Well I have just been update crazy this week! I decided to update this since I updated just about everything else, so I thought what the heck. Once again thank you for those who reviewed on my new story. All the great reviews mean a lot! Well anyway, please enjoy this chapter and remember to review! I do not own Bleach
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Once me and Grimmjow's fight was over, we drove to IHOP. I had the oddest craving for pancakes. When we got there, the waitress got us our booth and menu's. I didn't bother to look at it, neither did Shinji, since we both knew what we were getting. Shiro took notice of this.
"You guys aren't gettin' anything?" he asks with his usual grin plastered on his face. I return the grin.
"We are. We just know what we're getting already." Shiro hums.
"So then ya' come here often?" I shrug.
"Sometimes I don't feel like cooking and Shinji gets on my last nerve when he's hungry, so IHOP is always an option." Shiro chuckles a little bit and sets his menu down.
"Well I know what I'm getting. I was just wonderin' if I had to pay or if Grimm-Gram's gonna do it for me?" Grimmjow glares at him from his spot next to Shinji. He didn't want to sit next to me because he was still pissed about how the fight went.
"Fuck. You Shirosaki…" Shiro just laughed. I pat him on the back and lean close to his ear while grinning smugly.
"Don't take it personally, Shiro. Grimmjow's just bitter because he lost the match…"
"I ain't fuckin' bitter!" He yells. I snicker and whisper to Shiro, but still loud enough for Grimmjow to hear.
"Bitter…" I sang out. I could hear Grimmjow gritting his teeth. Probably trying to hold his tongue or restrain from hitting me.
"Look, Kurosaki, you know I would've won that fight if this guy hadn't said something!" He said pointing to Shinji. Shinji just shrugs his shoulders.
"No one told you to respond and look away from your opponent. That's just stupid. So that makes you stupid, stupid." Grimmjow tsk's and turns to face me.
"Are all your friend's annoying like this one?"
"Just about…" The waitress then comes back to take our orders. Shinji orders first.
"I'll have the ham and cheese omelet with orange juice!" He orders happily. The waitress smiles back and writes down his order and then turns to Shiro.
"For you sir?"
"I'll have bacon and eggs with orange juice and a side of your number, please?" Shiro asks slyly. I waitress blushes and stumbles over her words when I order.
"You for sir. Oh I mean, for you sir? S-Sorry, that caught me off guard." She says, blush still intact.
"It's fine. I'll take the strawberry cheese cake pancakes with light whip cream and cranberry juice." The waitress hums.
"And for you sir?" Grimmjow looks up and glares. The waitress flinches at the look.
"I want a western omelet. I want cheese on that and I want crispy bacon. Crispy. With orange juice. And so help me God, if the bacon is not crispy!" At this point the waitress is shaking, almost to the point of tears.
"I-I'll let them know!" she said as she runs off to place our orders. I glare at Grimmjow.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"You know what! Why did you just frighten that girl? All she did was ask you what you wanted!"
"And I answered her! Don't know why she's cryin'…"
"You could've answered her a little nicer than that. You know, just because you're pissy about losing that fight doesn't mean you can take it out on everybody else!"
"I'm not mad about that stupid fight!" he says childishly, nose turned in the air. Maybe if it wasn't Grimmjow it would've been cute but since it was Grimmjow, it made me want to vomit.
"You're such a baby…" I mumble under my breath.
"You know, if she has the chef spit in our lunches I'm blaming you…" Shinji says to Grimmjow. Grimmjow shrugs his shoulders and starts to play with sugar packets. The waitress comes back with our drinks. She hands everyone their drinks, but makes sure not to make eye contact with Grimmjow. Once she was done passing out our drinks, she turns to walk away but was caught by Shiro.
"Wait, what about that number cutie?" She blushes again.
"I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend." She says as she bows slightly. Shiro lets go of her hand and sighs dramatically.
"Hmm that's okay, Ichi's waaaay cuter anyway!" Shiro says as he places a light kiss on my neck. I vaguely think about what happened earlier and punch his chest roughly then push his face away from mine. I take a sip of my juice and grin with the straw in my mouth.
"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me…" I say. Shiro rubs the spot where I punched him, receiving a look of sympathy from the waitress. She pats his back lightly.
"It's okay, maybe it wasn't meant to be…"
"Damn right it's not." I tell her as I look at Shiro. Shiro smirks and sits back up.
"You realize that that's not going to stop me from trying again, right?" I sigh.
"It will if I do it." Grimmjow growls out from the other side of the table. Sensing the tension, the waitress backs off to go get our food.
"So Grimmjow, how are we gonna work out my tuition payments?"
"I'm having Ulquiorra set it up now, so don't pester me about it." He groans out
"There you go being bitter again." I tell him as I smile. Something about not being in debt really makes you happy. I unknowingly smile at Grimmjow causing him to give me a look of confusion but smile back anyway.
"What's got you smilin' all of a sudden?" He asks. My sweet smile turns dark.
"Oh nothing really. Just thinkin' about all the horrible things I'm going to make you do while you're my servant for a week." Grimmjow's face drops.
"Shit…" he curses lowly. I don't blame him. I had some pretty sick shit in mind. Before he could respond the waitress comes back once more, this time with our food. I feel my stomach growl as the smell of bacon and pancakes hits my nose. She places our food in front of us one at a time. Once she's done she steps back and patiently awaits Grimmjow's opinion of his bacon. He looks up at her and glares then smiles.
"Cooked to perfection…nice job. You will be rewarded with a nice tip." She smiles happily and walks off to the next table. I Hear Shiro chuckle.
"You're awful." He tells Grimmjow. Grimmjow gives a charming smile.
"The worst…"
One Week Later
Things had been going great this past week. Especially since Grimmjow's been at my disposal. Today was the last day I got to torture him until he was back to torturing me. So I planned to use every ounce of power I had left. I did have to admit that Grimmjow has a lot more patience than I thought. He's been through shopping with Shinji when I didn't want to go, rubbing my feet, doing my ridiculously large amount of math homework, and as of right now buying me sherbet ice cream.
But it's not that simple as one would think. I'm being picky today, the ice cream has to have raspberry sherbet, a little bit of lemon, tons of strawberry sherbet, and a smudge of orange cream. And to top it off, it has to be a gallon. Now, I know I could easily get something like that at Cold Stone, but I neglected to tell Grimmjow that. So he's been riding around since 12pm trying to find this ice cream that he thinks I made up. I wonder how pissed he is…
"Oh speak of the devil…" I say as I answer my phone.
"Listen here Kurosaki! I've been to 8 different Kroger's and none of them have that ridiculous flavor of ice cream! Now, either you pick something else instead of having me travel across fucking world or you don't get the ice cream at all! It's your call!" I think it's about time I tell him.
"Grimmjow, why did you go to 8 different Kroger's? I told you to go to Cold Stone to buy something like that." I tell him, trying to hold back my laughter. I can just imagine the veins popping out of Grimmjow's forehead. I've come to notice the small things like that from how long I've been spending time with him this past week.
"You mean to tell me, I've been wasting my gas to get you some ice cream that I can buy at one. Fucking. Store!? Why the fuck didn't you mention that earlier instead of having me travel to Narnina and back!? Ichigo, I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" At this point I'm crying, it's so funny.
"Oops, I must have forgotten that part."
"God fucking damn it!"
"Gotta go, see you when you get here!" I say as I hang up the phone. I'm sure he's going to be angry with me but until 12am he's my servant.
No more than 10 minutes later Grimmjow comes back and as I figured, he has veins popping out of his head. He roughly shoves the bag of ice cream in my lap and scowls as he takes a seat. I smile at him.
"Welcome back Grimm, how was your trip?" he raises his hand.
"Just…don't right now, okay?" I laugh and get up to go get some spoons. I give one to Grimmjow and he looks at me questionably.
"Why'd you give me a spoon?"
"Cos' you're gonna help me eat it. I'm not gonna work you to death today especially since you still have to take me to dinner for another week." Grimmjow groans.
"Don't remind me. You're killing my funds…" I snort taking a scoop of the sherbet.
"Oh please you have enough money to feed the world at least once. By the way, Shinji won't be at dinner with us today. He says he's gotta work over time today." Grimmjow hums.
"So…that means it's just gonna be us. Like a date?" I freeze in my tracks and blush.
"N-No, not like a date. Like you buying me dinner and that's it!" Grimmjow chuckles and leans closer to me. I pretend not to notice as I eat more of my ice cream. Grimmjow then puts his arm around my shoulder and gets even closer and I find myself wondering why I haven't moved him yet. It's almost like…I'm waiting for him to kiss me or something! What is wrong with me!?
Grimmjow then scoops himself a spoonful of my ice cream. He looks at me and grins madly like he knew what I was waiting for. I just knew he was going to tease me.
"What's the matter, Ichi? Not what you were expectin'?" I blush and go back to eating my ice cream.
"Jerk…"
"Aww come on. Don't be that way! I was just teasin' ya'. If you want me to kiss you, I'll kiss you…" He says as he leers at me. I feel my spoon drop from my hands and onto the couch as he leans closer to my face.
"N-No, that's not what I-" I try to get out. But before I could finish my sentence Grimmjow was already kissing me. I wanted him to pull away and tell me that he was just joking. That he wasn't serious about the way he was holding me right now. I wanted him to let me go so I could hit him and this would be a big joke. But it wasn't. Grimmjow was kissing me and I had one hand gripping his shirt and the other in his hair.
The kiss had went from playful to rough and needy. I knew I should've stopped him but I just couldn't. Grimmjow was a damn good kisser so when he pulled away, I found myself whining at the loss of his warm, soft lips on mine. We looked each other in the eye for a moment and Grimmjow cleared his throat.
"W-Well that was not what I thought would happen. I would've thought you'd be hitting me right now, heh heh." Grimmjow jokes lightly. I sit up straight and avoid his intense gaze that I know he wants me to return back.
"Yeah. Look I-I got stuff to do so if you want you can leave if you want." I tell him. What I tell him wasn't really a choice, I wanted him to leave but I didn't want to be an asshole about it. I just really needed some time to clear my head. I think Grimmjow got that.
"Yeah, alright. I'll come back at 8 to take us to go get some dinner. Dress nicely, we're goin' some place nice tonight." I don't know if I replied or not but I must've because Grimmjow let himself out. After he left I found myself still sitting on the couch that me and Grimmjow just kissed on.
"Why did I let him kiss me?" I ask myself. I'm a rational thinker, I can find some explanation to why this happened. All I have to do is think. Think. In the time I spent with Grimmjow, between work, him coming to my house after work to do my biding, and him taking me out to dinner every night, I think I let myself get too comfortable. But it's not like I hate him though, I can't just cut him off. He didn't necessarily do anything wrong and it's not like I tried to stop him from kissing me. Maybe that's what I wanted.
We had been spending just about all of our time together, probably more than 10 hours every day. And I was enjoying myself. We had a lot in common. Same taste in food, clothing, and hell even in music. And to be honest, I was starting to look forward to seeing him each day and the more time I spent with him, the more I realized I was starting to…
"Oh my god, I-I think I like Grimmjow." I finally pieced together
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After I realized I liked Grimmjow, I felt a little more self-conscience. He had told me to dress nicely for dinner and I had but now I feel like I had overdressed. I had on the black suit that I had worn for my high school graduation. I had even straightened my hair a little bit! But it was already too late to change since we were already at the restaurant. Grimmjow had dressed nicely as well; a dark blue suit with a matching tie and a charming smile to go along with it. I paled in comparison when I was with Grimmjow. Upon thinking that I fiddled with my tie once more. Grimmjow sighed.
"Would you leave it alone already? I already told you that you fine."
"That's easy for you to say. I didn't know we were coming to a fancy place like this. This is completely out of my budget."
"Yeah, well, it's not out of mine. This is what you wanted, right? For me to provide you with breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day and night for two weeks. I'm doing that and now you have a problem with it."
"It's not that, it's just…couldn't you have picked someplace you know, less fancy? We've been going to cheap places and I was okay with that but this is a bit much Grimm…" He smirks at me.
"You know, you've been callin' me Grimm a lot lately. What's up with that?" he asks with a sly smile.
"Shut up!" Just then a waitress come up to us. I can already tell she's ready to flirt with Grimmjow by the way she's looking at him. Her button up shirt isn't buttoned all the way, relieving her cleavage and on top of that, she's batting her eyes at him. She wasn't ugly either, I see no reason why Grimmjow wouldn't be staring at her the way he is.
"Hi my name is Cirucci and I'll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get you?" she asks Grimmjow lustfully. Grimmjow smiles.
"Yeah, I'll take the seafood linguine with a glass of red wine." I watch as they share lust filled stares or maybe it was just my imagination, I'm not entirely sure at the moment. The waitress laughs at something Grimmjow said and I feel myself get angrier as I realize that I'm jealous of this woman. It's just plain ridiculous and I'm disappointed in myself for behaving like a teenage girl.
"Ichigo? You alright? The waitress had been calling you for a while now. You feelin' okay?" He asks.
"Actually, no I'm not. You think it'd be okay, if you just took me home?" Grimmjow nods and gets up.
"Yeah, yeah. No problem. I was starting to wonder why you weren't talkin' as much. If you didn't feel well you didn't have to come."
"Sorry…" I mumble. I keep my head down as we walk to his car. I don't talk that much while we drive back to the loft. Grimmjow doesn't either, on account that he thinks I'm sick and that I just want to be left alone.
We arrive at my place and I waste no time getting out of the car and rushing to get in the house.
"If you don't feel well tomorrow you don't have to come in." he says. I never knew he could make me feel like shit just by offering me a day off. That makes me even more disgusted with myself. I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch and take out my phone, dialing a number I thought I would never use. I wait until I hear someone pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey…"
"Ichi? Well what are you doin' callin' lil' ole me?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends…"
"I want you to come over." It's silent for a moment.
"Alright. I'll be there in 10…" I don't reply, I simply hang up. I wait for my guest to arrive and true to his word, he's knocking on my door in less than 10 minutes. I walk to the door and unlock it. I keep my head down as he walks over to the couch. I lock up the door before I walk over to where he is.
"So, Ichi, why'd ya' call me here? I could've sworn you and Grimmjow had a date. Or at least, that's what he told me…" I walk over to him and sit on his lap and look him in the eye.
"Shiro. I want you to have sex with me." He looks at me for a moment before smirking and shaking his head.
"I take it something happened on that little date of yours?" I grip his shirt tighter.
"Please?" I ask, trying to get him to avoid anything else he might say about Grimmjow.
"He also told me about that kiss you guys shared."
"I don't know why I did it…"
"So I take it your just confused about your feelings for Grimmy then and you're using me to try and forget them, right?" I knew what I was doing was wrong on several levels. Not only is he Grimmjow's friend but I'm using Shiro to escape my own problems.
"You know, Ichi, I got feelin's for ya' too. How do you think that makes me feel? I'm not too kin on bein' used…"
"I'm sorry. I know this is wrong." I mumble quietly.
"However, I'd be a fool to pass an offer like this up. I hope you don't regret this…Ichi once I start, I'm not stoppin'." He informs. I nod my head.
"I got it. I just…really need this." I say as he kisses me. I hope I don't regret this either.
There it is folks. Ichi's realization and his resolve. And just to put this out there, Ichigo is confused with himself and his feelings with Grimmjow. You can't really hate someone after you spend just about an entire week with that person, let alone just about every hour with them. And Ichigo is facing facts with that so he thinks by sleeping with Shiro it'll clear up any feelings with Grimmjow. I saying this if I didn't make it clear enough in this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and review and tell me what you think. And depending on the feedback of this chapter, I may update later on this weekend. Thanks for reading! Until next time, Bye-Bye!