Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach.
A/N: Thank you so much for all those that reviewed and sorry for the wait, but I was busy rewriting this chapter like eight times. I don't know how to make things more clear, so I'm experimenting with this fic ( o u o ) Hope you like it?
Warning: Not beta'd.
Something Like the Arctic Ocean
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Grimmjow woke up. He fucking woke up and he was so annoyed he woke up because his head was not hurting like a bitch to distract him. He had hoped and depended on that slight distraction to keep him from destroying his finally a little presentable world.
He opened his eyes and, as expected, saw an unfamiliar room. He rolled around and the feel of another body is there to comfort him, also as expected. What he did not expect was it to be the ever so fascinating face of Kurosaki Ichigo. Where the fuck is my stranger…My one-night stand…he growled and got up, taking note of how his things were neatly folded on a chair neat the door, and quickly threw on his clothes and pocketed his phone, wallet and keys before leaving the bedroom.
Making his way to the kitchen and rummaging the fridge carelessly, tipping over bottles and spilling their contents, Grimmjow finally felt more calm. He ate everything he liked, almost emptying the whole thing before brewing some coffee and sitting down on a kitchen stool. He then proceeded to smoke, smirking a bit at how careless he was being and how might Kurosaki react to his ruined kitchen.
After he was done drinking and smoking, he left the condo without even a look at Shiro, who was quietly looking at him from the door of the bedroom he spent the night in.
Grimmjow's nose was still filled with Kurosaki's intoxicating smell. A most annoyingly alluring smell.
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A couple of weeks later: the same day Ichigo told his sisters about the 'big news'.
Grimmjow opened the door and there was that asshole of a cocky bastard, Kurosaki, standing there like some ragged doll that lost it's raison d'être. To say Grimmjow was irritated would be wrong, but to say he was happy would also be wrong because he felt a confusing mixture of it whenever he saw that face and heard that voice, which was currently greeting him.
And the feelings laced with that husky voice almost shattered him, so he let Kurosaki in without saying anything.
Kurosaki marched in, like he always does, as if he owns everything, and just falls onto the sofa. He sat there, staring at the ceiling, for about ten minutes, all mute and shit.
Grimmjow's no better, but at least during those ten minutes, he grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, opened them, and handed one to his guest, yeah?
But then again, after that he left Kurosaki's side to feed his Tousens, so.
He returned to the sofa, kind of sympathetic even though he doesn't have a reason to be, and flopped down rather forcefully. His knees so far away from Kurosaki's. Grimmjow was sort of surprised, even the other's knees looked tired.
After that day, on which he had destroyed the older man's fridge and ran away from the man himself, he's met with Kurosaki lots of times. Who would have guessed that the head of his university, one of the other Kurosaki's he knew of, was this man's father?
Who also knew that when it comes to being a father, the normally witty and intimidating Kurosaki Isshin was a lunatic?
So they had lots of time to get close and to make a few confessions, like 'I think you're great to be around, Grimmjow,' from Kurosaki, and 'I guess you're okay too,' from Grimmjow.
He silently watched the orange-head gulp from his bottle of beer with a sullen scowl on his face, Grimmjow's own almost mirroring the expression. He didn't know what to say, not that he was a man of words, and somehow, he felt kind of useless.
Then Kurosaki was suddenly throwing his bottle across the room, suddenly the white wall was painted yellow, and there were glass scattered all around the floor. Grimmjow doesn't even flinch. Instead he smirked, and threw a glance at Kurosaki and followed it with a hard punch to the other's gut.
And unsurprisingly, Kurosaki blocked it, trading it with a punch of his own, aimed straight at Grimmjow's nose. Luckily, he dodged just in time and they have a nice little brawl in the middle of the small living room, with forty something fish, all named Tousen, having their own fight against the glass on the side.
After about fifteen well packed punches, a few badly aimed kicks, and a million cuts from the shards of glass on the floor, they lay sprawled on the floor, panting like they never panted before.
Then Kurosaki says "Let's drink like fuckers in this glorious daylight," and they chug away whiskey and smoke cigars. Grimmjow's already tipsy mind obliviously thought that the smoke he's exhaling will kill his Tousens one day, and how Kurosaki was such a smartass.
Then he remembered how he had trashed Kurosaki's kitchen and how Kurosaki still hasn't said a thing. Like he knows that there are all these shit in the world and like there aren't any occurrences surprising enough to reach him. Like stuff that bounces off an iceberg.
Grimmjow felt like a titan, or maybe just the Titianic, the same one full of pride that crashed against the iceberg and sunk low, low, low.
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"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again-" Music was blaring through the apartment as Ichigo slept on, dreaming of the silent grass plains with a bright orange in the middle. His mother's dark brown hair inflamed by the sun's fierce and yet soft rays. It was the sort of dreams you have on a quiet Sunday morning in April, or like the first scenes of Breakfast at Tiffany's.
But the music pushed in through the weak walls of Ichigo's mind and suddenly his mother was spouting fireworks from her boobs. Fucking weird.
He opened his eyes and saw that it was a gloomy day outside. His first thought was, Emo much? But he was the CEO of Blaqenwitti Enterprises and he wasn't allowed to use the word "emo" or "spazzing". It all comes in a package with respect.
So he woke up and tried to regain his lost memories - never dependable, but sometimes trustable.
Aa, he had fallen asleep on the couch while watching MTV. Don't ask how you fall asleep watching "the coolest people in the world" do their gigs, 'cause that's a business man thing.
But shit, he's never felt like a plastic bag. Or a G6. What the fuck anyway.
Then it comes into his mind; he's going to be married and his family had assistants working on "a great wedding for our little Ichigo," and according to his blackberry, he's got a date with Rukia.
He'd really rather hang with Shiro or even his father, but duty calls. That's what it is, duty, not a date. He brought it on himself though, too scared to admit his own self to anyone who didn't know already, and choosing to runaway. Better apologize.
Sorry, self.
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A/N: I AM SO READY FOR YOUR RAGE OR HATE. Just kidding. Understanding and love makes the world go around. On the other hand, do you like this style better than the previous one? Oh, here's another question: do you guys want me to skip the unimportant, but realistic, scenes/time periods when Grimmjow and Ichigo aren't together? A lot of the times, authors write about Ichigo and Inoue spending time in a GrimmIchi fic and i usually just skip it. Sorry to say that those bore me. So, how do you guys want me to do this?