Ichigo opened the door to his apartment with a sigh, this day had not gone at all how he had expected it to. I mean, of all people to spill coffee on, it had to be Aizen fucking Sosuke, not only his target, but now his boss. He resisted the urge to hit his head against the nearest surface in hopes of forgetting it all had even happened. Instead he looked to the approaching demon that Grimmjow liked to delude himself into believing was a cat. He decided to ignore the fact, for the meantime, that he actually sort of liked the mass of white fur as well.
"Hey Grimmjow! I'm back, where are you?" Getting no response to his yells, Ichigo looked down to Pantera who had stopped a little in front of him and had began grooming herself.
"Hey girl, any idea where your troublesome blue haired servant is?" Pantera looked up from her grooming, and looked pleased, as much as a cat can anyway, at the way Ichigo had labeled Grimmjow her servant. It didn't help him though as the cat decided go back to grooming and ignore Ichigo's request.
"You're useless, you know that right?" Pantera just looked up innocently and meowed. Huffing in frustration, Ichigo decided it would be easier to just look for the blue haired bastard on his own.
"Grimmjow! The fuck are you? You'll never believe what happened today…." Ichigo trailed off as he walked past the closet containing his weapons room, only to see it open, blue haired menace inside.
"How the fuck did you manage to get that open." Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest, feet firmly planted in the doorway, and scowled. Grimmjow turned quickly, the look of surprise turned quickly into his usual smirk.
" You're the one who told me to clean up any mess I made, how was I supposed to do that without cleaning supplies? Plus, finding secret rooms with goodies in them is kind of my job." Ichigo sighed, relaxing his posture, the man, however annoying, was right.
"Fine. Whatever. Just get out of there before you break anything." Grimmjow glared but complied anyway.
"You do know that just because I'm not an assassin, it doesn't mean I can't handle myself in fight." Ichigo gave the man an appraising look, eyes carefully moving up and down the others body, oh yes, he could tell the man was capable.
"I never said you couldn't." With a smirk and another appraising glance, one that had nothing to do with assessing the others fighting capabilities, Ichigo walked off towards the kitchen. Grimmjow knew exactly the meaning behind the last look and let his shit-eating grin slip on to his face as he licked his lips. 'Fuck that Berry is enticing.'
Okay, so revisions are done! Yay! and i know this is a pathetic chapter, believe me, I know. But hey, at least there's some new content after literally years of silence! I'm really sorry about that, life kind of went to shit and was uber crazy for a while. Everything is starting to get back to normal and I'm hoping to pick this story back up again. I can't promise frequent updates or anything like that, but just know I'm not dead (yet) and I will endeavor to finish this story. Hope you enjoyed this train wreck, please R & R -MnM