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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 15: DESPAIR
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Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow didn't know how the hell he was even able to see two feet in front of himself, let alone carry the berry over his shoulder to the bedroom, but somehow he managed, even if he swayed drunkenly, bracing his arms on the walls, the whole way there. Grimmjow reminded himself to never play any drinking games with the berry's blond and red-haired friends ever again.
Stumbling through the door, he'd meant to drop the berry onto the bed and ended up falling on top of him as well. Ichigo giggled and ran his hand through Grimmjow's hair.
"We're pretty fucked up, Grimm," he slurred. Grimmjow just grunted and began sucking the berry's neck. "Mmm, feels good."
Grimmjow raised the berry's arms above his head and followed them with his t-shirt, pulling it up and off. Running his hands down the berry's sides he finally captured his lips and pried them apart, thrusting his tongue inside. Ichigo tasted like coconut flavored rum and Grimmjow loved it. He licked around the berry's lips to capture every bit of that tantalizing essence, before recapturing those oh so soft lips.
The berry was moaning into his mouth and kissing him back feverishly and it was making Grimmjow's already heated blood boil. He yanked at Ichigo's jeans, popping the button that held them together, before he pulled them and the green boxers the berry wore completely off. He practically flew out of his clothes in the next instant, until he and the berry were totally naked and he was pressing down against him. He didn't have time to waste on shit like clothes.
Before he could make any further moves, Ichigo sat up, pushing him back until he was sitting back on his heels. What the hell? Suddenly, the berry had Grimmjow's very hard dick halfway down his throat and it damn near undid him in his intoxicated state.
"Oh my fuckin' god," was all he could manage at the moment.
Ichigo spread Grimmjow's legs further apart and continued sucking the skin from his erection while running his hands over his stomach. Grimmjow leaned back on one arm and used his free hand to guide the berry's bobbing head as he ran his fingers through the soft, orange spikes. Shit! He didn't want him to stop but if he let the berry continue like this, he wouldn't last much longer and he was way too drunk to manage a second round.
Very reluctantly, he tugged the berry away from his dick and up into a deep kiss. Grimmjow reached his hand around the berry's back and down to his entrance, probing it gently with the tip of his index finger. The berry moaned before leaning backwards to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and then handed it off to Grimmjow. He had other plans though as he set the bottle aside. Seeing the berry bent backwards like that with his dick pointing at him as if accusing him of something, made Grimmjow wrap long fingers around it and stroke before lowering himself to suck.
"Ohh!" the berry gasped. "Fuckin'...fuck."
Grimmjow probably would've found that amusing had he not been feeling the exact same way. This time the berry tugged on his hair and brought Grimmjow's face to his, but not for a kiss.
"I want you inside me. Now."
Holy shit, how could he refuse? He turned the berry around and pressed his face down against a pillow roughly as he lifted his hips and spread his legs. He wanted him inside him? So be it then. He only took a short moment to cover his dick with lube before pressing forward slowly into the berry's unprepared hole.
"Nnnnghn...ahh!" Ichigo whimpered, but he didn't tell him to stop. "M-more!" Quite the opposite, actually.
Once Grimmjow was fully sheathed, he immediately began pounding into the berry almost angrily as his thoughts had gone back to the club and that Shuuhei asshole. He silently snarled and leaned forward to grab the back of Ichigo's neck, essentially pressing the berry's turned cheek harder against the pillow. Using his other hand to grip the berry's hip he began plowing into him, grunting and panting harshly, skin slapping against skin loudly.
"Ahhhh! Grimmmm-jooowwwww! Mmmm! Fuck yes!" Ichigo yelled as his fists clenched the sheets in a death grip.
"Mine," Grimmjow growled. "All fuckin' mine."
"Y-yes, I-I'm all f-fuckin' yours," the berry stuttered in between the near brutal thrusts.
"Good."
"Nnnnnnghn, Grimm!"
Grimmjow reached around with the hand that had been gripping the berry's hip, to stroke his straining and leaking erection, never breaking his rhythm. He noticed Ichigo looking back at him through the corner of one passion-filled brown eye with his mouth hanging open, saliva sliding from the corners. Shit, he'd never seen the berry look quite like that.
"I'm comin'!" the berry moaned loudly before Grimmjow felt his tight passage spasming wildly as he came all over his hand.
Grimmjow moaned long and low as he was thrust into his own explosion from the berry's insides practically milking him like a cow until he was completely spent.
Freeing himself from the berry carefully before he ended up collapsing onto the younger man's back, he rolled onto his side next to him after the berry slumped bonelessly to the mattress. He wasn't moving but one of his chocolate hued eyes was cracked open, watching Grimmjow.
Grimmjow pulled the berry into his arms and kissed his forehead as he rubbed his back gently. Although he was exhausted and teetering on the verge of unconsciousness, he was still aware of the small amount of blood that had been left on his softening member and that he may have gotten just a tiny bit carried away.
"Did I hurt you?" he murmured.
"If ya did, I won' feel it 'til the mornin'," Ichigo slurred. He still sounded very much inebriated and Grimmjow laughed quietly before becoming silent as the berry spoke again. "Ya know, ya don' have ta worry 'bout Shuuhei. I don' love him. He's jus' a frien'," the berry ended on a yawn before his eyes drifted shut and he promptly started snoring.
Grimmjow felt like he'd just been doused in ice cold water after hearing Ichigo's statement. Not only did the berry know why he'd been so rough, but...did he really mean what he'd said? Or was that just drunk rambling? Would he remember basically confessing to Grimmjow in the morning? He doubted it.
XOXOXOXO
"Gin, how are you feeling today?" Aizen asked softly, but kept his distance from the skittish young man. At least he'd finally begun speaking to him again.
"Still in a lil' pain, but it's better," Gin croaked.
"That's good news, no?" Gin only nodded.
"C'n I have some water please?"
"Of course," Aizen answered before moving off to pour the requested glass of water. Once he had, he hesitated before going closer to Gin. "I have to come near you to hand you the glass. Is that alright?"
Aizen remembered Szayel explaining to him that he would have to handle Gin very carefully. Be aware of the distance he wanted to keep and always ask to do something if it meant going into his comfort zone. It would make him feel like he had a choice and might help in his recovery. So, that's what Aizen had been doing for the past two days and it seemed to be working.
"It's fine," Gin replied quietly and Aizen handed him the glass.
After a minute or so Gin finally finished the water and handed it back to him, but as he reached for it, Gin closed his hand around Aizen's wrist. He was looking up into Aizen's eyes beseechingly, eyes completely open and shining with unshed tears.
"Aizen, sir, I'm so sorry!" he appealed. "P-please don't kill me!"
Aizen was floored. What did Gin mean? Why did he think he was going to kill him? Only one way to find out.
"Gin, why are you apologizing? Why do you think I want to kill you?"
"I-I failed you! I c-couldn't bring that man back for you!" the silver-haired man gasped desperately.
Thoroughly upset, Aizen completely disregarded the space rules Gin had set up, as he sat on the edge of the chaise right beside him. He grabbed Gin's chin with his right hand and the man's shoulder with his left.
"Now you listen to me, Gin Ichimaru. I would never harm you in any way. Ever. You are the single most important person to me so, I do not wish for you to think that I would cause you pain, let alone kill you," Aizen said softly but firmly.
Gin stared at him with wide eyes for what seemed like forever, before they finally slowly closed in his trademark smile as he leaned forward, placing his head against Aizen's shoulder. The older man was completely taken by surprise by that gesture.
"I'm sorry," Gin whispered.
"Stop making unnecessary apologies, Gin. I only need you recovered and by my side once more."
"Yes, sir."
"Gin?" Aizen waited until the man answered with a soft "yes, Aizen, sir" before replying. "Call me Sosuke, please."
Aizen smiled at Gin's silence, knowing he was inwardly debating with himself about whether or not to actually honor the request.
"Yes, Sosuke," he said softly and Aizen's smile widened as he put an arm around Gin's shoulders.
XOXOXOXO
Sharp smiled as he held up the photos of the two young girls. Karin and Yuzu Kurosaki, eh? They should make wonderful leverage for what he had planned. Oh, he would make the Sexta suffer and then dance gleefully in the aftermath. Ichigo Kurosaki would be the blue-haired man's undoing.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo woke to a screaming headache and his ass cursing him to the deepest depths of hell. What the fuck. He was never getting drunk again for as long as he lived. He rolled over into the warmth that had been pressed against his back and smiled at Grimmjow's sleeping face.
Ichigo remembered everything that had happened last night, or rather that morning. It had been three in the morning when they got back to Grimm's place. He knew from what he'd said though, that Grimmjow would think he was too drunk to remember anything, and that had been his plan. Call him a coward but even though he was afraid of outright telling the man how he felt, he still needed him to know. So, Ichigo had pretended to be more intoxicated than what he really was and, more or less, let Grimmjow know he loved him.
Not to mention, the man had been beside himself with jealousy and a dash of insecurity, if the way he'd fucked Ichigo had been any indication. But boy did it hurt so fuckin' good. He hadn't been faking any of that. He'd been damn near delirious from the overwhelming pleasure and small amount of pain. Ichigo blushed when he realized he totally sounded like a masochist.
Just then, Grimmjow gave a deep sigh in his slumber and smacked his lips before tightening the arm that was wrapped around Ichigo's waist and burying his nose into his hair. Ichigo smirked and shook his head. Grimm was such a big kid. Suddenly, a loud buzzing emanated from the vicinity of the floor. Seriously? Who was calling at nine in the morning?
Sliding out of Grimmjow's death grip as quietly as possible, he reached over the side of the bed and extracted the noisy contraption from the back pocket of his jeans.
Incoming Call from: Shuuhei
Shuuhei? What did he want this early in the morning? Aww man. Ichigo cleared his throat and answered the phone.
"Yes?" he asked impatiently.
"Good morning, Ichigo. Did you sleep well?" Ichigo face-palmed and sighed. What the fuck.
"Yeah, I did actually. I don't mean to be rude, Shuuhei, but what do you want?"
"Fine, fine. I need a really big favor. Suzuki-sensei stopped by my place this morning and dropped off a shit-load of fliers for a lecture he's giving in Nagasaki. I asked a bunch of other people but they refused so, do you think you could help me put them up?" he asked. Ichigo frowned.
"And you really couldn't find anyone else?"
"If it helps, you were my last resort." Ichigo blew out a frustrated breath. Grimm would be pissed but Shuuhei was his friend, sort of, and he was only asking him to put up fliers. It wasn't like a date or anything.
"Fine. When and where?"
"Ah! Thanks man, meet me at Zanko's at three, cool?" Shuuhei asked excitedly.
"Yeah, ok."
Ichigo hung up without waiting for a response and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Why him? Sighing tiredly, he turned to climb back under the covers with Grimmjow, only to see said man glaring at him with sleepy blue eyes.
"I don't like that fucker," he said roughly before rolling over, facing away from Ichigo. Shit! What the fuck!
"What the hell, Grimm, don't you trust me by now?" Ichigo asked, more than a little exasperated.
"Berry," he sighed. "It's not you I don't trust."
"Well, it takes two to fuck!" At his tone, Grimmjow glared over his shoulder at Ichigo.
"Fine, whatever. See if I give a shit."
"Arrrgh, you're such a fuckin' brat!" Ichigo yelled as he stormed to the bathroom. Or rather he tried to before the searing pain in his ass forced him to limp angrily. It didn't matter, at any rate, because Grimmjow was on him before he had taken more than five steps, grabbing his arm forcefully.
"Let me see how you act when you see someone trying their hardest to get in my pants, then you can call me a fuckin' brat!" He snarled through clenched teeth before abruptly releasing Ichigo and storming into the bathroom.
Ichigo stood rooted to the spot. He really hadn't looked at it from Grimmjow's point of view, but still! That wasn't an excuse to be an overly possessive, insecure idiot. Ugghhh! Ichigo wanted to scream away his frustrations at the top of his lungs. This whole thing was ridiculous. He would just have to tell Shuuhei to back the hell off because even though Grimm was being a big baby, he didn't want to risk losing him.
Grimmjow emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders. He didn't even spare Ichigo a glance. Damn, how long had he been standing there?
Ichigo watched as Grimmjow finished the drying process and slipped into a pair of gray basketball sweats and a matching pullover hoodie. Pulling on a pair of socks and running shoes, then grabbing his keys and wallet, he was at the bedroom door before he spoke to Ichigo over his shoulder.
"I'm goin' to get my bike from that club. Don't wait up for me," was all he said, before disappearing down the hall and out of the apartment, slamming the door behind himself.
Ichigo stood frowning at the bedroom door for the longest time, a strange feeling twisting his gut into knots and a weird rising in his throat that he had to keep swallowing. His heart felt like it was being squeezed with an iron glove. Grimmjow had been really pissed.
Well, fine. If that's the way he wanted it, then that's the way it would be. Grimmjow was being unreasonable! He could have a little more fuckin' faith in him than that. Finally making his way into the bathroom, he relieved his bladder, brushed his teeth and showered. After dressing, he packed all of his belongings into his black duffel bag and left Grimmjow's apartment.
Ignoring the steadily rising lump in his throat, he left the building and made his way to his own apartment. He had to clean it up anyway, might as well do it before he met Shuuhei at Zanko's.
XOXOXOXO
"Take that one. The one with the dark hair," Sharp said as he pointed at the photo. "Don't forget to blindfold her and bring her back here to my office."
"Ok, Sharp."
"Thanks, Takuya. You've been a big help."
"No problem. The pay is good," Takuya said with a sly grin.
"As long as the work is, so is the money."
"Right, I'll be goin' then."
Sharp nodded as Takuya left the office and reclined in the plush seat, smiling smugly. Things were rolling along just right.
XOXOXOXO
He was so pissed he couldn't even think straight, and that was hazardous on a bike. Grimmjow couldn't believe how nonchalant the berry was being about all of this. That Shuuhei prick was trying to take his berry from him and he wasn't about to tolerate that shit.
He knew he was maybe overreacting, but he couldn't help it. If it was any other person, he wouldn't give a fuck if they fell off the face of the planet, but...the berry was different. He cared. More than he cared about himself. Christ, who was he kidding? Grimmjow loved the hell outta that berry and he was helpless to his emotions. He'd fallen so hard and so fast that it kinda scared him.
Now he had to worry about some undeniably hot guy trying to fuck his berry. Shit, no. He wouldn't stand for it. Of course he trusted Ichigo but, he was just...fuck...he didn't even know.
After riding around for over two hours with no real destination in mind, he headed back home. Maybe he should apologize to the berry for being an asshole. Yeah, even though Ichigo was taking this Shuuhei situation way more lightly than he cared for, he didn't deserve to get the cold shoulder.
Grimmjow stepped into a quiet apartment about half an hour later and scanned the living room before searching the rest of the place for the berry. When he didn't find him anywhere, he moved back into the living room and cursed as he plopped onto the couch. 'Don't wait up for me.' So, he'd taken that literally, huh? Fuck. He was such an idiot. Grimmjow stared at his cell phone, tempted to call him, but resisted the urge. Damn pride.
XOXOXOXO
"Ichigo, somethin' wrong?" Shuuhei asked, sounding genuinly concerned. Ichigo sighed. They were almost done putting up the fliers and he was tired and irritated.
"Shuuhei, you do realize that we're just friends, right?"
"Sure, Ichigo. Why? Big Blue givin' you shit about me?" he asked and seated himself on a fire hydrant. Ichigo glared at him.
"Yeah, actually."
"I guess you want me to back off now, right?" Shuuhei asked with a strange glint in his dark eyes that bothered Ichigo.
"Well-"
"Has it ever occurred to you that I'm only helping?" Ichigo frowned in confusion.
"Huh?" was all he could manage. Shuuhei shook his head.
"Tch, look, Ichigo, I'm not a fuckin' prick. You told me you were taken and I respect that. When I saw your guy, I kinda saw myself a few years ago. He's stubborn as shit, right? Got more pride than a peacock?" Ichigo only nodded. "Exactly. Have either of you voiced your feelings for each other? I mean, anyone with eyes can see that you're crazy about each other."
"No, we haven't. N-not yet," Ichigo said, wondering where Shuuhei was going with this.
"Ha! Figures. You're more likely to say somethin' before he does and not that that's a bad thing but, you wanna hear how he feels too right?" Again Ichigo nodded. "So, insert me. I lay on the flirting extra thick and bam. Feelings are bein' shown, am I right?" he asked, that glint back in his eyes and Ichigo realized it was amusement.
Grimmjow had been jealous, possessive, insecure, and angry. Ichigo smiled to himself. He wouldn't show any of that shit if he didn't at least care about him, right? He gave Shuuhei a lop-sided grin.
"I guess I owe you an apology, huh?" He asked sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shuuhei just grinned.
"Nah. Mostly coz I had more fun than I should have had flirting with you in front of your guy. 'Sides, I understand why he was so pissed. I would've been too if someone came along threatening to take what I felt was mine." Ichigo nodded.
"Thanks, Shuuhei. You're not so bad after all."
"Awww, Ichigo, you're gonna make me blush. Quit it. Hey, I can put the rest of these up at the university on my own if you wanna pack it up early. Go have hot make-up sex with Big Blue," Shuuhei teased with a knowing grin that made Ichigo blush furiously.
"Well, I do have something to do, but you can give the rest of the fliers to me and I'll just put them up tomorrow after my classes," he offered. Shuuhei nodded.
"That's great, thanks! Well, go do that "something" and I guess I'll see ya around," he said, using air quotation marks when he said "something".
"See ya, Shuuhei," Ichigo said with a grin as he gathered the remaining fliers and walked away.
He never would've guessed that Shuuhei had been helping him in a weird, twisted kind of way at all. The guy really wasn't bad and Ichigo felt a bit guilty about being so short with him. Then he had to forgive himself because he really hadn't known and he couldn't be expected to be nice in a situation like that.
Now, he could head home and shower away the sweat before going to make up with Grimmjow like he fully intended to. His phone buzzing in his pocket brought him back to reality. Glancing at the screen, he frowned when he saw "UNKNOWN".
"Hello?" He answered.
"Ah, nice to finally speak with you Ichigo-san. I have something of importance to you, or rather someone." Ichigo felt the bottom of his stomach disappear.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Oh, excuse my manners. My name is Tanaka Sasaki, but you may know me as Sharp."
Ichigo felt white-hot rage flowing through his veins at the mention of that name. This guy! He had the audacity to contact him? How the fuck did he get his number anyway? But wait. He'd said he had someone important to him. His stomach clenched before he asked the inevitable.
"W-who do you have?"
"Ahh, a certain little one by the name of Karin Kurosaki. Do you know her?" the man asked with a chuckle.
Ichigo felt the blood drain from his face and his heart literally stopped for a couple of beats. What? How? Most of all, why? Snarling, Ichigo gripped his phone tightly.
"What the fuck do you want, asshole?" He growled through clenched teeth.
"Oh, well, that's easy. It's the Sexta or your sister, Ichigo-san."
"What do you mean?" He asked dumbly.
"I intend to make him suffer and that means using you, Ichigo-san, so, I will let your sister go if you stop seeing the Sexta romantically. Of course, if you choose not to agree, your sister will die. Simple, yes?"
Ichigo wanted to hurl and simultaneously curl up into a ball and die. What kind of choices were those? Let his little sister die or stop seeing the man he loved? Was this a fucking joke? Who did this guy think he was?
"How do I know you have Karin? You could be ly-"
"Ichi-nii?" Karin's soft voice whimpered softly. Ichigo felt faint.
"K-Karin?"
"Ichi-nii, help me!" She cried before the phone was moved away.
"Proof enough?" the cold voice asked.
"Fine, I'll stop seeing him," Ichigo whispered.
"Excellent! And if you're thinking of being sneaky and trying to see him after the deal has been made, well, I have insurance Ichigo-san. You really wouldn't want anything to happen to Karin or Yuzu, now would you?"
"No! I won't see him, dammit, now let her the fuck go!" Ichigo yelled, making a few passersby glance at him fearfully.
"Fine, fine. She'll be returned unharmed to her home. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Ichigo-san," Sharp said before ending the connection.
Somehow, Ichigo had unconsciously made his way to Grimmjow's apartment and as he looked up at the building, his stomach twisted violently at what he was about to do. What had to be done.
Time seemed to stand still as he rode the elevator to the twentieth floor and plodded down the hall to apartment D. He knocked on the door stiffly, absently remembering the Anatomy and Physiology book he'd left in the kitchen. He could retrieve it and...
That thought was interrupted when Grimmjow opened the door and smiled before frowning. Ichigo stepped past him and heard the door shut. He felt like he was outside of his body, looking in. He hadn't even paid attention to Shiro trying to speak to him after that phone call. Ichigo went straight to the kitchen to retrieve his book, followed closely by Grimmjow. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm and his eyes jerked to a concerned blue gaze.
"Hey, you ok? I've been apologizing for the last five minutes and you haven't said anything. You're still mad at me?" Grimmjow asked, his brow creased into a slight frown.
Ichigo looked away, swallowing the lump rising rapidly in his throat as he fought the moisture stinging his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry in front of Grimm. This needed to be believable to work. So, he lifted his chin, squared his shoulders and hardened his eyes.
"I don't wanna see you anymore, Grimmjow," he said, hating himself for the way Grimmjow's face paled.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" the man asked breathlessly. Swallowing what he really wanted to say, Ichigo repeated himself.
"I said I don't wanna see you anymore," he tried and failed to keep his voice from breaking. "This...us...it's over." Running a hand over his face to keep from seeing the look on his face, he stepped past a seemingly frozen Grimmjow.
Ichigo made it to the front door before his arm was gripped and he was being pulled backwards. Shutting his eyes and clenching his teeth, he groaned helplessly. Grimmjow wasn't going to make this easy and frankly, he didn't blame him.
"If this is a joke, Berry, it's not fuckin' funny," he growled, his nose wrinkled in anger and his beautiful blue eyes so hard. Ichigo felt like shit.
"It's not a joke, Grimmjow. I don't wanna see-"
"Stop fuckin' sayin' that shit!" Grimmjow roared, his eyes wild and his mouth pulled down into a frown. "You're lyin'!" He croaked.
Ichigo could feel his stomach twisting violently again as he fought the urge to sob and wretch at the same time. He never thought he would see naked pain and hurt in Grimmjow's eyes and especially not because of him.
"I'm not lying-"
"SHUTUP! Yes you are! I couldn't have made you that fuckin' mad that you wanna up 'n leave me! That's bullshit!" His voice broke and he was shaking.
Suddenly, he pulled Ichigo into his arms and kissed him, sliding his tongue into his mouth effortlessly. For one glorious moment, Ichigo forgot himself and kissed him back desperately, clinging to the man's t-shirt with one hand, his school book in the other, and reveling in his taste and smell. Until he remembered Karin and Yuzu, and then he pulled back as if he'd been burned.
Grimmjow frowned and tried to pull him back, but Ichigo shoved him away. Grimmjow's eyes grew wide and he stood absolutely still.
"You're serious," he choked. "Why? Was I a game to you? Some fuckin' toy or some shit? What the fuck, dammit!" He snarled lividly, his fists clenched at his sides. Ichigo covered his mouth trying desperately to stifle the sob that had been forcing its way from deep in his chest. He couldn't stay here anymore. If he did, he would fall apart in front of Grimmjow and all his hard work would mean nothing.
"It doesn't matter. I gotta go," Ichigo said quietly and disappeared around the front door. He rushed to the elevator, his entire body trembling from all of the suppressed emotions wreaking havoc inside of him.
Somehow, he'd managed to make it back to his apartment without incident. As soon as he stepped inside, he called his old man to ask casually about Karin and Yuzu and was told they were both fine. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tossed his phone onto his coffee table as he collapsed on the couch. And then, the dam broke.
Everything he'd been holding inside rushed at him like a speeding train. Grimmjow's face...oh, god...
Ichigo felt tears slowly tracking down his face before his body was involuntarily wracked with gut-wrenching sobs. He wanted to go and make things right. He wanted to make that look disappear from Grimmjow's face. From his eyes.
Ichigo curled up into the fetal position as his heart broke into what seemed like a million tiny pieces.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow stood in the middle of his living room glaring at the front door. His chest hurt and his stomach was in an uproar. His head ached and his heart...shit, he didn't even wanna fuckin' go there.
When he'd opened the door to see the berry...no, Ichigo...standing there, he had been insanely happy, thinking they could make up and go back to normal. God, he never expected what had happened though.
Ichigo had looked upset and extremely distracted while Grimmjow had been trying to apologize. He'd followed him into the kitchen where he'd asked him what was wrong, only to have everything abruptly come crashing down around him. He still couldn't get the look Ichigo had been wearing out of his head. He had seemed so...aggravated. Like Grimmjow was a waste of his time.
Grimmjow scowled and fell onto the couch, covering his eyes with the heels of his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. The pain was acute and fuckin' breathtaking. He hadn't believed Ichigo at first, wanting it to be a lie. Needing it to be a lie. He'd wanted to grab Ichigo by his shoulders, shake him and scream at him. Tell him he loved him and that he couldn't leave.
That kiss had almost proven his point, before Ichigo shoved him away. Twice. Then he'd left without so much as a goodbye. Grimmjow rocked back and forth, hands still covering his eyes. He had been so fuckin' stupid! For the first time since he was a small child, Grimmjow clenched his teeth tightly as tears slid down his face. So fuckin' stupid!
XOXOXOXO
Sharp smiled after ordering the Kurosaki brat to be returned home. Ichigo had done exactly what he'd expected him to do. Too bad he didn't realize that Sharp had no intention in letting things end with the severance of their relationship. Oh, no. He had so much more in store for the Sexta and now Ichigo Kurosaki. Such fun.
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