Chapter X: I Need to Know
Grimmjow sighed as he pulled his tie loose and tossed it randomly. He usually wasn't so blasé about his clothing, but after the day he'd had, fuck clothes. His jacket and shoes were the next to go, followed closely by his slacks. He searched around his closet for a pair of sweats and pulled them on. Nothing could compare to the feeling of a 'fuck it' outfit. He knew Ichigo would be over soon, but he had a feeling the younger male wouldn't care in the slightest what he wore. It was one of the things that Grimmjow liked about him.
In his near thirty years of life, Grimmjow hadn't ever met someone quite like Ichigo. The kid was gentle, but strong; kind-hearted, but far from a pushover; he didn't blame others for his problems, he protected those dear to him, and he was beyond modest. It was extremely hard to find people like Ichigo in the world that Grimmjow lived in. With all the glitz and glamour, people seemed to catch amnesia, forgetting that the heliocentric model of the solar system states that the planets and various other space objects revolve around the Sun and not them.
He left his closet for the bathroom, running a comb through his messy blue locks. Even though he was certain Ichigo wouldn't care about his less-than-professional appearance, it didn't mean he wanted to look like a total slob. Once he was done combing his hair, he left his bedroom, heading down the stairs to his den. It was time for some video game therapy. He switched on his Xbox One, preparing for a session of blood, intense violence, and strong language. Ah, yes, nothing like Call of Duty, Black Ops in particular. He settled himself down in front of his fifty-six inch flat screen, picking up his controller. Soon, he was completely lost in the game, forgetting all about the shitty ass day he'd had. That's how Ichigo, Nel, and Véronique found him.
"Fuck, you fucking faggot ass bitches! Get yer asses in gear or we're fucked!" he yelled at the screen. Nel reached down, covering Véronique's ears.
"Grimmjow!" The blue haired man jumped at his sister's hiss of his name.
"Oh shit - I mean shoot," he fumbled, pausing the game and glaring at Ichigo who seemed to find the whole thing hilarious. "Didn't know you guys would be back so soon."
"Well at least you weren't fapping," Ichigo said, cheekily. Nel smacked his arm.
"I swear, I'll never be able to keep Vé pure and chaste around you two idiots."
"Maman, what is fapping?" Véronique asked, and Ichigo laughed even harder with Grimmjow joining in. Nel rolled her eyes, grabbing the little girl's hand and leading her out of the room.
"It's something that boys do that makes them go blind," she responded, garnering even more laughter from the two males. Grimmjow sat back down in front of the television with Ichigo sitting down next to him.
"I needed that laugh after the day I've had. Thanks for that, Ichi," the older man said, ruffling Ichigo's bright orange locks. Said orange-haired male blushed averting his gaze.
"Uh, no problem. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really. Cool if we just chill?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo nodded, deciding to back seat while Grimmjow continued to play the game.
He watched the other man silently, observing his expressions and reactions. Grimmjow was handsome, ethereally so. He was damn near perfect, and each time Ichigo was with him, he could feel himself becoming more and more attached to the CEO. He knew he was getting in way over his head, but he couldn't help himself. Grimmjow was everything he wanted in a significant other and more. At least compared to the few other crushes he'd had. There weren't very many when he thought about it. He'd had a crush on a guy named Shuuhei Hisagi until he moved to Texas; then he'd thought he had a crush on Renji before he realized how stupid that was. Other than that, he hadn't been interested in anyone else before he met Grimmjow. Not that people hadn't been interested in him. There was a girl, Riruka Dokugamine, who was nearly obsessed with him, and Orihime too. No one interested him though; no one but Grimmjow. It didn't even matter in the slightest that the man was so much older than him.
Suddenly he had the strangest urge to touch Grimmjow. He reached out, slowly, touching the soft blue hair on the man's head. Grimmjow looked at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye but didn't move to stop him. Either he was too enraptured in his game to care, or he wanted Ichigo to touch him. Ichigo became bolder with his caresses, moving his hand through Grimmjow's hair to the back of the other man's neck. Grimmjow paused the game, then, turning to face Ichigo. The younger male immediately moved his hand away, but Grimmjow just stared at him.
"What're you doing?" he asked. Ichigo shrugged, bringing his hands to his lap.
"I don't know, I just wanted to touch you," he admitted quietly. Grimmjow smiled, before he brushed his hand across Ichigo's cheek, causing him to blush.
"C'mere." Ichigo lifted his head, only to be met with Grimmjow's lips against his own. His eyes widened before they lowered to half-mast as the kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, as Grimmjow's tongue invaded his mouth. Suddenly he found himself on his back with the blue haired man on top of him. He pushed his hands under Grimmjow's shirt, running them along the strong muscles of his back. The older male responded by grinding his hips against Ichigo's creating the slightest bit of a delicious friction that sent a shiver down both of their spines. Ichigo's head was swimming, probably from the lack of oxygen. He reluctantly pushed Grimmjow away, taking in a few breaths before reconnecting their lips. They stopped when they heard a loud gasp, jumping to opposite ends of the couch.
"I swear I leave you two alone for five minutes and I come back and you're making out like horny teenagers," Nel said as she tossed a few snacks onto the coffee table. She sat down in the armchair adjacent to the couch. "Well, one of you is a horny teenager, but I digress." Grimmjow glared at her, angry that she'd interrupted what had to be the most awesome kiss he'd ever experienced.
"Shut up, Nel," he growled. "And where's Vé? You know she'll get lost in here."
"She's fine. I put her down for a nap in your room. Anyway, Ichigo told me how you met." Grimmjow looked exasperated when he turned to the teen. Ichigo shrugged a bit.
"She wouldn't stop pestering me. She really is as much of a nag as you said."
"You told him I was a nag?"
"Well you are!"
"I am not, you buttwrench!"
"Are too, and I bet you just can't wait to tell Mom and Dad about this can you?" Grimmjow yelled, and Nel frowned deeply. Ichigo noted how much she and Grimmjow looked alike when they frowned. He was honestly finding their whole argument to be hilarious. They were well past their teenage years, yet they were still arguing like kids.
"I wasn't going to tell them anything; it's none of my business. You know I wouldn't do that," Nel said quietly. Grimmjow ran a hand over his face.
"Sorry, but you do have the tendency to blab shit when you're not supposed to. That's how Dad found out that I'm bisexual, remember?" Nel dismissed his statement with a wave of her hand.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, Ichigo, don't listen to this buttface. You can tell me anything, okay? Consider me your big sister too," she said, cheerily. Ichigo smiled and nodded.
"Don't tell her anything," Grimmjow whispered, but Nel heard him anyway and she punched him in the arm with far too much force in his opinion. He rubbed at the spot scowling at her. "Bitch."
"Dick," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. By this time, Ichigo was full out howling with laughter, clutching his sides and all.
"You guys are worse than me and my sister," he said between laughs. "It's seriously okay, Grimmjow. Though I would prefer not to have to face your parents until we're actually official, I don't mind if they know about me. You can just tell them you're mentoring me or something."
Grimmjow pondered Ichigo's idea for a second before he shook his head.
"You don't know my parents, Ichi. Let's just keep it between us three for now, alright? That means you, Nelliel," he said, sternly. Nel dismissed him nonchalantly once more.
"Fine, fine, now lemme play," she said, hopping onto the couch between Grimmjow and Ichigo. Both males sighed as Nel started the game back up.
So much for finishing what they'd started.
Two Months Later
"I don't mean to bash your idea or anything, Nnoi, but it sounds. . .really terrible," he said, with a sigh. He handed the file folder back to his CFO, and shook his head as they continued their walk back to Grimmjow's office. "Like, why did you even think for a second that it would be okay for us to invest in a bankrupt company? It's bankrupt for a reason, man."
"Yeah, yeah, but they're trying to start over."
"Well, you can do it if you want to, but I'm not for losing that kind of money, sorry."
"Since when did you become so concerned with money?" Nnoitra asked, and Grimmjow frowned.
"Don't make it sound like that, dude. There's a difference between investing and being a dumbass. Have a little fucking common sense, yeah?"
Nnoitra didn't respond as they'd reached Momo's desk. The mousy woman looked even more anxious than usual, and Grimmjow tried to lessen his scowl a bit for her sake. She'd been working for him for three years, and she was still scared shitless of him. She looked at her two superiors, immediately avoiding Grimmjow's gaze. It was a little more than normal, so Grimmjow stopped in front of her desk.
"Momo, is something the matter?" he asked. She stood from her chair, bowing slightly.
"I'm so very sorry, sir, but I couldn't stop her," she said in a rushed tone. "Please don't fire me, sir."
"You shouldn't take my angry threats to heart, Momo," Grimmjow said, with a laugh. "And you couldn't stop whom? Is Nel in there again?" He made his way to his door and reached for the handle before he paused in his actions when Momo spoke once more.
"No sir. Again, I am so very sorry." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow before he opened the door to his office.
The scent of vanilla and coffee filled his nostrils and he immediately felt like cursing. She sat at the glass table next to his floor-to-ceiling window, holding one of his many books on logistics and sipping from a steaming mug. She wore a short black form fitting dress, covered with a white button-up shirt that did nothing to help cover her bountiful cleavage. Her mile long legs were crossed as she stared stoically at the book, her green eyes flickering over the pages. One of her stiletto clad feet bounced up and down, a tick she'd always had when she was nervous about something. She looked up from the book only when he shut the door and leaned against it. Grimmjow almost sighed. She was too beautiful.
For a moment, they just stared at one another, the tension between them thick enough to be cut with a butter knife. It was Grimmjow who broke the silence.
"What the hell are you doing here, Tier?"
"Oh, come now, Grimmjow. Don't act like you're not happy to see me," she said, softly. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"I haven't heard from you for the past two months. I gotta say, it's been lovely," he said, crassly.
"Hmm, indeed," she responded, equally heated. Grimmjow crossed to his desk and sat down. He steepled his fingers as they continued their intense staring contest.
He really didn't need this shit right now. Things were going so well between Ichigo and him; he hadn't had a single thought about Tier or anyone else for that matter. Every waking moment that he wasn't working, he spent with the orange-haired teen, and he loved it. He was so close to making things official between them, but he wanted to wait. Ichigo's eighteenth birthday was in another month, and he figured it'd be the perfect gift. But of course, here comes Hurricane Harribel to ruin shit. Figures.
"Alright, what the hell's your reason for coming here?" he asked, and Tier stood, standing in front of the window, staring out at the busy city below. Grimmjow was becoming impatient with all her dramatic pauses and silent stares. "Spit it the fuck out already, T." Tier turned back to face him then, her gaze steady and somehow sad.
"I'm pregnant."
No one is allowed to throw things at me okay? It's GrimmIchi Day after all! It's three a.m., but I really wanted to get this out to celebrate 6/15...again, no one is allowed to hit me, but here's some plot for you...well part of it, anyways...shit's convoluted as fuck XD Thanks for reading, and Happy GrimmIchi Day! I'm gonna celebrate by going to sleep lols...
Until next time,
Patd06
