Hello Everyone! ^_^
Never thought that writing something would make me feel so, well, complete. So thanks a lot guys.
Oh, and by the way, I always see this sentence on each and every fanfic that I read, and I kept on day-dreaming about when am I going to be able, to write this for my own. I guess it's granted now, so:
"Bleach, is not mine. And never will. Credits to the one and only Tite Kubo, who also managed to grant my wish to fuckin' returning my Grimmy.. ^_^"
To the Unknown!
-oOo-
6 Years Later…
"Hey Grimmjow, someone's lookin' fer' ya."
Grimmjow slowly turned to see who's trying to disturb him during his 'working hours' . He can't help but sigh as Gin returns his deathly stares with a more sinister grin.
"Gin, how many times do I need to fuckin' tell ya' to do not disturb me while I'm inside this fuckin' room huh?"
Gin just shrugged as he stood by the door, waiting for Grimmjow to get up and follow him.
"The man's an asshole Grimm, he kept on insisting me to call ya'!"
Grimmjow's eyebrows twitched. He stood up and threw his paint brush on the floor as he discarded his paints on a nearby table.
He just doesn't like it whenever someone's disturbing him, when he's so inspired and then someone's going to stop him from whatever he's doing. It's like letting the water on the faucet flow endlessly. Too much waste.
He slowly walked towards Gin's direction. But just before he passed by his friend, and basically his boss, he stopped and turned his gaze at him.
"By the way foxy, I think I already told you before, to DO. NOT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. GRIMM."
Gin just let a soft chuckle escape his throat.
"Yeah, co'z only yer' best friend can do that. I got that, dearest artist o' mine!"
His already small eyes transformed into slits as he laugh at Grimmjow.
"Tch, I'm not yours, asshole."
He slapped Gin's shoulder before he continued walking towards the receiving area of their small improvised art 'studio'.
Gin owned a small room, and since he's so rich and doesn't know where to put his money, he insisted that Grimmjow should live with him and continue his artworks because it was 'interesting'.
It's been 2 years since he started staying here. And he's not the only artist here now. Gin converted this small studio apartment into a small art school and accepted other aspiring artists, but they have to promise him 20% for every painting that they would sell the moment they became full pledge artists.
Yes. Gin's a demon.
Grimmjow slowly walk through the hallway. He can't help but feel proud as he look at his paintings that are now hanging on the walls all over the studio.
He smiled as a certain person floods his mind.
I'm a painter now dummy. A really good one! How's that huh? Bet you're envious of me now huh?
He stopped and stared on a particular painting near the receiving area.
A painting a of a boy, running away under hundreds of sakura tress. His very first piece of art.
His hand unconsciously started to reach for the painting. Particularly on that boy, that's running away from him.
On that stupid boy.
"You, above all, should know that you shouldn't touch a painting bare handed.."
It was like someone threw a bucket of cold water all over Grimmjow.
He retrieved his hands and put them inside the side pockets of his paint-stained-hoodie as he sighed and looked at the man that owned that voice.
The man smiled at him.
"Mr. Jaegerjaques?"
Grimmjow gave a small nod. There are just a few number of people who would visit him. His mother, his friends, reporters, and curators for art museums. This guy, probably belongs to the latter.
He even looked weirder with that stripped hat that he wears.
The man then approached him and extended his hand towards Grimmjow.
"I'm Kisuke Urahara from the National Museum for Arts."
He looked at the hand of this 'Urahara' guy before shaking it. He doesn't like this kind of people. Jolly looking people. They're very pretentious. He thought.
For him, art curators are those people who are very frustrated because they can't paint, so they'd just collect different artworks from someone else and pretend that those artworks are theirs.
He sighed.
"So, what brings you here Mr. Urahara?"
The guy smiled again under his very weird looking hat. Then he turned his eyes towards the painting that Grimmjow is eyeing a while ago.
Well, atleast it has the same colour as his suit. He thought.
"I'm pretty sure that you already know the reason why Mr. Jaegerjaques."
He looked back at Grimmjow with a very serious expression.
"I want your paintings Mr. Jaegerjaques. And for that, I'll be more than willing to sponsor your exhibits."
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
"Sponsor my exhibit? Not buy them and display it on your museum?"
Keisuke chuckled.
"No, no of course not. I'm currently working for the National Museum but I'm not the curator. Just a humble assistant, that is. But the moment I saw one of your paintings I thought that, maybe, I should take the risk with this guy…"
"I don't understand…"
"Me too. I don't understand myself. You see, when a curator tries to buy a painting, and display it together with other paintings, there is a really good chance that people might forget the artist's name. Well, unless you're already known. But if you'll have your own exhibit first, other people will find out about you, and you would be able to earn a good amount of money by selling your works during the exhibit."
Grimmjow frowned. Of course he knew about that. That's the very reason why he doesn't agree with curators. But what he doesn't understand is why this guy is willing to spend a good amount of money for him?
"Well, let's just say that, I can see myself on your paintings. "
The man grinned at him. Strange, but it feels like he can trust this guy.
He sighed.
"Okay, but you have to talk about this with my boss first."
"Boss?"
Kisuke eyebrows furrowed.
"More like a manager if you're going to ask me."
Both of them turned to the direction where the voice came from.
"Thank you for noticing this brat's works Mr. Urahara. I'm Gin Ichimaru, Grimmy's manager."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes as Kisuke flashed his smile towards Gin.
"I'm looking forward to working with the both of you."
-oOo-
"I told you that the theme is Unrequited Love right?! What the hell are these green balloons doing here?!"
Kisuke's words boomed around the hall. Grimmjow sighed as Gin snickered, eyes turning into slits again.
Both of them are sitting on one of those black sofa inside the hall while Keisuke's standing and bellowing at people working for him.
"Kei, it's cool. Green is fine."
"What the hell are you saying?! You stay out of this Grimmjow or I'll fucking kick your ass!"
He sighed again. Kisuke's OCD is too much for him to handle. He's an artist, not a friggin' Mathematician for Pete's sake. But he just can't help but feel sorry for the boy that's obviously very scared right now.
It's been two months since Kisuke came and proposed this project to him. He rented a very expensive looking hall for his artworks that's making him wonder if he'll be able to pay back since he was just starting in this business.
Sure, he was considered as a prodigy even while he was still studying. Many reporters flocked to his house asking for an interview just because a certain national artist named Sousuke Aizen praised his works. But he never imagined doing an exhibit this big. He can't help but feel nervous. Fuck.
He was about to sigh again as he heard a soft chuckle coming from his right side. Gin.
"Mah mah, Grimmy. Don' be like that. I'm sure that ya' can handle tis' shit. Yer' good! Yer' paintin's 'ave this cer'in aura that's makin' people wanna' know what will 'appen to the guy in yer' paintin's."
Gin said after he noticed Grimmjow's sighs.
Grimmjow let go a weak smile. Gin knew him well. He shifted from his seat.
"I don't know Gin. What if people doesn't like it? What if people won't buy my works? I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to be a failure Gin.."
He sighed.
"Grimmy.. Ya' changed. Yer' not like this before. Where's that over confident guy that I met in high school?"
"He.. H-He died. The moment 'he' left."
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So.. What do you think guys?
Again, I apologize if there are any wrong grammars. If there are any corrections, please tell me right away. My English is really poor.. T_T
I know that all of you are looking forward to see them together, but we need to insert some plot first. I hope you guys don't mind.. ^_^
Until next time!
-Zelly