Chapter 7: Shit! (Part Two)
"Oh good choice on those! Perfect to give to someone you care about." Ichigo said to the girl picking out the pale pink flowers at the side of the shop, a relaxed smile on his face.
The pretty girl blushed, as did her friend that was giggling at her before Ichigo appeared.
He was working his usual shift at the flower shop on the weekends and he was enjoying himself. He's been working there for three weeks and it already felt like his second home. The owner, a sweet old lady with a gentle smile, Granny Hitsugaya, was always so nice to him and teaching him more about flowers. Ichigo always thought that flowers were beautiful and mesmerizing, plus it gives him a piece of his mother for she always smiled when she saw the pretty plants.
"O-oh uh yeah. I-I wanted to get it for my b-boyfriend." The girl explained as she lowered her head so that the attractive man couldn't see her cheeks turn a bright red which got redder when his smile got even sweeter. Her friend was practically swooning.
"Ah. Does he like flowers?" Ichigo asks as he starts arranging the flowers to a proper bouquet. He couldn't help but smell them and the image of him putting the flowers to his nose, a gentle smile on his face would never leave those girls' minds.
"Y-yeah. He says they make him smile. And it's his birthday today so I thought he'd like them but then flowers don't exactly last forever so I guess it's not that good of a gift! Ugh I'm such a terrible girlfriend a-and now I'm annoying you." She rambled on at first but then laughed nervously, feeling embarrassed.
"Katsumi don't say that! Masaki will love it! And you're an amazing girlfriend!" Her friend defended with pure determination in her eyes, furiously defending her friend.
Ichigo chuckled making the girl's friend want to melt into a puddle at the deep sound of it. "Masaki and Katsumi. Flourishing tree and victorious beauty. You both sound perfect for each other." Ichigo tells Katsumi gently making a small smile appear on her face.
"This flower is called arbutus. Do you know what they symbolize?" He asks as they walked towards the register. They both shook their heads.
He chuckled again. "It means, 'I love only thee'. If that doesn't scream perfect gift for the one you love then I don't know what does." Ichigo told her, unconsciously mesmerizing the girls and the other female customers in the store straining to listen.
"I'll take them please." She said in a whisper but a smile was still on her face. Ichigo nodded and did as she said.
As the girls were leaving, Ichigo blushed at the friend's comment.
"Katsumi we have to come here next time. If not for anything then for me to get that man!"
"Aren't you popular?" Granny Hitsugaya commented with a chuckle as she set roses in bouquets.
Ichigo's cheeks reddened some more but he didn't comment. He was alerted when the entrance made a chime, he started smiling for the new customer but it was immediately turned into an irritated scowl once he noticed who it was.
"Awh Berry!~ Is that how you greet all your customers?" His annoyingly deep and husky voice both irritated Ichigo and sent a good kind of shiver down his spine.
"What the hell do you want Grimmjow?" Ichigo seethed through gritted teeth.
He grinned that predatory grin that always made Ichigo feel like he was his prey. Even though Ichigo practically hated the guy he couldn't help but notice how fucking sexy he was. He was, sadly, Ichigo's type, well physical wise.
He was currently sporting a navy blue fitted T-shirt, a black jacket with a grey hood over it, black skinny jeans that did wonders to his already gorgeous legs and ass and combat boots that looked like they could cause some serious damage to someone's skull, his hair as wild as ever. He was like a wild cat. Beautiful but dangerous.
"What? I thought you'd miss me." Grimmjow said with a smirk as he leaned over the counter so that he was invading Ichigo's personal space, if any of them moved their noses would've brushed against each other's but they still wouldn't have noticed.
"Hardly." Was Ichigo's flat reply which made Grimmjow give a mock pout before his grin came back. Ichigo sighed in exasperation because Grimmjow had brought in a whole horde of ogling females with him.
"Could you please tell your fan club to get lost." Ichigo asked as he got out of the reception area and trying to protect the flowers from the massive amount of girls that entered the tiny shop.
Once Ichigo had his back to him, Grimmjow frowned at the annoying girls that followed him since he got out of his car a few blocks down. They shrunk back but didn't exactly leave.
"Alright. That's it. Oi! If you ain't buying nothing and you're just here to stare then get the fuck out!" Ichigo yelled at the girls, an angry tick forming on his head.
"Ichigo! Language!" Granny Hitsugaya warned though she felt like saying that herself.
"Who do you think you are to tell us what to..." The girl trailed off once she saw the scary and dark look on Ichigo's face. The girls all backed out of the store, deciding to wait far away like the determined stalkers they were.
"Wow. Aren't you a charmer." Grimmjow teased striding towards Ichigo in lazy steps.
"What do you want Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked as he turned to face Grimmjow, arms folded and eyes as steel like as ever.
"Was around. Got bored. Thought I'd mess with ya." Grimmjow easily lied with his smirk still in place.
Ichigo rose his left eyebrow in disbelief. "You mean like last week? And the week before that? If I didn't know better I'd say you were missing me." Ichigo teased, a smirk of his own appearing on his face.
Grimmjow scowled at that, barely managing to suppress his blush because, as annoying as it was for him, the bastard hit the nail on the head.
He did miss him. It pissed him off but it was true.
For the past three weeks, Grimmjow had just been giving Ichigo measly tasks like do his homework, clean his room or even just make him dinner, nothing extreme and this confused him and even his friends. Nnoitra thought he might be sick, well so did he because he just felt this sick feeling in his stomach that made him want to throw up when he thought of an order that'd actually hurt Ichigo.
Sometimes he'd think, 'Yeah. I'm gonna make him do this pride breaking thing' but then he'd remember those times he'd accidentally end up sleeping in Ichigo's house and he'd wakeup to Ichigo's half-asleep self, bed head and everything, telling him it's time for school as he hands him the best breakfast he had ever had. Those afternoons they'd hang at Grimmjow's as they played video games, yelling at each other to stop cheating and the best times would be when he was abe to hear Ichigo play that sax just for him.
All that just made him smile.
He hated thinking like that. It meant something he didn't understand nor did he really want to.
"Yeah. I actually did." Grimmjow answered honestly and seriously.
He also hated the fact he spoke without thinking.
Ichigo's eyes actually widened in surprise, his scowl gone, then he looked away as he bit his lower lip unconsciously.
Grimmjow was about to call it a joke but then he noticed the slight pinkish hue on Ichigo's cheeks.
Huh...would you look at that.
"Ichigo!" A familiar female voice called from the entrance making both boys look in that direction to see Rukia, looking as gorgeous as ever in a mini skirt and an off shoulder white top.
"Rukia! What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked in excitement, completely forgetting Grimmjow.
"Was doing some shopping and decided to drop by. Why are there so many girl's outside the store?" Rukia asked looking confused.
Ichigo's scowl came back as he used his thumb to point at the annoyance behind him. "He brought them with him."
Rukia looked behind and her expression turned dark at the sight of Grimmjow whom sneered at her as he walked up to stand right beside Ichigo.
"What you want woman?" Grimmjow snarled, using the word woman like it was a degrading term.
"Why are you here? To bully Ichigo some more? You sick fuck." Rukia snarled back, hands balled into fists.
"Damn. You loved me that much?" Grimmjow teased, his mocking grin on as he looked into the eyes of one of his one night stands.
Her eyes sparked with pure hatred and also hurt, but before she could do it herself Ichigo had slapped Grimmjow.
Everyone in the store, Rukia and Grimmjow included, stared at Ichigo in complete shock. More Grimmjow than anyone.
"You...You do not treat women like that! You don't treat anyone like that! You should treat women like they're queens and princesses and guys with respect not like your play things!" Ichigo said defending Rukia. The look in Ichigo's eyes actually made Grimmjow's heart twist in pain, it was a look of pure disgust and disappointment. He didn't like that kind of pain, the slap he can ignore but actual emotional pain, that he wouldn't take, from anyone. Not again.
"Rukia. You go shopping. I'll text you later." Ichigo said softly to Rukia who still looked like she was about to cry. She nodded and left but not before giving Grimmjow another hateful look.
Ichigo made to move past Grimmjow but Grimmjow grabbed him by his forearm to stop him. "You're going to pay for that." He said evenly.
Ichigo scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Give me your worst. You fucking scum." Ichigo seethed.
Grimmjow had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from flinching at the hatred in Ichigo's voice.
"I plan to. My house tonight. You're staying over." Grimmjow ordered before letting go and leaving, taking his fan girls with him though they put more steps between them and him once they noticed his angry mood.
Ichigo barely thought about his 'punishment' at all, he thought it was probably to do more cleaning or his laundry or some other measly task like he's been doing for the three weeks.
He should've been more worried.
"Shoot it." Grimmjow commanded as he handed Ichigo...a handgun.
Ichigo and Grimmjow were in the latter's animal quarters around the back of his house at 7 in the evening, a rabbit was in a cage right in front of both boys and Grimmjow was about to scare Ichigo beyond repair. He doesn't care anymore about all the warm feelings he got when he thought of Ichigo, he's going to act more like himself. A cold-hearted, sadistic asshole that uses people to entertain him.
Ichigo's entire body stiffened in fear once he caught sight of the handgun. Be it coincidence or not, it looked exactly like the one...that man had.
"Wh-wha-whaaa..." Ichigo wasn't even making sense anymore for he was finding it hard to think when he caught sight of his greatest phobia; Guns.
"Your brother told me you have a fear of guns. I'm being a good friend and helping you get over that fear. Now shoot the little defenseless rabbit." Grimmjow ordered into Ichigo's ear, feeling some kind of thrill at the way Ichigo was shaking and it got even worse when Grimmjow placed the cool metal on Ichigo's palm.
"Ma-maaam-..."Ichigo looked positively terrified.
"Think about it this way. The rabbit orrrr...Shiro." Grimmjow said as he forced Ichigo to hold the gun up at the rabbit that was happily eating it's food in the cage in front of the boys.
You confuse me and you don't care. You hurt me and then you act like you don't know. You fucking slap me in public and almost break me from the inside out. You scare me. So fucking much. I hate you. Not as much as you hate me though and that gives me pain. Yes, feel pain! Feel hurt! You hurt me, I'll fucking break you.
There are actual tears falling from Ichigo's eyes and this makes Grimmjow feel like he's gone too far. Just when he is about to take the cool metal from his hands Ichigo pulls the trigger, hitting the animal in the head, its blood splashing on Ichigo.
The handgun falls on the ground making a thud sound and Ichigo slowly descends on the floor on his knees, his eyes flowing with tears looking at the rabbit but seeing something completely different, he was hyperventilating as well. Grimmjow was actually feeling pure guilt and fear for the boy in front of him.
"M-mummy...n-no...m-mummy..." Ichigo mumbled to himself as he held himself tightly.
"Shi-Shiro-nii-s-san. D-d-don't. I don't like it. I-it...l-loud! Bang! Bang! Bang! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" He yells before his eyes roll back and he passes out. Even as he was knocked out, he was still crying and whimpering. Grimmjow didn't just feel like an asshole. He felt like the fucking devil.
With shaky hands, he lifted Ichigo and carried him, effortlessly in his arms and walked towards his house. Ichigo immediately clutched Grimmjow's shirt like it was his only lifeline. If he had not seen what happened to him, he would've appreciated how adorable it was.
Then he shook that odd thought from his mind.
He placed Ichigo gently on his own King sized bed, tucking him in the way Ichigo tucked him in when he was too lazy to move.
He was still crying.
Grimmjow sighed as he sat down beside the bed, one leg outstretched while he rested his head on the knee of the other.
There was only one word Grimmjow could use at that moment.
"Shit."
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Today's my brother's 18! March 3! Like whoa, you is legal now! So proud of the idiot!
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