Rayne sat in the living room with his arms folded and glaring at the tv. He waited for Grimmjow to finish feeding his pet. He had been there for over two hours and Grimmjow had said nothing the whole time. He seemed to always have an excuse to go do something else. He heard footsteps coming his way. "So what do you want?" This was unbelievable. First he ditches work for nearly a week. Then he answers the phone, just to say he's been home the whole time. Now he's acting like nothing happened. What kind of joke was he playing?
"You serious right now?" Grimmjow drops down next to Rayne and slouched against the sofa. "What the hell happened?" Rayne asked his obviously troubled friend. "Nothin."
"Bullshit." Rayne claimed. "You haven't cursed me out since I got you. You've been frowning the whole time. You're too damn calm for nothing to be wrong." Grimmjow shrugged. "The hell do you care?"
"If I didn't care I wouldn't be here. I'd let your sorry ass get fired and take the spotlight. You're, my friend….My only friend." Rayne answered while looking at Grimmjow, who only sat there and looked at the blank tv. "Everyone else are just coworkers or gym partners. Nothing more and it's the same the other way around."
"You expect me to sympathize with you?" Rayne glared at the stubborn man and punched him in the face. The force knocked him off the couch. Grimmjow held his cheek and glared at Rayne. "No, you dumbass. I want you to snap out of your damn funk and be yourself again, you idiot." He walked over and gripped the front of Grimmjow's shirt. He pulled him to his feet. "The normal Grimmjow wouldn't let me get this far. You're pathetic." Rayne threw Grimmjow to the ground.
Pantera watched from the kitchen, but didn't move an inch. "You have one more week before they decide to replace you. I'm going for a drink." Rayne slammed the door behind him, leaving Grimmjow on the floor to rub his cheek.
xXx
Rayne had been in the bar playing drinking games and having fun. He sat at a table in front of another man, taking shots. They were surrounded by everyone at the bar. So far they took three shots of tequila, five shots of cherry bomb, and two shots of fireball whiskey. The man he was competing against was piss drunk, but Rayne was tipsy. He had a lot more experience with drinking games than this man. He was winning and everyone could see it. "Are you sure you can go on, Johnny?" The bartender asked the drunk competitor. He waved the bartender off. "Coooome onnnnnn. Jusssst give it ta me." The bartender sighed and set down one more shot of fireball in front of the two.
Rayne drunk his as if it was a glass of water. And set the cup upside down. The drunk man smiled lifted the glass to his mouth. It suddenly dropped to the floor and the man dropped his head onto the table. Snoring could be heard coming from the table. Rayne folded his arms and smirked as everyone in the bar cheered.
After paying his and the other man's tab, he walked out of the bar. He looked to the sky as he thought about where he wanted to go. Should he go home or should he go back to Grimmjow's and crash there. Since the shoot had been cancelled, they were free for a week. Maybe Grimmjow cheered up and was ready to kick his ass. He decided to walk back to the apartment. As he walked, he began to stumble his vision was turning hazy. All that alcohol must have finally hit his system. He used the wall to walk down the alleyway, which was a short cut to get there quicker. Of course he wasn't aware of the men following him. He tried his best to keep moving, but it became harder to do as he kept on moving forward. Still holding onto the wall, he pulled out his phone and called Grimmjow. His phone rang, but this time, he didn't pick up, so he left a message. "Grim. I fucked up. Can you help me out? I just left Shane's ba-" Before his could finish, something was slammed against his head and he fell to the ground unconscious.
xXx
Grimmjow sat on the sofa looking up at his ceiling. Images flashed through his mind and he tried pushing them away, but they were persistent. Rayne had been gone for at least three hours. He shouldn't be out there drinking, yet he went anyway. Stupid idiot. His phone rang and it was Rayne. Instead of answering, he let it go straight to voicemail. He played the voicemail. "Grim. I fucked up." Grimmjow scoffed. 'No shit.' "Can you help me out? I just left Shane's ba-" Rayne suddenly stopped talking and that worried Grimmjow, but the message kept going. He heard a clanking sound and a few voices.
"Get his phone you idiot."
"Maybe the guy he was talking to will wanna play too."
"Shut up, dumbass. It was sent to voicemail." The message ended and Grimmjow scrambled to his feet. He grabbed his shoes and jacket by the door. He slammed the door behind him, leaving Pantera confused. Blue eyes looked at the floor by the sofa. He dropped his phone.
xXx
Grimmjow ran down the street looking for his idiot friend. He was only slightly relieved that Rayne called. He remembered that Rayne said he left the bar, so he started there. He bursts through the door and all eyes were on him. "Can I help you?" The bartender asked while cleaning the glasses
"I'm looking for a friend. Brown hair, purple eyes." The bartender nods. "Yeah. He's been here a few times. He was here about twenty minutes ago. He usually goes through the alley to get home on time. He calls when he gets home, but he didn't this time." The bartender answered with a worried expression. "Thanks." Grimmjow ran out of the bar and headed to the nearest alley. From the entrance, he could see several men huddled over something.
From the gap, he could see a white shirt and a tan ass. 'Shit.' One of the men moved slightly and he got a better view. There on the wet ground, was a man with his wrists tied above his head and a white gag tied around his mouth. One naked leg was crossed over the other, trying to hide his package. The front of his shirt was ripped open and hands pinched his nipples. He squirmed around, trying to get away from the offending hands. Another pair of hands pried open his legs and other hands caressed his body all over. Scared desperate eyes locked with shocked blue eyes. Old memories forced their way back to the surface and he held his head as if he had a headache. 'Dammit. Go away.' He could hear muffled screams coming from the group.
"You can't be here." Grimmjow peeked through his fingers and looked at a man that smelled of piss and alcohol. "Unless ya wanna join." The man's words were slurred and he held out his arms as if that would stop Grimmjow. Grimmjow punched the stranger in the face and he landed a few inches away from the group, but they paid it no mind. He hurried over to the group and pushed a few of them out of the way. There was a man in between Rayne's legs, pushing fingers through his tight entrance. "Come on kid. Just let me in. I promise I'll be gentle." All Grimmjow saw was red as he picked the man up and threw him against the wall. The man slid to the ground and slumped to the side unconscious. The others attacked and Grimmjow took them all out.
xXx
Rayne watched his friend continuously punch the last man in the face until it was completely unrecognizable. He called to his friend, but the gag in his mouth made it hard to be understood. With one final punch, Grimmjow dropped the man and looked right at Rayne. Many emotions swirled in those cyan blue eyes. , hatred, betrayal, and worry. Grimmjow stood to his feet and hurried over Rayne's side. Instead of untying him, he picked him up bridal style and carried him to the apartment.
Rayne protested, trying to get out of his hold and screaming at the older man. "Shut up. Nothing's gonna happen and no one's gonna see ya." Rayne could only glare at Grimmjow, but stopped moving. Rayne was incredibly drowsy and could barely keep his eyes open. "Go to sleep already? You'll feel better if you. I promise you that."