A/N: I AM SO FREAKIN' SORRY! Seriously, people, I am. I pretty much died and fallen off the face of the earth without a warning. You guys have no idea how incredibly bad I feel. Even though, most of the time, I couldn't help but to write this late. The move from Louisiana to California wasn't long, but internet usage went down the drain. Then I had to get enrolled into school, which is going pretty well so far. My grades are average, but I'm managing to actually get my homework done. I also got into this program for musically gifted students. It's called Tri-M. The best part about that is that you need a 3.5 GPA to get in, I had a 2.4. -Ego boost of the year- Anywho, I've also been adjusting to the school. It's MAJORLY different from my last school so the transition is hard. My French and History classes are the most time consuming for me, but don't fret! I'm been writing in my notebook for the LONGEST time and since I just got my internet back, I've decided to type it all down! Be proud, I usually would've blown this off for another month, but I reread all of y'alls reviews and my muse has come back from the grave!
Also, a very important point, I will be going to France and Spain for 10 days in June, so message me if you're going to be there as well. -Epic smile-
I also won't be doing a review corner unless someone writes a worthy review; like a review about inspiration. With that said, HazelGrey, I love you. I've read almost all of your stories and I have to say, you have given me inspiration to be a better writer. Thank you so much. Your talent is a-friggin-mazing.
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Sorry for those of whom I did not put here, but please know that all of your reviews are amazing and boost my ego to proportions that it should never go to. I love you all and I'm grateful to have such wonderful people reading my story. Thank you for all of the support and love, really, it means a whole bunch.
NOW! What you've all been waiting for, CHAPTER FOUR! (Not using Spanish anymore for the titles, too time consuming atm.)
When it gets to the singing part:
Bold = Akira*
Bold/Italics = Satsuki and Akira
Italics = Satsuki
Just thought I'd let ya know. :D
Chapter 4: Birthday of Beginnings
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Awkward.
That was the best way to describe this situation. Nnoitra was sitting on the couch, giving both Grimmjow and I the 'I-know-what-you-two-were-doing' look while shining his bright piano toothed smile. Ulquiorra stood by the door with an amused grin. Grimmjow wore his trade mark shit-eating grin and I was as red as a fucking tomato.
Assholes. They're all assholes, I thought to myself.
"Why're ya so red? S'not like ya haven't been in this situation before," Nnoitra got up from the couch and stretched.
"Yeah, Ichi," Grimmjow nuzzled the side of my head.
"Go to hell," I grumbled and walked over to the counter to grab my keys, "Is Nel going to be alright staying here by herself?"
"Yeah, she's capable enough to be alone. Lock the doors just in case," Ulquiorra replied.
"'Kay…where is she anyways?" I asked.
"While you an' Grimm were playin' hanky-panky in tha kitchen, Ulquiorra brought her upstairs ta his room. She's sleepin' right now," Nnoitra flashed another smile towards me.
My face flushed red once more and I nodded, "…'Kay."
"Let's go now, before we're late," Ulquiorra stated before walking outside, Nnoitra following close behind him.
I sighed and pocketed my keys, but the moment I turned around, Grimmjow grabbed me by the waist and pulled my close to him to steal a quick, chaste kiss. My face flushed red again before I shoved him away and went outside to the car.
"Do you already know the way?" I turned my attention to Ulquiorra whom was standing next to the driver side door.
He nodded and I throw the keys at I'm, to which he caught and got in. After we were all situated and comfortable, Ulquiorra put the car into ignition and began our drive to god knows where.
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" A room of every single person that I know yelled at me the moment I walked through the door.
To say I was surprised was a complete understatement, however, I wasn't mad.
No, I wasn't mad in the least.
A wide smile broke across my face and my eyes lit up with enjoyment.
"'Ey there Strawberry!" Renji Abari, one of my closest friends pated me on the back and smiled down at me, "How do ya like your surprise party?"
"I… Is everyone here?" I asked, eyes roaming the room for someone who wasn't here. Here, being the Kuchiki residence.
"Yep! Took a hellova lot of phone calls, but it's worth it for you," Renji side-stepped.
I raised a confused brow towards him before something, or someone, rammed into me and hugged me tightly.
Shinji Hirako.
"ICHIGO!" Shinji yelled and hugged me tighter.
"Chocking, not breathing," I barely managed to get out. Damn fool was trying to kill me.
"Sorry," Shinji loosened his hold, but didn't let go, "Happy birthday, birthday boy!"
"Thanks, now get the hell off of me," I tried prying the slim blonde off of me, but to no avail.
"But why? It's your birthday hug!" Shinji smiled brightly and laughed. I couldn't help but smile back and shake my head at his contagious attitude.
Of course, he just had to give me my birthday hug.
I glanced down at his outfit and smirked, "Nice outfit. Where'd ya get it?"
"I don't know, some poor, ugly stranger gave it to me," Shinji smirked back and finally let go of me.
I laughed and punched him in the arm, "Asshole."
He just rubbed his arm and smiled, "Ya love me anyways!" Said man was currently wearing a pale gold dress shirt that was tucked into slim, black slacks. His black satin tie hung loosely around his neck and his feet were stuffed into expensive leather shoes. His trademark, two black wristbands and his black hat, topped off his whole look.
"I look hot, don' I?" Shinji spun in a circle and flipped his short blonde hair with a flick of his head.
"Not at all," I grinned playfully.
"Well, you suck. I look damn sexy," Shinji stuck his tongue out at me.
"Oi," Nnoitra said from behind him, clearly talking to Shinji.
"So, Ichigo, wanna go play a drinking game?" Shinji smiled at me, clearly ignoring Nnoitra.
"Oi! I'm talkin' to ya," Nnoitra said louder.
"Let's go Ichi! Grimm, why don' you come along?" Shinji grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the door, "Let's get this party started!"
"OI!" Nnoitra practically yelled.
Well, I did warn him that Shinji wasn't too happy with him. At least this can be some sort of revenge for Nnoitra listening to Grimmjow and I do…stuff.
Shinji dragged me by my left arm throughout the house to say hello to everyone and by the time we were finished, we had ended up at the club room of the house. We took our seats at the bar and ordered two shots of vodka each.
"So, Ichigo, when were ya goin' to tell me that they were back?" Shinji asked after downing is first shot.
"I was going to tell you here since they just arrived this morning while Shiro was over," I replied and downed one of my shots, wincing at the burn.
"Seriously? They didn' even give ya a heads up?" Shinji raised a pale blond eyebrow.
I shook my head, "Apparently, today has been a rough day of them."
"It would seem so. Nnoi… that man didn' even bother on callin' me. Doesn't really bother me though. The bastard is goin' ta have ta work ta get my love back," Shinji sighed and downed his second shot, "Speaking of love, where's yer other half?"
I visibly tensed, to which Shinji noticed.
"What happened?" Shinji placed a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to try and calm me down, "Did'ya finally break up wit' the bastard?"
I chuckled a bit before hanging my head to hide my face from view, "Something like that. He… He tried killing me today."
"The fuck? When…why the hell would he do that?" Shinji yelled and glared hatred and death to the floor.
If looks could kill, the floor would've been a goner. I'm sorry floor. I didn't mean for you to get in the middle of this. You don't deserve to be on the end of such a scary look. Thank god you don't really have feelings and can't die.
I sighed and looked over at Shinji with a sad smile, "He got jealous; really, really jealous. I can't honestly blame him though because I-"
"The hell you can't! Ichi, don' ya dare make this yer fault! No matter what ya could've done, that doesn' give the bastard a reason ta try an' kill ya! Nothin' ya could've done gives him that right!" Shinji turned his glare to me, but it held more of a 'your-an-idiot' type feeling to it.
"I know, Shinji… I just… I don't know. We were together for a year and he's never done something like that before," I sagged my shoulders.
Shinji closed his eyes then took a deep breath, "What set him off?"
"The way I looked at Grimmjow when he first arrived…" I stated truthfully.
"Fuckin'…," He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Where is he right now? And how'd ya get away from him?"
"He's at the police station right now, and Grimmjow saved me," I smiled a bit.
Shinji seemed to deflate at the mention of Grimmjow and nodded, "At least the prick is finally where he belongs."
Shinji had never liked Shiro. Not since the first day he'd met him. He'd told me that he didn't really love me and only wanted to be with me for the sex. Every time I'd try and talk about him, Shinji would immediately tell me that he didn't want to hear it. I never knew the reason for his distain towards the other male, but I guess I could see why now. Shinji had always been better at judging people than I was, so it wasn't too much of a shock when he had been somewhat right about Shiro.
My mood brightened a little when I remembered that Shinji didn't hate Grimmjow as much as he hated Shiro. The only reason those two can't really seem to get along was because they were so much alike. It was comical to see them to doing anything together.
"Ichigo! Shinji!" A somewhat high feminine voice said from behind us.
When I turned around, a smile immediately broke out across my face. Same went for Shinji.
"Hey Satsuki, long time no see," I held out my arms towards her. Said girl hugged me tightly then put a gift bag in my lap.
"It has been a long time hasn't it!" She smiled brightly and put her arms behind her back.
Shinji leaned over and flicked her forehead, "Why're ya so late?"
"Ow, ass. I was late because Akira, whom is currently god knows where, had to get a gift for you… so did I," Satsuki flicked Shinji's arm.
"Well thanks for coming. Tell Akira that I said hello and I'll try to see her later tonight. How've you been?" I asked.
"I'm alright. The trip back from America was hella long. Akira and I are never going on another plane ride unless we have a good source of entertainment. We were more bored than a person trying to watch grass grow," Satsuki sighed dramatically.
Shinji and I laughed at her dramatic display of unhappiness. Her best friend, Akira, and she had gone to America for a while to check up on a few things. They hadn't told us why, but it had to have been serious since they were gone for quite some time.
Akira and Satsuki had been my friends since we were in elementary school. As a matter of fact, I'd met them around the same time I met Shinji. We've all been really good friends since then. Akira lived with Satsuki because her family was killed from a fire. She was one of those girls that you never pissed off unless you had a death wish. There was one time where this kid was picking on Satsuki, and she had sent the kid to the hospital with two broken arms, a black eye, and internal bleeding. Even though she was strong, and somewhat scary, she was still very laid back. Her personality wasn't like most girls either, considering she was loud and blunt, but people, including myself, respected her. No one dared to be as blunt as her, except for Satsuki. That's why they got along so well. Hell, if I hadn't known that they weren't related, I would've thought they were sisters.
Satsuki had a pretty wealthy family, but she didn't act like it. Even though her possessions clearly let people know she was loaded, she was a very kind person when she wanted to be. She tried to give off this persona of being a mean person, but she was a huge softy on the inside. One time she saw this kid crying and bought them ice cream to cheer them up. Shinji made fun of her, but we both knew she hated seeing kids in pain. It wasn't hard to believe considering her father hated her with every fiber of his being and her mom didn't do anything about it. Her father beat her and she wasn't even aloud to see her brothers unless her father allowed her to. When Shinji and I found out about that, we made it clearly known that we loathed her father and would beat him to hell and back if we ever met him. She just laughed and said that Akira would gladly help.
"Is everything alright over there?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, we worked everything out. We've been back for school though, thank god. Do you know how hard it is to do online classes?" She ran a hand over her face, "It's not fun, What-so-freakin'-ever."
"I bet," I smiled. She ran a hand through her straight, layered silver hair with purple streaks. Wait… purple streaks?
"When'd you get purple streaks?" Shinji asked before I could. Apparently he was thinking the same thing as me.
"Oh! I got them back in America. Akira got pink, red, and orange," Satsuki smiled and pulled at one of the streaks in her hair, "I really like it. Next I'm get a blue and pink raccoon tail."
Shinji patted her head, "Have fun with that, munchkin."
She glared death at him then stuck out her tongue, "Shut up! I grew an inch!"
"Ah, that means you're four foot nine," I smiled playfully.
Her light grey eyes shone with anger towards my direction before mellowing out, "At least I look pretty damned good for being short."
"I couldn't agree more," Shinji folded his arms.
"Pfft, don't flirt. You're gay," Satsuki rolled her eyes.
"Yep! Doesn't mean I can't be nice," Shinji nodded and chuckled.
"Have fun with that. I'm gonna go find Akira. …Hopefully she's not drunk," Satsuki said and turned on her heel and threw a wave over her shoulder, "Happy Birthday, Ichigo."
"Thanks," I sighed and looked at Shinji, "Shouldn't we have told her that Ulquiorra is here?"
"Probably, but I'd rather her find out by herself. That's her battle, not ours," Shinji sighed, "Plus, I didn't want to see her upset again. It was depressing enough to see that the first time."
I nodded in agreement and downed my second shot.
"So what are you gonna do about Nnoi?" I smirked in his direction.
"Shut the fuck up," Shinji slapped my arm and ordered another round of shots for us while I laughed at him.
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How I lost everybody, I will never know.
One second I'm following Ichigo and Blondie and the next, I'm in a random hallway with nobody in it.
"Fucking hell!" I kicked a wall to alleviate my anger. Where the hell had everyone gone?
"Kicking a wall just because you're mad doesn't help anything. Think about how the wall feels now," An extremely deep baritone voice said from behind me.
Well shit.
I turned around to face a tall man with chin-length wavy brown hair and cloud grey eyes.
"Starrk," I said in an almost shocked tone.
"It's good to see you again, Grimmjow," Starrk bowed his head for a second.
I just nodded back, "Yeah. Why the hell're ya here?"
Starrk chuckled deeply, "You are the same as always."
"Answer my question," I reiterated myself.
It was quite a shock to see Aizen's number one employee here, so I had every right to ask that question.
Starrk scratched the back of his head, "It's one of my students birthday party, and Lilynette was invited so I decided to tag along. Is that so bad?"
"Ya know Ichigo?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Not in particular, other than that he's my student. Lilynette knows him though. They go to the same college that I teach at," He yawned and covered it with a gloved hand.
"Why're ya teachin' college? I though ya worked for that bastard still," I raised an eyebrow.
"Not anymore I don't. I blew the house up once you guys left so you don't need to worry about him coming after you," Starrk plainly stated as if it wasn't a huge deal.
It took about three seconds before that little piece of information to sink in, but once it did, I made it clearly known.
"You did WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Starrk shrugged, "I blew it up. I didn't see a reason for staying there and I was the head of explosives there."
Holy fuck! When the hell did he have time to do that? More importantly, that means that Aizen is… dead.
"You mean to tell me that you just killed one of the richest and most powerful people in all of, pretty much, everywhere?" I leaned against a wall and ran a hand through my wild blue hair.
"Most likely, yes," He yawned again.
"Holy fuck, man," I pinched the bridge of my nose.
He just chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Have some fun, live a little. And go find your friends before you kick another wall."
"Don't tell me what to do," I grumbled and started walking away from him, "And thanks."
"No problem," Starrk said from behind me.
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Boring.
This karaoke room was just flat out boring, not to mention outrageously irritating.
Currently, I was sitting down on a couch inside of this infernal room. The guy that was singing at the moment was terrible and it was clearly obvious that the guy, whatever he was, thought he was doing a fantastic job. His voice was making me wish that I lived in hell for the rest of my god forsaken life.
"Oi, ya need to loosen up, Elmo. Ya look like ya gotta stick up yer ass," Nnoitra waved a strong smelling alcoholic drink in front of my face.
"No thank you. I'd rather keep my body from being subjected to toxic waste," I pushed away the drink.
Absolutely disgusting.
"Fuck, ya always get so fuckin' uptigh' when we go ta parties," Nnoitra threw the liquid down his throat and sighed in contentment once it was all the way down. How his throat wasn't disintegrated was beyond me.
"And you curse worse a sailor when you're drunk," I looked away from him and sighed.
"Of course I do! S'not like you've neva drank before, or 're ya jus' scared?" Nnoitra handed me a less toxic smelling drink.
Shrugging my shoulders, I took the drink away from him, "I'm not scared you insufferable piece of trash."
I tossed the drink down my throat and grimaced at the burn, "Why does it burn so much?"
"S'cause ya neva had vodka before!" Nnoitra exclaimed and took the shot glass out of my hands.
I couldn't tell if he was happy that I finally drank, or that it burnt when it went down. Either way, he still irritated the living crap out of me.
The song had finally ended and I clapped in sheer enjoyment that he was off that goddamned stage. With that, another upbeat song filled the speakers and my eyes widened as two girls, one short and one tall, stepped up and grabbed two microphones.
"Rah rah, turn off the lights.
We're gonna lose our minds tonight, What's the dealio?
I love when it's all too much, five AM turn the radio up.
Where's the rock and roll?"
Both girls sang together in perfect harmony, even going as far as to do the hand signs for the them together like this was a blast from the past and I just couldn't take my eyes away; especially not when the girl whom I left was up there, singing her heart out with her best friend.
"Party crasher, panty snatcher.
Call me up if you were gangsta. Don't be fancy, just get dancey.
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you're all wrong, in all the right ways!
All my underdogs!
We will never be, never be, anything but loud and nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks!
Won't you come on and come on and Raise your Glass!
Just come on and come on and Raise your glass!"
The girls' harmony and unison were right on key. The short, silver haired girl taking the high notes while the tall, blonde took sand the normal notes.
Nnoitra and I listened to them as they sang the next verse and chorus of the song. I remembered that four years ago, those two would've been doing the exact same thing in a private karaoke room all the time. They never changed.
She never changed.
I shot down another shot and sighed. It was as if fate had kicked me in the ass and told me to get my head in gear. Here I was, staring at the girl whom meant everything to me before I had gone away, and the first instinct for me to do was run away. Such a cowardly feeling.
"Oh shit my glass is empty.
That sucks.
So if you're too school for cool.
And ya drink like a fool.
Drink like a fool.
You can choose to let it go.
We can always, we can always, party on our own.
So raise your, Aw fuck… So raise your glass (glass~) if you are wrong, in all the right ways.
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be, Anything but loud, (Anything but loud), and nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks!"
They continued to sing in perfect harmony. I had known for a fact that these two practiced like crazy to become this good; only for this certain song. This song was literally their song. Whenever I heard it, I'd automatically think of them.
The song soon ended and they set down the microphones. Clapping, whooping, and cheers rang throughout the room and I smiled. Everyone had thoroughly enjoyed their performance, even Nnoitra did. And that was saying something. When I stood up to go talk to that certain young lady, I was stopped by Nnoitra's hand on my shoulder.
"Ya sure ya really wanna go talk ta her?" Nnoitra asked in the most serious tone he could while being drunk.
"Yes, Nnoitra. I'm-" I stopped dead sentence when my gaze locked with hers. We stared at each other for a moment before I saw her lips form my name slowly. I quickly avoided her gaze and walked out of the room.
It was as if Nnoitra knew what I was feeling; like he was reading my mind. The feeling to flee was too great and even though I hated it, I had to leave. There was no way I could confront her right now. The feelings that I held for her all came back in the blink of an eye and I couldn't handle it.
Please don't hate me.
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Finally! I found him!
I smiled gleefully as I walked into the living room where Ichigo sat with his blonde haired friend. They were currently playing some sort of game that dealt with taking shots, not that I minded. If he got drunk enough… insert dirty thoughts here.
However, before I could go over there and steal my little Strawberry away from his friend, someone ran into my back.
"Ow, sorry. Oh, hi Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said absently.
There was clearly something wrong with him if he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.
"What's wrong wit' you?" I asked my dazed friend.
"I just…" Ulquiorra stopped midsentence.
"He jus' saw his long los' love an' pussied outta talkin' ta her," Nnoitra sighed from behind him.
Ulquiorra just glared up at him before turning and walking away, "Whatever."
I looked sullenly at my friend before shaking my head, "I'm not goin' ta medal in this affair, but ya better figure somethin' out. I don' want him around bein' all depressin' and crap."
Nnoitra punched my arm before sighing again, "Fine. Bu' only after I have a lil' chat wit' ma Blondie."
"Good enough for me. It won' take long fer ya ta have him bent over, screamin' yer name," I smirked, knowing that that's exactly going to happen in the very near future.
"Damn straight!" Nnoitra exclaimed loudly.
"'Ey! Nnoi! Grimm! Com'ere!" Ichigo yelled at us from the couch, his face bright pink from being drunk off his ass.
"Yeah! We're getting' lonely an' we have no more drink' buddies," Shinji said while swinging a bottle of beer in the air. His pink face showing that he was in the same state was Ichigo.
"Hellz yeah. He's not ignorin' me anymore," Nnoitra smirked wide and walked over towards the two inebriated teens.
I just chuckled and made my way over to them. Ichigo grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the couch he was sitting on then straddled my hips.
"Ya smell good, Grimm," Ichigo leaned down and inhaled my scent causing a shiver to run through my body.
"Wha's this all abou'?" I asked and tilted his head up to gaze into hooded melted chocolate eyes.
"I jus' wanted ta show ya how much I've missed ya," Ichigo closed the distance between us pressed his moist pink lips to my own. I groaned and gripped the back of his neck to tilt his head so that I could deepen the kiss.
Ichigo ran his hands up my chest then fisted them into the thin material. When I slid my tongue over his bottom lip, he parted his lips without hesitation and I shoved my tongue into the warm, moist cavern. Our tongues danced and sparred, but never once had either of us fought for dominance. My hands slid down his sides and rested on his hips; my thumbs rubbed circles into his pelvis and he moaned into the kiss.
"Oi, stop tryin' ta eat each otha's faces. There are people starin' at cha," Nnoitra said with a wide grin.
"Pfft, like yer one ta talk," Shinji hit him in the head with his beer bottle.
"Let'em stare. We could put on a nice lil' show fer them," I licked a wet trail up Ichigo's throat; right over his Adam's apple.
Ichigo moaned lowly and I smirked. From the back of the room there was a whistle and a 'whoot whoot'. My smirk grew and I glanced over at Nnoitra.
"See? People love it," My smirk morphed into a wide grin.
"Tch, whateva," Nnoitra started playing with the blonde's hair, "S'long as I got him, 'm fine."
Shinji giggled hen laid his head on Nnoitra's shoulder, "I'm still pissed at cha."
"Get over it," Nnoitra tugged on his hair.
"Asshole."
"Bitch."
"S'all I got fer now. Too drunk ta care," Shinji took a swig of his beer.
"If ya get too drunk, ya'll die," Nnoitra took the beer bottle away from him and set it on the table.
"S'okay. I've got his back," Ichigo said while getting off of me.
"Yeah, right. Ya can barely see straigh'," I pinched his ass.
"Jerk," Ichigo glared at me, but it held no heat.
"Oi! What're y'all doin'?" Renji yelled and he walked up to us.
"Nothin'! Jus'… nothin'," I smirked wide.
"Doesn't look like 'nothin''," Renji rolled his eyes, "Just don't have sex. Byuakuya would have a conniption.
"Tch, yeah right. The prick looks like he has a perpetual stick up his ass," Nnoitra stuck out his tongue.
Renji just chuckled and walked away. We all sat there and went back to our mundane conversation until I saw Ulquiorra walk back into view.
"Oi, Ichi, I'll be righ' back, 'kay?" I nuzzled the side of his neck.
"M'kay!" Ichigo smiled brightly and kissed my cheek.
I kissed his forehead before getting up and walking towards my depressed looking friend, "Ulqui."
Said boy was staring down the hallway with a sullen expression and, only because I knew what he was going through, I nudged his shoulder. He looked up at me and shook his head.
"I couldn't do it," He said quietly, "I couldn't even go up to her and talk to her."
"That's because ya got col' feet," I sighed, "I know ya miss her. Jus' go up ta her and try ta spark up a conversation."
"It's not that easy, Grimmjow. She's…She's the type of person that would not only be deeply affected by this, but to clearly show her hurt relentlessly," I explained and shoved my hands into my pockets.
"Ya think I actually give a two-shit 'bout tha'? Ya need ta talk ta her even if ya don' wan' to," I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, "Ya know ya have to one'a these days."
"Yeah…" Ulquiorra nodded and sighed, "I know."
I gave his shoulder a small squeeze before walking back over to Ichigo. Said man looked up at me and smirked ever so slightly.
Now it's about time I had my own fun.
I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Let's go somewhere, Ichigo."
Ichigo eagerly obliged, "Yeah. Shin, I'll be back."
"M'kay," Shinji said while he laid his head in Nnoitra's lap and played with his hair.
Ichigo intertwined our fingers and lead me outside. We walked to his car and I slammed him into the side of it then kissed his cheek.
"Ya smell like alcohol," I licked a wet trail up his neck to his ear then sucked lightly on his ear lobe.
Ichigo moaned quietly and chuckled, "S'cause I was drinkin' wit' Shin."
My only reply was sealing our lips together in a fierce kiss that sent shock waves throughout my body. Ichigo responded by wrapping his arms around my neck and giving me just as much as he got. That's what I loved about him; he always gave back instead of just letting himself get taken over. I snaked my hands down to his waist then down to his two firm globes of flesh that were covered by too tight jeans and squeezed them harshly. Ichigo moaned louder and gripped my messy blue locks tightly. I grunted and slid my tongue along his lips which parted and allowed me entrance into the sweet cavern of his mouth. God, even alcohol can't make him taste bad. I ground our hips together and Ichigo moaned deeply in response. Suddenly, the kiss stopped and Ichigo had his hands on my shoulders.
"W-wait…Grimm," Ichigo said in-between taking deep breathes, "Le's get inside of the car, so tha' no one hears us."
Complying with his request, I opened up the back door and pushed him inside. He landed on his back and once we were both inside, I closed the door and began to slide my hands up his chest. Ichigo arched into my touch and moaned when I lightly brushed against his pert, caramel nipples. Taking advantage of his mouth being open, I sealed our lips together once more and slid my tongue into his mouth to caress his. He immediately responded and kissed ran his hands up my back then to my hair. I let my hands run down his clothed chest and stopped at his pants. Ichigo took the hint and lifted his hips. His pants weren't hard to get off, but still held their stubbornness. Once I got them down to his knees, I pulled free his already leaking erection. I smirked and licked the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip then tongued the slit.
Ichigo moaned and tightened his grip on my hair, "G-Grimm."
"Yeah, Ichigo," I teasingly kissed the head.
"Nnn, don' tease me," He tugged my hair lightly.
"Tsk tsk, don' ask fer such things," I smirked wide and ran my index finger down his shaft, "Tha'll just make this worse fer ya."
Ichigo suppressed a moan and ran his foot up my back slowly, "What if I beg ya not ta?"
My dick twitched at the mere thought of him begging and I smirked wider, "Then beg."
Ichigo whined then wrapped his legs around my neck and tugged my hair harder, "Please don' tease me. Please, Grimmj-Ah!"
Before he could even finish his statement, I took the head of his leaking cock into my mouth and hummed. Ichigo moaned louder and arched his back. I slowly took him in, little by little, and caressed it with my tongue. My hands were placed on his hips, gripping tightly at them to keep him still. Ichigo began to moan louder and more wanton. The thought of getting him drunk more often ran across my mind before I pushed the thought away to focus on pleasuring him. After all, it is his birthday.
"Gri-Ah! Y-yes! Faster, oh god! Faster!" Ichigo all but yelled and tugged on my hair harshly.
I complied and quickened my pace. His moans grew louder and louder by the second; to the point where I'm sure that if people were outside, they'd hear him. Not that I minded. Ichigo sounded damned sexy when he moaned and if people were to pass by, they'd either have a large tint in their pants or soaked panties. After a few more hard sucks, I deep throated him and he threw his head back and moaned wantonly. His dick began to pulse with release and I deep throated him once more before pulling almost all the way off then tongued the slit again.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo screamed out as his released his seed into my mouth.
I sucked the tip of his shaft, swallowing all of his cum and not missing a single drop. Ichigo's grip on my hair slackened until he finally let go and untangled himself from me. I leaned up at and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Grimm…" Ichigo looked up into my eyes which were still clouded in lust, "Fuck me…"
My eyes widened a bit then I kissed him again, "Not yet."
No matter how much I wanted to give into his request, I couldn't. Even though I really, really wanted to, it wouldn't be right for his first time to be in a car while he was drunk off his tanned little ass.
"Why not?" Ichigo pouted and I grinned. His pout was so cute, especially when he was covered in sweat and had a barely there blush staining his cheeks.
"Because yer drunk. Wai' 'til ya sober up a bit, yeah? Then we can have some real fun," I kissed him again.
"Fine," He jutted out his bottom lip and I bit down on it lightly making his moan lightly and blush more, "Asshole."
"Yeah," I redressed him then started to open the door until Ichigo pulled me back.
"Where'ya goin'?" Ichigo cocked an eyebrow, "Ya didn' get a turn."
I shook my head and kissed his cheek, "Nah, but I don' think ya have it in ya."
Sensing the challenge, Ichigo grabbed the back of my neck and forcibly claimed my lips. Before he could do anything else, however, there was a soft tapping on the window behind me. When Ichigo pulled away to see whom it was, his face turned bright red. I chuckled then turned to see who it was and laughed as soon as I saw Rukia's ass prick of a brother standing outside. I opened the door and grinned widely up at him.
"Wha' can I do fer ya?" I asked as if nothing was wrong with our situation at all.
"Even though you are not in my home, I prefer for you two not to have sex in my presence," Byakuya Kuchiki, aka the ass prick, stated before reaching into his pocket and handing me a small box that was wrapped in orange wrapping paper and had a red ribbon on top of it, "This is for Ichigo. Happy Birthday. Don't do anything too stupid."
And with that, he walked away. Wow, he actually has a sense of humor. What a shocker…
"C-can I see it?" Ichigo asked shyly, the blush on his cheeks now making his face look like a ripe strawberry.
I handed it to him and grinned wider, "Ya look like a strawberry, Strawberry."
"Fuck you," Ichigo took the tiny present and opened it while murmuring about blue-haired idiots. Once he had the box opened, he smiled warmly and took out a small black sword that had a black chain hanging off the hilt. From what it looked like, it was a cell phone charm.
"Wha's tha'?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side.
Ichigo giggled, "Ya look like a cat when ya do tha'."
I felt my cheeks warm up and I looked away from him, "Jus' tell me."
Ichigo giggled again before taking out his cell phone and attaching the small ornament to it, "It's sort'a an inside thing. We had a fight a long time ago an' I fought' 'im wit' a black sword tha' looked just like this. I won, too, but not withou' gettin' a few scars m'self."
"Scars?" I cocked an eyebrow. The hell was he talking about?
"Ya didn' see 'em? I have two clearly noticeable ones," He lifted up his shirt and pointed to a patch of light pink skin that started at the middle of his stomach to the top of his belly button, "This one and," He lifted his shirt higher and pointed to one in the dead center of his chest, "This one."
"Those didn' kill ya?" I asked surprised. Those two scars were in places where they were surely supposed to kill him. Why the hell was he even still breathing?
"Nope! I go' expert medical help and recovered qui' quickly," He smiled widely at me, "Which is a goo' thing cause if I did die, I wouldn'a met ya, Grimm."
A faint blush made its way known onto my cheeks again and I kissed his cheek so that he wouldn't be able to see it. Ichigo smiled then took my hand, "Come on, le's go back."
"Yeah," I grinned and opened the door.
Being around this kid was going to turn me into a fucking softie…
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What the hell am I doing sitting in this infernal room with her?
"Oi, Elmo, ya doin' okay?" The black haired bastard named Nnoitra said from the couch opposite of me. That asshole is going to die.
"That childish nickname is starting to grate on my nerves. Shut the hell up already," I glared death at him. If looks could kill…
"Nnoi, dun be so mean ta tha guy. He does have ta sit in a room wit' two girls tha' most likely wanna tear his dick off an' shove it down his throa'," Shinji said next to him.
I flinched and looked away from everyone in this small, compact room. He could have seriously said that without the graphic details…
"Correction. Only I want to do that. This pansy doesn't want anything to do with him," Akira, a pale blonde hair, blue eyed girl said from beside me.
That did not make me feel any better…
"I'm no' a pansy, bitch…" Satsuki, Akira's other half, said from the far side of the couch that I was sitting on.
"Yes, you are. Especially when you're drunk. No more drinking for you, m'kay? You're going to die from alcohol poisoning and I don't want to be the one to write 'I'm with stupid' with an arrow pointing to my tombstone on your tombstone…" Akira trailed off and smirked, "Well, actually…"
"Hey! Tha's no' gonna happen! You're goin' ta die first, not me!" Satsuki playing slapped Akira in the arm.
"Bitch, please. You'll die first if you keep this up," Akira slapped her back, only much harder.
"Ow…" Satsuki rubbed her arm and frowned.
"Pansy," Akira rolled her eyes.
"Shut up!" Satsuki glared at her.
"Make me!" Akira shouted.
"Nuh!" They both yelled in unison before cracking up into laughter.
That was their ritual. Make fun of each other, get violent, and then laugh. The rest of us in the room were used to this and that didn't deter the smiles that appeared on our faces.
I've missed this, her, so much, but how can I face her when I have no idea what to say?
Minutes passed and nothing was said.
"Say something to her," Akira whispered none too quietly to Ulquiorra.
"What is there to say?" I whispered in a quieter tone, but was heard nonetheless.
"Uh, how about you say sorry for leaving without saying goodbye? That'd be a damned good start," Akira scolded him in a mild whisper.
"What would be the point?" I glanced to her and sighed, "It's not like she'd forgive me anyways."
Akira abruptly stood up and glared death rays at Ulquiorra, "Sorry, Tsuki-chan, but I cannot sit next to this idiot without hurting him. You are on your own with this."
"S'okay. S'not like he's gonna talk ta me, so I might as well leave, too," Satsuki made a move to get up but Akira shot her with her death glare.
"You will stay here with that," Akira nodded towards me, "And try to make amends. Got it?"
Satsuki growled low in her throat then nodded, "Fine."
Meanwhile, Shinji whispered something in Nnoitra's ear which caused the taller man to grin widely.
"We're goin' wit' Akira. You two play nice ya hear?" Shinji stood up, grabbed Nnoitra's hand and Akira's hand then proceeded to drag them out of the room. The door slammed shut and I swore I heard a clicking noise, "S'for yer own good!"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Satsuki shot up and kicked the door as hard as she could, but only made a huge dent in it. Too bad the doors were made of metal and not wood. I'll be sure to let Byakuya know that he's on my hit list.
"Fer fuck's sake, Agh!" Satsuki growled at the door then leaned against it and slid to the ground.
The room fell silent and the tension rose to terrifying levels. I glanced over at Satsuki and almost, almost, wanted to cry. She was curled up into a ball with her head on her knees and her arms limp by her side. She looked utterly depressed and it was my entire fault. Great.
"Why'd ya run away like tha'?" She suddenly spoke in a small, quiet voice.
"I…I don't-"
"Do not lie to me," She glared at me; her voice so clear that I forgot she was drunk.
But I knew not to lie to her. Last time someone did that they ended up having to move to a new school because of all the crap she did to them. She wasn't violent by any means, nor did she turn the school against them…however she did use every bit of information she knew about them against them. Sure, she fault bad about it later, but she had to deal with being lied to all her life.
Plus, I have no real reason to lie to her anyways, "I was scared and shocked. I haven't seen you in years and once I saw you…I couldn't handle talking to you."
Satsuki softened her gaze then sighed, "I guess ya have a poin'. I didn' exac'ly wanna talk ta ya either. Still don'…but it can't be helped, righ'?"
I nodded then scooted to where she was sitting on the couch, closer to her.
"Why'd ya leave?" She asked quietly.
"I'll tell you when you are able to remember it," Satsuki laughed at that.
"Guess yer righ'," She smiled softly and lifted her head up before glaring at me, "But I'm still hella mad at you."
I nodded again and looked away from her, "You have every right to be."
The door cracked open and Shinji poked his head through it, making Satsuki move out of the way, "Is is safe to enter?" Akira asked in a rather annoyed tone.
"Fer the mos' par'," Satsuki sighed.
"Good. We have to get you home. You have all day tomorrow to nurse your headache before school the next day," Akira picked her up and held her up by the waist, "We'll see you later."
With that, they both left with Satsuki telling her all about what happened.
Shinji chose that moment to bust through the door and hug me tightly, "Yay! Y'all made up an' stuff!"
"No, we didn't. But we are going to meet up sooner or later," Sooner I hope…
"At leas' y'all yer talkin'. Le's go find Ichi and get the hell outta here. The par'ys over," Shinji smirked, "Until we ge' home."
Nnoitra laughed and I stuck my hands in my pockets. Going home and sleeping sounds like a splendid idea at the moment.
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A/N: I DID IT! I finally, fucking, did it! Didya like it? I sure do hope so because it took me a good three weeks to write all of this. It's going to take me a while to get back into writing mode, but hey, at least I'm getting this done, right? There's so much all of you get to find out in the next chapter and later on. Be looking forward to it~ I'm, again, sorry for the long wait. I've been busy , -and I got my first detention ever in my life-, so I'm glad I got this done.
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