[A/N: I still own nothing. This is for aku no tensai and Kuscena1245.]
Chapter 3: No Air
"What did you say to me?" The snake hiss eerily soft in my direction. It was in that moment I was able to get a good look at the men who unknowingly joined me poolside. One, who I can confidently call "the snake", (his appearance matches his voice perfectly) is tall. Like seven foot tall. He has long inky black hair and I think an eye patch? Yes, a black eye patch covers his left eye and this ugly sneer on that pale face of his with a unlit cigarette in between sharp white teeth. Fuck this guy. Since his face annoys me so, I direct my attention else where. What he wears or anything else about his person I no longer care to investigate for his companion has caught my eye. This guy, the one with the low gruff voice has something I've never seen in my life. Blue hair. It's the color that I've never seen before. Not just any shade of blue or normal shade of dyed blue hair. It's sky blue. It's loud and vibrant and has my full attention. I didn't want to train my sight anywhere else until my eyes meet his. My god, they're beautiful! His electric teal blue irises met mine and I feel stuck in my little corner on my beach chair. I would like to turn away from the man about 13ft away from me but I just can't. He's too interesting to turn away from and I'm wide awake now. His eyes alone are breathe taking, his hair complements them so well and his face... His face is gorgeous. So I keep looking. I have to. I trail my eyes over his torso, which is well define judging by the tight grey v-neck he's wearing, down to the navy cargo shorts and his crotch where dozens of sexual thoughts enter my head, more on that later, to his bare feet. So gorgeous. I can feel the saliva seconds away from dripping onto my chin. I lick my lips. Is he a model-
"What. The FUCK! Did you just say to me?!"
Snake has ruined my train of thought. Oh well, I lock my gaze onto who I believe Grimm is. I look into his teal eyes again. The lethargy in my bones and the apathy my brain has produced leads me to no longer hold any tact. I can't seem to bring myself to care that I am openly gawking at another man. In front of another man who seem to want to destroy me. Not that I care about that. His sky blue hair waves in the breeze. His cancer stick simply burns away as he... stares back? At.. me? Then he smirks. If looks could kill. Fuck I feel my face heating.
"I SAID-"
"Dude, I heard you the first time goddamn. Chill out." I drawl lazily, all the while I maintain eye contact with Grimm. His smirk widens. I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Look, it's extremely late. You, are extremely loud and I am way too tired for this shit." I look Snake square in his disgustingly long face. He's reeling. And if his body language is anything to go off of, the runners stance his legs are showing, his tense shoulders and his raised fist; I can easily assess that he wants to fuck me up. But I don't care. I know I can take'em. Feeling kind of cocky I say "Hey, why don't you go back to the lobby and get the receptionist girl to follow you to your room like you believe you can. Sure, it might take some convincing on your part but hey, that should be much more fun than boring your buddy over there to death with your bullshit."
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE SHIT?!" He screams. Grimm and I both flinch at his loud tone. Seething, Snake takes a couple angry steps towards me, only to be stop by this fine Grimm character who places a firm hand on his shoulder. He looks highly irritated.
"Nnoitra." Ah, a shitty name to match his shitty disposition. "Leave the kid alone." Grimm turns back to me with a full on grin, cigarette in-between his teeth. "Besides, you wouldn't want to damage a pretty face like that would'ja?" I feel my whole body flush with heat. God, I can't decide whether to be turned on or embarrassed by the leer he's shooting me. It's a hungry way he's observing me leads me to believe that I should be more turned on than anything. Regardless of my internal dilemma, my eyes respond to his with a challenge. That is until Snake, I mean Nnoitra shakes his friend(?) off and continues his path towards me. I still keep my place on my beach chair as he storms right in front of me.
"Fuck that Grimmjow!" He says as he towers over, mouth forming a half smirk. It's sickening. "I want to teach this boy some fucking manners." I think I just threw up in my mouth. "Oh, that's it!" Guess I voiced that too. Opps. His eyes narrow as a long lanky arm launch at me with more force than expected, his nimble fingers grip the front of my hoodie as he jerks me to my feet.
"Yo, Nnoi, calm down and take a fucking joke." While the two of us are busy death glaring and teeth grinding at one another Grimmjow steps in the middle of us and tries to pry Nnoitra's fist from my hoodie. Shit, I can feel them stretching the fabric out with their little game of tug-a-war. "I ain't got time to sit in a jail cell on my vacation just because your too sensitive an' decide to fight some kid over some lousy jokes. Now let- GO!" Grimmjow finally gets him to do so by pulling so hard, the force has me stumbling backwards and ultimately falling on my ass with a thud.
SPLASH!
After standing back up and regaining my composure I notice Nnoitra is alone, looking into the pool almost shell shocked. Sky blue hair breaks the surface of the water, than a face panting and gasping desperately for air. Breathing in as much oxygen as humanly possible, Grimmjow looks distraught and panic. Oh and absolutely fucking livid. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he yells. Not once do he take his fierce glare off of Nnoitra as he treads his way over to the side of the pool where Nnoitra and I are standing. I feel bad for him. This guy only wanted a smoke and some asshole throws him into the pool. In the middle of the night. Seeing as through The Snake was going to be of no help once so ever, I go to Grimm's side to help him out of the water. I crouch down and reach my hand towards him. He looks to my hand and follows my arm to my face. I offer a half smile. It seems as though he's just noticing me for the first time. Again. He has the same startled and confused expression on his handsome face as before when I first spoke up. Some of the anger in eyes fades and he averts his gaze away from me and sighs. He turns back and give my face a good once over before he tries to return the smile although it seems a little forced. It's cute. So I'll give him an A for his effort. Just as he's about to grab hold of my hand his expression changes. He looks past me, over my shoulder and if I'm reading his eyes right, I can see a look of pure hatred and exasperation in those lovely teal orbs. I feel a slight pressure on my lower back then a subtle nudge. My legs give way, I keep my eyes on blue and they widen as I realize I am falling, face first into the beautiful creature who just tried to offer me a reassuring smile. His looks horrified right now and I panic because I don't understand what's happening. I let out a feminine squeal while my arms frail wildly as my fall is broken by something extremely hard.
When my forehead collides with Grimmjow's nose every things starts to make more sense. Also everything starts to hurt. Fucking bastards pushed me into the pool. Bellowing laughter coming from behind me is the only sound my brain can fully process as I try to push off the solid form in front of me. "You deserved it you little cunt!" Nnoitra cackles. His follow up to this is more laughter.
And I thought I had a bad headache before. This is worst than that and a migraine put together. I try to shake the pain away and cough up the chlorine water that had unexpectedly entered my lungs at the same time which only seems to make my condition worst. I can barely breathe and the pain in my head is getting worst. "FUUUUCK! My nose!" Grimmjow growls. He has the bridge of his nose pinched with two fingers, his eyes are tightly glued shut and his face is lifted towards the stars. His brows are knit together as though he's trying to will away the pain. He's so damn gorgeous. He lowers his head and looks at me a couple of seconds after I ask if he's all right. We take a moment to just look at one another. A spark reignites in his eyes as he takes me in.
We're both soak and wet, exhausted, and so out done by this piece of shit who not only caused us to be this way, is still laughing. Once that registers between Grimmjow and I, so much rage flows through our bodies that it could have made the cool waters boil.
"I am going to fucking kill him." We both mutter.