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"So we meet again." The blue haired man from earlier announces near my face. He puts both his arms on the counter top of the bar as he looks me over intently. I mentally roll my eyes at the man. I clear my throat and adjust my height so that I was leaning on one foot.
"I guess so. What brings you to my club? If I'm not mistaken, you said earlier that you had something to do. Was this it?" I ask.
Something about him is just…off. I try my hardest to show my disinterest in the mystery man, but I'm getting the vibe that he's not understanding. He simply smirks at me as if what I said were a joke, then leans even closer across the bar.
"Yeah, I did, but that's been over and done with. Now I got somethin' else I gotta do; get to know you better."
At that, I can't help but snort. He didn't seem to like that by the deep frown on his face.
"Did I say somethin' funny?" He asked angrily. I give him a cocky smile and lean toward his ear. I lick the outer shell before whispering in his ear just loud enough so he could hear over the loud music.
"If you think that you actually have a chance with me, you're dead wrong. The fact that you even came up to this bar with intentions on talking to me, was a big mistake on your end. Word to the wise, don't fuck with me." I growl out.
When I pulled away, I had the magnificent pleasure of seeing the man's face. It looked as though someone had lit a fire in his gaze and it was aimed straight at me. I smirk at him.
"What? Not what you were expecting?" I asked him as the music thumped loudly in my ears. I absent mindedly tapped my foot to the beat as several moments ticked away between me and this man. After a few more tense moments he smiles wickedly at me.
"No in fact, it wasn't. But you know what? I think I like that answer a lot more than what you would've given me." I frown. This man doesn't get it.
"Come dance with me." I hear him ask.
"No, I'm fine back here." I quickly tell him.
"I wasn't askin' you, I'm tellin' you…" He said roughly as he pulls me through the opening of the bar. I stumble as he drags me to the middle of the dance floor and holds onto my waist. He slowly grinds his hips into my backside and I turn around to swing at him, but I hit nothing. I turn back around to find him directly in my face. I try not to flinch as he grins at me once more.
"C'mon, dance, 'cos I ain't lettin' you leave until you put a little effort into it." He tells me. I growl under my breath.
"It's my club. If I wanna dance, I'll dance. But since I wasn't fucking dancing earlier, don't you think I was fine where the fuck I was?!" I yell at him. It was loud enough for him to hear, but with the music being so loud, he was the only person to actually hear me.
After I yelled at him, his whole demeanor changed. His body stiffened and his shoulders straightened. He then gripped my wrist with so much force, I thought they'd crack. But his eyes, his eyes were practically screaming at me. Whispering angry thoughts into my ears as he stared at me. He turned me around and placed his chest against my back before whispering a command so demanding, I had no choice but to follow it.
"Don't you ever yell at me again, you got that?" He asked to make sure I understood. I say nothing, but I nod. I hated being put into silence and normally I'd beat someone into a bloody pulp if they ever got mouthy with me. But he was different. A scary kind of different.
It was then that I had remembered that he was a convict; a prisoner. Well, former prisoner, but a prisoner all the same. And even though I knew I had done some shit in my life that would make my mother hate me, I'm sure in comparison I look like a saint.
"Hey, you listenin'?" I snap back into reality.
"What?" I growl at him.
"I said let's dance. We're the only people in the middle of the dance floor that's not dancin'``." I sigh, deciding it would be better to just play nice-nice with the guy and he'd let me go much sooner. I rock my hips a little trying to find the rhythm of the song, then the song changed.
"Looks like the songs over, can I go now?"
"The song's over because we stood here doin' nothin'. We can dance to the next song your DJ plays. And why are you in such a hurry to get away from me? You scared of me or somethin'?" he asked me seductively. I knew I was falling right into his trap, but I wasn't afraid of anything.
"I am not scared of you." I tell him as I grid into him as the song changes to Flux Pavilion's I Can't Stop. The beat started off slow and sultry. The bass boomed over the loud speakers and hummed in my chest as mystery man gripped my waist tighter. He moved with me as much as he could as I swayed my hips. The lights around us flickered and seemed to move with the beat of the song and I stopped to roll my hips as many times as the beat repeated, mystery man did the same. But when the beat dropped, I turned around and rolled my hips into mystery man's lower half to the chorus. I dance around him, making sure to put a little extra sway in them as he follows my lead. He dances with me in slow, provocative circles, as sweat clings to our bodies. His chest is on my back once again as he talks in my ear.
"Why won't you gimme the time of day? You're grindin' on me like you wanna fuck me, but earlier you said I didn't stand a chance. What's tha' deal?" He groaned out. I smirk and tip my head up and swing my hips twice.
"Because…"
"Cos' what?" He asked.
"'Cause I don't know your name…" I tell him as we continue to dance. He struggles to keep up with me as though what I told him through him off, then he recover quickly.
"It's Grimmjow…" The song slowly comes to an end and I turn around and place my hand on his chest and the other around his neck. I place our sweaty foreheads together and whisper against it.
"Grimmjow, huh?" I mutter under my breath. Once the music stopped I pull away from him and loud cheering is heard. I turn to see a crowd of people clapping and screaming for the seductive tango of dance moves Grimmjow and I performed.
"Heh, we move pretty good together…" Grimmjow mumbles in my ear. I push him away, making my way to my private office up stairs of the club.
"Hey, where you goin'?" I hear Grimmjow call out. I make it pass the velvet rope X was guarding and I hear X speaking to someone.
"Sorry buddy, you're not allowed pass this point unless you got a red stamp. You got one of those?" He asked Grimmjow.
"I just wanna ask the kid somethin' then I'll be on my way."
"Sorry, can't do that." X says again.
"It ain't gonna take that long…"
"What part of-" X begins to yell. I stop him before he could continue though. The last thing we needed was another fight.
"It's alright Jou. Lemme handle this." I tell him. He watches me skeptically, but eases off to the side. I strut up to the rope and stand in front of Grimmjow.
"What do you want?"
"That's a pretty vague question. I want to be rich, I want to be successful, I want to punch your doorman in the face…" He goes on.
"You know what I mean…"
"I'm just playin'. I want to see you sometime. You wanna chill with me?"
"Not really and you can see me around the apartment building. I told you earlier that you didn't have a chance with me. Now, if you'll excuse me…" I say, as I watch Grimmjow's face grow darker. X steps in front of the rope again, blocking Grimmjow from getting any closer. I hurriedly make my way into one of the VIP rooms, grab a bottle of Vodka then sit on the couch, preparing to drink my stress away while thoughts of the blue haired convict run wild in my mind.
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"Go…Chigo…ICHIGO!" I could vaguely hear
"Huh?!" I sit up suddenly. I slowly observe my surroundings only to realize I was in my old house.
"What the hell am I doing here?" I ask myself as I stand up and stretch.
"That's what I'd like to know as well." I groan at the voice I hear.
"Good morning father. I'm so thrilled to see you…"
"Don't you start with me. You come here drunk out of your mind at 4 in the morning and expect me to be okay with that!? Isane thought it was a burglar. You are so lucky the girls were still asleep with all the noise you were making last night." Isshin whispered in a hushed tone. I roll my eyes.
"My bad, I don't even remember getting here. As a matter of fact…" I say as I look out of the window. "I didn't even drive here." I grab my phone from my pocket and realize there's an unchecked message.
Yo, Ichi, you were beyond drunk last night. Wtf happened? When I found you, you were passed out on the table so I took you to your dad's place. I couldn't find the keys to your place. Call me when you wake up.
I yawn and scratch my head. "Well, I know how I got here…"
"It doesn't matter how you got here. The next time you do something as stupid as that-"
"I said I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?"
"I want you to at least look sorry." I snort a little.
"And I want you to divorce Isane." Isshin looks appalled by my suggestion.
"I-I can't even believe you would say something like that."
"Well you should. I've been telling you shit like that since you brought her home. I would've thought you understood that by now…"
"What do you want me to do Ichigo? Let's say I divorce her, then what!?"
"We can go back to normal. To how things used to be before you brought her home. That's what you want, right dad? You want me to start calling you dad again right? Or have you gotten used to Isshin?" I say as I head towards the bathroom.
"What about me? Don't I deserve a little happiness?!"
"You know, if you have to ask if you deserve happiness, I think you've found your answer…" I say as I shut the door on Isshin's sadden face.
After about a 15 minute shower I get out and return to my room. I wonder into my closet and find a loose pair of jogging pants and a tight V-neck. I quickly decide to leave my clothes from last night here, figuring I'd come back here eventually to pick them up. I then rub my forehead, the hangover starting to make itself present.
I walk out of my room and to the kitchen for some chocolate milk, the only thing that seemed to work after a night of drinking for some reason. I stop near the bottom of the stairs when I hear voices in the living room. I quickly register that it's Isane and Isshin.
"I don't know what to do any more. The boy hates me…"
"No, no, no honey. He does not hate you. He's just going through a phase of some sort. I know you don't think he'll ever come around but you've got to believe he will." Isane reassures my father.
"Isane, he basically told me I didn't deserve to be happy. The things he says about you are just…mind boggling. I wouldn't be surprised if you left me for that reason."
"Isshin Kurosaki! Pull yourself together. I'm sure Ichigo will come back around. And as far as Ichigo hating me, well there's not much I can do about that. I won't let it get to me. I'm a lot stronger than I look, you know…"
"I know. It's just hard for me. I've lost my only son and I don't know why…"
"Have you tried taking him to therapy? Making talking things out will set him straight. I'll tell you what, I'll set something up. A very good friend of mine is a therapist, I'll see if she has any openings."
I've heard enough
I walk down the stairs and glare at her and only her. Isshin was completely forgotten.
"Therapy huh? You wanna sit me in a room with a complete stranger to talk about my feelings, is that it? You think that all of this is a phase. Fuck you! Fuck…you. You don't know a damned thing about me, but you want to sit me in a room with someone I don't know! You know what? Let's talk. Since you think I need some type of metal help, let's fucking talk about it. Go ahead, get a chair."
"Ichigo, you are blowing this out of proportion…"
"No, it's alright Isshin. Okay Ichigo, let's talk. Why are you angry?" She asked.
"Because I hate you." I hiss out. She swallows a few times.
"And why is that?" She asked as her voice shook.
"You really wanna know? Fine… I hate you because you think you're my mother. My father seems to think that you're the perfect woman, but I know that that's bullshit. You think he loves you, but he doesn't. You are a replacement for my mother. Misaki Kurosaki. The woman behind you. That giant ass picture behind you is my mother. All these picture around the house are of my mother. When you're not here, he sits in front of the picture and cries because he doesn't feel like he's doing the right thing. And it's all because of you. You've worked with my father for years at the hospital. You knew my mother. I may have been young, but I fucking remembered you. Every time I got to go to that hospital, I saw the looks you'd give him. And now that I'm older, I know what those looks were. The laugh you would do every time my father would make a joke. That stupid ass smirk you would do when he praised you for doing a good job, I fucking saw all of that. And when my mother passed…" I stop to get a hold of myself to keep from crying as I remembered how she died.
"And when she died, it was no coincidence that you were the first person at his side. You were fucking planning that shit. You weaseled your way into this house and into my father's heart. You try to act like her, dress like her, you're trying to become the wife he lost. And I won't fucking allow it. So take a good look around because shit ain't gonna change until you're gone or dead. And you know what else I think? I think you are the epitome of a mentally fucked up person. You need therapy, not me." I scream in her face.
I back away from her and wipe tears from my eyes. I watch as my father looks back and forth between me and Isane, deciding who to comfort first. He ultimately chose Isane.
"Dad, I can't believe you chose Isane-san over Ichi-nii…Why? Do you like her more than your own children?" I hear Yuzu ask from behind me. She wraps me into a tight embrace and I hear another set of footsteps follow behind her.
"How dare you, Old Man." Karin says as she stands in front of me, almost defensively. Isshin let's go of Isane shoulders and turns to face us.
"Girls, i-it's not like that."
"So why didn't you help Ichi-nii, he was crying too. He hasn't cried since we lost Momma. This was probably your only chance to win back Ichi-nii and…you blew it." Yuzu announced sadly.
"Yuzu, it's alright. I'm fine, I promise. I'm gonna go, you guys call me if you need anything."
"Ichi-nii, wait-"
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Ichigo quickly walked towards the door tripping over Kon as he did so. The tan colored cat hisses at him as he walked out. Ichigo thought about where he could go, but nothing came to mind. He quickly crossed off Renji's gym, not wanting to deal with the red head's loud mouth at the moment. Before he even realized it, he was walking down the street with his head down. He didn't look up until he ran into something hard.
"Watch where the fuck you're-Kid…?" he look up to see Grimmjow. He grins madly at Ichigo before realizing something's wrong.
"Hey, what's up? You don't got that usual fire in your eyes…" Ichigo don't answer immediately.
"I-I…" he pause before looking up at him. "Can I talk with you? I just need to talk to someone…"
"Why me? Yesterday you didn't even want to dance with me, now you're sayin' you wanna talk to me? You got some serious issues…" Ichigo give him a small smile and shrugged.
"They say it's easier to tell your problems to a complete stranger than someone you know…And besides, I thought you said you wanted to get to know me." he told him in a cocky tone.
"Lead the way…" Grimmjow replied back. As Ichigo turned around, he missed the evil grin that was plastered on Grimmjow eager face.
This is easier than I thought. I'll have the Kid dead in no time
Don't you just wish you could tell Ichigo not to be so naïve? I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and review because I gotta say, it's a tad bit annoying to write a story and get no reviews on it… But any who, thanks for reading!