A/N: Yeah, I'm updating before I get a good amount of reviews, but I just need to write! Actually, it took me a while to think of a good beginning to this chapter, and I don't think it'll have much to do with the actual plot, but oh well; I wrote it for laughs anyway.
Knock Knock Knock
Ichigo shuffled under the blankets. What was that noise? There was a pause, then: knock knock knock. Ichigo felt someone shift next to him: Grimmjow. The older of the two seemed to ignore it at first then after the next knock knock knock, he couldn't stand it either.
Ichigo clung on to his leaving heat source, but stopped once a deep, purring voice rang across his ear, "I'll be right back."
Ichigo let go reluctantly. He heard the soft footsteps walk across the floor. The next thing he heard was: "Oh, Jesus Christ."
Grimmjow
Seriously? I had to be woken up from his warm, pleasant nap for this guy? What a load of shit. "What do you want, Ulquiorra?" I grumbled. "Can't this wait until later? I've got a helluva hangover."
"Actually, this could've waited, but I wanted to see if you really brought him up here," his monotone voice answered. "I'm coming in."
This bastard, where in the hell did he get the guts to come into my room? Oh well, if he tried to stir up trouble, I'd shove it back in his face.
Normal
Ichigo heard footsteps getting louder again, but… was there more people? Ichigo sat up, very much against his lower body's protest. There was Grimmjow, but who was the guy with him?
Ichigo's stomach churned at the sight of this guy: he had the creepiest white skin Ichigo had ever seen; he had medium length black hair and wide, creepy green eyes. He also wore a white coat that was zipped up until just below the junction of his neck and a white hakama. It looked like he'd just escaped from the nuthouse.
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow and noticed that he was also wearing a white hakama held up by a black obi (Ichigo couldn't help but stare at the fact Grimmjow's hakama was held in place just slightly below his hips).
"There, ya saw 'im, now get out," Grimmjow spat.
The other man seemed incompliant: "Actually, why don't we show him to Aizen-sama, you piece of trash?"
Grimmjow didn't a miss a beat in his reply: "Sure, but then we'd also have to show him the woman you brought up, too, right?" Ichigo noticed a very cocky grin grow on the blue-haired main's face.
The pale guy's eye brows angled the slightest fraction of an inch, and his mouth made the tiniest frown Ichigo had ever seen, but those little changes in his features said a lot.
"How do you know about that, Grimmjow?" his voice was dark.
"Oh please, I think the whole level two floors below us heard you guys," Grimmjow retorted, obviously ignoring the other man's threatened aura. "Though, I'm willing to keep quiet if you will."
Ichigo suddenly felt very small. There were two very agitated men in front of him, and it sounded like him being in the place at all was a mistake. "G-Grimmjow—" Ichigo started, but he was interrupted:
"Fine, but I hope you know your idiocy will get you killed," Ulquiorra whispered, his voice still boring and monotone.
"My idiocy? I'm not the one who got caught with pants down, Ulquiorra. Now, what was the reason for you showing up, interrupting me and my friend, attempting to humiliate me, and making my headache even worse?" Grimmjow's ego definitely didn't diminish in the face of others.
"Actually, I was here to tell you that breakfast was ready. I assume you'll be there?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there. Give me another half-hour at least. Your woman's probably missing you," Grimmjow growled.
The pale-faced man left, leaving an awkward silence in the room behind him. Grimmjow didn't seem to care as he crawled back into bed with Ichigo.
"Who was that?" Ichigo whispered. "And why does he look like that?"
Grimmjow snorted. "That guy's Ulquiorra. Uh, around others, just call him '4'. He's a tight ass. But did you see his face? Oh, man, that was priceless. I bet he'll never try that trick again," Grimmjow boasted. "God knows why he looks so freakish, but I hafta admit he's the best at poker. Actually, I know a lot of exotic people."
Ichigo was brimming with questions but seeing as how Grimmjow was hung over, asking all of them seemed to be a bad move, but he had to ask, "Grimmjow, if you've got a hangover, how are you supposed to eat breakfast?"
"Eh, I'll eat some toast or something. I'm not that bad in the morning. Ulquiorra's a sissy when it comes to drinking though. He can't hold anything down."
Another questioned was burning too brightly to let go: "Ulquiorra… does he dance?"
Grimmjow burst into laughter, holding his head while doing so. "Hell no! That guy's stiff as a board! He doesn't understand anything that involves feeling… which kinda makes me wonder why he brought a woman. I think you know her, actually," Grimmjow said, mainly to himself.
Ichigo thought of his friends that came with him to the club yesterday. "Rukia?! What the hell?!" Ichigo yelled.
"Ahh, calm down! Not so loud in the morning! I dunno, the one with the tits!" Grimmjow shot back with his hands covering his ears.
"Orihime? She doesn't seem like the one to be with a guy like that...." Ichigo pondered aloud.
"And you seem like a guy to end up with me? Nah, forget it. I'm awake now; time to get some food, c'mon."
Grimmjow got off the bed and headed for the door, but he stopped and looked back at the hesitant Ichigo. "Oh, yeah, about your clothes… I'd let you borrow mine, but they'd be a little big on you… hold on, I'll be right back," Grimmjow called as he left the room swiftly.
Ichigo hadn't even thought of his clothes; he was actually wondering how he was even going get downstairs! Every time he moved, the previous night's activities were flashed across his mind, causing him to blush. Grimmjow was wild in everything he did, and sex was no exception, not to mention he was pretty well sized as it was.
Grimmjow came back to the room holding a folded up with cloth. "Here, you can wear these. Their Ulquiorra's but they should fit you," he said as he tossed a familiar white hakama and black obi to him.
"You didn't take these off of him… did you?" Ichigo said, as he reluctantly held up the clothing.
"Hell no! He's got a whole drawer full of 'em. They're kinda like pajamas, I guess. And you can wear this, too," Grimmjow said as he grabbed a white open jacket from the closet adjacent to the bed.
Ichigo put on the coat, which was much bigger than it looked in Grimmjow's hand, but still looked at the hakama unsurely. How was he supposed to get dressed if he couldn't even move properly?
Grimmjow suddenly seemed to understand (Ichigo mentally agreed with Ulquiorra about Grimmjow's minor stupidity). How could he know how big he was, then expect Ichigo to move fine the next morning?
Grimmjow headed towards Ichigo with a cocky grin plastered onto his overly attractive face.
Grimmjow carried Ichigo bridal-style down the hall to the stairs. The blush staining Ichigo's face made Grimmjow want to do him again right then and there, but a little voice in his head told him that doing that would make Ichigo really hate him (and surprisingly, Grimmjow listened to the voice).
Ichigo felt sheepish for being carried down to breakfast, and the stairs he was getting from other people in the hallways didn't help at all; plus, having someone as sexy as Grimmjow being the one to carry him also made him blush deeply. Ichigo wished that Grimmjow would wear a jacket as well, so no one could see what was rightfully his.
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The breakfast hall was surprisingly emptier than Ichigo thought it would be; there were still quite a bit of people, but from the looks of how populated the place was in the hallways, Ichigo had expected. Though, all the whistles and whoos aimed at the two new incomers made Ichigo hide his face in the crook of Grimmjow's neck, attempting to hide the flaming blush on his face.
Grimmjow set Ichigo down at an empty table carefully, hoping not to aggravate Ichigo's… 'injury' too much. "Wait here, and don't tell anyone your name. Make one up if you have to," Grimmjow whispered as he disappeared towards the kitchen.
Ichigo stared at the table uncomfortably; being alone in a room with people he didn't know in a strange place made him feel sick. In addition, he wasn't in any shape to run away if one of these people came after him.
"Kurosaki-kun?"
Ichigo turned to see Orihime standing next to him, and the creepy pale guy standing behind her.
"Shh! Grim—uh, 6 says not to use my name here," Ichigo said awkwardly. Hiding names and such from one of his close friends just seemed wrong.
Orihime seemed taken aback, but she didn't argue, "Right, well… this is strange: what're you doing here?"
Ichigo opened his mouth but faltered; how was he going to explain this? It was a no-win situation. However, an "ahem" ceased him from trying an explanation again.
Grimmjow sat next to Ichigo as he set down a tray of different breakfast options (Grimmjow only had a piece of toast in his mouth). A slight blush across her face signaled that Orihime understood.
"Where's yours?" Orihime asked.
Grimmjow just stared at her; what a ridiculously vague question.
"Sorry, your tattoo. Where's your tattoo?" her voice was so annoying in Grimmjow's ears, but rather than do anything to make her speak more, Grimmjow stood up and turned around. Sure enough, a gothic '6' was on the right side of his back, a little more than mid-way down.
Grimmjow sat down again as he munched on his toast, but Ichigo continued to stare. How could he not have noticed that? He'd seen Grimmjow's back turned to him many times, but… why didn't he noticed a big, bold, black 6 on his back?
Orihime just nodded. Clearly she knew something Ichigo didn't, which bothered him a little. Orihime walked around to the side of the table opposite Ichigo and Grimmjow. Ichigo was curious as to why she could move just fine when he was clearly handicapped. It either meant that she recovered faster than he did or Ulquiorra just couldn't deliver. The latter made Ichigo rather proud of Grimmjow; Ichigo didn't like the pain, but it definitely meant that Grimm was good at what he did. Or maybe it was because she was a girl?...
Ichigo's pondering ceased when another chair was pulled up next to him. "So you're the one Grimmjow was talking about~! I'm Nel~." Ichigo recognized her as the woman dancing with Grimmjow the night before. Ichigo suddenly felt both embarrassed and jealous at the same time. "Grimm-chan, he's as cute as you said!" she beamed. Somehow, she just seemed too happy to be friends with Grimmjow.
"What, did you think I was lying?" Grimmjow's tone definitely gave away his inflated ego.
"Hm, nope! Say, are you gonna bring him to our battle later?" she giggled (which made Ichigo cringe just slightly).
"Eh, I dunno. He'll probably have to get back to his friends or whatever," Grimmjow said.
The thought of going back to his lonely, boring apartment had slipped Ichigo's mind, but now that he had the realization he would have to go back made him quite depressed. "I don't mind watching...." Ichigo mumbled.
Before anyone could say anything, a man in a white coat with silver hair and a creepy smile approached the group. "Grimmy-kun, Ulqui-kun, would ya both like ta follow me?"
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra looked at each other then at Ichigo and Orihime. Grimmjow spoke first, "Yeah, we'll be up in a minute." The creepy man grinned an even creepier grin as he turned with a flourish.
Grimmjow stood up with Ulquiorra right behind him. "Looks like we got caught, ne?" Grimmjow whispered so only he and Ulquiorra could hear.
"Shut up, Grimmjow. Let's go," Ulquiorra shot back.
"Whatever. Nel, watch these two until we get back," Grimmjow commanded. Grimmjow grabbed a few pills stowed away on the breakfast tray and swallowed them. He leaned down and gave a kiss on Ichigo's cheek. "See ya later."
Ichigo flushed slightly but nodded. The two left the room without another word. Ichigo looked back to Nel. "So who're you?"
She beamed and answered in her bubbly voice, "I'm Neliel Tu Oderschvank. I used to work here, but I left. Though, I wasn't able to get away easily, haha! Aizen's pretty stingy after all! But I agreed to come back when he needs me~"
Ichigo and Orihime stared at each other then back to Nel. She must be nuts. Suddenly, something clicked in Ichigo's mind: he had heard the name Aizen somewhere before, but why couldn't he remember? Ichigo decided to store the thought away for later.
Orihime spoke next, "Where are Ulquiorra and Grimmjow going? And who was the guy with the smile?"
Nel seemed to be less chatty in her response: "Well, that was Gin. I can't say anymore than that. I'm not sure where Grimm-chan and Ulquiorra are going, but it's probably to Aizen… they … kinda broke a few rules, hehe."
"Grimmjow, I expected this from you, but Ulquiorra, too? Grimmjow, I think you're influencing one of my best men," Aizen said with a mock smile. His tone turned serious, "What do they know? Do they know who we are, what we do (Grimmjow and Ulquiorra shook their heads)? We'll have to relocate if anything unnecessary is released, understood? Grimmjow, I know you particularly like it here, so you should revise your actions carefully. You're dismissed."
Grimmjow was SO ready to just punch Aizen in the face, but he heard that little voice again, telling him to wait until Ichigo was out of the place. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were at the door when Aizen spoke a last bit of advice: "Oh, and if anything does get out, I'll kill them both."
A/N: Yayyy! I actually had to force myself to finish. e____e;
Ichi doesn't like Nel because Nel danced with Grimmy. :O
ALSO, if this chapter seemed completely pointless and poorly written, I blame lack of sleep. _ Next chapter will involve a serious crackdown between Nel and Grimmy!
Anddd next chapter will feature Nnoitra, Tesla, ANDD.... Stark~
Lastly, I decided to kind of make Grimmy and Nel into sibling like figures. Kind of like they're brother and sister, but not exactly, but Ichi doesn't know that ;D
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