Welcome to another chapter! I'm having fun writing this and thankfully have a small break between summer classes and fall semester. Everything is so crazy Stateside with this pandemic going on, but I hope you all are finding ways to take care of yourself with any healthy positive outlet.
My Bleach binge should continue soon hopefully…if you want, don't be shy and review! Thank you.
Ichigo was getting restless. Hours of security training did not do well for his anxiety. Lecturer after lecturer discussed different threats, new stalking technology, and the difficulties law enforcement had with catching predators.
It was enough to make Ichigo want to go to Grimmjow's, throw away all electronic devices, and lock the doors to the outside world.
Of course, that was unrealistic though. Ichigo glanced at the clock. The last speaker for the day should be winding down soon. He and the other people in the room were beginning to feel all the same tiredness. The day was good for networking though Ichigo wasn't really sure how serious he wanted to go into security. Sure, his job wasn't so bad though the personnel (Grimmjow) had an ego problem, but…it wasn't like he had to guard the president or anyone like that.
Either way, the man stood around afterwards and shook hands with a few people he recognized from these boring events. Older men commented that he had potential to start his own business or could get signed under theirs. Ichigo just shrugged and pocketed multiple business cards. He sorted them behind Matsumoto's. He groaned as he looked at it. Grimmjow was probably scheduled for some new shoot soon especially with how his wounds were healing up.
"Hey, you're Kurosaki, right?" the young man's thoughts were interrupted.
He looked up and saw Soi Fon. She was a big name in the security world and knew Urahara as well—even though they weren't necessarily friends.
Ichigo stuck out his hand. "Yes, how are you?"
She shook his hand and straightened out her jacket. "I'm fine." She paused and looked around. "I am a bit curious about your question from earlier. You don't have a stalker on your hands, do you?"
Ichigo groaned at the mention. He wasn't sure what to think for sure. He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was pretty sure that this was just a very passionate fan, but…" he rubbed his neck, "I just have a feeling."
The woman nodded. "Well, those can get very dangerous quickly if you don't catch them." She straightened up and smiled a bit despite her normally cold nature. "You're doing well for the position you're in. Most people here wouldn't know how to handle a celebrity like Jaegerjaquez especially with so much publicity at times."
Ichigo grumbled. "Yeah and the bastard-," he paused reminding himself to keep it professional. "Yeah well his love for stardom doesn't make it easy. I'm happy he's been staying in the house though. Makes my job easier."
Soi Fon chuckled a bit. "You sure about that?"
Ichigo raised a brow. "What do you mean?" he glanced at his phone and saw a message from Aizen: "Do you know why paparazzi has spotted Grimmjow at the beach?"
Ichigo stared at the phone in disbelief. Oh fuck me. He grabbed his hair and groaned. "I'm going to kill him."
The way Grimmjow saw it, this wasn't his fault. Okay, so yes he was on a yacht surrounded by girls, models, alcohol, with party music blasting and lights flashing. BUT it wasn't his plan to be out there.
After Ichigo had left, he had seen a message from one of his old buddies during his early days. Grant it, the last time he had seen Nnoitra they nearly fought over something stupid with both of them not being able to back down from a challenge. Last Grimmjow heard, the man was opening up a string of clubs at an alarming rate, but…that wasn't Grimmjow's business entirely.
Anyway, he accepted the invitation to lunch because apparently Aizen's rule that he could feed himself was his loophole to freedom without his babysitter. So the fighter met his friend at some sushi beach bar, and they talked and drank. But then some people came that Nnoitra knew and then there were more drinks and then wind of a party thrown by some business partner of Nnoitra's. And now…here we are.
Grimmjow didn't know how much he missed partying. He was afraid he was almost turning into an introverted homebody. Grimmjow danced and flirted as he moved through the crowd. Some people he would recognize from other fighting or celebrity related events. He wasn't one to really mingle too much, but again, it's been awhile.
He was feeling up to one particularly bold woman when suddenly his vision was gone, and he could feel someone even taller than him leaning against his back.
Hot breath was on his neck and an appealing voice in his ear. "Hey big boy, why don't I show you where the real fun is at?"
Now, Grimmjow wasn't easy to tame, but you know what they say about curiosity and the cat and all. So he allowed the stranger to maneuver him through the mass of people and into the interior of the boat. Once they were in the elevator, Grimmjow tried to remove the hands to see his captor, but all he got was a chuckled and, "ah ah, not yet. You don't want to ruin your surprise."
So he waited another minute and noticed how much quieter the lower deck was. All he could feel was the bass and other vibrations from the party upstairs. Grimmjow heard a door open and stepped in. Due to his temporary blindness, he was starting to notice a familiar smell of an Italian cologne. Why do I know that smell- oh shit!
Grimmjow could suddenly see and standing in the middle of the luxury bedroom was a very annoyed bodyguard who was dressed in an Italian jacket with a brown coat and pressed pants. A few buttons were undone at the top, and he simply glared at the fighter.
He sighed and walked over to the taller man who finally Grimmjow turned to see. The man was some Russian god who looked like he participated in the World's Strongest Man competition. He wasn't necessarily Grimmjow's type but impressive nonetheless.
Ichigo reached into his pocket and handed the man some cash and what looked to be a business card. He sighed. "Thanks so much. Sorry for the trouble."
The other man shrugged and smiled. "No worries. He was no problem at all." He looked at the card. "I can reach you at this number?"
Ichigo nodded. "I'll answer the call."
The giant man grinned and licked his lips. "I'd love to take you out now."
Ichigo smiled and gestured with his head to Grimmjow. "I'd love to, but I have to teach my Kitty here a lesson." And with that he closed and locked the door to ensure they had some privacy.
Immediately as the door closed, Ichigo's scowl was back in place and looked up at Grimmjow. He cussed under his breath and moved back in front of the bed and tossed off his jacket. He rubbed both sides of his neck. "I'm going to fucking kill you."
Grimmjow regained some stability after the rather interesting scene displayed in front of him. "You paid him off?" he growled a bit.
Ichigo sighed. "Yes asshole. The only reason he got you was because I paid him. You're fucking lucky I had the decency to find someone who had no clue who you were to drag you down here." He cussed. "Anyway! All I wanted to do was go home and take a hot shower and now I'm standing in a boat in the fucking ocean because someone needed to get his dick touched."
"First of all, Berry, it was not my plan to come out here; it kinda just happened." Grimmjow looked down at aggressively annoyed eyes. "Fuck you. I don't need to explain myself to you. Not like you actually care anyway."
Ichigo didn't know what to say at first. He sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes. He had already spent most of his day in a boring long conference. Then, he had to track down which beach Grimmjow was at, dodge paparazzi, pay off some dude to ride to the yacht, then find someone clueless about the country's celebrities in order to lure him in here so he could chew the man out. Now, Grimmjow was playing the feelings card.
"Look, I get that you needed to get out. I absolutely agree," Ichigo sighed. "I already got my ass chewed out from Aizen along with the threats to my job, so it's whatever. Your leash is getting a bit longer as you would so elegantly say it."
Grimmjow grinned wildly. "Really?"
"Yes, but come on. I'm dragging you home. I'm tired, and we need to get off this boat." Ichigo grumbled.
Grimmjow snickered and looked down at the man. "Eh come on Berry, let's stay a little longer. I could find you someone to have fun with. That guy looked like a ready and willing boy toy." He laughed and gripped on the man's shoulder.
Ichigo pushed him away. "Fuck no, that guy's not even my type."
Grimmjow's eyes lit up a bit, and Ichigo blushed. "Oh really? Then what's your type?" he grinned.
Ichigo glanced up and shook his head. "Come on before I call Aizen and tell him to lock you in a cage and let you out only to fight and train." He headed towards the door with Grimmjow laughing and following behind him.
Meanwhile, a pair of eyes stared intently at multiple screens that featured different angles and shots of Grimmjow throughout the day. There were some from him driving, some from his lunch, and a few of him dancing the on the deck. The shady figure was glued in and eyes wandered from screen to screen. The fighter was their obsession. It was so nice to look from afar and enjoy the view, but they needed to get closer. They needed to make contact. They were so bold with the basket, but they wished the effort was better acknowledged. They needed to have Grimmjow for themselves—to see and be recognized.
So Ichigo was back on babysitter duty. When this was all said and done, he needs to make sure he has bodyguard, driver, and celebrity babysitter all on his resume. Grant it, living with the fighter was already a bit of a push, but Ichigo had forgotten how much of a pain Grimmjow could be when he was out the house. It seemed the man had interpreted Ichigo's leash extension as it being totally gone. So Ichigo was back to chasing after him and bringing him home after long nights of partying.
Like now.
Ichigo cussed under his breath as he followed the drunk man to the car. "I fucking hate you." He grumbled. Ichigo was praying that the raging party animal would soon exit Grimmjow's system. He was even tempted to use himself and their promised fight as a way to get him to calm down and sober up.
"You love me!" Grimmjow called back before tripping on the ground.
Ichigo cussed and stared at him. He was tempted to leave him there; however, he had a job to do. Grimmjow was bouncing between a close acquaintance and friend, so it wouldn't be right to leave him leave him there on the ground. He sighed. Then in the dark night he saw a flash from up high in a building. Ichigo peer in the direction but couldn't see anything. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. He quickly went over to the man and lifted him on his shoulders. "Grimmjow, you just attract trouble." He mumbled more to himself than anyone. Ichigo carried them to the care and placed him in the backseat. "No more partying." He said sternly and pointed at him.
Grimmjow groaned and rested his head on the seat. "Whatever. You're just jealous."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Of what? Your recklessness?"
Grimmjow looked up and grinned. "Why'd ya pull me off that girl, Strawberry? Getting jealous?" he laughed.
Fight the blush. Ichigo scowled more. "Shut up. It's passed your bedtime." He jumped slightly when he saw another flash.
Grimmjow noticed and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing—paparazzi or something. Let's get you home." Ichigo replied. He tried to turn away, but his collar was grabbed. He turned to see irritated blue eyes, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this one.
Grimmjow pulled him closer. "Why do you keep lyin' ta me? You know I don't like that shit."
Ichigo swallowed but couldn't look away. Everyone had their peeves, and Ichigo was fully aware of Grimmjow's. Of course, he rarely had any reason to lie to him, but following orders and all that, he didn't really want to tell him that there was more than likely a stalker who was getting pretty comfortable following them around. He tried to hold his ground. "I'm telling you; it's paparazzi. You haven't been out causing chaos in awhile, so they're just following you around." Grimmjow smirked, and that wasn't a good sign.
"Paparazzi, huh?" he chuckled. "If that's the case, then I better see this in the papers." And with that, he pulled on Ichigo's collar and closed the space between for a kiss. It wasn't long before the shock ran its course through Ichigo's body, and he pulled back before glowing red. He slammed the door before getting into the driver's seat. "No need to be shy, Kurosaki. I wouldn't mind more."
Ichigo's brain was screaming. Grimmjow seemed to be trying out new torture tactics, and he'd be damned if he let the man know it rattled him up. It took every fiber and the nerve screaming 'Danger' for the Ichigo to step back, but he had to. Grimmjow was an asshole, and Ichigo wasn't set on dealing with unnecessary emotions while there was someone out there keeping tabs on the two. "Shut up, Grimmjow. You're drunk." That would be his excuse for a while. The handsome fighting Casanova probably just needed to get all that pent-up energy out. Ichigo rolled his eyes as he started to car with Grimmjow's laughing ringing in his ears.
The drive home was relatively quiet minus the snickers coming from the back and the gears churning in Ichigo's brain. He can think about the kiss in bed later that night. Right now, he was more concerned with the known threat that was Grimmjow's stalker. He wanted to find the pest and throw them in a jail cell. Who knew who the guy was, but Ichigo didn't want anything bad to happen at all. It was Ichigo's job to keep Grimmjow safe no matter how difficult that could be at times.
Ichigo parked the car and got out. He watched as Grimmjow managed to step out and walk to the front of the vehicle. "Do you need help?" he asked every bit annoyed and tired.
Grimmjow grinned and winked. "Why? Wanna join me in bed?" he laughed. "You're always welcomed."
Ichigo shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. "Good night, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow found him on the roof.
He had a pestering headache and decided it was best to have some fun by messing with his lovely bodyguard to get him hype for the day. In all honestly, Grimmjow was dreading the upcoming week. With two more fights coming up, he wasn't surprised when Aizen called and told him he was going to be training at some fancy isolated gym in the mountains. Apparently, he had to get ready for the next one, and Aizen felt a change of scenery was appropriate. Grimmjow figured this is why he was able to go out and have his fun. He couldn't see civilization for who knows how long.
"Oi, what the hell are you doing?" he called up to the young man who was sitting on the roof with a pair of binoculars.
Ichigo didn't move. "Shouldn't you be hungover or something?" he yelled back.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. Despite his rather flirtatious mood, he wasn't that drunk last night just in a mood…to kiss his bodyguard maybe. He didn't know. "What the fuck are ya looking at?"
Ichigo sighed. He was trying to figure out how the hell this stranger one, got through the gate and two, map out any areas the cameras might have missed. Ichigo really did hate those security meetings; they made him paranoid even within reason. He moved the binoculars and looked down at Grimmjow. He shook his head. "Have you ever heard of clothes?"
"I think you're the only one who complains about my gorgeous physic. That babe last night wasn't." He grinned.
Fuck, how much of last night did he remember? "Ok ok, I won't interfere your next conquest jeez." He sat back down. He couldn't figure it out. Cameras were where they needed to be, and he just updated the software security. Maybe he needed to look around the house. He glared down at Grimmjow. Handsome bastard making my job difficult.
"Whatever. I'm going on my jog." Grimmjow grumbled. He liked getting a rise out of Ichigo. It was no fun when the man was all high-strung. Grimmjow knew there was something fishy going on, but he couldn't figure it out. He wasn't trying to toss and turn about it.
Ichigo watched the man walk away. He glared up at the bright blue morning sky. He didn't like the feeling swirling in his gut. He was aware that Grimmjow could definitely fight, but that didn't mean there wasn't some psycho out there who wouldn't go through great lengths to start some crazy shit and hurt Grimmjow. Ichigo was naturally protective, so the red alarms he saw weren't making things better.
Suddenly, Ichigo's phone flashed and buzzed. He glared at it and picked it up. He saw the email notification which was weird considering this was his work phone. He opened it and was surprised by the rather colorful language and threats against the man. Attached was a photo from last night of Grimmjow's rather…interesting attempt of testing Ichigo's patience. Ichigo was initially shocked, but then he chuckled.
If he had to be bad guy to drag out this creep, then that's what Ichigo will do.
*Me tapdancing around this T rating because I'm indecisive*
It's been a while, but I've gotten the need to write some smut out. I have a GrimmIchi oneshot done if you wanna check that out.
I'm trying to get this story pushing and going, so I hope you're enjoying it. Thanks for reading and please review if you feel so inclined.
