I hope people don't find the German bits annoying and I wanted to know if you all want me to highlight it in bold so that you can find them more easily when you're checking the translation. Thank you to all who have favourite-ed, reviewed and story alerted this story! I'm writing this purely because I want to write something to vent out in. Basically I don't care if things don't gel in here or not. It's more like a vent out of emotions. Has anyone ever felt that?
Oh yeah! And If forgot to add warnings in the first chapter! Hey, there's a reason I rated this as M
Warnings: abuse, psychological mind fuckery, swear words
And that's about it. Other than that enjoy the story ^^
Grimmjow jerked back as a blonde man roughly shoved into his shoulder on the way out of the building, muttering nonsensical words. Grimmjow glared at his retreating figure.
'Oi! Pass auf, wo du langgehst, du Arschloch!' he shouted at the man. The blonde didn't even acknowledge and continued to walk.
'Leave him be, Grimmjow,' Aizen sighed as the elevator arrived for them. 'He probably has something on his mind.'
'Like what?' the boy said heatedly as he trudged after his father in the dinghy little compartment. It jerked, causing both of them to tilt forward, as it began its steady path up to the fifth floor.
'It is not our business,' Aizen answered with a shrug. The elevator pinged as they reached their floor. 'What goes on in a person's home should stay in their home. Otherwise they would be doing it on the streets if they wanted people to know.'
Grimmjow opened his mouth to argue but then closed it. He didn't like idiots and assholes who thought that just because they were troubled they could get away with doing stupid things. Everyone had problems. If you were man enough, you'd control your goddamn temper and not show it. That's what's called being strong. And brave.
Grimmjow glanced at his father who pulled out a tiny silver key from his pocket to unlock the door just a few doors from the elevator.
He always thought his father was the bravest man ever. He was always fighting to keep their family afloat. He would work hard and earn money so that his family could have all the luxuries they could ever want. He even went out to buy that cool new purple bike his older brother, Stark, had always wanted even though it was expensive and just a branded item. He loved them. He did things because he loved them.
Why did his mother have to be so stupid? Why did she have to fight with him all the time about everything? Why couldn't she just accept him for what he was? It wasn't his fault he came home late, all tired and stuff.
That was why they had left. That was why they were here now, standing in a cramped building and planning a new life. It had gotten pretty bad that one night. How long ago was it? A week? Yes, it was a week. They were playing 'Barney and Friends' that Sunday night and his little sister, Nel, wouldn't let Stark change the channel because she was watching. Stark didn't mind. He was trying to block out their fighting even if it meant turning up the volume on Barney.
Grimmjow had heard it blaring all the way from the room he was in. His mother had locked him in his room before she went to fight with his father. She'd been crying. He remembered seeing her eye liner all smeared as she locked him in. She wouldn't look at him either. But he was too pissed to care if she was. Why the hell was she locking him up in his room? What was she afraid of? That his father might take him away from her? Good, she deserved it. She was always bossing him around while father was always kind to him. He'd rather live with his father than her.
Although Barney was loudly trilling, 'Ich mag dich, du magst mich' away, he could still hear bits of what his parents were arguing about. Apparently it was about him. She was screaming her lungs off and crying like crazy. He sounded tired and begging her to stop. She wouldn't. It only made her angrier and scream even more. It was sickening to hear.
'Wie konntest du?' she had screamed. 'Unser eigener Sohn! Wie konntest du?'
Everything just blurred away because he was soon asleep. Though it was more like a nap because that same night, his father had woken him up, bags ready, and was whispering about a trip. An adventure actually. He'd asked Grimmjow if he wanted to go to a far away land and away from here. Grimmjow, though drowsy, had immediately woken up and nodded, his eyes shining.
Once his father had left the room, Grimmjow had packed his belongings and then, as if on second thought, tiptoed to Stark's room and gently shook him awake. He had then asked him if he wanted to come along.
'Ein Abenteuer,' Grimmjow had whispered excitedly. 'Mit Vater.'
At those words, Stark's face had darkened and he had turned his back to Grimmjow, muttering that he'd rather die than go with him. Stark was the most sensible person when it came to making judgements. To say that about his own father, it confused Grimmjow. What had their father done to make Stark so spiteful towards him?
Stunned, Grimmjow didn't push his brother any further and left the house with his father that night. And now, here they were, in Japan, a new place, a new adventure, a new life.
'Grimmjow?' Aizen asked again. 'Did you hear me?'
'Huh?'
'I said, this will be your key. For when you come back from school and I'm not home.'
Grimmjow gave Aizen an astonished look as the man dropped an identical silver key in the palm of his hand.
'I have a school?' he asked in surprise.
'Yes,' Aizen chuckled. 'I enrolled you while you were sleeping in the taxi on the way here. You start next week. I hope you don't mind.'
Grimmjow shook his head, his head spinning giddily. He had a school to go to. His heart skipped a beat. But that would mean new people, new way of learning, new environment. It was rather scary once you thought about it.
'Scheiße!' Aizen swore as he came out of the kitchen. The apartment was rather empty save for a moth-eaten couch in the living room. They were going to have to go furniture shopping soon.
'What is it, Vater?' Grimmjow queried.
'There's no water, I'm afraid,' Aizen sighed. 'Do you think you can ask our neighbors for help? They might lend us some at least to wash up before we head out for dinner.'
Grimmjow nodded. It was the least he could do. He was sort of dreading talking to people here so soon but they needed something real bad and he didn't want to seem useless to his father. Wonder what kind of people lived around here anyways?
Maybe like that boy he had seen peering out the window. He looked interesting.
But if they met...would Grimmjow really have the guts to talk to him?
'Ouch!' Masaki hissed as Ichigo wrapped a gauze bandage around the wound on her forehead.
'Did I hurt you?' Ichigo asked, startled. Masaki smiled kindly and touched her son's face lovingly.
'Not at all, darling,' she cooed. 'You're a wonderful little doctor. I don't ever feel the need to go a real one thanks to you and your skills. I hope other will be able to see how a great a doctor you are!'
'Okasan, I'm still 16. I still have plenty of time before I study medicine,' Ichigo muttered while blushing as he continued to cover the bleeding wound. It made his stomach turn to see his mother injured like this.
The side of her mouth was trailing a stream of blood, one cheek was poppy-shaded while her left hand kept twitching every time he accidently touched it. She was pretty banged up today. He felt a molten ball of anger simper in the center of his chest.
'Bastard,' he hissed under his breath. Masaki sighed.
'Please, Ichigo, language,' she whispered.
'I don't care. He deserves to be called that,' Ichigo said angrily as he finished with the forehead and started to apply soothing cream on his mother's blackened eye. She winced as he did.
'I know he can be…abusive,' she struggled to say. 'But listen, Ichigo, we need him. He provides for us. He-!'
'We don't need him,' Ichigo said viciously. 'At least, Karin, Yuzu and I don't. You do for some reason! Why? Why do you need him so badly? He does nothing but hurt you every way he can! Fucking blonde jackass…'
'Ichigo, he's your otosan…'
'He's no otosan of mine if he continues to treat you like this! I swear, one day, I am going to-!'
Tap tap
Someone was knocking on the front door. It distracted Ichigo for a second and he paused in rubbing the cream in, contemplating on whether he should answer that or not. His mother saw him hesitate. She smiled and gently took the cream from his hand.
'Go answer that. I can take care of myself,' she uttered and began to take over from where he left off. He eyed her warily before making his way towards the entrance. Wonder who it was.
His heart almost leaped out of his throat when he saw who. It was the foreign boy from outside!
They boy was just as surprised to see Ichigo. He probably recognized him as the boy who was spying him when he arrived. Ichigo forced down a blush. Now was not a good time to look like a girl.
'Hello,' Ichigo answered in English (after all, the boy couldn't know Japanese) once he realized that the silent spell had stretched a bit too long. 'Can I help you?'
The boy quickly looked down at the floor, as if struggling to say something. Then, it hit Ichigo.
'Do you speak English?' he asked helpfully.
The boy looked up and Ichigo almost stopped breathing. There were those beautiful blues again. They were so big and innocent yet mysterious as well. Like they held a secret literally taunting Ichigo. He felt like reaching out, literally reaching out, to ask the boy what it was. What was this secret he was hiding?
'Wasser,' the boy whispered in a thick German accent. The voice stunned Ichigo. It was deep for the young boy. But it vibrated with culture and smoothness that literally caused goosebumps up Ichigo's spine. He liked it. It was addicting.
'Sorry?' Ichigo said dumbly, not realizing that he was staring rather too intently at the boy, making him uncomfortable now.
'Wasser,' the boy murmured in an even lower tone and made a hand motion of gulping something down while positioning his hand over his mouth like he was pouring something into his mouth. Ichigo's eyes widened in realization.
'Water!' he said in understanding and before the boy could answer, Ichigo was rushing back into the house, past his astonished mother, into the kitchen to pull out a jug from a cupboard and began filling it from the tap. Once it was full, he was rushing back, past his still surprised mother and to the door where the boy was standing stunned.
'Here,' he said breathlessly, handing him the full jug. 'I tried to get as much as possible and if you want more you just need to ask. Okay?'
The boy looked at the jug and then at Ichigo in wonder. It looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how. Ichigo actually felt himself lean forward. Like he wanted the boy to say something. Anything. He just wanted to hear that beautiful voice again.
'Grimmjow!' a man said from next door. The spectacled man stepped next to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. Ichigo instinctively retracted. He remembered the feeling he got when he had looked at the man. Being even closer just heightened that feeling. There was something off about him.
'You made a friend!' he said warmly to Ichigo in perfect English. Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
'You…speak English?' he asked uncertainly. The man chuckled. If Ichigo was a cat, he knew his hair would have stood on end all over his body.
'Fluently,' the man finally answered and ruffled the boy, Grimmjow's, head affectionately. 'But you might have trouble getting a few words out of my son here! He doesn't like to talk much! But I hope you can help him about and be his friend! We just arrived and he needs people his age to hang out with. I'm guessing you're 16, right?'
'Right,' Ichigo murmured and lowered his gaze to Grimmjow. He was shocked to see the boy smiling at the man with such adoration. Wow, he must really love his father.
'We'll see you around then, neighbor,' the man said jovially and wrapped an arm around Grimmjow to drag him back to their apartment. 'Sag auf wiedersehen, Grimmjow!'
'Lebewohl,' Grimmjow muttered quickly, not even looking at Ichigo or wondering if he even understood. For some reason, that caused his heart to twinge sadly. He wanted to see those eyes again.
As the two German's left him alone with the empty hall, he sighed and closed his own door. Time to go back to his own troubles.
TRANSLATIONS:
-Pass auf, wo du langgehst, du Arschloch: watch where you're going, asshole
-Ich mag dich, du magst mich I love you, you love me
- Unser eigener Sohn!: our own son!
-Wie konntest du?: How could you?
- Ein Abenteuer: an adventure
-Mit Vater: with father
- Scheiße: shit
-Wasser: water
- Sag auf wiedersehen: say goodbye
-Lebewohl: goodbye