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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 3: YOU GOT IT BAD
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XOXOXO
Know you got it bad
When you're stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun
It's all you think about
You got it bad
When you're out with someone
But you keep on thinkin' 'bout somebody else
You got it bad
-Usher-
XOXOXO
Two Months Later
Grimmjow scowled at his cell phone, ringing incessantly on the coffee table. He'd been in the middle of letting a movie watch him as he vegged out on the couch, wearing a midnight-blue wife beater and a pair of worn, black sweats, lying on his stomach and thinking of his strawberry. Ichigo had been on his mind even more so since that evening he'd seen the red head walking into a diner with another man.
The guy was probably his boyfriend.
How long had they been dating?
Had they had sex already?
Grimmjow winced as his stomach churned ruthlessly at the thought of another man being intimate with his Ichigo. Well, technically, Ichigo wasn't his anymore, so he was entitled to...
The loud vibrating of his phone rescued him from his own thoughts and he leaned off of the couch to grab it, "Yo," he grunted into the device, pillowing it between his face and the couch as he let his long, right arm hang down to the floor.
"YO!" a joyful, yet gruff tenor blared through the speaker, making Grimmjow lift his head away from the phone for a few seconds to stop the ringing in his ear.
"What the fuck, Jiruga?" he growled, annoyed.
"What're ya doin' tanight, bitch-face?" Nnoitra Jiruga, an old co-worker and friend was as rude as they came, not to mention loud as all hell.
Grimmjow glanced at the digital clock on the cable box and shrugged, even though the tall, frightfully thin man couldn't see him, "Didn't have nothin' planned," he muttered. It was eight o'clock at night and actually, he'd really planned to stay inside and laze about, thinking about his ex-boyfriend like he always did. "Why?" he asked, suddenly suspicious. Nnoitra sounded way too excited.
"Pinky an' me are goin' ta King Pin and yer comin' wit' us," Nnoitra stated with finality.
Grimmjow frowned and shook his head, "No. I don't wanna."
"Ehhh? Why the fuck not? Ya ain't doin' nothin'!"
"I...don't...wanna," he reiterated slowly, hoping his slinky friend would get the picture.
But this was Nnoitra, so of course he didn't and even if he did, he didn't give a flying fuck.
"Look, shit-fer-brains, yer comin' wit' us and that's the end a'that. See ya in a half hour," Nnoitra snapped and disconnected the call.
Grimmjow felt his eyes widen in shock as he pulled the phone from its crevice and stared at it, dumbfounded, "Skinny motherfucker," he sighed.
He sat up slowly first, then stood to his feet, stretching languidly, his bones and joints popping and shifting into place before he headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Thanks to his hard-headed friend, he now had to get dressed and go out bowling, of all things.
He sucked at bowling.
XOXOXO
"What else is new?" Ichigo asked as he tucked his cell phone between his right ear and shoulder, then hopped around trying to pull a pair of stone-washed blue jeans onto his legs.
Shuuhei growled over the line, "It's not my fault this time, though."
Ichigo chuckled as he successfully slid his pants over his slim hips, buttoned them closed and slid a yellow and dark-blue, checkered belt through the loops, "Hang on a sec, Shuu," he stated breathlessly.
Without waiting for a response, he tossed the device onto his bed and grabbed his yellow, short-sleeved tee with a dark blue guitar on the front and the words "Music is my life" written in dark-blue lettering underneath it. Ichigo pulled it over his head, straightened it a bit, then retrieved his phone from his bed, "Back."
"What the hell're you doin', Ichigo?" his spiky, raven-haired friend asked incredulously, "You ain't over there gettin' laid...are you?"
Ichigo was seated on the bed and bent at the waist, tying one of his high-top, dark-blue and yellow Pro-Keds sneakers, so his breathing sounded rather labored. That didn't mean he was fucking! And with Shuuhei on the phone, at that! "Why do you sound almost excited about that, Shuu?" he teased.
There was a brief pause before Shuuhei blurted, "You are? Oh my god!"
"Fuckin' pervert. I'm not gettin' laid, I'm gettin' dressed. Aren't we supposed to be meeting up at King Pin in fifteen minutes?" he quizzed as he sat up straight.
"Yeah. Speaking a'which, I gotta go get the idiot," Shuuhei grumbled.
Ichigo gave a loud bark of laughter and stood, making his way towards his desk for his wallet and keys, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you love him," he chided.
Shuuhei grunted his agreement, said his goodbyes and disconnected the call. When Ichigo lifted his keys from his desk, he knocked a few papers to the floor. Sighing, he bent to gather them and paused as he smirked nostalgically at his secret, guilty pleasure that had fallen to the floor amongst the other sheets.
The once ripped picture of Grimmjow was now repaired with clear, scotch tape. Ichigo hadn't had the nerve or the heart to leave the photo destroyed and lying in the bottom of his trash bin, so he'd come back from his first date with Kaien and put it back together. It now hid between the pages of an old book his mother had gotten for him the day she had passed away. He must have forgotten to put it back the last time he'd been looking at it, which he did every now and then.
Eight months and he STILL missed the man.
Ichigo grabbed the photo and ran his fingertips over Grimmjow's wide, infectious grin, his straight nose, his piercing, ocean blue eyes and his perfect blue eyebrows. Lastly, he drew his fingers across the man's bright blue hair as if it was the real thing and he could actually feel the soft strands between them. He studied the tall man standing at the stove in the kitchen of their old apartment. Grimmjow had been wearing a white apron, a form-fitting, white, short-sleeved t-shirt, that showed off the tattoos on his arms, and black, basketball shorts, while he fixed pancakes. It had been one of the rare times the man had risen before him to make breakfast, so Ichigo had made a big deal of it and taken a picture. He chuckled to himself and returned the photo back to its resting place, wondering why he still felt the way he did about the man and how, amazingly, it didn't bother him the way it used to. He was more or less resigned to the fact that he would always love Grimmjow; he just didn't know why.
XOXOXO
"Fuck you, Slim Shady," Grimmjow grumbled as he trudged back to his seat, having epically failed with his fourth consecutive gutter ball.
Nnoitra continued to cackle as he raised his long frame from his seat and moved to the ball rack, preparing for his turn at the pins. He was wearing a form-fitting, short-sleeved, pale green t-shirt, dark-blue jeans and the mandatory, red and beige, striped bowling shoes. Szayel sat behind the score monitor, pink hair glowing under the neon, rave-like lights. He was wearing a long-sleeved, white button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the first two buttons undone, a dark gray tie that hung loosely around the collar of his shirt, dark gray skinny jeans and the ugly ass bowling shoes. There was a beer beside the monitor that the pink-haired man sipped occasionally, but mostly he wore a smirk as he adjusted his silver, rectangular-framed glasses every few minutes.
Grimmjow plopped into one of the bright red seats located behind Szayel and the score monitor and stretched his long legs. He glared down at the hideous bowling shoes he wore, wondering who the fuck designed such monstrosities. They made his already big feet seem cruise ship long. It was ridiculous. Not to mention, they matched nothing he was wearing. Not his form-fitting, burnt-orange, short-sleeved, v-neck t-shirt with "Bitch, I'm the man" written across the front in light-gray lettering, nor his light-gray jeans that were ripped comfortably at the knees. Those atrocious shoes didn't even match his fucking royal blue boxer briefs.
Grimmjow's arms were covered with tattoos, some kanji and an armband on his left and on his right, a black and dark blue dragon, whose tail wound around his wrist and forearm, while the body rested on his bicep, the neck continuing over his shoulder and the head on his right pectoral. Both of his ears were pierced and sporting two, tiny, black hoops in each lobe. The only other accessories he wore were his thick, black, leather wristbands and his black, thumb rings. Urahara had scolded him and accused him of being an undercover rock star because of his appearance, but that was his natural skin. He couldn't change his style even if he'd wanted to.
Grimmjow stood and made for the long bar located beside the mini-arcade to grab a beer. King Pin was a popular bowling alley and widely known for its Friday All-Night Bowling. It had a bar for the adults, an arcade for the kids and a snack bar for everyone. There were thirty lanes available to the public and during Friday All-Night Bowling, the regular house lights were shut off, and the glowing, neon rave lights and black lights were turned on. Large projection screens were lowered, where popular music videos were shown, while the music blared loudly over several speakers. It was an overall festive atmosphere and great if you were out on a date.
He knew.
He'd brought Ichigo here for their first date and the strawberry had had a ball kicking his ass.
Grimmjow smiled in remembrance as he maneuvered through the large cluster of people gathered at the front desk for shoes and open lanes. He finally reached the bar and ordered his beer, leaning against the counter and drumming his fingers as he waited for it. A loud, whiny voice to his left made him cringe and turn a dark scowl in its direction. Who the fuck was that? He turned to see a slim blond, hair cropped into a short, chin-length bob.
The guy was wearing a black dress shirt, a gray and black striped, skinny tie and black skinny jeans. He was also wearing the ugly bowling shoes, but the guy he was whining at was carrying his, while he walked barefoot. Brave man.
Grimmjow vaguely recognized the blond as one of Ichigo's old friends. He didn't know if they were still in touch, but he definitely knew they had been close at one point. Shinji something or other? Grimmjow was brought back to the present by the short, white-haired bartender, who was handing him his beer, wearing a deep scowl as he glared at the blond.
Guess he wasn't the only one offended by the blond's whining.
He grabbed the beer, paid and headed back to his seat, oblivious to the amused stares coming from Nnoitra and Szayel. He took a few swigs of the cold beverage before finally emerging from la-la land and glancing up at his friends.
"What?" he grunted defensively. Why the fuck were they looking at him like that? Did he have something on his face?
"We've got neighbors," Nnoitra answered with a sly smirk.
Grimmjow frowned, wondering what the hell that had to do with him. Then the pieces slid into place. The blond at the bar, Szayel's and Nnoitra's amused looks and smiles...Fuck. He slowly turned his head to the right and felt his eyes widen as they landed on a head of bright orange hair.
Ichigo.
XOXOXO
"Shinji, you were slower than a woman getting dressed! We're just going bowling!" Shuuhei argued with the blond.
"So? I like ta look good wherever I go," Shinji retorted petulantly.
Ichigo shook his head as they stood in front of King Pin, waiting for his date, Kaien. He and Kaien had been seeing each other kind of sporadically, going on the occasional date or group date, as they were doing tonight. This time it was Shuuhei Hisagi and his boyfriend, (also Ichigo's friend) Shinji Hirako. The couple was an odd one and sometimes Ichigo wondered how they put up with one another, but then they would banish his doubts by being more functional than a well-oiled machine. It was weird how that worked.
"You already look good. You don't need to take forever doing unnecessary things," Shuuhei grumbled and Shinji blushed as he sidled closer to his boyfriend.
"Thank you," the slim blond responded, running a hand up Shuuhei's chest.
The raven-haired male grinned saucily and pulled Shinji closer, leaning in for a kiss. Ichigo shook his head and rolled his eyes as the two made obnoxious kissing noises, Shinji giggling in short bursts. He was just about to turn and go inside to get away from the lovebirds, when Kaien sauntered up, wearing a wide grin, a black, short-sleeved tee, dark blue jeans and black, high-top sneakers. His ebony-hued hair was spiky and unruly on top, but long in the back and his greenish-gray eyes were alive with amusement.
Ichigo grinned as the taller man greeted him with a chaste kiss to the lips. He shifted nervously, still not used to the attention and indicated the door with his chin, "You ready to go in?"
Kaien nodded and held the door open, "Ladies first."
Ichigo scowled, "Fuck you," he muttered as he slipped inside, Kaien chortling behind him.
His heart was hammering as he glanced around the darkened bowling alley, lit up by rave lights and black lights and vibrating from loud music. He and Grimmjow had come here for their first date and he was nervous about being in the place with another guy. It felt like he was desecrating something sacred. Ichigo and the rest of his group made their way down the entrance ramp and towards the front desk to rent their lanes and shoes for the evening.
"Your sister hates me, you know," Kaien stated out of the blue, making Ichigo turn and stare at him in shock once they'd finally reached the front desk.
"What the hell? Where did that come from?" he blurted. How did Kaien know that? He didn't remember introducing him to Karin.
Kaien shrugged nonchalantly as he retrieved his wallet from his back pocket, "Well, I stopped by your place to see if you wanted a ride, but you had already left and your sister answered the door. Uh, she wasn't very nice," he answered with a nervous chuckle.
Ichigo cringed and just barely resisted the urge to hang his head in embarrassment, "Kaien, I'm sorry. She's-she's just pissed-"
"Yeah, I got that much. What'd I do to her?"
"What size, sir?" the attendant behind the front desk interrupted and Ichigo was jerked from his temporary crisis. Dammit, Karin.
"Ten," he answered stiffly, almost afraid to face his date as he waited for his shoes.
After the shoes and lanes were paid for, Shinji ended up skipping off in the opposite direction, Shuuhei following behind him at a slower gait. Ichigo followed Kaien towards the lanes they'd been assigned, mind bubbling like a volcano. How was he supposed to answer that question? He couldn't tell Kaien the reason his little sister didn't like him was because she was still hoping that he and his ex would get back together. That was just plain insulting.
Ichigo stumbled on the stairs that led down to lanes twenty-one and twenty-two, his lack of concentration almost causing him to create an embarrassing spectacle. He caught himself and wearily plopped into the seat behind the score monitor, massaging his temples and willing away the small tension headache that had begun to form there.
Kaien stood beside him and put a hand on his shoulder as he leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek, "I'm not stressin' it, Ichigo, so you shouldn't either. I just thought maybe I'd done something to piss her off or something."
Ichigo grinned and turned to face the dark-haired male, "Thanks, Kaien. It's kind of complicated that's all," he mumbled, still kind of embarrassed that his sister had been hostile towards the guy.
"It's cool," Kaien returned and ruffled Ichigo's hair, making him swat the man away.
He took the next few minutes to enter everyone's name into the score monitor, while Kaien went about finding a suitable ball. Ichigo had finally managed to calm his nerves, when he felt the unmistakable sensation of eyes boring into him. Thinking it was his date, he glanced up, only to find Kaien still huddled over a group of bowling balls, inspecting the sizes of the holes. Frowning slightly, he glanced to his right, but didn't recognize the army of teenagers milling about in that area. A soft, barely there chill caressed his spine as he turned to his left.
His mouth fell open a bit on its own as his eyes locked with narrowed bright blue. He choked on his saliva as he stared back at the tall man that was currently pinning him in place with his intense gaze. Suddenly, his mouth was entirely too dry, like he'd been sucking on cotton balls, and his heart was bouncing around in his chest like an excited three year old. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight of his ex-boyfriend.
Honestly, he didn't really want to either.
Grimmjow looked good enough to eat.
Ichigo remembered the man being big and tall and all kinds of muscular, but it seemed as if he'd bulked up a bit more. His chest appeared broader, his arms thicker and roped with more muscle, hell, even his legs seemed more...more...defined.
He bit his bottom lip before releasing it, as well as a deep sigh. Grimmjow's bright blue hair was just as untamed and sexy as he'd remembered, his eyes still just as dazzling. He couldn't tell if his lips were still as full as they'd been before because the other man had them pursed, but Ichigo assumed that they were.
Grimmjow didn't look happy to see him at all.
For a brief moment, he felt his chest tighten and his throat threaten to clog before he swallowed and hardened his gaze. He wouldn't let the man intimidate him. Grimmjow arched a brow and smirked, lifting a beer to his lips as he turned away, which only served to piss Ichigo the fuck off.
How dare he?
He sat rigid in his seat, almost trembling with rage as his heart pounded frantically in his chest. Grimmjow didn't care. Their break-up hadn't affected him in the least, while Ichigo had to fight with his emotions every fucking day. He'd only just started getting used to the fact that they were no longer together and that they probably never would be again. Now, to see the man he still loved very much, looking at him as if he didn't care if he lived or died, was disturbing and left him absolutely livid.
Ichigo turned away from the sight of his ex and stared unseeingly at the score monitor, jaw tense and twitching right along with his left eyebrow. A loud voice interrupted his dark mood, making him glare at Shinji, who had just arrived with a beer in hand and Shuuhei following with the same.
"It's no fun if you don't!" Shinji snapped at his raven-haired boyfriend.
Shuuhei scowled and swatted Shinji's backside in a playful manner, "You can have fun without getting wasted, but since you insist, don't let your feelings get hurt when I laugh at you for falling, trying to bowl drunk. Baka," he chided, his voice devoid of any real heat.
Shinji grinned and blew him a kiss and Ichigo nearly gagged at the fluff. He couldn't take this kind of scene with the mood he was in. Kaien approached him and handed him a neon pink ball, "I thought you'd like this one, babe," he said with a mischievous grin.
Normally, Ichigo would've laughed it off, but the venom in his system caused him to glare at his date and stalk away, anger stiffening his stride and bristling his hair. He vaguely registered the sound of Shinji's and Kaien's confusion and Shuuhei's reassurance that everything was fine. How wrong his friend was. Ichigo stomped to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, death-glaring his reflection. He didn't know who he was more angry with at the moment: Grimmjow or himself.
Grimmjow could have showed an ounce of remorse for cheating on him, shown some type of regret, maybe even apologized. Nah, on second thought, Grimmjow was too fucking proud to apologize for anything, even if he was wrong as two left shoes. It didn't matter. Ichigo was also angry with himself for losing his composure in front of the man.
Snarling and baring his teeth lightly, he gripped the edge of the sink and bowed his head. He had the worst luck ever. What were the odds of running into his ex-boyfriend here of all places? Sure, Grimmjow had brought him here for their first date, but as far as he'd known, the man couldn't bowl to save his life, so unless he was on a date, there really was no reason for the taller man to be here. He refused to dwell on the idea of the man being on a date, for fear of going off the deep end in a fit of jealousy.
Ichigo turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water, trying to cool off and calm himself before heading back out. He reached blindly for a paper towel, wiping his face after snatching a decent amount of the tissue from its roll. He rotated his shoulders, took a deep breath, left the sink and rounded the corner leading to the door of the bathroom. He was on his way out, when he careened into what felt like a brick wall. He would've gone down, had the other person not gripped his shoulders and steadied him.
"Thanks," he muttered as he touched the tip of his aching nose.
"Heh," was the only response he received...but it had been enough.
His eyes widened to the size of silver platters as he gazed up into the face of his ex. Grimmjow still had his hands on his shoulders and the touch was all too familiar. He was tempted to lean into the taller man and wrap his arms around his waist, but an image of the man's earlier expression leaped to the fore-front of his mind. Ichigo roughly shrugged the man off and glared at him, his heart closing in on itself. His chest was tight and he couldn't breathe, but he refused to let Grimmjow see him in pain.
Those insanely blue eyes narrowed and sharpened, "What's your problem?"
Kami, that voice.
It made him gasp quietly as he lowered his gaze to the blue and white checkered tiling of the floor. H-he couldn't do this. He'd thought he would've been able to confront the man after so long, but just hearing his voice was unraveling him. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands into fists, fighting to remain in control, "Nothing," he snapped and tried to brush past the bigger man.
Didn't work.
Grimmjow put a hand on his chest, much like he'd done the night Ichigo had left, but this time he didn't change course, "Ichigo," Ichigo felt his knees weaken at the sound of his name, but forced himself to be stronger as he brushed Grimmjow's hand away, "Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For how I treated ya an' all, ya know?"
Ichigo was struck dumb and speechless all at the same time. What? He snapped his head up to stare into passionate electric blue, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Had the world finally turned upside down? What the hell? He didn't know how to respond, instead only managing to ogle Grimmjow numbly, feeling like a fish on dry land as his mind floundered about in his skull.
"Does that guy make ya happy?" Grimmjow continued and if Ichigo hadn't known better, he would've sworn he saw a look of agony flash through those bright spheres of blue.
Ichigo wanted to scream out "no" with every fiber of his being, but it wouldn't change the fact that Grimmjow had cheated on him and even if he were to take the man back, he would never be able to trust him again. "I mean, he doesn't cheat, if that's what you're asking," he answered bitterly.
Grimmjow's sharp jaw tensed and jumped as he averted his gaze and nodded shortly, "I deserved that." He swung his eyes back to Ichigo and stared down at him, his demeanor that of someone wanting to say more, but being unable to. "Take care," he rumbled, turned on his heel and left the bathroom.
Ichigo gulped and placed a hand over his heart. There were about a million emotions bursting and exploding in his chest like fireworks and he didn't know if he could contain them any longer. Grimmjow had not only apologized, but he'd looked genuinely remorseful. Ichigo felt like shit for saying what he had, but the taller man deserved even more than that for what he'd done to him. There had been no reason for Grimmjow to run his heart through a cheese grater.
Fuck.
He needed a drink.
With that thought in mind, he stalked out of the bathroom and towards the bar.
XOXOXO
Szayel watched his blue-haired friend trudge back to his seat and lower himself wearily into it. His face was drawn and helpless, his ocean blue eyes dark with unspoken emotional turmoil and Szayel knew the exact reason why. He had been privy to the little scene that had taken place in the bathroom's doorway and he knew first-hand that his best friend was still pining over his orange-haired ex. Frankly, he thought that both of them were ten steps past retarded, but hey. Who was he to say anything, right?
Wrong.
He'd scolded Grimmjow time and time again for making the boy break things off with him. It was so obvious that they were meant for each other and his stupid, blue-haired baka of a best friend had let his pride stand in the way of his heart. Szayel didn't understand why the orange-haired boy, Ichigo, hadn't seen right through Grimmjow's pathetic little song and dance of pretending to be drunk and high. He'd thought the boy would've been smarter than that, but alas, he too had let his pride stand before his heart, not to mention his logic.
Szayel would admit that the plan had gone off marvelously, but now, Grimmjow and Ichigo were suffering like dehydrated and starving men. Normally, he wasn't one to care or play match-maker, but his best friend had gone through enough with his past misfortunes and he just wasn't willing to sit back and watch as the guy tortured himself.
The scene that had unfolded by the bathroom had only proven his suspicions of Ichigo still having feelings for Grimmjow. He didn't know if the two of them were blind or just plain stupid, but he prided himself on being neither. Szayel was aware of the hurt and confusion in the orange-haired male's eyes as Ichigo stalked off towards the bar and he was ready to take advantage of what he deemed the perfect opportunity.
Grimmjow lifted his beer and scowled after sipping it, "Fuck, it's all warm now," he muttered sullenly.
Szayel grinned wolfishly.
Even better.
He turned to Nnoitra, who was eyeing him suspiciously as he reached for his ball to take his turn at the pins. He winked conspiratorially and the freakishly tall man rolled his eye and turned his back. With a soft chuckle, Szayel refocused on Grimmjow, "You want a new one? I was just on my way to get myself another," he offered cordially.
Grimmjow glanced up at him through his bright blue bangs before lowering his gaze to the floor, "Yeah, sure."
Szayel allowed his grin to spread as he feigned ignorance to his best friend's dampened mood. He rose from his perch behind the score monitor and hustled off towards the bar, hoping to catch a certain orange-haired man before he went back to his group of friends. He pushed through the throngs of people blocking his way and finally reached the bar, spotting Ichigo's bright head of hair with ease. The boy was seated at the bar, twirling a bottle of beer in one hand as he rested his chin in the other.
Szayel eased over to him and slid onto the black stool to the kid's left, tilting his head as he regarded him with a large amount of pity. He was so stupid. And confused.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, gaining Ichigo's attention like he'd hoped he would.
Anguished brown eyes swiveled in his direction and Szayel actually "tsk'ed" with displeasure at the sight, "You're such a sad sight to behold," he stated, making Ichigo scowl at him.
"Excuse me?"
Szayel rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "You are a pitiful sight," he rephrased slowly, emphasizing the word pitiful.
"You're-" Ichigo started, recognition lighting a fire in those nutty depths, "You're Grimmjow's best friend, aren't you?"
Szayel arched a brow and smirked, "How many of those have you had already?" he asked, wondering how many pink-haired best friends Grimmjow had.
Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, obviously thinking the same thing before he remembered his anger, "Oi, what the fuck did you mean by that 'pitiful sight' shit?" he snapped.
"I meant what I said. And it is so obvious that you used to live with that idiot ogre. Such potty-mouths," Szayel answered with a shake of his head as he brushed aside a strand of his pink hair.
Ichigo flushed a deep crimson and started to stand, when Szayel gripped his wrist, halting him, "What? I'm not gonna let you sit here and insult me!"
"Arara, this isn't going the way I'd hoped." He turned honey-colored eyes to the boy, "Sit. I need to speak with you," he ordered. Ichigo arched a slim, orange brow, but did as he was told. He opened his mouth to speak, but Szayel beat him to the punch, "I know that you still love him."
Ichigo's mouth snapped shut and his lips pulled into a deep frown, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, let's not pretend to be daft," he scolded as he released the boy's wrist. "You know very well what and to WHOM I am referring. Now, do you deny it?"
Ichigo averted his gaze and stared off at nothing in particular. There was such a long moment of silence that Szayel had begun to doubt he would answer at all. Finally, a softly uttered, "No," breezed past Ichigo's lips.
"Then, you're just as stupid as he is," Szayel snapped, glaring at the side of Ichigo's head.
Ichigo turned and glared right back, "Look...I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish by insulting me-"
"He still loves you, Ichigo. As a matter of fact, he's never stopped."
Szayel watched with satisfaction as Ichigo's face paled drastically and his lips parted in shock. It looked as if the younger male had no idea what to feel first, but obviously astonishment was winning out big time. He decided to continue while he still had the boy's attention, "Grimmjow is my best friend, but he's also a prideful baka. Too prideful, if you ask me. Do you know the lengths to which he went to get you to leave him? And all because he thought you deserved better than himself?" he asked incredulously, still unable to fathom his friend's thought process.
Ichigo opened and closed his mouth several times before opting to leave it shut as he stared back at Szayel. Szayel started to speak again, but this time Ichigo beat him to the punch, "Wait! What do you mean? I-I don't understand," he stuttered.
Szayel honestly felt bad for him, but he also felt the boy needed to hear the truth. He knew he had no right to meddle, but he figured Grimmjow would eventually forgive him if it meant having the orange-haired youth back at his side, "Grimmjow never had more than two drinks whenever we went out and the man never got high. He thought he was fooling me, but honestly, I don't know why he would think such a thing, since I'm in med-school and can tell when someone is genuinely under the influence or merely pretending.
"At any rate, he was more cohesive than he'd led others to believe, including you. And although he may seem like a bad boy in appearance, he does have a few morals. He would never have cheated on you, Ichigo. He was pretending with that, as well."
Szayel wanted to reach out and pat the boy's shoulder as he watched Ichigo struggling with his emotions. It was clear that Ichigo was still confused, "Szel-"
"Szayel," he swiftly corrected, fighting the urge to snap at the boy.
"Sorry. Szayel, Grimmjow cheated on me. He even admitted it," Ichigo uttered, voice laced with sheer bewilderment.
Szayel sighed, frustrated. Grimmjow had indeed dug himself a tidy, little hole. "What did he say exactly?"
Ichigo frowned and stared down at the bottle of beer in his hand, "H-he, he...he'd said..." his voice trailed off as his frown deepened.
Szayel waited patiently for the red head's response, somehow knowing that even though Grimmjow had deceived the boy, he hadn't outright lied to him. Ichigo lifted his head and glared off into the distance, mouth screwed up so tightly, it was white around the edges.
"I'd asked him who he'd been with and he'd asked me why it was my business. Then, he pointed out that-that I wasn't having sex with him anymore, but..." again Ichigo's voice died out as he finally allowed his eyes to meet Szayel's.
"But had he directly claimed being with someone else?" Szayel prodded gently, not wanting to scare Ichigo into silence, right when there was a breakthrough on the horizon.
Ichigo had another moment of silence before he slowly shook his head, "N-no, he didn't." Ichigo's hands were trembling as he used them both to grip his beer bottle. "What are you saying to me, Szayel? That Grimmjow...never cheated? That he only pushed me away because he thought I deserved someone better than him?" he asked, voice rising an octave with each question.
Szayel grinned widely, oblivious to Ichigo's crumbling composure and near breakdown, "Yes!" he answered enthusiastically before continuing, "So, you see? There's really nothing keeping the two of you apart except his pride and your ignorance."
Suddenly, Ichigo surged to his feet, sepia-brown eyes practically glowing with ire, "This isn't fucking funny, you pink-haired piece of shit!" Szayel felt his jaw drop in shock, but before he could respond, Ichigo continued his tirade, "I don't know what you're playing at, but you should stop before I kick your ass and post it on youtube!"
With that, Ichigo whirled on his heel and left the bar, his beer forgotten on the counter. Szayel rubbed his chin in thought, ignoring the curious glances from the other patrons surrounding him. Maybe this would turn out for the best, regardless of the younger man's anger. Szayel had – at the very least – given him something to chew on for the time being.
Grimmjow was that much closer to having him back.
Szayel got the attention of the short, white-haired bartender and ordered two beers, hoping for his sake that he was right.
XOXOXO
Grimmjow felt like he was slowly dying from the inside as he sat in his seat and watched Nnoitra toss a heavy bowling ball down the lane. He couldn't steer his thoughts from his orange-haired ex and it was driving him mad. He was jealous as hell and had had to stop himself several times from going over to Ichigo's new beau and squeezing the life out of him.
It was his own fault that Ichigo had moved on, after all.
He ground his teeth together as he heard the dark-haired man laugh at something Ichigo's blond friend had said. He couldn't take it anymore and jumped from his seat like it was on fire. Nnoitra glanced at him in surprise, his dark, violet eye narrowed skeptically.
"What the fuck's wrong with ya?" his tall friend asked, cradling a neon green bowling ball.
"Need a cigarette," he mumbled as he kicked off the annoyingly ugly bowling shoes and stepped into his high-top Nike Jordans.
He snatched up his light-gray hoodie and stalked towards the front door, body crying our for release in the form of nicotine. He saw exactly when Ichigo's blond friend noticed him, dark eyes going wide with surprise. Grimmjow sneered and quickened his pace when the blond turned to his dark-haired companion and pointed him out. He wasn't ready to become someone's entertainment. He made it to the outside of the building, stepped off to the side and after slipping into his hoodie, retrieved his smokes and lighter, hurriedly lighting one and inhaling deeply.
Blessed relief.
He exhaled slowly and rubbed his twitching right eyebrow. He didn't know what to do with himself. He hadn't really meant to confront Ichigo the way he had, but when he'd seen how angry his ex was after seeing him, he'd gone to make things a little less awkward. Or so he'd thought. He'd only meant to swallow his pride a bit, apologize and let Ichigo know that he was ok with his new boyfriend as long as the red head was happy. Then, Ichigo had plunged a stake through his heart by mentioning the cheating thing. It only hurt the way it did because HE knew it was untrue, but Ichigo didn't and what was worse, Grimmjow wanted to keep it that way.
He sucked in another lungful of the hazardous smoke and closed his eyes. He'd known he'd missed Ichigo, but being so close to him, smelling him, feeling him...it only made him realize that he ached for his ex. He'd wanted so badly to pull the smaller man close and kiss him. The need was breathtaking and acute and there was no way to get around it. Grimmjow rubbed his chest and winced. Maybe he should just leave while he still could. Being around Ichigo wasn't healthy for him, not to mention agonizing.
He was taking another pull on the cigarette, when Ichigo's new man stepped out of the bowling alley and stood a few feet away from him. Grimmjow scrunched his brows together, wondering if the raven-haired male was trying to initiate something, when he noticed the small phone tucked between the guy's ear and shoulder as he dug in his front pocket.
"Rukia, I can't deal with this right now," the man stated, making Grimmjow's frown deepen.
He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but hell, even if Ichigo wanted nothing to do with him, he would still make sure this new man of his had his best interests at heart.
"What are you talking about? You told me you were on birth control!" the man continued and Grimmjow could feel anger churning and frothing in his gut like bath foam. His cigarette forgotten, he turned to glare at the man's back as he went on with his conversation with this "Rukia" person.
"I'm not gonna leave him just because you made me believe you were on birth control, when you really weren't! That's not fair to him! Or me, for that matter!" There was a brief pause where Grimmjow was left feeling guilty for having doubted Ichigo's instincts, but the other man proceeded to open mouth and insert foot. "And? So what if I did fuck him? That's not your business!"
Grimmjow saw red.
He had no right, he knew, but he couldn't take the very proof of Ichigo having moved on. He couldn't take listening to this man flaunting the fact that he had probably done things only Grimmjow had been allowed to do to the strawberry and yes, it damn well bent him out of shape.
"Yes! Ok? Yes, I fucked him and yes, it was very good!" the man nearly shouted.
Grimmjow felt his nostrils flare as he dropped his cigarette and stormed up to the unsuspecting, dark-haired male. He fisted both hands in the front of the man's black t-shirt and roughly shoved him against the side of the building, the man's eyes going wide as he dropped his cell phone. Adrenaline coursed through Grimmjow's system in a hurry and his armpits were starting to perspire from his agitation. He snarled in the man's face, his upper lip curled back in disgust as he glared down at him.
He couldn't believe the cheek of this little fucker.
Grimmjow wanted to rip the man's dick clean from his body and toss it into the grass nearby, never to be used again and especially not on his strawberry. He didn't know what to say to the guy, so all he could do was stand and glare as he tried unsuccessfully to rein in his wrath. He had never before been so angry in his life and it almost scared him.
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy snapped wearing a deep frown as he tried to pry Grimmjow's hands from his shirt.
That only made him press the man harder against the wall as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The man's eyes were a weird shade of green and gray and at the moment, they were alive with annoyance and anger.
"I asked you a question, asshole!"
Grimmjow snorted, "Be careful what ya say 'round people ya don't know," he growled, unable to say what he really wanted to.
There was obviously a reason Ichigo hadn't told this guy about him and it wasn't his place to inform him. He would kick his ass though.
"G-Grimmjow, what are you doing?"
It was like an ice-cold bucket of water had been dumped over his head. He glared down at the onyx-haired man a few seconds more before releasing him and turning to face his ex-boyfriend. Ichigo stood a few feet away wearing a confused expression and Grimmjow immediately felt guilty. He shouldn't have jacked up the strawberry's boyfriend, but he'd been beyond pissed.
Instead of answering Ichigo, he gave the dark-haired man one last warning glance, then threw his hood over his head as he stalked off through the parking lot and towards his car. He had to get out of there before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
"Grimmjow! Wait!"
Ichigo.
"I said wait, dammit!"
"Leave me alone, Ichigo. Go back to your boyfriend," he tossed over his shoulder without bothering to look back.
It killed him to acknowledge that dark-haired guy as Ichigo's boyfriend, but it had to be done. He quickly wound through the rows of parked vehicles before he spotted the dark-green mini-van that was obscuring his smaller, silver sedan. He was fishing around in his hoodie pocket for his car keys, when his elbow was gripped and tugged with more force than he'd expected from the smaller male.
Finally, he faced the man, inwardly cringing at the look on Ichigo's face. Those syrupy-brown eyes were glinting with anger and confusion and those thin, orange brows were furrowed together. Grimmjow licked his lips and averted his gaze, for once uncertain of how to react or respond.
"Why did you attack Kaien?" Ichigo asked, voice sharp as a whip's crack.
Grimmjow couldn't help himself and sneered in disdain, "Oh, that's lover-boy's name? Sorry if I scared 'im," he bit out, unable to conceal his white-hot rage and jealousy. "I never thought ya'd fuck someone like that though," he spat as if the very words tasted awful on his tongue.
Ichigo shook his head, frown deepening as he considered him silently. Grimmjow wanted to shift in discomfort under that dissecting gaze, but refused to show anymore weakness. " What the fuck are you talking about? For one, I've never fucked him and two, I don't understand! You cheated on me! You did this to us! You're the one that went and fu-" Ichigo started.
Emotions (aside from the immense relief at finding his strawberry really hadn't had sex with that lying asshole) Grimmjow had been keeping under lock and key, finally managed to burst free from their prison as he growled and pushed Ichigo against the van parked beside his car. His left hand on the shorter male's chest, he gazed imploringly down into those mesmerizing brown eyes, "I didn't fuckin' cheat on you, Ichigo!" he exclaimed, heart hammering ruthlessly behind his ribs.
Kami, he'd wanted to say that since the night Ichigo had walked out of his life.
Ichigo stared up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes and Grimmjow further gave into temptation. He brought his right hand up to cup the back of Ichigo's neck as he dipped his head and let his lips settle over the soft, parted ones of his ex. Ichigo gasped, his mouth opening a little more and Grimmjow took full advantage, slipping his tongue into the unsuspecting cavern. He groaned at the taste he'd missed so much. Ichigo's hands came up to push him away, but when Grimmjow deepened the kiss and used the hand that had been on the red head's chest to grip his hip and pull him closer, Ichigo relented and began returning the kiss with a feverish intensity.
Grimmjow couldn't breathe and he really didn't want to. That would mean ending the kiss and for the love of everything Christmas, he definitely didn't want that. Ichigo was moaning softly and pressing his body closer to him as he clung to his hoodie and Grimmjow had the hand that had been cupping the back of Ichigo's neck, buried in the man's bright orange locks. The kiss was desperate and needy and filled with all kinds of urgency.
His heart felt like it was on the verge of beating itself to death, but he didn't care. He'd been craving this for so long and even if it was merely a fluke, he wanted to experience it for as long as possible. Ichigo lifted a hand and ran it through his tousled blue hair, making his body quiver like a jellyfish.
"Ichigo!"
Ichigo jerked away from him as if he were the devil himself, leaving him panting and aching in places that had been dormant for the past eight months. Ichigo's eyes were wide as he stared up at him again, this time touching his lips in awe. Grimmjow stepped back and bumped into his car, pulling his keys from his hoodie pocket as the sound of footsteps grew nearer. He turned, fumbling with them due to his shaking hands before he managed to find the right one and fit it into the lock. After he unlocked his car, he glanced over his shoulder one last time at his ex, who was still breathing heavily and staring at him as if he'd seen a ghost.
Grimmjow eased into his car, threw back his hood and started the engine, backing out of the parking spot with a squeal of rubber against pavement just as Ichigo's dark-haired boyfriend reached him. He watched in the rear view mirror as Ichigo snapped out of his reverie and turned to the concerned man before he peeled out of the lot and sped down the street.
He was going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.
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