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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 5: MADE A FOOL OF ME
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XOXOXO
Fuck.
BAM!
Fuck! Fuck!
BAM! BAM!
FUCK!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Why the fuck had he done that?
Why the fuck had he even gone?
Grimmjow bared his teeth, so angry, he could barely stand to be inside his own skin. Sweat poured down the sides of his face and down his brow, running into his eyes, but he considered the consequential sting a well-deserved punishment. He clenched his hands into tight fists, the athletic tape and gauze wrapped around them making the motion take much more effort than it normally would. He was panting harshly, his bare chest heaving up and down as he took a step back.
His heart beat so fast and hard, it made his limbs shake. His gray and white basketball shorts were clinging to his sweat-drenched legs, making him itch for a shower to rid himself of the icky feeling, but he couldn't stop. Every time he managed to calm down, his stomach would lurch with unease and fury and he ended up abusing the heavy bag again.
He wiped the annoying perspiration from his eyes with the back of his wrist and tilted his head back afterward. He was at such a fucking loss as far as the situation with Ichigo went. When his ex had called him, he'd been sitting on the couch at home, flipping through the channels for something interesting to watch. Once he'd seen the readout and registered Ichigo's name, all he could do was sit and stare dumbly as the phone rang in his hand.
He'd been clueless.
Why Ichigo was calling him had crossed his mind several times before he realized the phone had stopped ringing. Snapping out of his daze, he had hurried and called him back, hoping the call would be answered. The first call had been unanswered, but miraculously, Ichigo answered during the second.
The only reason Grimmjow could find for Ichigo calling him was because he was hurt and couldn't reach his boyfriend or something. He hadn't been expecting the red head to inquire about the kiss, since it had been a week since it had occurred.
Honestly, he'd thought the red head had forgotten.
How wrong he'd been.
Ichigo wasn't a big drinker, but he'd been toasted when he'd called. Grimmjow had argued with himself, knowing that going to see Ichigo was a bad idea, but he'd been afraid something would happen to him if left to his own devices, drunk and in the park at night. So, going against his better judgment, he'd gone to see the red head, hoping that Ichigo wouldn't bring up the whole kiss thing again.
He'd been wrong once more.
Ichigo had not only brought it up, he'd poked it with a sharp stick.
The look on the younger man's face had caused Grimmjow to cave and tell him the truth, which only pissed Ichigo off, sending him into a rage that he'd never witnessed before.
He was surprised Ichigo hadn't hit him.
Then again, he had been drunk.
Grimmjow collapsed onto a nearby weight bench, snatching up a bottle of water he'd stashed beside it on the floor. He popped the top and pulled deeply from it, his head cocked back and eyes shut. He had apologized to Ichigo and hugged him in a moment of weakness. He hated seeing his ex in pain. Those endlessly deep, brown eyes had been filled with too much turmoil and pain and it broke his heart to see.
Then, Ichigo's boyfriend had called.
Grimmjow believed that was the reason he was seething and chomping at the bit. Ichigo had left him confused and wondering what the hell would happen between them now. If he had followed his first instincts in the park, Ichigo would be with him right now, his dark-haired boyfriend be damned. That wasn't to say that he'd changed his mind, but he just didn't want to force his ex into anything he wasn't ready for, not to mention, Ichigo had been too saucy to think straight, so any decision-making would have been tainted by inebriation.
"This is ridiculous," a haughty tenor spoke from his right.
Grimmjow opened his eyes and turned to the voice, registering his best friend staring at him with equal measures of exasperation and frustration. Szayel had on a pair of black, tear-away, warm up pants, a white t-shirt and black, running shoes. There was a light-blue towel draped over his left shoulder and a bottle of water in his right hand. His glasses were gone at the moment, leaving his honey-colored eyes exposed and sharper than a scalpel.
"The fuck're ya talkin' 'bout?" Grimmjow grumbled, leaning back on the bench and resting his weight on his elbows.
"I saw you trying to beat a hole into that punching bag, Grimmjow. It isn't healthy what you're going through."
Grimmjow sneered and shut his eyes again, his head lolling to the side, "Don' know whatcha mean."
Grimmjow heard Szayel's soft footsteps against the rubbery floor of the weight/training room at the local, twenty-four hour gym. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell that his pink-haired friend had taken a seat across from him on the vacant bench-press. He also knew that Szayel was absolutely right, but what the fuck could he say about it? There was no way he was going to admit that the reason he'd been beating the heavy bag into a pulp was because he was all screwed in the head over his ex, whom he'd pushed away himself. He snorted disgustedly.
He was fucking pathetic.
He'd known he shouldn't have gone to see Ichigo and now he was paying the price: a hefty dose of confusion and perplexed frustration. Ichigo had told him that he wasn't seeing the dark-haired guy anymore, but as soon as the guy had called, he'd run off to meet him. That had seared deeper than a third-degree burn. Grimmjow thought they'd been on the verge of at least reconciling a friendship, but then they'd been cut off before anything could be completely resolved. So, here he sat, questioning himself, as well as his ex.
Did Ichigo still want him?
If he judged by that kiss a week ago, he would have to say yes.
But then, he might have ruined that by telling Ichigo the truth of why they'd broken up in the first place. Grimmjow hadn't expected the news to hurt the orange-haired man so badly, but it had. Ichigo had been more than pissed off, but he had the wrong idea. Grimmjow hadn't thrown him away. He'd done his best to preserve Ichigo's "goodness". Ichigo didn't deserve to have a bum ass guy latched to him and dragging him under.
But Ichigo had brought up a valid point.
To his ex, it appeared as if Grimmjow didn't care. As if he hadn't cared and in the process, spat in the face of his love.
It wasn't true, but he couldn't deny seeing how Ichigo could draw that conclusion.
Fuck.
"What do you plan to do about this situation, Grimmjow?" Szayel continued, the soft pop of a cap echoing in the silent weight room.
He shrugged. What could he do?
Wait...
How much did Szayel know?
"Ya seem awfully knowledgeable, Szayel," he murmured, covering his eyes with his hand. "I don' recall tellin' ya 'bout any a'mah problems."
"Do you think I'm blind?" Szayel's voice rose incredulously, anger clearly evident. "You can't honestly think I didn't see that little spectacle at King Pin!"
Grimmjow felt the blood drain from his face as he finally opened his eyes and lifted his hand away. Szayel didn't mean he saw him and Ichigo kiss, did he? He sat up and gave his best friend his full attention, heart galloping like a racehorse.
"What exactly didja see?" he asked cautiously, his throat tight.
Szayel huffed and crossed his thin arms over his chest, his head turning to the side as he shut his eyes petulantly. "I saw everything!" he answered.
Grimmjow gulped and looked off to his left. If Szayel saw him kiss Ichigo, it was no wonder he was having a titty attack. "I didn' mean ta do it," Grimmjow mumbled, covering his face with his hands.
"I highly doubt that."
Grimmjow lowered his hands and snarled, "I didn' mean ta kiss 'im," he enunciated carefully as he bore holes into his friend's face.
Szayel slowly turned his head back towards Grimmjow, his features slack with shock. Grimmjow scowled a bit as he studied the other man, wondering what could be making him look like that. He had just said he'd seen everything, so why did he look so fucking surprised?
Szayel's mouth fell open slightly, but he managed to catch himself as he calmly and purposely climbed to his feet. He took the scant three steps creating the gap between them and once he was standing right in front of Grimmjow, he brought his hand back and faster than Grimmjow could register the movement, slapped the back of his head with enough force to jar his teeth.
All he could do was stare.
If he'd been in his right frame of mind, he would have beaten his best friend worse than that heavy bag.
Had Szayel really hit him?
"What the fuck?" he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.
"You are the stupidest, dumbest, most idiotic man I have ever met in my entire fucking life!" Szayel snapped, his elegant and normally controlled face flushed a deep crimson. "What in kami-sama's name were you thinking? Were you even thinking?"
Grimmjow eased off the bench, raising himself to his full height, which stood a towering six inches over the pink-haired man. That didn't seem to matter to Szayel, who was still in the process of fuming and shaming a tomato with his hue.
"Ya hit me again, an' I'll kick yer ass, Szayel," Grimmjow uttered threateningly, meaning every word that passed his lips.
"I don't care, you moronic buffoon! You probably ruined everything I set in motion!" the other man argued and Grimmjow frowned.
Huh?
"What the fuck're ya talkin' 'bout, now?" he quizzed.
"At King Pin, I told Ichigo the truth and now, you've probably messed up everything!"
His brow twitched and a vein along his temple throbbed.
He'd done WHAT?
Grimmjow didn't even realize he'd moved, until he had his best friend slammed against the mirrored wall of the weight room, his lips pulled back into a fearsome snarl as he fisted the neck of Szayel's t-shirt. "Y-ya had no right! No right!" he seethed.
"He deserved to know, Grimmjow! Stop being a fucking coward and fix things-"
Grimmjow pulled his hand away and smashed his fist into Szayel's face, the smaller man's bottom lip splitting on impact. Szayel's head snapped back and cracked against the mirror, but not enough to cause any substantial damage. Mustard-colored eyes that had been screwed shut during the hit, slowly rolled open and latched onto Grimmjow's face.
"You still love him," Szayel deadpanned, "and he still loves you."
Grimmjow's eyes went saucer wide and he eventually released his hold on his best friend. Szayel sagged against the mirrored wall and straightened his t-shirt before lifting a hand to touch his bleeding lip. He threw eye daggers at Grimmjow as he slunk over to where his towel and bottle of water rested. He picked up the water, dampened his towel and held it to his lip that was slowly swelling.
Grimmjow didn't know what to do or say.
He was furious that Szayel had over-stepped his bounds, but at the same time knew the man was right. Ichigo did deserve to know the truth, but at what cost? Grimmjow didn't see any hope in their future after the way Ichigo had reacted in the park.
Grimmjow watched the pink-haired man gathering his things, guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. Once Szayel had all of his belongings together, he trudged to the door of the weight room, glancing over his shoulder before he exited, "I really thought you had more balls than this. Perhaps, I was wrong," he stated, then disappeared into the hallway.
Grimmjow collapsed onto the bench he'd been occupying earlier and covered his face with his hands.
Was he truly being a coward?
XOXOXO
Ichigo doubled back from the front door to his home to greet Kaien. The dark-haired man emerged from his hunter-green, Nissan Altima and slowly strolled over, his hands shoved into the pockets of a pair of turquoise board shorts. He also wore a form-fitting, black t-shirt and black, low-top Vans. His onyx colored hair stuck up on his head as if he hadn't bothered with a comb or brush that day and his aqua-gray eyes seemed exhausted. They met up at Ichigo's front gate, Kaien having a hard time making eye contact as he rubbed the back of his head.
Ichigo didn't want to seem rude, but he needed to take care of some business before they began talking. "I'll be back. I need to go inside for a minute," he said and without waiting for the other man's reply, turned on his heel and headed into his house.
He took the stairs three at a time, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to contemplate what Kaien could possibly have to talk to him about at this hour. And why hadn't the man been answering his phone all day? Come to think of it, why had he been behaving so strangely to begin with? Ever since that night at King Pin, he'd been...different. If Kaien had seen him kissing Grimmjow, he hadn't bothered to mention it.
He kind of hoped Kaien had seen them. It would make telling him that much easier.
Once he reached the top of the stairs, he went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, then headed into his bedroom to change his shirt. He didn't think he'd gotten any upchuck on it, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. A fresh, purple t-shirt donned, he skipped down the stairs, adrenaline pushing away the cobwebs of his intoxication.
The house was silent as a tomb as he made his way to the door, meaning his sisters and idiot old man had to be sleeping. That meant he couldn't argue too loudly with Kaien. Ichigo shrugged and opened the door, not surprised to see Kaien seated on the top step of the stoop. The raven-haired man glanced up, his eyes haunted and his mouth drawn down into a frown. Ichigo felt dread descend like a stone in his gut as he shut the door and continued to observe Kaien's countenace.
What the hell could be wrong?
He lowered himself beside the other man and unconsciously held his breath as he waited for the conversation to commence. His chest was tight and he realized that he was actually nervous. No matter how bad things had gotten between him and Kaien, he still liked the guy. That much was obvious.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kaien finally spoke, "Ichigo, I gotta tell you something," he stated, his normally confident tenor cracking.
"Yeah, you said that part already," Ichigo retorted, his nerves causing him to sound cold and unconcerned, when he was anything but.
Kaien glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then ran a shaky hand through his dark, spiky locks. "I know you've noticed that I've been kinda distant lately," he started, to which Ichigo snorted. Nervous or not, he couldn't deny the absurdity of that statement. Kaien winced, but forged forward, "Um, well, you see..." his voice trailed off as he scrubbed a hand over his face in agitation. He lowered the hand and picked up where he left off. "...My ex-girlfriend is pregnant."
Ichigo knew his eyes were probably the size of silver dollars, but he really couldn't help it. Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't been that.
"I-is it yours?" he decided to ask.
Kaien nodded slowly and turned to face him full-on. "Yeah. At least, I think so. When we were together, she told me she was on birth control and like an idiot, I believed her. I mean, I had known she wanted kids and all, but I wasn't ready for that step. I certainly didn't think she would do something as drastic as that," he rambled.
Ichigo felt like all the blood in his body was currently rushing to his head. There was a great roaring noise and his sinuses felt all tingly, like he had to sneeze or something. He rubbed his nose, wondering what this was supposed to mean. Was Kaien breaking up with him?
"Well, this was before...before us, right?" he asked, his voice wobbling embarrassingly.
Kaien didn't pick up on his uncertainty, "Oh, yeah. But she knows about us and now that she's pregnant, she wants me back. She wants me to leave you," he stated, his voice turning somber.
He knew it. He knew Kaien was trying to break things off.
Ichigo scoffed and climbed to his feet, the sudden motion causing him to go light-headed. Kaien followed him with his eyes as Ichigo dusted off his shorts. "Well, you don't have to let me down easily. I understand," Ichigo muttered a tad bitterly.
It was always hard being dumped, no matter how short the relationship. The rejection did something to a person's pride.
Kaien leaped to his feet, his arms outstretched and his aqua-gray eyes wild and round, "Wh-wha? Wait! What are you talking about? I don't wanna break up with you, Ichigo!" he exclaimed. "I just thought you should know about what's going on. I don't want you to think I'm a liar and hiding shit from you!"
Ichigo stood rooted to the spot like a big Ichigo tree. His mouth had fallen open as he stared at Kaien in pure shock. He was speechless and unsure of what to do next. He liked Kaien, he really did, but he still had an unresolved issue with his ex.
With Grimmjow.
Kaien used Ichigo's moment of astonishment to ease his arms around his waist and pull him closer. "I like you, Ichigo. Me and Rukia are over, I swear; it's you I want."
Ichigo lowered his head, his thoughts running together and forming one, huge mass of confusion. He placed a hand against Kaien's chest to keep some distance between them as he tried to figure out what he was going to do.
On one hand, he had Kaien, his new boyfriend. The man was funny, kind, handsome and as far as he knew, he'd never lied to him.
Then, on the other hand, he had his ex, Grimmjow. Grimmjow was everything he ever wanted in a man; he was just as funny (if not more so) as Kaien, he could be just as kind and he was definitely handsome. Ichigo loved him.
But...
Grimmjow had lied to him. Pushed him away. Mistreated him, when there had been no cause for it at all.
Ichigo didn't think he could trust the man ever again.
He peered up into Kaien's odd-colored eyes and allowed a slow smile to bloom. "You sure this is what you want?" he asked, the fingers on Kaien's chest curling into a fist as he clutched the man's t-shirt.
Kaien grinned and closed the gap between their bodies, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," he murmured, his head lowering and lips edging closer.
Ichigo smirked and leaned up to meet the man in a gentle, but somewhat heated kiss.
He would worry about Grimmjow later.
XOXOXO
Grimmjow sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel and knees bouncing up and down.
Kami, you would think he was eighteen again with the way he was behaving.
He glanced out of the window and peered up at the two-storied home, his heart thrashing wildly in his chest. He saw the light on in the bedroom, so he knew Ichigo was home. Whether the man would want to see him was a different can of beans entirely.
Grimmjow had been thinking a lot about what Szayel had said to him and he was convinced that he wasn't a fucking coward. Now, all he had to do was prove it. Another glance at the house and a deep breath later, he was shucking out of his car and heading up to his ex's stoop. He hadn't called ahead of time because if he had, Ichigo definitely wouldn't have seen him.
No.
He had to ambush the orange-haired man, sadly.
Grimmjow rang the bell and at the sound of its chime, along with a bunch of shuffling and shouting, he remembered that Ichigo's father was insane. He took a couple steps back from the stoop, just as the door swung open revealing a dark-haired, older man with his leg raised and poised to kick.
"Aha! I see you've been here before!" the man cried.
Grimmjow couldn't stifle his grin, but nodded anyway. "C'mon, old man, ya fergot about me already?" he teased. He had always gotten along really well with Ichigo's father.
The other man stepped back, allowing Grimmjow inside and as he shut the door, he squinted up at him as if trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar. Finally, those dark eyes lit up and he bared a huge smile, "OHH! Grimm-kun!" he shouted.
Grimmjow winced at the volume and nodded again. "Yep."
The noise must have attracted the younger members of the household because Ichigo's twin sisters emerged from the kitchen. Yuzu had her wheat-brown hair down, the left side tucked behind her ear and fastened in place by a red clip. She wore a yellow sundress and was wiping her hands on a red dish towel. Karin stood beside her, her dark hair also down, but more shaggy in appearance. She had on a black and white t-shirt, blue, denim shorts and her mouth had fallen open, the manga in her hand hanging slack at her side.
"G-Grimmjow?" she breathed incredulously, her ebony eyes wide.
Grimmjow nodded and glanced behind them, "Where's yer brother?" he asked, still hoping to catch Ichigo off-guard.
Yuzu still hadn't said anything, but Karin pointed up the stairs. "Are ya here ta talk some sense inta Ichi-nii?" she asked, her brows furrowing.
Again, he grinned and nodded. "I'm hopin' ta."
Isshin scampered over to the foot of the stairs and opened his mouth to holler up to Ichigo, but Karin scaled his back like Spiderman and threw a small hand over the elder Kurosaki's mouth, "Shutup, Goat Chin!" she hissed.
She glanced back at Grimmjow and indicated the stairs with her head, "Go, before Goat Chin ruins everything!"
Grimmjow chuckled, but followed her advice and stepped past them, slowly climbing the wooden stairs that creaked slightly underfoot. At the top of them, he paused and stared at Ichigo's closed bedroom door. Butterflies filled his gut, but he'd come this far and he'd be damned if he backed out now. He looked over his shoulder and gave the three figures huddled at the bottom of the stairs a thumbs-up before turning and standing before Ichigo's room.
He knocked on the door softly and waited. There was silence at first and Grimmjow thought that Ichigo had fallen asleep with the light on. He'd had a habit of doing that sometimes. Then, there was some shuffling and the door was pulled open.
"Yuzu, I already told you, I'm not hun-" Ichigo's words died in his throat as he realized he wasn't talking to Yuzu. "G-Grimm-jow," he breathed.
"Yo. We gotta talk," Grimmjow responded, nudging the door open, stepping around it and softly shutting it behind him.
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