DISCLAIMER: All rights of original Bleach characters/story go to Tite Kubo (we love you!). …..
WARNING: MATURE RATING for this Chapter
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FLASHBACK: Gin and Rangiku's Christmas Party…..
Whenever Grimmjow dragged Saya along with him to a party, she never drank. She said it was stupid or something. Grimmjow hadn't planned for things to get out of hand the way they did, he had just wanted to have a little fun with her. She was his girlfriend, it'd been that way for 2 whole years—and he wanted to drink with her dammit. So he spiked her Dr. Pepper with a shot of rum and holy shit, did that go to her head. Normally, Saya stayed on the sidelines during his parties.
But not tonight.
She had completely taken over the DDR machine even though she was dancing clumsy as hell. She had even wanted to dance with Grimmjow, practically begged him to. Saya hardly ever got physical with Grimmjow, even though they were dating. She never liked showing affection, and she was always embarrassed to do things like dance or play guitar in front of people.
But all that had been cast aside. It was like she had forgotten her own rule about personal space. She kept clinging to him for balance, tugging on his arm. "C'mon Smurfie! Duel me on your guitar! Pleeeeeeeeez!"
She even started doing an air guitar, making sloppy guitar noises with her mouth—she looked so fucking stupid and so fucking cute at the same time. He hadn't known she'd paid such close attention to his music. She usually criticized him about certain chords or lyrics and told him to change them (though she usually made it sound better). But he never thought she actually listened to his band.
She kept wanting him to play a song with her. Of course since she was wasted, Saya didn't have her usual skill at guitar. She kept screwing up and getting frustrated, swearing with the widest variety of curse words Grimmjow had ever heard her use in his life—it was fucking hilarious.
At first Grimmjow had thought the alcohol had triggered her personality to flip, but in the midst of her unusual praises towards him she'd point at him and say things like "That one song is SO STUPID! I HATE that one!" and then she'd change her tone, "But in Dance Commander..you sound so good hehehehhee!" and Grimmjow realized that everything she was saying was the uncensored version of how she really felt. (A/N: Dance Commander by Electric 6.)
Her honest drunk comments made him start to see what it was she actually liked about him, he'd always wondered about that. She was the only girlfriend he'd ever had that made him feel like he wasn't hot shit. But she was slipping up and saying things he knew she'd never say if she was in her right mind.
"Why'd you always smell good?"
"Get that crap away from me! Mistletoe's stupid—if you wanna kiss me jus do it...yah pansy.'":p
"Hahaha! I love when ya laugh all evil cuz yer winning!"
"Hey! Put on these elf ears so you kin look like a Christmas Smurf!"
"Oi, why don't'cha stop yellin at those guys? If I think they're being rude—I can tell them. Why'do always gotta be nice like that? Yer always yelling at people for buggin me…Are you for reel, relly bein nice tah me? It's freaking me out!"
"You got the coolest eyes EVER…they're all like… blue…"
And when she sat next to him, she sat RIGHT next to him. Her side pressing against his, her legs against his thigh, and she seemed perfectly comfortable. Later into the party, she randomly started touching his hair. Usually she only did that when she wanted to piss him off, cuz she knew he hated when people messed with his hair. But when she looked at him that night while she was running her hand up his scalp, she'd gone pink in the face and stopped.
"S-sorry..don't be mad…"
She had pulled her hand away, a panicked look on her face. And that was when it got to be too much for Grimmjow. That was when he knew he didn't want her to stop. He didn't want her to be afraid to touch him.
He gave her one last thing before he took her to bed, a taste of the Hogyoku product he'd been selling for Aizen. It was just a pinch. Grimmjow had only been using the stuff for when he needed an energy boost. Saya had been trying to get him to lay off the drugs, and he had told her he'd quit. But that night he wanted to be at his best. And once he'd gotten her to try it, they had both gone wild.
Then she said the last thing he'd ever expected….
Grimmjow lay on his back, one arm folded behind his head, staring at her next to him. It was around noon the next day, they'd only gone to sleep a few hours ago.
Saya's hair was a mess. She was usually a light sleeper, Grimmjow knew that from the times when she had fallen asleep at his house. But tonight she was out like a ton of bricks. He had never been able to watch her this closely. She was on her side, facing him; her peachy lips just slightly parted as she breathed. Her light skin still glistening across her forehead and down her neck. One of her bare shoulders was sticking out from the covers. Her expression was both exhausted and untroubled, like someone so comfortable they could sleep through a hurricane.
Grimmjow smirked and trailed his hand up her face, brushing her long hair back; she had earned a good night's sleep after all the miles he'd put on her. But he still didn't know what to make of what she had said.
Grimmjow closed his eyes in intense thought. He played back how he had been on top of her in their final moments, how she had looked at him, how she had kissed him when they'd finished.
"Grimmjow.." she had said. He had barely felt her lips; it was such a tender touch against his mouth. Her eyes had stayed closed, and for a minute Grimmjow had thought she'd fallen asleep. But slowly her dark lashes opened back up and she spoke: "I love you..Grimm..."
O_O Fuck….
What the hell was he supposed to say to that!? Luckily Saya hadn't waited for a response, and passed out underneath him.
Grimmjow opened his eyes again and looked back at her. This was just what he fucking needed, another stupid girl in love with him. He scoffed and looked at the ceiling.
After a few seconds his eyes were drawn back to her.
He didn't know why, but it was bothering him. He'd had plenty of girls say stuff like that to him before, "Oh Grimmjow! You're amazing, Grimmjow!" "I love you so much Grimmjow! You're the King!" He'd gotten used to girls wanting him and girls wanting to please him, girls willing to do anything to make him stay.
But this was Saya.
Saya never tried to impress Grimmjow. Hell, most of the time it seemed like she was waiting for him to dump her so she could go home and watch Lord of the Rings in peace.
In fact, Grimmjow would even threaten Saya with a breakup, just to see her reaction. But she always responded the same: " Seriously?...Cool." Then she'd nod and start to walk off like none of it meant anything to her. Like she wasn't even going to miss him! It drove him fucking nuts. And he'd always have to run after her and put her back in her place. She was always so damn weird like that.
So difficult.
There was no way someone like her could love someone like him. She'd rather say 'BATMAN SUCKS AND SUPERMAN IS BETTER' than say she was in love with him, and Saya hated Superman. She hated Superman more than Lex Luther.
Grimmjow was rude, aggressive, and selfish. He knew that. She knew that. So what the fuck was she doing saying shit like this to him?
She was decent, fucking trustworthy as hell, and…a total geek.
Why the hell did she say that? Where did that thought even come from?
Grimmjow ground his teeth, watching her sleeping. He wished he could get inside that head of hers. Figure out if she'd really meant it. Grimmjow knew it was probably the drugs—but still. Why the hell did she have to say that and screw everything up?
She was always so careful—she never gave him any ground when it came to his ego. And Grimmjow had accepted that, sometimes he even appreciated how she treated him like an equal and not some hotshot superstar. He liked that about her, it meant he could take her seriously when she said "You look better in white," or "Your guy-liner is running." He trusted that about her, she always gave things to him straight. And now to hear her say she loved him?
FUCK! Why did she have to say that now?! When he couldn't tell if she was lying or not?! He was supposed to be enjoying a nice after-sex nap and she had fucking ruined it!
He sat up with a snarl and swung his legs off the side of the bed.
He felt guilty.
He felt like he had done something wrong.
He needed to shower and get dressed so he could put her back to normal before she woke up. Part of him hoped she would wake up. Part of him hoped she'd smack him in the face for this, walk out on him and leave—shit she would never forgive him.
Grimmjow put his pants on. Quickly, he used his undressing skills in reverse, and slipped Saya back into her clothes.
She could never find out about this. He could never let her find out about this.
He grabbed Saya by her arms and pulled her slumbering body up, carefully slinging her over his shoulder. Grimmjow carried her to the couch he and Saya usually crashed on when they stayed too late at Gin's house in one of the guestrooms. With her weight pressing against him, Grimmjow found himself wishing he hadn't dressed her so soon, but he shook that thought off and set her down on the sofa.
"Ah Shit," Grimmjow noticed the markings on her neck. She's gonna notice. She wasn't that stupid—she'd catch on—she'd know what he'd done. FUCK!
She moved.
Her eyebrows scrunched together and she flexed her back, rolling out her chest and stretching. Then she shot forward. Her jaw was set tight and her eyes slanting drowsily in a hellish glare.
Grimmjow froze.
She was squinting straight at him…Then she raised an eyebrow in a confused sort of way and suddenly…
"Heh..hehheheeeh," she fell back on the couch, curling up her legs and snuggling her face into the cushion of the couch. "..Yer..frickin hair…y'look like a troll doll…heehahmmeh.."
Grimmjow self-consciously put his hand to his head.
"Yeah, no thanks to you," he smirked. He could feel how disheveled his hair must look. Grimmjow breathed a sigh of relief, to see her smile like that after the night they'd just had…it made him feel damn good.
Maybe she did mean it…?
He was kinda liking the idea now. Having Saya in love with him. Having her openly looking forward to seeing him every night. Worrying about him. Willingly admitting—without any intoxication—that she liked the things he could do to her.
He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to acknowledge that he owned her. But Grimmjow wasn't going to get anywhere with that, unless he could pull this off.
He needed a shower to clear his head. He had to be at the top of his game if he was going to lie to Saya's face. He already knew what to say. The problem was he needed to keep a straight face when he looked at her. Grimmjow couldn't let his eyes wander or his mind stray into the memories of last night. Or else he'd end up staring at her a little too suggestively, and she'd know he was thinking something dirty.
It had been like that the first few weeks they'd dated. Grimmjow's mind had constantly been in the gutter. And Saya had never budged. It pissed him off that she barely let him kiss her, but he had sort of gotten used to it. He liked how she always fought him on that subject. He respected that she didn't want to change herself. It was like they both had this unspoken truce to agree to disagree. And it worked for them. They accepted each other that way…until now.
Grimmjow had just violated that truce.
He opened the guestroom door, scanning the hallway for anyone who could blow his cover. They were at Gin's house after all. People from the party might still be around. He didn't want to get caught walking the walk of shame and have someone point it out to Saya later. The door to their room had barely clicked shut, when of course, Gin showed up.
"Well well well, Grimmjow. You're certainly up early this morning," Gin raised an eyebrow knowingly. He was wearing a silky red, candy-caned patterned kimono and had on a pair of Rudolph slippers. "I didn't expect you to emerge for another few hours, after the...eventful Christmas Eve you had with Saya."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Grimmjow lied in a low voice.
"Oh come now, Grimmjow," Gin laughed. "Even if I hadn't been able to hear the two of you gasming the entire night, your appearance makes it obvious what you've been up to."
"Tch," Grimmjow let out a smirk. He was bare-chested, only wearing his jeans. And he could imagine the extreme case of bedhead he was sporting. "Just keep your fucking voice down."
"Why? Worried Santa might put you on the naughty list?" Gin wiggled his eyebrows slyly.
"HOE-LY. FUCK."
Grimmjow's nerves cringed as he turned to see Nnoitora gaping at him from down the hall.
"You dirty bastard," Nnoitora strode towards his band-mates, taking in Grimmjow's uncombed and half-dressed countenance. "You buttered that sexy muffin didn't you?"
"Shut your FUCKING mouth Nnoitora! She's MY fucking muffin! You ain't got the right to call her that!" Grimmjow seethed, looking more vicious than usual due to his bedraggled demeanor.
"I'm fucking congratulating you, ya piece-a-shit!" Nnoitora slapped Grimmjow on the shoulder. "She's been holding out on you for how long? Too fuckin long, I should say—but you've broken that bitch in!" Nnoitora grinned eagerly. "That'll make it all the more easy for me when I take a stab at her—"
"Like hell you will!" Grimmjow grabbed tall gangly teen by the scruff of his shirt, his knuckles clenched tight and his teeth bearing wildly. "You're not touching her—I'll fucking kill you before that happens."
"Now now, no fighting you two," Gin put up a friendly hand. "It's Christmas."
"Yeah, yah douche, I meant after you dump her. I'm not an idiot," Nnoitora glared down at the blue-haired vocalist.
"Tch, I'm not dumping her, dickhead," Grimmjow shoved Nnoitora a few steps back.
"Is that so?" Gin said in doubt.
"She was that good?" Nnoitora asked shockingly, and slipped past the blue-eyed playboy to peek into Grimmjow's room at Saya.
Grimmjow barred the door shut before Nnoitora could get a good look. "I don't want to hear a damn word out of you about this. Either one of you," Grimmjow growled.
"That's asking too much Grimmjow," Gin complained. "It's tradition for us to hassle any whore you bed for the night."
"SHE'S NOT A WHORE!"
"She slept with your scummy ass," Nnoitora crossed his arms. "That makes her a whore."
"TCH!" Grimmjow clamped his jaw shut. He needed to stay calm, and quietly get these two to understand the situation, before he fucking punched them through a wall and woke up Saya. "…She only did it because I got her to take some Hogyoku."
Gin's eyebrows rose. "…..Oh my."
"You DOPED her up?! HAHAHAHAH!" Nnoitora cackled. "Fucking awesome man! You fucking scumbag! She's gonna tear your face off when she finds out!"
"She aint gonna find out," Grimmjow ordered. "You pricks aren't gonna say a word to anyone about this."
"Why the fuck should I cover for your sorry ass?!" the toothy guitarist challenged.
"You screw this up for me, and I'll fucking make sure your stuck blowing yourself for the rest of your life," Grimmjow silenced Nnoitora with a lethal glance. "You got that?"
"Very well," Gin sighed. "I suppose we could keep it secret."
"Sure," Nnoitora replied bitterly. "It's fucking covered."
"Good. I'm taking a shower."
When Grimmjow finished in the bathroom, his image refreshed and his hair styled, he went back to the guestroom. Saya looked like she'd barely moved. He wondered how long she was going to sleep for...
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Gin and Rangiku suddenly burst through the door. "HO HO HO! WE COME BEARING GIFTS!"
Saya remained asleep.
"Wake UP Saya-chan!" Rangiku went over to the couch and started shaking the snoozing girl.
Grimmjow sent Gin a warning glare. Gin simply smiled. "Isn't Ran-chan cute when she's excited?" the albino beamed.
"Saya-chan! It's time for presents!—"
"Gooo a'way," Saya covered her head grouchily, curling up into a tighter fetal position. "This is my room…what are you doing in my room…" she mumbled.
"Get the fuck away from her," Grimmjow brushed past the tall woman and sat next to Saya.
"Oi, Saya," Grimmjow coaxed her eyes open. "You feeling alright? You've been passed out a while."
Saya blinked groggily at him through a space between her arms, only partially hiding her face now. "…Did you just ask me if I was feeling ok?"
Grimmjow tensed. Hell, she was on to him.
"What's up with that?" she pushed herself up to a sitting position with her legs tucked under her. "I didn't think you were the Christmas spirit type…" she yawned with a hazy blink of her eyes.
"Tch, just get your ass up," Grimmjow regained his usual temperament. He needed to act natural.
"Yes Saya-chan, get up! We have presents for you!" Rangiku bounced giddily.
"Would you please," Saya scrunched her eyes closed in aggravation, and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Be Quiet. You're killing me, my brain's gonna explode, Rangiku."
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. That took care of the explanation for her hangover headache.
"Take a present you two," Gin handed a brightly wrapped box to both Saya and Grimmjow.
"You got me something?" Saya blinked unexpectedly, taking the gift gingerly. "But…I didn't get you anything…"
"Not to worry dear. It was last minute since you and Grimmjow slept over," Gin explained sweetly.
"Oh…well thanks, Gin," Saya read the tag on the present. "And Rangiku."
"I got one for you too." Nnoitora entered the room, carrying a handsome-sized box. He set it down on the floor at her feet.
Grimmjow's eyebrows knitted further together. What the hell were they up to?
"Really…" Saya stared disgustedly at Nnoitora. "You shouldn't have."
"And where's your present, douchebag?" Nnoitora ridiculed Grimmjow. "Don't you have anything special for your girl? Or did you already give it to her?"
"Get the fuck out, Nnoitora," Grimmjow stood up moodily.
"Yes…please," Saya mumbled in agreement as she opened Gin and Rangiku's box.
"Ahh-ahh," Nnoitora shook his finger. "Not till she sees the surprise."
Grimmjow's jaw tightened and he hoped Nnoitora could see how close he was to ripping out the spoon-face's throat.
"It's a…box of CrackerJacks…," Saya smiled at the joke. "Haha. I get it," she scoffed at Grimmjow.
"We thought it was appropriate," Gin smiled, Rangiku walking over and snuggling up to his chest. "Given your love for our CrackerJack here."
"Very clever. Thank you," Saya nodded sarcastically. "Grimmjow, aren't you gonna open yours?"
"I don't want it, Gin always gets me shit anyways," Grimmjow was digging through the dresser of the guest bedroom.
"Fine," Saya shrugged. "I'll open it."
Gin, Nnoitora and Rangiku all smirked at each other. An alarm went off in Grimmjow's head but it was too late, Saya was already unwrapping it and he didn't want to risk making her suspicious by trying to conceal whatever the fuck was in that box. He turned back to his task and dug out the Christmas present he had gotten for Saya.
"…it's a box of muffin mix…" Saya peered at the gift in incomprehension, then she noticed something else inside the gift box. "…and a stick of butter…What the hell guys?" she laughed out of sheer bogglement.
"We thought you and Grimmjow could," Rangiku smiled wider. "Bake them."
Grimmjow glared at his slimy friends, scoffing at how idiotic they could be.
"Well I am pretty hungry, now that you mention it," Saya blinked naively.
Rangiku and Nnoitora burst into laughter. Gin's smirk grew, but he sealed his lips shut.
"Get the hell outta here," Grimmjow shoved past them, feeling somewhat hot around the ears. "The fuck is wrong with you, eh?!" He glared harsher at them then turned to Saya, who was frowning in confusion. "And you, here," Grimmjow tossed Saya his present and she barely caught it. Then he plopped down next to her.
"You…you really got me something?" she stared at him with a gullible expression.
"Yeah, so fucking open it," Grimmjow scratched the back of his neck, glancing off. He wished she wouldn't look at him like that.
"Hold on, did I give you your present?" Saya asked curiously, looking around the couch for her purse. "I had it in my bag and I wanted you to open it last night…but I don't think I gave it to you…I don't really remember."
"Oh you gave it to him alright!" Nnoitora called obnoxiously. Saya narrowed in on his amused expression.
"What is your problem?" Saya shook her head tiresomely.
"Will you fuckin shut up?" Grimmjow snapped at the overgrown egghead and stared punching him hard in the side. "Quit being a dick!"
"Let me just find that real qu—whOA," Saya went to stand up and her legs practically gave out, her balance toppling to one side. Grimmjow grabbed her arm just in time.
"What the hell was that?" Saya steadied herself, glaring down at her body. "My legs feel…weird…"
"Probably cuz you slept all scrunched up like a retard," Grimmjow automatically responded in a careless tone.
"Or maybe you're sore from all the DDR you played last night?" Gin suggested.
"Yeah..I guess," Saya winced and hobbled over to her purse that had been thrown on the floor. She picked something out of it and went back to the couch. "Ow, God," she hissed painfully as she sank back into the squishy sofa. "Geeze this couch is a piece of junk," she muttered.
Grimmjow bit his tongue. He wanted to smirk. She's feeling it pretty bad, aint she?
"Here, Merry Christmas," Saya flashed an awkward smile at him and handed him one small square box and one gift bag. "Open the blue one first, Grimm."
Grimmjow forced himself not to look at Gin or any of the others, and focused on the gift. He looked up for an instant and saw Saya smiling at him. It was the smile she wore whenever she was about to tease him.
He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. She bit down on her lip and looked away, trying to contain her delight. Grimmjow ripped into the blue, Christmas bells paper of the box. If she kept looking at him like that she was going to land herself into some serious trouble.
"…What the fuck?" Grimmjow lifted a mini-sized statue out of the box. "Are you kidding me?"
"IT'S A GROUCHY SMURF FIGURINE! HAHAHAHAHAH!" Saya cracked up with glee. "And look," she leaned towards him. "I even made a little model guitar and glued it on to him—so now it's exactly like you!"
Grimmjow scoffed at her joy. "You made that?" he studied the tiny wooden instrument.
"That is so sweet!" Rangiku bubbled. "Grimmy-chan, isn't that so thoughtful!? Your Saya-chan is such a sweetie, right?!" she winked.
"Actually, it does resemble you quite well," Gin examined the hateful expression on the tiny blue man. "He really does look angry."
"Shut up, Gin," Grimmjow smacked his hand away. "It's stupid," he said to Saya.
"I knew you'd say that," Saya rolled her eyes with a grin. "That's why I got you more than one present, that one was more of a joke."
"Tch," Grimmjow tore up the tissue paper in the gift bag and pulled out his other presents. "Awh FUCK YAH!" Grimmjow held up two video games. "Call of Duty Black Ops: Zombies and GTA V! HAHAHA! TAKE THAT MOTHAFUCKA!" Grimmjow flashed the games in Nnoitora's face. Grimmjow had been so busy with his music lately, he'd fallen behind in his gaming. Usually he'd steal new releases from Nnoitora, but Nnoitora had been slacking on his gaming purchases because of the band as well. Grimmjow hadn't played either game yet, but he knew what he was going to be doing for the next 24 hours. Unless there was another miracle and Saya started feeling frisky.
"You're welcome," Saya said. "And there's a new headset in there too, since you threw and broke yours the last time you played." With a sigh she started looking at the packaging of her present from Grimmjow.
Grimmjow flashed a swaggering grin, looking her over. This woman knew every fucking desire he'd ever had. Damn he owed her for this.
"Grimmjow," Rangiku scolded. "Did you even wrap that present?"
"It's in a fucking package, what difference does it make?" Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"It's fine," Saya said, studying her gift from Grimmjow. The package had come through the mail. "Great Britain?" Saya read the international address on the parcel and blinked disbelievingly at Grimmjow.
"Open it," Grimmjow smirked. Saya proceeded with a guarded smile and began opening the gift.
She pulled it from the wrappings and her eyes popped open, "Merlin's beard…this is the Advanced Potion Making text book from Harry Potter." She hastily opened the cover, keenly inspecting every detail of the book. "It even says 'This book is the property of the Half Blood Prince—" her mouth dropped in a gasp and she zoomed in on the page, her face practically disappearing into the book as she read the additional note. "To my dear admirer, Saya Kurashina, I bestow upon you the safekeeping of this book. May it bring you magic and mischief, always…Alan Rickman…."
Saya stared at the title page for a good 10 minutes with her mouth open before she finally looked up. And then she looked right back down again.
Gin and Rangiku both laughed. "Signed by Alan Rickman huh?" Gin smirked at Grimmjow.
Nnoitora snorted and crossed his arms.
"Yes!" Saya held it open for them. "THEE Alan Rickman! SNAPE! SNAPE!" she shook the book. "SEVERUS SNAPE!" she gushed and hugged the book to her chest. "And he said ALWAYS! HE FREAKING SIGNED IT—ALWAYS!"
"So I guess you like it, huh?" Grimmjow cocked a grin.
"HOW is this even possible? IS THIS FOR REAL?!" She sparkled at Grimmjow in bliss. "How did you get him to sign a replica?! He hardly ever has time to send emails—or so I've heard-AH MY GAD! THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE FOR ME! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! WOW! I DIDN'T EVEN THINK YOU KNEW WHO ALAN RICKMAN WAS!"
She wasn't wrong.
Grimmjow hadn't given a shit who the Englishman was. The whole thing had been Gin's idea. But fuck, Grimmjow wasn't gonna give up any of the credit if it made her this happy. It was finally looking like things were in the clear for Grimmjow.
"Really I wanna know! How'd you get it?!"
"I got a connection," Grimmjow shrugged proudly.
"You used your drug-dealing network for this?!" Saya rounded on him, her face crumbling into disappointment. "What the hell Grimmjow!" she slated.
"The hell you mean what the hell?!" He fired back at her. "You saying I shouldn't have pulled some strings to get you something nice?!"
She glared at him for a second. "That's exactly what I'm saying." Out of nowhere she leaned forward and kissed him.
Grimmjow stiffened instantly, all over. Fuck, she was playing with fire. He was ready to pick up where they had left off last night—but he held himself still.
She ended their connection and looked him straight in the eye.
"But just this once," Saya breathed coolly with a sweet whisper. "I'm gonna let it slide." She gave him another quick peck and suddenly she blinked, staring at him with an odd expression. She had noticed the way he was looking at her.
She pulled back and turned her face away, a disoriented frown growing deeper on her lips. "None of you saw that," she eyed Gin, Rangiku and Nnoitora, warning them to forget having witnessed the kiss.
Grimmjow held his breath. He knew he'd end up giving himself away.
"Saya-chan are you alright?" Rangiku asked.
"I don't know…" Saya frowned further, blinking in a spaced-out sort of way. "..I must've had some messed up dreams last night." Her eyes flickered to Grimmjow, and she immediately turned away again, her cheeks flushing.
Shit, Grimmjow thought in a panic. Did she remember? Did she know what they had done?
"Ooo, something naughty? Hmm Saya?" Gin questioned in a flirty tone.
"No!" Saya blushed brighter. "It wasn't anything like that!"
"Alright," Nnoitora butted in. "Time for my present."
"Oh yah," Saya cringed warily. "Let's get that over with." Saya started opening the box as Nnoitora joined her. Grimmjow kept both eyes on Nnoitora, waiting for him to try something.
"…This is a huge bucket of paint…" Saya blinked at a loss for the tenth time that morning.
"Yep," with abrupt speed, Nnoitora had the bucket opened, held it up in the air, and then dumped it all over Saya, completely drenching her in a sticky, crimson red ink.
"WHAT THE FUCK NNOITORA?!" Grimmjow launched off the couch and kicked the paint bucket at the gangly creep. "FUCKIN TOOTHY-ASS BITCH!" He was gonna beat that skinny-fuck's ass.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS SAYA! HAHAHAHA!" the freaky-faced man laughed highly at the prank, even though he had taken a hit from the metal paint can.
"You…idiot…" Saya uttered hotly. "You almost…ruined MY BOOK!" The paint was all over her clothes, her hair, everything, but somehow Saya had shot her arms holding the Potions Book out of the line of fire, far away enough to have saved the autographed treasure.
"Nnoitora," Gin chided. "Play nice, that wasn't funny."
Grimmjow snapped his head in Gin's direction, he was absolutely certain that albino was in on this.
"Oh sweetie, lets get you cleaned up," Rangiku rushed over to Saya with a towel. "I'll run you a nice hot shower."
"Grimmjow, take this," Saya motioned for him to grab the book. "Keep it safe. And don't beat up this spoon-face until I come back, I want to watch while I eat breakfast. Nnoitora.." Saya wiped her face free of red, and with her coated hands smacked Nnoitora's cheeks together like a shockwave, squeezing his face and blinding him with color.
"OW! MY EYE!"
"OWW!"
Nnoitora held his face in pain, but Saya had hunched over, clutching her knees and rubbing her thighs.
"Son-of-a-Minion…that hurt." she said through her teeth. "What the hell is going on with me?... I must be getting the flu or something. I feel…all woozy…and my head.."
Gin raised an eyebrow at Grimmjow, and the blue-haired scoundrel scoffed.
Leave it to Saya to fill in the blanks with some logical rationalization, Grimmjow thought. He didn't know why he had been so worried. Saya's sweet simple mind would never have jumped to R-rated conclusions. He was so relieved, he forgot to feel guilty.
"I got you honey, let's make our way to the ladies room," Rangiku walked the saturated Saya out of the room. "It doesn't hurt too much does it?"
"I don't know…I just don't feel…normal," Saya's voice carried from down the hall. "But I guess it's not as bad as a day after doing lunges and training with my Uncle Kenny…"
Gin clicked his tongue once the women were at a safe distance.
"You really didn't hold back on that poor girl, did you Grimmjow? How savage of you," Gin said with a superior smirk.
"Shut your fucking face, Gin," Grimmjow glowered as his friend ridiculed him. "Why the hell did you tell Rangiku? I told you not to tell anyone!"
"Not to worry, Ran-chan will take care of your lady," Gin strode down the hall waving daintily. "…I do hope you used protection, Grimmjow."
A ghostly chill sparked a bolt of panic up Grimmjow's spine, almost knocking the wind out of him.
…Ah fuck….
END OF FLASHBACK…...
...
RETURN TO PRESENT TIME ON THE URAHARA HOUR TV SHOW:
"What does that even mean?!" Saya demanded. Grimmjow was the only guy she had ever been with. "We waited till our wedding night!" she yelled, a little red in the face, taking about something so intimate in front of everyone.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK!" Grimmjow shouted madly. "C'mon Saya, you really think I would've waited that *bleep*in long? I nailed you at Gin and Rangiku's Christmas party! You were just to drunk to remember! WHO *BLEEP*ING FORGETS *BLEEP* NOW HUH?!"
Saya stared unblinkingly at the T.V.
What….?
Her mind had completely flat-lined.
No…no we didn't…that's not possible.. I..I didn't drink in high school..ever…
"….I never drank…" were the only words Saya managed to speak coherently.
The one thing Saya did remember about Gin and Rangiku's Christmas party was that she didn't remember it very clearly, at least not the actual party part. But she did remember the morning after. She remembered how awful she had felt… and flashes of some…rather personal…dream about Grimmjow. But she had forgetten about that since Grimmjow had gotten her such a nice gift—it was the most thoughtful thing he'd ever gotten her in all their years of being together—and then Nnoitora had been such an ass—dumping all that paint on her that had made her break out in a weird rash on her chest and neck…
…Oh my god…Saya's abyss of a brain slowly realized. He did…
"Yah well after I got you to loosen up, you tried a lot of new things that night, you were so *bleep*ing out of it." Grimmjow crossed his arms. "Tch."
"GOD DAMN PRICK!" Ichigo launched to his feet. His hands were clenched white into fists. Grimmjow was so lucky he wasn't in the same room as Ichigo. He would've knocked the bastard's face in, and then taken him to the train tracks and really make him sorry he'd ever set eyes on Saya.
Saya couldn't process it. Grimmjow's words seemed to be crashing through her brain like a sledgehammer, annihilating every memory between the two of them, draining all rational thought. Her lungs were turning into her enemy. Her breath was poisoning her like acid.
And that's why…Saya's heart was bursting. That's why he wouldn't wait till summer to get married…This was why Grimmjow had been in such a rush to be wed. This was why he had been so insistent when she had turned him down the first 2 times he had proposed to her in the same conversation. And why he was just as desperate to ask her again the next day. He made me believe…
"I could've dumped you right after!" Grimmjow continued. "I could've moved on to any girl I wanted, but I didn't. And when you started showing signs, I could've turned my back on you—when you were so oblivious to why you were getting sick in the morning—but I didn't! I *bleep*in married your dumbass because I take responsibility!"
The entire studio had gone silent.
Kisuke had been holding a sign that had the words Boo You Whore with a blinkie arrow that was pointing at Grimmjow. He slowly put down the sign, thinking humor was no longer appropriate.
"…Yah…" Saya hardly had a voice she was in such shock. "I must've been out of my mind to think you ever respected me…that I could trust you."
Ah fuck, Grimmjow thought. Gin had been the one to point out that Saya might've been pregnant. And Grimmjow had freaked the fuck out. Luckily, a few weeks later, Grimmjow had managed to catch Saya on her way to the doctors to see why she had been feeling strange and nauseas. Grimmjow paid them off to tell her nothing was wrong. If she had ever found out he'd knocked her up, he knew she'd castrate him or some shit like that. So he decided to make her his wife and deal with the kid, even though he'd always hated the idea of that kind of family life. He did like Saya, after all, he trusted her. And he knew she would make a good wife.
Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair. "Saya—"
"You're a liar," Saya's voice had gone ragged. "You lied to me about everything."
"Saya, listen to me—"
"Sign the papers Grimmjow," she rasped.
Grimmjow paled. She was gonna cry. He couldn't fucking stand it when she cried. He had never planned on telling her like this.
"Just sign the papers, and leave me and Nel out of it." Saya covered her eyes with her hand and hung up the phone.
"Ookay, that's all the time we have today…uh folks…See you next time?" Kisuke looked at the cameras nervously before Saya shut off the T.V.
"….that's messed up.." Renji sat stunned with the phone still at his ear. Ichigo thought he could hear a rampage of swear words and name-calling from Rukia on the other end, but he just stared at Saya.
Her breathing was unsteady and she wasn't saying a word.
"…Saya," Ichigo almost took a step towards her but she just shoved his cell phone at him into his chest.
"This is yours," her voice cracked but she didn't let him see her face.
Ichigo didn't know what to do. He just wanted to tell her she was okay. He just wanted to say anything that would make her feel okay.
"Ooooh Ichigo!" Karin walked into the room from the front door. "Guess who's here to see..." Karin's glee died the second she saw Saya holding her face like a mental patient. "...you…"
"Hi ummm.. Ichigo?" Orihime Inoue meekly entered the room, following after Karin.
"Ehhh," Ichigo grunted with panic and irritation. "Now's not a good time, Inoue."
Saya was pacing with her hands over her eyes. Then she threw down her arms angrily and Ichigo could see the humiliation and pain in her face, eyes welling.
Just like that, she froze.
All emotion expelled from her face. She stared at the orange-haired woman standing next to Karin. Her neck twitched slightly as she stepped nimbly across the room, heading for the girl in her sights.
"Orihime Inoue?" she asked in a very still voice. "You're the girl who called here those few weeks ago?"
"Umm," Orihime looked at the ground. "Actually, it was about f-fiftty-two days ago, not counting t-the weekends…"
"I'll be damned…" Saya eyed the girl from head to toe with a hateful glare.
"Ummm…" Orihime stuttered. "Ichigo..? Who is this?" She looked nervously to him for an answer.
"Oh you don't remember me?" Saya stood rather unsteadily, staggering like a boxer sizing up an opponent. "I met you once at a S.M.U.R.F.'ed concert. Backstage." Saya added starkly.
Ichigo's eye's widened. (A/N: To any Orihime fans out there….I apologize in advance…)
"...Shit just got real…" Renji whispered on the phone to Rukia, with a paralyzed look on his face as he watched the two women.
"Oh! I love S.M.U.R.F.'ed!" Orihime clapped excitedly.
"Yeah I figured," Saya shifted her stance again. "So how was that? Going backstage…meeting the band?" her fingers itched dangerously.
"Well," Orihime answered, "I only actually met Grimmjow—"
"REALLY?" Saya put her hands on her hips. "WOW. That—wow, that must have been exciting? Huh?" Saya was smiling wildly. It was obvious to everyone except Orihime that the smile was certain death. "I want to hear all about that!" she looked manically at everyone in the room with a most unpleasant grin. "Don't you guys want to hear about that?"
"Y-yeah," Renji nodded fearfully. Rukia said something on the other end and Renji replied in a hurried whisper, "It doesn't matter, just agree."
"Umm," Orihime fidgeted with her hands. "Well," she started blushing and her eyes flickered to Ichigo.
Saya briefly remembered Orihime had it bad for the Strawberry and the girl obviously didn't want to go into detail about her run in with Grimmjow in front of her crush. But Saya was hell bent on getting the truth out of this bitch. She needed a confession straight from the whore's*ahem* horses mouth before she went Scarface on this chick. It was only polite.
"You know Grimmjow is one of Ichigo's idols right?" Saya rationalized in a low voice that only Orihime could hear. "I know if you told him everything about what you two did, Ichigo'd be really impressed."
Orihime's eyes widened with hope.
Ichigo didn't catch a word of what the hell they were saying. There was too much turmoil going on in his brain for him to care. I should be trying to prevent murder right?
"R-really?" Orihime sputtered back to Saya.
"Oh yes," Saya tried to smile without clenching her teeth. "If he knew you were the kind of girl Grimmjow likes, he'd be begging you to be his girlfriend."
"Well ummm," Orihime blinked coyly at Ichigo and raised her voice. "When…when I was with Grimmjow…"
Ichigo didn't know how long they had until the living room turned into Armageddon. He silently grabbed Karin's arm and dragged her to the safe side of the room without taking his eyes off Saya.
"We went into this room…" Orihime was turning redder.
"Speak up," Saya rasped with hushed hostility.
"And…we…well…umm," she looked at the ground.
"You what?" Saya was losing patience.
"W-we…I," the girl stammered and sent another blushing glance at Ichigo. "I just did what he told me to do…"
"You slept with him!" Saya summed up. "Just say it, YOU slept with him!"
"I slept with him!" Orihime cried in fright.
Saya tried to regain her cool. "You know he was married at the time right?"
"Yes but—"
"YOU DANG HOE!" Saya tore across the room and tackled Orihime to the ground. The orange-haired girl let out a wail of pain from the impact. "Shut up!" Saya punched her, once. Twice. And again.
"AAAHOWWAH-GAWWD-MYEYEEAAHHHHHH—"
"I SAID!" Saya grabbed the girl by her face, "SHUT UP!" and then smashed her head—once—twice—thrice—into the floor.
"Whoa…" Karin stared in awe.
"YOU KNEW HE WAS MARRIED!" Saya stood up, pulled back her elbow and slammed down on her with a wrestling corkscrew drop.
"Give her the chair!" Renji hollered.
Ichigo couldn't even react to what he was seeing. He wasn't sure if he couldn't move because of the shock or because of how freaking scary Saya looked.
" *SLAM* AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! *SLAM*" Saya was knocking the girls head in with her elbow now. "*SLAM* WE HAD A KID TOGETHER!*SLAM* *SLAM* AND NEXT YEAR WOULD"VE BEEN ARE 7TH*SLAM**BOOM*KICK* FREAKIN *SMACK*SMACK* WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!"
"Of course I'm recording it! You think I'm an idiot?" Renji yelled into the Kurosaki house phone while he used his IPhone to videotape the beating.
"AND WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COMING AROUND HERE HUH?! I WARNED YOU ON THE PHONE NOT SET FOOT NEAR THE KUROSAKI'S! HOW DARE YOU BREATH THE SAME AIR AS THE GOOD PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE!" Saya started bashing Orihime's face into the ground again. "SKAaaaAANK!"
"Saya that's enough!" Ichigo knew he had to step in, before the floor took any more damage. He ran over and tucked one arm around the crazed woman's waist and grabbed her wrist before she could smash Orihime's skull again.
"JUST DIE! JUST STOP BREATHING!" Saya kicked and scratched to get at Orihime again, but Ichigo's hold on her was strong. "YOU HEAR ME? I WANT YOU DEAD! YOU DAMN DIRTY WHORE! WHY ARE YOU STILL BREATHING?!"
"Calm down!" Ichigo struggled to contain her. As he fought to keep his arms fastened around her waist, he saw a rush of sea-foam green scurry down the stairs.
"YOU'RE GONNA NEED IMPLANTS FOR YOUR FACE BEFORE A GUY SO MUCH AS LOOKS AT YOU AGAIN!" she cried as Ichigo hauled her away from her victim. "YOUR ASS IS GRAS—!"
"—Mama…?"
Saya let out a rush of air as she saw her daughter at the foot of the stairs, just beyond where the beaten redhead lay. Saya stood still with her chest heaving and Ichigo still locked on her.
"Nel…" Saya straightened up and stepped away from Ichigo. Her mind was in chaos. Nel shouldn't be seeing her like this. "Munchkin…."
"Mama, wah happened?" Nel stared up at her with enormous eyes. In a panic, Saya dug into the first excuse her unbalanced brain could muster.
"It…it was an accident…There's been… an accident—a terrible accident!" Saya forced herself to smile at Nel. "But it's gonna be alright sweetie..I just …She needs a doctor stat! Go back upstairs with Yuzu, Nel! I don't want you to see this!" Saya ran over to Orihime, but as soon as she laid eyes on the girl, her anger returned. "What a terrible tragedy!" she accidentally stepped on one of Orihime's hands. "She must be in such pain! How—" Ichigo heard something pop as Saya lugged the mush of a body to it's feet—"Horrible! I'm gonna take her into surgery right away! Don't worry Nel, your Mama's got it all under control!"
Everyone stared at Saya's overly happy smile as she dragged her 'patient' into the Clinic.
"Was that person's face missing Itsygo? Nel couldn't tell?" the toddler looked up at the tall ginger.
"Uh..I don't know Nel, it's a mystery," Ichigo said guiltily. "Why don't you go back upstairs like your Mom said….Karin, could you take her?"
Karin obeyed, no questions asked, and took Nel up the stairs.
"What?" Renji repeated into the phone. "…No it's over. She's stashing the body right now."
"She's not dead ,Renji," Ichigo frowned.
"Not yet," Renji scoffed and then continued talking to Rukia. "…yah yah I'm sending it to you…No, he didn't say anything. He's just being a smartass like usual…"
Ichigo sighed at his buddy and stared in the direction of the Clinic. He had no idea Saya was capable of that level of rage. Guess Rukia was right…she had been bottling up her anger… And that was putting it lightly. Watching Saya blow up like that was like being face to face with the Incredible Hulk…the PMS'ing She-Hulk.
He couldn't blame her. What Grimmjow had done was the lowest of the low. And to confess it like that on television in front of all those people….
"That fucking prick," he cussed again. He hoped Saya was gonna be ok. He had no idea how he could help her.
He convinced himself he needed to check on her in the Clinic, so he marched towards the office. Just as he was about to enter, Saya almost ran into him, but stepped backwards just in time. Her jaw tightened bitingly and she flashed her storming bluish-green eyes in the opposite direction.
"…Hey," he looked at her warily. "Are you um…"
"Yeah," she answered sharply. "I'm fine. I just…don't think I'm gonna be much help to Isshin because…I keep…wanting to hurt that girl…" she bared her teeth in a failed attempt at a smile.
I just want her DEAD! She couldn't control the train of obscenities and homicidal thoughts reeling through her brain about her ex-husband and his whores, but no one else needed to know that.
I'm gonna hunt them all down and steamroll every last one of those sluts he's been screwing and get my own personal Batman to reap justice on all their asses! AND THEN I'LL KILL HIM! Or maybe I'll just super glue a chastity belt to him? OR PUT HIS ENTIRE LOWER HALF IN CEMENT! MUWAHAHAHAHAH! YES! AHAHAHAH! YES THAT'S IT! EXCELLENT! EXCELLENT!
"I need some air." She gave Ichigo an even wider, overly reassuring smile and went to the door. "Im just going to run to the store, I'll be back for Nel in an hour or so. You need anything? You like chocolate right? It's your favorite isn't it? Great, I'll get you some!" She was gone before Ichigo could even get a word in.
"Damn it all…" he gripped the doorframe of the office, hunched in thought.
Saya was going completely insane and he had no way of stopping it. What could he do? It wasn't his place anyhow, to butt in and try to talk her through this crap Grimmjow had just sprung on her.
He cracked his knuckles agitatedly.
"Ahh screw it," he turned on his heel and ran out of the house. "Saya!" He looked and saw her car was gone. "Dammit! Where the hell did she go!?"
He wasn't gonna let her deal with this by herself, no matter what kind of excuses she gave him.
He dashed back inside.
"Renji! I need your van!"
…..
…..….To Be Continued…..
So serious chapter, not sure if I took it to far. Please let me know if I did, cuz this really took a dark turn. Grimmjow is a scumbag, Orihime almost died, and Renji and Rukia are flirting the whole time. But I have a fate sealed for Grimmjow, it's few chapters away, but it's coming. And I promise they won't be this dark again!
THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL YOUR READS! And PLEASE leave a review if you want me to do a flashback of Grimmjow and Saya's first date. I don't know if you guys actually like reading that stuff or if I should just stick to the main storyline. LET ME KNOW. I need to hear if you guys want me to continue.
Next Chapter: She's Lying Itsygo!
