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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 16: COMATOSE
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Comatose...
Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
I hate feeling like this
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you
Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose
Of you
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna dream
'Cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away
Oh how I adore you
Oh how I thirst for you
Oh how I need you
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose
Of you
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna dream
'Cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
Breathing life
Waking up
My eyes
Open up
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose
Of you
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna dream
'Cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
Oh how I adore you
Waking up to you never felt so real
Oh how I thirst for you
Waking up to you never felt so real
Oh how I adore you
(Comatose)
Ohhhhhhhhh
The way you make me feel
Waking up to you never felt so real
-Skillet-
XOXOXOXO
Five Days Later
Ichigo heard banging. Loud, consistent, annoying fuckin' banging. Fuck 'em. He really didn't wanna be bothered. He hadn't been to class all week, just holed up in his apartment drinking himself to sleep every night. He now understood the purpose of alcohol. It was a wonderful pain numbing agent, although, once you became sober again, the pain was most times worse. Even while he was drinking, he had to force himself to ignore the pain that had settled over his heart.
Fuck! Who the crap was at his door being so damn persistant? Stumbling out of bed in nothing but a pair of black pajama pants, knowing he looked like death personified, he dragged himself to the door.
"Alright! All fuckin' right!" he yelled before swinging the door open.
"Ichi, where the hell-oh my god."
"Holy shit, Ich."
Renji and Shinji. Perfect. He'd been hiding from the world successfully, especially from those two. Whenever someone dropped by, he pretended not to be home. He'd long turned his cell phone off, tired of all the calls and text messages. That morning, he'd forgotten that he had been dodging everyone because the banging had been annoying as hell.
Ichigo blew out a frustrated breath and retreated back inside the apartment knowing they wouldn't leave now that they'd seen him. Might as well face the music. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face before going into the living room. Taking a seat on the love seat, he stared back at Shinji and Renji who were currently gawking at him.
"Ok, so first of all, ya look like shit," Renji started.
"Renji!" Shinji admonished.
"What the fuck, Shin? He does! Look at him! Have you even been eating? And tell me you haven't gone through all of these fuckin' bottles alone?" Renji asked sternly as he pointed to the various bottles littering the coffee table. Oh? He looks pissed. Welcome to the club. When all Ichigo did was glare at him, he continued. "Do you know how worried everyone's been? And why the fuck haven't you been in class? What's goin' on, Ichigo?"
Ichigo was about to lay into Renji, yelling right back and then some. He needed a way to vent his frustrations, his anger, his...hurt. Renji seemed more than happy to supply that outlet, but before Ichigo could even open his mouth, Shinji strode forward, stooped down to his level and wrapped his arms around him tightly.
"It's about Grimmjow, isn't it?" he asked softly.
Now see, Ichigo could deal with the anger, sarcasm, rudeness, yelling...anything but that. He wasn't prepared to deal with...nice...yet. Not when he deserved to burn in hell for what he did to Grimmjow. So, instead of answering Shinji like he'd planned to, he ended up crying. Silently at first, the only indication being the tears and the shaking of his shoulders, until they manifested themselves into loud embarrassing sobs. He was pathetic. Ichigo found himself clinging to Shinji's shoulders with his face buried in his neck while the blond rubbed his back soothingly. He was such a fuckin' pansy, cryin' like a goddamn chick.
"Aww, damn, Ich," Renji uttered as he flopped onto the couch.
Great, now they were gonna pity him and that was the last thing he wanted. God, but it still hurt so bad. He couldn't even think of Grimmjow's name without his chest tightening and his stomach suddenly feeling queasy. The man probably hated Ichigo's guts right now and there was nothing he could do about it. Ichigo shuddered as his crying subsided to occasional sniffs and Shinji took that as his cue to speak.
"Ichi, what happened?"
"I-I can't talk about it," he whispered, his throat clogging up again.
"Why did you break up?" Ichigo glanced up in surprise and Shinji shrugged. "Stark kinda told me you two called it quits."
"How did he find out?"
"Are you kidding me? You and Grimmjow are doing the same exact thing only in different locations. Stark said he went to check on him because he forfeited a fight and he was locked up in his apartment, drinking himself to death. Now, i don't know what's going on, and it's none of my business to begin with, but...Ichi, you're my friend. I can't just stand back and watch you self-destruct. And Grimmjow's kinda grown on me, so I don't want him to die from alcohol poisoning either," Shinji explained.
"I don't know what to do," Ichigo stated helplessly as he stared down at his hands.
"You love him, huh?" Renji finally asked. Ichigo felt his heart twist in agony as he nodded.
"Yeah, but he probably hates me now and there's nothin' I can do to fix it."
"Ichi, tell us what happened," Shinji pleaded, his features creased with worry and concern. Ichigo glanced uncertainly at Renji and Shinji shrugged. "He knows about Hueco Mundo and the Espada already, Ichi."
Ichigo allowed his mouth to fall open. How? Why? What the fuck! He always seemed to be a step behind everything. Fuck, had he been the only one that didn't know about Hueco Mundo?
"I already knew for a while. Byakuya and I go sometimes and one night I spotted Shinji there. I hadn't seen you though, but I did recognize Grimmjow right away," Renji chuckled. Ichigo's eyes widened.
"Is that why you were so shocked when you met him at the club?" he asked. Renji just nodded.
Well, that changed everything. Being able to share this with two people that cared about him and that he cared about in return would be extremely helpful. Ichigo cleared his throat before beginning.
"Well, there's this guy that tried to kill Grimmjow-"
"Sharp, right?" Renji asked as he glanced at Shinji, who nodded.
"So, Grimm and I were at this bike show and all of a sudden he takes off running outside. When I caught up to him, he told me he had seen the prick and that he'd taken my picture. I honestly, didn't think much of it until about a week ago, when I got a phone call from the asshole. He had Karin." Shinji gasped and Renji sputtered indignantly as if on cue. "He wanted to make a deal. He said he would let Karin go if I stopped seeing Grimm romantically. I had no choice or he would've killed her!" Ichigo said almost defensively.
"Oh my god, Ichi, and you've been dealing with that allalone?" Shinji squeaked. Ichigo nodded.
"It fuckin' damn near killed me telling Grimm I didn't wanna see him anymore. He had been so hurt and angry, Shin. Christ, I'd never seen that look on his face before and if it was up to me, I never would. Fuck, I miss him," Ichigo sighed dejectedly.
"So what's stopping you from seeing him now?" Shinji asked angrily as he stood with his hands on his hips.
"Sharp said he would hurt Karin and Yuzu if I did, and he's got somebody watchin' me. I go get my mail at night when no one's around and there's always an envelope with pictures of my place, the school, the clinic, G-Grimm's place." Ichigo shook his head. "I'm fuckin' stuck between a rock and a hard place, as cliche as that sounds."
"That motherfucker. Shinji, where-Shin?" Renji glanced at Shinji and Ichigo noticed the angry look on the blond's face.
"That dick. Yeah, hello? Ikkaku, lemme talk to Yumi," Shinji stated. He had opened his phone and was in the process of talking to only god knows who. "Yumi? Hey it's Shinji. Yeah, I need to come see ya. No, it's my friend Ichigo." Shinji laughed shortly before continuing. "Yeah, the orange-head. So, tonight then? Good! Thanks, Yumi, I owe ya one. See ya!"
Shinji ended the call and stared at Ichigo, making him shift uncomfortably. He glanced at Renji and noticed he looked just as confused as Ichigo felt. So, what the hell was going on?
"Yumi's a male escort. He knows everything there is to know about everyone, so we're going to talk to him tonight. Maybe he can give us some information on this guy and we can figure out what to do about him. I can't fuckin' believe he's threatening Karin and Yuzu. Ichi, you're way stronger than I could ever even hope to be," Shinji said as he plopped down on the couch next to Renji.
"Do we even wanna know how you're affiliated with a male escort?" Renji asked nervously and Shinji rolled his eyes.
"Tch, baka! I am a tattoo artist," Shinji enunciated. "Yumi is one of my clients."
"Ah, ya had me scared for a sec'."
"Renji, you're an idiot. Seriously. But Ichi, we're gonna help you take care of this shit. You and Grimmjow deserve to be happy."
"Thanks, Shin," Ichigo said softly. He was completely overwhelmed with emotions, but most of all, he finally felt a sliver of hope.
XOXOXOXO
"Go awaaaaayyy," he moaned, face-down on the couch.
Someone was knocking on his door and he didn't feel like moving from his spot on the couch to answer it.
"Open the fuckin' door, Grimm, I know yer in there!"
Nnoitra. Of course it had to be him trying to tear his goddamn door down. Dragging himself from the couch, he shuffled lazily to the door, threw it open and shuffled back to the couch, plopping face-down once more.
He heard the door shut and the love seat rustle as Nnoitra sat down. He wouldn't even look at the tall man he called his friend. He knew he looked pathetic and was a mere shell of himself, but he just couldn't bring himself to give a shit...about anything.
Five whole days of being alone. Ever since Ichigo had left him, he'd taken to sleeping on the couch because sleeping on his bed was fuckin' torture. It still smelled like Ichigo and all he would dream about was waking up with him in his arms, smiling sleepily at Grimmjow.
Sleep had become his enemy too because everytime he closed his eyes, yeah, you guessed it, he saw Ichigo. Whether he was just holding him or downright fucking him, it was excruciating. He'd tried drowning his pain in alcohol, but that only made him violently depressed. The framed paintings on his walls had been testament to that, as they now lay smashed in bite-sized pieces in the trash. Not to mention, the completely humiliating email he had sent Ichigo during one of his drunk-capades. What made it worse was that Ichigo hadn't even bothered to respond. Then he'd missed a fight and Stark had come to chew him out, but instead ended up throwing out all of his alcohol and talking a tiny bit of sense into him.
Grimmjow was well and truly miserable without Ichigo and it didn't look like it was going to get any better. He missed him even though he was pissed at him. He still loved him even though he tried to convince himself that he hated him. It was a vicious cycle and he had no idea how to extract himself from it.
He huffed out a sigh and finally turned to look at Nnoitra. The skinny fuck had his elbows resting on the arms of the love seat with his long fingers steepled as he regarded Grimmjow with one narrowed eye.
"Sooo, what? You came to just stare at me?" he asked grumpily.
"Who the fuck are ya and what the fuck have ya done with Grimmjow?" Nnoitra asked, deadly serious. Grimmjow raised a brow before giving a short bark of laughter.
"I can't even answer that my damn self."
"Grimm, is this coz the orange-head, uh, left?" Grimmjow cringed at the word "left" but otherwise didn't respond. "Shit, if that's love then I want no parts of it."
Grimmjow couldn't say anything to that. Love. He'd finally admitted to himself that he loved Ichigo only to have him walk out on him. That image had scarred him for life. Seeing Ichigo walk out of his door without a goodbye or even a backward glance had...jesus.
"I gotta tell ya somethin' anyways," Nnoitra continued. All Grimmjow did was raise a brow. "That Sharp guy got to Gin and Shawlong. Killed Shawlong then fucked and beat the shit outta Gin."
Grimmjow's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. It was possible to actually touch Aizen's little pet? Wait, fuck that. Aizen hadn't retaliated? Why wasn't Sharp dead yet?
"And the fucker's still alive?" Nnoitra nodded.
"Aizen's involved in this shit personally so, his days er pretty much numbered until Aizen gets tired of playin' wit' him."
"No fuckin' wonder he's back to targetting me and Ichi-" Grimmjow stopped mid-sentence. It hurt saying his name out loud. Nnoitra frowned deeply.
"Makes sense, coz Aizen did the same thing to this Sharp guy's little brother that was done to Gin. Only thing is, he had big ass Naoto doin' the fuckin' part."
"Damn."
Naoto was damn near Yammy's size so he almost felt bad for Sharp's brother. Almost. He just didn't have it in him to really hold remorse for anything having to do with Sharp.
"So, wait, ya said ta Stark that the orange-head didn't give ya a reason fer him leavin'. Ya think maybe that guy had somethin' ta do with it, if he's targettin' ya again? Coz this shit ain't addin' up fer me. That kid was fuckin' crazy 'bout ya and fer him ta just up and...leave? That make sense ta ya?" Nnoitra asked and, by god, he was actually making a logical point.
"I-I don't know. It's possible," he said absently.
Had Sharp done something to make Ichigo leave him? If so, then he had no reason to hate him because it wouldn't have been by choice like Grimmjow had initially thought. Damn, but this line of thinking was dangerous. It gave him something he had lost five days ago when Ichigo left. Hope. If Ichigo really had left on his own though, he would just be torturing himself again. Fuck. There was that vicious cycle again.
"I say we do some investigatin'. This prick's in way over his head and don't seem to realize it. Ya would think after havin' the orange-head break his fuckin' face, he wouldn't intentionally piss him off. 'Sides, he cheated when he fought ya, coz without it, it was pretty obvious ya was gonna wipe the floor with him. So, he's got Aizen, you, the orange-head and Gin ta worry about. He ain't too bright if ya ask me," Nnoitra stated.
"Investigating, huh? Where do we start?" Grimmjow asked, fully intrigued now. Nnoitra gave his trademark piano-toothed grin.
"I got my sources."
XOXOXOXO
"It's good to see you up and walking, Gin-san," Szayel stated upon entering Aizen's office.
"Thank ya, Szayel. It's coz a yer help, anyways," Gin said, wearing his signature eye-closing grin as he stood in his spot beside Aizen's desk.
"How are the bandages for your ribs?"
"Tight, but I'm guessin' they're s'posed ta be that way." Szayel smiled, seemingly truly relieved that Gin was back to his normal behavior.
Aizen grinned as he regarded Szayel. Twice this man had saved his people and he wasn't one to ignore loyalty and excellent work. Szayel deserved a reward; perhaps a pay raise?
"Szayel, I'm going to give you a raise. You very much deserve it for what you've done for Gin and also for Grimmjow. If not for you, two more of my valuable employees would have been destroyed. Take this as a form of thanks, if you would," Aizen stated and inwardly beamed at the look of surprise on Szayel's face.
"A-Aizen, sir, I was only doing my job," the pink-haired man stuttered.
"You don't want the raise?" he asked, lifting a brow.
"Well, I do, but-"
"Then say no more. You may go now, I must speak privately with Gin."
"Yes, Aizen, sir. Th-thank you," Szayel stated with a bow before he turned to leave.
"No, again, thank you, Szayel."
Szayel nodded and left the office, closing the door quietly as Aizen turned in his seat to face Gin. Gin was smiling and waiting patiently...just like he used to before the incident. Aizen gave him a genuine smile in return, his heart warming at the sight before him.
"Gin, there are certain matters I must attend to, but if you're not up to the task, that's fine. I'm aware that you probably do not wish to affiliate yourself with anything dealing with Sharp but-"
"Wrong!" Gin interrupted, his smile now completely gone. "I don't give a shit if I gotta crawl ta do it, I'm gonna kill that fucker wit' mah bare hands!"
Aizen's eyebrows had risen to his hairline at this statement. He thought Gin wouldn't want anything to do with his rapist, but this was a surprising yet pleasing development. Aizen found himself smiling again as he stood and moved towards Gin. The silver-haired man was shaking with fury and his hands were clenched into tight fists.
Aizen lifted the man's chin with his forefinger and let his lips cover Gin's. He felt Gin stiffen at first but soon recovered and all but melted into his chest. Aizen allowed Gin to dictate the pace and was surprised when the man swept his tongue across his bottom lip requesting entrance. Not so surprised that he didn't comply though.
Their tongues tangled and danced as Aizen pulled Gin closer, ever mindful of his bandaged ribs. The younger man tasted like peppermints from the candy he had such an affinity for and Aizen felt himself trying to suck every last bit of that flavor from his tongue.
Ahh, he could've gone on for hours, but there was work to be done and a certain man to be found...so, reluctantly, he pulled away. Gin's eyes slowly opened and Aizen marveled at the burning passion he saw in them. Placing a last chaste kiss on his lips, he stepped back.
"That was unexpected, but I will make sure that you have the chance to do just what you please with Sharp," Aizen said softly. Gin smirked.
"I'm more s'prised 'bout that kiss," he said quietly. "And that I didn't wanna stop ya."
"Perhaps-" Aizen started, but a knock at the door interrupted him. Sighing inaudibly he returned to his seat. "We will speak later."
"Yes, si-I mean, Sosuke," Gin corrected himself with a slight blush that Aizen found terribly endearing.
"Come," Aizen called and his eyebrows raised exponentially at the sight of Stark Coyote. "Well, what may I do for you, Stark-san?"
"Aizen, sir, there are important matters that need to be discussed about this Sharp person," the man stated lazily after bowing in the same manner. Aizen normally found that behavior amusing, but his focus had been taken by Stark's words.
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Take a seat and tell me about it."
XOXOXOXO
"I'm really sorry I worried everyone," Ichigo stated remorsefully as he glanced around his living room at the various faces of his friends.
Ishida glared at him, Orihime and Rukia smiled with relief while Chad just nodded sagely. Ichigo was glad that they didn't hate him or anything because he wouldn't be able to handle that.
After speaking with Shinji and Renji earlier that morning, they'd convinced him to "turn his fuckin' phone back on" and talk to the rest of their friends. Ichigo had almost fallen to the floor when he noticed the amount of text messages, email and voicemail left on the device, but absolutely nothing had prepared him for the email he had received from one: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. It was dated for three days after Ichigo had left. His heart had fallen clear out of his chest and his entire body had shaken uncontrollably.
Ichigo had been afraid to read it. He was afraid it was a rant about how much the man hated him and never wanted to see or talk to him again. He'd swallowed thickly trying not to have an anxiety attack, but Shinji and Renji had noticed his suddenly odd behavior. Shin had gone on to tell him not to read it until he was ready, so he hadn't. He still had yet to read it. Yeah, he knew already, ok? He was a fuckin' coward.
"I'm just glad you're ok, Kurosaki-kun," Orihime said cheerfully.
"Yeah, we thought something bad had happened when no one could reach you," Rukia added.
"You were irresponsible and thoughtless! Inconsiderate! You-" Ishida began hotly until Orihime placed a hand on his leg, making him stop short and adjust his glasses.
Ichigo, on the other hand, had been nearly bowled over with astonishment. Ishida had actually seemed worried about him. Not to mention, what was that with Orihime? He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I know, Uryuu, and I'm sorry."
"Just don't do it again!"
Ichigo nodded and smiled. He'd been so engrossed with wallowing in his sorrow, that he'd forgotten he had pretty good friends that could have helped him through his pain. He wouldn't do that again.
Suddenly everyone started gathering their belongings and moving towards the door. What happened?
"Well, Kurosaki-kun, we've got a student-council meeting at the university so we'll see you later," Orihime announced as they made their way out of the door.
"Yeah, we just wanted to make sure you were ok before going," Rukia again added.
"Ahhh, ok. See you guys Monday then," he said.
"Bye, Kurosaki-kun!"
"Later, Ichigo," Chad added.
The only ones to stay had been Renji and Shinji of course. Shinji was taking him to see some guy named Yumi, and Renji refused to be left behind.
"So, what time are we goin' to see this Yumi person?" Ichigo asked. He'd already showered and dressed, but now he was hungry. That in itself was a miracle because he had barely eaten for the past five days.
"He said around eight, so we've got some time. It's only five. Ya gonna cook, Ichi?" Shinji asked hopefully and even Renji's face brightened.
"I, uh, I don't have much here. I gotta go shoppin'," he said softly.
Ichigo hadn't really bothered to do much shopping the past few weeks because he had always been by Grimm's place. He felt his face flush. Was it normal to feel this strongly about one person?
"Well, me and cherry-red could go grab a few things. I don't know about him, but I miss yer cookin'," Shinji supplied. Ichigo nodded as Renji eagerly agreed.
"Fine, here. Take my card," he said as he moved to his bedroom to retrieve his wallet.
Once he had, he handed it to Shinji and began cleaning the kitchen. He would clean thoroughly while they were at the store because he had neglected his apartment long enough. Sighing, he made his way back to the bedroom and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, his thoughts haunted by a certain blue-haired man.
'King? Ya gonna talk ta me now?' Shiro asked tentatively. Ichigo smiled. He had been neglecting Shiro too.
'Yeah, sorry, I've been kinda-"
'Ya don't gotta tell me. The weather's been crappy in here lately, so I know. 'Sides, it's time ya did somethin' bout this guy, ya know? If ya don't, then I will!'
'What do you mean the weather's been crappy? I thought it was always nice?' Ichigo questioned, a little confused.
'Whenever yer sad, it rains. The sadder ya are, the harder it rains. Real depressin'. When yer pissed, I get the pleasure of dodging lightnin' and shit. Thunder scarin' the crap outta me. S'not very fun,' Shiro said dryly. Ichigo laughed until tears were rolling down his cheeks. 'Ain't that fuckin' funny, King.'
'Yes, it is. You have my fear of thunderstorms! So, how ironic is it that my emotions are represented by that very thing?'
'So what er ya gonna do? Ya gonna beat this fucker like a drum er what?' Shiro asked, changing the subject. Ichigo wiped his face and went to the kitchen after cleaning the bathroom and the living room.
'Trust me, Shi, if I can find him, he's as good as dead.'
'Good. I never thought I'd be sayin' this, but I kinda miss that blue idiot. He was real funny.'
'Look at that, even my other personality loves him,' Ichigo said mischievously.
'OI! I ain't say nothin' 'bout love! That's yer job, not mine!'
'Whatever you say, Shiro.'
Ichigo could hear Shiro growling and it made him chuckle. Once he'd started seeing Grimm, he had realized it was perfect material to torture his other half with and he did it mercilessly.
'Sadistic creep,' Shiro muttered, his watery voice sullen.
'Only for you, baby.'
Ichigo felt Shiro retreat further into his strange horizontal world and cackled loudly. Aww, he's sulking.
'Fuck ya, King,' Shiro's voice sounded as if he were really far away and Ichigo only laughed again.
'Don't be that way, Shiro.'
As expected, Shiro didn't respond. He was now ignoring Ichigo and truly sulking like a four year old. Ichigo had just finished the dishes and wiping down the small kitchen table, when his thoughts were drawn to Grimm's email. He bit his lip in consideration.
He was alone and there would be no witnesses to his humiliation, so he grabbed his phone and taking a deep, shaky breath, opened the email and began reading.
Ichigo, I don't know where to start...
If I fucked up, you shoulda just said somethin' instead of leavin'. I said I was sorry, what more d'ya fuckin' want? Ok, no. I didn't mean to curse at you.
I know I prob'ly sound like a fool to you or worse like I'm beggin', but...fuck...maybe I am. Shit, this ain't comin' out right at all.
I miss you. I want you to come back. I know I was an ass, but I can fix that, yeah? Um, so that's it I guess.
Grimm
Ichigo couldn't stop the flow of tears even if he'd wanted to. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and plunked his head down on the table as his emotions undid him. Instead of being cursed out, Grimm had been apologizing for no reason and asking him to come back. God, he was such a wuss. A big fuckin' girl.
But...Grimm. Shit. Ichigo finally said fuck it and typed up a reply. He pressed 'send' before he could chicken out and went about fixing his face before Shinji and Renji returned.
XOXOXOXO
Nnoitra had left to find his "source" so Grimmjow thought it would be a good idea to clean his apartment. He'd let it go to shit and that was kind of unacceptable. He started with the living room, moving to the kitchen, then the guest bathroom. He hesitated before entering his bedroom. Shit. He would have to go in there sooner or later.
He pushed the door open and paused before slowly entering. Fuck this! Grimmjow quickly went to the bathroom and started straightening up. He could smell Ichigo's coconut shampoo and had to clench his teeth against the onslaught of emotion it provoked.
What the fuck had Ichigo done to him? He couldn't even function correctly when he thought about the younger man. Shit, it ain't fair. He hurried from the bathroom after putting out fresh towels and taking the used ones with him. Tossing them to the floor, he attacked the bed, pulling the sheets and blanket off. He paused when he had the pillowcase Ichigo had used in his hand before bringing it up to his nose.
Fuuuuck, why had he done that? Grimmjow slowly sat down on the naked mattress still clutching the pillowcase. After a minute or two, he returned the pillowcase to the pillow and smirked as he ran his hand over it. He could keep it there for a little longer, right?
Grimmjow gathered all of the dirty linen and towels and made his way to the laundry room connected to the kitchen. Once he had everything loaded into the washing machine, he started it up and grabbing a bottle of water, moved into the living room to watch a movie or something.
When he plopped down on the couch, he noticed a light on his phone blinking. Frowning, he lifted the device and activated the screen. What he saw made him drop the phone in shock. What the? Almost frantically, he grabbed it from the floor and with shaking hands opened the email.
Grimm, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. I don't deserve for you not to but...I'll fix this. I promise. I didn't have a choice before but I do now.
Besides...I love you.
Ichigo
Grimmjow felt moisture stinging his eyes as a slow smile spread across his face and he exhaled a long sigh of relief.
"Berry."
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