So, here it is, my very first ever complete piece.

Haha, took me so long. *sighs*

And, the usual, this is not edited because I just wanna post it right away. I hope you don't mind. ^_^

"There are no coincidences in life. What person that wandered in and out of your life was there for some purpose, even if they caused you harm. Sometimes, it doesn't make sense the short periods of time we get with people, or the outcomes from their choices. However, if you turn it over, I think that you will see the bigger picture in the hereafter. Nothing is too small to be a mistake."

― Shannon L. Alder

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I can't help but frown as I felt him settle his chin on my head like I'm some kind of a fucking table.

But of course, no matter what I do, or what he does, we both know that I can't make myself angry towards him. So I just sighed as I hear him chuckle.

I am now sitting on my stool, and facing a blank canvas, thinking. I need to paint something for my boss's living room but I've been having this big-ass artist's block for weeks, and I can't think properly. And he, is not helping.

"Are you thinking that your painting skills are now gone for good?"

My frown deepened.

"Don't say shits on me asshole. That will never happen…"

Then I shook my head to free myself from his weight.

"… and get-fucking-off me. You're ruining my mood."

He stood up laughing, but instead of fucking off, he hugged me from behind, and kissed the side of my neck before he settled his chin once more on my shoulder this time, my height making it easier for him to bend and do that. Good thing that I'm taller than him.

"You're so grumpy."

He said, and that made me sigh once more.

He really knows me now.

I don't even have to worry about anything that I would say. He totally understand that that's how I talk. And it doesn't mean that I don't love him anymore.

"I fucking need to do this for Aizen, or else, he's going to kick my ass again."

I reached for his hair and petted him. He likes it whenever I do that.

"I think the reason why you can't paint right now is because you're too stressed. You need to relax your head."

I turned and faced him, frowning again.

"And who do you think is the reason for that you dick?"

And he just smiled. Damn, I really love that smile. It's like a magical tool that never fails to blows my nightmares away.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't know that that medical mission would take me a month. But hey, I'm back now. So forgive me, huh? Grimmy?"

I turned to face my canvas again and started to tidy up my paint brushes, feeling so annoyed because he doesn't really seem to be sorry.

"I do am sorry Grimm. Com'on..."

He added with his whinny voice to further the damage, because he knows that I can't say no whenever he does that.

Wait, did he just read my mind?

He hugged me from the back again, inhaling my scent.

"God... I missed you so much Grimm…"

I sighed again and stopped whatever I am doing.

"Com'on, stop sulking will yah?"

"I. Don't. Fucking. Sulk."

He laughed again, forcing me to face him.

"Yes you are!"

He reached for my face, trying to transform my frown into a smile, and then he laughed because smiling is not really my thing.

I don't even fucking smile. I grin, yes, but fucking smile? To hell with that.

Then he gave me a very chaste kiss on the lips and dropped his bomb on me.

"I love you so much Mr. Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez."

I closed my eyes and sighed in defeat.

"Can't I be angry for at least a day because you left me here to starve for a month?"

He laughed once more, still not letting go of my face.

"I'm serious. I got nothing else to eat aside from those fucking cup noodles because I'm too damn lazy to go out."

He grinned.

"You can always ask for deliveries."

My frown deepened.

"Are you fucking serious about that?"

And he laughed once more.

To tell you the truth, I don't even know why he suggested that. Delivery means I have to give my address and name, which means risking my identity. And I can't afford to have a paparazzi guarding my gates 24 hours a day.

Damn, perks of being a famous model.

I just sighed.

"So you are sulking."

"Yeah, whatever."

I took one of his hand and pulled him towards the other room where our bed is located to sit down, and let him straddle me by sitting on my lap, facing me. We looked at each other for a few seconds.

Then I hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry Grimm. I'll cook your favorite tonight, and then we'll drink until morning so please forgive me, huh?"

"Don't you have shift tomorrow?"

I felt him shrugged. "Nah. I got a one week off."

"Is that fucking true?"

I didn't mean to sound so enthusiastic about that. Well, I guess it's too late because he caught that and chuckled.

"Yeah, they got a new doctor, so he will be the one handling my affairs for a week. And besides, I think I deserve this vacation since I've been working my ass off for them these years."

I sighed and let myself fall back on the bed, earning myself a squeal from him.

He settled himself once more so that our faces are in line with each other. Then we looked at each other's face.

God knows how much I missed those chocolate-brown orbs, those cheeks, those bright-orange hair and pouty lips. So I just grabbed his hair and pushed his face down towards mine, and we kissed.

I heard him moaned as he opened his lips for me. Our tongues played with each other as my other hand traveled down his back.

He moaned once more as I felt his cock hardened, well, that made me moan myself. Because it only proves how much he missed me.

I let go of his hair to grab both of his ass. He arched his back, letting out a long sigh.

Now that lips are free, I bit his shoulder quite hard, making him moan more, before licking it.

I may not be able to say it to him, but I know that he knows how much I miss him too.

"Ahh, Grimm, fuck me… Fuck me hard Grimm…"

I grinned. "We'll get there Ichi…"

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OOOOXXXXOOOO

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I heard a long groan from the other room, indicating that Ichigo is now awake. I think I quite did him hard earlier so it's better if I won't show my face first thing. He might actually kill me.

Instead, I puffed a lungful of smoke from my cigarette before settling it down on the ashtray on my right and blowing the smoke with too much exertion.

I'm almost done.

I added a few more splash of orange and blue, frowned for a few minutes before reaching for my smoke again for another drag.

It took me a few more minutes before I told myself that I'm done with this one, and signing my initials on the bottom right of it.

And for the first time after sitting here in front of my canvas, I looked out of the window to see the now rising sun.
Fuck, I didn't notice that it took me so long.

I sighed before standing up and walking towards the window to watch the sun rise with a frown. After our 5th round, Ichigo said that he's done for, and that he needs to get some sleep first. I just laughed at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Co'z yer getting old. We used to have 10 rounds Ichi."

"Fuck you. You know that I haven't gotten any sleep from work. You're lucky I even manage to give you five. Bastard."

He answered with a yawn, he's eyes slowly closing. I just chuckled, brushing off the hair on his forehead to kiss him there.

"I love you Ichi."

He tried his best to open his eyes to look at me.

"I love you too Grimm."

I smiled and helped him close his eyes before covering his body with our quilt. Then after that, I can't seem to get some zzzs so I went to my canvas and started painting. And I haven't slept a wink since then.

On quiet mornings like this, I can't help but remember the past.

Yes. I can still remember it.

I remember that that Kuchiki guy almost stole my Ichigo.

I remember each and every moment that Kisuke allowed me to correct by letting me return on those times.

And I remember that Ichigo chose me, after all of it.

It kinda makes me proud.

But even though Ichigo is the reason why I did those things, and I kinda manipulated the time to get him, it's quite hard to understand why he can't remember anything about it.

It's as if nothing happened. Well, no one really noticed it, except Ulquioarra, and that's because I told him once about my "time-travels".

Other than that, everyone is acting like nothing-fucking-happened.

S'all good for me though.

"Hey, you're finished with it."

I turned to see Ichigo standing on the door with two cups of coffee. He walked towards me slowly, handing one to me before standing in front of my now finished work. A few beads of water forming around the tips of his hair indicating that he already took his shower.

"Yeah."

I answered before leaning my back on the wall beside the window to watch his reaction.

He just stood there, frowning as his eyes roamed the whole canvass, and after a few minutes, his eyes turned towards me.

"Are you sure that you are going to give this to Aizen?"

I just shrugged, sipping hot coffee from my cup.

His frowned deepened.

"You know that this kind of painting belongs only to our room, right?"

I just grinned.

"Maybe I wanted to make other people envy me. Maybe I wanted to tell the whole world how sexy you are."

I saw him pouted before his eyes returned to the painting once more.

"And that is by painting yourself, fucking me. Am I right?"

I settled my cup on a nearby table before walking towards him to hug him from behind.

"Correction; we don't fuck honey, we make love."

I heard him sighed and I can't help but chuckle because I can almost see him rolling his eyes.

He really is the best.

"Whatever. But you would have to make a new one for Aizen. Just make a simple abstract with several colors. This painting is mine."

He answered before freeing himself from me, and starting to walk towards the door. I grinned.

"But this one is going to be really fuckin' expensive Ichi, I poured my heart and soul into this one."

I watched him stop right beside the door frame, and turned to look at me with that deadly smile of him.

"I know. And I'll pay you with a whole-fucking week worth of fucking. I guess that that's good enough?"

My grin widened.

I didn't know what I did to earn this kind of a good life from the man-upstairs. I mean, I don't fucking go to church, or do all those good-will stuff but of course, I am thankful. After all of those chances that I just let slip away, I'm surprised that he gave me another chance to correct all of the wrongs that I've done.

And because of that, I will do my best to make Ichigo happy, for the rest of our lives.

"Aren't you coming?"

He must've said something that I didn't hear because he's now frowning, obviously waiting for me.

So I just shrugged once more, picking up my cup before following him downstairs with a huge smile plastered on my face.

"You look so damn scary whenever you're smiling."

"I know, that's why you love me."

"Whatever."

I chuckled.

Right. Whatever.

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~end~

Thank you very much for reading (even though my grammar is bad as fuck), and giving me words of wisdom to continue. You guys helped me and inspired me a lot.

Kudos to you all!

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~Zel