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The Fairy Prince	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 4: BARRIER BROKEN
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Ahhhhh, blessed fucking silence. Finally. Ichigo collapsed on the couch, after arriving home from school. The past two weeks had been pure hell on his nerves. Blue, Stick, and the green-haired girl had driven him absolutely fucking nuts, and the terrible part was the fact that they had rarely been around during the day. They would only return from Urahara's place at night, damn near starving. What the fuck! Hadn't the man seen fit to feed them?
And Blue! Good Lord, if Ichigo thought he was bad before Urahara came into the picture, he was a million times worse now. He clung to Ichigo like a baby sloth, it was ridiculous. Not to mention, whenever he and Shinji had had conversations, Blue had been all in Ichigo's mouth like he was trying to read his lips, and that certainly didn't bode well.
Although, there had been a few hilarious instances in the past couple of weeks, that made the madness not seem so bad. Aha! Let's backtrack, shall we?
Week One
Wednesday
Ichigo had come home from class to a, thankfully, silent apartment, and after changing into a pair of black, basketball shorts and a black, sleeveless shirt, collapsed on the couch for a moment of relaxation. He'd just turned the tv on, when the front door exploded inwards, followed by a bright blue blur. What the fuck?
Ichigo sat up, eyes wide, and his heart knocking against his ribs painfully, as he looked around for the culprit that had caused the heavy apartment door to hang uselessly from its hinges. Suddenly, Blue appeared in front of him, on his knees, blue eyes enormous and pleading, as he gripped Ichigo's thighs. He glanced fearfully at the open doorway, then back at Ichigo, and shook his head desperately, speaking that odd language. What the fucking hell, yes?
Ichigo was, for lack of a better word, thunderstruck. He had absolutely no clue what the hell was going on, or what had Blue so frightened. At that moment, Stick and Urahara appeared in the doorway, making Blue's entire body tense, as he growled like a huge cat.
Stick was cackling like a witch, while Urahara wore a cheerful grin, and brandished a large pair of scissors. Blue pulled Ichigo to his feet, and shook him by the shoulders, none too gently, mind you, as he continued spouting his language.
"Urahara, what the fuck is wrong with this guy?" Ichigo managed, once his teeth had stopped rattling, and his head had stopped spinning from the brutal shaking.
"Kurosaki-kun, his name is Grimmjow, and...he isn't very pleased with the idea of getting his hair cut," Urahara answered, tiredly. Ichigo's eyes widened, before he scowled deeply.
"Why the hell do you wanna cut his hair? That'd be a fuckin' waste don't you think?"
Urahara raised a brow in amusement, smiling, as he stepped forward, which only tightened Blue's death grip on Ichigo's shoulders.
"Why, Kurosaki-kun, don't tell me you fancy-"
Ichigo blushed hotly and snapped, "I don't fancy anything! It's just...his hair is really long, and it would be a shame to cut it off, that's all!"
"Mm, I see." Urahara turned to Stick, spoke a few words, which resulted in Stick's menacing grin to spread, as he moved towards Ichigo and Blue. "Kurosaki-kun, please step away from Grimmjow," Urahara stated calmly.
"No. I don't see the point in cutting the man's hair if it's not what he wants," Ichigo growled, stepping in front of Grimmjow with his arms spread, as if to block Stick's advance.
Don't ask him why, or what exactly it was he thought he would do to prevent Stick from reaching his goal, because he really had no fucking clue. It made sense at the moment, and he'd always been a spontaneous kind of guy.
Before Ichigo or Stick could make any moves, Ichigo's arms were trapped behind his back, as he was pulled out of the way, and Grimmjow was immediately tackled by Stick. Well, shit, if Stick hadn't subdued him, who the hell? Then, Ichigo heard a girlish giggle, and tensed. The green-haired girl had his arms pinned behind his back in a steel grip. What the fuck? Where did she come from?
"Thank you, Neliel," Urahara chirped.
Ichigo watched in horror, as Stick produced several lengths of rope, and after hauling Grimmjow to one of the highbacked kitchen chairs, bound him to it tightly. Grimmjow kicked and struggled, until Stick rolled his eye, and tied the blue-haired fairy's legs to the chair as well. Grimmjow yelled continuously, and Ichigo imagined he was saying every cuss word known in his language.
"Much better," Urahara smiled, as he approached Grimmjow, who was still yelling, and glaring instant death at the blond.
Urahara proceeded to speak something to Grimmjow, distracting him, before there was the sound of a single, loud "snip". Grimmjow gave a very unmanly squeak, and watched with wide eyes, as a long section of his beautiful blue hair drifted to the floor, seemingly in slow motion. Ichigo felt bad for him.
After that, Grimmjow no longer put up a fight, staring rather dejectedly at the floor. Urahara quickly snipped away, alternating between the scissors, and a comb he'd pulled from his kimono, until Grimmjow's hair lay in a pile on the floor. It looked similar to spun silk, incredibly pretty, and Ichigo felt a sudden surge of remorse.
Although...
Urahara had cut Grimmjow's hair incredibly short, considering its previous length, but...it looked good on the man. Very good, actually. In fact, it gave him a sexy, almost bad boy kind of appearance-minus the ears of course-and Ichigo felt himself blushing, the more he stared.
Grimmjow happened to look up at that moment, catching Ichigo's appreciative gaze, and his lips slowly creased into a grin. He nodded his head, his eyebrows raised in question, and all Ichigo could do was nod back.
The girl, Neliel, finally released him, and he stormed over to Grimmjow, undoing the ropes that bound him to the chair. Once they were loose, Grimmjow's hand flew up, and ran through his newly cropped tresses, his eyes widening. He swung around in the chair, and glared down at the pile of hair, resting innocently on the floor, before a low growl erupted from his throat.
Without warning, Grimmjow was out of the seat, his hand wrapped securely around Stick's throat, as he shoved the thin man against the fridge. Boxes of cereal toppled from the top of the appliance, to the kitchen counter, while magnets clattered to the floor. Ichigo felt like now would be an excellent time to intervene, before blood was shed, and he was left to clean up the mess..
He stepped forward, wrapping his fingers around Grimmjow's flexing bicep, and shook his head, once the man turned wide blue eyes towards him. Using his free hand, Ichigo ran it through Grimmjow's disgustingly soft, blue hair, shaking free several loose strands that Urahara had missed with his comb.
Grimmjow's grip on Stick's neck slackened, but before anyone could react, he punched the living shit out of Stick, snapping the skinny man's head to the right with the force of the blow. Ichigo watched with wide eyes, as Grimmjow spat something in his language, stormed to his precious pile of blue hair, and gathered it in his arms, before stomping off, in a huff, to Ichigo's bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Ichigo had just snorted, helplessly dissolving into hysterical laughter, when Shinji stepped into the living room, eyes wide and mouth open, as he took in the destroyed door. His gaze swung to Ichigo, then to Stick, who was leaning against the refrigerator, holding his bleeding nose, and lastly to Urahara, who was still standing beside the kitchen chair Grimmjow had occupied. Scissors in hand, and a smile plastered across his face, Urahara hurriedly started for the door.
"Don't worry about the door, I'll have someone here to fix it within the hour!" he exclaimed, and swept out of the apartment.
"I-Ichi, what the eff?"
Ichigo shook his head, ambled back to the couch, and as he plopped down, grabbing the remote in the process, answered, "Grimmjow got a haircut."
"Grimmjow? Is that Blue's name?" Ichigo nodded.
"Yep."
"Oh."
Week One
Friday
Ichigo was tired. Grimmjow had kept him awake all night with his god-forsaken staring. It was fucking unnerving. Ichigo had awakened around three in the morning to go to the bathroom, only to see his guest's shining blue eyes watching him carefully. At that moment, Ichigo wished Grimmjow could understand him, because he let loose a wicked string of expletives that would've made a sailor blush. The blunet had only smiled, and raised a brow at him in amusement. Motherfucker.
That morning, Ichigo had gone to class, as per usual, trudging into the apartment around four in the afternoon, dead on his feet. His professors had been exceptionally boring that day, putting Ichigo to sleep with ease.
The apartment was dead silent, so Ichigo thought he was alone, and almost whooped for joy, but he was too fucking tired. He did have to piss though. He trudged to the bathroom, flinging the door wide, and froze in his tracks, mouth falling open. Oh. Hell. No.
"SHINJI, WHAT THE FUCK!" Ichigo bellowed, as he backed out of the bathroom.
"Oh, shit!" Shinji yelped, pulling the shower curtain closed.
Ichigo wanted to burn his eyes right out of his head. If he could rewind time, this would be the moment in his life that he would re-do. Shinji had been bent at the waist, bracing his hands against the shower wall, as Stick pounded into him quite fervently from behind.
Ichigo had backed away so quickly, his foot got caught in the rug, and he fell back, landing hard on his ass. Oww. He cursed up a storm, as the bathroom door was slammed shut.
"Why didn't you lock the fucking thing in the first place, you nympho!" Ichigo shrieked.
Suddenly, the front door, as well as his bedroom door, opened at the same time. Ichigo was still rooted to the spot on the floor, in front of the bathroom door. Grimmjow emerged from Ichigo's bedroom, rubbing his eyes, and wearing nothing but a pair of gray boxers, his hair a sexy mess. Jesus Christ on a fucking crutch.
Neliel stepped through the front door, wearing a wide, friendly grin, and a dark blue t-shirt with black jeans. She was barefoot, and carrying a few grocery bags, that she placed on the kitchen table, eyeing Ichigo the whole while.
Ichigo slowly rose from the floor, chanting to himself that he would turn Shinji into tomato paste, and headed for his bedroom. He didn't even have to relieve himself anymore. Grimmjow gave him a concerned glance, as he stepped out of Ichigo's way. Ichigo ignored the look, and stomped into his room, steaming like a fresh pot of rice. He couldn't believe Shinji! Damn, at least have the decency to do that shit in the privacy of the bedroom.
Ichigo grabbed a pale green t-shirt and darker green pajama pants, from the bottom drawer of his dresser, and began to undress, completely unaware of his audience...until Grimmjow placed a hand on Ichigo's bare shoulder, brow creased in a scowl.
Ichigo jumped, and finally acknowledged the tall, handsome, blue-haired...what the hell? He couldn't even concentrate when looking at Grimmjow. Ichigo hated to admit it, but his anger with Shinji really stemmed from his own jealousy and sexual frustration. Shinji was getting...very...laid, while Ichigo hadn't had sex in over six months.
He was pretty positive Grimmjow would only be more than willing to assist him in that area, but Ichigo was hesitant to make the first move. He didn't want to seem too forward, although, Grimmjow obviously had no qualms with that, if the looks Ichigo had been subjected to were any indication.
Ichigo met Grimmjow's ocean blue gaze, and shook his head slightly, as he covered the man's hand resting on his shoulder with his own, indicating nothing was wrong. It was all he could do, since they still didn't understand one another yet, and frankly, there were no hand gestures on this planet that could describe what he'd just seen.
Grimmjow considered him for a moment, then nodded, and turned on his heel, leaving the room. Ichigo had just slipped into his loungewear, when Grimmjow's loud, deep laughter echoed through the apartment, making him involuntarily smile. The man's laughter was extremely contagious, not to mention his wide, feral grins.
Ichigo left his bedroom, only to bump into a furiously blushing Shinji. The blond only wore a towel, and had his right hand covering the right side of his face, as if to prevent Ichigo from seeing him.
"I hate Grimmjow," he muttered sullenly.
"Serves you right for teasing me. Karma sure is a bitch. Besides, no one told you to get freaky in the bathroom without lockin' the fuckin' door," Ichigo teased. Shinji didn't even reply, he just rushed into his bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Ichigo chuckled and moved into the living room, where Stick was seated on the couch, wearing white pajama pants, and a satisfied, shit-eating grin, while Grimmjow clutched the back of the sofa, doubled over with laughter. Meanwhile, Neliel looked shell-shocked, as she sat unmoving at the kitchen table.
Week Two
Saturday
Everyone had decided to stay in the apartment that day, since Urahara had gone off somewhere, and probably wouldn't be back until later in the evening. Ichigo sighed dejectedly. He'd been awakened that morning, by a handsome, blue-haired man, hovering over him.
Ichigo had been sleeping heavily, most likely snoring and drooling, immensely enjoying his time for sleeping in, when the strange sensation of being watched, had, surprisingly, roused him from his sound slumber.
Lying on his back, his right arm behind his head, and his left resting on his stomach, he'd opened his eyes to see Grimmjow's intense blue ones gazing down at him. Ichigo opened his mouth wide...and screamed. Loudly.
Grimmjow, obviously not expecting that kind of reaction, shouted something, and fell backwards, landing on his ass. Ichigo sat up, scooting backwards, and pulling the sheet up to his neck, as if he had breasts, and they had been exposed.
Nnoitra, Urahara had informed him of Stick's name, burst in the room holding his sword, eye still narrowed and crusted with sleep, followed closely by Shinji. Upon closer inspection, Ichigo realized the two were wrapped in the same sheet, and that seemed to bring everything into focus, allowing his fear to subside. Grimmjow was staring incredulously at him, as if he'd lost his mind.
"Don't fuckin' do that!" Ichigo snapped, making Grimmjow scowl, and raise a thin, blue brow. "Ugghh, whatever!"
From there, Ichigo knew going back to sleep would be fucking impossible, so he trudged to the kitchen to start breakfast, Grimmjow right on his heels. God, the man was like an overgrown puppy.
Nnoitra and Shinji shuffled back to their shared room, slamming the door, while Neliel sat up, watching Ichigo over the back of the couch. In no time, breakfast was ready, and Grimmjow and Neliel wolfed it down like starving children. Ridiculous.
"Shin! Food's done!" Ichigo shouted.
"Thanks!" was the muffled reply.
The three in the kitchen moved to the living room, and Ichigo reached for the remote, flipping the tv on, as he collapsed on the love seat. All of a sudden, loud moaning, grunting and panting filled the silence, as the picture on the screen displayed two men vigorously doing the horizontal hokey pokey. Ichigo fumbled with the remote, trying to change the station, and after a few unsuccessful tries, realized it was a dvd that had been left on overnight. Who the hell would...?
Finally, he managed to cut the power for the dvd player, and glanced over at Neliel and Grimmjow. Poor Neliel had her hands covering her face, but her morbid curiosity had her peeking through her fingers, and Grimmjow...Ichigo shook his head. Grimmjow's eyebrows were at his hairline, and a wide grin was splitting his face. Pervert.
Ichigo flipped through the channels, and settled on a sappy romance for Neliel, before going back to his room to hopefully catch a nap. Shit, he was tired as hell. He crawled into his bed, which now smelled strongly of Grimmjow, which was a mixture of Ichigo's shampoo, and the man's own musky scent. It was heady, and Ichigo felt himself drifting off immediately.
Present Day
Ichigo grimaced, as he remembered waking from his nap, lying damn near on top of Grimmjow-who must've come in while he'd been asleep-with his face buried in the man's neck, right arm wrapped around the man's slim waist, and right leg draped over the man's right thigh. Grimmjow's right hand had been buried in Ichigo's hair, while his left had been resting on Ichigo's forearm. They'd been tangled up like a pair of lovers. Talk about fucking embarrassed? Jesus.
He'd been so shocked, that he rolled right off the bed, landing on the floor with a solid "whump". Not pleasant, he could assure you. Grimmjow woke, then leaned over the side of the bed, his blue eyes still sleepy, as he stared down at Ichigo.
Saying something would have been pointless, so he'd just crawled in the bed, going back to sleep, this time not even minding when Grimmjow curved himself against his back, and wrapped his arm around his waist. It had been comfortable.
The apartment had been extremely lively, and Ichigo hadn't really had much quiet time to do anything, let alone study. He hoped his grades wouldn't suffer, because he was certainly going to take advantage of the peace, and grab some extra slee-
"Ichi! I'm home!" Shinji called, as he stepped inside the apartment, followed by their houseguests. Fuuuuck. Who the hell had it out for him up there? "Guess what!" Shinji continued, as he plopped down next to Ichigo on the couch.
"Hey, Shin," Ichigo sighed. "I don't know, tell-"
"Hi, Ichigo!" a feminine voice cried from his right. Ichigo bolted upright, his eyes wide, as he stared at Neliel.
"What the fuck? You speak Japanese now? B-but how? That was so quick!" Ichigo sputtered.
"Kisuke is a very wise man, and he used a spell that would help us learn faster."
"Quit lookin' all surprised, we ain't exactly human, ya know," Nnoitra snapped.
Ichigo paid him positively no mind, because his heart was in the process of tap dancing its way into his mouth, as he glanced timidly at Grimmjow. Oh no, oh no, oh no, OH NO! Grimmjow met his panicked gaze, and smirked devilishly.
"What's wrong, Ichigo?" he rumbled, his sinful voice like a caress.
"Oh, man," Ichigo groaned in dismay.
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