A/N: Yeah this is about the part where people started to bitch, haha. -TPP
-Damn That Demon-
Chapter 4: Bow To Me
"Ya ready, Ichi?" Grimm teased, his arms folded over his chest nonchalantly.
That's easy for you, Captain Casanova, Ichigo thought. Jesus, if Grimmjow was any more damn sexy…
"Why ya starin' at me like that?" Grimmjow asked, looking genuinely curious. Ichigo studied his new school outfit, considering it was Monday morning and it was time to unleash his true self on the high school world. He knew everybody's jaws would be on the floor, not to mention a bunch of people would be throwing themselves at the blue-haired delinquent now that they had seen his true self at the auction. But right now, dammit, Ichigo was ready to flop on the ground like a fish, lift his legs and scream 'take me!'
Grimmjow's hands were in the pockets of his white jeans now, jeans that fit him like the all-American dream with a black fitted t-shirt that sported a green lollipop with the white words 'Suck Me' underneath. The shirt was short-sleeved, revealing most of his tattoos that ended at his elbows. Ichigo had never known Grimmjow had completed half-sleeves. A leather cuff and a silver thumb ring was all he sported for jewelry, unless you counted that devilish tongue ring he couldn't see right now. High-topped orange Converse looked well worn and comfy, and his blue hair was tossled into a dangerous, orgasmic heap.
"If we could bottle your sex appeal," Ichigo said aloud, "We'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."
Grimmjow's shit-eating grin made Ichigo blush furiously. Damn, did I just say that out loud?
Grimmjow leaned into Ichigo, his breath tickling Ichigo's ear. If Gin, Starrk, Ulquiorra, and Nnoitra hadn't been standing so near, Ichigo was certain Grimmjow would have kissed him. Then again, Grimmjow seemed to be addicted to teasing Ichigo, so maybe not, "Save that kinda talk for the bedroom, Ichi."
Damn, Ichigo was beginning to regret wearing washed-out skinny jeans to school this morning. He didn't want to ruin the big day with a boner.
The Big 6 had actually met up at his house the day before, helping him pick out an appropriate outfit, although Grimmjow had been vehement about him wearing whatever the hell he wanted. (Which was one reason everybody looked like a super model off the runway compared to Grimmjow's funny-as-hell t-shirt and punk appearance.) It didn't matter, though: Grimmjow looked like pure sex no matter what he wore, so Ichigo had to compensate by wearing something Ulquiorra and Gin had had fun picking out for him. The jeans were washed out and flattering to his fit legs, torn in several places, his wallet chain hanging out like the rest of them. His black v-neck was topped with a loose-fitted, sleeveless grey vest, and of course his hair had been played with by (surprisingly) Starrk, who had a hidden passion for hairstyling. Looking at him, Ichigo never would have guessed that about the sleepy delinquent, but then again, he did have a head of amazing dark brown hair that glistened in the light like a fucking halo.
Ichigo's hair had been growing out this year, so it was a bit longer for Starrk to mess with. It was gelled in several directions, "sexily messy" as Starrk had put it. Ichigo didn't know exactly how to feel about it, but everybody had nodded in approval and when he saw himself in the mirror, he felt comfortable and like he had just made a transformation from a slug into a butterfly. A pair of white and grey Vans polished the look off, giving Ichigo a boost of confidence. After all, a man was nothing without comfy and fashionable shoes.
"Let's do this," Grimmjow announced finally, unleashing a toothy grin as they rounded the corner. They had all decided to meet up in the usual place, behind the concrete wall that separated the court yard from the front lawn so that the other students wouldn't jump them upon sight and they would be able to enter the school together, in synch, as usual.
This was the moment…everything was about to change…
"They're here!" a girl shrieked, and the hallway was thrown into uproar as usual. Kids crowded against the lockers, but instead of Ichigo being among them and being slammed into a locker, he was walking down the hallway, his hands in his pockets, his eyes ahead, fierce, like he imagined the others were. This was a moment to be owned! He wanted to laugh at some of the student's faces, especially Tatsuki's. Kids were whispering furiously, pointing, staring, some even bouncing in place as two names were whispered over and over again: Grimmjow, Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki?! Grimmjow Jaegerjaques?! Holy shit!
About halfway down the hallway, Ichigo spotted Tatsuki, who looked like she had just been punched in the ovaries. Ichigo stopped walking, which made the others pause in stride, all of them staring at Ichigo, then their eyes settling on the cluster of kids where Ichigo's stare was directed at.
Ichigo quirked an eyebrow, watching Tatsuki's face light up in a blush of absolute embarrassment at the current predicament. Kids would be talking about this for the rest of the year, and Tatsuki was surely pissing her pants with embarrassment at this very moment.
Instead of speaking, Ichigo lifted a hand and blew a kiss to her. The girls around Tatsuki apparently thought the kiss was meant for them, and fawned and giggled, one of them even acting like she had caught it in her hands and was clutching it to her heart. Oh, how quickly stupid girls lost their minds to a bishie. Did none of them remember he was gay?
But back to Tatsuki. If looks could kill, Ichigo would have been smashed with a hammer, cut into tiny pieces, and dumped in a bathtub of lye. Luppi and Orihime giggled almost ferociously, and Ichigo knew it was a job well done. Grimmjow grinned, chuckling as he started up the walk again, the Big 6 moving as one entity down the rest of the hallway.
Yes. Operation Stick 'Em In the Ass had been a complete success.
Ichigo couldn't believe how many people were trying to talk to him now. He was no longer the fighting gay outcast. Oh no, now he was associated with a higher power, and students, male and female, flocked to him the rest of the day, asking him how he had done it, how he had become a part of the Big 6 where all others had failed.
"That's the thing," Ichigo told a bunch of kids who had crowded around his desk, annoying the hell out of him. He smiled as he said it though, knowing the rest of the Big 6 was getting just as much of a kick out of the student's reactions as he was, "I didn't try. I think I'm the only student in this entire high school who didn't want to be in it."
A few had looked at him like he was Gandhi, revealing great hidden truths of the universe while others scoffed and wrote it off as luck. Others were much more vicious, saying he had sucked cock to get into the group, or that one of the members was fucking him.
"Nah," Ichigo had said, turning on some girls who had been whispering quite loudly about it, "Well, not yet, anyway."
Their crimson faces were enough to send Ichigo into internal endless peals of laughter. Oh, he'd definitely be laughing later in his room when he had some privacy.
Ichigo's shit-eating grin never left his face for the rest of the day, especially at lunch when the Big 6 had settled down comfortably, except for Grimmjow who was currently trying to make his way to the table with a full lunch tray. About thirteen different girls were asking him questions, trying to grab his arms, running fingers along his tattoos and trying to touch his hair and ask him where his glasses were.
Ichigo should have been pissed, no, livid, but all he could do was smile like an idiot and laugh as Starrk chuckled and Nnoitra sneered. Gin was Gin, and Ulquiorra was quietly eating a salad, lost in his own little world.
"Get the fuck off me!" Grimmjow growled, elbowing one girl out of the way as he balanced his tray with one hand, "Go hunt some other bastard, you bunch of hyenas!"
A few looked absolutely shocked while the others looked pissed. One girl stepped forward, her big doe eyes beseeching Grimmjow, "Oh, please don't talk to us like that, Grimmjow-kun. You know you are very popular and very much liked."
"Really?" Grimmjow said sexily, leaning down to be almost in the much shorter girl's face.
"Yes!" the girl squealed along with the other girls, "I've had a crush on you for quite some time, and I haven't had the nerve to say anything until today."
"That's so sweet," Grimmjow said, offering her an absolutely charming grin that actually made one of the girls fall over unconscious, "but'cha know what?"
"What?" she breathed, looking like she was about to have an orgasm.
"You're all a bunch of fucking liars," Grimmjow said sexily, tapping her forehead with a finger and pushing her back with it, "every single one of you stuck-up bitches made fun of me or ignored me just last week. You're all scum-sucking road whores and gold diggers. Fuck off."
"But you changed!" another girl squealed, looking overly excited, "You look so much better now!"
"Are ya not gettin' the picture?" Grimmjow snarled, "I'm the fuckin' Sexta, leader of the Big 6. I've always been and probably always will be, but none of you saw it, because you're all egotistical, self-righteous meglomaniacs."
All the girls were quiet, obviously not understanding Grimmjow's big words. Ichigo had actually almost forgotten how fucking smart Grimmjow was.
Grimmjow sighed dramatically, "You're all self-centered bitches who don't give a fuck about anybody else."
Grimmjow leaned over towards the girl that he'd been addressing practically the whole time, sliding her hair over her shoulder and making her almost hyperventilate. He leaned over, as if he was going to whisper in her ear; Ichigo watched the girl's knees buckling, actually feeling sorry for her because he'd been in a similar situation.
"And ya know what else?" Grimmjow husked, the girl seriously fighting for air at this moment while the others looked jealous or furious, "I don't. Like. Pussy."
Practically everybody in the lunchroom stopped talking and craned their neck. Chopsticks were dropped and even a tray as a kid had tripped at the information. Nnoitra and Starrk were cackling like hyenas while Ulquiorra fought a smile (did that bastard ever smile?) and Gin's smile took on a whole other side of creepy, his eyes completely gone, his pearly teeth taking up nearly his entire face, "Ne, tell 'em, Grimm."
Ichigo's neck almost got whiplash at Gin's comment. Gin simply shrugged, then opened one icy blue eye at Ichigo and said, "Wha? Ya think Grimm and ya are the only ones playin' on the other side 'a the fence?"
Starrk and Nnoitra were doubled over at this point, completely losing it as Ulquiorra finally let out a sort of laugh-squeal. It had only been for a split second, but Ichigo busted out laughing next, unable to control himself anymore. He was practically crying as Grimmjow finally sat down with his tray, holding up a middle finger back towards the rest of the lunch room, and his voice boomed:
"All of you failed the fuckin' test! I'm Grimmjow fuckin' Jaegerjaques, Sexta of the Big 6. Bow to your fucking king!"