Hey all! I've got some song requests I'm working on for this series and will be up soon hopefully! In the meantime, this story popped into my head while I was watching the music video for the song. It's my new summer obsession. Enjoy!

Song: Stitches by Shawn Mendes

Ichigo lay back on the couch, stark naked. He was holding up a framed photograph at arm's length, eying it critically. He grabbed the marker on the coffee table, pulled the cap off with his teeth and scribbled something on the photo. Smiling in satisfaction, he set everything back on the table.

Sitting up, he planted his feet on the floor and glanced about the spacious condo. Their condo.

'I thought I've been hurt before,' he sang softly, bouncing up and ambling around the table. 'But no one's ever left me quite this sore.'

He made his way to the kitchen, hands on the kitchen island. He opened up a drawer, pulled out a sharp knife and examined it. 'Your words cut deeper than a knife.' He smirked. 'Now I need someone to breathe me back to life.'

Suddenly, he pulled the drawer out all the way, spilling everything across the kitchen floor. He didn't stop there.

'Got a feel that I'm going under,' he continued as he opened up cabinets, smashed plates on the floor, poured milk all over the stove, emptied cereal across the counters and so on. 'But I know that I'll make it out alive. If I quit calling you my lover.' He spotted the ketchup bottle and, grinning, grabbed it on his way out. 'And move on.'

'You watch me bleed until I can't breathe,' he laughed as he squirted ketchup on the walls. 'Shaking, falling onto my knees,' He paused to bend down and grab his underwear off the ground. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches.'

He tossed the empty bottle aside and hopped about as he put his underwear on. 'Tripping over myself.' He stopped to look about, wondering where to go next. 'Aching, begging you to come help.' He spotted a bathroom and grinned evilly. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches.'

'Just like a moth drawn to a flame,' Ichigo sighed, mussing his hair up in front of the mirror with the mousse he got from the can nearby. 'Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain.' He picked up the toothbrush beside the sink. 'Your bitter heart cold to the touch.' Rolling his eyes, he dropped it into the toilet. 'Now I'm gonna reap what I sow. I'm left seeing red on my own.'

'Got a feeling that I'm going under,' he breathed as he yanked at the toilet paper, harder, faster. 'But I know that I'll make it out alive.' He stuffed it into the toilet. 'If I quit calling you my lover.' He flushed. The toilet bowl gurgled and began to overflow. Ichigo smiled in satisfaction. 'And move on.'

'You watch me bleed until I can't breathe.' He hopped over his pants on his way to the bedroom, leaning backwards to scoop them up. 'Shaking, falling onto my knees.' He looked into the bedroom, hands braced against the sides. His eyes softened a little as he was flooded with fond memories of the place. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches.'

He zipped his pants up, looking over the bed. He held up the knife in one hand. 'Tripping over myself.' He drove it into the pillows, pulling hard as feathers went flying. 'Aching, begging you to come help.' He continued to do the same to the other pillows. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches.'

Breathing hard, he looked around the room, wondering what he could do next. His eyes trained on the walk-in closet. He sauntered over, throwing it open.

He stood in front of a rack of clothes, chin in hand as he looked at them. 'Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head,' he whispered as he pulled out a jacket. 'Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead.'

He tossed it to the ground and continued to do that with the rest of the clothes. 'Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head. Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead.'

He went faster, chanting the same chorus over and over as he tangled ties, knotted shoelaces to other shoelaces, cut holes in some shirts while he was at it.

'Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head.' He stopped in mid-throw and inspected the shirt in his hand. It was a Rise Against t-shirt Ichigo had bought for him on his birthday. He slipped it over his bare chest and looked at himself in the mirror. Hm, not bad. He walked out of the trashed closet.

'Get you outta my head.'

'You watch me bleed until I can't breathe!' he belted out while dancing back into the living room and jumped onto the couch. 'Shaking, falling onto my knees!' He air-guitared while hopping about on the cushions. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches!'

'Tripping over myself!' He jumped off to face the bookshelf. He grinned. 'Aching, begging you to come help. Baby please!' He pushed hard and toppled it over, books flying everywhere. He rubbed his hands like wiping off invisible dust. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses, I'll be needing stiiitches!'

'And now that I'm without your kiiisses,' he sang softly as he pulled on his jacket, admiring his handiwork. 'I'll be needing stiiitches.'

His eyes finally landed on the picture frame, perched perfectly on the coffee table. He held it up. It was a picture of him and Ginjo, the man's arms wrapped around Ichigo's waist affectionately. They both were smiling, like any normal, happy couple. Except there were Sharpie-drawn horns on Ginjo's head and some of his teeth were blacked out.

Ichigo tilted his head to the side. 'And now that I'm without your kiiisses,' he sang one more time. 'I'll be needing stiiitches.'

He placed the frame back, making sure it faced the entrance so that it was the first thing anyone saw when they walked in. Way better place than the sock drawer Ginjo had stuffed it into when he brought his one night stands home.

'Had fun?' Grimmjow grinned as Ichigo walked out of the condo. Raising an eyebrow, Ichigo jumped into the convertible and the two took off.

'What gives you that idea?' the orange-haired man asked nonchalantly.

'You've got that crazy look in your eyes.'

'Got a problem with that?'

'Nah. Just saying what I love 'bout 'cha, Ichi.' Grimmjow placed a hand on his boyfriend's knee.

Ichigo smirked and leaned forward to give the blue-haired man a sensuous kiss. 'Thanks for breathing me back to life,' he murmured against his boyfriend's mouth.

Grimmjow shivered. 'You can thank me in other ways when we get home,' he said hoarsely, driving faster.

Ichigo laughed all the way back.