Right! So I'm in an updating mood right now, and I do say this story is in for an update~ It might not be as epic as the last one, but I'm inspired by new music that I've discovered~ Thank you very much for the reviews :D
"Aizen, does this have to be now? I was kinda in the middle of something," Grimmjow growled. He had almost gotten his prey completely, and then this asshole had to interfere.
"Why yes, Grimmjow, this has to be now," a man with brown, wavy hair with a lock of hair out of place, said. This man, Aizen, seemed to be nothing more than an average guy, but behind that all-knowing grin, which Grimmjow hated so much, there was a demon that only Grimmjow seemed to oppose. "It seems that you've forgotten the rules; we're underground. If that boy knows anything other than your number, and he just happens to let that information slip, there's a high possibility that the wrong ears will hear him. We're making a very good profit in our trafficking business, but what's going to happen when other groups stumble upon our trade lines? What happens when the police discover our trade lines? It's quite a stretch that that one boy could cause such consequences, but it's a risk I'm not willing to take. I'm restricting you from finding this boy outside this club, and if he finds you here, you are not to say anything more about what's behind the surface. Understood?"
Grimmjow continued to glare at this man. Who in the hell was he to lecture him? This was the biggest bullshit Grimmjow had ever been through. So what if he said his name? Like this kid's gonna go around the whole city blabbing his name. From the look of him, that orange-haired guy seemed pretty average. He had underlying talents at dancing, but what else was there? Crazy hair? Fine, if it meant he could see that kid again, fine, Grimmjow would at least act like he was listening to this bastard. "Alright, but I need one condition: we get top floor if he shows back up," Grimmjow hissed.
Aizen's grin faded only in the slightest; however, the Espada didn't miss it. Maybe he overstepped a bit, and he did not want to do that. Aizen would probably lock him up again, down in sub level floors, until Grimmjow would agree to listen to Aizen again. But maybe he didn't as he learned when Aizen said, "Fine, but if that boy finds out anything, you know what'll have to happen, I presume?"
"Yeah, I understand," Grimmjow muttered. Oh how he hated being looked down on by others, and this man seemed to look down on him from his high chair, yet he did it so covertly it just made Grimmjow even more angry at him. Pretty soon, he was gonna get out of this mess, gonna get away from Aizen, away from everyone. Maybe he would join a fight club, or learn actual karate, hell maybe he'd become a goddamn gymnast. As long as he didn't have to deal with this asshole, he'd be content, though whatever his next career be, it had to involve moving.
"Thank you, Grimmjow. You're dismissed. You'd better return to the floor before the others truly miss you," Aizen said, his usual condescending grin back in place. Grimmjow turned without another word, the other Espada following him.
Ichigo sat on his bed in his dark room with his back to the wall while his heart almost breaching his ribcage. What was that? At least a locally famous dancer danced with him! And even in that dim light, this dancer was so attractive. Ichigo hid his face in his pillow. Ugh! Could this get any worse? It could, because this guy, Grimmjow (Ichigo touched his own lips at the so foreign name), wasn't supposed to exist, he wasn't allowed to say his name, and what did that mean? That meant that Grimmjow wasn't ever going to end up with Ichigo. Ichigo almost felt tears building up behind his eyes, though he quickly stopped them from completely formed; he was not going to cry, he promised himself that he wouldn't! But, even if 6 wasn't a dancer, that he was just an ordinary guy, there was no way he was going to be with Ichigo.
Ichigo, who was just an average guy attending college, couldn't attract the attention of someone like Grimmjow, who definitely wasn't an average guy attending college. He probably had women all over him constantly, maybe even men. Hell, he had Ichigo taken over in the span of 45 seconds. Ichigo hid his face deeper into his pillow. How could be depressed over his own words?! Then, the words floated across Ichigo's mind again, 'I'll see you later.' Ichigo wanted to know when later was. Was later this weekend? Tomorrow? Later tonight? Ichigo would find some excuse to go back to that club this weekend, no matter what. Ichigo laid down on his bed, too anxious to fall asleep, thankful that he didn't have classes tomorrow.
That Weekend
Ichigo had succeeded! He was on his way back to his precious Grimmjow. Of course, when his friends invited him along for a birthday (that belonged to a guy he couldn't even remember), he had to seem disinterested, but on the inside, he was more excited than they were to go out. Ichigo had to try to keep his usual scowl instead of breaking into a wide smile. Oh if he friends only knew....
And then there they were, inside the place Ichigo had been anticipating for a week, Grimmjow's place. Ichigo had to remember to refer to him as '6' around anyone other than himself and, of course, Grimmjow. He acted disinterested as he followed Rukia, Renji, Ishida, Inoue, Chad and the others into the familiar group of bodies writhing to the beat. Ichigo subconsciously searched through the crowd as he looked for teal. And then he found it in the centre of the floor, dancing with a posse of women around him as usual.
Seeming to sense him immediately, Grimmjow stalked over to Ichigo, dragging him back to the centre. Ichigo wasn't as embarrassed this time, somehow. However, even before they started to really dance, an announcement came on, interrupting Ichigo's precious moments with Grimmjow: "Sorry to ruin the beat, but we have a special guest tonight! She's a rare sight anymore, but here she is: Neliel Tu Oderschvank (A/N: I'm completely and totally sorry if I spelled that wrong, but I'm really too lazy to search the correct spelling~)!
Ichigo stared blankly as a woman, also with a gifted bust, with long, green hair sauntered onto the floor. His focus was broken as an addition to the announcement came on: "Also, since she hasn't been back here in a while, she's granted a dance with anyone she chooses! So, Neliel, who will be with tonight?" Ichigo saw red as she predictably chose "Grimmjow!" as her partner.
Grimmjow somehow seemed more excited to dance with this chick than when he was with that blonde woman! Ichigo didn't say anything though, as the group backed up to give the couple enough room. Then, the music began (A/N: I was totally listening to "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas as I wrote this). The dance started out slow, just like the beat of the song, but then it picked up; however, to Ichigo, this seemed more like a play fistfight than an actual dance. Both were throwing similar mock punches at each other, their feet moving forward and backward to the beat of the song. But what shocked Ichigo most of all is… they both started to sing.
The lyrics started, with Grimmjow voicing over them:
I'm a beast when you turn me on
Into the future cybertron
Harder, faster, better, stronger
Sexy ladies extra longer
'Cause we got the beat the bounce
We got the beat the pound
We got the beat that 808
That the boom, boom in your town.
This guy could sing, too? What the hell couldn't this guy do?! He probably knew how to sword fight, as well! Then, the woman began right after Grimmjow:
People in the place
If you wanna get down
Put your hands in the air
Will. i. am. drop the beat now.
She could sing, too?! Ichigo felt even more inferior. He couldn't do anything like that, like dance and sing, and captivate others with a single look. And that was all it took: the realization that Grimmjow was going to be with everyone but Ichigo made him want to run home and bury his face in a tub of Ben and Jerry's. But a large, firm hand on his should made him turn around, more angry than depressed…until he saw whose hand it was.
"Hey, man! Where ya goin'? What's wrong? C'mon, we'll go somewhere quieter," Grimmjow purred as he led Ichigo away from the crowd. Ichigo expected to head towards the lounge area that he and Ishida were in the first time Ichigo came here, but instead, they headed towards a staircase going up quite a few floors.
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After what seemed like forever, they reached what Ichigo assumed to be the top floor. "What are you–!" Ichigo started, but was interrupted by Grimmjow's lips crashing into his own. Ichigo tried to resist, but his mouth was penetrated by Grimmjow, and that was all it took to lose control of the situation, unaware that Grimmjow was subtly leading them to a bedroom with a very large bed inside....
Oh God, what in the HELL had Ichigo gotten himself into?! Said man looked at the completely dead form sprawled on the bed next to him. His previously unruly hair looked even more unruly-er than before! The blankets were a mess on the floor, Ichigo felt a very painful 'pang' shoot up his spine when he tried to sit up.
Oh. God. How was Ichigo going to explain this to his friends? To himself?! This was impossible! Ichigo frantically searched for a logical excuse for leaving his friends, then not returning, then having SEX with someone way out of his league! He began to hyperventilate, but a warm hang wrapped around Ichigo's waist, pulling him into warm arms. "What're up so early *yawn* for? Come back to sleep," Grimmjow said, his groggy, slurred words very comforting to Ichigo. And just like that, Ichigo fell back into slumber, strong arms curled around his body, holding him close. Whatever the consequences, he'd face them later; right now, he needed to spend more time with Grimmjow.
A/N: Hahaa, so I avoided a lemon. Lemons and fight scenes I still do not want to write yet, but I promise to work on them! Hehe, I'll definitely be working on the lemon part ;D
But tell me what you think, a.k.a. REVIEW :)
Uhm, I'm sorry if "trafficking" seemed a little anticlimactic/cliche, but I'm thinking about making the Aizen crew part of the Yakuza. O xO Tell me your thoughts please. n____n
ALSO: I do not own rights to any songs mentioned, nor the Bleach characters. I thought I should make that clear before I go any further, and that applies to all of my stories C: