"I beg your pardon, have we met before?" I don't seem to recall meeting Lord Ichigo before.
"I guess you do not remember me." He laughed and got up off of the railing. "I'm pretty sure it was just three years ago when we first met." He stepped closer.
"I'm sorry but I do not remember." I decided to block out and forget the past three years of my life because they were full of horrible memories, which was when everything I cared about was taken away from me. "And may I ask, how did you know it is me under this costume?" I was quite surprise, no one else knew.
"I can recognise those eyes a million miles away." Another step closer and he took off his mask. I couldn't believe it.
"It...It's... you." I was at loss for words. After two years of nothing he decides to show up, even if it was forbidden. No, I cannot do this; I cannot risk his and my own life again.
"Have you not missed me?" He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer.
"No we can't. It's a death penalty." He kissed me. Oh how much I've missed his kisses. I can still remember our first and last one.
Three years ago
"Stupid rules. Stupid duties. I'm sick of it all" A slightly younger Grimmjow walked down a dark street mumbling to himself. "I wish I could just run away."
"You're not the only one." Grimmjow saw a boy roughly his age sitting on the bench a couple of metres ahead. "Want to run away with me?" This boy had the brightest orange hair Grimmjow had ever seen. It was weird, but he liked it.
"Excuse me?" Grimmjow looked at the stranger confusingly.
"Do you want to run away with me?" The stranger repeated.
"I do not know you, why would I want to run away with you?" As much as he wanted to get away, he wasn't going to do it with a stranger.
"Well just call me Strawberry and I know who you are Grimmjow." He smiled and held out his hand, "Now you do know me." He grinned. Even with this boys rude informality Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh.
"You're not so bad, actually you're the only person apart from my father who calls me Grimmjow. I've missed that." Grimmjow sat next to the boy. "Why do you call yourself Strawberry? Do you not have a name?"
"I do, but I do not like it. People treat me differently because of it." He looked up at the starry sky, "The moon is big tonight." He smiled.
"Indeed it is." For some reason Grimmjow Enjoyed the boys company. He didn't treat him like royalty, instead with him he felt like a normal boy.
"I have to go now." The boy stood up and turned to face Grimmjow. " I'll meet you here tomorrow?" He looked hopeful. Grimmjow smiled.
"Of course".
For the next year the boys met up at that very same bench every day. They both dreamt about running away and being free, but they never actually really wanted to, until Ichigo kissed Grimmjow.
"Do you not love me Grimmjow?" The boy cried when Grimmjow refuse to leave the kingdom.
"I cannot leave and we cannot be together. If anyone found out my father would have us both killed. This relationship is forbidden. It cannot be." Grimmjow tried to talk himself out of it; he didn't want to risk Strawberry's life. He loved him.
"No one will find out, I promise." Strawberry pleaded.
"How can I trust you if you will not tell me your real name?" Grimmjow realised that the only way to save him was to make him leave, alone and forget about Grimmjow.
"You know you can trust me. My name is not important, only my love is." He cried.
"I do not love you." It pained Grimmjow to say this, it hurt him even more when he saw the boy's face once he said it. His eyes became empty and tears stopped flowing down his cheeks.
"You... you do not?" The boy wouldn't believe it, it couldn't be true. All those days they spent together, all the laughter they have shared. It was nothing.
"I do not." Grimmjow tried to keep it together for both of their sakes, but inside he was breaking. He wanted to kiss him again. No girl compared to the boy. His smell was intoxicating. His touch was addictive. He couldn't let him sacrifice his live for something that cannot be. "Now please leave my sight." A tear escaped his eye, "And do not come back." It took a few minutes but the boy stood up.
"Yes, my Prince." He turned to face Grimmjow, took his face in his hands and kissed him, for the last time. Grimmjow stood there, eyes firmly shut, reminding himself that this was for the best. He wouldn't risk it. He couldn't. He did love him.
That was the last day they met by the bench. For the following two weeks, the boy still returned at the same time. Waiting. But Grimmjow wouldn't show, instead he just watched the boy from far, every day that he came. It broke his heart. On the third week the boy never showed, but Grimmjow still returned even to this day.
...
I pushed him away.
"Why didn't tell me who you were?" I spilled out.
"I didn't want to and you didn't have to know." Ichigo's smile faded, "But that doesn't matter now does it, besides you do not love me... I couldn't forget you."
"You stopped coming after two weeks." Grimmjow cried out, he missed him so much.
"What?" Ichigo looked at Grimmjow.
"You stopped coming to the bench after two weeks." Grimmjow whispered.
"How...how do you know that?"
"I watched you." Grimmjow looked away as Ichigo's face turned to fury.
"You watched me there for two weeks waiting for you every day and did nothing!" His rage turned to sadness, "How could you do this to me?"
"I...I didn't want to hurt you. I knew that if we'd stayed together someone would've found out and you know the punishment for a relationship like this with the Prince especially!" Grimmjow didn't want to shout at him, but that was the only way to get to him, "It's death Ichigo! I couldn't risk your life!"
"We could've run away Grimmjow." Tears ran down his cheeks.
"They would've found us Ichigo." He sighed. He just wished he could touch him again. He had never wanted anything more.
"No they wouldn't have-"
"I love you" Grimmjow interrupted Ichigo. He didn't want to bicker anymore, he wanted him back. He wiped Ichigo's tears and kissed him. "I want you back."
"I've missed you Grimm." Ichigo smiled.
A/N: Poor Ichi and Grimmy! I hope this was somewhat interesting!
