Whoops! : I swore I only posted chapter 5. You guys weren't supposed to see all those chapters ^^; Please disregard them, as I'll have to post them all in order anyway. Sorry about that.
Memorial Day... or the day before it ^^; My family has a cookout the day before to celebrate. I have a sneaking suspicion it's because they all want to laze about the next day ;p I baked a blueberry pie and made homemade guacamole! XD I really don't want to take the later, it just tastes too good to share! And I'm not being arrogant just because I made it... I really, really, really like homemade guacomole. I don't know why, but it just tastes better =) This is only the second batch I made, the first didn't have enough guacamole so it tasted really salty. I mixed all the ingredients together in another bowl and then fixed the avocados, but the avocados were the small ones. I needed the bigger ones. Usually, we go to a restaurant to get the good stuff XD Anyway, enough about food, you guys are here for the fic!
Shiro: I want food. *drooling with pleading eyes*
Vae: Awe, okay! XD *gives Shiro large helping of chips and guacomole*
Grimm: Well, if anything that'll shut him up for a bit. XD
Ichi: Blissful silence! It's been so long since I heard it! It's wonderful! =D
Chapter 5
Ichigo calms down before breakfast is served, getting dressed as Grimmjow watches. He's just too exhausted to be embarrassed. The blue haired man hasn't left Ichigo's side since the shower scare, determined not to let it happen again.
"Master Jaegerjaques?" Sebastian calls from the other side of the bedroom door. "You called for me, sir?"
"Come on in, Sebastian," Grimmjow sighs.
Ichigo pulls on his shirt and backs away to sit next to Grimmjow. The butler steps into the room and shuts the door, turning to face the flat expression his charge now has. He knows this look, it's the one Grimmjow used to use growing up… the one where he wanted answers and nothing would stop him from getting them.
"Ah, young master reveals himself," Sebastian chuckles. "What answers may I give you this morning, young master?"
"Who has the room next to us?" Grimmjow frowns.
"… I'm sorry, sir?"
"The room next to us, the one that shares our bathroom… who is assigned it?"
"No one has that room, Master Jaegerjaques. It's empty. It has been since you all boarded the train, I always make sure you and your friends have your own coach car," the butler comments in surprise. "Why? Is there a problem, sir?"
Grimmjow goes on to explain everything they've been through, trying to recall anything that may involve this strange stalker. Sebastian is visibly irritated at the news, berating himself inwardly for letting someone get passed his meticulous checks. What's more, Ichigo might've been injured had that shower door not jammed.
"I apologize profusely, Master Jaegerjaques. I will see to it that it doesn't happen again. You two can rest easy tonight, I'm moving into the room beside yours. I'm a light sleeper, nothing will get past me."
"Thank you so much, Sebastian," Ichigo sighs in relief. "Hey, do you think the chef will allow us to eat now? I know it's still a little while before breakfast will be served…"
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Grimmjow murmurs.
He's been sitting with Ichigo in his arms, his chin atop the other's head. Now they're getting up, moving toward the door with Sebastian. He allows them to leave the room, closing the door afterward and heading back into the other coach car to move his things.
Grimmjow and Ichigo are quiet as they head to the restaurant car, slipping through the salon between without hassle. When they reach the area they're looking for, Ichigo finds the door locked and frowns. His stomach rumbles and Grimmjow chuckles at him. the larger man pulls a key from around his neck, one Ichigo hasn't seen before now, and unlocks the door.
"… Where'd you get that?" Ichigo wonders.
"Don't worry about it, let's go before you starve."
The orange head huffs in annoyance, yet doesn't press the subject. He knows it doesn't do much to argue with Grimmjow, the blue haired asshole will just completely clam up and Ichigo will never get the answers he wants. The two head into the restaurant car, Grimmjow locking the doors after they pass through. The larger man leads Ichigo back to the kitchen area. He knocks on the door, tapping his foot as he waits, and Ichigo tilts his head in question.
"I told you, Sebastian, I don't want to be disturbed before I serve breakfast! What do you want now?" the chef shouts in a French accent as he pulls the door open. "Oh! Master Jaegerjaques! I'm so sorry; I didn't know it was you. What can I do for you, sir?"
"My companion has gone through a pretty bad scare this morning and would like to eat breakfast early," Grimmjow states. "I'll be with him; I don't want him alone after what happened. I'm sorry for messing with your schedule, but…"
"No, no, it's no problem at all," the tall thin man comments. "I'll have plates ready for you in only a moment. Please, go have a seat. I'll wait on you myself."
"Thanks a lot, Pierre."
They're ushered toward the tables; Grimmjow and Ichigo sit at the one nearest to the kitchen. Though the orangette is sorry for messing up the typical schedule, he needs to work on his novel and he needs some time alone. If he skips breakfast, Shiro will have a conniption and demand to know what's bothering him. It's best to eat and leave before he shows up.
The food is brought out by Pierre, set before the two as the chef glances between his customers. He's known Grimmjow as long as Sebastian has, so he's aware how taken the youth is with Ichigo. Grimmjow would never go out of his way for anyone else.
"Enjoy," he grins widely.
Ichigo watches the man retreat into the kitchen, picking up his fork and digging into the food brought. It's French toast covered in fruit, eggs on the side with bacon. Grimmjow watches him eat, his elbow on the table and his fist on his cheek as he leans against it. The stare unnerves the orange head.
"… Why are you staring at me?" he asks quietly.
"You're so cute," Grimmjow sighs.
"… It was just sex, Grimmjow."
"It was mind-blowing sex, bunny," the other grins stupidly. "That's totally different from the everyday run of the mill sex. Mind-blowing sex has a special quality you just never want to let go of."
Ichigo rolls his eyes at that, sighing before finishing up his breakfast. Grimmjow grins at the other, though it falls when Ichigo clears his plate and stands. The larger man's hand darts forward and grips his companion's wrist. At first, Ichigo doesn't understand why Grimmjow's stopping him.
"Um… I need to work on my novel…"
"You'll stay with me until I finish," Grimmjow states firmly. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, not after what happened! Now just sit down and wait a bit longer."
"You should've eaten instead of staring at me," the orange head snaps.
Grimmjow tugs, effectively seating Ichigo again. Whereas he wants nothing more than to kick Grimmjow's shin and leave anyway, but the thought of the fear he was drowning in before keeps him in place. The blue haired man can tell something is bothering Ichigo, so he dares to venture into that area.
"What is it? You seem really bothered."
"… I was so afraid before," he murmurs. "I shouldn't have been that scared, I should've done something!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Grimmjow frowns. "There wasn't much for you to do while locked in the shower stall anyway."
"I know, but… I shouldn't have been so scared. I've faced far worse than someone trying to cop a feel in my shower. It's just… all I could think about was when I was fourteen and Shiro pissed off that gang."
Grimmjow stops for a moment, tilting his head in question. Shiro's pissed off about every small and large gang within every area he's ever lived, starting from when he turned eight. It's no easy task to pick apart which gang is being spoken of. Ichigo seems to pick up the problem immediately.
"They weren't well known for much more than the occasional rape, ransom and sex slave trade," he explains. "Our friend Orihime was captured by them. Shiro went to save her and effectively put their entire operation out of business. They were so pissed with him that they sent one of the few that weren't arrested to punish him… but mistook me for my twin. They ambushed me in the shower, dragged me into the bedroom, and tied me to the bed. They toyed with me for a bit, trying to decimate my pride and shit like that. When they were just unzipping their pants to finish the job, Shiro returned from the store and went berserk."
"I remember him telling me something about that," Grimmjow remarks. "It took you a month to shower on your own from what he said. If you ask me, you took the encounter this morning like a champ. Don't feel so bad, okay? We all have our problems and our fears, we all have those memories that sting so deep they affect us every day, it's nothing to be ashamed of… it's what makes us who we are."
Ichigo can't help but smile a bit at that, his anger at himself easing. Grimmjow is right, though he'll never admit it to the other. The orange head sighs and waits until the other is done eating, the two heading back to their room afterward.
The rain is still pouring down in buckets outside, Ichigo's depression only growing with the sound. He's in the room trying to write, taking up the bottom bunk while Grimmjow lounges in the top. Sebastian had cleaned up the room personally, which only served to embarrass Ichigo further. Come to find out, the old butler is used to doing such things for Grimmjow.
"I know!" Ichigo says suddenly. "You're the bastard son of a rich guy!"
"… What?" Grimmjow questions in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"The reason that butler calls you 'Master Jaegerjaques'. It's because you're the bastard son of a rich guy! That's it, isn't it?"
"Why would you think that?"
"I don't know… because you can be quite the bastard…"
Grimmjow snorts in humor at Ichigo's confused explanation. Ichigo sets his laptop aside and stands on his bunk to look at Grimmjow, the larger male pillowing his head in his arms as he closes his eyes. When he doesn't answer right away, the orange haired male pokes his side.
"That's right, isn't it?" he repeats.
"That's wrong."
"But… why else would you have lived in that rundown apartment with that shitty ass car before you hit it big?" Ichigo huffs. "Or are you really just fucking with me and you really did hire that guy to carry your bags?"
"I happened to like that apartment, it was comfortable. That shitty ass car was very reliable and I took damn good care of it, by the way," Grimmjow points out lazily. "As for Sebastian, I didn't hire him he works for the train."
"Gah! Why the fuck won't you tell me why they all bow down to you!" Ichigo shouts in exasperation. "I've known you since before junior high! I should know the answer to this!"
Grimmjow grins, yet bites back the laughter that's just begging to sound. If it's one thing he's learned about Ichigo, the orangette is the most curious thing he's ever come across. He tries to use a certain amount of caution that his twin lacks, but in the end he'd do just about anything to quell that inquisitiveness.
"How about you hop on up here and play with me, then I'll think about telling you what you want to know."
"How about you kiss my ass," Ichigo glowers.
"I would like to do so much more to that tight ass than just kiss it."
Ichigo grumbles beneath his breath, dropping back down onto his bunk. The rain outside is driving him crazy; he just wants to burrow beneath the blankets and stay there until it stops. With a deep sigh, Ichigo shuts down his computer and does just that. Grimmjow leans over the edge of his bunk, watching the younger man tuck himself in a cocoon of cloth. He shakes his head and hops down to join Ichigo.
"Come here, sex bunny," he murmurs.
Ichigo scoots over, yet doesn't emerge from his cocoon. Grimmjow smirks a bit at that, lying down and pulling the other close. He starts pulling at the blanket, ignoring the whining complaints of the writer within it. Once Ichigo is free of it… he starts on the clothes. His lips take Ichigo's before he can complain, one hand digging into the front of the orangette's pants.
"Ah!"
Grimmjow grins happily at the reaction, yet he's surprised when Ichigo kicks him off the bed. Startled and confused cyan orbs fall upon angered amber. Ichigo doesn't know whether to be pissed or aroused, the fight clear within his eyes.
"Oh, come on, you're not doing anything else productive," Grimmjow points out. "A little make out before sex seems like a great idea."
"To you! But that's because you're a fucking nympho!" Ichigo snaps. "Unlike you, I don't need to have sex every five minutes! If you're so hot to fuck, go talk to another passenger!"
"… But… I want to fuck you."
"What for? You already got in my pants last night; do you really need to bother me further than that? I thought you tossed your partners after screwing them sufficiently."
Grimmjow frowns and crawls back on the bed, but this time he doesn't touch Ichigo. Out of all the people that might not buy into all the gossip, he thought for sure Ichigo would be one to turn the other cheek. He takes a deep breath, staring at the floor in contemplation before glancing toward Ichigo.
"You really believe all that shit?" he wonders. "I mean… I was pretty loose in high school, but I grew out of that. Besides, I may have dated a lot then, but I didn't sleep with them all. They were all talk, you know that. They were just pissed off I didn't find them attractive enough to fuck."
"Grimmjow, I… I didn't mean that," Ichigo assures regretfully. "I was just… angry. You just… you piss me off so bad! I don't really know what you want from me, or why you keep acting like you do, or even how much I can rely on you for something serious… I'm not even sure I want something serious…"
"I get it," Grimmjow sighs. "We're fucked up and we just can't seem to see eye to eye, that's not too different from any other day. I guess what I'm trying to say is… everybody needs a little fun in their life, Ichigo, even you. I'd like to be that fun while you're looking."
Ichigo can only stare at the feral grin, so sure of himself at that moment. Honestly, the orange head would like nothing more than to punch that smug face… which would only serve to provide fun in the way of fighting. It's odd, how it doesn't matter what they're doing together; fighting, arguing, fucking… it's all fun as long as they're together. He rolls his eyes and allows Grimmjow to lay down with him again. They can here Sebastian organizing his things in the other room… hopefully this is the last of their strange stalker.
Lust is finally finished! I finished it yesterday, it's 15 chapters long =) I'm hoping to finish Nowhere next, that way I can move onto the next request. I can't guess the amount of chapters to go, however, as it's a request and only has 3 pages per. Sorry about that ^^; After I'm caught up with those, I'll try and get back into Hunter and Born. I know I left off at a pretty bad spot there, I apologize for that. I hadn't really noticed where I ended ^^;
Shiro: Way ta go! Now I gotta deal wit Grimmy shittin' bricks 'bout Ichi gettin' kidnapped! DX
Grimm: *sets level gaze on Shiro* Me? Oh no, my friend, you're the one having a coniption. I know that little vixen can take care of himself.
Ichi: *sighs* Let's just hope the next chapter is finished soon. I don't think I can handle more arguing from him.
Vae: Will do! *salutes Ichi*