A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Investigation
Tie-in Chapter(s): Exposed (highly recommended)
Mi Secreto
Asylum
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #13, "Excessive Chain"
Rating: PG-13 cursing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
Notes: So, a couple people asked for a continuance (here and on and I am never one to deny. Especially when my brain is in "Run-Away Plot Bunny" mode.
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Isshin had known about it for awhile.
The shinigami-teen's father had known about it since Ichigo had gone that one night in a fit of rage to go kill some hollows. He had felt the familiar, rough reiatsu of an Arrancar, and knew that the situation would probably turn out for the worst. Of course, he wasn't allowed to help; that's what Urahara was for. If Ichigo desperately needed to be saved, his friend could take care of the beast. Besides, his son had come home relatively safe from that night.
He never expected Urahara to report what had actually happened to him.
It was on a nice day, over a afternoon lunch the two were having, that Kisuke had decided to indulge the boy's father in the information. Of course, knowing Urahara for so long meant he would beat around the bush with it, because he was a bastard like that.
"What did you say?"
"The Arrancar and Ichigo. They were kissing." Okay, maybe he felt that being blunt would be the best approach here. Even though Kisuke had divulged the information so plainly, Isshin was still confused.
"Kissing?"
"You know. Butterfly, X, caress, make-out, peck, smooch, tongue, swap spit." Kurosaki would always be jealous of the store owner's ability to be a walking thesaurus/dictionary/encyclopedia. Damn prodigy.
"The enemy and Ichigo?"
"Yes," he replied sing-songily.
"The enemy and Ichigo."
"Yes, Isshin."
"The enemy--."
"Okay, that's enough."
"and Ichigo."
"I hate you, sometimes," Urahara murmured as he drank from his tea. Kurosaki mulled the information over in his head, trying to reason why Ichigo would kiss the enemy. Probably an Arrancar out to specifically kill him. His son wasn't prone to kissing anyone, so what would give him the balls to kiss an Arrancar? It didn't make sense.
"Are you sure? You're not pulling my chain again, like last time when you said that Ichigo would inevitably turn evil and there was no way of stopping it?"
"You just made that up."
"Maybe."
"I was there almost the entire fight. As soon as I felt the Espada--yes, it was an Espada, don't interrupt me," Urahara quickly said, already seeing that look in Isshin's eyes. He wondered if the man asked those questions because he was being annoying. "I went to go have a look see and make sure your son didn't die. Because, we all know you've got some weird hang-up about your son finding out your a shinigami. Which is stupid in my opinion, because it would probably answer a lot of his questions."
"Don't judge me, Kisuke," Isshin said smiling. "We all know you're the town liar. I've never seen someone cover up a mountain of information as good as you."
"Yeah, well, you live and learn."
"So, they were fighting before or after they kissed?"
"Before. Name-calling and such, you know, immature things you could only expect from a 15-year-old and an Espada who probably never made it to his middle twenties. They wrestled around for a little--."
"Kinky."
"And here you were about to go crazy because of a little kiss."
"Anyway?" Isshin urged.
"Anyway, they continued to fight for a couple more minutes until the Arrancar pinned your son and promptly tried to maul his face off. It's a hate love thing, I guess."
"Huh." Urahara looked at the other in disbelief.
"After all that whining and after that story, all you can say is 'huh'?"
"...Hmm. Yeah." Kisuke threw his tea in the other's face.
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The black-haired ex-shinigami captain also remembered the first time he had caught them.
In the act that is. Well, actually, he didn't really know if they were going to do it or not, but with all the noises those two were making, it kind of hard not to come to that conclusion.
The point being, he had never heard his son curse so loudly in his life. Even if his son had cussed, though, he didn't really care; it was just surprising. What did make him run up the stairs was that familiar reiatsu; the Arrancar's. He didn't know why the hollow would show up in his household of all things, but he wasn't about to leave his son alone and quite naked while an Arrancar roamed about. He quickly opened the door, making sure he was quiet as possible.
He was too late, though.
The Arrancar's clothes were on the floor. And there were noises coming from the shower; noises that spelled "Make-out session in progress". So, he did the only thing he could to keep his son from making a bad decision.
"Oi, Ichigo!"
"Mother fu--!" The Arrancar's voice. He couldn't tell who the Espada was cursing: him or Ichigo. It took his shinigami son a moment to answer, so he filled the silence for him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you know you can't curse in this household!"
"You swear all the time." Ah, there was that smart-assed retort he knew. He could've left at that point, but he wanted that Arrancar to know that if he was thinking of doing what Isshin knew he was thinking of doing, he'd have to deal with the kid's father first. They weren't so alone afterall.
"I'm different, I'm your father. Now hurry up in the shower, you'll be late for school." Now Ichigo had to hurry out of there because his father knew he was in there. Isshin congratulated himself on the idea.
"I'll be late for school, anyway!" Nice try Ichigo, but it won't work. "Besides, if you don't get out, I can't get out anytime soon, idiot!" Damn, he caught Isshin there. Sure, he had seen the boy naked when he was younger, but things were different now. Plus, Ichigo would most likely kick his ass if his dad saw him naked. Teenagers.
"Fine, but hurry up! You're wasting the hot water!" And with that, Isshin retreated, once again congratulating himself from keeping his son away from anything that was remotely sexual. He wouldn't admit out loud, but he just as protective of Ichigo as he was his daughters.
Too bad he was too late on the 'no sex' thing.
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It was a Sunday morning.
So far, it was good Sunday morning. That is, until Karin and Yuzu came racing down the steps with horrified expressions on their faces. He tried to ask what was wrong, but Karin buried her face in the paper and Yuzu immediately darted for the stove, even though she had been done cooking a couple minutes ago.
"What's the matter with you two?"
"Nothing!" They both blurted. Isshin scratched his beard in a confused way, but it eventually clicked into place when he thought about it enough. He carefully rose from his seat, watching as the two girls turned his attention to him.
"Where're you going?" Karin asked.
"Nowhere."
"W-well, Ichigo's not up, so don't bother him." Was she trying to protect her brother? Strange, indeed.
"I'm not going to Ichigo's room. I'm check something in the clinic." What a fat lie. He was too interested now, but refraimed from racing up the stairs to barge into his son's room. The ex-shinigami captain carefully made his way up the stairs, placing his ear against Ichigo's door.
"Hey," he heard from inside the room. Sounded like he was trying to wake someone up. "Grimmjow." What a weird name. Then came the sound of a distinctive 'wack'; probably from Ichigo hitting his sleeping guest. That boy needed to learn some patience. "Hey, motherfucker! Get up!" His son had such a potty mouth.
"Mornin'." Isshin sighed to himself. The Arrancar's voice. Those two were awfully close.
"Don't 'morning' me, bastard! We almost got caught! Again!" That must be why the two girls were so freaked out; they had probably seen Ichigo almost naked and then the stranger in the bed next to him. Isshin couldn't blame then, and would make his son pay later for traumatizing his poor sisters.
"Ya handled it, didn't ya?" What a lazy drawl. Isshin couldn't believe his son was sleeping with such a bum. "No one knows, so everything's good, yeah?" He heard the sounds of a quick kiss and a sigh. It was more in annoyance than pleasure. Definetly Ichigo's sigh. "Now lay back so I can get my mornin' cock." If the older Kurosaki wasn't so worried that Ichigo would find out he was a shinigami (and a former captain no less), he wouldn't have thought twice about busting down the door to kick the Arrancar's ass. How dare he use such perverted language around his son. Son of a bitch.
"You're a fucking bastard, you know that?" Isshin smiled at Ichigo's denial. So, his son did have good judgement afterall.
"But I'm your fuckin' bastard." That was the nicest Isshin had heard the Arrancar yet. "Besides, I didn't hear ya complain' last night." That bastard had defiled his son!
"Pervert." Score two for the Kurosaki team.
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Isshin had discovered something quite interesting about the Espada named Grimmjow some weeks ago.
It had been in the middle of the night. He had gotten up to use the bathroom, which required a trip up the steps. He had been too tired to keep from tripping over a couple steps, but even in his daze, he felt Ichigo's frequent visitor in his son's room. He knew his shinigami son was currently dead to the world, so there was no way that he was expecting the Arrancar over tonight. Isshin forgot that his bladder was screaming in protest and headed over to his son's door, suddenly worried.
Why would the hollow suddenly come in the middle of the night? Had all this time with Ichigo been a ruse? Was he finally here to kill him? He cracked the door to Ichigo's room slightly, trying to not make any noise. Noise might scare the Arrancar away and then he would never know the hollow's true intentions.
He saw through the small crack that the hollow was floating outside the open window, staring at Ichigo lying there. It was a somewhat scary sight. Isshin didn't know what the bastard was up to, but if he showed any hostility, his ass was dead.
To his utter surprise, though, the Espada climbed into the window quietly, showing no harmful intent on the sleeping teen. He simply crawled up next to Ichigo, settling in next to the shinigami substitute, and closed his eyes.
He had come...to sleep?
It was strange in itself to see the Arrancar come for no reason but to sleep, but to come all the way to the real world to do it was extremely weird.
If Isshin knew anything about Aizen (besides that he was a pompous prick), it would probably be that he was no slave-driver. Therefore, all his servants and soldiers would probably have sleeping quarters back at Hueco Mundo. So why would this Espada come here to do nothing except slumber next to his son? He didn't want to rest on the only conclusion that came into his head, which was that hollow had come to be with his lover solely for the purpose of being there.
It was too romantic for a hollow. The older Kurosaki was sure that hollows/arrancars/Espadas couldn't love. Well, they could love, but they could only love violence, fighting, and gore.
So, Isshin drew another conclusion: this Grimmjow must've hated Hueco Mundo. Hating Hueco Mundo would ultimately make you hate Aizen, which was the next conclusion Isshin thought of.
Suddenly, this relationship looked like a good thing.
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After thinking about it for a good couple of days, Isshin finally admitted to himself that he approved of his son's and the arrancar's relationship. Grimmjow wasn't looking to kill his son, and Ichigo seemed to be a lot happier as of late. The relationship would be probably turn out to be a good thing in the war to come, too. Having an Espada on their side would help greatly, considering he could get behind enemy lines and report what was going on. So, instead of congratulating his shinigami son up front, he wrote a letter that Sunday morning, and left it on the table.
Only needing a couple minutes with the girls, he had persuaded them that they should all go do something as a family. Karin scoffed at this while Yuzu was all for the idea. Naturally, the oldest of the twins asked about Ichigo going, to which he replied that Ichigo had been taking a lot of tests in school lately and was tired. He figured the kid could use some sleep today.
And with that, they left.
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He knew Ichigo was acting reprehensive around him because his son knew he could see Grimmjow. Which obviously meant that he could see spirits (which he had lied about for so long). Isshin didn't know if the orange-haired teen had figured out if he was a shinigami or not, but it would probably be best if he didn't. He could continue to lie about it.
It only took a couple days after Ichigo had read the letter before the son finally confronted his father. As a bonus, he had managed to bring his special friend with him. The older Kurosaki didn't turn around from his work, even though he felt them come into the clinic.
"Uh, dad?" Isshin smiled to himself, turning to look at his son.
"Well, if it isn't my adorable son! And who is this?" Now that he got a good look at the Arrancar, he surmised that he didn't look at that bad to begin with. If it wasn't for that broken remenant of the hollow mask, he probably wouldn't look as menacing. With the blue hair all spiked-up, the tattoos, and the cocky smile, he looked more like one of those people with forced 'bad-ass' images.
"Dad, this is, uh. Well..."
"I'm his fuck buddy." Ichigo glared daggers at Grimmjow.
"I thought we agreed that you weren't going to open your mouth?"
"And I thought we agreed that I never listen to you?"
"Well, could you have used some other word besides 'fuck buddy'? Asshole!"
"What did you want me to say? Hey, I'm Ichigo's boyfriend, how are you doin'? We're not romantically involved if ya haven't noticed. All we do is fuck and fight!"
"I didn't say you had to call me your boyfriend!" Isshin sighed as the two continued to argue. This could go on forever. He shook his head, looked bored, and leaned against the operating table waiting for them to finish. Ichigo fired back remark after remark when Grimmjow challenged him. The 'boyfriend' coversation dropped, the two arguing about something entirely different. He suspected it was about what he said in his letter, but he wasn't really paying attention. Now he was little skeptical about how useful Grimmjow would be if all he and his son did was fight.
Finally, he got annoyed by the argument and pulled them apart.
"Hey, whoa, c'mon. Let's be friends, here. I know you can do that in bed, so why not practice out of it, huh?" Ichigo immediately stopped talking, blushing hard. Grimmjow crossed his arms and looked away. "So, you're name's Grimmjow," Isshin started, trying to sound civil.
"Yeah."
"When did you meet Ichigo?" The two looked to each other, remembering the first time they fought. Could they really say that they met each other on the battlefield, which had ultimately sent the younger Kurosaki home in bandages?
"We were fighting." Ichigo looked to Jaggerjack incredulously. Apparently, he could.
"Fighting?" Isshin questioned.
"Long story," Ichigo thanked the heavens that the idiot hadn't started to describe in detail how the young shinigami got his ass handed to him. The elder Kurosaki nodded, accepting this answer.
"Why did you show interest in my son?"
"He had--."
"We basically have the same personality," Ichigo said, covering up whatever perverted thing Grimmjow was about to say. Isshin nodded again.
"And how long have you been sleeping with him?" The orange-haired teen knew that look in his dad's eyes and suddenly felt worried.
"A while now."
"Oh really?" The father questioned, suddenly pulling out something from behind the operating table. Ichigo's eyes grew wide.
"Uh, is that a baseball bat?" The Arrancar questioned. He looked to his lover, who mouthed the word 'Run'.
Isshin just smiled.