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Break Up 2 Make Up	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: CAN'T GET YOU OUTTA MY SYSTEM
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Onwards...
XOXOXO
I'm too attached, my heart won't let me fall back
I got it bad, that's what you can call that
And when I see you in the streets, that's the worse for me
Used to love the little things you did, that's what works for me
I never had this kind of problem in my life
This is my first time dealing with this kind of fight
It's every night and every flight
And every time you in my sight
Damn, this ain't even right
-Bow Wow-
XOXOXO
Six Months Later
Ichigo brushed the snow from his black, down-filled coat, pulling the fur-lined hood from his head, as well as the dark-blue, cable knit hat. He stomped his feet on the welcome mat before pushing open the front door to his home and slipping inside. It was freezing outside and the snow had seemingly come out of nowhere, numbing his hands and toes, even though he was wearing thick socks and gloves to ward off the chill. He kicked off his black, Timberland construction boots and slid out of his coat, hanging it on the rack beside the door before heading off towards the kitchen, where the sound of his younger, twin sisters' and idiot old man's voices seemed to be emanating.
Ichigo touched his nose, grimacing when he was unable to distinguish between the cold of his fingers and the cold of the protruding appendage. He tried vigorously rubbing his hands together, wishing the warmth of his home would hurry up and thaw out his frozen limbs and stop his teeth from chattering.
"Yuzu! Papa thinks you should rest while Karin and-"
"Shutup! Stupid goat-face! You know we can't cook, so what would be the point?" Karin interjected with a fierce kick to their old man's shin.
"Ah! Karin-chan!" Yuzu yelped as their father fell to the floor gripping his throbbing leg.
"Masakiiiii!" Isshin shouted, eyes screwed shut in agony, "Our daughter hates me!" he howled.
Ichigo shook his head as he observed the spectacle from the kitchen doorway.
All was normal in the Kurosaki household.
"Oi, Old Man! You're so noisy!" Ichigo snapped as he stepped over his father, who had rolled towards him, still clutching his injured shin.
"ICHIGOOO, MY BELOVED SON!"
Ichigo arched a brow and glanced down at the older, dark-haired male, "You're insane, you know that?" he grumbled.
"AHH! Ichigo, not you too!" Isshin wailed and scooted out of the kitchen on all fours, making his way to the large portrait of his dearly departed wife that hung in the hall. "MASAKIIII!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes, tuning out his old man's loud cries as he turned back to his sisters. Karin had taken a seat at the kitchen table and was reading a sports magazine, the legs to her black pajama pants riding up enough to show her white, slipper socks. She wore a matching long-sleeved, black shirt and her dark, shoulder-length hair was messy, as if she'd just awakened from a nap. Yuzu stood near the stove, the sleeves to her light green hoodie rolled to her elbows as she stirred the contents of a large pot, with a long, wooden spoon. Her black sweats were so long, they covered the tops of her feet and dragged against her heels as she moved from the stove to the sink to wash her hands.
Finally, she turned to face him and smiled warmly, her light-brown hair swaying gently and her brown eyes shining brightly, "Onii-chan, are you hungry?"
Ichigo gave her a small smirk and shook his head, "Nah, I'm-I'm fine."
Yuzu nodded and wiped her hands on a red dish towel before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "How was work?"
Karin glanced up from her magazine and pinned him with her dark gaze as if she just knew something unexpected had occurred. Ichigo didn't know how his little sister managed to intimidate him with just one look, but he had to swallow a few times before smiling through his discomfort, "It was ok. The office was kind of quiet today because of the weather, though," he rambled.
Karin arched a slender, dark brow and quirked her lips, "And?"
He sighed. He had known this wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. He took a deep breath and his right hand automatically went to the back of his neck to rub nervously, "Uh, well, K-Kaien asked me out on a date for tonight. I said yes."
Ichigo tried not to wince at the way Karin's left eyebrow twitched ever so slightly and her eyes hardened into frigid pools of onyx. Yuzu squealed and clapped her hands together, oblivious to her twin's dark mood. She was only concerned with his happiness, kami bless her heart.
"Oh, onii-chan! That's wonderful!" Yuzu exclaimed.
Karin snorted and shook her head, returning her eyes to her magazine and essentially dismissing Ichigo. A wave of anger washed over him, but he reined in his temper at the last second, "Karin, he's a nice guy," he grumbled exasperatedly, drawing Yuzu's attention to the surly mood of her sister.
"Whatever," Karin muttered in response, eyes never leaving the magazine.
Ichigo felt his lips form a thin line as he turned on his heel and left the kitchen, vaguely registering Yuzu chiding Karin for being rude. He stomped up the stairs to his room and slammed the door behind himself, angry at his sister for not being more supportive of his decision. He stripped out of his dark slacks, white, long-sleeved dress shirt and dark tie, leaving him in only his socks and gray boxers. He tossed the clothes into his hamper and strode to his closet in search of an outfit for his date, cursing under his breath the entire time.
He was so angry that when he reached to the top shelf of his closet for a pair of dark-blue jeans, he yanked too hard and the whole stack of pants came tumbling down, causing a mini-avalanche of other miscellaneous items to hit the floor with dull thuds. Ichigo grit his teeth and stared down at the mess. Jeans, papers, an old baseball mitt and an old photo album littered the floor, so he bent to scoop the items up and shove them back onto his shelf.
He had just flung the photo album over his head and onto the back of the shelf, when a picture fluttered to the floor and made him suck his teeth in annoyance. Something just had to fall after he'd stuffed it all away, right? Ichigo reached down and grabbed the photo, freezing after he returned to his full height and turned it over in his hand. All he could do was stare down at the smirking face, the wild, bright blue hair and dancing, electric blue eyes seemingly coming out of the photo.
Grimmjow.
Ichigo felt an ominous sting behind his eyes as he glared down at the man that had broken his heart and left him to sweep up the pieces six months ago. He still didn't know exactly where they had gone wrong, but when Grimmjow cheated on him, that had been the last straw. Ichigo had been willing to put up with anything other than that because he'd loved the man. Sadly, he still did and he had a feeling that he always would. No matter how much he tried to forget about the blue-haired man, it seemed fucking impossible.
Some nights he would turn over in bed, reaching out for the warm body that he'd grown accustomed to sleeping beside, only to find his bed cold and lonely. His chest constricted and a lump formed in his throat. Six months had felt like six days in passing, the pain still so raw. Ichigo had never given himself to another as completely as he had with Grimmjow and if his ex-boyfriend hadn't committed the most cardinal sin in relationships, he would've been back at the man's door, begging to come home.
And he didn't fucking beg for anyone.
When Ichigo felt himself losing the war against his tears, he grit his teeth painfully and screwed his eyes shut. He and Grimmjow were over and had been for six months already. He may miss him, but the man he'd left, had not been the man he'd fallen for, so he would stand by his decision, no matter how much it felt like with each day that passed, a bit of his soul was being torn out by its roots.
Love was for the birds. Truly.
The photo crumpled in his hand as he made a fist and pressed it to his forehead. Fuck this. He would go out on his date with Kaien and enjoy himself. He would NOT think about Grimmjow. Feeling optimistic on the outside, but inwardly like the biggest liar on the face of the Earth and probably the moon too, he gripped the picture of his ex by the corners and tore it neatly in half before chucking the pieces into the garbage.
He took a shaky breath and had to force himself from his room and into the bathroom to shower, lest he run back to the small, metal bin and return the picture to its original state. He was angry with himself for not being able to forget about someone that had treated him so badly. He hadn't deserved treatment like that, especially when he wasn't even the cause of whatever had been plaguing the man.
Ichigo closed the bathroom door and stripped out of his boxers after turning the shower on. Once he stepped under the hot spray, his muscles tensed because he remembered Grimmjow being big on joining him in the shower, often-time scaring the crap out of him with his quiet movements. He remembered the way the bigger male's hands would run over his body so gently, completely contradicting his rough nature, the way Grimmjow would kiss him as if no one else in the world mattered, the smirk Grimmjow would wear whenever he teased him...
Kami, he could still smell the man at times.
Ichigo grabbed his body wash, poured a generous amount into his palm and began rubbing his hand over his chest, trying anything to distract himself from his destructive thinking.
Fuck.
It wasn't working.
He sagged against the shower wall and shut his eyes, the rapid thumping of his heart pounding in his ears like the bass line to a techno song. Why was HE the one suffering and not Grimmjow? He was pretty sure the older male was happy with someone else by now and not even thinking of him, so WHY couldn't he forget the asshole? Why was Grimmjow so deeply seated in his heart that any attempt at extraction felt nearly fatal?
Why did he still love him so much?
XOXOXO
Grimmjow stepped into the bitter cold and stuffed his hand into the pocket of his gray, wool coat, fishing for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. His other hand reached up and tugged his gray, cable knit hat down over his ears, protecting the fragile appendages from the biting wind and softly swirling snow. He wore a set of white thermals underneath his white, long-sleeved tee and loose-fitting, blue jeans. The jeans were well-worn and ripped in a few places, but they suited him. Tan, Timberland construction boots adorned his feet, as well as a pair of thick, athletic socks to keep out the cold. A pair of thick, white, construction gloves hung from his back pocket, making it easier to access his smokes.
After pulling one free, it took a few tries to finally get it lit because the wind was being completely obnoxious. Grimmjow inhaled deeply and rocked back on his heels, holding in the first lungful for a few seconds before blowing it out with a sigh.
He was tired.
He wasn't complaining though.
He'd had his job with Urahara Construction for four months now and things seemed to be going well. He'd started out as the blond owner's apprentice and quickly made his way towards being a regular employee. Urahara had been glad to take him under his wing, once he'd realized that Grimmjow had a thing for working with his hands and was also a fast learner.
Grimmjow had met the quirky blond one night at a bar. He, Nnoitra and Szayel had been hanging out and for once, Grimmjow had been trying to drown himself in alcohol, trying to forget about a certain orange-haired man that still haunted his dreams. Urahara had ended up beside him at the bar and noticed his sullen disposition, dishing out (at the time) advice he hadn't been ready to listen to. He didn't want some stranger trying to tell him how to live his fucking life.
He remembered being in a really bad mood, but also drunk, so everything about him and Ichigo had come pouring out of his mouth like fucking word vomit and in the process, his job situation and background had been mentioned as well. Urahara had claimed to relate to him, offering him the apprentice position at his company and even though it burned him up on the inside, Grimmjow had had no choice but to accept, if he wanted his life to start looking up. He would admit, it had been an extremely hard task swallowing his pride, but things had turned out for the better because of it.
Except for one thing, of course.
Ichigo.
Grimmjow hadn't seen the man since the night he'd left and it made his very bones ache thinking about him. Even after six months without Ichigo, the pain was still agonizing. He'd never loved anyone in his life before he'd met the red head and it was his own fucking fault that he didn't have that love at the moment.
He took another deep pull from his cigarette and glanced around at his surroundings. He was standing in front of the building he and the rest of Urahara's crew were working on at the moment. It was a medium-sized office building and they were putting the finishing touches on the inside of the structure, meaning the weather, although still cold, wasn't as bad as it could have been. The building was located along a modest little strip of stores and restaurants in the busier area of Karakura and Grimmjow had been taking in the different establishments across the street from where he stood.
There were three, small clothing stores, a convenience store, a small deli and a nice diner. The smells sweeping the street were making his stomach rumble unpleasantly and he realized that he hadn't had dinner yet, due to staying late at work. They were eager to finish off the building and thus had been working more hours than usual.
Grimmjow finished his cigarette and turned to head back inside, when a voice he'd thought he'd never hear again, had him freezing in his tracks. He swung wide, disbelieving blue eyes towards the hauntingly familiar voice and felt his heart plummet to the ground, landing with a loud, wet smack. What he saw only proved that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life when he'd made Ichigo leave him. His orange-haired ex was walking on the other side of the street with a taller, dark-haired male. The man had a wide smile, friendly eyes and was wearing a long, black, fleece coat over dark pants and a dark pair of motorcycle boots.
Ichigo was wearing the black parka with the fur-lined hood that Grimmjow had bought him for Christmas last year. His chest tightened briefly, but he ignored it and continued to allow his gaze to greedily devour the strawberry. Ichigo had on a dark blue hat, pulled down over his ears, but unable to hide the bright orange locks peeking from the sides and back, dark blue jeans and black boots. Gloves covered hands that Grimmjow remembered like yesterday being slightly rough, but soft at the same time.
Ichigo laughed at something the man beside him said, making Grimmjow swallow reflexively and put a hand to his chest. He wanted to be sad, wanted to be furious with himself and jealous as all hell, but he had to force himself to give a small smile. As long as Ichigo was happy, then he was too. Taking one last glance at the former love of his life, who was about to walk into the diner he'd spotted earlier, Grimmjow turned and headed back inside the building to finish out his shift, not noticing the astonished brown eyes following him as he went.
XOXOXO
Ichigo had dragged himself from the shower and forced himself to dress for his date. Kaien had called and told him to be ready at half past seven, so he had been, Karin glaring at him the entire time he'd waited in the living room for the man to pick him up. He knew that Karin was in denial about Grimmjow because the two had been rather close, Grimmjow treating her like the little sister he'd never had. He had been the same with Yuzu, but Yuzu was too concerned with Ichigo being happy, to hold a grudge against him for leaving the blue-haired man.
Besides, Grimmjow had forced his hand by cheating on him. All bets had been off after that.
Kaien had arrived and Ichigo had had to keep his idiot old man from attacking the poor, unsuspecting raven-haired male on their doorstep. After another dirty look from Karin and an embarrassing exclamation of "Use protection, my son!" from his father, they had been ready to go.
Ichigo walked stiffly beside Kaien, mind in absolute turmoil. He was confused, nervous, a tad bit frightened and a lot insecure. He wasn't sure what to expect from his companion and it left him thinking up excuses for not going through with their date. He knew it would disappoint Kaien, but...no, he would suck it up and stop acting like a pussy. Besides, Kaien was a nice guy and he didn't deserve to be skipped out on because Ichigo was having misgivings about getting back into the dating game.
There was an awkward kind of silence that had Ichigo wondering if it was because of him, so he decided to try and start a conversation, "Uh, so, where are we going?" he asked.
Kaien jerked slightly as if Ichigo had startled him, "Oh, a, uh...somewhere to eat," he returned distractedly as he unlocked his hunter-green, Nissan Altima and poured himself inside. Ichigo followed suit, wondering what was on the taller man's mind to have him so unfocused. Or rather so focused on something other than their date.
As if he was one to talk.
He strapped himself in and remained silent as he observed Kaien from the corner of his eye. The man was so preoccupied, he almost ran a stop sign, "K-Kaien, the sign!" Ichigo blurted, grasping the dash.
Kaien stomped on the brakes, his greenish-gray eyes wide with alarm and knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel. Once he'd come to a complete and jerky stop, he glanced over at Ichigo apologetically and rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry 'bout that, Ichigo."
"Are you alright?" Ichigo didn't want to be killed because Kaien was preoccupied.
Kaien nodded and they rode to their destination in silence, Ichigo fidgeting nervously and wondering why things felt so strange. At work, he and the other man got along perfectly. He had felt the attraction there several times, but now it felt like he was the brunt of a secret joke and everyone around him was laughing at him, but he didn't know why.
They made their way to a strip about five minutes from the office where they worked and Kaien parked his car about a block from a popular diner Ichigo had heard about from his brunet friend, Chado. The quiet giant had recommended it, since he knew that Ichigo had a thing for vanilla milkshakes and french fries. He remembered mentioning the place to Kaien a few days ago, he just hadn't expected to be taken there on their date. At least, that's where he assumed they were going considering Kaien had said something about getting food.
Ichigo climbed from the car and waited for the raven-haired male to join him on the sidewalk before heading towards the diner, again in silence. Their footsteps were noisy, crunching loudly through the soft snow, their soft breaths puffing into the air and forming small clouds before their faces. Ichigo was beginning to get annoyed. He'd thought he had been wrong for wanting to skip out on Kaien, but obviously the man had other things on his mind. He knew Kaien was far from shy, so his silence gave Ichigo even more reason to feel self-conscious.
"What's your favorite food, Ichigo?" Kaien suddenly asked, throwing him off.
"Uh, french fries," he answered, still wondering what had warranted the impromptu question.
"Ah, mine is kind of weird."
Ichigo arched a brow and smirked, "Well, you can't say something like that and not say what it is."
Kaien gave his wide, signature grin and bluntly stated, "Ketchup."
Ichigo felt his jaw drop before he burst into disbelieving laughter, "HAHAHA! Oh my god! Are you serious?"
Kaien nodded and Ichigo continued to chuckle, glad that the mood had been lifted.
A few cars rumbled down the otherwise quiet road, the streetlights illuminating the modest area. They reached the diner and Kaien held the door open for him. Ichigo had started inside, when movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention and he absently turned his head to see what it was. His eyes widened and his heart stalled in his chest. There was a man walking into an office building that was in the middle of being built - from what he could tell, by the beams and tools littered around it. He was tall and his stride was achingly familiar. He wore a gray, wool coat, blue jeans and tan, construction boots. What made Ichigo stand mannequin-still though, was the bright blue hair peeking from under the gray hat the man wore.
Ichigo's heart was jack-hammering behind his ribs and his throat had suddenly gone dry from hanging wide open, the frosty evening air burning his lungs. Even though he couldn't see the man's face, he knew there was no other person in Karakura with that shade of hair. Six months had gone by and this was the first time he had spotted his ex-boyfriend. He wanted to call out to Grimmjow, but what would that accomplish?
He wondered if Grimmjow had seen him as well.
"Ichigo, you ok?" Kaien asked, jerking him from his thoughts.
Nodding, he watched Grimmjow disappear into the building before turning to face his date and heading inside the diner. The quaint food place was warm and welcoming and Ichigo was grateful not to be in the freezing cold anymore. His nose felt frost-bitten and his toes were numb. The hostess led them to a small booth near the front with a window that looked out onto the street. Ichigo was easily able to see the building that Grimmjow had disappeared into. He didn't know why he couldn't stop shivering, even though his extremities had thawed once they had entered the diner, but there was a nagging feeling it had something to do with his ex-boyfriend.
He couldn't get Grimmjow out of his system.
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