Chapter Four : A Very Good Person Part-One

A/N : I actually planned to post this chapter about a week ago, but a few fractured fingers [on both hands] prevented me from giving a final touch to this. But, eh... at least i'm still alive, right? It's not that bad, nearly healed now maybe...

Thank you to those who reviewed, faved, followed and viewed this story! I'm a person who gets excited [no pervy thoughts] very easily, so even the slightest thing happened to me, i'll still squeal. Here's chaptie 4, i've prolonged the storyline, specially made for you guys! :D

My apologies for the errors unintentionally made in this chapter, will be corrected soon.

*Characters mentioned in this story are quite OOC, you've been warned.

Nonetheless, enjoy! xD

He was exhausted, he wanted to stop his run and catch a deep breath. But ticking time prevented him, forcing him not to waste any more seconds than he already had.

Small feet rushing on the semi-quiet neighbourhood, tiny chest heaving and gasping for air as he continued running. His high-pitched, frightened voice screamed for the person he was told to search for. Finding the older man who was fixing his car in the garage, he tugged the adult's shirt - frantically telling him that something disastrous is in session. Regardless of how timid the mind of a young child, he'd noticed... that the older man laughed, thinking that the child was lying.

Afraid that those whom he love might die, he bolted out first - with the greatest desire and need to save them.

About to drown in his own tears, he choked.

"...Mommy!"

The continuous vibrate and the song of a phone stripped him out from his sleep. And his unfortunately, continuous dream. Half of him was glad, the other half - not entirely fond of waking up from any bad dreams. That ringtone he was hearing however, was familiar. It wasn't his. All those soft instrumentals didn't match his extreme tastes apparently, he knew from the right moment, it was Ichigo's damn phone.

Plus, Grimmjow could still recall he'd left his phone somewhere in his uniform, and that he rarely had that small machine with him.

Turning to the side, facing the window, he grunted. That jingle-jangle music's starting to piss him off.

"...Ichi... Answer your phone..."

Grimmjow waited and waited, keeping his eyes closed. But there was no reply. No matter how many times he elbowed Ichigo's head, be it hard or light, the latter was very... fast asleep. The ringtone was loud enough to wake the blue-haired up, yet Ichigo didn't budge. If a phone continuously ringing, it must've meant that somebody's calling, right?

The blue sighed, roamed his hand on Ichigo's side of the bed, where the other always places his phone. Checking the time on the alarm clock, he grumbled... it's 5 am! Who in their right mind to call somebody this early?! [Only in Grimmjow's Dictionary]

He couldn't recognise the number anywhere, and the name typed was too blurry and too bright for him to read.

He sat up, eyebrow twitching as he answered, "...Listen here, ya little fucker. It's 5 am and you just reached somebody's shitty and very-very pissed off answering machine... Now go kill yourself."

"W-Wait! Ichig-"

After Grimmjow hung up, he'd noticed that the voice sounded awful lot like a girl. Not that he mind but the voice weren't Rangiku's nor Rukia's. It sounded more higher-pitched and feeble than the two girls he knew. And as far as he knew, Ichigo's twin sisters wouldn't bother to call him.

Simply throwing Ichigo's phone back to its rightful place, he slumped himself on the bed - trying to drift off to sleep once more, but he couldn't fall. Lifting himself up with an elbow, he peeked through the light curtained window of Ichigo's bedroom. Seeing that the lights in his house were lit, his dad's probably home at one perhaps, normal hour. Grimmjow thought that he should just go back before anything happens : since Ichigo's famous friends often picked him up from school, and that he had to go either earlier or much later than his orange-haired friend.

Just so that there were no suspicions. Nobody even realized that the neat, well-built house beside's Kurosaki clinic was Grimmjow's!

Slipping away from Ichigo's bed, he suddenly felt very cold, chilly... and naked somehow. Scratching his head as he was about to reach for the door handle, pair of cyan eyes laid on a certain pants that he was sure he'd wore them last night.

It was nearer to Ichigo's low table, beside his closet and certainly too far from the bed. It seemed like it was thrown.

Lowering his gaze down to his lower half, no matter how many millions of thoughts popped inside his mind, he wasn't wearing anything - except the shirt he borrowed. And that his thing dangling freely, flustering him.

"...Shit!" he cursed.

Shutting his mouth quickly with his hands, he was glad he didn't wake the sleeping Ichigo. Grimmjow grabbed his pants, scampering 'quietly' as he wore his pants to the bathroom. Remembering to lock the door this time, he glared at his reflection on the mirror.

His famous bitter face was flustering beet red, to his ears and that it had made his unnoticeable earrings visible.

"Think, think! What just happened last night?!" Grimmjow murmured to himself, keeping his head together from his panic.

Sitting on the closed toilet seat, he mumbled, "...I was trying to doze off on the bed. Then, Ichigo hugged me... His hands slipped inside my...pants..."

Then, he faltered. The memories of last night rushed back into his head.

"You're so adorable, Grimm..." Ichigo hushed, sliding another finger inside the blue's entrance.

"Ah...!"

Ichigo's demanding tongue trailed down from his mouth to his neck, ravishing him, biting him all over on his seemingly good-spots that made the blue mewled. That pair of brown eyes were expressionless, fixed at the fascinating Grimmjow's blushing looks. Ichigo seemed desperate, he wouldn't even let the blue fighting back on him and that he wouldn't care what the blue might thought of him next.

Those slender fingers inside of him brushed on his sweet spot, make him squirm, or rather struggling to get away. But Ichigo used his unusual strength to pin him on the bed - as they both came. Breathless, his mind went blank. Grimmjow moaned when Ichigo wrapped his right hand around their wet members.

The blue pleaded, "...No... no more..."

"...I wasn't going to," Ichigo smiled, spreading their cum on the blue's slightly open lips.

Ichigo's satisfied face leaned over and kissed him again. Hungrily.

Touching his bruised lips, this was - probably the first time his face was at the same colour as a fresh tomato!

Screaming, what the hell got over him last night?! Ichigo's a man! With dick, even bigger than him! And that Ichigo fucked him with his fingers! His goddamn man fingers! Yet Grimmjow sounded so lewd!

No wonder his lips tasted all funny... And that his ass' starting to hurt a bit, it's like constipating on something boney!

Remembering the place where he last saw his uniform, he quickly wore them, grabbed his stuff and crept out from the Kurosaki household. The twin girls are probably home, not that he cared too much about it... Perhaps, if it's Shiro, then he'd probably just kill himself.

Grimmjow climbed over the closed gate of his house, and saw that the front door was slightly gaping. It wasn't a surprise. He took notice of his father's shoes as he got inside, the way it scrambled all over the entrance was never a good sign.

"Old man?" Grimmjow called out worriedly, his heart's suddenly thumping fast.

Then, there he was. Stumbled down flat on the comfy couch, not moving. The blue-haired nearly thought his old man had died, but the light snore kept him away from his ghastly thoughts - for now.

'He must've been too tired...' Grimmjow thought, squatting down near the couch.

He somehow managed to keep his young appearance despite his age. Brown hair brushed to the back, calming face when he's asleep - Grimmjow rather liked his father in this state than the usual one he often sees.

His father's case and jacket looked like it had been flung off across the room, and that the old man didn't bother to sleep on his bed. He didn't switch off the lights, left the air-conditioner open. After everything else, even though it's nearly daylight... he still comes back home.

Noticing the forming sweat on his father's forehead, Grimmjow brought a hand to feel his father's temperature. He's warm, though the room was rather cold. Was it because he's sick that he went home?

The blue eyes frowned, "...Stupid, old man."

Grabbing his father's blanket from the master room, Grimmjow covered the old man's defenceless, weary sleeping form. Going up to his room where he considered nothing special he had in there, he searched for a short-length towel and padded downstairs. Filling up a small bucket with water, soaking the towel and squeezed it dry - he laid them on his father's warm forehead. Just in case he got ill.

Not that he knew anything of it.

It's already a few minutes past six, he just decided to bolt off to school before Ichigo does. The blue-haired got another change of uniform in his closet, had a cold morning shower - scrubbing off the dry aftermath on his member and between his legs. Wearing his clothes, he scrunched up some medicines before he got down the stairs. His father was still sleeping soundly.

Apart from Grimmjow's cold exterior, the hatred that he harboured for his father for not giving much attention towards his own kid - even so, he still cared for his old man.

Drenching the drying towel into a wet one, he walked to the nearly empty kitchen : preparing a light breakfast that he knew how to make. A simple, morning chicken porridges for him and his ill father. It wasn't much, but it's worth a try. Wrapping his old man's share in plastic, he served them on the small dining table for three near the couch where his father was sleeping.

Taking out a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper before he headed out quite early for the day. Making sure that the medicine he had for his father was on the table, easy to see.

On the paper, he said, 'You're sick. I made porridge. Eat up and the meds too. Leave a key for me, will you?'

Finishing his share of porridge, he washed and left them on the side of the sink to dry. Glancing at the clock, it was still early for him to head for school, taking the advantage that Ichigo's probably still curled up on his bed. Apart from how much of a delinquent he could be, he'd still see school as one important thing. Which is very weird.

If the blue wasn't awake right now, he would've continued sleeping for a couple more hours.

Reaching his hand out to the door handle, Grimmjow halted. He looked at his father who's sound asleep on the couch, as he mumbled with a small smile, "...I'll be leaving now, old man."

Walking out of his home while wearing his shoes, he slung his bag on his shoulder. Cautiously looking out on both sides of the streets, he spotted no one suspicious standing nearby. His daily routine, making sure nobody knew the clean home belonged to Grimmjow.

Climbing up of his house's front gate, he landed safely on the ground with a 'huff'. Catching his breath, turning his heels towards school - his phone rings. Taking his phone out from his pocket, he looked at the screen. It's Ichigo.

Grimmjow was reluctant to answer the other's call, but he decided. Turning back to look up at Ichigo's window, there he was... watching the blue-haired with a smile and that his phone was close to his ear. He spotted that the orange-haired was smiling, silently asking him to answer the call.

The blue couldn't help but turning red, memories from last night were still fresh in his head.

"...Yeah?" Grimmjow finally answered, taking a cover to hide beside the neighbour's empty dumpster.

"Good morning, Grimm. You don't have to hide from me, you know?" Ichigo chuckled.

The other's voice suddenly became so soothing to his ears, that he grumbled. His thumb was itching to push the button to end the call.

"Okay, okay, don't hang up!"

"What do you want, Ichigo?" Grimmjow grunted, stepping out from his hiding spot when he heard a crunching sound.

"I... I'm wishing you won't forget what happened last night..." the orange-haired places a hand on his window. From his point of view, as if he was reaching out to Grimmjow.

"...'cause i wouldn't forget it."

The blue flustered, his hands were trembling. What could Ichigo mean? He wanted to ask the same question, but he couldn't voice out. His mind screamed frantically in his head - questioning himself what exactly happened to Ichigo's love for girls?

"...See you at school, Ichigo," Grimmjow ended quietly, turning his heels to make a run to school. Now he's confused.

Utterly disgusted.

And confused.

Hiding unnoticed, a certain black-haired was stunned. He stood still in Grimmjow's and Ichigo's blind spot, witnessing everything that he didn't expect.

"What... the hell?" the black-haired started.

"You should've stayed home..." Renji said, poking on Grimmjow's head with his pencil.

The blue was too tired to fight back - lack of sleep? Perhaps. Finger-fucked aftermath? Most probably. He knew everybody wouldn't get used to that constipating feeling, but this one's different. Guy sex should be like that, would girls get finger-fucked too? Sure it felt good, but something at the back of his mind telling him that whatever they were doing was wrong.

Why is he thinking about this all of a sudden?!

After few lessons passed, next was their break. The red-haired couldn't stop glancing at the disturbed expression of his friend at the back of the class, something must've gone wrong. There were only a few of their classmates in, minding their own business - some were studying, a few dozed off to sleep and quite a lot who went playing their gadgets of phone and Nintendo.

Grimmjow suddenly raised up his head, staring lifelessly, "...Looking at you right now makes me wanna beat the shit out of you."

"The hell's your problem?" Renji frowned, he felt threatened somehow. The blue noted on his friend's change of tone where he actually meant that he needed a punching bag to ease his confusion.

Then, the red-haired suddenly remembered about what he had said to Grimmjow yesterday, 'did something really happen after that?' question pondered in his mind.

"...Look, if you're referring to my yesterday's joke, i'm sorry okay?" Renji apologised, leaning back on his seat as he looked away.

At first, the blue raised his eyebrows. Being sometimes forgetful, he asked himself, what the hell is Renji blabbering about? Yesterday's joke? Which one? What was it again?

"Don't think i know wha-" Grimmjow's voice faltered when his eyes glanced at a classmate's heart-shaped pendant. That one statement reeled inside his head, struck through him like an extremely sharp arrow. That thing which made him all giddy and disturbed when Ichigo's with him since last night. That cursed... 'shows signs of affection'.

And that it all make sense, if he was ever true, to the one Ichigo had said to him this morning in the phone.

Renji, annoyed that Grimmjow didn't finish what he was talking, switching his pair of green eyes to his friend. Catching Grimmjow's stunned expression and those rare few streaks of blushes creeping on his cheeks, he tried to resist the urge to take a picture of this rare moment!

But first...

"You okay, dude...?"

A smack on the head, again.

"Owie!"

"I'm gonna murder you and sell your rottin' meat at the black market for cheap cents! If you hadn't said it, i wouldn't be like this, you moron!" Grimmjow shouted, leaping out from his seat. His face was heating up as he practically smacked the poor red with somebody else's textbook, causing a morning uproar in class which the rest of the students didn't bother to stop the two buddies.

Renji shielded his head from the continuously incoming thick-covered book, waiting for a chance to snap the lethal weapon away from the flustering blue-haired. But then, Grimmjow halted. He turned his head towards the back-door of the class, he was sure he saw somebody standing there at the corner of his eye - staring at him.

Rubbing his sore cheek and perhaps bruising face, the red-haired moaned as he raised his head up, noticing the alarmed expression of his friend.

"...What?" Renji asked, looking his way at the 'empty' door.

Grimmjow's lips pursed closed, and frowned. This was the first alarming sense he had ever-since he got admitted to this high-school.

"Thought i saw somebody fixing an eye on me..." Grimmjow murmured, flinging the 'coolest-weapon' - the textbook, back to its owner nearby. Sitting back on his seat, his eyes never left the wide open doorway.

'I know it's not Ichigo... Hell, it doesn't even look like a girl... Who was it?'

He stood still in front of the school's perhaps isolated, storage room. Frowning yet again, the small room looked even scarier than the usual abandoned building. It was emitting a ghastly, unwelcome aura all over - causing goosebumps to those who walked near or entered the terrifying room to get any sport equipments. Was the storage room cursed? Is it haunted? Slapping away his childish thoughts, Grimmjow sighed. This was a very strange and a terribly cramped place to eat a lunch.

All in his mind was his list of favourite lunches - salad, chicken stew, sautéed noodle, *Kakioko Pancake... *Chofu... *Nigiri-sushi... *Chanpuru... *Temaki... It makes his tummy growling and his mouth drooling. Perhaps he was imagining the delicious smell of his favourite dishes. Loving Ichigo's home cooked meals, it tastes very heavenly - like a mother's cooking.

'...You're such... a sweet boy, Grimmy...'

Cyan eyes widened, his mind stopped reeling. That voice that suddenly echoed inside his head, saddened him. It's enough that he had a bad dream this morning, he wouldn't want to cry in school because of it. Shaking his head back to reality, Grimmjow mentally prepared himself to eat every single bits of Ichigo's bento today.

But still...

'Why would Ichigo want to eat lunch here? Wouldn't it be very dusty...?' the blue-haired naively thought, reaching a hand for the door handle.

The door creaked open, dusts were swirling all over the room as fresh air came seeping in. He squinted his eyes, searching for a certain figure in the room.

"Ichigo...?" the blue-haired called out quietly, closing the door behind him.

Then, something slightly heavy pounced on him - it caught him by surprise as he loses his balance. Crashing down to the dusty floor, Grimmjow grunted... he just bumped his head. The mysterious 'thing' locked both of his arms and feet, keeping the hurting blue pinned on the floor.

"...The hell?!" Grimmjow yelled before his voice went sore, struggling as he noticed that the stranger's a lot stronger than him.

He could feel hot breath panting against his nape, breathing on his ear as the stranger whispered, "You sure nobody caught you?"

That voice...

"...I-Ichigo?"

Ichigo used his skills in karate onto the blue-haired, twisting Grimmjow's arms to the back - ignoring his painful grunts. Using his weight as his advantage, keeping his childhood friend pinned.

"Ichi...! The hell are you doing?!" Grimmjow snapped when he felt one of Ichigo's hand slipping inside his uniform shirt, brushing up to his heaving chest.

The bleached haired friend leaned closer to Grimmjow's flushing face, biting on the other's earlobe, smirking as he listened to the blue's beautiful hitching voice, "Sorry, hey... I don't have much time to spend with you today, just eat the lunch i made after this, okay?"

"I-I don't..." his voice faltered, his body was heating up from the trails of kisses Ichigo left on him.

'...I don't want to...' the voice of his self-conscious rang through his ears.

He wondered where his pants went off to, he wondered where all those cute years from being frail to strong had slipped. Ichigo's firm hands kept him in place as if he was paralysed by the look of his bestie's face. They roamed, Ichigo was touching him again - he wonders why... But this time, the orange-haired went a bit far. It prodded at Grimmjow's rear, only rubbing it against him though he still stuck a few fingers inside the blue-haired's entrance.

The air was suffocating him, spring temperature's rising at the heated moment, electrifying painful pleasures and the tears that formed at the corners of his eyes.

"...Grimm... You're so adorable," Ichigo whispered, brushing a few strands of blue hair away from Grimmjow's flushed and pained expression.

He leaned down to lick at the blue-haired's slightly opened lips, piercing his tongue in for a hungry kiss - silently sneered at how uncomfortable Grimmjow had become. The poor blue moaned on their heated kiss, it's killing him.

Grimmjow admitted it felt really good, but his guts kept screaming at him that something wasn't right about their relationship. Who are they actually? What did Ichigo see in Grimmjow? Why is the school's most acclaimed student doing such things with a delinquent?

And why...

'...Why are we doing this...?'

They spent half an hour in the storage room, scampering out from that cramped area as soon as he finished cleaning off his dreadful white-thingy that spluttered out everywhere. Munching on the sweet bread sticks Ichigo had made for him, he walked - limp, which attracts the attention of the passer-bys - toward his next class. At that was Japanese History, the only class he shared with Ichigo. He ignored the strange and confused eyes that watched him, until one stare caught his eye.

He halted on the third-floor hallway, where a certain 'president' stood nearby the window, hanging out with his friends.

The 'president's' eyes shifted to Grimmjow's cyan-coloured, he sensed, this... perhaps the same glare he felt earlier in the morning.

But it'd be wrong to point fingers.

Grimmjow turned his heels, practically scoffing out the 'president's' existence as he limped to his class.

'...What's his name again...? That tattoo-ed face president...' Grimmjow pondered, biting on his next bread stick.

A few moments after, the class he's having was too much of a bore to him. Glancing on Renji who was trying his best not to fall asleep, Rukia who never left her eyes off of the black-board and Ichigo - who now became Grimmjow's source of shyness and fluster.

Slipping in a chocolate into his mouth, he cursed as he nearly day-dreamed on a man! Is he a homo? Why is he letting his childhood friend do all of these H-things to him?

Grimmjow turned his attention elsewhere, out from the classroom as the voice of the teacher went very dull to his ears. He watched a few girls running around on the nearby field in their sport attire, he chuckled to himself, his seat on the third-floor was the only hotspot to look down on cute girls' drooling body - fixing his eyes to none-other than their surprisingly large pair of boobs.

'Ah... they still look nice...' he thought dejectedly, knowing that he'd been touched by a guy. He slipped another chocolate again to his mouth, munching as his mind wandered to the few running girls.

He teehee-ed quietly. Look at how it bounces!

The blue-haired observed them, the girls were in their shorts, tight shirts, exposed thighs and all... still, boobs are the best to look at. He noted on the group of girls chatting around near the tree, perhaps taking a break under the shade. Grimmjow checked out the sizes of their breasts one by one... Even as far as he was, one could still tell them apart. The one with braided hair's an A-cup... the other with the glasses, A-cup... B-cup... and that one - D-cup?

In his pervy trance of girls in his mind, a textbook was smashed onto his face, slapping his fantasies away.

"Bitches! Who threw that?!" he shouted, practically towering up from his seat with his infamous temper. Eventually realizing that he's still in class, and that the teacher was violently expressionless.

'Che'... Rukia's brother...'

"If you don't mind, Grimmjow, please read the whole two paragraphs on page 224 in your textbook," Byakuya said calmly, walking towards his blue-haired student's seat.

Grimmjow obliged, flipping up a few pages and mentally jaw-dropped. The paragraph was way too long, the fonts were smaller than 0.5 cm. Curse the author of that book edition! And why in hell would he take up on history?!

Scratching the back of his head, he laughed hesitantly, "Uhhmmm... You gotta be kiddin' me, sensei..."

Byakuya frowned as he halted beside Grimmjow, and grumbled, "I'm not. Please read, Grimmjow."

Sighing, he heard Renji sneering. He made a note in his mind, to beat Renji senseless later. With that he took an unconscious glance at the orange-haired, and noticed that Ichigo was busied by his phone hidden in his drawer. Realizing that his phone never vibrated in his pocket at the same day and time, Grimmjow wondered with whom Ichigo was texting with. And that the other's face, depression was written all over his face.

Which made his heart throbbing painfully.

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Bad, bad Ichigo! What's wrong with you? D:

So, umm... yeah, chapter 4 and i'm sooo happy and very hungry at the same time! I didn't know what Grimmjow actually likes so... i made it myself, and it kinda suits him though...

Kakioko Pancake... a pancake with oysters, sometimes with fruits of the sea.

Chofu... Sweets that have the shape of rolled cloth - for its sweetness and softness.

Nigiri-sushi... Hand-made sushi with toppings of tuna, eggs, octopus, eel with rice into a rectangular box.

Chanpuru... Stir-fry of onion, tofu, ham, egg and bitter melon. Healthy certain conditions, used in Chinese medicines.

Temaki... Ice-cream cone shaped handed rolled sushi.

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