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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 9: CAMARADERIE
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XOXOXOXO
"Stop being such a baby!"
"Well, it's fuckin' appropriate since babies can't walk!"
"Tch. I still can't believe you pulled that IV out. C'mon, you have to at least try! You're fuckin' heavy and I'm shorter than you!"
"Tch! What game is this, Berry? Let's name the obvious?"
"I could drop you and leave your ass right here on this nice cold, hard ass floor!"
"You do that and I'll kick your ass!"
"HA! You can't even walk to the fuckin' toilet."
"Fuck you!"
"You wish."
"..."
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Ichigo was already freaking out from finding a very much awake Grimmjow after his shower, and now he had gone and created an extremely awkward silence.
He helped Grimmjow lean against the sink and stared at the floor as his face burned. Why the hell had he said that? Ichigo chanced a look at Grimmjow and saw him...smirking? Wasn't he insulted? Ichigo had just questioned the integrity of his man card and he wasn't pissed? Although he wasn't looking at Ichigo, he was definitely smirking. Instead of trying to figure that out, Ichigo changed the subject.
"So, if you can't walk or even stand up straight on your own, how are you gonna take a piss?"
"You're gonna hold it for me." There was a long, charged silence before Ichigo exploded.
"The fuck you say?" he screeched as Grimmjow cracked up. He would've slipped to the floor if Ichigo hadn't have caught him. "You fuckin' baka. That wasn't funny!"
"Like hell it wasn't! Just get me to the toilet and I can handle things from there," Grimmjow said, still chuckling until his chuckles turned into coughs.
"Shit, stop laughing!"
"That's way easier said than done right now, Berry."
Ichigo grumbled under his breath as he led Grimmjow to the toilet where the man leaned against the back of it with his left arm and fumbled with his boxers with the right. Ichigo's eyes widened as he whirled around to give Grimmjow some privacy. Was he seriously gonna whip his dick out with Ichigo looking?
Ichigo's mind was in overdrive but everything burst and scattered like tiny ants when the loud sound of Grimmjow urinating echoed through the silence of the bathroom.
"Mmmmmmm," Grimmjow moaned, sounding downright lusty. Ichigo had to fight the urge to look over his shoulder, tooth and nail, because it just would not do to get caught peeking. No matter how badly he wanted to.
Ichigo heard the toilet flush and turned back to Grimmjow, assisting him to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth. As Ichigo watched Grimmjow, he had to admit he was downright ecstatic that the man seemed to be himself and not...what he'd seen earlier. Not to mention, being able to touch and hold him had almost made Ichigo giddy.
He was strangely happy around Grimmjow and even though he was unsure as to why that was, he didn't really care. Even if they did argue like an old married couple.
"Ok, honey, take me to bed," Grimmjow said after wiping his mouth clean of excess toothpaste.
"You know, that 'leaving you here' threat still stands."
"You wouldn't do that to me, Berry."
God, the man was fucking insufferable, but Ichigo still couldn't hide his smile.
XOXOXOXO
If being an invalid meant he would be taken care of by the berry, then he was all for it...and then some. When he had said "fuck you" to Ichigo and he responded with "you wish", Grimmjow had wanted to just tell him that he had no idea how much he wished.
"Here, your throat sounds like shit," Ichigo said, thrusting a glass of water under his nose. Grimmjow grinned as he accepted it.
"Thank you, dear."
"You want me to pour that over your goddamned head?" the berry asked, blushing deeply. Fucking cute.
"No thanks. If you wanna get wet, we can just go to the shower," he teased. He loved making the berry blush and get all flustered.
"Arrggh, I think I liked you better when you were unconscious!" Ichigo fumed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Liar. Where's the fun in that?"
Grimmjow downed the water and placed the glass on the nightstand as he let his eyes roam Ichigo's figure. The berry was wearing a red t-shirt, black pajama pants covered in strawberries and no socks. Grimmjow thought the strawberries were funny and quite ironic.
But damn, the berry was beautiful. Bright orange hair glowing in the lamp and moonlight, soft smile pulling at his full lips. His soft brown eyes were like molten pools of milk chocolate as they regarded Grimmjow, relief shining in their depths. Ichigo's recent blush tinged his cheeks a delightful pink color and Grimmjow could swear he saw a smattering of freckles dusting the bridge of his nose.
Shit. He finally had the berry alone and in his home and he was as weak as a kitten. Grimmjow would have to make up for that with his teasing.
"You need more sleep," Ichigo stated matter-of-factly.
"Fuck, according to you, that's what I've been doing for the past week," Grimmjow grumbled even as he yawned loudly. "Fine. You comin'?" He asked and turned the covers beside him down in invitation. Ichigo stared as if he was actually contemplating the offer, before shaking his head.
"No! Go the hell to sleep, Grimmjow!" the berry said, blushing furiously.
Grimmjow sighed dramatically and lay back against the pillows and as soon as his head made contact, he was out.
XOXOXOXO
Every lead Gin had been given had turned out to be a dead end. He knew this man, Sharp, was trying to lead him around by the nose and so far, the shit was working.
Even knowing the man's real name meant absolutely zip. No one knew him. No one had ever heard of him. It was fucking ridiculous.
Aizen would not be pleased.
Gin pulled out his cell phone to make the inevitably unpleasant call, when he was hit over the head from behind. Before unconsciousness took him, he saw a dark-haired man with dark eyes sneering scornfully down at him.
"Looky, looky, if it ain't Aizen's little lapdog. I'm gonna have fun turning you into dust."
Gin held his phone tightly in his hand and prayed that Aizen was listening.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo had set the alarm on his phone for eight o'clock, but it had been pointless since he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. He'd been so restless and...excited. It made him blush just thinking about the way Grimmjow had been teasing him. Ichigo knew he was joking and probably just being nice, but he couldn't help imagining Grimmjow had been serious. Especially when he invited Ichigo into bed with him. Dammit, had he known how tempted he had been?
Then Ichigo had spent the entire night speculating and alternately scolding himself for doing so, but it was glaringly obvious that he was sexually attracted to Grimmjow. The whole time Ichigo had been assisting him to and from the bathroom, he'd just wanted to run his hands over every inch of the man, and it really didn't help matters that Grimmjow was only wearing a pair deep violet silk boxers. Ichigo licked his lips. Shit.
He padded to Grimmjow's bedroom and peered inside. Thankfully, the blue-haired devil was lying with his back facing Ichigo, presumably still asleep. Good. Ichigo had left his toothbrush in the bathroom and he didn't want to wake the man trying to get it.
He crept into the bathroom and brushed his teeth as quietly as he could before tip-toeing back out. Ichigo made straight for the kitchen and plundered the fridge, freezer and cabinets. He found pancake mix, eggs and bacon. He also smiled elatedly upon finding a coffee machine with all of the necessary fixings surrounding it.
Getting the coffee started, he rummaged through the other cabinets and found the pans he needed and humming as he worked, Ichigo prepared pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. He had just poured himself a mug of coffee when he glanced at the kitchen doorway to see Grimmjow bent slightly at the waist, one hand bracing himself against the doorframe and panting.
Ichigo's eyes widened and, abandoning his coffee, rushed to the idiot's side. He helped him to one of the tall chairs surrounding the island and glared at him.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" He scolded. Grimmjow pursed his lips and glared right back.
"Oh, I don't know. Possibly the fact that my stomach is practically eating itself and I smelled not only coffee, but food too! I'm fuckin' starvin', Berry, gimme a break!"
"I thought you couldn't walk?"
"Hunger is a wonderful motivator," Grimmjow said dryly, eyeing the food on the stove.
"I don't think you should be eating solids just yet," Ichigo commented and barely resisted the urge to cower in fear at the murderous look he was receiving.
"Berry, I don't give a shit what you think right now, I want summa that food! Now, you either hand it over nicely, or I break your ass in half. Your choice."
Grimmjow's eyes glittered with ill-concealed malice and even though Ichigo knew for a fact that the man was as weak as a mouse, he refused to test that theory and instead fixed him a plate.
He watched in fascination as Grimmjow tore into the food, eating ravenously. Was he even chewing? Ichigo hadn't even been halfway done with his own meal, when Grimmjow pushed away an empty plate and sighed gustily.
"I'll have some coffee now, please," he said nicely. Ichigo snorted.
"Oh, what, you're human again?"
Grimmjow just smiled widely. Ichigo moved to get another mug and headed for the coffee machine, uncomfortably aware of Grimmjow's eyes boring into him.
"Two spoons of sugar and a little milk, please."
Ichigo rolled his eyes but did as requested and handed him the cup. Grimmjow grinned again and sipped the drink, sighing happily afterwards.
"You know, I might just have to keep you. You're a pretty good cook and you make my coffee just the way I like it, Berry."
"Stop calling me that! And you can't 'keep' me, I'm not some pet!" Ichigo retorted, feeling his face getting hot. Grimmjow just shrugged.
"Suit yourself."
The following silence wasn't awkward, but comfortable, like the silence between two people used to being around each other for years. It made Ichigo's stomach flutter and get warm. He glanced at Grimmjow and saw him staring off into space with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Damn if everything about the man wasn't sexy.
Just then, Grimmjow turned his head and met Ichigo's not so subtle stare, head-on. Ichigo couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to once his eyes locked with electric blue, shining with intensity. His tongue became instant sandpaper and his heart kicked into overdrive when he suddenly felt himself climbing from his seat and moving towards Grimmjow.
A loud knock at the door startled both men out of the spell they'd been under, and Ichigo, smiling sheepishly, left to answer the door. What had he been about to do? His heart was still racing as he opened the door to see a widely grinning Nnoitra and Szayel. Szayel.
Without hesitation, Ichigo punched the pink-haired bastard in the face and stepped back to allow Nnoitra access. Szayel fell back onto his ass and glared at Ichigo in disbelief and horror.
"What the hell is your problem?" He yelled.
"You could've just asked me, you asshole!" Ichigo yelled back. Nnoitra was crowing with mirth from behind him.
Szayel touched his bleeding nose tenderly before rising and storming to the bathroom. Nnoitra patted Ichigo's shoulder and sighed.
"Thank you fer makin' my day." Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly.
"I told him his ass was mine when I saw him."
At that moment, Grimmjow slowly walked into the living room and Ichigo thought Nnoitra would faint.
"What the fuck was all the noise for?" Grimmjow asked and plopped tiredly onto the couch.
"Yer up! Yer up and cursin'! Wha-how?" Nnoitra exclaimed.
"Idiot," Grimmjow sighed, but a ghost of a smirk pulled at his lips. Ichigo smiled. Awww. "So what the fuck was all the commotion?"
"Oh, Ichigo here just provided my entertainment fer the day. Punched the shit outta Szayel," Nnoitra grinned.
"More like sucker-punched," Szayel grumbled haughtily as he re-entered the room, little pieces of tissue stuck in his nostrils.
"Can't be a sucker-punch if it was head-on," Ichigo stated. "I gotta go. I got class in two hours."
Ichigo grabbed his bag and moved unconsciously towards the bathroom in Grimmjow's room. He didn't notice the two pairs of raised eyebrows.
XOXOXOXO
FUCK! Someone had to just completely ruin whatever had been happening between him and the berry. Grimmjow wasn't sure but Ichigo had looked like he was wearing a nervous but curious expression as he left his seat and started moving towards him. Grimmjow had to tamp down the urge to squirm in his seat in anticipation as the berry came closer...and closer...then that fucking knock at the door had spoiled everything.
He had desperately wanted to reach out and pull Ichigo into him when he brushed past Grimmjow to get to the door. This lust wasn't fair. So many times last night and that morning he'd wanted to kiss the berry's full, soft-looking lips, wanted to run his fingers through those bright orange spikes.
Seeing Ichigo moving around his kitchen like he belonged there, only made him want the berry more. The fact that he could cook was an added bonus. Grimmjow had been lost in thought when the sound of yelling assaulted the peaceful silence.
Pinky? Ah, and that's Nnoitra's laugh. What the fuck was going on? Suddenly, Szayel stormed past the kitchen without even a glance in his direction. Was that blood? Ok, time to investigate.
Grimmjow slowly rose from his seat and tested his legs. After eating, he felt a lot stronger so they didn't shake as much. He made his way to the living room and scowled at the sight of Nnoitra with his hand on Ichigo's shoulder.
"What the fuck was all the noise for?"
He grinned at the astounded look on Nnoitra's face and the way his mouth opened and closed as Grimmjow fell onto the couch.
"Yer up! Yer up and cursin'! Wha-how?"
"Idiot," he'd sighed. "So what the fuck was all the commotion?"
"Oh, Ichigo here just provided my entertainment fer the day. Punched the shit outta Szayel." Grimmjow grinned. The berry had a temper, huh?
"More like sucker-punched," Szayel grumbled. Grimmjow was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud at the sight of Szayel with pieces of tissue hanging out of his nose.
"Can't be a sucker-punch if it was head-on. I gotta go. I got class in two hours," Ichigo said before grabbing his bag and disappearing into Grimmjow's bedroom.
He didn't miss the raised eyebrows and pointed stares that Pinky and Nnoitra were giving him, but he would deal with that momentarily. Something was wrong with the berry. He'd seemed cranky, angry even. Grimmjow frowned. He didn't like seeing Ichigo like that.
"Well. Not only are you up and about, but it seems like your libido has not suffered from the ordeal," Szayel stated coyly.
"Damn, is that why you can barely walk?" Nnoitra asked, his voice amused. "So how many times does that make it now?" Grimmjow frowned.
"What the fuck are you idiots talkin' about?" He asked irritably, but was met with two blank stares.
"It's obvious yer bangin' 'im, Grimm. 'Specially after the way he acted at the fight. I almost couldn't hold him offa that guy," Nnoitra claimed. Now Grimmjow was really confused.
"I'm not bangin' him, you idiot. Now what are you talkin' about? What happened at the fight? Were you and Stark really chasin' him?" Nnoitra stared at him before finally answering.
"Yeah, he went all Incredible Hulk on the guy and smashed his face in. He's a strong little fucker when he's good 'n riled up. Like I said, I almost couldn't pull him away."
Grimmjow swallowed, then fought and lost miserably to keep the grin from spreading across his face. The berry had defended him. The thought made Grimmjow spectacularly hard, so he had to slide one of the throw pillows from the couch into his lap to keep from embarrassing himself.
"Ohhh, ya wanna bang 'im, ya jus' haven't gotten 'round to it yet," Nnoitra interrupted Grimmjow's thoughts. Before he could respond, Ichigo re-emerged from his bedroom looking downright edible.
The berry had on a khaki-colored long-sleeved thermal shirt under a brown down vest, with blue and khaki-colored stone-washed jeans. Brown Chucks completed the outfit. Ichigo's hair was still damp, his face still flushed from the warmth of the shower and he had his black bag slung over his shoulder.
Their gazes met and Grimmjow swore he read disappointment and reluctance in the berry's soft brown eyes. He almost looked like he didn't want to leave.
"So, I guess I'll see ya around," Ichigo said quietly. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the left.
"What, no good-bye kiss?" he teased. The berry turned bright red and Grimmjow grinned widely.
"Fuck off, idiot."
A very flustered berry stalked to the door and left, slamming it behind himself.
"He wants ya," Nnoitra pointed out.
"How can you tell?" Grimmjow asked, genuinely curious.
"Shit, Grimm, it's obvious. Yer just blind is all."
"Not blind," he mumbled before stretching out on the couch, his eyes drifting shut. Did the berry really want him back? He wasn't getting his hopes up for nothing...right? He drifted off to Nnoitra saying something about a cell phone he'd gotten for him.
XOXOXOXO
Sosuke Aizen was pissed. Everyone on his office floor knew it and did their best to stay far away from the man. It was very rare to see Aizen in such a bad mood and it caused the rumor and gossip mills to overload with speculations.
Shawlong Qufang made his way through the empty corridor to Aizen's office before cautiously knocking on the door.
"Come," was the short command.
Shawlong entered the office and bowed before Aizen respectfully. Aizen nodded and reclined in his seat as he rested his chin on his fist.
"Shawlong-san, it's been quite some time since I was in need of your services."
"Yes it has. How may I be of service this time?" He asked carefully. He really didn't like the look on Aizen's face. The man's cold brown eyes were hard and angry even though he was wearing a friendly smile.
"I need you to retrieve Gin from this man," Aizen replied without preamble as he slid a photo across his large mahogany desk towards him.
Shawlong held the photo up and studied the man in the picture. Dark hair, dark eyes, medium build. Nothing very significant about him.
"May I keep this as a reference?" He asked. Aizen nodded.
"By all means, please do so. I do not need to stress the urgency in this matter, do I?"
"No, Aizen, sir," Shawlong responded, but in all actuality, by Aizen making that statement, he had indeed stressed just how urgent the situation was.
Aizen was worried. Shawlong should've guessed it had something to do with Aizen's golden boy, Gin Ichimaru. For someone to have taken advantage of him was serious.
"That will be all, Shawlong-san."
"Yes, sir," he stated, bowed and took his leave.
Now, he had to find Gin and hope he was still alive for the sake of everyone around Aizen.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo's mind was totally fucked. A whole week had passed since the night he'd stayed at Grimmjow's place and he was scared and confused about how he was feeling. But wait, you're probably confused so let's backtrack, shall we?
A Week Ago
Ichigo had gone to class like he'd stated but his mind had been far from his studies. All he kept seeing was Grimmjow's smile. All he kept hearing was his voice and contagious laughter. And since he'd showered again that morning using Grimmjow's shampoo and shower gel, all he could smell was him.
He was hopelessly distracted and seated on a bench in the recreational area at the university when Renji plopped down beside him. It had taken Ichigo five whole minutes to realize his friend was there and when he did, Renji was giving him an amused stare.
"R-Renji!"
"Ah! So you are alive! And here I thought you were a statue."
"Shutup. I was just a little distracted that's all," Ichigo grumbled as Renji chuckled. "How have you been? How's Byakuya?"
Renji grinned as if he knew Ichigo was purposely changing the subject and decided to have mercy on him.
"I'm good. He's good. We're good. Everything's good. Question is, how are you? Ya know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were seein' someone," Renji teased. Ichigo couldn't hide his blush.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hunh. Sure you don't. Well, when you do know what I'm talking about, you'll let me know, right?" Renji prodded, to which Ichigo nodded.
"Yeah."
They sat in companionable silence until Ichigo's phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned. Everyone he knew, knew that he was in class, so who the hell would be calling him? Renji watched him curiously with a raised brow as Ichigo pulled out the device. Glancing at the screen, he noticed it was a text message and not a call, and also that he didn't recognize the number. But the message itself told him everything he needed to know.
Heyya Berry
Ichigo felt his belly twist and suddenly fill with butterflies and his heart skipped a beat. Grimmjow? How did he get his number?
How did you get this number?
Ichigo glanced around as if he half-expected the man to jump out and hit him.
Bribed Pinky
Ichigo shook his head in disgust before replying.
So what, did you text me to be a pain in my ass?
Hmm...I could be. That what you want?
You're disgusting.
Ichigo could picture the man laughing uproariously while Ichigo was having a hard time keeping his blood pressure in check.
No one wants to babysit me anymore so I thought I'd ask my Berry.
Ichigo blushed furiously and caught Renji's amused and knowing gaze.
"So, Ichigo. Still not seeing someone?" He asked. Ichigo sighed in defeat.
"I'm not seeing the prick, he's just..." but he let his voice trail off as he realized that Renji's eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline and his phone buzzed.
Well?
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
I'm not your berry! And you don't need babysitting!
"Ichigo, are you...are you...gay?" Renji asked in disbelief and Ichigo just knew his face would never go back to its original tone.
"I think I very well may be," he replied. "Can we talk later, Renji? I don't wanna talk about this right now."
"Yeah, ok. Uh, you're busy anyway. Just, uh, call me, I guess."
Ichigo nodded as Renji left him alone. Now he could concentrate on this idiot.
I do too! What if I fall and break somethin'?
Ichigo laughed and shook his head.
What are you, eighty?
Eighty-four actually. So, ya comin'?
Ichigo blew out an exasperated breath. Who was he kidding? He wanted to see Grimmjow again and the sooner the better.
Fine.
Yosh! Ya gonna cook me dinner too, Berry?
Not if you keep calling me that.
C'mon, ya like it.
Whatever. I'll see you later.
Yeah.
Ichigo felt like a kid in a candy store. Even if Grimmjow was only being nice and wasn't even remotely attracted to him, Ichigo would take advantage of his company. What was happening to him?
Back to the Present
In the week that followed, he had been by Grimmjow's place everyday. They watched action flicks and played Guitar Hero and Street Fighter IV on the Playstation 3. Grimmjow would call him a cheater anytime Ichigo won, it was hilarious. He was a terrible loser. Hell, Ichigo had even gotten friendlier with Nnoitra. Grimmjow was pretty much back to normal. His tanned complexion had returned and he'd regained his lost weight "thanks to you and your cookin' Berry" he'd said at the time, making it even more difficult for Ichigo to keep his hands to himself.
Ichigo had come to the conclusion that he liked Grimmjow and liked him a lot. They were a lot alike except Grimmjow was more...brash in his ways. Ichigo just thought it was endearing. Cripes, he had it bad. He was such a fucking girl.
That morning, he'd been on his way to class when he opened his door to find Ulquiorra raising his hand to knock.
"What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked. Ulquiorra's wide green eyes sparkled showing the closest thing to amusement he had ever seen in the man.
"It is time, Ichigo-san. Tonight is your debut appointment as the Septima Espada."
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