"You're sleeping with your roommate?" Toshiro suddenly regretted telling the overly busty red-head who sat across him about his currently situation. "Oh God, I can't believe you're sleeping with your roommate. I never pegged you for the type to sleep with someone just because. I mean, I knew you were gay, I could just tell. But damn, sleeping with your room mate. Can I guess? I bet you're the one who's always on bot-."
"You better not finish that sentence Matsumoto." Toshiro had gripped the cup he was holding so hard that his knuckles had begun to turn white as the woman rattled off incessantly. "You finish that sentence and I will find a way to get you fired." Considering that Toshiro's position at work wasn't that high, he was pleasantly amused that there was someone who was ranked beneath him.
"Fine, fine. But still, to be sleeping with someone who you're not actually romantically connected with, it doesn't suit you senpai." Rangiku let out a gasp and leaned over the table, causing her overly large breast to rest against the table that looked extremely uncomfortable. "Unless you do like him!"
Toshiro shot a glare at the woman. "I. Do. Not. Like. Him." Toshiro spat between his clench teeth.
Rangiku couldn't suppress the giggle that was quickly making its way onto her lips. Toshiro stared across the table at her as the server placed the meal that he had ordered in front of him. Toshiro looked up at this server, noticing something about the guy instantly. Teal hair? Who in their right mind dyes their hair teal? Toshiro tried to look for a name tag but he couldn't find any as the guy turned around. Pushing the guy to the back of his mind he turned back to Rangiku who was already well into devouring his plate.
"You know…" Rangiku started before pausing to swallow the food she was eating. "Even if you say you don't like him that proves nothing."
Toshiro narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you talking about Matsumoto?"
"Think about it: people lie to themselves every day. It's completely natural to lie." She stabbed a piece of her food and placed it in her mouth and began to chew it thoughtfully. "Maybe you're just so used to lying to yourself that you don't even realize what's going on in your heart."
"Oh, please inform me Matsumoto. What exactly is going on in my heart?" Toshiro merely stared at her as he continued to eat his food.
"You're in love with the guy you're fucking."
Toshiro choked slightly on his food. He forced some water down before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Love? Matusmoto, I don't even like the guy, how the hell can you say I love him."
"Woman's intuition." She said nothing else as she took another bite from her meal.
Toshiro mulled over the thought. There was no way in hell that he was in love with that orange-haired nit wit. As he mindlessly ate he heard something that made his ear twitch. From across the room he heard someone call for someone named Grimm. His eyes grew wide as he looked for the source of the voice. Grimmjow? Was he in this room this very moment? Would Toshiro be able to find out who that fucker was? Toshiro caught himself. No, he was getting angry over nothing. There was no reason for him to get so angry at the sound of what sounded like Grimm, that didn't necessarily mean it was him. Toshiro shook his head as he turned around to face his food, missing as the teal haired man from earlier pass behind him.
After paying for their bill, Toshiro and Rangiku got into his car. Toshiro had to drop Rangiku off back at the office before heading over to pick up Ichigo from school. He grumbled on his way back to school about how Ichigo really needed to get the tire on his bike fixed so that they wouldn't have to keep picking each other up. As he pulled up onto the curb, his eyes looked for the flashy orange-head boy. He glanced down at the clock in the car and realized that he was early. With a sigh, he pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He leaned against the hood of the car as he scanned the campus for the familiar face. As he was waiting Toshiro noticed a car pull up behind him, parking dangerously close to the back of his car. He tried to peek at who was behind the wheel, but with the heavy limo-tinted windows, he couldn't even make out a body shape.
A few minutes passed before Toshiro watched the tall, lean body he was overly familiar with make it's way towards Toshiro. No, he wasn't walking to Toshiro but to the car next to Toshiro. Ichigo hadn't even noticed his white haired lover standing next to their white car, his eyes were fixed on the black car behind it. Toshiro stared at disbelief as he watched the orange hair boy completely disregard him; the anger that was building up in him early was daring to spill out again.
"KUROSAKI!" Toshiro was surprised himself at the sound of his voice leaving his throat.
Ichigo stopped in his tracks, eyes instantly glowering at whoever dared to yell his name so violently. That is, until he noticed the white haired man looking extremely pissed off standing on the side walk next to their car. His eyes softened for a bit before remembering their fight the night before, his eyebrows etching into a scowl. Toshiro's eyes widened at the look as Ichigo made his way towards their Toshiro, though it seemed like he wasn't going to make the effort to go into the actual car.
"Why are you here Toshiro?"
"Why…why am I here?" Toshiro looked at the orange-haired boy. Yes, there was no way he was in love with this guy. "I'm here to pick you up."
Ichigo's scowl deepened. "I texted you earlier to tell you that I didn't need a ride. I figured you wouldn't want to pick me up, so I got someone else to."
The last sentence didn't register in his mind right away as he looked at his found, indeed finding a message from Ichigo. He stared down at the message before he realized what Ichigo had said.
"Wait." Toshiro somewhat growled the word, even if he didn't mean to. "You got someone else to pick you up? Who the hell did you…"
"Aye Berry, are we goin' or wha?"
Toshiro's head snapped at the sound of the voice, his eyes falling on a very familiar looking head. Teal hair. His eyes widened as he stared at the man who was he server at the restaurant only an hour prior. This…this is the guy that…
"I'll be there in a second Grimm." Toshiro looked at Ichigo he turned from facing Grimmjow and back to Toshiro, completely missing the flames in the smaller male's eyes. "I don't need the ride Toshiro."
"The hell you don't. I drove all the way here. Get. In. The. Car."
Toshiro made way to grab Ichigo's wrist and drag him into the damn car if he had to. Just as he was going to grab it, he felt Ichigo get jerked away. He looked up and saw the teal haired man, smiling an eat-shit grin as his hand protectively wrapped around Ichigo's wrist. White stared at teal with a complete shocked face. Toshiro knew he was small, there was no way to deny it, but this guy…this guy was massive. Still, Toshiro reached forward for Ichigo, only to have the orange haired kid pulled out of his reach.
"Who's the little snowflake?" Grimmjow let out a bark of a laugh as he stared down at the incredibly smaller male.
"Snowflake?" The words seeped through Toshiro's teeth as he felt a vein throb somewhere along his forehead.
Ichigo let out a sigh, this really was not the way he wanted the two meet. "Grimm, this is Tosh-…Hitsugaya-senpai. Hitsugaya-senpai, this is Grimmjow."
Toshiro didn't know what was going on. First, Ichigo was meeting with some teal haired freak. Second, he wasn't getting in the damn car. And third, he was calling him Hitsugaya-senpai! What in the world was going on? Toshiro didn't say anything, instead he let his eyes drag down the pairs arms where he saw Grimmjow's hand still wrapped around his Ichigo's wrist. Someone thing snapped in Toshiro, but he didn't know how to deal with it. So instead, he walked around the car and got inside, not bothering to say anything towards the two. He peeled away from the curb and speed away. When he was a distance away, he looked in his rear-view mirror, he saw Ichigo standing on the curb with a scowl on his face as the man next to him laughed.
Ichigo stared as the car drove off. Disbelief ran through his body, quickly followed by anger. Did the bastard really just leave him? Did that fuck face really, really just drive off with out saying anything? Idiot, you're the one who told him that you didn't need a ride. That's not the point, he didn't fucking say anything. That bastard, when I get home, fucking going to be- Ichigo's internal monologue ended when he felt someone tugging on his wrist. With a scowl he turned towards the pulling.
"What!" He yelled at Grimmjow, who's face when from laughing to dead serious.
"Do not yell at me Berry because the little snowflake drove off." He tugged on his arm again, leading him towards the car. "Now get in the car so I can take you home."
Ichicgo made his way to the passenger side of the car, his face still holding shape of the lingering scowl. He was feeling just as heated as his white haired lover. Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo, a frown making its way onto his face as he noticed direct emotions on the little berry's face. He clearly likes that snowflake. Grimmjow gripped the wheel tighter, pulling this skin taunt against his knuckles that began to turn white. Ichigo didn't notice and chose to stare out the window, mulling his thoughts over why he seemed to fighting with Toshiro so much lately.
"Wanna get something to eat?" Ichigo looked over at the teal-haired man. Both men were frowning at one another. Ichigo let out a sigh. "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty hungry."
Grimmjow pulled into the parking lot of a random fast food restaurant. Neither one of them made way to get out of the car, rather sitting in an awkward silence. Grimmjow could hear Ichigo breathing as he rattled his brain on Toshiro. Ichigo felt the staring and looked over at Grimmjow. Grimmjow looked at the smaller male in the seat next to him, a scowl on his face as he tried to figure the boy out. After meeting at a party, Grimmjow had taken a keen interest in the orange haired lad, mostly because Ichigo socked him in the gut the fist time they met. As their eyes locked, both boys felt something flutter in their heart. No, Grimmjow's heart didn't flutter. I'm a man damnit, and men's hearts don't flutter. Still, he felt something unnatural occurring within him. Feeling the same sensation Ichigo got out of the car and started walking towards the restaurant.
Shit, shit. Oh God. Ichigo shook his head as he walked in the restaurant, staring at the menu, but not really comprehending anything that was before him. Shit, what the hell was that Ichigo? You, you can't actually like the guy can you? Ichigo felt body heat take place on his side, his body stiffening as he registered Grimmjow's noticeable build. Ichigo shook his head of the thoughts as he placed his order and taking a seat at a random table. He watched Grimmjow order, trying to figure out what was going on his head. He's a pompous asshole. Grimmjow made his way towards Ichigo, their eyes locking instantaneously. Just as Grimmjow sat down, Ichigo shot up, earning a very confused glare to form on the teal-haired man's face.
"Bathroom. I've got to go the bathroom." Without another word he walked into the bathroom, standing at the sink as he stared at himself in the mirror.
This is what you wanted Ichigo! You wanted to get over that bastard and here's someone who's more than willing to help! Ugh, but it feels so wrong. It's Grimmjow for fuck's sake. He's the guy who called you a panty wearing pansy strawberry because you didn't wanna smoke a joint! Ichigo, you can not. CAN NOT like this guy. Call this whole shit off and go back to Toshiro like you belong. Ichigo felt his insides tighten. But I don't belong with Toshiro. His heart felt heavy. I'm just a good fuck for him.
Lost in his own thoughts Ichigo didn't hear the bathroom door open or close. He didn't even notice the presence of another body until it was flush against his back. Ichigo jumped at the intrusion of personal space. He looked up into the mirror and saw a familiar teal-haired man standing behind him. Ichigo relaxed slightly after knowing it wasn't a complete stranger, but his body was still tense. Their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror, Ichigo noting something different about the way Grimmjow as looking at him. Grimmjow turned Ichigo slowly so that the two were facing each other. Despite the hesitancy with the turning, Grimmjow wasted not time to place his lips against the orange-haired boy. Ichigo jumped before losing himself into the kiss.
Like everything else, Grimmjow was very experienced in the art of kissing as he pressed his lips against Ichigo's full ones. His tongue ran against Ichigo's bottom lip, sucking in to take the lip between his own. He bit it softly, knowing that the boy would gasp, seizing the opportunity to dominate the mouth. Ichigo felt his brain losing oxygen, and pressed his hands against Grimmjow's chest. God knows how much Ichigo wanted to deepen the kiss, something so hot and firey in comparison to Toshiro's chilly and passionate kisses. Grimmjow leaned in closer to Ichigo, but Ichigo pressed his hands firmly on the broad chest and pushed away. The two looked at each other panting, a faint tint making it's way onto Ichigo's cheeks. Grimmjow, after thinking the two had an adequate amount of time to regain their breath, leaned in to steal another kiss from the strawberry in front of him. As he was closing in, he was stopped by a forceful push from the smaller male, a look of confusion and anger quickly making its way onto his face.
"What was that for?"
"We, we can't do this." Ichigo shook his head, patting his cheeks as he tried to remove the heat from beneath his skin.
"Why, why can't we?"
"It's too soon." Ichigo knew this was a lie. Him and Grimmjow had hung out numerous times and so they had one date, it wasn't like they were strangers. No, something else was holding them back.
"Like hell it's too soon." Grimmjow took a daring step towards Ichigo. "It's about that Hitsu gay guy isn't it?"
Something swelled in Ichigo causing him to land another push on the hard chest in front of him, causing the larger man to stagger a few steps back. "Do not call him that!"
"What? Do you like him berry? Huh? Is that what it is? You like that white haired shrimp?" Grimmjow took a step towards Ichigo. "If you like him why are you hear with me? Kissing me in a bathroom like a dirty slut after a night on the town." Ichigo couldn't think of comeback, his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. "You're attracted to me, berry." Grimmjow closed the distance between them, his mouth next to Ichigo's ear. "You're attracted to me and you don't know how to react."
Ichigo's eyes widened as he felt Grimmjow's hand rubbing against his side, his breath on his hear, the feel of his lips ghosting over his neck. Ichigo jumped as the bathroom door opened and a stranger walked in, staring at the two in confusion. Ichigo pushed Grimmjow away from him, surprised that he could feel even more embarrassed. Ichigo mumbled something about their order being ready before walking out of the bathroom with his face still flushed, not looking back at Grimmjow at all. Grimmjow smirked before he walked out of the bathroom; he was going to get Ichigo to leave that little white haired shrimp.
Toshiro rubbed his neck as a shiver ran down his body; he had the vague feeling that someone was talking about him. Renji looked up at the small white haired man from his seat on the floor, curious to why Ichigo's roommate was in his apartment. Shuuhei walked out of the kitchen with two mugs in his hands, placing one in front of Toshiro as he sat across from him. The two didn't say anything, simply sitting there sipping from their mugs. Renji watched the two curiously, they seemed to be having a conversation through their minds, because Shuuhei simply nodded while Renji didn't comprehend anything that had happened. Toshiro let out a sigh and slumped into the chair as his finger lazily traced the rim of the mug.
"You're welcome to stay here Toshiro, I know you're not in the mood to go home right now." Shuuhei placed his mug down on the table and looked at Toshiro in the eye. Renji's mouth dropped at the words that exited his boyfriend's mouth.
"Hisagi, you don't have to do that. I don't want to be an inconvenience to you and Abarai."
Shuuhei simply shook his head and chuckled. "Toshiro, you know you can call us Shuuhei and Renji. Plus, I know you need to do some thinking. Just go sleep on the couch and think everything through. If you want to leave in the middle of the night, we won't stop you. If you want to stay, you're more than welcome to."
Toshiro let out a sigh and nodded, making his way towards the couch behind Renji. At the sight of the man walking towards him, Renji stood up, nodding his head slightly at the small man, before walking over to his lover's side. It wasn't that Renji was scared of Toshiro, but there was something about him that didn't rub him the right way. Maybe it was because all the times that he had been at Ichigo's apartment; Toshiro would merely walk in and out of the room or the apartment in general paying no particular attention to anyone. The two watched the small man lie down on their couch, throwing an arm over his eyes as if he was trying to block out the world. Renji felt a hand grasp his own and pull him towards their bedroom. Once behind the safety of their door, Renji turned on his lover.
"Why are you letting him stay here? What's going on?"
Shuuhei simply let out a sigh as he took off his shirt and stripped into his boxers and slid into bed. "It seems Toshiro and Ichigo are having a lover's quarrel. Toshiro said something briefly about something bothering him but he wouldn't go into detail. Though, I'm pretty sure I have a fairly clear idea of what's bothering him." Shuuhei looked up from his place and noticed that Renji was still just standing there. "Are you going to get into bed or what?"
As Renji stripped of his clothing and made his way to the space next to his lover, he couldn't help but ask, "So what's bothering him so much that he's fighting with Ichigo?"
Shuuhei smirked. "Ah, ah, ah. If I tell you, you'll go blabbing to your friend. If you do that, they'll never make up naturally." Renji looked up at his lover in confusion. Shuuhei simply kissed his boyfriend quickly. "You'll understand soon enough."
HELLO READERS!
So, there's chapter 4. Yes, still going kinda slow, but I got in an argument in and introduced some characters, so I'm rather happy.
Plus, there was that whole kissing ordeal with Grimm and Ichi :D
Also, since I denied Renji of Ichigo, I decided to pair him with my other favorite match for him Shuuhei.
Nooow next chapter will probably have more meat, more likely on Toshiro's thoughts maybe realization, but I want this story to last, so we'll see.
Sorry, I'm not sure I can keep up with his updating almost every other day thing. So if updates get a little slow, sorry :(
Also! Thanks to everyone who reviews. I haven't been able to do them yet, but I'm going to start review replying, because I want you to know how happy it makes me when you guys review. Thanks for reading my story, please continue! :D