You and Me

by RheizeL

You see, Ichigo was always near me. We consider each other as best friends. Since we are always together, I thought I had what was like, an infinite amount of time to express my feelings. And because of that, I was always looking for that "right" moment. That "absolute" moment to confess my feelings... But now, it's already too late. GrimmIchi Rated M for language and cursing.

6. I Dare You To Move

So, here it is, after a very VERY long time. Finally finished this chapter.

This was not proofed read, so I apologize for the wrong grammar in advance.

And thank you very much for waiting, with me. ^_^

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"...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before."

― Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief

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I opened my eyes, as the sound from the picture slides that was now being shown flooded my ears. I'm back here, in the auditiorium, but why am I not expecting anything?

Why? Because I know, deep inside me, that what I did is not enough.

I need to get to the roots of it if I really wanted Ichigo to be mine.

I need to remember.

When?

When did we started to drift apart from each other?

I exhaled, looking at their table, only to see Ichigo's concerned face.

Am I that obvious?

I sighed. No, I'm fine.

It's just that now that I'm thinking about it, I don't know how, or why we became just "friends".

I forced a smile and nodded towards him.

But I can see from his reaction that he was not convinced.

So I smiled once more, then turned my attention towards the pictures.

Oh, I think I remember now.

Right before we entered college, Ichigo decided that he's going to major in Medicine. While I decided to take up Arts. Because I want to be a Mangaka.

There's nothing special during that day. It's just that I promised him when we were young that he'll be the one to decide about our future. That no-matter what he would choose as his major, I would do it with him.

It was okay at first, when I first told him that I want to be a Mangaka.

But I know that Ichigo was disappointed because of my decision.

I wanted to explain it to him.

I wanted to explain it to him, that I just can't see myself doing rounds in a huge hospital while wearing a long fuckin' robe with glasses.

It's his thing, not mine.

And besides, my drawing skills are quite good.

But instead of making him understand, we fought.

Sighs

Now, most of the pictures were taken during his college days.

Not a picture taken with me. How the hell would I be able to go back?

"Looks like this case is much harder than I thought huh…"

Kisuke's voice sounded sincere from my back.

I let out another sigh as everyone started to stop moving once more.

"Are you now regretting your actions?"

I said with a very calm voice, masking my fears that he is going to stop helping me now.

"Are you are idiot? Of course not! I view this as a challenge. "

I turned to see his grin, which looked so genuine for me.

But even though he really wanted to help me from the bottom of his heart, there's something that's going to stop him.

The pictures.

How the hell am I going to go back without me in those photos?

And his grin just got wider.

"Are you sure that you're not there?"

I frowned.

What the fuck is he trying to say? Of course I'm not there, we're not classmates after all, his building is so fucking far-

What the fuck?

I squinted just to make sure that I'm not hallucinating.

There, about 10 meters away from Ichigo, is a guy with a fucking blue hair facing away from the camera.

What the hell?

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XXXOOXXX

When I opened my eyes, I am in front of this huge blank canvass and I'm holding a paint brush on my right hand.

I looked around.

Yeah, this is my classroom back during my college days. But there's no one in here.

I looked at the calendar hangin' on the wall to see the date.

Dec. 07 20XX.

Oh, that explains why it feels cold.

I stood up and started packing my things. I know that I won't be able to paint today. I need to see Ichigo. So I got out, and was about lock the room when someone called me.

"Jaegerjaques."

I turned to see who it was. And my eyes widened.

Kuchiki? What the fuck is that guy doing in here?

He walked towards my direction with grace. A sign that he grew up in a very good environment. I felt my inside churned. I wanna fucking push this guy out of the window now.

"Are you finished with our project now?"

I frowned. Project?

Oh. Yeah, we're supposed to pass a painting by next week. My frown deepened. Why does he care?

"Nah, I'm out of ideas."

I straightened my shoulders, about to get out of this awkward situation.

"Oh, too bad. I thought that our almighty Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez never loses his inspiration. Now I know that you're just an ordinary person."

What the fuck is this guy's problem?!

Now I remember why the fuck this guy annoys me so much! I clicked my tongue, facing this annoying brat once more.

"What do you want Kuchiki?"

I spat my words with so much venom as I could. And I saw him sighed.

"Oh, nothing much. Just making sure that my competition is doing his job. That's all."

He then turned and went back to wherever fucking hell he came from.

What a great way to ruin my day.

I sighed and started walking back home.

I don't know why, but it feels like there's something that I forgot. That that guy did something unforgivable, that's why I feel so much hate towards him.

Well, aside from him snatching my strawberry away from me, which is indeed very hateful, what else?

Why am feeling this so much anger towards him?

XXXOOXXXX

I saw Ichigo the moment I got out of the university. He was… He was saying goodbye to some of his friends.

Now that I remember, we both live at the same dormitory. So what the heck kept me from apologizing to him? Must be my pride. My big ass pride.

I jogged towards him the moment his friends left him alone with a smirk on my face.

"Hey, Ichi.."

He slowly faced me with a frown on his scowling face.

Damn, just a moment ago he was smiling and grinning with his friends! Why is he scowling to me like I'm the worst person to be with in the whole world?!

"What brought this on Grimmjow?"

Grimmjow? GRIMMJOW?! He called me fucking-Grimmjow! He only calls me that when he's angry!

I frowned, rubbing the back of my head like I just lost my capability to talk. And I think he gets what's inside my head right now.

"What? It's your fault, and you didn't even tried talking to me during those two months, after we fought. Even though we both live in the same room, you still didn't do anything, not even approached me to apologize. What do you expect Mr. Jaegerjaques? That I would be all welcoming just because you're talking to me now? You know what Grimmjow? Go to hell."

He then started walking fast.

To tell you the truth, I don't know if I should be worried, but, Ichigo just looked really cute when he's acting like that. I really wanna hug him now.

But first, I have to make him forgive me.

I immediately matched his speed and followed him.

"H-Hey… Ichi, please let me explain. I know I'm an ass.."

But he continued walking fast. So I stopped.

"Ichigo! I'm sorry okay?! I know I did something wrong! But I didn't know what to do to make it up to you! Oi ICHIGO!"

I saw him stopped a few meters away from me.

I don't know why but it suddenly became really hard to breath.

Then I saw him turned to look at me.

"Hurry up asshole, I'm not going to wait for you ever again."

He looked fine, but I know that he's still angry. I swallowed up then walked towards him. No, I think I ran.

Then I hugged him. I hugged him really really tight.

"O-Oi! G-Grimm!"

He tried to push me, but I didn't let him. I need to explain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ichi. I was afraid. I'm afraid that you won't even talk to me. I'm sorry that I kept it from you. That I really wanna pursue Arts. I'm so sorr-"

"Wait- what? You think that I'm still angry because you pursued Arts?"

This time, I allowed him to push me. Because I don't understand what he was trying to say. You mean, he's not angry because I didn't took up medicine as promised?

"Yes, we fought, but I think I already told you that you can do whatever you wanted. You're the only one who didn't even tried talking to me for two months!"

I frowned once more.

"Then why?"

His favourite scowl made its appearance on his face once more.

"You really have no idea huh?"

My frown deepened. What is he saying?

Then it hit me.

Kuchiki. That bastard.

I think Ichigo read my face once more.

"You. Are. Really. An. Asshole. Grimmjow."

He started walking again. But he's no longer in a hurry this time. Maybe he knows that I won't follow him anymore.

"I won't talk to you unless you won that wager Mister."

I just watched him as he entered our dormitory.

Damn.

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XXXXOOXXXX

Okay folks, before you even kill me, let me explain.

It happened I think a week before the present time. And by present time, meaning the time where I am in now.

You see guys, I hate losing.

I mean everybody close to me would know that every time I lose, I don't take it lightly.

Even to smallest things, you can bet that I would ask for a rematch.

It's the same on that day.

Our sensei asked us to pass a landscape painting.

And I lost. I lost to that Kuchiki guy.

And I didn't accepted it.

"No, I won't accept this! My project is clearly much better than that fag's!"

"Mr. Jaegerjaques, please calm down."

"Then tell us why the fuck did you gave him a much higher grade!"

"You really wanna know why? Mr. Kuchiki's art has feelings. Your project might be very good, but it lacks feelings. That's why I chose his."

And then I did the most asshole-ish decision in my whole life.

"I'm not taking this. Just because of that reason, I lost? No. I demand a rematch."

"Alright, sounds good to me. But I won't participate in this without gaining anything from you Jaegerjaques."

"Alright fag, tell me what do you want?"

"A date."

"A date? I knew that you got a thing for me, heh."

"Don't be too over-confident Jaegerjaques. if I win, you're going to organize a date for me, and Ichigo. That's what I want."

I don't really remember the details that much, but I think that's about it, and I think I said yes.

Why?

Yes, because I'm at asshole.

Damn, why do I had to return to those moments where I already did a very fucking stupid decision?

Why am I so stupid? Why am I an asshole?

*sighs*

Now I think I understand what really happened. I am the very reason why those two became close to each other.

I am the very reason why they are now together.

I clenched my fist with a frown.

I gotta win this.

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XXXOOOXXX

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The only thing that's inside my head right now is "How am I going to kill myself". Or just the word "Shit" itself.

It's been days since I last talked to Ichigo. And it's very clear that he's avoiding me.

He's either sleeping early, or staying out late to finish some god-damned experiments. And he always leave early the next day to go to school.

He's not giving me a chance to talk to him.

Another problem is that, I should pass my project tomorrow.

And I've been sitting in front of my canvass inside of this now-turning-dark room, thinking of how am I going to project my feelings into this canvass for hours.

Or much worst, what the fuck should I paint?

I need to win. I need to fucking win this. But at the same time, I know that I'm losing.

It's hard for me, I mean, I've never tried expressing my feelings before. I don't even fucking care if they care about me.

I only show my true self to Ichigo.

Yes, only to him.

Because he understands me, just when no one else does.

That's why I thought that he'd wait for me. Wait until I will be able to voice out my feelings towards him. Wait until I'm strong enough.

I didn't know that he already surrendered. Because I'm always pushing him away.

He's the one who always understands me, but I never tried to understand him back.

God, why am I an asshole again?

I sighed as I returned from my reverie and starred back towards that blank canvass standing in front of me.

I remember when we were still young, every time my fucking parents would fight, I would go out and sat down the sidewalk in front of our house. Then he would come, as if he knows that I'm there. Sit beside me, then force my head to lean on his shoulder.

We would remain like that for minutes, and hours, until he feel sleepy, then he would ask me to come and sleep with him in his room. Those moments, are the best moments of my life.

Those were the days…

Well, remembering those days sure made me inspired.

And before I even know it, I was already grabbing my paint brush, dipping it first in an open orange can of paint.

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XXXOOOXXX

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I woke up the next day with a frown as I felt someone sat on the edge of my bed but I chose to retain my sleeping form since my eyelids still feels really heavy.

What time did I went to bed last night? Or, should I say this morning?

It's 5-fucking-AM in the morning.

Damn.

And Ichigo didn't even went home.

Even though I know that Ichigo is going to stay overnight in Orihime's house, I was still half expecting him to just suddenly appear in our room.

Well, I guess that's good for me too. Since I can't let him see my work.

My work.

My work?

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DAMN! MY WORK!

I suddenly sat up, but was pulled back when a sudden head-rush hit me. My hand flew towards my head as I groan, trying to suppress the pain that's now hitting me.

"Woah, easy there mister…"

My eyes went wide as I tried to focus towards the owner of that voice, prepping my elbows to elevate my head.

"Hey…"

Ichigo greeted with a smile.

I blinked, once, twice, then cleared my throat, but my voice still sounded raspy.

"H-Hey…"

I croaked, looking so confused.

"I can see that you already finished your master piece huh?"

My eyes flew towards the direction of my painting. I made sure to cover it before I went to bed, and the cover's still there.

I sighed.

One of our unspoken rule here is that no one should try to peek or look at my "covered" art.

It's good to know that even though we're fighting, he's still following that rule.

And it's also really important that he don't see my project until the time that I revealed it.

I returned my gaze towards him and nodded as I sit down properly with a yawn.

"I did."

I answered with the same raspy voice.

"What time did you went to bed? You looked so tired."

"Huh? Five I guess. I just wanna finish this while I'm inspired."

Another yawn as I fight my eyelids from drooping back.

"Hnh."

Ichigo stood up, I wanna know where he's going but, my eyes feels so heavy.

Another yawn.

"What time do you need to pass this thing?"

I frowned, forcing my head up once more.

"Excuse me? This thing?"

He just looked at me, curious. And my frown transformed into a scowl.

"That masterpiece, that you're calling the 'Thing' is the one that's going to finish Kuchiki's head off, and the one that's going to make you fall crazy in love with me, moron."

I let my head fall down my pillows once more, trying to catch my Zzzs again, but instead, my eyes snapped open.

Oh God, what did I just said?

I raised my head to look for Ichigo, but he's right there, in front of me, as if he already know what my reaction is going to be.

He got this weird or curious expression plastered all over his face, which made me frown once again.

I forced myself to sit down, wiping my face using both of my hands as he sat down on the edge of my bed.

Fuck, this is not supposed to happen. I'm supposed to change what I did in the past, not just confess my love to him. Because once I got back, once my asshole-self take over, I'm sure that Ichigo would just be disappointed.

I don't want him to be disappointed with me.

I sighed.

I guess, since I'm going to hell anyway, I'll just break all the rules now. (Because seriously, being able to go back in time? I'm sure that there's a big consequence like, falling to the deepest ring of hell.)

I sighed once more before I raised my head to look at him. I think he walked right in front of me while I was having this internal war inside my head.

And he smiled warmly as soon as our eyes met.

"Say it again."

I heard him whisper.

I don't know what happened to me, but my hand just moved on its own. I grabbed his neck and pulled him close.

"I love you."

I answered before I let our lips meet.

I heard him gasped, I readied my face. I was expecting him to push me and land a very powerful right-cross on my face, but there was none.

Instead, I felt his arm wound around my neck before he tilted his face slightly to the right and opened his mouth for me.

I moaned. Well, there's nothing else for me to do. I've been waiting for this my whole life.

Seriously, I could cry.

I let my tongue play with him. There's no aggressiveness, like one of us should be the dominant one. We just kissed, and hugged each other like we got all the time in the world.

Time.

I started deepening the kiss, and pushed him down my bed. I heard him moan as I started to attack his neck.

"G-Grimm.."

Damn that voice.

I felt him grab my hair as he pant on my ear.

God, I want him. I want him now!

But I can't.

Our future is not yet secured. I can't just take him now only to let my asshole-self ruin it later.

And even though it's hard, even though it's soooo hard.

I stopped.

I bit his collar bone without even thinking about it, but I made sure that it's not so hard, just to ease the longing that I'm feeling now. And I heard him gasped.

"I'm sorry…"

I whispered and I lick the spot that I just bitten.

"I'm sorry Ichigo..."

I repeated as I hugged him tight.

"Why are you apologizing?"

I don't have to look at his face to see that he's disappointed. He's probably thinking that I'm doing this on a whim, that's why I'm apologizing.

That made me smile. He's so paranoid.

"I'm apologizing because I'm not sorry that I kissed you. I've been wanting to do that my whole-fucking life. So I'm not going to lie and tell you that I didn't mean that, because I do…"

I raised my head and watch his blush creep from his neck up to his cheeks.

I chuckled.

Heh. He's so cute.

He immediately hid his face using both of his hand.

"Asshole!"

I laughed as I try to get his hands off of his face.

"Why are you hidin' yer face?"

"Because you're teasing me!"

"No! I wouldn't do that!"

"You are!"

I sighed before I sat down, and he followed once my weight is not him, but he was still avoiding my face.

Well, I can't let this end awkward just like this.

"Ichigo."

He was reluctant, but after waiting for almost a minute, he raise his face and finally looked at me again.

I smiled, then held both of his hands as I spoke, looking straight to his eyes.

"Ichi, I want you to keep in mind that I love you. So much. I may act like an asshole tomorrow, but I want you to remember that I still love you, before, now, and most probably in the future."

I saw him blush once more before he stood up and went to his bed before he covered his whole body with his blanket.

I just laughed.

"Don't forget to visit me in my classroom later 'kay? Four PM."

I didn't heard him answer but I know that he heard me.

Well, initially, I was planning to not attend my other classes other than the one with Kuchiki, but I guess, since I'm wide awake now, I might as well show them how capable I am.

I stood up to check my work.

Yep, it's almost dry now.

I covered it again before I went to the bathroom to take a bath. This is going to be a long day.

XXXOOOXXX

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I never really liked anything other than Ichigo when I was young. I mean, I act like I like everything, but the truth is, I never liked them. Kinda twisted huh? But that's how things go for me.

It has always been Ichigo.

Did Ichigo already ate dinner? Is he bored? Is he happy? Is there something wrong with him? Ichigo's hair is kinda messy today, did he forgot to comb his hair again this morning? When can I see Ichigo again?

Those kind of shits.

But even though I'm always thinking about Ichigo, I don't understand why I didn't showed him that I love him?

Well, I'm thinking that maybe, I'm afraid that he would reject me. Or, it's also possible that I'm afraid that everything would change, and nothing will ever be the same again.

I'm afraid of the unknown.

He's my sun, my stars, my moon. And if ever my confession would change anything, I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle that.

I guess that's why I never acknowledged that I love him.

But there are moments, moments that no matter what I do, my emotions would just burst out, and my love for him would show. Those are the moments that makes me feel like I'm alive. But of course, I would have to hide it again after that.

That's why when Kisuke offered this once in a lifetime opportunity to me, a chance to change all of the things that gone wrong, I got really happy. This happiness cannot even be compared to those burst, or even to those times where I'm ruining other asshole's faces.

Now that I confessed to him, I am sure that everything indeed changed in my present time.

I wonder if I will be sitting beside Ichi once I came back?

I slowly dragged my feet as I walk towards our class room, carefully carrying my work using my right hand.

I feel uneasy.

What if I still lose? What if they didn't liked it? What if..?

Shit.

I entered the room, everyone's already there.

"I see that you're still the same Mr. Jaegerjaques. Still late."

I just smiled as I put down my work for a moment to set up a tripod.

"Sorry sir, I didn't took this with me when I went to school this mornin', so I had to return to my dorm jus' to get it."

I heard our teacher cleared his throat as he sat down in front of his table. Everyone eyeing me as if I'm the most interesting person in this classroom.

Even Kuchiki is watching my every move.

After setting up the tripod, I immediately took my painting and put it on it, still not taking it off from the bag.

I sighed, then looked around.

Our art auditorium is quite big, and I can see that our teacher even invited students from other years.

Damn, now I feel nervous.

Then, a flash of orange caught my eyes. I watched him enter the room, complete with his lab coat and all, as he looked for a place to sit on.

I think our professor started saying something. But I didn't heard what it was, I was busy watching him, as he returned my gaze from the place where he was sitting at.

Then my professor cleared his throat again.

I immediately turned my eyes back to my professor's direction.

"Are you listening Jaegerjaques?"

I cleared my throat nervously.

"I'm sorry sir, I was distracted."

I saw his lips formed a hard line, but instead of his usual shouts when I'm not listening, he just sighed and watched me with his hard eyes.

"I said that whomever win this round, would be our representative for the National Art Competition, understand that?"

I nodded. But I guess that if ever I would win, I would just have to back out. I don't care about shits like that.

I only want to win for Ichigo.

I turned my eyes to Kuchiki, who's watching me too. He was looking at me like, there's something wrong with me.

Well, I guess that he can feel that I'm not my usual self.

"Okay, let us see your works."

Our professor clapped his hands like we're stalling, and that we need some motivation from him to start.

I just frowned as I looked at him once more, before I turned and looked at my still-covered work.

I sighed.

Okay. Let's do this.

I didn't even noticed that Kuchiki's already done opening his bag, I risked a glance, and saw that it was a painting of a landscape. There's a house on the side, trees, mountains, and some children playing happily.

God, he's so good.

I can almost feel that warm feeling that the sun on his painting is giving off, or that feeling of lost-of-breath as I watch the children run around.

For a fucking-guy who doesn't even give off too much emotions, he's really good showing it through his paintings.

I sighed once more as our professor started analyzing Kuchiki's work.

I chose to turn that one out and focus on opening my bag.

The zipper's done, I carefully lifted it to get rid of the bag, then returned it to the tripod.

I turned, and made sure that Ichigo won't see it just yet.

I looked at him again with a grin.

He looked so puzzled.

I smiled and mouthed him the words that I wanted to say to him so badly.

I love you.

I saw him blushed, yep, I think he got my message.

I then gladly stepped out of the way to show him my work as if he's the only one in this room.

I heard a lot of people gasped.

I even saw some of then turn their heads towards Ichigo.

But I don't really care about their reactions. Because the only one that I care about for now, is that blushing guy that's sitting 50 feet away from me.

I was pulled out of my trance when my professor cleared his throat once more.

"I was not yet done giving my opinion about Kuchiki's work Jaegerjaques."

I just rubbed the back of my head as I looked down with a smile.

"Sorry sir, I was showing off."

I looked up when I heard no comments from him, and I saw him smiling smugly with a raised eyebrow.

I just grinned back nervously.

"Okay, since I'm almost done with him anyway, why don't we start with your work then?"

I nodded, watching him look at my work with critical eyes, glancing towards Ichigo's direction whenever I got the chance.

He was biting his lower lip, but he was blushing. I think I really made an impression to him.

"You did great in this portrait Jaegerjaques."

I looked down, ready to accept my professor's judgement.

"…and I can see that the subject's here too."

I chuckled, I can almost hear him groan.

"What do you call this Jaegerjaques?"

I looked up determined to return my professor's gazes with all of the emotions that I have.

"It's Love."

Once more, the room was filled with gasps.

I think I heard a girl ask her friend if I'm gay, and someone stated that I'm a waste.

Heh.

I'm sorry ladies, but I'm already taken.

"Well, I guess you already said it. You proved me wrong Jaegerjaques. I apologize for saying that you are not capable of putting your emotions to your work."

I just chuckled.

"No sir, it's alright, I was being an ass last time so…"

I felt a hand land on my shoulder, squeezing it a bit.

"You did great, I'm already doubting my orientation."

I frowned, he laughed.

"Just kidding kid…"

He tapped my shoulder before returning to his table.

"So, we'll let the audience decide. Cast your votes people."

I let out the breath that I didn't noticed that I was holding with a soft groan.

Then I noticed that Kuchiki is looking at me. That made me frown once more.

"What do you want?"

"I admit defeat. I never imagined that you are going to use our competition to confess. Now, even if I win, I will never be able to ask Ichigo out. I must say that I'm impressed."

I snickered. He sounded so smug.

"Only that I am not impressing you Kuchiki. And we both know that you only liked Ichigo because he's responsible. But he's not your type."

Kuchiki smiled briefly before turning around walking towards his painting.

"You might be right Jaegerjaques. You might be."

Maybe I'm lucky because I came back when Kuchiki doesn't love Ichigo that much yet. But I won't let that luck slip away from me.

I looked at Ichigo's direction once more, some woman are now trying to talk to him, and I can say that he doesn't like it, because of that frown that he's sporting right now.

I frowned back once I got his attention. And he just rolled his eyes.

Heh. I will rearrange that frown later, but for now…

"Okay guys, I got the votes now, and I can see that I'm quite surprised."

I turned my attention back to our professor.

"There are some, comments here, which I'm going to read first before I give the result."

The voting is purely electronic. Each audience was given a device for casting the vote, so the result would be counted electronically.

I saw my professor read something from his phone. I guess someone sent him a message.

"Mr. Jaegerjaques' work is good. If the theme is just about how you can project your emotions through your work of art, then I guess he won. However, the winner would also be sent to be our representative, and he can't just paint his friend's face all the time, because there would be categories. That's why I vote for Mr. Kuchiki."

Our professor lifted his face from reading the text, his creased forehead very eminent.

"Well, I guess the guy explained it all. Kuchiki won with 109 votes, Jaegerjaques with 98."

I sighed with a smile as people clapped.

I guess I can't argue with that comment. I don't want to be a painter to begin with. I just want to be a Mangaka. And besides, I already got my most precious reward.

I looked at Ichigo's direction with a smile, and I can see that he was also smiling back.

Well, that's all that I ever wanted.

To see that smile back on his face.

XXXXXOOOOXXXXX

...

I let myself grin as I watched my painting that is now hanging over Ichigo's bed across the room with so much pride. I just can't believe that I did this thing. The work is too good to be mine.

"What are you smiling about asshole?"

I chuckled as I turned my attention towards the man who's sitting on my bed right beside me.

"What? Can't I appreciate beauty when I see one?"

His frown was very imminent before I was greeted by my pillow right on my face which I immediately pulled out with a soft chuckle.

"Cocky bastard."

I heard him said as he tried to move away from me.

I just laughed. He's so cute when he's acting like that. Pretending that he is so pissed off, even though his blushing cheeks are now bright red.

"Yeah, but you still love me, right?"

I snuggled close to him, hugging him from behind, and resting my chin on his right shoulder.

"Whatever."

I chuckled once more, inhaling his scent as much as I could.

Fuck, I don't know what will happen once I got back, so as much as possible, I will just indulge myself to this Ichigo treat.

I sighed and hugged him tighter.

The thought of me, returning to an unknown future in a few moments is breaking my heart.

"I love you, Ichigo."

I felt his body stiffened, and his breathing escalated.

But after a few moments, his breath returned to normal. That made me frown.

No answer?

"Ichigo?"

"Yeah?"

I bit my lip.

"Oh common, after eating my pride and confessing to you like that, you won't even acknowledge that you love me too?"

I forced his body to face me. What I saw after that will forever be embedded, in my memory.

He was crying.

I wonder how he managed to cry without me noticing it?

It… it broke my heart a little.

Doesn't he love me too?

"Ichi? I… I'm sorry, did I hurt-"

"Hush…"

He sniffed, and swallowed before he looked into my eyes with so much longing.

"You, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you Grimm. All..."

He sighed, gasping for air.

"... all the while I was thinking that maybe, you don't really love me, the same way that I love you."

My eyebrows furrowed as I listened to him, wiping his tears away as gently as I could.

"Ichi, I know that I'm an ass-.."

"No, Grimm, let me speak first…"

He sniffed and cleared his throat once more.

"I love you Grimmjow. I will always will. Even if we're not sure about the future, I know, in my heart, that you're the only one that I want."

I kissed him.

There's nothing left for me to do.

After what he just said, I felt like, I was finally whole.

Then I hugged him, really tight.

"Thank you… Ichigo… I love you, so much..."

I heard him chuckled, as he pushed himself towards me.

"I love you too.."

I then suddenly felt very sleepy.

I allowed myself to close my eyes, drifting, as those familiar voices singing Hallelujah flooded my ears.

…

XXXOOOXXX

…

When I opened my eyes, I was laying down on a carpeted floor, then I remembered about Ichigo's wedding reception.

I stood up, but before I can even manage to straighten my legs, I fell back down as vertigo hits my head.

"Woah, woah, easy there lover boy."

I immediately grabbed my hair, pulling slightly to lessen the swirling feeling inside my head. I forced myself to breath.

"What happened Kisuke? I haven't even had my picture taken! Why am I back here now?"

I slowly sat down, with a loud groan, pain is getting stronger. It feels like my head is being forced open.

"Oh, yeah, it was most likely that your picture will not be taken during that time, so I pulled you back."

I forced my head to turn and look at him. He was sitting on a chair not too far away from me with a huge grin.

That's when I noticed the surrounding.

The huge hall is empty.

And the chair that he was sitting on right now is the only thing that's inside the auditorium.

No decoration, no people, no Ichigo.

What the fuck happened here?!

"History is being rewritten now Grimmjow."

I returned my gaze towards him, as another huge pain sliced my head once more. I fell down, head first on the floor with a soft thud.

"The thing that you did there, the last time that came back changed everything."

Then I stiffened as something really strong hit my head. I gasped as the pain was multiplied a hundred times, both of my hands grasping my hair like my head will now fall off anytime.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
My eyes grew wide as images started to flood my head.

Images that I am not familiar of.

And it fucking hurts.

Like your brain was being fried, and chopped at the same time.

It burns. It fucking hurts.

"Just hang on tight. It'll be over in a few minutes."

I heard him stood up and walked away from me.

I wanna stop him, ask him to make this fucking pain go away.

But I can't speak.

And I can't move.

I'm just a pile of groaning and writhing flesh on this carpeted floor of the auditorium.

The only consolation that I am gaining right now, is that the images that are now flooding my head, are all about Ichigo.

His angry face, blushing cheeks, smiling eyes, all kinds of his expressions are now dancing around my head.

"I love you Grimmjow. I will always will."

I shouted a groan as the pain continued to flood my whole existence.

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つづく

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So?

The next chapter will be about Ichigo.

Again, thank you very much for reading.

Xiao!