I got the feeling that it'll end soon . . . .
Game Over by Boogermeister
Chapter 26- Elite Title
"Grimmjow . . . ." Grimmjow glanced up from his desk to see Renji peeking through the opened door. "Got a minute or two?" he frowned lightly as he stepped in.
"Sure . . . ." nodded Grimmjow, and the programmer closed the door and stepped closer to the desk.
"Listen, I'm sorry for acting weird these past couple of days . . . . but, I didn't mean for it to happen between you and Ichigo, man," he sighed with a frown. "It wasn't like I was against what you do, but it was just a shock since you guys don't look like, well . . . ."
"You think we should dress around in pink and glitter to be noticed like that?" he cracked a light smile, and Renji just shook his head to hide his own smile. "Well, look at where we are, Renji . . . . I know that this is a man's world, but it's not a man-on-man's world. It'd be too hard to work in a gaming industry with people knowing our sexualities, and there's a chance that nobody would be comfortable around us."
"So, from what Shhu had told me, is that why you guys broke up?" he frowned lightly.
". . . . Well, yeah. If anybody else knew, then there would've been a good chance that our jobs would be in jeopardy," he shrugged. "It was either getting fired or breaking up."
"But . . . . looks like Ichigo's taking it worse than you," Renji sighed, nodding his head at the closed door. "He hadn't been to work all day today."
"I know . . . ." Grimmjow frowned sadly. "I had a feeling about that, and I've been calling him since yesterday. I'm not sure what's going on with him . . . ."
"Yeah, if I knew that would happen then I wouldn't have acted so shitty this past week," he apologized but Grimmjow shook his head, cracking the stiff muscles and bones in his neck.
"It would've happened eventually anyway," he frowned. "But it didn't have to happen that way, though."
"Yeah . . . . so, does Nel play on the other side of the fence, Grimmjow?" Renji asked right out of the blue.
"Huh, what's that about?" he frowned.
"Just asking, because that's probably the reason why she doesn't wanna go out with me," he shrugged.
"No, she's straight, she just doesn't wanna go out with you specifically," he replied.
"Oh . . . ." he frowned. "So anyway, Shuu also told me that . . . . Ichigo had a game idea that he wanted to bring forward for the meeting?"
"Oh, that . . . . so Nel's not the only one who heard about it," he concluded. Renji smirked lightly and shrugged his shoulders.
"You can tell me, dude, what's this game that he wanted to show us?"
(Pwnage)
"Why? Why . . . .? Why must you be controlled by that thing? Why should we be under his orders . . . .?" snarled Illedeum, his powers all but diminished as he laid dying on the smoldering ground and glared at Cael. The half-cursed warrior Angel, who was soon accompanied by other higher-ranking betherens, glared back at the pitiful sight of his enemy. The once-powerful Seraph was now pathetic with his wings ripped apart and his demonic face peeled off to reveal the once ethereal appearance, and his long chestnut hair was chopped off into shreds.
"You're talking about the King . . . .? You've seen him, as well, considering your former rank," stated the blonde male.
"Then why must we continue to serve for him? We cannot have someone like him controlled us . . . .!" Illudeum gritted agrily, though his body was slowly disintegrating into white-gold dust. Even as a betrayer, he was dying as an angel regardless.
"If the King weren't to exist, not only will the heavenly realm torn asunder, but so will the living realm and the underworld," explained the Angel. "All three worlds cannot endure without one another, Illedeum . . . . even if you had won, even you will cease in existence." Illedeum snarled before glaring back at Cael, who was battered and bloodied from the final battle but was still standing determinedly, before reluctantly bowing his head in deafeat.
". . . . I won't be the first nor the last to take over the realms," he growled, by now his decomposition was reaching to his chest. "It won't be long until the King will fall . . . . mark my words . . . ."
"Then I'll be here to stop those who dare to kill the King," muttered Cael. "I don't even care if it's the Prince himself . . . . but I'll stop them . . . ." The lavender eyes stared with hardened gaze at the golden ones before he finally vanished, the dust-like remains of his body swept up into the wind. Cael inhaled deeply, as the dark sky broke a sliver of warm light through the air. It wasn't long until more of the light was breaking through the clouds.
The warrior Angel glanced around, the living world was torn, broken, many innocent people had died from the diasters but other than that . . . . it was still here. The humankind will not be dismissed as the deceased's souls will be ascended to the higher world. "Cael . . . ." he turned to face the other Seraphs. "We are forever in your debt. The worlds would never be the same without you, and it will take time for the civilization to rebuild itself. But regardless . . . . your noble actions will not be forgotten."
". . . . I've done what was right, despite of my permanent condition," he muttered quietly, the blackened feathers of his wings quivered slightly at the thought as he glanced down at the dark markings on his torso. "Even with what I've done . . . . I doubt that I can return to the heavenly realm."
"No . . . . the King had already knew of your condition, that's why he knew that you have the power to defeat Illedeum," nodded the blonde. "You can return back to the heavenly realm whenever you want to . . . . it's your choice, Cael Percutior." Cael breathed deeply at the consideration but shook his head.
"Not yet . . . . the living realm is fragile because of the battles, and I cannot leave it as that," he replied. He reached up to remove the wrap around his face, slowly revealing the determined expression on his face. "Until this world and mankind is back on its feet, I'll will protect it no matter what. Simple as that . . . ."
Ichigo stared wide-eyed at the ceiling a second after waking up . . . . and a second later, he was off the bed and reached for his sketchbook on the table. What was that about . . . .? It was his character finally defeating the final boss, and the event soon after. It was just dawn, the golden light of the sun was peeking through the windows, it was enough for Ichigo as he swiftly sketched out the scenes.
He had to stop momentarily to sharpened his pencil (since he pressed the tip so hard it broke), before going back on the papers. He didn't care that he still had crust in his eyes or that drool was drying on his cheeks and chin. He just needed to get this done.
The gold light soon turned to light yellow as the time dragged on, he didn't realize that few hours had passed as he went to the final scenes just before waking up. Cael's face was calm but determined when he said that he will protect the living world. Ichigo breathed heavily through his nose, his brain didn't get a chance to function from the moment he woke up and felt a dull throbbing of headache coming through. His throat and stomach was tightening from hunger, and he shifted his body to hold his overly occupied bladder in place.
But he was so close, he was almost there. ". . . . Done!" he exclaimed, though he didn't look over the last scene before darting off for the bathroom for a much needed relief. A minute later, he came back and huffed tiredly as he plopped down on the bed. He inhaled and picked up the sketchbook, staring at the picture with a sense of pride and smiled.
Only to frown when he placed it over his lap. What good it can do, if he couldn't show it to Grimmjow? He wanted to show it to him, but it wouldn't be the same since they broke up. He glanced at his phone on the night stand and picked it up. He was a bit surprised of how many message he had gotten. But it wasn't just from Grimmjow, but from Chad as well. Starting from the earliest one, he read the text left for him saying that he was sorry for doing it.
He read the next one showing concern when he was missing at work since the break up. After that, he had gotten a voice message from the blunet. "Ichigo, please talk to me. I know that you're upset, but that shouldn't be the reason for you to ignore me. Come on . . . . I didn't want it to happen either but it was for the best . . . ."
Ichigo frowned before going the next few messages, saying the same thing. It was until yesterday's text message from Chad did he feel bad. 'Ur not at work. Grimmjow kept callin 4 u. Tell me what happened.' "Shit . . . ." he sighed deeply, he glanced at the time and saw that he was over an hour late for work. He wasn't sure if he can go, as he dialed the number of his old friend.
". . . . Hey," answered Chad after a few rings.
"Just got your message, Chad," sighed Ichigo.
"Yeah . . . . why weren't you at work yesterday, and why're you not here now?" he muttered.
"Um . . . . me and Grimmjow broke up a couple of days ago," he replied tiredly.
"Why . . . .?"
". . . . Well, Renji and Shuuhei found out about us and we decided not to keep the relationship going if more people find out," he answered. "It wasn't like those two would tell about it but . . . . Grimmjow said that it was for the best."
". . . . What is the reason that you guys broke up, Ichigo?" Chad asked quietly.
"He doesn't want me to lose my chance to bring my game to life, Chad."
"Hmm . . . . what a great guy you had," he replied.
"I know . . . ."
"Then why are you ignoring his calls?"
"I don't know but . . . ." Ichigo sighed, glancing down at his sketches. "I want to talk to him, but it's hard. Especially . . . . especially now that I've just finished the last part of the game this morning."
"You finished it . . . .?"
"Yeah . . . . you think I should try to talk to him now, Chad?" he asked.
"I dunno, Grimmjow's not here himself," sighed Chad. "You think you want to do that, after what happened?" Ichigo gazed down at his pictures before nodding. He couldn't back down after the hours he poured into the last of the unnamed game.
"I know where he lives, I'll talk to him there," he confirmed.
"All right, good luck, Ichigo . . . ."
(Pwnage)
Ichigo stared up at the building and took a very deep breath, he hadn't been to Grimmjow's place since June but he remembered what apartment number it was as he glanced at the rows of silver buttons next to the locked front doors. "1B . . . . 2B . . . ." he mumbled as he eyed down the numbered button. "4, 5, 6B . . . . there." He pressed the button, sending the shrill beeping noise into the somewhat quiet streets for several seconds before letting go. He hoped that Grimmjow was still home, considering that he wasn't at work like him. He rang the bell again and sighed deeply as he continued waiting.
". . . . What? Who's there?" Ichigo blinked at the sudden answer on the intercom. It wasn't Grimmjow but he recognized the voice straight away.
"Nnoitra . . . .?" he answered.
"Who wants to know?"
"Um, can you let me in? I got something important," he said.
"Whatever, man . . . ." Nnoitra sighed before Ichigo heard the buzz on the door, he quickly opened it and stepped inside. He took a flight up the stairs and got into the hallway. His heart thumped in anxiety as he made his way to Grimmjow's door and stood in front of it. He inhaled deeply and raised his fist up to knock against the painted metal door. It didn't take long until the door opened . . . .
But it still wasn't what Ichigo had expected, as again the tall lanky guy answered it. ". . . . Don't just stand there, dude, hurry up an' get in," frowned Nnoitra as he went back to the living room.
"Oh, right," he sighed as he stepped in and closed the door. As he stepped into the living room, he blinked to realize that the entire apartment was empty saved for the rambling noises from the TV and the gaming console. ". . . . Is Grimmjow here?" he asked.
"Nah, he left for work for like a half an hour ago, dude," he shrugged as he went onto the couch. "Shouldn't ya be there as well . . . .?"
"It's complicated, I was hoping to catch him to tell him that I'm . . . . done with the game, epilogue and cliffhanger and all," he nodded.
"Oh shit, really?" grinned Nnoitra. "Awesome, so how were ya gonna tell him when ya got here? Something weird an' gay, I bet."
"No, actually . . . . we broke up a couple of days ago," sighed Ichigo as he sat on the couch. "Just before I finished drawing out the last of the game." The lanky man raised an eyebrow in surprise before snorting, continuing to play his game.
"Aw shit, it's like that bullshit wit' that midget Ulquiorra, right?" he frowned lightly.
"No . . . . two co-workers found out about us, so we decided to break it off for our own sakes before anything else happens," Ichigo muttered. "Grimmjow said we should do it . . . . so I get my game made, without any consequences."
"Shit . . . . so that explains why Grimmjow looked so bummed out these past few days, even weed didn't take him outta his funk," sighed Nnoitra. "Listen, dude . . . . don't care that yur fruity in the pants, but ya the coolest gay dude I've seen with Grimmjow."
"Huh, you think so . . . .?" Ichigo asked, blinking in surprise.
"Well yeah, yur makin' a game that sounds so bad-ass an' that's awesome," he shrugged. "Those other guys, they look so obviously gay that it creeps me out a little. Yur kinda different, yur gay yet ya act like ya like tits an' vag all the time."
"Oh, geez, thanks for cheering me up," frowned the young designer and Nnoitra cackled a little.
"I'm serious, though, maybe cuz ya seem so cool, maybe the guys at work wouldn't mind about having a gay boy around."
"If only I can wish for that," he sighed. "So . . . . I don't wanna go back home if Grimmjow's not here, so what should I do?"
"Want my advice? Just stay here an' play some games 'til he comes back," shrugged Nnoitra. Ichigo glanced at him then at the TV, as he was playing either one of Gears of War games, and shrugged.
"Might as well . . . ." he nodded as he picked up the Xbox controller from the coffee table.
"Want another advice?"
"What . . . .?"
"Don't watch Donnie Darko while high," frowned Nnoitra. "Grimmjow's such a prick one time, tellin' me to watch the movie cuz that stoner dude from Knocked Up was in it. Got fucked up so hard, I stopped smokin' weed fer a week." Ichigo muffled a laugh before shaking his head.
"Maybe that's why I liked about him, he always likes to mess with people, huh?" he smiled lightly.
"If ya say so . . . ."
(Pwnage)
". . . . So that's what it is," sighed Renji on the programmer's floor. "I'm telling you, I think Ichigo got something that we might like." So far, since Grimmjow finally relented the truth about Ichigo's game to Renji, the programmer became excited and intrigued about it and told it to Shuuhei, who only heard a part of it. It wasn't long until Ikkaku overheard them, and the next thing they knew the entire workplace was interested of the young designer's project. "Grimmjow didn't told me much about it, all he said was that Ichigo's been working on it for over two years and that it could have a series due to his ideas. But now I'm curious about it."
"Me too, you said that the main character's a fallen angel that could kick so much ass, right?" muttered Ikkaku.
"Yep," he nodded. "But we won't know for sure since Ichigo's not here. For . . . . personal problems, from what I've heard."
"Shit, outta all this time, he had something but didn't bring it up?"
"Something about keeping his creativity on the game, that's what Grimmjow told me," shrugged Renji. "But since Grimmjow was the one who knew about it, he was called to come to work today."
"Really? Thought he called in sick," Ikkaku frowned. "Wonder why he have to come here . . . .?"
"I dunno . . . ." Meanwhile, Grimmjow sulked quietly in Starrk's empty office. He didn't want to come to work, wanting to take a breather from coming here with the constant absence of Ichigo near his office. But the moment he told Renji about the younger man's game project, the flame fanned over until it reached the boss' ears and was called here. Yet Starrk wasn't in the office, as he had probably fallen asleep on the toilet in the men's bathoom.
Again.
"Shit . . . ." he sighed heavily as he hung his head back. Starrk wasn't the type to feel annoyed about being in the dark, but it involved a probabable game now that everybody's talking about and that he found out that someone like Grimmjow was a part of it. So of course that he was called back for it, at the boss' request, since he was the lead designer. But now he felt very bored at the fact that he had been in the office for over a half an hour and Starrk is nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, he heard a sound of a door opening and he sat up, thinking that the narcoleptic boss finally came. But when he looked over his shoulders, he blinked in surprise at the fact that it was Ulquiorra who was stepping in. ". . . . Ulquiorra? What're you doing here?" he frowned lightly.
"Well . . . . everybody's been talking, so I'm not immune to the news," he muttered as he walked up to him. "The junior designer, he has a gaming project he wished to reveal to the company, correct?"
"You're exactly right," he sighed. "But because I was involved in it, I've been called to the principal's office to be questioned." Ulquiorra simply nodded as he sat next to him, his big emerald eyes glancing at him.
"Tell me . . . . what truly happened between you two? Because you had that same expression on your face when you came back to work after our break-up," he said.
"You're right again, Ulquiorra," muttered Grimmjow, and the other man blinked at that in slight suprise. "You're happy about that?" he frowned and glanced at him. "We were lucky that only two co-workers found out about us, and it was only Renji and Shuuhei who now knows. But . . . . Ichigo became afraid that everybody else would eventually know and wanted to quit so . . . . I suggested that we should break up so he can keep his job and keep working on his game. That's what I wanted him to do, Ulquiorra."
". . . . So you sacrifice your relationship with him for his sake, not yours," concluded the shorter man.
"Yep, but now I'm feeling like shit for doing it, but it was for the best," sighed Grimmjow.
"Yes, that was very noble of you . . . . but sometimes you are very stupid, Grimmjow."
"Huh, what was that?" Grimmjow frowned in surprise at him, but Ulquiorra frowned back.
"At first, I truly was annoyed at the fact that you're in an office relationship again, but I've seen how happy you have been for the past few months," he sighed. "When I broke up with you, it wasn't to hurt your feelings, but because I didn't wish to continue to have a relationship in secrecy. But I didn't realize that can affect you for so long. And now, it's Ichigo's to pay the price for it."
". . . . So now what? Starrk'll come back at any minute and he might question why Ichigo's not here," he frowned.
"Simple, give me your phone," Ulquiorra said, holding out his hand.
"Huh?"
Meanwhile . . . .
"So, Grimmjow once told me that you were so high that you thought you were playing video games when the TV wasn't even on," smiled Ichigo, smashing random buttons to create a complex combo for his character against Nnoitra's. "What was up with that, man?"
"Nothing, just that it was the best fuckin' weed ever," grinned Nnoitra. "Too bad that I couldn't get that again, my man said that kind ran out an' he couldn't find any more within the area."
"I always wonder about the life of being a drug dealer, are they scary-looking like in the movie?" he asked.
"Nah, my man's wimpy-lookin' an' very annoyin'," shrugged the lanky man. "In real life, he works at a smoothies shop or some borin' bullshit."
"Oh . . . . oh, I killed your guys without even knowing I can do that!" Ichigo smiled, when the last of the other characters was K.O.'d.
"Aw, ya suck, an' I was just getting used to this game too," huffed Nnoitra. "Maybe I shouldn't have chosen that douche Deadpool."
"Of course, he's not that good against good old-fashioned Ryu," he smirked before hearing his phone ringing in his pocket. "Oh, just a sec . . . ." he sighed, taking it out but froze when he saw Grimmjow's name on the tiny screen.
"What, what's wrong?" frowned Nnoitra.
"It's, um, Grimmjow," he mumbled.
"So? Pick it up, isn't that why yur here in the first place?" he frowned.
"U-um, right . . . ." sighed Ichigo before pressing the answer button. "Hello . . . .?"
". . . . Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"Huh? Ulquiorra . . . .?" frowned Ichigo in complete puzzlement.
"Ulquiorra? Oh shit, I smell gay drama comin' up . . . ." the lanky man huffed as he glared away.
"Um, Ulquiorra, this is a surprise," Ichigo muttered. "Why're you calling me on Grimmjow's phone?"
"Because I'm persuading you to come to work now," muttered Ulquiorra. "You see . . . . you are needed because of the presumed fact that you have a gaming project that you wish to show us."
"W-wait, what?"
"Yes, all of us know that you have one judging by the interest of our co-workers," he replied. "And now our president is interested as well, and wants you to come to discuss it."
"But, why . . . .? Did Grimmjow told you about it?" frowned Ichigo.
"He didn't need to, all he said was that the game is particularly unique in its own way," replied Ulquiorra. "I've already heard that his cousin knew of the game this whole time, and now everybody would like it if you come here for a brief presentation."
". . . . Why?"
"Hm?"
"Why're you helping me, Ulquiorra?" muttered Ichigo. "I know that Grimmjow and I broke up just like how you two did, so why do you want me to come here with my game?"
"Because . . . . Grimmjow has faith in you, that's why he still wants to be with you," Ulquiorra answered, and the young designer blinked in utter surprise.
"But-"
"I could see it in his eyes, you two are meant to be together because of the way you match with one another," he sighed. "I know that when I said about being unethical to have a relationship in the workplace, I was really saying that because I didn't want Grimmjow's feeling to get hurt. But now, he hasn't been all right. It would be great if you come here now."
"Uh, are you sure about that?" he asked quietly.
"I'm positive . . . . maybe you should go back with him." And with that, the man hang up on Ichigo, who just blinked. It was surely strange, the ex of his ex told him to get back with the latter ex. But he wasn't sure if he could go back with Grimmjow. They knew that they didn't want to break up, but was it possible that they go back as a couple?
"What was that about?" frowned Nnoitra.
"Um, I was asked to come to work to show off my project," muttered Ichigo. "Somehow, everyone found out about it and now wanted to see what's it about."
"So? Go an' do it," he shrugged. "Ya made the damn game, so ya gotta show it so I can play the damn thing. After all, I'm one of those fuckin' monsters ya made me into."
"Oh, right," he nodded with a light smile. "Thanks, Nnoitra. Guess I'll see you around."
"Anytime, gay dude," he smirked. Ichigo nodded and stood up, adjusting his bag. His heart pumping in excitement now as he moved for the door.
His game was going to be seen for real.
(Pwnage)
What was he thinking? The moment Ichigo stood in front of the Los Lobos building, the anxiety dropped in his stomach like a giant boulder. He gulped, his eyes glued to the front entrance before forcing his legs to move forward, though he nearly tripped on himself over the small stairs. Once he entered, the receptionist Lisa barely glanced up from her magazine to notice him treading for the elevators. His heart was now stuck in his throat. He knew that it was practically impossible to avoid Grimmjow, but he didn't have a choice now.
Starrk found out about his game, as well as about him knowing about Grimmjow working with him. There was no way of avoiding it now. He stepped into the elevator when it finally came and pressed the button for the top floor, at each floor that past, the anxiety was getting stronger. But his nervousness diminished slightly when the machine stopped at the seventh floor and the metal doors opened to reveal Nel, who blinked in utter surprise.
"Ichigo . . . .?" she gasped softly. "You're here . . . .?"
"Uh, yeah . . . . Starrk wants me to show my game," he nodded. Nel blinked but smiled lightly as she stepped inside.
"Lucky thing that I'm coming up to see him also," she smiled. Ichigo smiled back but it was a nervous one as the doors closed, unaware that Renji and Ikkaku saw him in surprise just seconds before. "Ichigo . . . ." Nel muttered as the machine silently rode up.
"Yeah . . . .?" sighed Ichigo.
"I have a feeling that . . . . you and Grimmjow aren't together anymore, right?" she frowned sadly, and he nodded.
"Yeah . . . . but it doesn't matter now," he sighed.
"And why's that?"
"Because Ulquiorra called me earlier and insisted that I should go back with him," he replied. Nel blinked at that in a mix of shock and surprise just as the door finally opened and they stepped out into the quiet hallway.
"I-I'm not sure what to say about that, Ichigo," she frowned in confusion.
"Me neither, but . . . . Ulquiorra said that we work well with one another because we want to be with each other," he said. "Even if someone might find out about us, it doesn't mean that we shouldn't stop the relationship, Nel."
"I see . . . ." she nodded. "But does Grimmjow wants to be with you also, Ichigo?" Ichigo frowned when they reached the closed doors and sighed.
"Well . . . . there's only one way to find out, Nel," he muttered, reaching up a fist to knock against the solid wood. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Ulquiorra, who nodded when he noticed the young designer.
"Finally . . . . You only have a few moments with Grimmjow since Starrk's not in there," he muttered when he stepped out. "You need to talk to him now, Ichigo, you understand that?"
"I do, but I'm still confused by the fact that an ex of Grimmjow is asking me to do something like this," Ichigo frowned lightly but the shorter man put the smallest yet most brief smile as he nodded.
"I know, it seems odd for me to request this . . . . but you should understand that both of you deserves each other," he muttered. "I may be here because I want my job, but you two are the types that shouldn't give a damn about most stuff. Besides . . . . I truly doubt that your relationship would complicate your job ability here."
"Well, shit . . . ." Ichigo blinked at his honesty. "I dunno what to say about that . . . ."
"You don't have to, just go inside and talk to him," he said. Ichigo glanced at him then nodded before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. The producer sighed before turning to Nel, who seem perplexed about the whole situation but put up a humorous smile as she put her hands on her hips.
"Who knew that the Grinch has a heart after all?" she smiled.
"I'd like it if you refrain yourself from calling me that," he sighed as he walked past her.
"Nonetheless, you're good guy, Ulquiorra," smiled Nel, though she was utterly ignored as he left.
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Okay . . . . I got one request and one request only from you guy:
Please help me to come up with the title for Ichigo's game! I know that I should do it, but I am utterly blank! It has to mesh well with the theme of the game! If you do it, I'll give you lots of pudding! Thanks!
P.S.- some months back, I've written a drabble on DevianArt and Racey-chan said that she liked it since I knew that she liked to write sport-related Bleach fanfic! I'm only showing it as a drabble, since I'm absolutely blank about sports anyway and I've no actual intention into making it into an actual story. So here it is: Loving the Free Throw!
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His cyan eyes narrowed as Grimmjow sneered at the newest players trying out for their college basketball team. Almost all of them were freshmans, though he wasn't supposed to judge since he and a few of his friends were a few years older than them, but a year's worth of being on one of the best teams in the region made him better than those idiots who were shuffling around at one end of the large empty court. "Shit, are they here for the position for towel boy or ball cleaner?" joked Grimmjow as he and his friends were sitting in the bleachers to watch the tryouts.
"Ball cleaner? They should have a girl for that one," chuckled the red-head lounging next to him, his usual spikey ponytail was braided down behind his back though the tattoos on his eyebrows and forehead was covered with a white headband. Grimmjow smirked as they waited for the coach to drop by.
You're an idiot, Renji, that's what I like about you," he sighed. Glancing behind, he stared at his longtime friend and ironically his teammate Ulquiorra, it was ironic considering that the pale-skinned teen was barely five and a half feet tall and yet that was his advantage with quick movements and assistance. He didn't really want to see the tryouts, but only came to make sure that Grimmjow didn't start any trouble as he was reading a borrowed library book. Next to the shortest man was the tallest, a lanky teen who was slouched over his long bent knees with one lavender eye gazing at the court. Nnoitra knew Grimmjow since middle school, though the two often acted like rivals than friends over everything, His ink-black hair covered his left eye, which was injured under what both of them knew and nobody else, though it didn't hinder his skills as a center.
Behind the rest of them was a senior brunet named Starrk. He was the oldest out of the group but the laziest as he was using the free opportunity to take a nap, snoring deeply with his arm draped over his eyes. Oddly enough, he came to this college on a scholarship though he barely tried to even act like an athelete. Grimmjow frowned at the sight of Starrk's form over the silver-colored seating before staring back at the group, who looked apprehensive.
Except for one person, the one who caught his eyes. Obviously he didn't look tall compared to his own 6'2" frame, but he appeared to be above the recommended height. But that wasn't it, it was the fuzzy, bright orange hair that caught his attention. He doubted that it wasn't dyed, since his own color was real since it matched well with those chocolate-brown eyes. He would like to get closer to see for himself but stayed where he was, but could see the scowling expression as the freshman waited impatiently with his arm crossed against his chest.
Only Ulquiorra and Nnoitra knew of his sexual preference, as Starrk would probably care less and Renji was too much of an idiot to see him the same way again. But he continued to gaze at the orange-haired teen, who was tapping his feet as he crossed his arms, and smirked a little. Maybe the tryout might be as fun as he thought.
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