Chapter 5: Rough Day?

"Be my slave."

That was what he had told him. In order for Ichigo's brother to keep his job Ichigo had to become Grimmjow's slave.

At first, of course, he thought it was some kind of sick joke.

"What the fuck are you playing at? Be your slave? What kind of sick joke is that?"

"I'm not joking. You want your brother to keep his job then become my slave. You do anything I ask no matter the consequences, well until we graduate anyways. Oh and you can't tell anyone. And you will do what I ask without any hesitation. Even if I ask you to stand still while I kick your ass."

Grimmjow had said all that to him with that annoying smug grin of his that made Ichigo want to just throttle him to death.

"Excuse me? Is this the music club?" Ichigo asked as he entered the class he left his saxophone.

"Why yes! Are you here to join?" A male student with a skinny stature and nervous attitude asked. He was facing the rest of the class so Ichigo guessed he was the president. There were just five other students in the room. Three seemed to be first years while the remaining two looked like they were in third year.

"Yeah. I'm new. Sorry if I was inter-"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Let me in Berry." Grimmjow cut him off as he pushed his way into the room.

"Oh yeah and I'll be calling you Berry from now on. It's kinda how a master can give a name to their new pet."

Now that really pissed him off but he couldn't do anything because...Shiro.

Grimmjow had decided to go with Ichigo to his club because he didn't have a club of his own and was bored.

"O-Oh...i-it's Grimmjow-sama. Y-y-you want t-t-to join t-too?" The skinny boy from before suddenly turned very pale and had a very bad stutter. Ichigo understood that Grimmjow was intimidating but the kid was looking at him like Grimmjow was a Death itself.

Grimmjow didn't even acknowledge the kid's presence, he instead went towards a couple of desks, pushed them together, dropped his bag and laid on it and before any of them knew it, Grimmjow was lightly snoring away.

"Well uhm yes. So uh what's your name and what can you do music wise?" The skinny kid asked, color coming back to his cheeks and his stutter almost fully gone.

Ichigo wanted to scold Grimmjow for his behavior but he knew how risky that was. That and he was just ridiculously tired of everything at the moment.

"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. I play the saxophone and sing...a little." Ichigo nearly winced at the singing part. He was told he was good but...he didn't really like singing. It reminded him of his mother.

"I'm Hanataro Zeraki. I'm the president though I'm just a second year."

The people in the room looked at him, impressed but he always seemed to get that look when he mentions he plays the saxophone. Is it honestly that rare to find someone that plays it?

"Do you like play jazz music?" Hanataro asked excitedly. He thought of jazz music as something beautiful in its own right.

"Yeah basically." Ichigo answered with a shrug of indifference.

"You should demonstrate! We'd all like to hear an actual jazz player! We're all only good with classical music so this is new for us." The president asked trying to hide how badly he wanted to hear the senior play. Music was and forever will be his greatest passion.

"I don't really feel like it today. Maybe another ti-"

"Berry. Play the fucking instrument." Grimmjow's voice startled the class, Ichigo included, because they all thought he was fast asleep. His eyes were even still closed.

"I'm not hearing any music Berry. Why is that?" Grimmjow asked opening one eye to look at him with smugness and contempt.

Ichigo clenched his jaw and said nothing. He just opened the closet at the back of the class, brought out his case then proceeded into bringing out the gold colored instrument that he treasured immensely. It belonged to his loud and always happy dad so he treated it with the utmost care.

He checked to see he had all his fingers in the right face as he was put on the spotlight.

"Gonna be playing the sax solo of 'You'd be nice to Come Home To' by Art Pepper...not that any of you know who he is so yeah." Ichigo said feeling slightly nervous, not even because he was being watched by the members of the club but because Grimmjow was suddenly staring at him intensely with those intimidating blue eyes of his.

"Play already." Grimmjow commanded calmly though on the inside he was having the urge to just rip his skin if it'd make his new slave play the damn thing and kill his overpowering curiosity.

"Here goes." Ichigo sighed out before he placed his mouth on the mouthpiece and...

...He totally blew minds.

The way he played, it was mesmerizing, it made you feel like you were there in the 40s or something. It just sounded so good. Ichigo wasn't even thinking about anyone or anything at that moment. It was just him and the sweet sound of jazz.

The amazing sound of the instrument in Ichigo's hands was being drifted down the hallways and the people close by stopped what they were doing to listen to the new music.

Ichigo, with his eyes closed, would stop occasionally and nod, as if there was some kind of imaginary beat in his head that nobody else in the room could or would hear, and then he was off again. Nobody even noticed the audience Ichigo had gathered at the door.

Grimmjow actually found himself tapping his foot to the sounds around him. It was just that good, so good it could even relax Grimmjow. One thing was for sure, he's going to make his new slave play for him personally.

And then it was over all too soon. Ichigo sighed as he stopped playing. Next thing he knows, people were clapping all around him making him finally open his eyes and look around like he completely forgot where he was.

"That was amazing! You're really good!" A random short girl with cropped Raven hair said excitedly from the door.

"Rukia-senpai's right! You were amazing!" Hanataro gushed completely mesmerized as were the other people in the class and outside the door.

The girl grinned up at Ichigo and Ichigo could immediately tell she was a good person. He could tell this from the way she just smiled.

"I'm Rukia Kuchiki. My brother owns theatres all over Japan and some abroad so I know good music when I hear it. And you? You've got talent!" She said enthusiastically.

"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Uh I'm honestly not that good. You should hear my brother on the piano. He's a jazz genius." Ichigo said, a small smile on his face at the thought of his brother's music.

Grimmjow wanted to actually say good job to the new kid but then he saw Ichigo smile at the short haired girl, when all he gave Grimmjow were glares and scowls, and he suddenly felt this dirty emotion he couldn't explain but it really pissed him off.

"Talk about shitty talent. Do the world a favor and throw that instrument of death away before you ruin it anymore. I feel by bad for your mum, giving birth to such a talentless shit." Grimmjow had no idea where those words came from but they were out before he could even think of stopping himself.

Some girls that wanted to be in their Dark Prince's good graces joined in on the teasing.

"What the hell kind of music was that anyways? Commoner crap is just disgusting."

"Ugh I bet if we'd asked him if he knew Mozart he'd answer 'Is that the cashier at McDs?' Utterly worthless."

"I feel bad for your mother just like Grimmjow-kun does. What a disappointment of a son." And it all just went on.

Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! I didn't mean that. Fuck his music was so good it made me want to smile. Ah fucking idiot Grimmjow.

Grimmjow felt like a major asshole for what he said but no way was he going to apologize in front of all these people. Appearances are everything.

"How dare you?! Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez you're such an asshole!" Rukia yelled looking truly pissed off. The others didn't say anything for fear of pissing off their Dark Prince. They wanted to defend the obviously talented musician but they didn't want to be hated by Grimmjow so they just kept quiet.

Well except Rukia of course.

"You wouldn't know real fucking talent if it beat you in the face!" The girl growled, fists clenched as if wanting to fight.

"Shut the fuck up midget. Still mad at me for fucking you then breaking your heart?" Grimmjow mocked, sounding bored, as he looked at the raven with a lazy look.

"SHUT UP! You're a horrible person!" Rukia yelled looking on the verge of tears but held it in as she glared at the man that hurt her.

"Don't talk to me like that. Hey Berry, you going to let some random girl defend you or-" Grimmjow stopped speaking when he noticed Ichigo's expression.

The orange headed boy looked at Grimmjow like he was looking at his nightmares head on. Grimmjow's and the other students' words had cut deeper than he'd expected and it hurt. It hurt him so bad.

Are they right? Would my mum be disappointed with me? I mean Shiro and I haven't been living morally but we didn't do anything wrong...would she be mad with me because I couldn't protect her? Weak. I was so weak.

Ichigo snapped himself out of his fear induced state and his scowl was back but his eyes...they changed. They seemed almost haunted. Like he had gone through hell and back but was trying to hide it from everyone but Grimmjow noticed it immediately because they were not the same eyes he loathed. They were eyes that scared you.

"Uhm Rukia is it? It's okay. Everyone has their opinions. I don't think many people are jazz fans to begin with so I understand." Ichigo said placing a gentle hand on the girl's shoulders.

"Kurosaki-senpai... I think you played m-magnificently." A girl from the club with short brown hair and freckles said shyly from beside him.

Ichigo smiled, but it was the fakest smile Grimmjow had ever seen, and gently patted the girl's head like one would do to a sibling.

"Thank you so much. That means a lot coming from such a sweet girl." Ichigo answers honestly making the girl blush violently.

"Tsk. What the hell are the lot of you still doing here?! Get the fuck out of our club! All of you none members get lost before I break something." A short girl with lime green colored hair and pinkish eyes growled at everyone that wasn't a member of the club.

They all left but Rukia waited a bit to collect herself. She then looked at Ichigo with a strained smile. "I apologize for my behavior Kurosaki-san. Till we meeting again."

Ichigo smiled and just nodded in response. And she left after that.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" One of Grimmjow's main fan girls argued while flipping her pigtails dramatically. Sadly they were the only ones that didn't leave.

"Name's Lilynette. I don't give a fuck who you are but get out." The little girl argued, an angry tick forming on her head.

The pigtailed girl looked at Grimmjow's direction wistfully. Grimmjow slowly rose his eye wondering why the crazy girl was staring at him like that.

"Is Grimmjow-kun in your club?" The girl asked still looking at Grimmjow.

"Hey blue head!" Lilynette yelled to the fucking asshole. Ichigo just put his instrument in his case, talked to Hanataro about his membership, grabbed his bag and left the room silently. His shift at the construction site started in ten minutes.

"What the fuck? Who you think you're talking to first year?" Grin growled glaring at the girl furiously.

"Stuff it you asshole. Are you in this club or not?" She asked impatiently.

All Grimmjow did was shrug which Lilynette took as a yes.

"Yeah he's a member." She responded tersely. She was pissed. At the blue headed asshole and this group of girls that hit their new senpai's ego as a musician brutally. And he was really good too.

"Then we'll be joining as well." She said with a smirk. The girls behind her nodded happily.

Lilynette looked at Hanataro, begging with her eyes that she can tell them to get lost.

"Sorry Lilynette. We can take in new members as long as we're not at the required limit which is thirty." Hanataro answered apologetically.

The girl's smirk turned into one of triumph. Lilynette wanted to slap it off her face.

"Wait...where did Berry go?" Grimmjow suddenly asked looking around, finally realizing the orange head had left.

"U-Uh h-he had g-gone t-to work, G-Grimmjow-san." Hanataro answered nervously. He remembered what happened to him when he accidentally knocked Grimmjow's things on the ground. He could finally say his locker and clothes didn't smell of trash anymore.

"Really..." Grimmjow said thinking of different ways to punish Ichigo for his rudeness. How dare his slave leave without informing him?

"Well I'm off." Grimmjow said jumping off his resting place, grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

"But clubs isn't over. Ichigo's excuse is valid what's yours huh? No more orange headed new kids to torment?!" Lilynette yelled feeling her temper rise. Why did people have to always try and bring others down? Can't they just leave them be?

"Well duh." Grimmjow answered simply as he looked at her blankly. Then he faced Hanataro nearly making the poor guy piss himself. "You. He tell you where he works?"

"Uhm h-he said a con-construction site...east Karakura I think." Hanataro answered, the fear of being bullied again was eating at him.

"Thanks." Grimmjow says simply before leaving the room.

Lilynette did not like the fucker's attitude. He walked around like he owned the place and the people as well. He used everyone like they were just existing for his amusement. She had seen the way he had treated Hanataro in Middle School and what makes it worse is the fact he's completely forgotten who he was. How many years he had made the poor boy cry, especially other children but nobody spoke about it because they knew who his father was. A man with enough riches to rival royalty. No wonder he thought he was a King.

"Well since Grimmjow-kun isn't here we'll be off. See you...people tomorrow." The pigtailed girl from before said with another hair flip before leaving the room with her lackies.

Thats another thing she hated. The people that worshiped him even though he treated them horribly, like he truly was their King. The guys that idolized him but ended up being the brunt of his jokes, the girls and guys that fall in love with him but end up being used, just some random one-night stand, used like some sex doll. They always seem to just run back to him like loyal dogs.

The whole thing sickened her.

"Lily.." The weak voice of her best friend brought her out of her angry musings.

"Hanataro, are you okay?" She asked taking his hand into hers to help calm him down.

"I...I've been better. Did you see his eyes? He didn't even remember me. The sad little kid that traumatized. Just another face in the crowd." Hanataro said with a watery smile and Lilynette felt pure rage.

"I hope he gets to feel like this but a hundred times worse. I wish for him to be treated like that. Like just some toy to pass time with. I wish for him to feel the unbearable pain of being used by someone you admire." Lilynette seethed through clenched teeth.

"Lily you shouldn't say such things!" The freckled girl from before chastised her friend.

"Yuki I mean it! I even wish for him to fall in love. Fall so desperately hard for someone but then I want that person to step on his heart and spit on it. I want him to suffer. The things he and his friends did to Hanataro haunts him! I want him to have memories that haunt him just the same!" Lilynette yelled, she couldn't help herself.

To her, that fucking Devil needs to suffer. He needs to suffer greatly.

Ichigo was so tired.

He was just walking home from work and it seemed to be past 20:30. He had to lift so many metal and wood bars then fix technicalities then he also had to deal with a group of girls from the public school asking for selfies and phone numbers. He had no idea why, the other guys said it was the jumpsuit but they also had jumpsuits so he was confused why it was just him.

"Damn. I'm so fucking beat." Ichigo murmured to himself as he finally got to the front of his house. He sleepily unlocked the door, not noticing the silhouette that had been standing beside the door the whole time.

"Rough day?" The sound of his voice nearly made Ichigo drop his things. He looked to his right in surprise to see his current bane to his existence.

There was Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez but gone was the uniform. He was wearing yoga pants that hugged his muscular legs perfectly, some simple sneakers and a bright blue hoodie. Ichigo was surprised rich people even had casual clothes.

Ichigo sighed sounding really tired before resting his head on the door. "Give me a break God. Don't I deserve it?" Ichigo mumbled to himself but Grimmjow heard it and his scowl deepened.

"You going to invite me in or not?" Grimmjow asked, his voice laced with hidden rage.

"Look Grimmjow can we do this tomorrow? I'm exhausted right n-"

"I said let me the fuck in." Grimmjow growled as he opened the door himself. He pulled Ichigo and his things in with him, Ichigo too stunned to fight back, and then shut the door, locking it.

"Did I say you can leave without me?" Grimmjow immediately asked, his tone deadly calm. Ichigo glared at him but said nothing, dropping his bag and case into the floor.

"Answer me!" Grimmjow yelled making Ichigo wince slightly with the ferocity of it.

"I had work and I needed to be early." Ichigo answered through clenched teeth.

He hated this. He felt weaker than ever, even worse than that night because that night he was at least free to fight back but in this situation he needs to take whatever Grimmjow dishes out. It was all for Shiro.

"You could've asked!" Grimmjow seethed, he looked like he was barely controlling himself from throwing a punch.

"I...You wanted me to ask you permission to go to work? What the fuck? Are you some sort of sadist?" Ichigo asked, not being able to help himself.

Grimmjow growled. "You're my slave remember. You ask for such thing so do good to remember, slave."

Ichigo just about snapped.

"Fuck you! You fucking control freak. Why me? Cause you're bored? Cause you're sadistic? Ooo I know! You're lonely so you force company! You're so fucking pathetic! A fucking loser! Gah!" Next thing Ichigo knew he was punched brutally on his stomach.

He fell on his knees coughing, the pain in his abdomen was harsh and stinging and it made his eyes water. He looked up at Grimmjow with gritted teeth to try and bare the pain but the next thing he knows he's slapped harshly across the face making him land on the ground on his right side, his left cheek would definitely get a bruise.

He didn't think Grimmjow was this strong. Ichigo was seeing black spots from just a slap.

"Slaves shouldn't be talking like that to their masters. Now get the fuck up." Grimmjow ordered, his voice steel.

Ichigo slowly got up, he wanted to punch the guy, of the urge was overwhelming but then...his brother. Grimmjow surely wouldn't forgive that.

Ichigo took a deep breath, stood up straight even if it hurt, he walked towards his bag and case then he climbed the stairs and entered his room. Not saying a word or giving Grimmjow.

When Grimmjow heard Ichigo's door close he slumped against the wall, slid down to ground, Palm on his face, feeling like the biggest douche bag on the planet.

He had no idea what came over him. He was pissed, yeah, but to go as far as assaulting him in his own home especially when he knew he wouldn't fight back was just crossing some kind of line.

He was waiting for Ichigo, ready to give him some kind of verbal lashing but then...he saw Ichigo in that yellow jumpsuit, only zipped up to his hips' level, white tank top showing off his impressive muscles, abs, chest and toned arms alike and the way his sweat made his skin glow...he just suddenly felt so...frustrated. He just wanted to let it put somehow but not like that.

"Fuck. I'm not like her...no I'm not like her." Grimmjow mumbled to himself, putting his head in his hands as he took deep breaths, trying to dispel the thoughts of his childhood.

"Are you hungry?" The sound of Ichigo's bland voice made Grimmjow look up from his position to see the orange head squatting in front of him, looking at him like some kind of curious puppy.

He had changed his clothes rather quickly to sweatpants and a large T-shirt and no shoes on. He had a bandage over the apparent bruise Grimmjow had given him. The sight made Grimmjow feel like hitting himself with a baseball bat.

He didn't even look angry or anything close to pissed. He just looked at Grimmjow normally, almost friendly.

"I-I'm..." Grimmjow tried apologizing but it just wouldn't come out.

"Soooo...you are hungry? Great. C'mon, I'll warm up Shi-nii's cheese and chicken casserole. While you start to study for Drama class tomorrow." Ichigo said pulling the ragged looking teen off his floor and pulled him towards the kitchen, a book on William Shakespeare's works in his other hand.

Grimmjow's mind wasn't really following everything around him at that moment, when Ichigo held his wrist his mind sorta shut down to the outside world.

His hand's warm. A comforting kind of warmth and gentle...are hands actually this gentle?

"Okay you sit here." Ichigo said pointing to a row of four swiveling chairs in front of the kitchen island. Grimmjow did as he was told, his mind still on the foreign warmth lingering on his wrist.

"Here. Open up the Shakespeare story you like the most." Ichigo said, dropping the book in front of Grimmjow. This snapped Grimmjow out of his stupor and he looked at the book with curiosity then disgust making Ichigo want to chuckle but he didn't because his cheek still stung slightly. Grimmjow had one hell of an arm.

"It's not bad. I personally like Shakespeare. His works are like art with words. All time favorite would be Hamlet though I'm not sure you'd like that one. Hmm what about A Midsummer Night's Dream? That one seems to appeal to people the most. I could walk you through it since I've pretty much memorized everything involving Shakespeare. Even some of his poetry." Ichigo chatted animatedly, an excited spark in his eyes as he spoke about some ancient British writer Grimmjow could give two shits about but Grimmjow listened none the less. He had not thought the orange head could even feel excitement.

"So here it is! Find a section or line you like and memorize it. Simple enough. I'll get the food. Any allergies?" Ichigo asked as he brought out the serving dish of casserole from the fridge. Grimmjow shook his head, he still hasn't really found his voice.

Ichigo hummed a song as he warmed up the food, set up the table with two plates, cutlery, western ones this time, and drinks.

He moved around the kitchen with the grace of a hunter. Grimmjow just kept staring at him, feeling both confused and conflicted. He wasn't even sure what he was conflicted about.

Ichigo seemed strong. Strong enough to even hand him his own ass but yet he wouldn't fight Grimmjow. He wouldn't risk hurting beloved brother. So at that moment Ichigo was weak. Grimmjow never even thought of fighting anyone that was weak so what made him do that? Could he truly be like her?

"Here you go! You're going to love it. Shiro-nii is the best cook you'd ever meet...You didn't even study did you?" Ichigo asked taking the seat beside Grimmjow, pushing a plate of warm food towards Grimmjow as well as the cutlery and drink, which was simply apple juice.

"Thank you for the meal." Ichigo said quietly before he started eating slowly, his cheek still hurt him and Grimmjow noticed.

"Aren't you angry with me?" He finally asked the odd orange head.

Ichigo's hand stopped midway from putting his next forkful of food into his mouth. He put his fork down and closed his eyes then took a deep breath. He turned and looked at Grimmjow with the most heated glare the young heir had ever received. The fire in those eyes made him feel like he was on fire, like there was something about those eyes that set a flame inside him but then he noticed the cool, icy hatred in the eyes. They froze him over for he had not experienced such hate...not since...not since he was a kid.

"I'm plenty pissed at you. I want to punch you so hard that you'd loose some teeth. I want to break you're fucking wrist for even thinking of attacking me. In my own home! When you fucking knew I couldn't fight back! That was cowardly and even I would've expected more from you. I. Fucking. Despise you!" Ichigo got out through clenched teeth, his cheek stinging from the extra strain but he didn't give a shit at that moment.

Grimmjow's eyes widened slightly by the last words but then he hid his emotions as quickly as they appeared, he didn't want Ichigo to know how his words affected him.

"Then why act so...friendly? Why not treat me like I'm some kind of bitch hitter or something?" Grimmjow asks with that same smirk of his but Ichigo could tell it was fake. Like a lot of things he says and does.

"Because believe it or not I don't blame you for acting this way." Ichigo said simply with a shrug as he got back to his food.

Grimmjow looked at him confused. "You don't blame me?" Grimmjow asked to be sure he heard right.

Ichigo nodded then he swallowed before speaking. "I can tell. Through your eyes. You went through something terrible. You're in pain because of it. You deal with it by treating people horribly. I don't know what happened to you and I don't care if you tell me or not. I understand Grimmjow." Ichigo told him with an understanding look.

Grimmjow scowled. "How can you tell that through my fucking eyes?"

He understands? Nobody fucking understands!

Ichigo smiled but it was bitter. "I can tell because Shiro and I have the same look in our eyes you do. We've experienced our own type of hell." Ichigo told him before quickly finishing his food then placing his used things in the dishwasher.

"Hurry up and eat so I can teach you some Shakespeare." Ichigo mumbled as he slumped on his seat. Grimmjow ate the food and nearly moaned in delight. It was so good though he'd never had a casserole before so he couldn't really compare but Kami he'd eat this everyday for every meal if he could.

He ended up shoveling the entire thing in his mouth like a starving beast but then stopped when he heard a very...relaxing sound. Ichigo was laughing into his hand as he looked at Grimmjow. "I always thought the rich had manners, guess I was wrong. You eat like you've never seen food before." Ichigo said with a warm but tired smile on his face.

Grimmjow frowned. "It tastes fucking good so don't judge me. Oh and give me more." Grimmjow demanded. Ichigo rolled his eyes but did as he said.

"Can't. My brother needs food when he comes home too y'know. Now back to studying." Ichigo said making Grimmjow groan, which in turn made Ichigo chuckle as he put Grimmjow's dishes in the dishwasher.

They studied A Midsummer Night's Dream for sometime until Ichigo just wouldn't stop yawning.

"I think I've got the concept." Grimmjow said closing the book harshly earning him a sleepy glare.

"Don't treat it badly. Well then if you've got it then get out of my house." Ichigo said simpky, like his words couldn't hurt Grimmjow but they did.

"Ouch. Wasn't that cold." Grimmjow said with a scowl, he stood up and so did Ichigo

"I said I understand you not that we're friends. You're using my own brother to blackmail me into being your fucking slave for a whole year. Excuse me if I don't find that friendship material. So hurry up and leave. I was only being civil because I didn't want the neighbors to report domestic violence." Ichigo said with ice and bite in each word. Grimmjow actually tensed up when he mentioned domestic violence.

They both walked to the door in silence, Ichigo opened it for him and Grimmjow walked out, walking away without saying a word but before Ichigo could close the door, Grimmjow called back.

"Hey! You better give me my own personal concert with that instrument of yours." Grimmjow said without turning back, only in the middle of Ichigo's pathway.

"I thought you considered it shit." Ichigo said in annoyance.

"Nah. I actually really like it. So I'd want you to play it for me. None of that depressing shit though. That's an order by the way. See ya." Grimmjow gave him a halfhearted wave and that was when Ichigo closed the door.

Grimmjow walked home, he was wondering when Ichiho would play for him and what song it would be when he suddenly stopped, like he just realized something...

"Hey...where the hell are his parents?

Ichigo leaned against the door after he had closed it then slid down to the floor like Grimmjow had done.

"Just the first day and I'm this tired. Fuck you Grimmjow. Fuck you." Ichigo sighed as he placed a hand over his face.

"You don't even know how to fucking apologize. 'I'd want you to play it for me.' Tsk. Can't you just say sorry? Idiot." Ichigo said, his voice sounded irritated but for some reason he couldn't explain, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Rough day? What the fuck does he think?"

And with that he got off the floor, climbed the stairs, entered his room and went to bed.

Then the nightmares came back again.

Well that was a long update!

Hey guys I've provided entertainment!

Let me clear some things up for ya. Ichigo's a traumatized boy that only lives for his brother. He takes the things Grimmjow does to him because of this. Ichigo acts civil because he wants the year to go by without much dispute. He does what Grimmjow says, then his brother would be safe.

Grimmjow has his own past. He's attracted to Ichigo but doesn't notice this because he lives in the oh you're hot let's fuck mindset.

Not sure if I explained it all without giving too much away but here you go!

Please review! Well if you want to but is appreciate it if you did! I start work experience tomorrow so I might not be able to write for a bit! Working in an animal shelter and then a soup kitchen! So excited!

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