Hello people. I am quite new to the world of Bleach FF (if anyone is a long-time follower, you know I write a lot for Fairy Tail. Also hi). I am currently rewatching the series which hit me with feels for this ship that I somehow missed the first time around. I wrote this first chapter on tumblr to try it out, and it was fairly well received. This first chapter doesn't really go off from the prompt—just longer and hopefully fits my longer fic style better. I decided to write more really because someone asked lol. I already am taking four summer classes, have a job, started a vlog, so there's really nothing more to do except add more to my plate.
I do not know how often this will update or be, but I know I will finish it (as I do with my other fics). Feel free to suggest ideas, comment, share, and review. I read them all and appreciate it. But enough of me talking. You want to read some Grimmichi don't cha?
Grimmjow spit out the bloody gauze from his mouth and that signature grin was smacked on his face. "Shit, I can still hear the crowds. They love me!" he snickered. From the private locker room there was a gentle rumble that shook the walls coming from the crowd of over a thousand spectators who were still feeding off the adrenaline from what they just witnessed.
"Well the victory was well earned. You looked like you were in trouble there for a minute." Grimmjow's trainer, Shawlong, replied and finished cleaning up Grimmjow's wounds.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was currently undefeated for last year and was on his way to take the Middleweight title. He was a cocky bastard who was nicknamed "The Panther" for his fast moves and stalking actions when looking for an opening. Things were looking up this year as endorsements and side gigs were coming his way. However, he wanted, no needed, to secure that championship title. It would be the cherry on top. He would be the king of the octagon and defend his title until they kicked him out.
Grimmjow kissed his teeth. "Tch, shut it. I was doing fine." he grumbled. He heard a chuckled and glared at the source.
The only complaints Grimmjow had besides no title came in the form of an orange-haired brat named Kurosaki Ichigo who was currently paying more attention to the game in his hands and the chocolate piece in his mouth. He had been working with Grimmjow's team since the fighter had taken a break and returned for his winning streak.
"Why is this bastard here again?" Grimmjow complained and sneered.
Aizen chimed in. "For your protection. You know you have some rowdy fans and plenty of enemies. I don't want anyone hurting you outside of the octagon." he explained all too calmly.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "If someone tryna pull a fast one on a UFC fighter they can just get what's comin' fer them." he stood up and put on his shirt. "Besides, are we sure this brat can even do his job properly? He ain't even paying attention. Can he throw a decent punch?" Again, there was a cocky chuckle.
Ichigo stretched and pocketed his game into his suit pocket. "I promise I can hold my own against you. That's why I was hired."
"Bullshit. Me? You're biting more than you can chew, Strawberry." Grimmjow pressed.
"Watch your mouth or you'll be needing Shawlong to add some bandages to that pretty stupid face of yours." Ichigo threatened and the typical scowl was plastered on. He visibly tensed and straightened his back.
"I appreciate the compliment. Unfortunately for you, I plan on getting a chick tonight once this is all over." Grimmjow shot back. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on.
Aizen finally stepped in. "Guys enough." He tossed a set of keys at Ichigo. "Take him home tonight." He pointed at Ichigo then shifted to the other man. "Grimmjow, no clubbing."
"What!" the men shouted in unison. "Doesn't he have a driver?" Ichigo argued. "Why can't I go out?"
Aizen only smiled. "We only have three matches before Grimmjow challenges for the title, and I don't want anything happening to him. The driver can go on a vacation, and I know you want the cash. You'll get a raise." To emphasize this, he handed a letter enveloped to the young man.
"That's a low blow..." Ichigo mumbled and pocketed the letter and twirled the keys around his finger.
"And Grimmjow, I don't need you out making a bad image for yourself. There's a limit to how much of a bad boy people want to see." Aizen explained. He stood up and fixed his suit cuffs. "See you gentlemen in a couple weeks. Good night." he then left the room.
Ichigo rubbed his neck. "Guess you're not getting laid tonight."
Grimmjow thew a towel, but Ichigo caught it.
Apparently, Aizen wanted Ichigo as a live-in driver/bodyguard because Grimmjow found the boy was always closer than he thought. Thankfully, his bachelor pad was big enough for a family, and there was a separate building that was almost the size of a single home itself. Ichigo took up temporary residence there. The residency was a desert villa with stone-looking walls, cacti, a rock garden, and a large blue pool that was like an oasis. It was surely enough for several people to come and visit for a good time. However, Grimmjow was rarely one to have guests. Which is why Grimmjow was annoyed at first when Ichigo's friends had rung his doorbell instead of going to the other building. He gave them as much attitude as he could muster, but they didn't seem too troubled.
On another occasion, he was shocked to see one of his bodyguard's friends show up in training clothes with a pair of kickboxing gloves on. Then, the one benefit of Ichigo's presence came in the form of Mr. Chad Yatsutora. Grimmjow was surprised to learn that his bodyguard did in fact take up some physical training and sparred. Chad was willing to spar with Grimmjow but insisted that he was still and up-and-coming fighter and nothing compared to the undefeated celebrity.
Grimmjow should have called bullshit.
Grimmjow chugged his water bottle and looked over as his bodyguard and his best friend chatted away after they had gone at it for about an hour. Chad still needed some help with speed, but his blows were powerful. Grimmjow rubbed on a particularly sore spot on his side.
Chad returned to Grimmjow and did a little bow. "Thank you." He was a man of simple words.
Grimmjow shook his head. "Ah, don't worry about it. You're more fun than going to the gym. They're too uptight."
Chad simply nodded and looked over at Ichigo. "You don't train with Ichigo?" he gestured towards his friend with his thumb.
Grimmjow was a bit surprised at first and laughed. "The Strawberry?" he howled. "You're kidding."
Chad shook his head. "He's good." That was all he said before bowing again then leaving with his things.
'He's good.' That rung in Grimmjow's head for a few days. Now, that he thought about it, Ichigo did seem to keep up during the endurance training the fighter did at home. Grimmjow would run miles in the neighborhood, and Ichigo would only be trailing by a few yards saying that he needed to keep an eye out for his surroundings. Ichigo would occasionally spot for Grimmjow in case he thought the man was pushing his boundaries at home with no Shawlong to watch his weight training. Grimmjow was sure that Ichigo was fit well enough to have some of his own fights, but the man would never step into a practice ring with him. He wanted to change that.
A few nights later, Grimmjow walked down stairs and spotted the young man in his kitchen—the other building didn't have everything. Ichigo felt his presence and turned. "Do you believe in clothes?" addressing Grimmjow's nowhere-to-be-found shirt.
Grimmjow wanted to get annoyed, but he had a mission. "Shut it, you like it." he mumbled. He watched as Ichigo fixed himself a bowl of cereal. "Fight me." the words came out before he could stop.
Ichigo lazily looked up at him before shoving a spoon in his mouth and shaking his head. "No."
"Why not?"
"Kinda stupid for a bodyguard to hurt the person he's meant to protect." Ichigo answered before going back to enjoying his cereal as he leaned on the counter.
Grimmjow wasn't going to budge. "Oh what protecting? I'm fine."
Ichigo raised a brow before placing his bowl down and reaching into his basketball shorts for a phone. He unlocked it and pulled up a gallery folder before tossing the phone. "Those are photos that vary from stalkers, paparazzi, suspicious vehicles, and the occasional bold fan that thinks they can climb a wall."
Grimmjow swiped through them while Ichigo went back to his cereal. "How come I never knew this?"
"It's my job to make sure nothing crazy happens. You train and fight, and I keep the weirdos away."
Grimmjow didn't want to admit it, but he had a point. He handed back the phone. "I don't care about that right now. I want to fight you. I need a challenge, and your buddy has his own fights to prepare for." he paused. "What's the problem, Strawberry? Ya scared?"
Ichigo glared at him. "Watch it. Aizen, isn't here to protect you."
"I think you're forgetting which one of is an undefeated professional fighter."
"And one of us has the job of protecting said fighter." Ichigo then grinned. "I also ain't the one begging for a fight."
"Oi, I don't beg Kurosaki."
Ichigo chugged his cereal milk and wiped his mouth. "Keep that pretty face of yours in check. I don't want to be the one who messes it up." And with that he walked away and left out the backdoor.
Grimmjow wanted to chase after him. His instincts were ringing loudly that Ichigo might be the challenge that he needed to get ready for his next fight. He was annoyed and irritable. He obsessed over a challenging contender, and Ichigo might have been what he needed to satiate his desires.
Ichigo was back in a suit and sat boredly as he watched Grimmjow tear through his training. He went through drills, exercises, and sparring opponents. He was having a bad attitude day. Ichigo thought about his proposal from the other night. Months ago, Old man Urahara recommended he take the bodyguard position as a way for him to get some type of career going. The old man also said he was tired of patching up Ichigo from his fights with local gangsters, and that he could at least surround himself with some legal fights.
Ichigo wasn't so keen on the idea, but he wanted a change of pace, and he could help his sisters save for school. Aizen came along after Urahara suggested him. Aizen happened upon a video of Ichigo putting in some work on some thugs who had tried to rob an old lady. Once Aizen learned that he also trained with Chad, he took on the candidate. Of course, Ichigo had to go through vigorous security training and could tell you more about doors and windows than you knew existed. He kept up with the sparring and took on some other fight training to keep him sharper than the average lunatic fan.
He did enjoy watching Grimmjow's fights, but he knew the man for the attitude and temper he had. They clashed and argued all the time, and that only settled a little since Chad presented as a chance to get some steam out for both of them. (A/N: Poor Chad lol)
Ichigo caught a water bottle tossed his way. "Take your clothes off." Grimmjow growled at him breathing heavily and sweating. He glared at him from the practice ring.
Okay, Ichigo did blush slightly at that. "Take me to dinner at least first." He ducked from a flying glove. "What the hell man?"
"I ain't taking no for an answer, Kurosaki. You can fight. I know it. I'm tired of waiting. So get in that damn locker room or take me home and we'll do it there."
Ichigo was stunned at first, but he knew he couldn't avoid it this time. He tossed the keys out from his pocket and twirled them around his finger. "Alright, pretty boy. Don't complain if you get hurt."
"Hell yeah, Kurosaki."
The driver home was a blur of cars that as Ichigo frantically maneuvered in and out of lanes. It only added to his adrenaline and tension between the man in the back seat who didn't even dress out of his gym clothes. Grimmjow looked like a kid on the way to the amusement park—only with darker intentions. He nearly jumped out the car before it parked, and nearly dragged Ichigo to his side of the house.
Ichigo slapped the other's hand away. "Damn, that excited to get your ass beat?" he asked as he started to unravel his tie and unbutton his dress shirt.
"Keep talking kid." Grimmjow shot back. He waited outside while Ichigo changed. He could feel his heart pumping and his hands shook slightly with excitement. Grimmjow was always one to trust his instincts. He knew a fighter when he saw one. Ichigo just happened to keep whatever inner beast he had tamed on a tight leash and locked in a cage. Grimmjow had a feeling this fight would be fun. Even as much as he talked, he didn't care about a win or loss. He just wanted to see what this man could do.
Ichigo emerged with a white tee, black shorts, and a pair of sparring gloves on. He had a slight grin on his face as he walked past Grimmjow and headed towards the gym in the main house. Grimmjow took out his phone and connected it to the speakers in the gym. He put on his spar playlist. Ichigo could hear music as they approached the room.
"Gotta set the mood for your epic defeat." Grimmjow snickered.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and opened the door to the gym. He immediately stopped in his tracks.
"What the hell Kurosaki?" Ichigo shifted to side slightly, so Grimmjow could see what he was looking at. "Oh fuck," Grimmjow cussed under his breath.
In all his calm mysterious glory, Aizen stood by the practice ring. He looked up at the men and smiled. A shiver ran down both their spines. Aizen looked around at the gym and rolled his neck side to side.
"You know gentlemen, I get a call that you two left practice early, and I hoped that I would come by and see you eating in the kitchen or even with your tongue down each other's throats." Aizen's voice raised slightly as he spoke. He took a deep breath and chuckled as he noticed the contrast between Ichigo's blushing yet slightly terrified face and Grimmjow's annoyed one. "But of course, I am a smart man." His voice darkened. "Ichigo,"
The young man straightened up. "Yes sir."
"If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be." Aizen smiled. Ichigo gulped and nodded. "Great," he smiled. He swung his suit jacket over one of his shoulders. "Grimmjow, relieve that tension of yours. Go see a friend or something." He walked towards the door, and the two men parted.
"I'll see you before your fight in a few weeks. I'm always watching gentlemen." Aizen left on that ominous note.
After a silent minute, Ichigo let out a deep breath. "I can't believe I almost let you get me fired." He mumbled.
Grimmjow grumbled. "You sure we can't still fight? Not like he has cameras everywhere."
Ichigo gave him a look, but he didn't confirm or deny it. "No, you fighting addict." He turned towards the door. "Come on, we'll get some food or something."
Grimmjow wanted to scream. So close yet so far from fulfilling his heart's desire. Damn that Aizen.
Brownie points for whoever can guess correctly where that line Aizen said to Ichigo is from. I feel kinda bad for cutting off their fight, but I assure you it will happen. Just need to build some plot and base interactions.
I also don't know what to rate this yet. We're gonna stick with T until further notice. There will be some language and probably description of fighting related wounds. If anyone thinks its too graphic, simply say so, and I'll change it.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please read & review. Thanks!
