Title: Pose for me: Our Conflicted Lives
Author's notes: *Orihime was NOT the girl in the dressing room, this chapter really jumps from one thing to another and there is a segment where it isn't Ichigo POV. I'm trying to introduce the main conflicts from both sides at this point so if you don't think the plot is progressing, I'm sorry. Coarse language, Male x Male.
Thanks To: MANY MANY PEOPLE: I'LL PUT ALL THE NAMES COMBINED ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.
Today, they passed out the latest issues of magazines that used the models in our company. I really didn't want to take them home but I didn't want to do something that would leave a bad impression. Grimmjow didn't want to take his home either. As always, no one forced him to take it home and he didn't have the decency to show any respect.
So I got stuck with his and mine. The magazine that Grimmjow got featured in was a really high up magazines for very famous models. There was an envelope stuck in the middle of the magazine. It looked like a letter with no return address or a go-to address for that matter. The only thing was "Grimmjow" written in really big, cursive, pink letters along with many differently shaped pink and red hearts. Yep, definitely Grimmjow's style if I do say so myself.
Hmph. A love letter huh? Why does this man whore get with everyone that happens to make eye contact with him? Looks like I was lucky. I opened it really carefully and started to read.
Hi Grimmy-kun!
I just wanted to see how you were doing. You're parents want to find a good day for our wedding. When do you think it should be? Anytime that's good for you is good for me. My brother says OK to it and I think it's time that we started getting ready. Aren't you excited? I heard the company's coming back up, it's all over the magazines that feature you. I really like the new model that's on there. He's really cute, isn't he with his orange hair and his light brown eyes? Oh, but no one can compare to you. I love you Grimmy-kun!
Orihime Inoue, your love and fiancé,
PS, I'll cook up something really special for you just tell me when you're going to be visiting. Also, there's something I need to talk to you about.
Orihime Inoue, huh? She sounds like a good girl. What luck came to her for her to have to get stuck with the most careless bastard in the universe. Well, I mean, I do have to work with him but at least I don't have to marry him.
She probably doesn't even know that he's been hooking up with a different man or woman every single day. Me reading his personal mushy romance invites was a little awkward.
But, I think she was talking about me from the what I could decipher in the letter. Sure enough, me and Grimmjow were given the same magazines so I started to flip through.
I found Grimmjow, after flipping through the first few pages. I was almost done with the magazine. Then, at about 70 pages in, there were a few pictures of me in an article. The article was titled: Overnight supermodel: Ichigo Kurosaki
They wrote a biography on me. Where the hell did they get all of these semi-true facts? My mom didn't die of a car crash when I was 10. And my dad's not a supermodel either. Neither of my sisters have had 'avid love lives', they're both married. Least of all I didn't have fucking INTIMATE CONNECTIONS any of the people they put on here.
The magazines didn't really bother me. How come everyone knew about my supposed overnight fame before I did? Flipping through the pages... I noticed that even though this was rumored to be the most popular magazine, there were barely any models from our studio.
I hit the hay by the time I was done going through all of that crap from the agency. One thing still bothered me... the love letter for Grimmjow. Has this woman never met Grimmjow or did he not act like he normally does in front of her?
Hm. I wondered what it took to be the fiance of the great Grimmjow. She probably either had to be a real beauty or had to have to come from a very high up family or maybe just rich. Or all three. I didn't know if the second fact was true for Grimmjow but I knew the first and third were.
Yuzu... Dad... those were the last two thoughts in my mind before I fell asleep completely.
The next morning I showed up at the studio for work. "Mornin' Ishida," my manager was in his office but the door was open so I assumed he could hear me. I walked past it, but then I noticed something odd. There was an orange-haired girl, quite a spectacle actually, standing by his desk with the most innocent expression.
"Oh, hello, Kurosaki-kun," he made a hand motion like he was calling me into his office. All i heard was whining from the moment I walked into there.
"Kurosaki-kun, this is Orihime Inoue," Ishida introduced me, "Orihime, Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Um, Kurosaki-kun, do you know where Grimmjow is?" She folded her fingers under her chin and looked up at me with really hopeful eyes. I wanted to tell her that he was here waiting every moment for when she was going to show up. Since he's such an asshole, I couldn't. Besides, I would be lying if I said anything close to that.
"Eh, well..." I scratched the side of my head. My eyes darted to Ishida's as to say 'cover me!'
"I told you, Orihime-chan, he's probably not even on this floor even if he did show up for work today!"
"What do you mean? Where else would he be, this is his workplace!" I didn't blame her for getting mad.
"He's probably getting with some other girl," I blurted out unexpectedly, "Er..."
"Don't be ridiculous!" She stomped her foot on the ground, "he loves me too much to do that." When she said that, it bothered me a little because the anger seemed to forced out like she wasn't actually mad that he was doing that but she felt sad either way.
Pfft, yeah right, Orihime, I told myself on the inside. Actually, I felt bad for her that she forces herself to believe all of these lies about her so-called 'lover'. So, I walked up to her and put a hand on her head of orange hair and told her, "He'll be here. Don't worry. Ok?"
Her response was twiddling her fingers and turning a little red. Finally, she made eye contact with me.
"T-Thanks, Kurosaki-kun!" There was a lot more confidence in her voice.
Just then... Grimmjow walked in. At first, his expression was shock then he became less than pleased with the situation. I still had my hand on her head as I turned around to see his face tense up and his brow furrow.
"What the fuck do you think yer doing?" he cussed at Orihime.
"I-I'm sorry, Grimmjow-san!" Immediately, she moved about five feet away from me. Grimmy-kun was how she addressed him in the letter but when it came to the big guns, it was a respectful 'Grimmjow-san'.
"I told you not to be a complete slut!"
"It won't h-happen again, Grimmjow-san." She shook her hands in front of her to indicate a strong assurance that the incident per say would not happen again.
"Yeah, right," Grimmjow grunted and turned his head to the side, still glaring at her. Speaking of glares, I was getting really pissed off, didn't he have the decency to address a woman with, I don't know, the tiniest bit of courtesy? As a result, I was staring daggers into his face hoping that a dagger would really stab his face.
For some reason, as soon as he saw me, his crossed arms returned to normal and his thumbs hooked onto his pockets as usual. Knocking off some of the attitude, he approached Orihime again.
"Anyways, the hell do ya want?" He asked in the most irritated tone possible, rubbing the side of his neck.
"I-I just wanted to talk to you about something, Grimmjow-san." Nervously, I could see her big, grey eyes stare at the ground as if looking for Grimmjow's permission to talk.
He looked at me again and back to Orihime. The puzzled look came over him as if he was contemplating a few options as to what to do before assholishly responding, "Fuck it. I don't have time for it."
Casually, he trudged off, still fixing his hair.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" I said with a lot of courage gathered up in my mind.
"Don't rub it in." With his hands in his pockets, and his swag overflowing, he just walked away leaving Orihime still standing there staring at the ground. She looked to the side a little and wiped away a small tear that was forming in her eyes. I legitimately felt bad for her.
"Hey, you OK?" I asked her, handing her a tissue.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She pulled a box of cookies out of her bag and thrust them in my arms with a very abrupt smile, "Haha, I made some cookies for you to congratulate you! I hope you like them."
Getting a better hold onto them, I looked at her, "Thank you, you're a really nice person. I hope... you find someone other than Grimmjow."
While getting everything together, she solemnly whispered, "I did." With that, she wisped away to talk to Ishida for a few brief moments and then, left the building. Mentally facepalming, I thought to myself, what did I just get myself into... for the second fucking time.
I didn't have much to do and the workplace had become almost a second home to me (Which by the way I'm not happy it did), but if I don't have a lot to do, I sit on the couch and pull out my phone.
While checking a few texts from Rukia and Tatsuki, I openend up the box of seemingly normal cookies. They had "GRIMM" written on them with big curly pink frosting. I was so grossed out by his name that I didn't even want to put it in my mouth but I didn't want to be either. What's the worst that could happ-
I SHOULD NEVER HAVE PUT THAT FUCKING COOKIE IN MY MOUTH. Immediately, I started coughing and my taste buds wilted and died. Guess who came to my rescue? If you guessed:
A. Chupacabra
B. Godzilla
C. Grimmjow
All of those answers are correct! Congratulations! He threw a can of diet coke at me. I hate drinking diet but a model's gotta do what a model's gotta do. I popped it open and started gulped down half the can, before panting to try to catch my breath.
"You're a fucking idiot! Ya know that?!" Grimmjow mocked me for the last statement that I made which I wasn't about to take back. Once more, I stared daggers at him hoping he would disappear into thin air. I held back a fast approaching, "FUCK YOU BITCH", because he did save me a trip to the hospital. To tell the truth I was really hungry still.
That was the only food I had unless I wanted to go out to eat which I was way to fucking lazy to do. So I took another few bites. Trust me, I tried really hard to keep it down. After the 11th cookie, it still tasted bad but it tasted addicting and I couldn't stop eating them. By that time, I'd gone through about 6 cans of diet coke.
I really should NOT have done that. My stomach was a big rumbling mess of poison Grimmjow cookies and liters of diet coke. I felt so fat and unable to move. What did I get high off of that morning? Shit... SHIT. It was all coming back. My face turned a shade of green with the most uncomfortable expression on my face. My face had 'sick' written all over it.
Surprisngly, I managed to hold in all that shit under control until I got home. I just had to avoid striking poses that involved my stomach and talking. Because of my actions, I ending up heaving everything out into the toilet for a good half hour.
Once I was done, I rinsed out my mouth muttering something along the lines of, "Fucking work... Fucking relationships... Fucking Grimmjow..." I threw the paper towel in the trash and went back to go relax for the rest of the motherfucking afternoon.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful and I slipped into my covers at around midnight only to be awoken by the pleasant sounds of my phone vibrating. It was a text... from Grimmjow.
Groaning, I put it away. Then I heard it vibrate across the nightstand I put it on all the way to my head. Again, a text from Grimmjow. How the hell did he even have my number? I guessed it must've been Urahara or Ishida.
The first text said: Heyy
And then: U ok
And after that: REPLY I KNOW uR THERE
Rubbing my eyes, I texted back: What
Just a simple "what". I was way too damn tired to even reply legitimately.
Nothing.
What the fuck... don't text me for nothing. Grumbling, I threw the phone onto the nightstand and turned it on silent. With a pillow over my head, I tried to ignore the fact that Grimmjow had my number. What if he sent me pictures of his dick? Not something I wanna see, hopefully he wouldn't. Surprising myself, I grabbed my phone and sent a message that said:
DON'T SEND ME PICTURES OF YOUR DICK.
Then I went back to sleep. Pretty self explanatory...
~AN EXCLUSIVE INSIDE LOOK ON GRIMMJOW'S LIFE~
Warm cup of coffee, no shirt, and a busty green-haired girl girl leaning over his shoulder to look at what he was writing: this is the picture you'd see if you were to warp to Grimmjow's house at that very point in time.
A tired hand ran through his rather messy blue hair and he groaned leaning his head back. The orange-haired woman went to the kitchen and came back with more coffee that she poured into his cup and the steam floated up, warming his face.
"Thanks, Neliel, I really owe Nnoitra for lending you to me," he half-smiled at the girl who smiled back.
"Hah, I mean, I do get off of work early and I know how you hate taking care of yourself." She pecked Grimmjow on the cheek. It wasn't anything romantic and their relationship was less than intimate. She was his brothers wife. Even someone like Nnoitra decided to settle down. And there was Grimmjow, not caring about a damn thing in the world except his writing.
"So how's the youngest of you three?" Neliel was asking about their youngest brother; Ulquiorra. They didn't mention most of the time because he see shuns himself from his 'stupid, disgrace-for-human brothers' or that's what he refers to him as.
Ulquiorra was really pale skin and had big green eyes that always looked condescendingly down on you. Never stare directly into his eyes. Everything seems to freeze when he walked into the room and he had always been their parent's favorite child.
"Probably writing depressing novellas as usual," Grimmjow twiddled the pen between two fingers while still in deep thought.
There were a stack of papers in his hands. After taking a sip of his coffee, he put it aside and pushed up his glasses and begin glaring at the papers with the most discerning look as if he wanted them to burn.
"You got any ideas yet?" Nel asked with her head on his shoulder looking down at his unfinished papers.
"Fuck... No," out of a fit of anger, he threw the papers onto the table and they flew all over the place, "I DON'T FUCKING GET IT! Why can't I write so damn well like I used to? My mind is like a fucking dry river!"
Grimmjow was standing up because he was so over taken by his anger. Neliel just hushed him down and started to rearrange the papers, "You know, you still have modelling to fall back on to."
"Nel, you don't get it! I don't even like modelling! Why can't I do what I like," he hastily put his glasses on the coffee table before plopping down into the arm chair once more, "This, THIS, is the reason that my editor is put on hold; because I can't put any fucking words into my transcript and finish it."
"I'm sure he's got something to fall back onto," Nel kept her gaze on the papers because making eye contact with an angry Grimmjow was not a good idea.
"See, I don't even fucking know who my editor is! All I know is that he's damn good at the job that he does," pushed both his hands into his hair and interlocked them between the blue tresses, "And he's gone now because of me. Do you know how many people are on my fucking tail?"
The green-haired woman finished filing them together and neatly binder clipped all 50 pages or so of it.
"I'm sorry..." Grimmjow rubbed his tired eyes, "I'm going to bed, lock the door on the way out."
"It's ok, I'm sure you'll finish sooner or later," she gathered her stuff and left. It was really surprising that anyone could put up with Grimmjow's irrational behavior but there were some 'likeable' parts about him.
After Neliel left, Grimmjow let himself pop open a can of beer and sit down in front of the TV. Even though alcoholic drinks should've been really addictive to him, he just threw the can away halfway through. Tossing it aside, he fell on the bed, one arm over his forehead. Just from the thought of alcohol, he could feel his abdomen take a few hops and decided that it wasn't that good of an idea. There was "fuck it" written all over his face. Grimmjow had one main problem
He never let on who he really was. There was no chance in hell that he'd get married to Orihime; she's a sweet girl and all, but Grimmjow knew that there's someone else that wants her a lot more than he did. Grimmjow: big, tough, sexy male model who could do anyone and everyone he liked.
Inside his mind he was just Grimmjow. Bringing his elbow over his face, he fell asleep. Where the fuck is my life going...
Voluptuous: WELL I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A CREATIVE FUCKING PERSON AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT OK?
Silver Wolf: Lemme just pull your heartstrings right out, alright?
Darkbloodz: I have failed you. My mind froze so I couldn't upload...
Maria-Fremont: Oh, I've made that mistake one too many times. There's gonna be smut soon but not real love for a little bit.
AnimeLuvr13: Ichigo straight? It pains me to write that! LOL.
Chloe: Keep your curiosity peaked ok? Promise me you will, I need your love to write this fanfiction
Bubble-chan: COCKY AND GRIMMJOW CANNOT BE SEPARATED.
This is just something I wanted to add to the end. I'm not a 'first time' fanfiction writer. I've been writing for 3 years and I had another account. But one of my readers ended up dying because of a long time illness at a very young age and I couldn't bring myself to write anymore for a while; call me anything but that sweet girl did not deserve anything that happened to her. I keep every single one of you guys close to my heart forever and always.