Note: Fuck me. I do not own Bleach. Meh.
Grimmjow Jagerjaques was a simple man with simple desires. Even for a bachelor, he wasn't into luxury items. He had no car because he felt that he never needed one. The town was pretty small and if he wanted to get into the city, he could borrow Nnoitora's car. Besides a man needs his exercise. Even his apartment only had bare essentials. The only entertainment he has in the house were newspapers, books and magazines, and the occasional television.
Grimmjow exited the supermarket with a paper bag full of groceries in hand. He only bought a few items to last a few days since he was living alone. His apartment was not too far from the supermarket.
Unfortunately the four blocks was known as the red light district of the town. He never liked the place. Bars, motels and brothels lined up the four blocks in a neat row. The place was littered with illegal shit especially gangs and drug dealings. The exact reason why he had to live in the shit hole. A lot of the time, his job made him go there to get some information. And Grimmjow was never worried about his safety. He was a man and defending himself was never a problem. No point in worrying if ever he got caught up with some bad company.
Although he was used to the shady atmosphere and the suspicious people roaming around, it still irked him when he viewed the current sight. There were both male and female escorts coming up to strangers and groping their parts, advertising their asses, promising a 'good time'. They were like animals, begging for food. Disgusting.
Grimmjow never liked whores. They carried all kinds of STDs and problems. It wasn't because of anything like gender. His sexual partners were usually random pickups from the bars. Grimmjow was bisexual, he went both ways but he never attached to one for more than one night. None of them just ever really stuck. All of them annoyed him or just plainly pissed him off somehow.
Looking back at what's happening, he was abhorred looking at them work. Even with the threatening aura around him, they would still come up to him. Honestly, who wouldn't. Grimmjow didn't give a shit and went on his way home.
His carefree attitude didn't help in stopping strange reactions from random strangers as he just came back from his friend's wedding. He was wearing a sleek black suit with his hair gelled back. His blue hair still seemed to glow even with the sticky-mousse-gel-thing trying to calm it down. He hated how constricting the suit was but he knew he had to wear it unless he wanted Hallibel's diamond encrusted heel shoved up his ass. No, thank you. And for the first time ever, he regretted not borrowing a car to drive himself home.
He just walked past the shops blatantly ignoring any passers-by. He looked forward, distracting himself by thinking about work. He wasn't really paying attention to anything. Then he felt slender hands on his arm, snapping him out of his reverie. Sliding down and touching his shoulder. Without hesitation, he instinctively grabbed the person's throat and lifted said person up. He could hear people gasping and distancing away from him.
For him it was instinct, a self-defence mechanism, to protect himself when not being cautious. He looked at the offender's face already knowing that it was a woman - he could tell from the tiny throat in his grip and her high pitched choke. He loosened it enough so she could speak. Grimmjow grunted, almost as if asking the woman to explain herself. The passers-by near them slid back into the shadows to hide or walked away, not wanting to be treated the same as her.
"I'm Menoly. I just wanted to offer you a good time," She choked out trying to breathe.
Slut. Grimmjow let his grip open causing the woman to fall down on the floor in a lump. She couldn't run away immediately as she was gasping for breath. Looking down at her frazzled state he scowled in pure scorn.
Her translucent top slipped off her shoulder causing bare nipple to be exposed and her skirt was flipped open slightly; showing off a little of her privates. He shifted the bag of groceries in his other arm and wiped the hand that he used to hold her up on his pant. Without any moment of hesitation, he walked off not bothering to even look back.
Why did I choose to live here again?
After a few minutes of walking, thankfully he was only a block away. As he passed into the nearest alley, he heard something move. Immediately he crouched slightly, preparing his body and tried to listen for more noises. He looked for the source of the rustling cloth and he could hear loud clangs of something hitting the large garbage can.
As he neared it slowly, he saw a man probably in his twenties, sitting down on the nasty-ass ground while leaning his back on the garbage can, touching the nasty liquid that was dripping onto his shoulder. Grimmjow walked towards the stranger, purposely making his steps loud so that the man wouldn't suddenly attack him but it seemed he was too out of it to notice.
Grimmjow was fascinated. The man looked so pale and frail yet the man's orange hair seemingly glowed. It was like an angel's halo. It was rare to see such bright coloured hair, except for his own, in the area since it was a pretty conserved town. The man looked so out of it, his eyes kept rolling close when he tried to open them. He looked young yet he was so out of it like those junkies.
Grimmjow walked in front of the man wanting to offer assistance but the latter just stared at his face causing Grimmjow to just stare back. Looking into the stranger's eyes, which were blurry, a tell-tale sign that he was high as well as piss-ass drunk. Even with the fuzziness, the colour of his eyes were just breath taking. Grimmjow stared into them. It was a light, muddy brown glimmering with little gold flecks around the iris. He studied said man's face with curiosity.
There were light freckles dusting his nose and cheek area. His lips were parted and his cheeks had a heavy blush due to the alcohol. Just as Grimmjow wanted to open his mouth to say something, the man smiled before totally losing consciousness.
Grimmjow sighed. Motherfuck.
It was already past midnight and his moral compass wouldn't allow himself to just leave the defenceless man behind. He shifted the bag of groceries once again to the other arm. Rolling up his sleeves and effectively ruining the 200 dollar suit, he hauled the man over his shoulder, fireman style with practised ease. He noticed how heavy the man was even though he looked so frail and headed for his apartment not a few feet away.
As he went up to his apartment, he noticed a few odd looks from his block neighbours. It's not every day when you see a dashing man carrying another male on one shoulder while carrying a bag of groceries. Grimmjow just ignored them like he usually does.
Damn, I'm getting too old for this.
He wrestled open his apartment door with his body and practically threw the man on the couch. He grabbed some random pillow nearby and shoved it under the man's head as a cushion.
Shrugging off his coat and his black tie, he headed to his bedroom. He popped open a few buttons at the collar to give him some room to breathe. Tucking out his shirt from his pants, he walked around the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He had initially wanted to find his cat but he was too tired to do so. The cat can come out when she wants to.
He sipped his coffee, checking his phone when he heard groaning sounds from the living room. He placed the coffee on counter and walked out. It seemed as if the kid had woken up. And said kid was standing up facing the opposite direction not noticing that Grimmjow was behind him. The kid was wearing a grey turtleneck sweater with a dark brown leather jacket. He also wore dark skinny jeans and brown boots. The kid looked good even though there was a possibility that he could be a hobo since he was found sleeping in an alley. Grimmjow's eyes started to look down at kid's hindquarters but quickly looked away.
Almost at that moment, the boy started to lose strength in his legs. As he was about to fall, Grimmjow rushed forward to catch the boy. It was a reflex. He was successful in balancing the boy by gripping his waist and back. Grimmjow turned the boy around so that he could sit back on the couch. He was pretty annoyed by the boy's expression when he first saw him clearly. It was the same face all his admirers would give him - the face of absolute shock and then awe and admiration. Grimmjow scowled at the boy.
And it didn't make things any better when the boy mentioned about his blue hair. He had enough of comments about how inappropriate blue hair was in the area. With that he scowled even more, attempting to scare the boy but then he saw the boy's face had tightened as if he was going to puk-OH HELL NO.
Grimmjow quickly reached out to the trashcan nearby and basically shoved the boy's face in it. No way in hell was he going to clean up another person's retch. He felt the boy grip the trashcan and began vomiting his brains out. Grimmjow may be used to blood and scattered body parts but it's still pretty disgusting to see someone barf. And it wasn't helping that the boy reeked of dead bodies, garbage and body odour all combined and fermented. What a wonderful day.
Grimmjow walked off to cool his head. He headed to the kitchen and grabbed his coffee that he left. Reaching for the pack of smokes in his pocket he took one out and lighted it up. He finished the last of his drink and put the stick in his mouth. As he walked out, he unexpectedly saw the kid trying to walk out of his house silently.
"You're leaving, huh? Don't let the door beat your ass on the way out."
Grimmjow smirked at the face the kid gave him. He was leaning on the kitchen doorway while enjoying his smoke. It was pretty cute that the boy thought he could sneak away. As he stared at the kid, the kid stared at him.
He saw the kid's eyes wander down to inspect his (godly) body properly. He was only wearing a white blouse shirt, opened at the top showing off tan skin. His were also sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was still wearing his black slacks and shoes. Next thing he knows, the kid ran out of the house as if he was on fire. Grimmjow only sighed as he walked back to his bedroom, wanting to get out of his clothes.
After a change of wardrobe, he walked into the living area. He placed the cologne back on the cabinet and looked at the mirror.
Combing his hair a little, he grabbed his phone. Reading through his messages, he noted down the address of his new job location. He was already planning to meet up with the gang to prepare for the next hit. Aizen was still angry at him for not doing the previous job right so he had to make sure that this one went smoothly.
Ew. Something reeks.
Grimmjow wrinkled his nose, already knowing who or what it came from. He headed for the trashcan near the couch muttering about ungrateful piss-ass drunk brats. As he leaned down to pick it up, he saw a black object on the couch. Even though most people would miss it, since it camouflaged onto the background, Grimmjow's trained eyes could see. He picked it up realizing it was the boy's. Just as he wanted to open to take a peek inside,
Slam!
It was the kid again. The boy's cheeks were pretty flush but it wasn't because booze. Grimmjow wondered why. They both stood and just looked at each other.
"Hey." So, the boy can speak and I thought he was mute.
"Hey. You left your wallet. I was gonna throw it out." Grimmjow intended it as a joke but the kid didn't see the humor in it, it seemed.
"Asshole. You could have called me back and returned it to me." Wait. What? Did the kid just call him an asshole?
He could feel his temper snap like a twig. Grimmjow's good mood was just thrown out of the window along with his self-control. He wanted to beat the shit out of the boy and maybe teach him a lesson or two. He walked to the kid with the most intimidating presence he could muster. With a job like his, it would come in naturally when he was downright pissed.
As he stared down at the boy, Grimmjow studied his face. Grimmjow would have smirked but he didn't want to break his facade. He knew the boy was scared. With aggression laced in his tongue,
"Look here, I was nice enough to haul your ass off the street to my place instead of leaving you out there for rapists to have a quick easy lay. You leave without even muttering thanks and now you come back here, busting my door open and calling me an asshole. Who the hell do ya think ya are? "The last words were whispered slowly, laced with so much venom that it could possibly poison anyone's ears. He gritted his teeth with every word spoken.
The boy just blinked stupidly at him. Surprisingly, it almost seemed like his eyes started to light up like a fucking streetlight. The boy opened his mouth to say,
"First of all, I came back to say thanks contrary to your prior thought that I was an ungrateful piece of shit. Secondly, I didn't notice my wallet was gone until I came back here and thirdly, sorry for calling you an asshole but you are a fucking asshole."
Who knew the kid had balls? A few seconds ago, the kid nearly looked like wanted to piss himself. Now, he was nearly eye to eye with him. While Grimmjow stood there waiting for the other to continue, Ichigo quickly took the wallet from his hands. But even before he could run away, the brat did something that even surprised him.
"Wait. Before that-", with fast and slight movements Ichigo grabbed the cigarette from the man's mouth, the piece of cancer held between his thumb and fore finger.
"this." Ichigo motioned the stick nearer to the man's shocked face.
" - this will kill you." He threw the cigarette on floor and stubbed it out with his foot. Then he grabbed the door knob from outside to slam it into the man's face. And he ran all the way to the elevator.
What the actual fuck?
Grimmjow stood at the door, considering to chase the brat but decided not to. He walked back to the kitchen when his phone rang. He sighed.
The brat's face still in his mind as he reached out to grab a new cigarette.
Stopping in his tracks, he turned and scrutinized the cigarette pack he was holding.
He pushed the stick back in and closed it. He tightened his grip on the pack and tossed it on the kitchen counter.
Walking to his closet, he sighed. Damn that kid.