*Sigh* So, I know I haven't updated for like a whole week now, but I have a few reasons for that. First off, I got a crazy stomach virus last Tuesday (like srsly, why). Then, when I was finally feeling better, I had to catch up on more homework than I expected. Like, I wasn't expecting so much work just from missing two days. And here I thought my senior year was going through hassle free. But now that that's all out of the woods, I'm back! Sorry, this chapter is mostly fillerish, but you guys get to see Ichigo and Grimmjow be dorks and assholes to each other XD. Other than that, please enjoy! ^o^
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Tap
Ok, so the derivative of 4x is 4...
Tap tap
Then, you take the sine of forty-five, which is the square root of two over two…
Tap tap tap tap tap
Now multiply that by ten and you get…
"Psst."
"OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?!"
Blinking, he rose his hands in surrender. "Whoa, calm down. I was only gonna ask 'bout this problem. I don't really get it, y'know?"
"Grimmjow, could you be anymore louder? It's so goddamn annoying and distracting with you tapping your pencil on your desk! Unlike you, I'm actually trying to do my work here."
With a sly grin, he replied, "Aww, that's not fair! I really need your help. Why you gotta be so mean to me, eh Berry?"
"Save it! I know your game; you're just trying to annoy me, so back off. And I told you not to call me that, dammit!"
Beside the bickering duo, Renji turned to face the bald, young teen sitting next to him and sighed. "Man, they've been at it for three months now. Honestly, do they ever even stop to breathe?"
Ikkaku, laughing loudly, brought up a finger to wipe a tear. "Can't you see it, Ren? The way they argue non-stop like that, yet always hang around each other. It's like they're a married couple, I swear! They're so dense."
Barely dodging the pencil that was aimed at him, Ikkaku stared at Ichigo. The redhead had veins of anger blooming, his ever-present scowl growing in intensity, his next words quiet yet fierce. "Ikkaku, shut the fuck up. I'm not in the mood, as you can tell. I'm already dealing with one annoying pest, so don't antagonize me." Gulping, both Ikkaku and Renji turned their heads away, pretending to whistle. With Grimmjow snickering in the background, the one-sided argument only continued.
It has been a few months since the day both Ichigo and Grimmjow reached an agreement with each other. After their long conversation at the park, becoming friends was more natural than Ichigo had expected. They would constantly be with each other when given the opportunity, always sitting next to each other during lunch, and even visit each other's homes. It was a little awkward for Ichigo when he met Nel, given what he knew, but that feeling quickly faded with her zealous attitude. If anything, it was more awkward, and painful, when Grimmjow encountered Ichigo's family for the first time. That kick to the head, courtesy of Isshin, was not soft at all.
Still, they both clicked well beyond the scope of anybody's expectations. They were also happier whenever they were spending time together. Granted, Renji was still Ichigo's best friend. They were practically brothers. However, there was just something about the bluenette that drew him closer, wanting more of his presence. It was a bit strange for him, to say the least.
Pushing that aside, there were still dangers coming from all around. Buried skeletons of the past were quickly rising again, coming after the Grimmjow with a vengeance. And, unfortunately, Ichigo was just at the wrong places at the wrong times. He would get sucked into a world that Grimmjow so desperately hoped he didn't encounter; one in which Ichigo's very life would be at stake.
"Your report?"
"Sir, the experimental drug will be completed within the coming weekend. We are kicking out the remaining kinks to it as we speak."
"Very good. As long as we keep this up, we will be able to unleash it unto the unexpected population. Once that's finished, we can move forward. Excellent work, Octava. You are dismissed. And how are things going on your end, Cuatra?"
"I believe we have the sufficient amount of data to carry out our disposal plan. It will be quick and simple."
"Splendid. Carry on."
Looking at the monitors in front of him, he took a moment of silence, pondering his next move. With a serious expression, he stood firm as he watched the many images of a blue-headed figure, along with many others. A notable one who clung to the bluenette in many surveillance missions, the fiery redhead, was shown in most of the images. With a small smile, he carefully whispered to himself, "So, what will our first move be? It's almost time, Grimmjow."
"I'm going to stay at your house tonight."
Looking at the redhead next to him, he lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "Uhm...and why, exactly, you gonna do that outta nowhere?"
Laughing, he continued walking towards his friend's apartment. "Goatface is being shitty annoying again, and I honestly need a break from that household once in awhile. Besides, it's been some time since I've been over. Got a problem with that?"
"Nah," he answered, indifferently. "S'cool, I guess. Nel's been dyin' to see ya anyway. I swear, I can never understand that woman's obsession with you."
"You're telling me! No offence, but your sister's tits squeeze the life out of me, to the point where I sometimes can't breathe. But, to be honest, anything sounds better than being home right now."
Reaching the apartment, Ichigo was on the ground faster than he could blink. "Itsygo! I'm so happy to see you!"
"N-Nel, can't bre-"
"Holy Christ, Nel, get off of him already! Let the man breathe. It's bad enough that he has to deal with his retarded father who decides trying to kill him daily is good parenting. And I know you're better now, but do ya have to be so damn jumpy?"
"Hmph! Killjoy." She slowly helped Ichigo up, bowing apologetically. "Oh yeah. I got you those popsicles you wanted, Grimm. They're in the freezer."
"That's right, thanks! I completely forgot about them." Walking over to the couch, he slumped his body onto it and laid completely laxed. "Hey Ichigo, buddy ol' friend. Wanna be a pal and get me a popsicle? I'm too tired to get up now."
"You dumbass, get your own shit. I'm not your servant."
"Don't be a bitch. Get me a damn popsicle, already. And I want the red one."
"So fucking annoying…" Opening the freezer, he grabbed two popsicles and unwrapped them from their casings. He was expecting two red ones, but he must have grabbed a blue one as well. Staring at the treats before him, he was suddenly brought into a state of subconscious. Everything was black around him, and he couldn't see ahead of himself. "Where the hell am I?"
Then, he was dragged into a depressing scenery. He didn't really understand why he felt depressed, but there was something about this that made him feel that way. Where was he? Was he hallucinating?
He finally realized that he was at the local park, except it didn't look like how it did today. Everything seemed younger. In the distance, he could see two figures on the pair of swings. One was himself as a child, the other a black silhouette. The black silhouette walked away for about a minute, but then returned holding two objects. Upon closer inspection, he could make out two ice cream cones. Then, the figure opened his mouth, words coming out.
"I wanted to cheer you up. I hope you take my offer in blueberry ice cream. I didn't know what flavor you wanted, so I just went with our different hair colors!" That voice! Ichigo was pulled out of his trance from hearing his name being called out. "Oi! What's takin' so long?"
Staring down at his hands clenched around the sticks, he loosened up and steadied his breathing. "Sorry, I got distracted," he whispered back.
"Hmm? What's wrong? You look tense, like something just happened to you." Ichigo shook his head, claiming it to be nothing. "Uh, well ok, then. Come on, I still have to pay ya back for the last time you beat me at my own game!"
Faking a smile, he wordlessly followed, as he grew frustrated from the situation. What was that about? A memory? But...that voice. It sounded so familiar, but who was it? Why can't I remember anything?
"Decimo! Noveno!" Two figures walked in the room, bowing respectively. "It is time we made our move. I order you two to go out and capture Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, alive. If there is any resistance, be it from him or from outside forces, do whatever you can to dispose of the resistance. But do not execute the target, under any means. That job is mine alone."
"Of course, sir," replied the two, rising from their position and exiting the room.
"We are coming for you, Grimmjow. I am coming!"
AN: One of you guys had asked what Cuatra meant (as in which number). So, just to get any confusion out of the way, here are all the numbers from zero through tenth that I'll be using in their Spanish format.
Cero: Zero
Primera: First
Segunda: Second
Tres: Third
Cuatro(a): Fourth
Quinto: Fifth
Sexta: Sixth
Septima: Seventh
Octava: Eighth
Noveno: Ninth
Decimo: Tenth
And with that, hopefully nobody will be confused anymore as to who's what lol. (I also realized I mispelled Cuatra in the last chapter. I used a Q instead of a C, woops. But it's alright! I fixed it XD)