Later that night Komo walked Klara to the college and then headed to the discothèque in town where Grimmjow told him to meet him. For the evening he had put on a plain black shirt with Professor Baton on it and jeans, his beanie poking up over his spiked hair. When he got there he saw Grimmjow before he saw him. To his astonishment the punk looked well groomed and was wearing his best clothes. Not a strand of hair or shoe lace was out of place, and for once, as he stood there with an air of cool around him, his presence made Komo's heart skipped a beat.
"There you are." he spoke, drawing his hands out of his black trousers. "You look lost." Grimmjow spoke, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm just not used to all the bright lights." Komo stammered, stiffly looking down from the corner of his eyes with a faint blush.
"Whatever, let's go." the punk stated, leading the teen in to go book a booth for themselves.
Sitting down Komo examined everything, still rather star-struck, while Grimmjow wandered in with drinks.
"You're drinking this Kopperberg and you're not going to complain." the punk stated firmly, putting the bottle and glass down.
"Well, okay. But only one." he stated firmly, watching as the punk sat down and grunted with relief to finally be off his feet.
"When do the girls get here?" Komo asked suspiciously.
"None of the girls I had wanted to come out. They've all gone to that disco." he grumbled, taking a sip from his beer.
"That's a shame, you look like you put a lot of effort into tonight." the teen uttered, pouting a little. "What shall we sing then?" he asked, going through the list.
"We can keep a score check." Grimmjow uttered, pointing at the screen with their names on the board.
"You named me 'Man Hub'?" Komo asked, twitching his eyebrow while the punk just snickered.
Grimmjow had gone first, and had taken the easiest song in the list, grinning the entire time he hit the right notes until it finally ended. Komo was not one to be beaten though, and took his video games all too seriously. Standing up he went through the list, looking for one he knew would get him a lot of points. Tapping his foot Komo attempted to get into beat with the music, his gaze narrowing as he watched the words begin to light up. He had been doing well so far, and had completely forgot about Grimmjow by the time he had gotten to the chorus.
"Amen… amen… amen. Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good god, let me give you my life." he sang, While the punk watched, simply impressed by the whole thing. He definitely was not going to win this karaoke night.
He clapped at the end, laughing a little as Komo began to turn red and remember he was not alone.
"I'm not going to win now." he stated, getting up to choose the next song.
"Sorry, I got carried away with myself." the teen uttered, sitting down with a shy expression.
"I don't mind. It makes this more interesting." the punk stated, smirking. "You wont win though, not without a fight." he grunted, letting the introduction to the next song play through.
"I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care, but it's so cold and I don't know where. I brought you daffodils in a pretty string but they won't flower like they did last spring." he began calmly, catching Komo off guard. Now this had become a war.
Competitively glaring at one another the pair were now standing side by side, ready to sing the second it was their turn, but they were caught off guard when Komo picked a song that required two people to sing. Examining one another they prepped themselves, ready to out do each other through their duet.
"A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly and is also known as a buster. Always talking about what he wants and just sits on his broke ass. So, no, I don't want your number. No, I don't want to give you mine and no, I don't want to meet you nowhere. No, don't want none of your time. No, I don't want no scrubs. A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me, hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride trying to holla at me." Komo began, while Grimmjow just continued to tense his throat and stare at the screen.
"But a scrub's checkin' me and his game is kinda weak, and I know that he's gonna approach me cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash. Can't get with no dead beat ass, so-" he sang, only to find himself cut off as Komo took over with a smirk.
"No, I don't want your number. No, I don't want to give you mine and no, I don't want to meet you nowhere. No, don't want none of your time. No-" the teen sang, being pushed slightly to the side as Grimmjow took over again.
"I don't want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride trying to holla at me. I don't want no scrub. a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride trying to holla at me. Holler at me… holler at me…holler at me." the punk sang.
At the same time Komo just rolled his eyes and peered at the screen which was indicating they had to sing together this time.
"No, I don't want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride trying to holla at me. I don't want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride trying to holla at me." they chimed in unisons, gasping when they could finally take in air.
Flopping down onto the sofa for a rest the pair sipped from their alcohol, both rather pleased with themselves as they stared at the screen. At this moment in time they were neck and neck, with the last two songs ready to dictate who was the karaoke champion.
"Man, we would of stole the show at that stupid disco." Grimmjow stated.
"You look like a host, you probably would have taken the floor the moment you entered the room." Komo added, mulling it over.
"I am a host." Grimmjow stated, hitching his brow.
"You are?" he enquired, tilting his head slightly as he lowered his brow quizzically.
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. Don't need shit from people." he grumbled, sipping from his drink.
"It's only fair since you're keeping my secret." Komo uttered, smiling a little. "But if you're a host how come you're not good at picking up girls?" he asked, rather confused by it.
"I'm good at sitting listening to someone over a drink. There's no pre-emptive flirting, or any of that crap. The girls tend to make the entire conversation." he explained, while Komo just nodded a little.
Finishing their drinks, and singing the last songs, Komo began to hic-up slightly, his eyes a little bleary as he leaned against Grimmjow's shoulder with the end of his third bottle of booze clasped between his lips.
"You should of gone." Komo uttered quietly, while the punk gave him a precarious look. "It's valentines day. It seems a bit of a waste that you're spending it with me." he mumbled, peering up at him from the punk's shoulder. "I bet you'd get a lot of chocolates from the girls if you went dressed like that." the teen added, pointing to his well presented person.
"You're not one of those depressed drunks are you?" Grimmjow asked, while Komo put the empty bottle onto the sofa and put his hands on Grimmjow's lap to steady himself and look the punk straight in the eyes.
"I'm not depressed, I'm just being honest." he hiccupped, pouting a little. "You should be there flirting with loads of girls, since you always say you want one." he grumbled, slipping forward by accident to lay sprawled half way across Grimmjow's lap.
"You really can't hold your alcohol." the punk uttered, rubbing Komo's back.
Pulling himself up Komo body protested slightly due to the angle but he ignored it.
"No really, I'll go home and you can go to the disco." the teen drunkenly pushed, but Grimmjow just put his arms around his ribs and dragged him towards his chest. Turning to try get comfortable Komo just continued to grumble nonsensical complaints.
"Would you stop squirming, jeeze. This is the last time I give you alcohol in large quantities." Grimmjow stated, finding Komo finally stopped shifting about when he was sitting on his lap with his head on the punk's shoulder.
Sitting there quietly Komo seemed almost content now, the warmth radiating off of the brute comforting him. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was staring down at him, not quite sure what to really do now that he had the full grown man curled up against him. He had imagined this being a situation between himself and a cute young woman, especially a cute young woman in a skirt.
Twisting his head so that he could look down at him Grimmjow examined Komo, who had been looking at his neck with a calm expression.
"We should probably get going. They'll be kicking us out soon." the punk uttered, hauling Komo off of him. Standing up the teen murmured under his breath, the feeling of the warmth accumulated between them fading from his body. "You can come back to mine. It closer." the punk stated, peering out the window at the blustering weather.
When they got there Komo was a little surprised by the nice appearance of his apartment, which had four large rooms and a massive window view of the town in the bedroom.
"This is really nice." the teen uttered, rather surprised by it all.
"I got you some hot chocolate." Grimmjow spoke, handing him the hot mug.
"Oh, thanks." Komo uttered, lifting it to his mouth to blow against the rim and create dark ripples on the surface of the liquid.
Strolling through his apartment the curious teen searched the building, it was rather plain but it had everything he would have expected it to have. Magazines, coffee stains on the table, video games that everyone had stacked on their shelves. The books were a bit of a surprise though, the titles even more so.
"I didn't know you liked Jane Austin." Komo spoke, turning to greet who he thought was Grimmjow. "Oh, hello." the teen spoke quickly as he fixed his posture, examining the strange man now looming about in the door way. He had polystyrene white skin, and meadow green eyes. He was probably the one who owned the flat, and the books then.
"I see you met my flat mate." Grimmjow uttered, pushing past the goth who had not said a word yet. "This is Ulquiorra. If he creeps you out then that's just normal." the blue haired man explained, sitting down on the sofa.
"It's not like you to bring a man home, Grimmjow." he finally uttered, his tone of voice slow and cold.
"He's a friend I made." the punk stated firmly, glaring at him.
"You're not one to make anything more than one night stands." the man mumbled, taking the book from Komo before he gave them both the cold shoulder and left the room.
"He's… nice." the teen uttered, flinching when the hot chocolate nipped his lips.
Grunting Grimmjow turned on the television.
"Can you believe that guy has a really nice girlfriend?" he asked, while Komo sat down. "Not really, no." the teen responded.
"She's pretty smart, has a biology degree in botany. You wouldn't think it though, she has really dipsy moments." he uttered.
"A bit like Ichigo and Orihime?" he asked, while the punk simply nodded slightly in agreement.
"Air between their heads. Sometimes I think Gwen acts cute to please Ulquiorra though. He acts like a cold hearted dick, but he's got a soft spot for her. It seems that way anyway." the blue haired man explained, flicking through the channels. "He makes every girl he comes in contact with cry, but I've never seen her upset with him." he added, hearing the door ring. "Looks like she's here." he stated, turning his head to wait for Gwen to wander in.
"Hello Grimmjow." the woman uttered, turning her curled lips up slightly. Komo was somewhat surprised by her appearance, she was a definite contrast to Ulquiorra. She was wearing plain jeans and a white shirt, with an airy pink scarf around her neck. He was not quite sure if she was related to Gin, but she certainly had his face features. Over all she was surprisingly pretty and meek in appearance.
Blinking he glanced at Grimmjow, who had been jabbing him in the side.
"This is Komo, my slightly drunk and pretty much constantly oblivious friend." Grimmjow stated, rolling his eyes when he seemed to begin to blush and wave at Gwen frantically.
"He's cute." Gwen gushed, smiling brightly in such a way it made her skin glow. Ulquiorra on the other hand seemed to have a sour expression on his face, making the air around him darken. They did say jealously had green eyes.
"I'm stealing Ulquiorra for tonight. We're going to the cinema to watch a movie." she uttered.
"Which one?" Grimmjow asked, hitching his brow.
"Pray for seesaws, it sounds like such a nice, romantic film." Gwen responded, while Komo just blinked a little.
"Do you mean 'Prey for Saws'? That movie is about-" he spoke, but he was cut off when Ulquiorra butt into take her away.
"Bye!" she uttered, protesting about the goth tugging he down the hall unnecessarily.
"He's not correcting her since he knows she'll make him go see some romantic sob story if she figures out it's a horror." Grimmjow explained.
"She's going to get a bit of a shock when the old ladies head comes off in bed then." Komo uttered, pouting a little. "Poor woman." he added.
Watching the television for a while the teen examined the empty mug before he looked at the time. Tomorrow would be Saturday, so at least he did not have to worry about college for a little while longer.
"I hope it didn't bother you too much that we didn't see any girls." Komo uttered, while Grimmjow just groaned.
"Don't start this again. I'm warning you." he stated firmly.
"Sorry." the game-nut mumbled, peering at the television once again.
"You want another drink?" the brute enquired, having not learned his lesson the first time apparently.
"Sure." Komo uttered, watching him get up and go through to the kitchen.
Coming back with a six-pack of beer in his hand Grimmjow handed him one and sat down again, though he was not paying attention as he was far more interested in the movie they were now watching.
Two cans later and Komo was back to being tipsy, though he was not showing it as much as before. Observing the stereotypical horror scene where sex was introduced, despite that being the last thing on someone's mind once they someone's guts being torn out of them, Komo had began leaning against Grimmjow again subconsciously. The punk did not seem to mind to begin with but he did look down at Komo when the teen got a little too cosy, his arm had been hooked around his in the midst of him attempting to find a comfortable position.
"What are you doing?" Grimmjow asked, while Komo slowly looked up at him with vaguely innocent orange irises. "We're watching a movie and having a few beers. This isn't a date." he grumbled, watching the teen pull himself from his side.
"Sorry." Komo uttered, picking up a throw pillow to cuddle instead.
When the film ended Grimmjow stretched and yawned, while Komo remained cuddled into the pillow he had been holding sleepily.
"You can't sleep here. Ulquiorra hates people sleeping on the sofa." he stated, having to use a small amount of persuasion to get Komo to move through to his room. The moment he put him on his bed the teen practically fell asleep, and batted at him when he tried to get him to change out of his clothes. "You can't sleep with your clothes on, idiot. You have to wear them tomorrow." he stated, finally managing to get him to change into a spare pair of the punk's pyjamas. "Now you can-" he went to say, only to find Komo was already fast asleep for the third time in the past five minutes on his bedroom floor. "Idiot." he muttered, throwing a blanket over him before he got into his bed. He was too tired to fight with Komo again.
In the morning the punk stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as his arm fidgeted against whoever he was holding. When he tilted his head down he flinched and got up when he found Komo was cuddled up in bed with him.
"That's it." he grunted, waking up the teen with a start. Snorting and spluttering Komo opened his eyes in panic and got up, his head turning as he looked about in frantic confusion as to where the hell he was. "I told you not to cuddle me." Grimmjow hissed, batting him on the back of the head before getting up.
"Usually I end up in my sisters room when I finally fall asleep." the teen uttered, rubbing his face. "How did I get here?" he asked, but Grimmjow was still angry and grumbling about the rude awakening.
"I brought you here last night, you weren't that drunk." the punk protested, throwing the teen's shirt at him that had been on the radiator.
"Will you two keep it down." Ulquiorra uttered, rubbing the side of his head as he opened the door. "What are you moaning about?" he then asked, examining Grimmjow and Komo thoroughly.
"He thinks if he cuddles me enough I'll turn gay." Grimmjow muttered, twitching his brow while the teen simply paused and slowly looked up at him.
"Oh dear." Gwen gasped, having seen the expression on Komo's face upon peeping in about to ask who wanted breakfast.
Suffice to say everyone was awake that early morning after Komo shouted so loud one of the ceiling lights shook. By the end of it Ulquiorra was surprised that such a racket could come from a small man, Gwen was running after the teen with his clothes yelling 'wait, you can't go out in pyjamas', and Grimmjow was simply staring at the door like a dear caught in headlights.
Having calmed himself down he opened the bathroom door and took his clothes that had been left outside before locking it again, his face resting against the cold water he had filled the sink with until he heard a knock at the door.
"Komo, do you want breakfast?" Gwen asked carefully, leaning against the door.
"No. I'm going to go home once I'm ready." the teen called, putting his face back against the water until the heat that had reappeared on his face faded again.
"He's over reacting." Grimmjow fumed, sitting at the kitchen table.
"I would be acting the same way if my friend turned out to be a homophobe." Gwen uttered, pouting a little once she came back through.
"I'm not a homophobe, I just don't appreciate him touching me like I'm his boyfriend." Grimmjow spoke through grit teeth.
"The words 'turn me gay' is a bit mean." the green haired woman uttered gently.
"What, and you would be okay with one of your female friends cuddling you?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
After some thought Gwen pouted a little.
"I wouldn't mind really." she answered, while Grimmjow just grunted.
"You're a woman, you hold hands with your friends out in the street all the time. It isn't the same for guys, if you aren't thinking about tits you get ridiculed." he mumbled, running his nails against the table.
"That's not true." the woman protested gently, putting more food on his plate. "Ulquiorra doesn't constantly think about sex." she informed him, turning to go look for something in the cupboard. Bending over she did not even notice Ulquiorra plainly staring at her butt, and when she stood up to turn and look at them again he had quickly went back to examining his newspaper. "Here you go sweety." she purred, cuddling Ulquiorra's head by wrapping her arms around his neck gently.
"He doesn't have to think about it, he just gets you to cuddle him like that and he has himself between two lush tits." the punk stated, making Gwen glance down and then pull herself away from goth with a pout.
Seeing Komo come to the door the teen dismissed any acknowledgement of Grimmjow's presence and looked at Gwen and Ulquiorra.
"I'm sorry for shouting, it was rude and uncalled for." he spoke quietly, playing with his fingers.
"That's alright. Are you sure you don't want breakfast?" the botanist asked, but Komo just shook his head and began to leave. Still trying to get his attention Grimmjow went after him, though from what they could tell it did not go well.
"Are you okay?" Gwen asked, watching Grimmjow some staggering back in clutching his chin.
"That little bastard punched me in the face." he hissed, pulling his hand away to check if there was any blood.
"I like him with every minute." the goth uttered, changing the page of his newspaper.
"Ulquiorra, sh!" Gwen snapped, punching him gently in the shoulder.
"I'm going to beat the tar out of him." the punk hissed, going to get his shoes.
"Grimmjow, leave him alone. You're just making matters worse." she called, though she was met with an angry glare from Grimmjow.
"Stay out of this. If he thinks he can hit me without any repercussions then he's got another thing coming." he muttered, kicking on his converses.
"And then what?" Ulquiorra asked, making him pause as he stared at his shoes. "You beat him until he's not able to move, and then what?" the goth asked, narrowing his gaze.
Growling Grimmjow stood up and grabbed his coat.
"I don't know, okay?!" he shouted, checking for his keys. "All I know is I wont let him escape." he muttered.
"Go clear your head, you're not thinking straight at all." the goth stated, preparing to get up when Grimmjow entered the kitchen with a snarl.
"You think that's funny?" he asked, glaring. "Saying I'm not thinking 'straight', huh?" he asked, while Gwen came between them and tried to separate them.
"It's a figure of speech, Grimm'. I think this just proves you really do need to take a deep breath." she spoke, while he stood up straight and the goth slowly sat down again. "Just go for a walk, okay? You can talk it out when you next see each other." she uttered, staying between them.
"There wont be a next time." the blue haired man muttered. "If I see him I'll drag him through the corridors of the campus telling everyone he likes it in the ass." he mumbled.
"And then you get thrown out of college, lose your job once your looks fade and live on the streets. Don't be stupid." Ulquiorra stated plainly, rolling up his newspaper. "You're acting like you're trying to repress your feelings for him by putting on this macho facade." the ebony haired man muttered, while Gwen just groaned deeply.
He was just asking to be punched now.
"I've seen you pinning him to the floor licking his neck. I wouldn't be surprised if he got the wrong idea and thought he had a chance with." Ulquiorra deduced, while Grimmjow just shot down his theory and began to leave. "If that's your relationship with him then I suggest you let it die here." the man stated firmly, making the punk pause. "For your own sake." he spoke, watching the punk exit the room having taken a sharp breath.
A few days had past since their fight and it was not until Komo was met with a call that he move from his bed. Glancing at his phone he picked it up and examined it, the caller ID seemed to be Grimmjow. Thinking about it for a moment he finally opened his phone and placed it towards his ear, on the other side he could only hear static for a moment.
"Oi." Grimmjow spoke quietly, while Komo just made a minor noise of acknowledgement. "Where are you?" the punk enquired, while the teen remained silent. "Hey, listen." he heard the man speak in a strange voice, causing Komo to crack a remotely tiny smile. Placing his eye against his palm Komo leaned forward slightly. "I want to talk to you. I'm not doing it over the phone though." the punk stated, tapping his finger against the garden wall he had stopped by.
"You can do it from my gate then, since you've done nothing but stand there for the past few days." Komo mumbled weakly, going to the curtain to peer outside just in time to catch Grimmjow peer around like a confused dog looking for its ball.
"Shit, I didn't even know this was your house." he confessed, finally turning to look up at the window.
"The Lario and Fuigi curtains didn't give it away?" he asked, letting the curtain slide to the side but Grimmjow did not respond.
Stopping at his front door Komo took a deep breath and opened the door, carefully looking about to make sure it was not an ambush.
"I'm not here to kick your ass." Grimmjow muttered, watching him come towards the gate. "Even if I should for what you did to my face." he grumbled, while the shorter man examined the damage for a moment. He was slightly impressed by the bruise though, it looked like it was probably rather painful to begin with.
"What do you want?" Komo asked sharply, staring at Grimmjow who quickly found that his playful attitude were not going to get him back into the teen's good books.
"I came to apologise." the punk stated, as if it were obvious.
"Oh, well, okay." the teen spoke, turning to leave.
"Oi, I'm not finished." the punk protested, making him stop. "I might have said something shitty, but it didn't come out the way it should have been taken." he stated, furrowing his brow.
"How was I suppose to take it?" he enquired, narrowing his gaze.
"I, well…" the punk stammered, not quite sure what to really say to make what he said sound 'okay'.
"I thought as much." Komo spoke, raising his voice a little.
"Okay, okay. Just don't shout, you're frikkin scary when you're angry." he quickly stated, making the raven haired teen still. "Yes, what I said was probably not the nicest of things, but it's not like I said it to upset you." the punk uttered, knitting his brow together. "I mean, I woke up in bed with you. I was holding you like we were a couple. I had already told you the night before that I wasn't happy with you cuddling my arm on the sofa like we were dating." the punk stated, pulling his hands out from his pockets.
Upon seeing his hands Komo examined how red they were and glanced off for a moment. He had been out here for several hours, for three days and had evidently managed to catch a cold because of it. He probably had not plucked up the courage to call Komo up until now though, when he finally figured that he was not going to get him when he left his house.
"Hey, I'm trying to apologise and you're not even listening." Grimmjow complained, waving his hand in front of the teen's face.
"D-Do you want to come inside? Your hands look like Christmas lights." the teen enquired, causing the man to pause and blink.
"Does this mean we're okay?" he asked, examining Komo cautiously.
"I guess so." he murmured, though he had already forgiven him a while ago. If he wanted to truly hurt someone, or get his point across, he did it with his fists.
"And that means you're going to call Kenpachi off, right?" he asked nervously, peering around.
"What?" Komo asked, rather confused.
"Kenpachi was planning on taking me somewhere." Grimmjow spoke, feeling his brow beginning to sweat again.
"I'm sure I can call him off." the smaller man murmured, opening the gate to let him in.
Sitting in his room quietly Grimmjow stared longingly at his cup of tea he could not drink due to his hands being too sore and swollen to hold the mug.
"I had my dad call Kenpachi and tell him he doesn't need to 'deal with you'." Komo uttered, entering the room.
"What was he planning to do?" the punk dared to ask, while the teen sat down beside him.
"He was doing to gouge out the sofa you stole, put you inside it, chain the seats down so you couldn't escape, and throw the sofa into a compressor at the landfill his friend owns." Komo uttered, reciting what his father had told him.
"Mother of…" Grimmjow uttered, sinking down onto the bed while Komo chuckled a little.
Sitting there quietly the punk held the mug near him while the smaller man sat next to him staring off into space, keeping some distance between them.
"Oi, Komo." Grimmjow finally spoke, leaning closer beforehand to catch him off guard once he turned to look. Tensing he stared the blue haired punk down, gulping slightly when he shifted closer and pressed his lips against his.