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Forty something Goldfish named Tousen
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Grimmjow came home after an hour of standing in a packed bus which had been stuck in traffic, crawling slowly along with the rest of the cars. Of course he was fucking tired and irritated. Taking his anger out on his clothes and tearing at them before throwing them to the floor, he flopped down onto his bed with a huff. Fuck the lights, he be damned if he had to get up and turn them on. He'll live in the dark.
But five seconds later, he was up and searching his pants quite frantically for cigarettes. He grabbed the pack of Marlboro cigs along with a lighter before running out onto the balcony. Without caring that he was only in his boxers and that it was a chilly night, he lighted a stick in an almost desperate fashion and puffed away like his life depended on it.
Fuck, call him an addict, or tell him he has anger issues, whatever. He was at the point of fainting from exhaustion. He was already tired when he arrived at Kurosaki's and after standing for an hour while being squashed by a million other people who were just as irritated as him, he wasn't too happy. Not to mention all his companions for the long ride back home didn't mind stepping on his feet whenever they moved. The first few times, he just gritted his teeth and glowered at the person who did it. But soon, he was taking revenge by elbowing, shouting, and growling at the inconsiderate bastards. Kindness just didn't mean a fuck to people.
Not that he was such a caring or kind person himself, but still, at least he was able to refrain from punching the fuckers in their goddamn ugly fish- faces!
In his electric blue topped head, he thought over his day. It was a pretty interesting day, what with all the running around. He thought about Renji's Mr. All-Business side, about his 'psychic ability' and about how pissed off he was when the redhead left abruptly after dragging him to his 'beloved childhood friend'. He had been pissed that he had had to spend time with Kurosaki, who was almost a total stranger to him. He didn't like strangers very much.
But then…
It wasn't so bad being with the orange-haired man. They had been pretty comfortable with each other and…Grimmjow had blushed and acted like a total kid. He scowled at the memory of himself declaring his liking to Shiro, Kurosaki's fluffy, white and very soft cat. What the fuck! Why had he acted like a five year old? He angrily stubbed his cigarette on the balcony railing before lighting another one.
Eventually, the angry thoughts subsided. Eventually, as in, after standing out there smoking for almost an hour. Grimmjow sighed, rubbed his face before frowning at the smell of tobacco on his fingers, he hadn't meant to smoke that much. Then he shrugged and walked back into his apartments, slamming the balcony door shut.
Grimmjow stood in front of his fish tank in his living room. He stared at the forty-something goldfish as they swam around without a care in the world. Because they had pea-sized brains. He stared and waited. What for? He was waiting for—
He broke out in maniacal laughter as soon as one of his fishes swam into the glass wall of the tank.
"You're such an idiot, Tousen," he sneered at the goldfish.
Did he mention that all of his forty-something goldfish were named 'Tousen'?
Well, they are, and he loved to make fun of them. He fed them and took care of them, though, since they were so fucking entertaining because they somehow always managed to swim into the tank walls. Always, always cracking him up.
After feeding the little fuckers he turned around and walked into his bathroom. His bad mood was completely gone, leaving a huge grin behind.
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The Bar was technically a night club for the hippest youths in Karakura. Of course, classy old people come in and stayed in the VIP rooms to do whatever old people liked to do at these kinds if places. No one knew why the place was so popular, but it was and—
Oh fuck it, Grimmjow was too buzzed to think about shit like this. It was Fri-fucking-day and he didn't feel like thinking. Instead, he tsk'd in disgust at the girl on his lap, who was currently licking his neck. All his friends fucked off to somewhere, leaving only him sitting there to drink like the motherfucker he was until out of nowhere, this random girl with huge tits and a pretty okay ass came crawling over him. She said he looked lonely.
Whatever, let her do what she wanted, he had thought until she tried to suck his face off. That's when he pushed her away and told her that he didn't do kissing. Her response was to giggle stupidly, but she stopped trying to make out or whatever the fuck she was trying to do and returned her attention to his neck and torso.
A little later, Grimmjow pushed the random girl away and stood up, ignoring the her as she staggered up and went off to go suck some other guy's dick, and made his way to the bar.
He got himself a—he didn't know what he got but it was some kind of alcoholic shit, and finished it in one go. Getting even more wasted and almost missing it when someone called out to him.
Grimmjow sobered a little bit as his glassy electric blue eyes saw orange. Expectation flared up in him, why he didn't know, and he shook his head to clear his vision a bit. And guess what, he wasn't disappointed!
He grinned, then became quite confused and growled out loud when he saw the familiar face of Kurosaki Ichigo.
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"Whoa, you're totally wasted," Ichigo said loudly when Grimmjow grinned and growled and had a month's worth of mood swings, said a bunch of incoherent stuff, and filled Ichigo's nose with the sharp smell of alcohol and lemon. "Let's go outside," he added to stop Grimmjow from taking in anymore alcoholic content.
"Fuck off," Grimmjow replied, turning his head away from him but let Ichigo drag him away just the same. Ichigo smirked. To him, Grimmjow was such a kid.
He dumped Grimmjow on a street bench just outside of the Bar and sat down beside him with a loud huff. He watched as Grimmjow tried to light a cigarette, and fail miserably. Just as he was about to offer his help, the other man somehow managed to light it. The smoke drifting in the wind.
They sat there like that for quite some time, the cool night air and the nicotine seemed to have cleared Grimmjow's mind at least a little bit. Ichigo sighed. He never understood why college kids liked to drink the shit out of themselves. He'd done the same and then later on learned that it didn't hurt to have some sort of self-control.
"Head clearer now?" Ichigo asked softly without looking at Grimmjow.
"Kinda," came a gruff reply, at which, Ichigo furrowed his brows.
"Just a night out?"
"None of your business."
Ichigo was annoyed, he didn't exactly like it when people treated him like a fucking bug. With a cold "Is that so?" he stood up and was about to leave when Grimmjow started speaking again.
"Stay," Grimmjow said quietly, his voice almost pleading. "Woman said I looked lonely. Dun wanna look fucking lonely."
This confused Ichigo, and even though he didn't get what the blue haired man was talking about, he still sat back down. He felt that even though he didn't really get it, somewhere deep in his heart, he knew what Grimmjow meant. "Is anything wrong, Grimmjow? You're being pretty moody."
"Can't you just sit there quietly?" Grimmjow pierced him with a sharp gaze. It was the type of look you give someone when you're feeling like drowning but didn't want to seem weak. Ichigo knew that feeling well, so out of understanding and kindness, he shut up.
He was too kind for his own good, he scoffed.
Ichigo was watching with little interest as people walked in and out of The Bar when suddenly something fell on his shoulder. He flinched before sighing, and forcing himself to relax.
Grimmjow had fell asleep.
Ichigo ran his fingers through his hair before slowly getting up while keeping Grimmjow in place with his arms. He lifted Grimmjow up on his back and huffed at how heavy the other was. With another sigh, he walked to his car.
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Ichigo was beat. It was 2am, he had carried Grimmjow up all the way to the eighth floor because the elevator was under maintenance, and it took a lot of fucking effort to unlock the door with the heavy man on him.
And it was kind of funny how Grimmjow didn't wake up during all that hassling.
He dumped Grimmjow on the bed in the guest room before stretching and rubbing his lower back. He hadn't done that much lifting since high school when he used to work part-time at Move-A-Home where he had to carry people's couches and fridges up and down stairs.
Ichigo was jerked back to the present when Grimmjow muttered something in his sleep. He down and tried to catch what the blue-haired man was saying and frowned when he did.
Grimmjow was muttering something about being lonely and Ichigo found himself pitying the man. He thought that Grimmjow was probably going through the first few months of living alone (he just assumed that Grimmjow moved out of his dorm when he became a sophomore and got the chance to get a place of his own). He gently pushed back the hair on Grimmjow's forehead before stripping and tucking him in, like one might do for a little brother.
When Ichigo was about to leave, he looked back and suddenly found Grimmjow sleeping figure very small ( even though Grimmjow was not small at all). So with a frown, he stripped down to his boxers and slipped in beside Grimmjow, hoping the other won't freak out in the morning after waking up with another man and drifted off to sleep with a feeling of nobility and warmth.
To be honest, Grimmjow wasn't the only one feeling alone.
Later in the night, Shiro softly padded into the room before jumping up onto the bed and observing the two. Ichigo was sleeping like a baby, curled up on himself. Grimmjow was not much different.
The orange head's hand was placed, palm facing upwards, near Grimmjow's fisted hands.
Shiro stretched before he lied down and curled in the fold of Ichigo's knees, purring all the while.
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A/N: Sorry for the shortness, but I hope that it's at least something. It's probably the most boring fic ever right now, but that's how it has to be. It's kind of slow right now because I don't think it makes much sense when…they just fall in love when they first see each other. It just doesn't happen that way. I hope you'll stick with me and support me while I try to finish this fic, but it might be a better choice for you to read some other fic if It bores you right now (sob).
Thank you for reading, everyone ;u;