Ichigo and Alice arrived not even an hour later just as Grimmjow was carrying out the last trash bag. He wiped off his hands on his ass and watched as Ichigo's shiny forest green Mercedes bumped along his secluded gravel driveway. He walked over to the expensive car slowly, sliding his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. He thought vaguely of grabbing his long since abandoned tee shirt.
Fuck it, he thought. He'd let her eyes wander over his toned hard muscled body. He gave his shoulders more of a slouch and put on a sexy and cocky grin. Ichigo climbed out from behind the wheel and walked around to the passenger side to open the door. He stopped suddenly as the door was flung open, hitting him in the gut.
"Oof!" he wheezed. Grimmjow only smiled, he was going to get along with this girl just fine. She climbed out sporting bronzed super model smooth skin, pink streaked dirty blonde hair, green eyes, long legs, a lovely hour glass shape to her body, full pink lips, and a smile that could make any ordinary man melt like butter. She wore a simple black tank top, dark blue jeans, and black combat boots. She was also sporting one hell of a black eye.
"How'd you get the shiner?" The bluenet asked.
"My crazy ass ex from New York." She replied. Her accent only off set her sensuality even more.
"Ah. Do you want me to kick his ass?"
"No thanks laddie, he looks much worse than I do. We Irish women have a bit o mean in us." Grimmjow gave a sharp bark of laughter. The girl had a sense of humor, and could most likely drink him under the table, maybe. He watched her stretch and drank all of her in again. She was defiantly his kind of girl; tough, sexy, confident, and a hint of an attitude.
"Are ya just gonna stand there laddie or are ya gonna help me unload my stuff?"
"I'll help you Princess," He said grinning, "I'll help you out of those jeans." He muttered to himself. He walked around the car of the trunk and heaved out her duffle bag and grabbed her laptop case, while she grabbed her art bag and grabbed her sticker covered guitar case.
After setting her stuff in the spare bedroom he walked out with her to bid Ichigo goodbye. Both men nodded to each other while Alice hugged her orange haired friend.
"Take care of yourself, and Grimmjow." He muttered.
"Don't worry lad, I will." Alice watched him drive away and she raised a hand in a wave. She turned and looked at the lovely specimen of a man that was leaning ever so casually against the side of the tan colored trailer. Her eyes drank in his every feature, from his strange hair color to his eyes, smile, bronzed muscles, and the way his worn out faded black jeans hung low on his hips. A sweet temptation, she thought to herself. Sweet indeed, but that smile of his promised dark things, dark but insanely pleasurable things. She realized she was staring; she looked at the ground quickly to think of something to say.
"See something you like Princess?" came his dark seductive voice.
"Nah, just sizing you up."
"Sizing me up? I think you were doing more than that." He said raising a single teal brow at her. Alice only chuckled and stepped onto the wood patio that Grimmjow had built himself.
"Ok laddie, so I was admiring you masculine form, is that such a shock for ya?"
"No, not really."
"Then why are we talking about it?" She moved inside and stared around with her eyes narrowed in critique.
"This place could use a woman's touch." She said after a moment.
"So could I." Grimmjow replied as he reached into the fridge for an apple.
Alice gave a short laugh and shook her head. She plopped down at the table and began looking through some of the doodles that Grimmjow had done out of boredom.
"You draw? "
"A little, usually just animals."
"They're really good." She found a picture of Rukia that made his heart twist painfully for some reason. She had looked really beautiful that day when he drew the picture. Her hair was blowing in the gentle breeze as she sat in the middle of a grassy field smiling softly as she stared at the cloudless sky. The sun made her pale skin glow softly and it made her eyes sparkle.
Grimmjow shook the thought from his head and cleared his throat and collected himself.
"I've been meaning to burn that." His voice cracked. Shit he didn't want that to happen, she'd left him nearly two months ago and they d been together for eight.
"You really loved her didn't you? This Rukia?" Grimmjow looked up sharply. How the hell did she know her name?
"I don't remember ever telling you her name Princess, and no I didn't love her."
"It's on the picture. And it s obvious that you do because of your body language and the way your voice cracked."
"Ok I loved her a little, but it still doesn t change the fact that I m going to burn that picture."
"Aye I figured as much. So why don't ya burn it now?" She pulled out a zippo and held it out to him. He hesitated momentarily and snatched it out of her hand along with the picture and walked over to the sink and lit the picture on fire. He dropped it into the sink and watched it as Rukia s face curled up in flames and cooled into a pile of black ash.
"See? No problem." He said as he moved to the tiny bathroom to take a hot shower, silently hoping that the memories that he and Rukia shared wouldn't come back to haunt him.