To Be or Not To Be
Author: GrimmjowIchigoforever a.k.a. BabyRain
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo (seme/uke)
Rating: M (Mature Content)
Warning: Contains Male/Male sexual relationship, don't like don't read don't flame
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kubo Tite is the owner
Chapter Five
They Said It
Ichigo woke up with a start, as the memories flooding back to his mind he rose up quickly, trying to ignore the pain in his head, and mostly in his heart.
The others had already left him, disgusted, no doubt, Ichigo thought bitterly. He was there with his dying lover, who laid there unconscious, waiting for death.
He stumbled his way towards his lover, kneeling down to burry his head around Grimmjow's neck, inhaling the scent he loved so much.
He let out a sniffle as a single tear drop rolled down his cheek. Not caring about his surroundings, he started to sob, hands gripping the teal hair as his sobs turned into a loud wail.
"Shit Grimmjow, how could you d-do this to me? It's n-not fair…I love you! Shit!"
With that Ichigo continued crying, his hands shaking from the grief as he kept on and on about how it had been for them, what he wanted to do or apologies that he let it happened.
"I'm so sorry… If only I came earlier, if only I was here-"
"Shut up Ichi, you said that already."
Ichigo snapped his eyes open as he yelped and fell back on his ass, bewildered.
He gaped as the figure he thought almost gone sat up and looked at him with a slight annoyance, clearly irritated.
"Those stupid shinigamis, what the hell were they thinking?" He muttered softly.
Ichigo opened his mouth, closed it again, then opened it again, the shock was too much and he was still sobbing lightly.
Grimmjow noticed this and drew Ichigo close to his arms, pulling him to a protective hug.
"I'm fine okay." He stated coolly, rubbing on Ichigo's back, calming the whimpering shinigami. Ichigo closed his eyes, feeling the warmth again as he stuttered, trying to forms words in his tired mind.
"H-how…how come?"
Grimmjow snorted. "Oi, shinigamis, you happy now?"
As if on cue, the cursed group appeared out of nowhere, walking towards the two figures. Ichigo's eyes went wide as he sat on Grimmjow's lap, watching his friends strolled towards them.
Renji was smirking, Ikkaku and Yumichika walked side by side with arms on each other's waist, grinning. Hitsugaya walked calmly, though the guilt was clear on his complexion. Rangiku just waved cheerfully, followed by a sneering Ishida, and an unusually amused looking Chad. Orihime and Rukia looked at each other, slightly feeling guilty but smiling nonetheless.
Flashback
"I love him."
*CLANK*
Renji dropped his sword beside Grimmjow, mouth wide open.
Rangiku smiled knowingly, Orihime blushed and looked at Rukia, who grinned strangely at Grimmjow, who could not look more uncomfortable.
Yumichika laughed while Ikkaku grinned widely, mimicking Rukia. Ishida flashed one of his I-knew-it-and-I'm-annoying-you look while Chad lifted his eyebrow, which was a weird sight.
Hitsugaya blushed hard, and looked as uncomfortable as Grimmjow.
"Y-you, you do?" Renji stood agape, unable to hide the puzzled look on his face.
"Shut up and release me already you bastard." Grimmjow spat, glaring daggers at the unfazed group.
"I have an idea." Rangiku smirked.
"I hope it's not another unintelligent one, Matsumoto." Hitsugaya glared at her accusingly.
"Oh, come on Hitsugaya-taichou, we all think that it is not fair for Ichigo to hide this relationship from us. Even though his uh…lover turned out to be an enemy surely we wouldn't tell anyone would we?"
Murmurs of agreement swept through the group, Grimmjow rolled his eyes, fucking bored.
"And what exactly is your point?" The captain inquired.
"I'm trying to say that we should, play with Ichigo's mind a bit. You know, like, pretend that Grimmjow's dead or something." Rangiku finished with a triumphant look on her face.
Hitsugaya looked skeptical."And how do we do that if I may ask?"
"Well for a start you can lower his body temperature by your power, taichou. And then we need to find fake blood, hmmm…"
"Uh, I--I have ketchup…" The group turned to look at a blushing Orihime, obviously from the sudden attention. She held out a bag full of ketchup, which looked almost enough to fill a bucket.
"Uh, okay…" Renji looked at her strangely, while the rest seemed to recover from their sense of weirdness.
"And what makes you think that I'm willing to cooperate?" Grimmjow was getting more and more irritated. The ice seal on his arms and legs seemed to grow colder. Hitsugaya was secretly a little sneaky after all.
"Well, I didn't think you would want to, so I thought of a perfect idea. Ikkaku, come here!" Rangiku signed for Ikkaku as the group approached the Espada.
The said Espada hissed.
"Okay, now knock him out."
"Huh? Shit wait-!"
Ikkaku grinned as he knocked Grimmjow unconscious on the head, making sure he didn't hit too hard, but hard enough.
"Perfect." Rangiku squealed. "Now we just have to put this ketchup on his chest and Renji's sword.."
"Now wait a minute, why my sword?" Renji protested.
"Well you were the one who were going to kill him!" The vice-captain retorted.
"Besides, it suited your personality." Ishida added cockily.
"Shut up Quincy, I wasn't gonna kill him just a little threatening really, but whatever." Renji sighed.
"Okay people, let's get to work." Rangiku began ordering people cheerfully.
End Flashback
"You, you…" Ichigo gaped at the grinning Rangiku when she finished the story.
"We, we're sorry Ichigo, w-we didn't mean it-"
"Yes we do, you had the ketchup remember?" Rangiku threw a look at the now squeaking Orihime, who kept her face on the ground. Rukia threw her it's-okay-look and Orihime smiled shyly at her.
Ichigo then noticed a sweet scent that he miraculously did not notice before; he let out a low growl as he looked down at his clothes, which were now also covered with the sticky red substance.
"Now don't be mad Ichigo, we just wanted to tell you that we're fine with you dating an enemy if he's not going to harm you, we just hoped you would have told us." Renji looked at Ichigo sincerely.
"Yeah, especially when he loved you…" Yumichika cooed, smirking at the poor berry.
Ichigo's anger which almost subsided welled up again; his face went red, both from the embarrassment and fury as he stood up.
"You guys…"
The group started backing away as he stomped towards them; a death glare shadowed his complexion.
"Uh, I-I think I heard Byakuya called me, oh there it is again! S-see ya around Ichigo! "With that Renji bolted out for his life, not bothering to look back.
"Well, we need to uh…take care of something as well, bye…" Ikkaku and Yumichika ran from the crime scene, determined to never get involved in some kind of situation ever again, well kind of.
With that everyone made an excuse and ran for their life. Including Hitsugaya, who murmured something that sounded like 'Hyorinmaru' before he shunpoed away, trailed closely by the still grinning Rangiku.
Orihime said that she and Rukia wanted to 'cook' something while Ishida and Chad just ran without permission.
Ichigo hmmph-ed, annoyed as he turned to direct his anger at the only person there. Grimmjow gulped.
"You!" Ichigo began. "You were awake weren't you? You heard everything I said!" He approached Grimmjow slowly, glaring daggers at the trapped Espada.
"Uh, yeah…I-"
"Don't 'I' me! I was worried you idiot! How could you-"
Ichigo turned against Grimmjow, staying quiet for a while. When no sound was heard Grimmjow made a move to approach him.
"Ichi—I-I'm sorry."
The teal-haired Arrancar embraced his koi from behind. Ichigo closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, feeling really tired all of a sudden.
This didn't go unnoticed. Grimmjow held his berry tighter as he whispered close in Ichigo's ear, earning a pleased shiver.
"I'll make it up to you when we get back."
And with that he carried Ichigo in his arms, smiling at the shinigami who was already on the verge of consciousness, wrapping his arms tightly on his lover's body.
"I'll make it up to you."
AN: I'm so so so sorry people I actually already got this idea in my head and I just can't help it…
So I'm gonna change the genre to humor, though the first parts could not be humor after all...Oh well, I can't stand angst anyway, nooooo there's too much of that in real lives
Or maybe you would want me to just go on with the story; I will go by majority, so review to tell me your thoughts. Should I go lemon next chappie?