"OH ICHIGO! I brought the papers you asked for!" He jolted upright at the singsong voice of his assistant. Ichigo had forgotten about calling that man the other night. With all that had happened between him and Grimmjow he'd been distracted.
"What the fuck are you doing here? I called you yesterday you fucktard, get out will you!" he shouted, leaning over the edge of his bed to grab the pot plant that resided up there and threw it at the man. It missed him. The sound of smashing pottery was what woke Grimmjow up, he groaned throwing his arm back around Ichigo trying to pull him back into the bed unaware of their visitor.
"Come on Kitten, it's too early to be up," he grumbled, Ichigo slapped at the sleepy man hoping to keep him hidden; Kisuke would never let him live it down.
"My my Ichi-berry is that a man you have in your bed? Is this the reason for these divorce papers?" he asked, making his way to the kitchen looking shocked at how clean it was. Annoyed he jumped out of the bed, Grimmjow hugging his pillow to his chest, and stormed down the stairs.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Urahara? You left me at the airport and then you can't even bring in papers when I ask. I should fucking fire your stupid ass," he growled, poking him in the chest with every word. The blond just smiled at him, stupid bucket hat covering his eyes hiding his real feelings. This was part of the reason he didn't want to hire the man as his assistant but his boss had insisted upon it, also he was very good at his job when he actually did it.
"But you won't, you know I only have your best interest's at heart Ichi." He said opening the fridge for a drink; amazed at the sight he was presented with. It was clean all the mould was gone. And so was the beer. Ichigo slammed the fridge door shut shoving the man out of his kitchen; he was too tired to deal with his insanity.
"Don't count your blessing's Kisuke. Take the papers to my office and leave them in the locked desk draw, tell Yoruichi I'm working from home for the next month and if you could deliver the letters daily that would be nice after that I want you to buy me groceries for the week for two and if you could pick up a slab of beer that would be great. If you do not return within three hours I will hunt you down and shoot you in the head got it?" he asked, handing the man money for the food and beer, trying to keep his voice calm when all he wanted to do was scream. Kisuke nodded, he knew when and when not to do his job for the boy.
"Did you want cigarettes to go with the beer?" he asked, just spotting the disappointed face of the man in his bed, apparently he didn't know his wife was a smoker. Ichigo shook his head, he had been trying to cut back on the smoking, and it wasn't doing him any favours. It helped he was too lazy to walk to the corner store when he was out.
"I'm giving it up," he muttered, "I don't think that big lummox could handle it if I was a smoker as well as an alcoholic. Now get going Kisuke." He forced the blond out before the man could spout anymore of his secrets or ask Grimmjow any questions.
"Remember my food shopping or you're dead," he shouted as he slammed his door shut. Ichigo sighed slumping against the door, that man was just a massive headache in his life what he wouldn't do to be rid of the blond. It sucked that there was no one else in the world that could put up with his personality. Grimmjow placed a hand on his shoulder digging his thumb into his neck and working out a knot. Utter bliss.
"Ya never mentioned being a smoker," he murmured, pulling the red head against his chest and wrapping his arms around his waist so he wouldn't bolt.
"It was when I was in college, when I got absorbed in my work I would just smoke and drink coffee and beer. It replaced my source of food because it was easy. It wasn't until I collapsed that I cut back on the smoking and drinking and replaced it with actual food. A lot of us did it; it was cheaper and more convenient. I was a full-blown addict and I've been weening myself off the cigarettes for a few years now, I have a few now and then when I drink but I'm trying to cut them out entirely now," he said, going full dead weight making Grimmjow stumbled as he struggled to stay standing. Ichigo snickered freeing himself in the tiny scramble, flopping down on the couch; it was far to early in his opinion to be awake.
"So what did that man do to become yer slave Ichigo?" Grimmjow asked, walking over with a smile on his face, he sat down next to the red head before lying down and resting his head in his lap. A scowled too over Ichigo's face as he pulled on a morose expression, crossing his eyes in annoyance and disgust.
"I was forced to hire him as an assistant, he basically is payed to look after me. Yoruichi, my boss and the owner of the Seireitei daily, said I would wither away and die without someone to look after me and that would be such a fucking loss because I make her lots of money." Grimm burst out laughing at that, the sound was nice. He wanted to join in but just couldn't be bothered so he managed a light hum, running fingers through incredibly soft blue hair.
"Kiss me."
