AN: Hello my faithful readers, me and the anonymous author talked things out and I will be continuing the story and the author will sort've be my beta, so in case I do slip up and use another one of their stories I'll be caught, and I can fix the mistake before posting. Might I say, I didn't know you guys felt so strongly about what I was doing and it wasn't my intention to have such an uproar about it either. I would like to thank all of the ones who supported even though I was at fault. For those who had a major problem with it, and began to not only disrespect me but a fellow author it didn't hurt me in the least nor did it scare me. Gotta problem with me? Be professional and message me instead of commenting or what's worst than that commenting anonymously. What's done is done, and what's said is said, now lets get on with the story. But first...I wanna thank my beta, awesome writer, awesome person, fuck it just simply awesome everything. NOW we can get on with the story. Enjoy!
A month passed between the time Ichigo had slept with Kensei, and since that day things hadn't been right between him and Grimmjow. They had stopped talking altogether, they weren't hanging out anymore, they wouldn't even look at each other in the classes they had together. It left Ichigo a mere hollow of what he was before. He wouldn't laugh, he wouldn't smile, he wouldn't even cry, he was just there. He even gained a reputation. He had begun sleeping with anyone who asked him, hoping he would at least feel something.
But it was all the same.
Nothing.
Ichigo hadn't looked his best in a while;it was visible that he wasn't sleeping because dark circles appeared under his eyes. His hair lacked shine to it, as well as his eyes, both dull and dark. His skin wasn't tanned anymore; it was pasty, and rather pale. All of Ichigo's friends figured it was his way of dealing with the break up between himself and Shiro and that he needed his space, so they granted it to him. In a way, he was dealing with the break up with Shiro. The falling out between him and Grimmjow didn't help so much either.
Ichigo lay on his back, completely lost in thought, as yet another male pinned him to the seat of the car and thrust into him, completely filling him. The redhead only parted his lips slightly in response, in which no sound came out. As the other male peppered kisses on Ichigo's neck, he did nothing but look up at the black ceiling of the car, not feeling a thing. He didn't even notice when the male began to speed up and viciously pound into him. Ichigo's member rested limp on his thigh, he was disappointed he couldn't feel anything, physically or emotionally.
Ichigo didn't even remember who the other male was, nor did he care. Ichigo had done as he normally did, which was sitting in the library alone during lunch and did his homework there, that's when he was approached and offered sex. He wouldn't deny it. In fact , he preferred it. it would be an opportunity for him to feel something. The bell hadn't rung for lunch to end before the two boys were in the redhead's car. It didn't last long, as the redhead spilled himself inside of Ichigo a few minutes before the bell rang for them to head to their next class. The boy panted softly, trying to regain little bits of energy, before pulling off the condom. Ichigo looked up at the other who was motioning for them to go. He sat up, pulled up his grey uniform slacks, and headed back into the school as if nothing had happened.
The seemingly empty teenager walked into his next class, which of course had the two people he did not want to see.
Grimmjow and Shiro.
Grimmjow let out a soft huff, taking his seat in the front row. Grimmjow sat in the back of the classroom with the love-struck couple Ikkaku and Yumichika. Shiro had taken the liberty to sit in the seat next to Ichigo, but much to Ichigo's surprise he didn't say anything.
There was a new student teacher, who was referred to as Hanataro-sama. After the news of Szayel sleeping with one of the students, as well as giving the student a sexually transmitted disease, spread around the school like wild fire, he fled campus to avoid any criminal charges. The new student teacher wasn't as strict, and was rather a push-over.
As usual the class had time before the lesson started to converse amongst themselves. Ichigo kept himself quiet; the soft chatter of the small class was nothing more than buzzing in his ear. His life was practically a mess, and it was all Shiro's fault. He had to live with the guilt of lying to his father about his infection, when he had never lied to the man before. He had slept with his best friend, which had ended up ruining everything. Worst of all, he was lonely, he was empty, he wasn't even Ichigo anymore, and he couldn't stand it.
He clenched his hands on the desk, lowering his head so his gaze met the cold, hard wood. Why was he letting it all get to him? He was ashamed. Hell, he was almost pathetic. He could feel the sting of the tears in his eyes, and he would've begun sobbing right there if he hadn't felt a hand press against his shoulder, tearing him from all the pain. He looked up, not knowing what exactly to expect, but when a flash of soft gold orbs met with his own, he nearly lost it.
"Ichigo…can I speak to ya privately?" Shiro humbly asked which was definitely strange because Shiro had never been humble.
Ichigo nodded and stepped out of the classroom with Shiro no more than a few steps behind.
"What?" Ichigo spoke softly, his eyes still meeting with the floor.
"I feel horrible, about everything. I-I'm hearing things about ya. Yer lettin' all these guys do whatever they want to ya, and it's 'cause 'a me. Yer not the same..and it's my fault, King I deserved ta get what I got, but you didn't deserve that. I love ya…and nothin' is gonna change that. You're my King; it's been that way since we were little squirts." Shiro spoke genuinely and softly, which caught Ichigo's attention immediately. He opened his mouth to respond, but Shiro raised his face so their eyes were locked, and Ichigo forgot what he was going to say.
He was feeling so much, and he didn't even know how to express it. He wanted to kick Shiro's ass, or at least tell him off, but his body wouldn't let him. Slow, pained tears rolled down his cheeks, as he softly began to sob. It was all too much to handle at this point.
"King. I hate seeing ya like this. yer broken. and I'm the only one who can fix ya." Shiro spoke carefully and pulled Ichigo into his arms and began gently stroking his hair.
Ichigo just fell into Shiro's chest and began sobbing a bit louder, losing control over himself. His eyes were blurred by the tears, and it felt like someone had their hand around his heart, squeezing tightly at it. He couldn't help it. He spoke between his blubbering in only a way Shiro would understand.
"Why did you do this? You fucked me up, Shiro! I fucking loved you!"
He was saying one thing, but doing something completely different. Shiro kept quiet and held Ichigo close, Ichigo began clenching at Shiro's shirt and holding on for dear life. After a few moments of silence Ichigo noticed Shiro was comforting him. He slowly unclenched Shiro's shirt, slowly drifting back a bit and they gradually met each other's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. At that point, Ichigo's problems were gone. All the fond memories came rushing back, and in all honesty, Ichigo knew he still loved the albino.
Though the kiss began soft and sweet, it deepened, and Ichigo found himself pressed against Shiro, he couldn't help it. His heart was racing, and his entire body was much relaxed.
How did he do that?
The kiss broke, and both guys were looking at each other, their breathing a bit shaky. Without a word, Ichigo grabbed Shiro's hand and led him out of the corridors, instinctively walking them both to the bathroom, he needed Shiro, and he would do whatever it took to show him. Both boys were oblivious to the pair of sapphire orbs watching them as they slunk away to rekindle their relationship.
A few moments earlier…
Ichigo walked into the classroom and didn't even glance in his direction. Things were getting worse. He would catch Ichigo practically staring into his soul with his empty brown eyes, but now Ichigo wouldn't even look at him. Then, to add salt to the injury, Ichigo leaves the room with Shiro of all people.
Something's not right here.
Grimmjow got up from his seat, and headed over to the door that had a window right down the middle, just so he could watch what the guys were doing. if Shiro tried anything, Grimmjow break his spine.
As he made it to the door, he noticed Ichigo crying into Shiro's chest, and Shiro comforting him. Grimmjow was seconds from opening the door and snatching his friend away, but he was too late. Ichigo kissed Shiro and then led him away. Grimmjow knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't figure out why it made him so jealous. He wanted to follow both of them and break things up, but he knew that if he did, Ichigo would never forgive him. He headed back to his own seat, sat down and began taking notes as the lecture started
Even though things between him and Ichigo had been rough, it didn't mean Grimmjow wasn't going to look out for him. No matter how much it pained him, he couldn't stop Ichigo from sleeping around. He didn't know why Ichigo had chosen to act like this; it wasn't like Grimmjow had done anything.
Grimmjow hadn't slept with anyone after he had slept with Ichigo, because since then, the only thing on his mind was his best friend. No matter how hard anyone else would try, nothing would sum up to just how much he enjoyed sleeping with Ichigo.
Simply put. Ichigo was the best person he had ever slept with.
That was just it; it was just sex. But why was it so special? Was it because it came from Ichigo himself? It couldn't have been; they were only best friends. Sex wasn't that complicated; it was no different than playing PlayStation or wrestling. Things weren't adding up.
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