Grimmjow clenched and unclenched his fists, as he walked up to the empty toilet block. Peeking in, he saw no sign of anyone and slipped into the building. As Grimmjow peeked around, he caught something moving in the corner of his eye. As Grimmjow turned, he saw a familiar Berry. His hands in another familiar figure's white hair as he bobbed up and down, with Ichigo crying out in moans and small groans.
Grimmjow felt his world slowly disintegrate.
oooooOooooo
A week later and Grimmjow couldn't get that image out of his head. That white haired bastard had has grubby hands all over Kurosaki. Not to mention his mouth as well.
And there was Grimmjow.
Under covers and blankets in his room, cowering like a puppy that was hiding from his owner after doing something wrong.
Nel came and went, shouting and trying to get Grimmjow off his ass, but that never worked. That shit hole of a school called each day he wasn't there, but he frankly did not give a flying fuck.
He'd basically said good-bye to his chances of actually getting an education.
Aizen wouldn't be happy.
Shit.
Grimmjow opened his eyes.
It was a fuckin' Friday and he still hadn't moved from his bed.
How fuckin' pathetic was that.
Now someone was knocking at his door.
They can fuck off. He wasn't in the mood for other people.
Standing and stretching out, the feline father walked out of his room and grunted. His apartment was looking like shit. His school bag was thrown across the floor and his sheet work scattered around and it didn't help that half of it looked like Wolverine had attacked his text books in a frenzy.
Sitting down on his couch, avoiding the springs hanging out of it, he couldn't help but feel really hungry.
Maybe because he hadn't gotten up for days.
After finally finding some decent pieces of bread, that weren't that moldy or stale, Grimmjow had sat down and thrown together a poorly made sandwich, which consisted of jam and cream cheese he had found at the back of the fridge.
If this didn't give him a bad case of food poisoning, he didn't know what would then.
oooooOooooo
Ichigo had a fairly good week. After Shiro seeing him last week, everything had been a breeze. No Grimmjow to torture him, even though he hadn't done anything bad in a while.
Speaking of Grimmjow, Ichigo couldn't help but wonder where the blue haired prick had run off to. He didn't want to ask around, because that would raise the suspicion of his little group, that Kurosaki, the one that Grimmjow loved to prey on, was asking where his torturer was. Sure, because he was apparently the biggest masochist. Gotta love the pain of black eyes and bruises! What a turn on!
Psh.
Being sarcastic wasn't one of Ichigo's good points in life.
Shiro was probably the opposite, since he loves giving his partner a beating. Not in that reference, giving them a slap around, you sickos. Also he was the one for giving love bites and hickeys, which didn't go away for weeks.
This was why Ichigo was currently wearing a scarf.
The purple blotch on his skin that creeped up his neck didn't help that it was summer and here he was looking like a hipster that couldn't tell the difference between each season.
"..Mother fucker.." Ichigo breathed out and looked down to his desk.
"Was that input to the class discussion, Ichigo?" Ichigo flinched and looked up, with Mayuri watching him, no, more like glaring at him.
"...No sir.." Ichigo sighed out and put his head down on the table. He couldn't remember what they were learning about. He just wanted to go to sleep.
oooooOooooo
'..I get up around seven
Get outta bed around nine
And I don't worry about nothin' no
Cause worryin's a waste of my...time
The show usually starts around seven
We go on stage around nine
Get on the bus about eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been knockin'
He won't leave me alone..'
"Argh, who the fuck is callin' me!" Slamming his hand over his phone, Grimmjow put it to his ear after answering. "What."
"Grimmjow, I'd refrain from answering the phone in that tone, especially to me." A cold stern voice replied, completely washing dread over Grimmjow's body.
"F-Father..sorry, I thought it was Nnoitra.. how can I help you?" Grimmjow felt his saliva dry up in his mouth. He was going to cop a beating from him..
"Now, wasn't that hard. I require to see you. I have been notified about your absences from your schooling." Grimmjow froze. Fuck!
"..Uhh..well..I haven't..been so well.." Grimmjow was tripping over his own fuckin' tongue!
"Nonsense. You will not lie to me. I will be seeing you tomorrow and you will be on your best behaviour, or I will make you go to school wearing casts, Grimmjow." The way he said his name. Felt like a cold dagger slowly running it's course across your neck. "You have had to do that, didn't you? You're lucky I didn't rip your arm off, after you pulled that little stunt."
Grimmjow tried to swallow back his fear. Of course he couldn't forget that day. The day he stood up to his own Father.
"..I'll be there..just give me a time and place.." Grimmjow mentally cringed and wrote down the details, before hanging up.
oooooOooooo
Ichigo felt the sun beat down on his face. He just wanted to get home and strip out of his uniform.
This heat can go and kiss his ass.
After making his way into his room, trying not to collapse on the floor, Ichigo found himself laying in his bed, thinking of a certain blue haired brute.
Argh, this blue haired dick head had been in his head, messing with his fantasies.
All he could picture was the gay hating asshole giving him head..
Not that 'little Ichigo' minded, but big Ichigo did!
He was with Shiro, not that..that.. He couldn't think of anymore insults.
"..Bastard.." He growled out and sighed, rolling over and looking out his bed side window.
Then his phone rang.
"Hello?" Ichigo answered, a bit confused about the number, since it came up as private.
"Kurosaki Ichigo? You applied for the mail hand position at the Arrancar Industries, a number of weeks ago."
Ichigo grinned. This was the first person to actually call him back for a job interview. "Yes!..uhh..yes, that was me." Ichigo sighed mentally. He sounded like a fucktard who was over eager.
"I would like a meeting with you at the Arrancar main office building, tomorrow. I will personally call your school and inform them of your lateness. It will be a duo interview, so expect another person there."
Right. He was going to kick the other's ass. He needed a job. He wasn't going to rely on Goat face all his life.
"I will be there. Could I have a name?"
"How rude of me. I am Aizen Sosuke, the industry owner. I look forward to seeing you, Kurosaki Ichigo."
The other line went dead.
Aizen Sosuke.
He sounded like a nice guy.
oooooOooooo
A/N: Hello! Another update for my lovely readers. Hope you enjoy. Last month and a bit have been so busy!
Lyrics belong to Guns 'N Roses, . I don't own them, so don't sue me! I'm just a sweet innocent fan! :D
Anywhore, see you next update!
PS: I know, my grammar sucks camel dicks. I proofread this so much and still the little bastards get away.
TigglyWiggly =^.^=
