Never in his life had he met a more annoying human being then Isshin Kurosaki. The man was a complete fruit loop. Upon seeing them he tried to sneak attack his son before turning on Grimm who accidently set him flying into a wall in self-defence, who almost called the police until Ichigo explained who he was. Apparently it was normal behaviour for the man. Within seconds of sitting down he'd ordered a jack and coke, ignoring the snickers that came from his berry head.
"So Grimmjow how did you manage to capture my boys heart?" He asked, glancing at the pair over his menu, Ichigo sulking in his chair.
"We met while we were in Vegas, I was there for work and Ichigo was attending a writers award ceremony. Both of us we're celebrating in the same in the same hotel and then one thing led to another and we ended up married before the night had ended. I haven't caught Ichigo's heart yet but I intend to," Grimmjow explained, surprising Ichigo with how much detail he went into. Ichigo had intended to keep it a secret that they were married from him for as long as possible. Not because he was embarrassed by it but because his father would put in his two cents, sometimes what he said could be useful and positive but he had a feeling this wasn't going to be one of those days.
"And you both agreed just like that? Ichigo I thought I taught you better then that," he chided.
"Your drinks sirs." The waiter was such a welcomed interruption, upon tasting the wine Ichigo asked for the rest of the bottle to be brought to the table.
"Of course, have you decided upon your orders yet or would you like another minute to think?" he asked, tablet in hand.
"Yes, what about you Isshin?" Grimmjow asked, hoping he was ready. When the older man nodded he told the waiter what Ichigo and he wanted, Isshin surprised that his son had let this man chose his meal.
"I shall have the steak as well, medium please." The waiter nodded with a smile, informing them of the wait time before leaving.
"It's not like we didn't know each other goat face," Ichigo huffed, almost downing his glass of wine in seconds, glad when the waiter returned with the bottle refilling his glass before placing it on the table and departing.
"And when have I ever done as you said, I would have been a doctor if I ever did as I was told."
"The fact that you gave up med school to be a columnist is some silly newspaper is still a great disappointment to me, even though I knew that it wasn't something you wanted to do. I regret forcing that path upon you." So Ichigo had been a medical student once then.
"Ichigo and I were in high school together," Grimmjow said, taking the attention off Ichigo and his career choices.
"And it was your son that proposed, granted we were both very drunk, I knew that I would never have another opportunity to start a relationship with Ichigo so I agreed. I love Ichigo and I intend to love him for the rest of my life, even if he never returns those feelings," He said, grabbing Ichigo's hand and staring into his chocolate brown eyes.
"He makes me happy goat face and if you can't accept that then you can fuck off out of my life." Isshin glanced between the pair throwing up his hands with a smile, a small sigh escaping him.
"I just wanted to be sure, you boys have my blessing and I hope you come home for Christmas, Yuzu misses you. I cannot wait to tell your mother that you're married," he said, tearing up a little. Ichigo almost spat out his wine at the mention of his mother, wondering if Isshin still insisted on displaying the poster he had made of her.
"Dad please tell me you mean to visit her grave and that you've taken the poster down," he asked. No way in hell was Ichigo bringing Grimmjow home for the holidays if that poster was still up.
"Since you moved out and we have a spare room I have moved her from the living room to what was once your bedroom and placed her ashes and shrine in there."
They were not going home for the holidays.
