I'm in love with a delinquent.
Chapter five.
Hi, hi~ I wasn't going to post a new chapter until next Friday, but you all reviewed so quickly, and you seemed like you wanted one so soon, and as I know what impatience is like, I figured I'd type this up as I wait for my Senpai to get off work. =u=
The next morning at school, Ulquiorra took his usual seat beside Ichigo. And, as usual, the minute he sat down, the other man immediately started blabbing on and on… He learned recently to tune the orange-haired boy out, for most of what came out of his mouth was never anything that interested him, for he quite frankly, did not care.
"So…What's going on with you and Grimmjow?"
That, however, snapped him from his stupor.
"What do you mean?"
"You two seemed awfully buddy-buddy yesterday, that's all…."
"You mean arguing? Like we always do?" He questioned, almost nervous at this point. He knew that Ichigo would chastise him for starting anything with the delinquent, and it was honestly the last thing he wanted to hear at this point.
I know I'm an idiot… You don't have to tell me.
"It's not like you to play the ignorant card, Ulquiorra." Ichigo stated, turning to look him directly in the eye. "I saw you two kissing after school."
Ulquiorra didn't respond immediately, as he almost didn't fully know how to process the situation he'd gotten himself in. It was a little disturbing, yes? That his self-proclaimed best friend had seen something like that. Of course, that wasn't the worst thing he knew about him, but regardless…
"How…?"
"I was looking for you," Ichigo admitted. "I had something I wanted to tell you, but it doesn't really matter anymore." A scowl disturbed the features of his boyish face and he turned his head away, resting it on his palm, an indication that he was done talking. So, Ulquiorra didn't pry any further.
"Mornin'!"
Ulquiorra turned his head to see Grimmjow casually sitting on top of his desk.
"…What are you doing?"
Blue eyes glanced down at him, alight with glee. "I can't greet my boyfriend in the morning?"
"Certainly not like that."
Grimmjow shrugged and hopped off the desk; instead, he got down on one knee in front of him, grabbed his hand, and placed a kiss atop his knuckles. "Well, then… Good morning, Hime-sama." Those words and actions sent Ulquiorra's face aflame, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
"I didn't take you as a hopeless romantic, brute." Ichigo chipped in from his seat, his scowl intensified.
"Aww," Grimmjow sneered, taking Ulquiorra's hand in his and waving it in the air mockingly, "You're just jealous that this isn't you, isn't that right?"
Ichigo's brown eyes narrowed into a glare, but he didn't respond to the taunt. Instead, he gathered up his things, and moved to the other side of the classroom without a word.
"Touchy."
Ulquiorra frowned, slapping the other man's arm.
"Ow, shit! What the fuck was that for?"
"It isn't kind to provoke people like that."
"So I have to be nice now?"
"I don't want him to be upset."
Grimmjow shook his head, then he leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I'll take it easy then… For you."
Ichigo was fuming.
Yesterday… Yesterday was his chance.
His one and only chance, and he blew it to smithereens.
Yesterday, after school, he was going to tell Ulquiorra how he felt. After two years of hopelessly crushing on the standoffish boy, he had finally gathered up the courage to tell him how he'd grown to love his stoic nature. How, despite his composure, whenever Ichigo teased him enough, he'd blush and call him an idiot. He would tolerate being near him despite the fact that he'd made it clear that the human race was probably his least favorite of beings to exist, as he said many times. But he let Ichigo into his little box. Well… It was more like he demanded entrance, as Ulquiorra fought like hell to avoid him. But he was persistent, you know? The boy was still kind to him, in his own way.
However…
Once he finally found Ulquiorra, he was smacking lips with Grimmjow.
He'd been devastated and a little furious. He was mad at himself, mad at Grimmjow, but not Ulquiorra. He could never be mad at the petite boy, even if he did crush him to pieces…
And what made everything even worse was when he tried to ask him about what happened, Grimmjow had to come in and flaunt himself off, the arrogant piece of shit. Then he had the nerve to act like he was jealous that he wasn't in Ulquiorra's position!
"You dumbass." He scoffed quietly under his breath, "It's you I'm jealous of…"
After all, just because he'd fallen victim to Grimmjow's charms once or twice didn't mean that he was actually attracted to the delinquent.
At least, not in the way he was attracted to Ulquiorra… If anything, what happened between him and Grimmjow was stress relief to get his mind off of the stoic boy he'd fallen so badly for.
The thing he was worried about the most between the two of them didn't concern himself. In fact, he was worried for Ulquiorra's sake. Not because he was the tiniest bit jealous. Grimmjow was an asshole, and asshole with charms, yes, but an asshole nonetheless.
He had a habit of getting into a person's pants and then dropping them like flies. He knew first hand, after all.
Ulquiorra wasn't the type of person to let people into his personal box, so whatever Grimmjow did must have been extremely significant to worm his way into his thick layer of trust. And when Grimmjow gets what he wants from the boy and hurts him like that… Ulquiorra would be crushed…
He couldn't let that happen.
"Ulquiorra!"
Ulquiorra paused in his step as he heard his name being shouted from down the hall, and he turned to find Ichigo running towards him.
"What is it, Kurosaki? You seem to be rather frantic."
"Where's Grimmjow?" Ichigo avoided his question and looked around over his shoulder nervously.
"He's not here…" Grimmjow had a funny habit of disappearing on some days randomly and without informing him of anything.
"Good, I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Come this way." Ichigo put a hand gently on his shoulder and lead him down to the end of the hallway. This particular hallway was constructed as a connector between two others, so from where they stood at this corner, they would be able to see if anyone were to come from either direction.
"It's just… Uh…" Ichigo faltered, hesitance screaming with his body language as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"If you're going to waste my time then-"
"No!" Ichigo blurted, keeping him from leaving the fumbling idiot standing there by himself.
"Just give me a minute, okay?"
Ulquiorra waited for the teen to compose himself, and when he did, he sighed and met his eyes with a determined look. It reminded him of the look Grimmjow gave him when he kissed him the other day, and it made him rather uncomfortable.
"It's about Grimmjow. I know that whatever he did must have been really important if you… Accepted him as your boyfriend." The words he spoke were gritted through his teeth, almost as if it literally pained him. "I just wanted you to be careful around him… No matter how sweet he is at first, how kind he appears to be, he isn't sincere. He only wants to date you so that he can fuck you, Ulquiorra."
His last words came in a blunt statement that had him flinching visibly.
"And with the predicament you have at home, I know that's the last thing you need." He finished quickly.
"Grimmjow… Would not do that."
"Ulquiorra…"
"People aren't that heartless!" He snapped back, unwilling to restrain the surge of anger that bubbled within him.
"Believe me when I say, he isn't as kind as he appears." Ichigo stressed, frowning at him now. "I speak from experience, Ulquiorra…"
The worry he felt was seeping into his tone of voice now, Ulquiorra could hear it palpably. It was the only thing that kept him from releasing any pent up fury back at the orange-haired man in front of him. Instead, he remained silent, simply listening to the words the boy spoke to him. Though, it was almost as if Ichigo was speaking through a filter, as he didn't hear everything fully.
Lies… It has to be all lies…
"But I suppose I do have a bit of a hidden motive behind telling you all this," Ichigo laughed bitterly, his tone abruptly altering from a concerned friend to bitter and warped with something else that he couldn't quite distinguish. It drove his attention immediately and tore him from his stupor. "I've been in love with you for about two years now. Did you know that, Ulquiorra? Ah… Judging from your expression, I'm guessing you didn't."
"I… Don't… I…" He stammered out a useless response, unable to fully process all the information that had been shoved to him.
"It's okay." Ichigo smiled kindly at him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him into his chest. "You can still be with him if that's really what you want right now. I understand how stubborn you can be, and I know it's not my say. I just want you to be careful, okay?"
Ulquiorra nodded stiffly, unable to do much else.
Ulquiorra took Ichigo's words to heart. After all, the other boy considered him a close friend, and he was positive that he wouldn't lie to him, especially not over something as serious as that.
He'd been in a relationship with Grimmjow for a few weeks now, but if you asked him, it wasn't much of a relationship if he couldn't trust the other man for more than a split second.
Even if Grimmjow was an utter sweetheart to him… He'd hold doors open for him, text him small, cute things, give him little notes and gifts at school, around all their piers, despite his obvious discomfort… Hell, he even tolerated Ulquiorra's standoffishness. It was enough for him, really.
Ulquiorra sighed as he opened the door to his apartment.
"You're late boy." A voice snapped from the other side of the room, and he closed his eyes tightly. He'd been so caught up that he hadn't been paying attention to the time, or whether or not Aizen would even be home today.
"My deepest apologies."
"Come here." The man dismissed his words immediately, uncaring as to anything he had to say for himself.
"Not tonight… Please, not tonight." He murmured, clutching desperately at the hem of his shirt.
"Now!" Aizen barked, raising from the couch. Ulquiorra could practically smell the reek of alcohol from here.
He took a deep breath and took reluctant steps foreword.
It was just another day…
"Ulquiorra!"
He jerked immediately out of his thoughts to find Ichigo standing in front of him. "What's wrong…?"
"It's nothing." He dismissed, turning away from the redhead.
"Ulquiorra… Your dad… He didn't…"
"It's happens a lot. It's nothing to broadcast or worry about."
Ichigo looked at him with vehement shock and anger, but he didn't get an opportunity to say anything else as his dismay was drowned the moment Grimmjow brought himself into their conversation, sweeping him aside as he placed a kiss on his boyfriend's head.
"So what's going on here?"
"Nothing." Ulquiorra insisted, and luckily, Grimmjow left it at that.
"Okay." He said, his ignorant grin still taking over more than half of his face.
A few minutes later, it was just the two of them, skipping class, by the locker rooms. He didn't know what possessed him to skip with his personal delinquent, but here he was…
"Hey… Grimmjow?"
"Hm?" Sharp blue eyes turned to him, the azure-haired man's attention granted.
"Can I come home with you tonight…?"
His voice was so quiet that as the silenced droned between them, he wondered if Grimmjow had even heard him. Or perhaps he shouldn't have asked at all? What if Grimmjow's house was worse than his?
"Or, uhm, if that's not okay then-"
"Why?"
Ulquiorra blinked at the sudden question, and he stared back into those ocean-blue eyes for a moment before he frowned deeply and turned his eyes to the tiled floor.
"I just don't want to go home."
"What makes you think that my house is any better? Why's your place so bad?"
Ulquiorra shook his head, and he infuriatingly answered the man's question with a question of his own.
"I'll explain at your house?"
So that's how he ended up sitting next to Grimmjow. On his bed. In his house… It actually wasn't too bad. It was just a normal apartment, not much furniture, though.
"Do you live alone?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah." The other man answered just as quietly.
"I'm sorry."
Grimmjow just chuckled. "I get by. Maybe things will be less lonely with you around…" He leaned in, placing a kiss on his neck, working his lips slowly against the smooth skin, freshly white after previous bruises faded.
Terror blossomed in his chest, sprouting rapidly to the rest of his body and paralyzing him in place.
"Gr-Grimmjow, I-I can't…" He whispered, voice hoarse.
The other boy wasn't paying attention to him; his lips were working devotedly on his throat, while his hands wandered down to his legs, smoothing over his thighs in feather-light touches.
Was Ichigo right? Was Grimmjow really just using him?
You fucking idiot.
"Grimmjow, stop!"
The terror that previously grappled him in place burst into full-out panic, and he lashed out, shoving his so-called boyfriend away and off the bed. He fell on his ass with a thud, seeming furious when he looked back up at the boy for pulling a stunt like that. But once he looked back up, he was speechless.
"I…. I can't have sex with you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay? I just, I can't.. It's just that.. I-I-I…" He was losing control, and that much was attested to how easily he was breaking down into pitiful sobs, vainly trying to rub them away from his reddened eyes.
"Whoa, Ulquiorra, what the fuck?" Grimmjow looked perplexed as to why the other man was so terrified, he didn't seem to understand anything, the idiot. He felt a hand graze against his cheek, but this time, instead of slapping him away, he smothered his face into his jacket. Ulquiorra clung onto the other man as if for dear life, trying to stifle his horrid, horrid sobs.
Once he finally managed to compose himself, he spoke in a quiet and unsteady voice.
Aaaaaaaaaaa, okay guys. This is probably the longest chapter I've written in this story so far. And hey, you remember back a few chapters ago when I said this wasn't going to be a happy story? Oh, and hey, you remember last chapter when I said things are gonna escalate quickly soon? Yes, uhm, prepare yourself for the next chapter. I'll see you guys next week~