Trashed and Scattered – Avenged Sevenfold
Ichigo lay, bruised and battered, covered in somewhat viscous fluids, on his bedroom floor, wondering why he put himself through it. He'd been abandoned, again. Grimmjow never stayed the night, Ichigo was used, abused and left bleeding on his own floor. Why did he keep putting himself through this? Why couldn't he just have the balls to say no? Or at least ask him to stay, just once. As tears fell unbidden from his eyes, he wondered just what it was about Grimmjow that made him like this. He broke him apart and left him to put the pieces back together. And what he wondered most of all was why he had to go and choose Grimmjow to fall in love with. Of all the self-absorbed bastards, he had to choose the most inconsiderate ass hole of them all. That was when he saw a black hole appear next to him and the Sexta Espada jumping out.
"Forgot my jacket."
"Stay. Please." As the blue-haired Arrancar turned to the boy, he sighed, seeing the tear trails running down his cheeks, realising that it was his own fault for getting so involved with the kid in the first place.
"Okay".
Explanation: "And my body's trashed and low, but to you I'll never show myself or what's inside" This is when they got serious. Like serious for realzz. And Ichigo's a doormat...-shrug-