Disclaimer: If I owned BLEACH there would be no need for a disclaimer in the first place. KUBO-SENSEI OWNS EVERYTHING!
Everyone has their own inner DIVA that being said Grimmjow will always be SEME and Ichigo will always be UKE in my stories.
THIS IS JUST THE WAY SLY DOES THINGS. IF YOU DID NOT LIKE IT THEN KINDLY SHOW YOURSELF TO THE EXIT. ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT THE ONLY LANGUAGE I KNOW IS ENGLISH, SADLY I DON'T KNOW FRENCH OR JAPANESE. SO JUST LET YOUR IMAGINATIONS CARRY YOU AWAY….
Warnings: AU, Japanese (anime/manga) and American high school concepts blended together, OOC-ness, cross over characters, GrimmIchi is main but other pairings are featured and/or implied, othersIchi, Grimm/others, cross dressing, viewpoint switching, flashbacks, eventual citrus.
Dedicated to: Anemone Kurosaki
Summary: Time may have passed but emotionally Grimmjow and Ichigo are still a lot like teenagers. It's not every day you receive an invitation to your former rival's coming out party.
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A teenager with spiky orange hair dressed in a navy-blue graduation gown shared a group hug with his friends before putting a perfectly tanned and toned arm around his girlfriend and setting off into the sunset on a borrowed moped.
It was a lot like a seriously bad and cliché teen flick, the only thing missing were the chirping birds and the not-so-angelic choir.
Electric blues flickered and narrowed at the scene being played out, stepping out from behind the shadows of the tree, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques sneered as his rival disappeared from his view for...well not forever but a long time.
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And when the name 'Kurosaki' next rolled off Grimmjow's lips with something other than contempt it was in the middle of a particularly harsh rainstorm.
With slippery fingers, he lifts the lid on the mailbox open and discovers a sparkly pink invitation to his former rival's coming out party.
Suddenly the fact the he's drenched like a half-drowned cat doesn't matter so much anymore.
TBC