Chapter IV: I Need an Answer

Ichigo fidgeted in his seat glancing at the clock. It had to have been the sixth time he'd looked in the past twenty minutes, but he couldn't help himself. He was more than excited to meet Grimmjow in person, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be disappointed. He did his best to hide his smile when he noticed that it was almost three o'clock. His friend, Shinji Hirako, noticed his uneasiness and nudged him.

"What's up with you, Ichi? I know Mr. Yamamoto is boring as fuck, but damn."

"No, Shin. It's just. . .I'll tell you later," Ichigo said, just as the bell signaling the end of the day rang. Ichigo checked his phone and saw a text from Grimmjow:

I sent someone for you. He'll be waiting out front.

Ichigo felt himself smiling, which caused Shinji to look at him incredulously. Renji joined them and chuckled at Ichigo's dreamy eyes and Shinji's skeptical stare.

"What's up, guys?" he asked. Ichigo continued to stare off while Shinji answered Renji's question.

"There's something wrong with him. Can't you tell? I mean, he's smiling. It's creepy." Renji outright laughed.

"I take it you met someone?" he asked Ichigo. The orange head blushed and nodded slightly. "Is he coming here?"

"No, but. . ."

Just then, there was a loud commotion outside the school. The three teens ran outside with Ichigo leading the way. The orangette pulled up short once he saw what the cause of the commotion was. There, sitting at the front gate of the school was a ridiculously expensive looking white Maybach. A tall slender man with stylish pink hair and golden eyes stood next to the car with a sign that had Ichigo's name on it. Ichigo could feel all eyes on him as he walked towards the man.

"Ichigo Kurosaki?" he asked. The teen nodded and shook the man's outstretched hand. "I am Szayelaporro Granz, and I will be your indefinite chauffeur."

"Oh. Well, thank you," Ichigo said, politely. Szayelaporro nodded and opened the back passenger door. Ichigo looked back at Shinji and Renji, ignoring the other spectators who were still watching. "See you guys later, okay?" The two nodded, still just as dumbfounded as the rest of the crowd. Ichigo got into the car and waited for Szayel to get in the driver's seat. He waved to his friends as the car sped down the street.

"Mr. Jaegerjaquez instructed me to take you straight to his estate today, but from here on out, I'll be around to take you anywhere you want to go," Szayelaporro said, looking at Ichigo through the rearview mirror. Ichigo pondered this for a second before he shook his head.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. How about I just call you when I need you?"

"I'll have to discuss it with Mr. Jaegerjaquez, but I see no problem with that."

The car fell silent as Ichigo took in the sights around him. He couldn't help but wonder if they were moving too fast. Then again, this was a different kind of relationship. Grimmjow technically wasn't Ichigo's boyfriend. Did that mean that Ichigo was still allowed to date other people? When Ichigo thought about it, he hadn't really been interested in anyone around his town. He'd always felt that he was too young to worry about things like relationships and sex, but now, he felt that that was about to change. Ichigo wanted to have a relationship with Grimmjow. As long as their age gap didn't matter to the older man, Ichigo didn't have a problem with it either. He jumped as his phone vibrated in the pocket of his jacket. He pulled it out, skimming through all the text messages on the screen:

Renji Abarai: So, was I right, or was I right?

Shinji Hirako: I'm not even kidding, dude. Your ass better be callin me to explain that shit, or I will be killing you.

Rukia Kuchiki: Ooh, Ichi! You're gonna be in big trouble if you don't come over and tell me whose car that was and what you were doing getting into it!

Orihime Inoue: ASDFGHJKL! I want details, Ichigo! I demand the deets!

Maki Ichinose: Is there something you're not telling me?

Ichigo frowned at the last message. He'd almost completely forgotten about Maki. Although, that was quite a feat considering the guy was about as annoying as a telemarketer when a payment is three weeks past due. He was a senior who'd been trying to get Ichigo to date him for the past two years. Ichigo had to admit that Maki was good-looking, but his personality was shit. He was arrogant, rude, and when he didn't get what he wanted, he was downright bratty. Ichigo couldn't stand it. He honestly didn't know why Maki was sending him messages like that; the orangette hadn't looked in his direction for at least six months.

Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts by the car slowing down. He peeked out the window, and his mouth immediately dropped open. They were entering a driveway framed by lush green bushes and a wrought iron gate. A moderate number of trees lined the curved path that led to the most gorgeous house Ichigo had ever seen. Szayelaporro stopped the car in front of the stairs leading to the front door, and Ichigo pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and moved to open the door. Szayelaporro stopped him and opened the door for him.

"You can go right inside. Mr. Jaegerjaquez is expecting you." Ichigo thanked him softly and stepped out of the car, heading toward the entrance of the house. He took a deep breath before turning the knob and pushing the front door open. His mouth fell open once more as he took in the sight before him. The door led to an extravagant foyer with black marble floors that reflected his image back at him. He walked in and shut the door behind him, strolling slowly around the corner of a curved staircase. There at the bottom of said staircase stood the man of the hour, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

His arms were crossed over his broad chest as he leaned against the wall. His sideways smirk lit up his electrifyingly blue eyes, and his bright blue hair stood straight and proud. He wore black slacks and a black dress shirt with a loose silver tie hanging around his neck. Ichigo could tell that his build was superb, and he found himself struggling to maintain his composure. He hadn't doubted that Grimmjow was gorgeous, no, but he'd had his speculations that his picture might have been retouched. But here, standing a good five feet in front of Ichigo, he was. And he was exquisite. Little did he know that Grimmjow's thoughts were following the same line as his own.

The CEO took in the sight of the young man before him with appreciation. The male was nearly half a foot shorter than him. His lissome frame was decorated with smooth, slightly tanned skin. He wore clothes that Grimmjow was sure were at least a size too small for him, but he had no complaints. The teal colored skinny jeans and black V-neck shirt fit him well, and the dumbfounded expression on his youthful face was adorable. When he finally looked at Grimmjow, the blue haired male was floored by his beautiful cinnamon colored eyes. They were even more gorgeous in person. Grimmjow smiled at Ichigo, and took a few steps toward him. Ichigo looked up at the older male and finally asked the question he'd been holding in for the past few minutes.

"This is your house?!" Grimmjow raised an eyebrow before chuckling softly.

"Well, I sure hope so, since I paid for it," he responded, and Ichigo felt a shiver inch its way down his spine at the sound of the man's voice in person. "You want something to drink?" Ichigo found that his own voice had abandoned him, so he just nodded slowly. Grimmjow chuckled once more and gestured for Ichigo to follow him. "Just drop your bag right there." He led Ichigo through a dining area with bright red walls and hardwood floors into a kitchen that was just as pristine and beautiful as the rest of the house that he'd seen so far. Grimmjow pulled two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed one of them to Ichigo. They made their way to a small room off to the side of the kitchen with a white marble table and gorgeous glass chairs. Grimmjow sat down first and Ichigo followed suit once he was sure that the chair wouldn't break.

"So, Ichigo, I was thinking of having my chef prepare us some dinner and then I'll show you one of my most prized possessions," Grimmjow said. Ichigo nodded as he took a sip of his water. "What would you like?"

"Whatever they make is fine. There isn't much that I don't eat." Grimmjow nodded, before pulling out his phone and typing something quickly. Ichigo waited until he was done to speak again. "So, Grimmjow, I told you about me on the phone, but you didn't tell me anything about you." The blue haired man took a sip of his own water before he responded.

"Oh I would have if someone hadn't distracted me," he said with a wink. Ichigo blushed and looked away. "Anyway, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," Ichigo replied, still refusing to meet Grimmjow's eyes.

"Alright. Well, my parents are from France, but they moved here right after they got married, so both my sister and I were born here."

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, her name's Nel. She's three years older than me, but she acts like a little kid. She owns a lingerie company that my mom started. She's pretty creative. Ever heard of edible thongs?" Ichigo nodded, smirking slightly. "Yeah, those come from the beautiful mind of Nelliel Tu Oderschwanck." At that, Ichigo laughed out loud.

"That's pretty cool. So what are your parents' names?"

"Gerard and Noëlle."

"Do you speak French?"

"Je me plais à penser ainsi." Ichigo's eyes widened to epic proportions and Grimmjow grinned smugly. "What, you thought you were the only one with mad linguistic skills?"

"No it's just that. . .you're so hot." Ichigo immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. Damn, since when had he become so loose-lipped? Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you didn't say anything wrong." Ichigo removed his hand from his face and stared at Grimmjow blankly.

"Cocky bastard."

"Only 'cause it's true."

"Whatever. Keep talking, you're not finished yet," Ichigo said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What else do you want to know?"

"Where did you go to school?"

"Ecole privée de Tersac. It's a boarding school in France; both Nel and I went there. Arguably the greatest time of my life. You'd flip shit if you saw my hair back then."

"Why?"

"Because it was past my knees." Ichigo promptly spit out the sip of his water that he'd just taken, causing Grimmjow to laugh loudly.

"Pics or it didn't happen, " Ichigo challenged. Grimmjow laughed even harder before he shook his head.

"Some other time. C'mon, I want to show you something."

The older male stood from his seat and strolled through a door that led to what looked liked a sun room. Ichigo couldn't help but to watch the way Grimmjow walked; the man had confidence radiating from his pores, and he was leaking sex appeal. It was almost too much for the younger to handle. He fanned himself a little, thanking whatever deity for blessing humanity with someone as fine as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

"You coming, Ichi?" Ichigo snapped out of his thoughts, noticing that Grimmjow was waiting for him at the top of some stairs that probably led to a basement. He nodded before he walked over, following Grimmjow down the winding staircase. The blue haired man flicked a light switch and Ichigo promptly lost his shit. Inwardly of course.

Stretched before him was a line of twenty plus motorcycles of various make and model. They all looked very well kept, the gloss and shine of each one making them all the more beautiful. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow strolled along the lineup, touching each one of the bikes gently.

"I'm guessing this is your most prized possession?" Ichigo asked. Grimmjow nodded.

"This is my motorcycle collection. I've been working on it for four years, and it's nearly finished. I've got twenty-four bikes here, and once I find the twenty-fifth, my collection will be complete."

"What's the twenty-fifth?"

"A Vincent HRD A Rapide. It's a mid-century British model that's nearly impossible to find. The price of it has doubled over the past year because of that very fact."

"How much is it?" Ichigo inquired, gently touching one of the glossy cycles.

"About a hundred thousand." The orange haired male whistled.

"Well, good luck with that." Grimmjow laughed at that.

"Thanks. It's not a very frugal hobby, I know, but it suits me. I love to ride motorcycles, so it only seemed right to have a collection. It started out with just three, but the deeper I got into it, the more I felt the need to finish what I started."

Ichigo nodded. He admired the older man's dedication to his chosen hobby. He followed Grimmjow down the line as he gave an explanation of each of the motorcycles he had in his collection. Ichigo listened intently as the other man spoke. He loved how passionate Grimmjow was about this. He could see the man's eyes light up with each description and he could hear the excitement in Grimmjow's voice. Ichigo smiled to himself as the two of them came to a stop next to the last bike in the lineup.

"And this. . .this is my baby," Grimmjow said, patting the bike fondly. "It's a Brough Superior SS100, same bike ridden by Lawrence of Arabia."

"Really? Cool!" Ichigo exclaimed. He looked at the older male pleadingly. "Can we go for a ride? Please?" Grimmjow chuckled. How could he say no to those big brown doe eyes?

"Sure," the older man replied. He strolled over to a nearby closet and opened the door, pulling out two helmets. He tossed one of them to Ichigo before situating the other one onto his own head. He waited until he felt the teen's arms circle around his waist to start the bike up. Once he did, he resisted the urge to groan in delight when he felt the orange head's grip around him tighten. "Ready?"

"Born, dude," Ichigo answered. Grimmjow let out a wild laugh before he hit the gas and sped forward. For a second, Ichigo thought they were going to smack right into a wall before the aforementioned obstacle suddenly started to lower in front of them. The scintillant light of the sun's last rays poured into the room before the blue haired man accelerated once more and they burst out of the basement and onto the curved path of the driveway.

The man circled the estate twice, all the while alternating between accelerating and decelerating when he wanted to show the teen something along the way. For instance, he paused the ride next to a small pond where he showed Ichigo his two pet koi, Isis and Osiris. He let Ichigo feed the fish before he got the message that it was time for dinner. They headed back to the main house. Ichigo was smiling widely when he took off the helmet and handed it to Grimmjow.

"That was awesome, Grimm," he said, not even noticing that he'd just given the older male a nickname. Said male raised an eyebrow but didn't comment otherwise. He put the helmets back inside the closet. He crossed back over to Ichigo, wrapping his arms around the male's slim waist. Ichigo responded by holding on to Grimmjow just as tightly. He didn't realize how close they were until their noses touched; they shared breaths before Grimmjow took the initiative to attach his lips to Ichigo's soft, pliant ones. The orange haired male let out a quiet moan that had Grimmjow's head swimming as he deepened the kiss, using his tongue to explore every inch of that dazzling mouth. Ichigo felt like he was levitating; he reluctantly pulled away from the taller man, gazing up at him heatedly. Grimmjow stepped back a bit, grasping the younger male's hands in his own.

"Ichigo, I don't know about you, but I'm in this for more than just sex. Would you be interested in having a relationship with me?" he asked, seeming almost nervous. Ichigo smiled warmly.

"You didn't even have to ask, Grimmjow."


Here is chapter four...I know it seems really fast, but just trust me, it's all a part of the plot...I'm a crazy person, and there's always a reason for the way I choose to write things...okay, thanks a lot for reading, and I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed...you guys are wonderful, so I hugs you

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