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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 2: HISTORY

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XOXOXOXO

Second Year

Junior High School

April 2002

The air was balmy, a light dew covering the cars parked on the street. It was 7:30 in the morning and he was extremely excited. It was the first day of junior high after all, and he couldn't wait to see his friends.

He hurried down the street towards the school, his breath coming in short spurts. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and tugged at the short sleeves of his uniform. Yuzu had commented that Ichigo was finally growing because his shirt was getting too small. Laughing to himself, he sped up when he recognized the two large white buildings that housed the junior and regular high school classes.

Ichigo didn't necessarily like school itself, even though he kept pretty good grades, he just liked going to school because he was able to see his friends. They always had a lot of fun.

He rushed past the entrance and headed for the meeting spot where they all agreed to wait for each other's arrival. Ichigo spotted Renji first, which, considering the boy's height and bright red hair, wasn't very hard. Beside him stood Rukia and Inoue. He didn't see Ishida or Chad yet, but he was sure they would be there, especially Ishida. He was such a brain.

"Oi!" Ichigo greeted upon nearing the group. They all turned warm smiles in his direction and he returned the gesture.

"Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue cried enthusiastically as she waved.

"Yo, Strawberry!" Renji said loudly and Rukia rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Do you have to be so loud, idiot?" She snapped before turning back to Ichigo. "Hey, Ichigo."

"What's up? Where's Chad and Ishida?" Ichigo asked, glancing around to search for the missing boys.

"Don't know. Ya know four-eyes ain't gonna miss the first day of class though. That just ain't happenin'," Renji commented while adjusting his ponytail.

They all shared a laugh at that, and as they stood waiting for the bell signaling the start of the first class, Ichigo allowed his eyes and mind to wander. He took note of the older-looking students, deducing that they must be attending the adjoining high school.

Then his eyes landed on a tall older boy with a head full of bright blue hair and equally bright blue eyes. He was pretty muscular, but still lean and his stride was confident and sure. Ichigo felt a weird chill slide down his spine as he watched the boy walk towards the high school building. He was chatting and laughing with two other older boys, one tall and skinny, the other short and petite. The blue-haired boy's smile, displaying a mouth full of pearly white teeth, sent another chill wriggling down Ichigo's spine.

Ichigo had never felt that before when looking at someone. It felt strange and uncomfortable, so he decided to ignore it for the time being. It wouldn't do to dwell on something he was unable to recognize in the first place. Luckily, Ishida, Chad and Ichigo's other friend, Tatsuki, approached the group just as the bell rang, and they all hurried off to their respective classes.

XOXOXOXO

Second Year

Junior High School

July 2002

Summer Break

Ichigo, Renji, Rukia, Chad, Tatsuki, Inoue, and Ishida had all decided to go to the beach one Saturday morning during summer break. It was promising to be hot and Ichigo couldn't wait because he hadn't been to the beach since he was six years old, even though he loved to swim. He was pretty good at it too.

They had agreed to meet up at the beach instead of trying to go together, because it would make things easier that way. Ichigo excitedly packed a bag with a towel and an extra set of clothes, before he remembered who was supposed to bring the food for the outing, and decided to stick a couple of sandwiches in the bag as well. He was sure Inoue meant well, but her snacks and meals never did turn out quite the way she wanted them to.

"Dad! You ready?" Ichigo yelled as he thundered down the stairs, wearing a pair of light green swim trunks, a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of navy flip-flops.

"Yes, my beloved son!" his old man cried and tried to launch himself at Ichigo.

Ichigo scowled, elbowed his father to the floor then smoothly stepped over him heading towards the front door. When he swung it open, he was surprised to see Renji standing on the other side poised to ring the bell.

"What're you doin' here?" Ichigo asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Uh, can I bum a ride with you and your dad?" Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly.

"Yeah, he won't mind. OI! Let's go, old man!" He yelled, trying to urge him on.

"Comiiiiiing, Ichigooooo!" Isshin loudly stated as they left the house and headed for the green mini-van Ichigo's father owned.

After a long and entirely excruciating ride with his old man singing "Old MacDonald" and "99 bottles of beer", Ichigo was ecstatic to reach their destination. He leaped from the van and after waving goodbye, he and Renji raced from the parking lot, through the entrance and across the sand.

Renji was the first to spot the others as they slowed down and began to walk. Ichigo settled down beside Chad and spread out his strawberry covered towel, making his silent companion lift his visible eyebrow. Ichigo blushed as he shrugged and grinned.

"Yuzu got it for me, so I can't just not use it, ya know?"

Chad just nodded and Ichigo continued to set up his things. Once his towel was spread out to his liking, he began to undress, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his flip-flops.

"You wanna get in the water, Ichigo?" Chad asked in his quiet manner.

"Hell yeah! Let's go!" He exclaimed and they headed for the shoreline.

Ichigo hadn't had that much fun in a long time. Renji had challenged him to race after race, losing each time, while Chad floated by serenely on his back. Rukia, Tatsuki and Inoue played beach ball wars, squealing and laughing the whole while. Ishida didn't even bother getting in the water, instead opting to work on a sewing project.

All good things must come to an end though, or a pause in Ichigo's case, because he was hungry and could no longer ignore the monster protesting loudly in his gut. He headed for his towel with his head lowered as his mind wandered to how good those sandwiches would taste, but before he could make it there, he ran into something very solid, knocking him backwards to the ground. Scowling, he visored his eyes with his hand to block the sun as he glanced up at what he'd run into, and his eyes widened comically.

"Sorry 'bout that, kid," a deep voice said. It was the blue-haired teen Ichigo noticed in the beginning of the school year.

"I-it's fine," Ichigo stuttered dumbly. The older teen held his hand out to help Ichigo up and as he took the offered hand, his began to tingle from the contact. "Thanks."

Ichigo shuffled to his towel, but once he settled himself, he couldn't tear his eyes from the tall, blue-haired boy wearing a pair of blue and white swim trunks that hung low on his hips. Even as he nibbled on his sandwich, his mind wasn't really focused on eating. He watched, completely enthralled, as the older teen played American football with a few other older teens, including the two Ichigo noticed with him before.

The boy was beautiful. His muscular body glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration and his blue hair was plastered to his head, tamed for the moment from sweat or water, which exactly, Ichigo couldn't tell. He was graceful, strong and fast and Ichigo was astonished, not to mention puzzled, at what he was thinking, let alone feeling.

Why did this teen make goosebumps cover his skin and chills skitter up and down his back. The huge, devilish grin the boy wore also did strange things to Ichigo's body, particularly his groin. He swallowed. He was so not gonna go there.

XOXOXOXO

Third Year

Junior High School

May 2003

For Ichigo, school began to rush by, but he was still confused. Ever since that day at the beach during his second year of junior high, he couldn't stop thinking about the blue-haired teen and when he saw him, he couldn't keep himself from staring. He was so baffled, but he didn't want to talk to anyone about his strange obsession with the older teen for fear of being laughed at or scorned.

Ichigo had found that the boy's name was Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and he was currently in his third year of high school. He was in the American football club and also top of his class. Ichigo was given this bit of information by a guy named Shinji Hirako, also in his third year of high school. Shinji was pretty funny, and painfully blunt at times, which Ichigo had to learn the hard way. Shinji was also gay, but he told Ichigo that only a few people knew about that because he didn't like to broadcast his personal life.

"Don't get me wrong, I ain't ashamed or nothin', I just don't trust many people," he'd explained at the time.

Ichigo continued to watch Grimmjow from a distance, realizing with a frightening clarity, that what he was experiencing went beyond simple friendly interest, and into the murky territory of...something else that he wasn't ready to acknowledge just yet.

Unfortunately, being friends with someone as blunt and also as perceptive as Shinji, made the "not acknowledging" part of things a little difficult. He and Ichigo had been coming from lunch, when he'd spotted Grimmjow walking towards them with his head down and headphones on. Shinji proceeded to "mistakenly" shove Ichigo into the poor, unsuspecting young man.

They ended up on the ground in a tangle of arms, legs and backpacks, with Ichigo lying awkwardly on top of him. Grimmjow was wearing a slight scowl before recognition seemed to light his blue eyes, and he pulled his headphones off.

"You really oughta watch where you're goin', kid," his deep voice rumbled into Ichigo's chest. Blushing wildly when he realized he'd been staring at Grimmjow's mouth as he spoke, he shoved away from him, allowing the blue-haired boy to sit up.

Ichigo averted his gaze and grit his teeth, inwardly cursing Shinji to the deepest pits of hell. Why the fuck had that blond bastard done that? Now, he was thoroughly embarrassed and had no idea how to handle the situation. Not only that, he was also dealing with the fact that he had enjoyed being on top of Grimmjow, staring into his ocean-blue eyes and then at his soft-looking lips. Having his hands splayed across the teen's solid chest. Aww, man.

Ichigo peeked at Grimmjow from the corner of his eye to see the teen watching him with amusement. Suddenly, a large hand was ruffling his hair before being quickly withdrawn as Grimmjow climbed to his feet and stuck his headphones back on.

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow walked away calmly and confidently, hands in his pockets, as if nothing had happened. Then he looked around for Shinji, murder on his mind, wondering where the blond had disappeared to. As if on cue, Shinji appeared at his side wearing an ear-to-ear grin before wrapping his thin arm around Ichigo's shoulders.

"Ichi, my friend, welcome to the club," he said.

"The fuck're you goin' on about?" Ichigo snapped, still highly irritated, but Shinji's grin only widened.

"You're gay."

Ichigo felt the blood drain from his face as he stared at Shinji in open-mouthed shock. What?

XOXOXOXO

Karakura General Hospital

October 2007

Grimmjow rushed into the emergency room carrying the unconscious orange-haired youth in his arms bridal-style. Before the ride to the hospital, he had searched the kid's pockets to find his wallet and some form of ID. Upon finding such material, as well as a cell phone, he'd recognized the kid from his driver's license photo. Ichigo Kurosaki. No wonder he looked familiar. Grimmjow had literally bumped into him several times back in high school and seen him often-time walking past the University once he'd graduated.

Grimmjow had thought the kid was clumsy and awkward and hadn't really paid him much mind. He certainly hadn't known he was gay. He glanced down at the battered face and felt his ire rise once more. That still was no reason to damn near beat the kid to death.

"Oi! I need some help here!" He demanded upon entering the waiting room.

A portly nurse rushed forward asking Grimmjow questions rapidly. He only knew what he'd seen and that was the kid getting beaten to within an inch of his life. The nurse called for a stretcher and some assistance and Ichigo was hauled away.

Now what? Did he stay? He should call someone for the kid, right? He still had Ichigo's phone, so he could find someone to inform of the kid's whereabouts. Scrolling through the contact list, Grimmjow came across a familiar name. Shinji. He couldn't be sure if it was the one he knew, but he called anyway. After a few rings, a guy picked up.

"Hey, Ichi, what's up?" Grimmjow grinned. Oh, it was Hirako, alright.

"Oi, your friend's in the hospital. Wanna come check on him?" Grimmjow asked frankly. There was a short pause, then...

"WHAT? What do ya mean Ichi's in the hospital? And who the fuck're y-GRIMMJOW?" Shinji shrieked, making Grimmjow pull the phone away from his ear.

"Jesus, if this is what Stark puts up with, I'm amazed he's still sane."

"Grimmjow, why do you have Ichigo's phone? Why is he in the hospital?"

"Some punks beat the hell outta him and I happened to be there when it went down. Got the fuckers to leave, but the kid passed out, so I brought him here. Look, ya comin' or what? I got shit to do," he grumbled irritably.

"Oh, fuck! Did the guy have red hair and tattoos?"

"Yeah, but there was a lot more of 'em."

"Shit, I'm comin'," Shinji said and abruptly ended the call.

Grimmjow scrolled through the rest of the contact list and didn't see any names like "dad" or "mom". He wondered if the kid even had a family. Not that he cared or anything, but he was sure they'd want to know what happened to their kid. Oh, well. He'd let Hirako handle that. Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket and answering without checking the readout, he barked into the device.

"Yeah?"

"Grimmy? What's wrong? You sound upset!"

Cirucci. Fuck.

"Look, I'm busy right now, yeah? I'll talk to you later."

"But Grimmy, I-"

Grimmjow snapped the phone shut in disgust. He should've rid himself of that headache a long time ago. It wasn't like it would be hard for him to find another woman. Shit, it wouldn't be hard at all, he just didn't want to be bothered with the trouble of the whole "getting to know you" process.

He was in the waiting room for about half an hour before Shinji rushed through the entrance followed by an exhausted-looking Stark. Then again, Stark always looked exhausted. Shinji spotted him and hurried over.

"How is he?" he asked, his voice downright panicky. Grimmjow scowled.

"How the hell would I know? No one's told me anything," he responded.

"Tch, did you ask?"

All Grimmjow did was glare at the slim blond before the man sucked his teeth and turned on his heel, headed for the receptionist's desk. Stark lowered himself into the seat beside Grimmjow and yawned.

"How do you deal with him everyday?" Grimmjow asked incredulously.

"S'not so bad," the brown-haired man answered sleepily and then sighed deeply. "So tired."

"You're always fuckin' tired, Stark."

Stark only grinned and leaned back in the seat to wait for Shinji. Now that the blond had arrived, Grimmjow no longer needed to be there, so he handed the kid's wallet and cell phone to Stark.

"Give that to Hirako. It's the kid's," he stated as he rose from his seat.

"You're leavin then?" the brown-haired man asked almost disappointedly.

"Yeah, I'm tired and I have a headache. I'll see you later, yeah?"

Stark gave him a two-fingered salute and Grimmjow chuckled as he left the hospital, headed for his car. Once he arrived, shoved himself inside and peeled out of the lot, his thoughts went back to the orange-haired kid, Ichigo. He kind of felt bad for him.

XOXOXOXO

"Ichi! Ichi!"

Ichigo could hear someone calling him, but he was so tired. He really didn't want to open his eyes.

"Ichi!"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop calling him. He needs to rest."

"Shutup! That's my best friend!"

"Shinji, calm down. She said he's just resting."

Ichigo inwardly sighed. Shinji was such a drama queen. If Ichigo didn't wake up, he would make a scene. As Ichigo tried to speak, a stinging and throbbing pain shot through his lips. Oh, yeah. His lips were pretty much done for the moment. Still...he had to try.

"S-Shin," he whispered, eyes still closed. God, he sounded terrible. "P-please don't cause any trouble."

"Ichi! What the fuck happened?"

"Shin! Shutup! I'll tell you when I wake up," Ichigo muttered.

He didn't even hear Shinji's next words because he had already drifted back to sleep. He was so tired.
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