Ichigo couldn't have gone anymore red.
"W-W-What! as if! I was going to tell you to put a shirt on because n-no one wants to see that!" Ichigo stammered, pointing to the Adonis like torso Grimmjow had on show.
Grimmjow felt a small jab into his chest.
Ichigo didn't like them?
The hard hours of labor put into them, that women want to run their hands over, Ichigo was the only person to say it.
Grimmjow felt his ego start to crack.
These bad boys got him laid! Women tripped over their own feet to touch and feel them! Men turned gay for these!
Grimmjow inwardly whined, as he felt his soul weep. He was about to grab Ichigo and make him rub his hand down it, heck, even his face.
Standing up, then did a bee line straight to his room, saying nothing else to the staring berry.
Ichigo watched Grimmjow was he walked past, muttering like a madman. The only words Ichigo heard where; "My beautiful abs..", "Women fall to their knees for it.."
Ichigo really wondered what was going through his head.
Ichigo looked up to the clock and sighed. It had been half an hour since Grimmjow went into his room, muttering like a crazy who just got let out of the loony bin.
Ichigo was guest and Grimmjow wasn't exactly treating him like one.
Ichigo got up and trudged down the dimly lighted hallway. He wouldn't be surprised if a spider or cockroach scattered past, because it looked as if it was abandoned. Ichigo looked at the two doors facing each other from across the wooden hall.
Which one was his room?
Ichigo breathed out and reached out for one of the door handles.
Here goes nothing.
He twisted it and looked into the dark room, clattered with beer bottles and music albums.
Grimmjow's room was nothing like he expected.
From all he could see, he had a desk, which was filled with bottles and sheets of paper. Ichigo thought he saw a lamp, but it was just a tequila bottle.
Ichigo looked around, to find book shelves filled with books and magazines.
Ichigo didn't really want to know what kind of magazines they where.
He looked over to the lump of sheets on the bed
Was that Grimmjow or just his washed clothes stacked up?
Ichigo looked closer and took another step.
Well, washing doesn't have feet.. or snore.
Ichigo walked closer, with precaution. He didn't want to wake up Grimmjow, but he was awfully tired. Maybe Ichigo could just slip into Grimmjow's bed, without waking him. Though, there was one problem. He didn't know if Grimmjow was a light sleeper or not, which really set off alarms in Ichigos head.
What if Grimmjow thought he was an intruder and gave him a knock around the head?
Though Grimmjow looked like he could sleep through an earthquake.
Ichigo gulped. He'd have to risk it. Putting one foot onto Grimmjow's bed, Ichigo felt around. It wasn't squeaky or creaky, so that was a good sign.
Ichigo slowly lifted himself up and got down on his knees.
Comfy.
Ichigo was expecting springs to be hanging out of the bed, just like the couch, which made your ass hurt. Like the fuckin' school chairs.
He started to crawl, then laid down, propping up the spare pillow and laid his orange head to rest. Feeling fatigue pulling his eyelids down, he succumbed to sleep.
Grimmjow felt something move. As if something was on his bed, Grimmjow rolled not even an inch, to find something on his bed. It wasn't his clothes.. this was warm and moving. Grimmjow opened an eye and saw a crumpled up school uniform, clinging to something.. Grimmjow looked up and saw bright orange hair.
He was sleeping so close to the Berry.
Grimmjow smirked softly and slipped his arm around Ichigo's waist and brought him closer, Ichigo was like a long, moody heat pack. Grimmjow felt like an ice cube compared to Ichigo's heat radiated from his skin.
Grimmjow closed his eye again, moving his face and leaning it on the Berry's neck. He could smell strawberries and spice, which reflected his personality.
Sweet to look at, but will give you the shits.
Grimmjow smirked and slipped into a deep slumber.
This was better then sleeping next to a loose girl or crack whore.
A/N: Hello, Hello! I'm back!
Well I didn't go anywhere.. But I have to say, if you're a pirate of the internet or the high seas, listen to Alestorm! I highly recommend it.
Oh, what would I know, they say.
Anywhore, sorry about the wait, and I love you people, you and your reviews make me happy!
Seeya next chapter,
Tigglywiggly =^.^=