Grimmjow hated alcohol. It made people stupid, made them do stupid things. In short, it hardly ever amounted to anything good, in fact, he couldn't recall even one instance wherein he'd indulged in the intoxicating substance and not thought 'fuck I'm never touching that shit again' the very next day, or hell, a couple of hours after the fact. Even so, he always ended up going back to it, like most people did, for one reason or another.

This time though, he wasn't intending to have a good time. He was in the mood for some self medicating, but not for the purpose of escaping reality and forgetting his problems; he hadn't even drunken enough to get him drunk let alone to a point where he'd no longer be able to remember what had occurred not two hours earlier. He'd never forget that. His only reason for going to the bar and having a couple of beers had been to calm himself down. When the anger had taken precedence over the hurt after discovering his unfaithful boyfriend with another man Grimmjow had feared he was going to do something he would end up regretting. It had taken a lot of will power not to turn around half way to the bar and get his pistol from the glove compartment in his car and...well he wasn't sure what he'd have done after that but it probably wouldn't have been good.

Quite suddenly Grimmjow found himself sitting flat on his ass, his forehead throbbing dully. Confused blue eyes looked up at his assailant only to find a street light standing innocently before him.

Okay, maybe he was drunk.

Sluggishly getting to his feet, Grimmjow slowly ambled down the street, eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He already felt like shit but it was probably due to feelings running rampant within rather than the alcohol he'd consumed. At some point, after his anger had subsided and he'd left the bar, the hurt had come crashing down on him again. All he could think of as he trudged back to his and his ex's place was the sound of said ex moaning and the image of him being pleasured by someone other than him.

He had so many questions he wanted answered yet he couldn't seem to focus on one, not even when he was back in his apartment and a worried, fully dressed, and guilty Shuuhei appeared before him could he get his mouth to form words. His tongue was numb and his throat was constricting, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

He was not going to cry.

Not in front of Shuuhei. Not when Shuuhei looked so unperturbed. Yeah, the man seemed sorry and even appeared concerned but, where were the tears in his eyes? Why was his face not stained with the moisture one should shed upon being caught cheating by their long time lover?Why was he not groveling at my feet and begging me to forgive him?

"Why?" Grimmjow finally uttered, not even realizing he'd voiced his thought until Shuuhei began to reply.

"Look Grimm, I know you're upset and you probably have a shit load of things you want to ask but you look like shit and, honestly, you don't smell far from it either, so how about you get washed up and rest and we can talk in the morning, okay?' the raven haired man said, laying a tentative hand on the bluenet's broad shoulder.

It was not the right move.

"I look like shit?!" Grimmjow damned near screeched in indignation, aggressively batting his ex's hand away. Was he fucking serious right now? Did he expect him to look like he just stepped out of a "Mens" magazine at a time like this? News flash asshole, a major part of my life just fucking fell apart before my eyes, care to not treat me like a child maybe?!

"Fuck you Shuuhei! You think this can just be swept under the rug and ignored 'till later? Did ya forget it wasn't my dick up your ass or is it all the same to you?!" Grimmjow was literally shaking with fury as he shouted at the other, his face probably as red a a tomato. To his surprise Shuuhei did not decide to engage in the shouting, choosing instead to speak to Grimmjow calmly.

"Is that what you think of me Grimm? You think I'm a whore?" gray eyes narrowed, not wavering from the intense blue knives that were Grimmjow's eyes. "Well maybe, but you wouldn't have had to find out like that if you would have just made some time and gave me some attention."

Was...was he making this my fault? And what did he mean I wouldn't have had to find out this way?

"You've cheated on me before this?" Grimmjow questioned, tone eerily serene despite the lightning flashing in his eyes and the rigid set of his body.

"And if I have?"

Grimmjow's shaky restraint snapped like a brittle twig, his right fist shooting out and catching the other unawares. Shuuhei stumbled backwards due to the force of the blow, his hands raising to block any further attacks to the face. When none came he looked up to see Grimmjow looking at the floor, his eyes shadowed by his blue hair.

"Gri-"

"Get out."

Shuuhei's gray eyes widened, his stomach dropping at the mans tone. He'd only heard his boyfriend's voice take on that deadly timber one time -thank God it hadn't been directed at him- and it was definitely enough to make him never want to hear it again. Shuuhei did not need anymore incentive to skedaddle; Grimmjow could be reasoned with later when he wasn't on the verge of committing homicide.

The bluenet watched through his lifelessly hanging hair as Shuuhei turned on his heel and disappeared into their room, reappearing a couple of minutes later with a small bag of what he assumed to be clothing and other various necessities.

He watched as his ex cautiously walked passed him, stopping at the door in order to slide his sneakers on.

"We'll talk later then." Shuuhei said quietly as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder and exited the apartment.

Seven minutes later the apartment was destroyed; couches flipped over, shattered glass lying on the floor, pictures knocked off of walls, a six thousand dollar Katana resting firmly in the screen of Grimmjow's 54 inched flat screen TV, and an exhausted bluenet lying face down on an untouched mattress.

Grimmjow felt significantly better after his little rage quit and now all he wanted to do was sleep off the headache that already had his temples throbbing. His blue eyes slid shut, body relaxing as he instantly fell asleep. He would deal with everything in the morning.


Meow, meow...

Meow, meow...

Meow, meow..

With a groan Grimmjow rolled over and smacked the cat shaped head of his alarm clock, cracking his eyes open only to instantly regret it as light flooded into his unprepared retinas. Squinting his eyes against the rays of sun Grimmjow made to sit up, a wave of nausea washing over him due to the sudden pain lancing through his brain. It seemed the headache he'd developed the night before was still with him and it left him feeling like a wind up monkey was banging symbols together violently in his skull. Fuck I'm never drinking that shit again, he thought as he groaned once more, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at his orange cat clock -the color evoking the urge to break it into millions of pieces- seeing that it was already 10 in the morning.

It was a good thing he didn't have work...

The bluenet snorted as he slid out of bed. He kind of wished he did have some sally sob story to go find because it'd keep him busy and his mind off of Shuuhei related things. Just waking up in bed without the dark haired man beside him threatened to throw his mind into turmoil. It made concrete the fact that he and Shuuhei were done.

With heavy limbs Grimmjow made his way to the bathroom attached to his room in order to alleviate his bladder and shower. He quickly undressed after relieving himself, tossing the phone he'd pulled from his pocket onto the counter. It had started vibrating in his pants when he'd started undressing and a quick glance at the screen confirmed what he'd been thinking; that it was Shuuhei, and that he had several missed calls and unread messages from the man. He wasn't going to answer it though, if Shuuhei wanted to talk then he could do it in person...in like a week or so. He didn't think he was ready to see the man so soon after kicking him out.

Grimmjow didn't stay long under the hot spray of water as his mind kept trying to fling itself to places he'd rather not visit. He wrapped himself in one of the large black towels hanging from the wall and moved in front of his sink where he brushed his teeth. He stepped out of the steamy bathroom afterwords, leaving his phone forgotten on the counter, and getting dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and loose fitting black T'shirt. His hair was still damp but he didn't really care.

Padding out of his sleeping chamber, Grimmjow proceeded to carefully step over the broken glass in his kitchen in order to make himself some toast and coffee; the slightly charred piece of bread and caffeinated drink being two of the things on the small list of items he could make for himself. His and Shuuhei's skills in the kitchen left quite a bit to be desired so they had been confined to eating take out most days. It wasn't healthy by any means but Grimmjow never had time to learn and Shuuhei apparently had had other things to do and learning to cook was not one of them.

Grimmjow growled lightly while absently munching on his toast. It seemed like everything he was doing was trying to remind him of the tattooed man. He was going to need to get out of the house for a while if that was the case or he'd likely go rampaging though his innocent home again. Speaking of which. Grimmjow's eyes roamed over the living room from his spot in the kitchen, taking in all of the damage he had done. He'd been like the Tasmanian Devil from the Looney Toons the night before, shredding up his place like he'd lost him damned mind. If he had parents that cared enough about him to be disappointed of him, they definitely would be.

After eating and popping a couple of pills of Ibuprofen, Grimmjow set to cleaning up the apartment which was pretty easy considering he basically threw everything into a large black bag -Katana-less television included- and lugged it out to a dumpster when it was full. On his way back up to his place his mind began to wander on to what he'd been trying to block out since he'd woken up.

He was going to have to face Shuuhei some time or other as the man would need to come back to get the rest of his things eventually. He felt surprisingly calm about the situation at the moment but who knew how he'd feel when his ex showed up. He'd probably loose it again seeing as Shuuhei would most likely want to talk about what happened, and thinking back on how he was acting the night before, Grimmjow wasn't sure the other wanted to fix things between them. He seemed so lackluster about it; as if he didn't mind either way, and that hurt. They had never been a couple who had felt the need to express their love for each other out loud, and that was something Grimmjow liked about Shuuhei. It was always actions speak louder than words between them, but, just because those three words never left his mouth didn't mean he didn't feel that way at all, because he did, didn't he? Would it hurt so much that Shuuhei obviously didn't feel the same if he didn't? He honestly couldn't say for sure because, before Shuuhei, the word love had never even crossed his mind. Nobody had ever loved Grimmjow before his ex and apparently not even his ex did so how could he really know for sure if what he'd felt for Shuuhei was love?

Sighing breathlessly, Grimmjow glared at his slipper clad feet. He felt much too old to still be trying to figure such feelings out. He was a grown man after all, weren't things like that supposed to get easier with age? Maybe he just wasn't meant to understand love, to feel it, to have someone feel it for him. He'd heard of people like that. Shut-ins who lived and died alone. Was that really what his life had in store for him?

Maybe I should get a cat.

Snorting quietly, Grimmjow stopped at the row of mail boxes assigned to his floor and dug in the pocket of his sweats for his keys, pulling them loose and opening the metal door protecting his mail.

Too bad the landlord didn't allow pets.

Blue eyes scanned the various papers he'd pulled from his box, separating the junk mail from more important things, like pay checks and bills. Most of the items, aside from the bills, were addressed to Shuuhei and Grimmjow suddenly felt the need to burn it all until it was left nothing but a smoldering pile of ash, just so he could cover it with gasoline and burn it some more.

A blur of orange to his left distracted Grimmjow from his pyromanious thoughts, his head turning in order to provide him with the view of the man his boyfr-...Shuuhei had cheated on him with.

The guy was facing his own mail box so Grimmjow was left looking at him from his profile. His lips raised into a sneer as he looked the man up and down, not really able to find anything wrong with him aside from how poorly his clothing matched. He was dressed similarly to Grimmjow, his torso covered in a long sleeved red shirt, while a pair of black, loose fitting jogging pants covered his long legs. On his feet were a pair of yellow socks and white athletic sandals. While he matched worse than a five year old, he was still pretty attractive, his body lean and lightly muscled like that of a professional swimmer's. Grimmjow's eyes couldn't help but roam over the man's ass, noting that it looked very graspable through the pants he was wearing. He wanted to kick himself when his mind decided to remind him that, from what he'd seen the previous night, it looked even better with nothing covering it at all.

Shaking his head violently as if it would rid him of those kinds of thoughts, Grimmjow zeroed in on the guys face, his eyebrows scrunching together as his lips pulled into a deep frown. There was no way the man had just sidled right up next to him and didn't notice him there. He had caught the fucker with his pants down and, even though Grimmjow had left rather quickly, he knew no sober person could forget a man with hair such as his so quickly.

As if the dude could hear his thoughts or feel his eyes burning holes in the side of his face, his head slowly swiveled, nut brown eyes locking with ocean blue ones. Grimmjow felt a small amount of satisfaction when the brown eyes widened in recognition.

"Oh fuck." the orange haired man muttered as he turned to face Grimmjow, hands dropping from his mail box to rest loosely at his sides. Both of their mail was completely forgotten as they openly stared each other in the eye.

Of fuck was right.


AN: Okay so there's chapter two. You guys will be pleased to know that Grimmjow and Ichigo will be interacting much more in the next chapter. I wonder if they'll fight. :D

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it makes me happy to know people like what I write. Special thanks to Clarit though, your review is what made me crank this chapter out so quickly. Your excitement was practically tangible.

-SP