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Grimmjow and Electricity Through Your Body
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"You two get to know each other while I go get some tea and coffee ready to go along with these, yeah?" Renji said right after the man with the orange hair came in. Grimmjow raised his left eyebrow at the way Renji seemed suddenly really excited and at the man's looks.
The man's looks were pretty impressive. He had a brilliant and bizarre hair color; soft, chocolate colored eyes and a sort of really thin bridged and narrow nose that almost looked kind of uncomfortable. His lips were thin, chin sharp, and his face pretty and narrow. All of these things surprisingly matched, and made this man look quite pleasing to the eye.
"Well, as he said, let's get a little comfortable with each other as strangers before we go eating shit, yeah?" the man suddenly said and slowly lifted his hand up for Grimmjow to shake. "Kurosaki Ichigo, Pineapple-kun's childhood friend."
"Shut up, fucker! Pineapple-kun my ass!" Renji shouted from the kitchen, his voice muffled by the distance.
"Ahh, he's quite a screamer, isn't he?" Kurosaki Ichigo—Grimmjow snorted mentally—ignored Renji, and asked Grimmjow.
Grimmjow just stared at him with his eyebrow still raised. From the way Kurosaki said 'screamer', it sounded like the man thought he and Renji were lovers. What a ridiculous assumption, Grimmjow thought to himself.
"You zoning out on me or something?" Kurosaki said while looking a bit annoyed. "Should you not be shaking my still awaiting hand and telling me your name?"
Grimmjow sneered but still shook his hand, and uttered, "Grimmjow Jaegerjaques." He didn't really like speaking to strangers much. Hell, he would have usually ignored any introductions as such and this kind of arrogant behaviour towards himself, but there was something oddly pleasing about the man that made him respond.
But that was all. He was not going to waste his energy on explaining how Renji and himself were gym buddies, not fuck buddies. He then pointed in the direction of the bathroom, gesturing that the man should go 'clean up' with a not-so-happy expression.
"Ah, right." Ichigo said as he understood him. Grimmjow, if anything, liked how fast he got what he was doing. He then walked towards the kitchen with a scowl. "Renji, does it take you a millennia to brew some coffee and prepare tea?" he growled, irritated with how his friend had left him to take care of the guest.
"No, I was done ages ago." Renji grinned. "I was just listening to your conversation…Or his introduction. What the fuck, Grimmjow, I thought you wanted free vouchers for The Bar?" he continued to say as he sat down on the dinner table
"The Bar?" Grimmjow was confused for a second before he remembered their conversation yesterday at the gym. "He's the guy you were talking about?" Grimmjow asked as he took his seat beside Renji.
"Shut up. Ichigo's a nice guy. You just don't know how to get along with people. Ah, wait until Ichigo's here to start," Renji chided as he slapped Grimmjow's hand away from the donuts. "This guy means a lot to me, I'd actually appreciate it if you don't act like the fucking asshole you are."
"What the fuck, Renji. You got the hots for this Ichigo, or something?" Grimmjow retorted. He was hungry as hell but Renji wouldn't let him eat because of a ridiculous reason like the 'strawberry' wasn't here?
"Shut up, Grimmjow, he's like Bya—" Renji stopped in mid sentence when Ichigo entered the kitchen and took a seat opposite of Grimmjow and Renji. Grimmjow snickered, no doubt Renji was about to say this guy meant what Byakuya meant to him. Maybe Renji likes stuck up and arrogant men, he thought but decided that he didn't really know Kurosaki Ichigo and should not jump to conclusions just because the man brought them breakfast.
"So Ichigo, what brings you here?" Renji asked casually as he took a bite from a powdered donut.
"I came to see you, that's all."
"Yeah?" Renji snorted, "You want to 'see me' now, even though you didn't contact me once during the last six years?" As Renji said this, Grimmjow wondered if Renji told Kurosaki his address when they met on Friday. That was a little desperate. Renji probably wants something from this dude.
"I had reasons, Renji," Kurosaki answered with a shrug, "Do you think I didn't miss you idiots at all?"
"What was your reason?" Renji asked in a sort of flared up tone."Please do tell me, Ichigo."
"I—" Kurosaki started, then realized Grimmjow was still there, "—will tell you later."
Grimmjow watched Renji calm down at the promise of an explanation. He was amused at how this Kurosaki kept a completely calm demeanour while Renji got all riled up. He grinned.
"Renji is quite the screamer," He said casually to Kurosaki, answering his earlier question. "But how do you know?"
Kurosaki barked out a sharp laugh. "Ah that's a nice story. When we were in high school, Renji got himself a girlfriend, Loly. They dated for like a week before Loly wanted to take the next step, and she blew him." Kurosaki started to tell Renji's tale while Renji protested at the sides. "This happened at the party I was throwing, so all of our gang were standing outside the bedroom where the two were getting hot and heavy. Then Renji—" Ichigo broke out into a fit of laughter here, probably at the memory.
"Then Renji—?" Grimmjow urged him on, smirking.
"Ichigo, don't—" Renji whined before scowling and folding his arms over his chest.
"But—But it was Renji's first time, and he was screaming—not shouting, but screaming like the world was going to end." Kurosaki continued after calming down a bit, but he chuckled at himself while talking. "Then when Loly left the room in a very angry mood, we went inside to check on our Pineapple-kun to find him unconscious with a nosebleed, Loly then broke up with him because she was furious that he fainted during 'a blowjob' and left her high and dry. She then told everyone that Renji had jacked himself off after a hot make-out session and left Loly to solve her problems on her own a while before the blowjob incident."
Grimmjow was laughing. He knew Renji was retarded, but just not this much. This was ridiculous, the redhead had gloated that he was 'so good' during sex that he makes girls faint from pleasure. Turns out the story was about himself,
"Jeez, I was just a little kid," Renji explained, embarrassed.
"It's okay, Pineapple-kun, we understand," Kurosaki teased while dodging a piece of donut thrown at him by a very frustrated Renji.
They sat there for a little over an hour before Kurosaki said he had to jet. Renji saw him off while Grimmjow cleaned the kitchen up. Ichigo isn't stuck up, after all, he though as he put the coffee cups in the sink. He seems interesting, if anything.
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One Month Later
"Good morning Ichi-nii, it's such a beautiful Monday outside! Here, this is the stack that needs to be signed by you," Ichigo heard Yuzu instruct. "And this stack has the documents going out to—Ichi-nii, are you listening to me?"
Ichigo barely registered that Yuzu was talking to him let alone understand what she was saying. Something else was on his mind, something bigger than today's pile or paperwork.
"Don't bother trying to make him do work today, Yuzu, he's been like that since he talked to dad about some important matter or whatever yesterday." His other little sister, Karin, was saying.
The two girls, or his two assistants, talked some more about Ichigo and Isshin's mysterious meeting yesterday, but Ichigo didn't hear any of that. How could he be listening to idle chat when—His life was going to change forever!—when he was getting married in a month?
He was marrying a famous model named Kuchiki Rukia. He met her only two times in his whole life and both meetings only lasted an hour, tops. From what he knew from her and his own father, her father was an Italian artist and her mother used to be one of Japan's most famous ballerinas. She was 22 years old and had a very easy-going attitude. Sadly, she was being forced by her strict grandmother, who lived back in Italy, to have an arranged marriage with a 'successful young man with a stable future'.
Through her best friend, Matsumoto Rangiku, an ex-model, and through Matsumoto-san's husband, Ichimaru Gin, she met Kurosaki Isshin, Ichigo's father who was also thinking of an arranged marriage for Ichigo for reasons unknown to Ichigo himself. Isshin and Ichigo had [went]-gone to see Kuchiki Rukia and her parents yesterday. Both families decided that these two were 'just perfect' for each other. Isshin purposed that they get married after another year; give them some time to get used to each other, he had said. However, Kuchiki had spent the whole year searching for a suitable man because the honorable grandmother insisted that Rukia should get married at the age of 22 for that is the 'lucky number of the family'. When Isshin asked what the problem was, they answered that "Rukia was going to be 22 in two months, and so, we are out of time." Isshin consulted Ichigo, and they agreed to the marriage.
Why did Ichigo agree to such a things—such a 'prison', one might ask. Well, Kurosaki Ichigo was exactly that sort of man. He would battle of other people, but would give in to the wishes of his father simply because Kurosaki Isshin was his father. Besides, being bi, he didn't want to risk falling in love with a man and 'disappointing his father' even though he was sure his father would support him no matter what. So he was sealing the deal now.
Ichigo ran his hand through his hair, wincing when his fingers pulled on a few knots. He then sighed, looking out the wall-window of his office room. It was all set up and Ichigo was determined to go along as he and his father planned, even if a there was a certain pang in his chest and a sudden feeling of being trapped. He couldn't figure out the source of these feelings.
He slowly turned his chair to look at his sisters as they chattered on the leather couches in his office, it was obvious that work was completely forgotten to them. Ichigo smiled a rare and bright smile, his eyes crinkling with affection, his mind full of thought about how they had grown up so wonderfully.
Over the years, Karin had stopped hating glamour, make-up and fashion and with the stylish clothes and the fit body she had from all that soccer plus her silent personality, which made her mysterious, she had started to become popular in a different way with the boys than before. Now, her hair was straight, shiny, and reach-your-waist long with well styled side-bangs; her face was well shaped and beautiful, with her high-cheekbones and hollow cheeks, thin pale-pink lips, slanted eyes with smoky black irises, small and upturned nose; and her body was amazingly well proportioned.
Yuzu had managed to stop being so shy and started to actually pay attention to herself instead of always worrying about house chores and the sorts with the help of Isshin and ichigo's pleading. Yuzu was quite different from Karin in terms of, well, everything. Her hair was beige-cognac colored and long and wavy; her face was more of the innocent and cute type with high cheekbones with soft pink cheeks, upturned nose, plump pink lips, drooped big eyes with long lashes and with irises of the same color as her hair. As for her body, Yuzu had a more fragile and soft look with her skinny arms and legs, sharp collarbone and long neck.
They both worked as Ichigo's assistants in operating the Blaqenwitti Corporation. And because of the company's rule of wearing stylish but office appropriate clothes at all times, they were wearing Massimo Dutti pencil skirts, white collared shirt, and ballerinas. The twins used to hate looking alike, but nowadays, as if sensing separation is around the corner, they started to wear similar outfits and have the same hair-do's.
Ichigo opened his mouth, trying to tell them about his marriage- then closed his mouth because he couldn't find a way to word it without letting them think he was unhappy with the outcome of things. He thought of breaking the news on the date, but decided that was too cruel. He struggled. Oh, fuck it. "Hey guys, I'm getting married next month."
The girls turned to him with surprised looks on their faces. More like Yuzu was astonished and Karin was shocked. "To who?" they asked loudly in unison.
"Kuchiki Rukia." Ichigo answered, acting nonchalant. "Next month."
"What?" both of them looked even more surprised by the date. "When did you even start seeing her, Ichi-nii?" Karin asked heatedly.
"Not long ago, but it's all good." Ichigo smiled, glad that at least they cared. "Well, now you know you'll have a pretty sister-in-law." He added before turning around and starting on his pile or paperwork, his heart beating a little fast and his breath coming out a in a mess.
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As soon as lunchtime came around, he exited his office quickly and almost clumsily, like he was trying to get somewhere really fast and was running away at the same time without running. Those rich chocolate eyes were focused on some point in the distance, his orange brows furrowed in concentration. Fast, he needed to get there fast, before he ended up breaking down. Hurry!
His hopped into his navy-blue Mercedes SLS AMG, and sped off, his knuckles white with the force he was gripping the steering wheel, successfully leaving the office building in three minutes.
After about seven minutes and super speed driving, he reached his destination. Quickly jumping out of his car, he entered the lobby and went up the elevator to the sixth floor. He then proceeded to quickly rush to the familiar wooden door that had the numbers 606 on it. He rang the bell, and fidgeted, hoping that the person he was so desperately looking for was not absent.
The door opened slowly. When Ichigo saw the person he was looking for, he instantly felt his nerves calm down and he smiled softly.
"Hey, Grimmjow."
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