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Warnings: Grimmjow's a potty mouth.
Grimmjow quietly opened the door and stuck his head into the break room. It was empty, so he slipped inside and quickly clocked in. His eye twitched when he saw that he was ten minutes late; he knew his boss would notice when it came time to put together the payroll. The bastard would probably take off thirty minute's or even an hour's worth of pay. Hell, Grimmjow was surprised he hadn't been waiting in the back, sipping his tea and keeping an eye on the door just to make the blue haired man squirm.
He went through the door leading to the shop and spotted Szayel sitting behind the counter, going over the newest customer's records on the computer. The pink haired man glanced up when Grimmjow entered and shook his head. "Late again. You really need to get a better alarm clock," he said with a smirk. Grimmjow punched him in the shoulder, causing him to nearly fall off his stool.
"Damn, what is your problem?" Szayel muttered as he rubbed his arm, hoping it wouldn't bruise. The other man said nothing and walked past him, putting his hands behind his head and tensely clutching his hair. "If you're worried about the boss finding out, don't. I had Yammy go in there to ask him why he'd been cheated out of a few hours on his time sheet. He should be in there for another twenty minutes or so, and I can always fix the time clock," he assured his friend.
"Fuck that, I don't care what that fruit thinks of me. I got another problem," Grimmjow muttered. He looked back at Szayel, his eyes suddenly brightening. Of course! Szayel was the biggest nerd he knew, and a fucking genius with computers. Perhaps he'd be able to find the location of his beauty!
"Don't tell me, your ex-boyfriend is back in town and you woke up with him in your bed?" Szayel asked with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. Oops, no, wait, that was me, he thought privately, chuckling to himself.
"I met this guy last night, and he was perfect. You couldn't find a flaw anywhere on him. His hair, his eyes, his lips, those slightly muscular arms, that ass, the way he fit perfectly in my arms..." Grimmjow sighed, not even caring that he sounded like a high school girl talking about the latest boy band or sparkling vampire movie. If Szayel (or anyone else, for that matter) saw his beauty, they'd be drooling the same way he was.
"Really. Did you ask him out?" Szayel asked curiously, propping an elbow on the desk and resting his chin against the back of his hand.
"Well, that's the fucked up part. I only have part of his name and number," Grimmjow said in defeat, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced down at the back of his hand, gazing sadly at the faded black ink that lingered on his hand. He would give anything, a hand or a foot, to go back in time and stop himself from washing it off.
"So what's his name? Maybe I can look it up in the computer," Szayel suggested. He clicked the mouse a few times and moved his hands to the keyboard, looking at Grimmjow expectantly.
"I don't know. I mean literally, I only have half a name," Grimmjow muttered, putting his hand down on the desk so the pink haired male could see the smudged, barely legible writing on the back.
"Oh." Szayel adjusted his glasses and stared down at the faded ink for a few moments before looking back up at his coworker. "Why did you write it on your hand? Couldn't you have found a piece of paper or something?" he asked, and immediately realized it had been a mistake. The blue haired man's eyes darkened and Szayel knew he'd have no problem knocking his lights out, at work or not. Luckily, he was saved when the door to the front office opened and a large, dark skinned male walked out scratching his head in confusion.
"Szayel, the boss says I wasn't cheated. He said he gave me too many hours so he deducted seven," Yammy complained to the pink haired man, who sighed in annoyance. Normally the giant troll would bother Ulquiorra, but the lucky little goth was off for the day so he was the one who had to suffer from Yammy's stupidity. It seriously surprised him that the man had lived as long as he had.
"Sorry, my mistake." Szayel waved his hand dismissively and turned his attention back to Grimmjow. "Well, can you describe his features? Hair color, eye color, age, anything?" he asked.
"What are you guys talking about?" Yammy asked, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. Grimmjow rolled his eyes at his giant coworker; he was really not in the mood. Still, on the bright side, if he wanted to take his frustration out on Yammy the idiot probably wouldn't even realize what was happening.
"Grimmjow met someone last night but he can't remember his name or number," Szayel explained with a smirk, ignoring Grimmjow's menacing glare. He knew his glasses would probably be broken later (along with his nose), so it was better to get his kicks in while he still could.
"Hahahaha, you can't remember his name! Even I can remember the people I met a night before!" Yammy's laugh echoed throughout the room and Grimmjow gritted his teeth, mentally debating who to run over first.
"No you don't," replied another man as he yawned. They turned to see Stark snoozing in the backseat of a Mercedes Benz they were working on later. "And before you even ask, I didn't see the guy you were with," Stark said before Grimmjow could open his mouth.
"Now then, describe him and I'll see if I can find anyone in town who matches that description," Szayel ordered, putting his hands back on the keyboard.
"He shouldn't be too hard to find. He has beautiful soft orange hair, beautiful brown eyes..." Grimmjow smirked as he began describing his beauty.
"You don't need to add the word 'beautiful' to everything. I get the idea; you think he's hot and you want to screw him," Szayel interrupted.
"Whatever. He said he was twenty-one, or was it twenty-two? Fuck, I can't remember," Grimmjow cursed. He slammed his fist into the desk, startling the pink haired man.
"Is he real or are ya makin' him up, Grimmy?" a new voice asked, and all four men groaned in irritation at the sight of Ichimaru Gin walking towards them before swinging an arm around Grimmjow's shoulder. From his short silver hair to his eleven and a half size shoe, the man was a creep. Even worse, he was the boss's pet.
"Fuck off, ass kisser," Grimmjow muttered under his breath, resisting the urge to punch the weirdo in the face. However strong the desire, he knew that if he gave in to it he could kiss his job goodbye.
"Aw, now that's not fair comparin' me ta Ulqui-chan. I ain't that bad." Gin leaned against him and Grimmjow dug his nails into the palms of his hands, ignoring the sting of pain as he broke skin. It was better than the alternative.
Luckily, Gin either got the hint or could sense the boss was in need of him, and he let go the of blue haired man. He waved cheerfully at the others before going into the office and shutting the door behind him. How come we have to take a fucking drug test and he doesn't? Grimmjow thought to himself bitterly.
"So, is there anything else you can tell me about this person?" Szayel asked, turning the screen around so Grimmjow could get a look. His eyes widened when he saw Szayel's results: eighty-three people lived in Karakura Town who were in their twenties and had orange hair and brown eyes.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed. Szayel turned the screen back around and frowned at it.
"I know, I had no idea this many people with orange hair lived in this town. I have yet to see one," Szayel mused, and started trying to find images of the people listed.
"Why don't you try asking Nnoitra or Ulquiorra?" Stark suggested. "Maybe one of them saw this guy last night." His eyes drooped he went back to snoring.
Grimmjow looked over at his friend with consideration and pulled out his cell phone. He had just begun texting Nnoitra when the boss's door opened. "Grimmjow, can you tell me what the policy on cell phones is here?" He cringed at the voice and glanced over to see his boss standing there with a raised eyebrow. Gin stood behind him with an aggravating smirk.
"Can't remember," Grimmjow muttered to the amusement of the brown haired man, Sosuke Aizen.
"Well then I'll have to send the company policy packet home with you again, and I expect you to be able to recite it to me by tomorrow," Aizen told him, and watched with satisfaction as his employee cursed under his breath.
"Y-y-yes, sir," Grimmjow growled, his anger reaching new peaks. There was only one way he'd be satisfied now: if he had his beauty in his arms by tonight, he could just forget about his asshole of a boss. Hell, he'd fuck his beauty on top of the fucking employee manual.
"Good. I'll expect you in my office tomorrow morning by eight o'clock." Aizen smirked, knowing full well that it was Grimmjow's day off. He watched as his employee turn beet red from rage. If the blue haired man hadn't been so young and healthy, Aizen would have worried he'd have a heart attack. "Gin, come with me," he ordered, though he knew the silver haired man would follow him anywhere with or without his command.
"Motherfucker," Grimmjow cursed, not even caring that the two men weren't all the way out the door yet. He was at the end of his rope. Even Yammy could tell that it wouldn't be smart to mess with the infuriated man at the moment.
"Er, why don't you try calling? Maybe they remember," Szayel suggested, trying ease his friend a little (and before Grimmjow decided to take his anger out on the garage, or worse, Szayel).
"Damn well better remember," Grimmjow muttered as he took his phone out again and scrolled down to Nnoitra's number. He waited for the phone to ring and glanced over at Szayel and Yammy. They turned their heads, carefully avoiding looking in his direction.
"What?" Nnoitra finally answered, and not in the best of moods. Guess Tesla had kept him up all night, though knowing his friend it was probably the other way around. "Ya better start speaking or I swear I'll come down there and kick your ass for waking me up," he growled into the phone.
"Do you remember the guy I was with last night?" Grimmjow asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
"I don't even remember you being there, much less some bimbo you picked up," Nnoitra replied, and Grimmjow bristled. No one spoke about his beauty like that. He made a mental note to punch Nnoitra in the face later … though, come to think of it, he still might need his help finding his beauty. Okay then, after he found his beauty he was going to punch him in the face.
"Whatever, let me talk to Ulquiorra," Grimmjow demanded. His eye twitched when Yammy picked up a power tool and started making a racket, presumably just to irritate him.
"No, you come over here and you wake Ulquiorra up. The last time I woke him up, he broke my pinky finger," Nnoitra replied, refusing point blank.
"You're such a pussy," Grimmjow said, and hung up before Nnoitra could retaliate.
The search was not going well so far, but he refused to give up. He had only met his orange haired beauty last night, and he doubted his beauty would be expecting him to call right away. Hell, guys were supposed to wait a day or two before calling, so he still had some time. He'd find his beauty before then, before his beauty forgot about him, and most importantly, before any other suitors tried to chase after him. He narrowed his eyes at the thought. He'd beat them into a coma if they dared to go near his beauty! Beauty was his and his alone!
"Motherfu-" the two older men heard as they left the shop, Gin snickering at Aizen's side.
"He sure is fun to tease, ain't he?" Gin commented, a large, evil grin spreading across his face.
"That he is. Now, tell me more about what you heard," Aizen said as they walked to the end of the parking lot and waited for the cars to pass so they could walk to the Starbucks across the street.
"Yeah, heard him talkin' about findin' some orange haired guy, says he's beautiful," Gin replied, his grin dimming slightly as they reached the other side of the street. "Why ya so curious about who the blueberry is after? Ya not thinkin' of leavin' me for him, are ya?" he asked, trying to hide his anxiety. He' d only told Aizen about what he'd heard because he thought his boss would get a kick out of it. He hadn't expected him to be so interested.
"I wouldn't dream of it. " Aizen smirked as Gin opened the door to the coffee shop and they walked inside. A short girl with raven hair was cleaning a table, and she gave them a cursory glance before going back to her work. Neither men paid much attention to her as they made their way to the counter to place their order.
"How can I help you?" asked a tall redhead who had wiry hair pulled back into a ponytail and a yellow bandana wrapped around his head.
"I'll have a grande tazo orange blossom tea," Aizen said, and Gin ordered an espresso. As Gin waited for Aizen to finish paying for their drinks he spotted something, or rather someone, rather interesting.
"Hey Ichigo, did you get those orders?" the redhead nagged his orange haired coworker, who was checking his phone for any missed calls. It was the seventh time he'd checked that morning, but he still hadn't gotten any calls.
"Huh, what were they again?" Ichigo asked his coworker and friend, Renji, who face faulted at the confirmation that his friend hadn't been paying attention, again.
"You were checking your phone again, weren't you? You better make sure Urahara doesn't see or ... well, you know," warned the petite black haired girl, finishing with the tables and going to the sink to wash her hands.
"I'm just waiting for a phone call. I met someone last night." Ichigo sighed happily at the memory of the handsome devil he'd met at the club. His heart melted just thinking about that deep voice, that wild blue hair, those piercing blue eyes that stared into his very soul, and every other desirable aspect of his blue devil.
"You met someone at that club? Are you sure they're sane?" Renji asked as he absently started brewing the tea and espresso for the customers. He remembering getting a call from his brown haired friend, Keigo, the previous night, saying that he, Chad, Orihime, and Uryu were going to the newest dance club again and wanting to know if he and Rukia would join them. After going there the night it'd opened, though, he'd sworn he'd never step foot in that place again. It surprised him that Ichigo had gone again, especially considering how some guy with bells in his hair and a pink haired girl on his shoulder had tried to molest him the first time. He'd been lucky to get away with all his clothing still intact.
"He seemed normal, and he was really good looking." Ichigo smirked, which was started to freak Renji out. It was rare to see his friend without a scowl. This guy must have been pretty special to get a reaction like this out of him.
"What's his name?" Renji asked as he finished making the tea and waited for the espresso machine to finish.
"Uh…." Ichigo stared at Renji, dumbfounded. Fuck, what was his name? he cursed to himself, furrowing his brow as he tried to remember.
"Oh sorry, I forgot, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki," he introduced himself, and held out his hand to the handsome blue devil sitting next to him. He couldn't believe his luck. Everything about this guy was flawless. He must be god's gift to men. The blue haired devil smirked at him then, and he could feel all his blood rushing down south.
"Gr?mj?w Ja?ge?ja?u?z." His heart fluttered when the blue devil's strong hand took his.
"...It started with a G," Ichigo said finally, blushing at the realization that he'd forgotten the handsome blue devil's name. Well he has my number, so I guess I'll find out when he calls, he thought to himself. Suddenly insecure, he amended, If he calls.
"Oh my god. You really are hopeless," Renji muttered as he put lids on the drinks.
"I'm hopeless? You're the one who sat home alone rocking yourself to sleep because Byakuya forgot about your date," Ichigo shot back, and Renji turned around and glared at him. Oh yeah, I know and so does everyone else. You want to keep going? I can always bring up the time you peed on the carpet in kindergarten and blamed it on Keigo, he thought to himself, just waiting for the redhead to make his next move.
"Would you two shut up and give the customers their drinks? They've been waiting forever," they heard before the petite girl, Rukia, stomped on both of their feet to try and shock some sense into them.
"He started it," Renji muttered as Ichigo took the two cups in his hands and walked around the counter.
"Here, sorry about that," Ichigo apologized to the two gentlemen as he sat their drinks on the table. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked, and fidgeted with the hem of his apron when both men started eyeing him.
"No, that will be all. Thank you." Aizen smiled at the orange haired youth, who nodded before turning and going back around the counter.
"Mmm, ya sure ya don't want to try some strawberry muffins? He has some nice ones." Gin licked his lips as he checked out their server's ass, causing Aizen to chuckle. "So ya think that's the kid the blueberry has his eyes on?" he asked, pulling the lid off his expresso before taking a sip.
"I had a vague idea it was him," Aizen revealed, and put both hands around his tea to warm them up.
"Ya gonna tell him? I mean, he'll find out eventually anyway," Gin said, setting his espresso down and glancing back over at the orange haired youth who was checking his phone yet again.
"No, I think we'll consider this payback for that picture he made," Aizen replied, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. A month ago a picture had been spread around the office of him wearing a butterfly suit. He hadn't been very amused, to say the least. Luckily, he'd been able to get Ulquiorra to tell him who'd created the picture without much effort.
"This should be fun. Not ta mention, we get to watch the blueberry's little treat whenever we want." Gin grinned as he propped his elbows on the table and continued to ogle Grimmjow's orange haired beauty.
A/N: thanks a lot Kubo, ya just destroyed a bunch of fanfics. I'm pretty sure Ichigo has evolved into a seme thanks to 420!
Chapter 3: Blue Devil vs the Albino Rat
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