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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 5: HOLD MY HEART
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Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo's face had been classic. Grimmjow hadn't expected such a strong reaction from the boy, but then again, he'd have to be dumb, deaf and blind not to see the sparks between them. He wanted the red head with a mind-numbing passion...even though he was a virgin.
Aha. Yeah, you heard him correctly...he was a fucking virgin. In Eloria, same-sex relationships were frowned upon, and in his case, certainly forbidden. His father would have castrated him rather than see him with a man, unwilling to procreate. Only his mother had been lenient in that area, and even she didn't have the power to do anything about it.
He missed his mother terribly. His father too, even though he was a stubborn, overbearing asshole. Grimmjow had no idea what he, Neliel, and Nnoitra were supposed to do, being the last of their kind. Including Kisuke and his nephew, their number was still excruciatingly small, and that added terrible pressure on his shoulders.
Considering he and Nnoitra were into guys, things certainly didn't bode well for the fairy race. He wouldn't dwell on that right now, though. Two weeks had gone by-or so Kisuke had told them-since their arrival in the place called Japan, and it only served to increase his desire for the orange-haired youth named Ichigo.
Kisuke had seen fit to cut Grimmjow's hair, years of growing it gone to waste within the space of fifteen minutes, all because the blond claimed it would help him blend in. He'd had to refrain from shoving his foot so far up the man's ass, he'd have toes for teeth. Grimmjow felt like his haircut was unnecessary, since his hair was fucking blue. From what he'd seen, no amount of cutting and styling would make him blend in with these people.
Then, to add insult to injury, Nnoitra, his best fucking friend, had aided in the untimely demise of his precious blue hair. Fucking piece of shit. Oh, but he'd gotten him back, somewhat, by planting his fist in the skinny fuck's face.
Another instance that stuck in his mind, was when he'd followed after Ichigo into his bedroom, one morning, only to find the boy asleep in bed. He'd looked so adorable, snoring and drooling, as he tried to catch up on his rest. Grimmjow had noticed that Ichigo didn't get much sleep. Granted, he, Nnoitra and Neliel were the reasons for said sleep-deprivation, but he noticed it, nonetheless.
He had proceeded to crawl into the bed beside the younger man, lying still, trying not to wake him, and just enjoying his presence and warmth. After about ten minutes, the red head had turned towards him, and cuddled him like a beloved stuffed toy. Grimmjow's breath had caught in his throat, as he laid still as a stone, not moving an inch, but his like for Ichigo had clouded his brain, making him gather the boy in his arms.
Absolute bliss.
Ichigo had felt positively wonderful, and Grimmjow had fallen asleep, not wanting to let him go, but that option had been taken from him, when the red head jarred him awake, having rolled out of the bed.
Grimmjow remembered looking over the side of the bed to see what was going on, and had been pleasantly surprised when all Ichigo had done was climb back beside him. He hadn't even protested when Grimmjow spooned him, wrapping his arm around his waist.
Now, more than ever, he wanted to have the orange-haired boy as his first lover. He wanted to give him his first kiss, and experience every aspect of intimacy with him. Grimmjow knew that he probably gave Ichigo the impression of being far from a virgin that had yet to have his first kiss, but it was only because he didn't want to be teased...in any language. Especially now that he was able to communicate with the red head, without the need for hand gestures.
The day Ichigo realized he, Nnoitra and Neliel could speak Japanese had been fun. The look on his face had been thoroughly amusing, and Grimmjow had used it to his advantage. The boy blushed whenever he said anything, and he meant anything.
Grimmjow was currently in Ichigo's bedroom, slipping into a pair of royal blue and white striped underwear called "boxers", and a white "t-shirt". He had just pulled the shirt over his head, when Ichigo trudged into the room, only to pause in the doorway.
"You goin' to bed, Grimmjow?" he asked, his voice extremely tired.
"Ichigo, you can sleep in your own bed, you know."
"Nah, it's ok. I don't wanna be rude, and you're my guest, after all."
"We've already slept in the same bed together, what's the difference if we do it again?" Grimmjow asked, completely confused. He didn't understand why Ichigo was making such a big deal out of nothing.
"That's not the point," the red head responded, going to the dresser to retrieve a pair of pajamas, a bright blush covering his face, ears and neck. Grimmjow smirked devilishly. He could use this.
He stepped forward until he was right behind the boy, and buried his nose into his thick, bright orange hair, while simultaneously placing his hands on his slim hips. Ichigo smelled sweet, like some type of fleshy fruit, and it made Grimmjow's mouth water.
"Are you afraid of me, Ichigo?" he rumbled, his voice muffled by the mass of the smaller man's silken strands. He felt Ichigo shudder, before he shook his head negatively.
"I'm not scared."
"Then what is it? You should know by now that I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"I know," Ichigo said softly. There was a brief silence, before the red head turned to face him, regarding him with a quizzical expression. "Why do you look at me the way you do, Grimmjow? I mean, is it why I think?" Grimmjow lifted a brow, and shrugged his shoulders, before finally answering Ichigo's question.
"I like you."
"But you don't even know me, idiot," Ichigo scoffed, as he pushed away from him, causing a deep scowl to mar Grimmjow's features.
"So fucking what? I know that you're a good guy, or else you wouldn't have bothered to fix my arm, and take me, Neliel and Nnoitra in. I want to know you, Ichigo, but all you do is run from me," Grimmjow snapped in frustration. Why was Ichigo being so dense? So stubborn?
"I don't fuckin' run."
Grimmjow stepped towards him, a feral grin splitting his features when Ichigo took a step backwards. He placed his hands on his hips, and cocked his head to the side.
"Nooo, you don't run at all," he stated, heavy on the sarcasm. "Fine, I won't bother you anymore."
That being said, he turned on his heel, and left the bedroom, going to the sitting room, then taking a seat on the couch beside his sister, who glanced at him with a questioning expression.
"Is something wrong, brother?" Neliel asked, reverting to thier Elorian tongue. He reclined against the plush cushions, before shaking his head.
"Nothing you need to worry about," he sighed. "What are you looking at?"
"Ah, it's called Ouran High School Host Club. It's very funny," she giggled.
"Mm."
Grimmjow lowered his lids to half-mast, immersing himself in his thoughts. He wanted Ichigo, but not if the boy was in denial, and refusing his not-so-subtle advances. It was a shame, because he really liked the red head. Sure, he didn't know much about him, but what he'd said earlier had been true. What more was needed to be attracted to someone?
Ichigo was beautiful, funny-at least from what he'd seen, even if he hadn't been able to understand him-and he was extremely kind. He had tended to Grimmjow when he was injured, and taken the three fairies in, when he certainly didn't have to. Ichigo seemed to be smart, because he was often found at the kitchen table reading thick books, and taking notes for hours at a time. Not to mention, he went to a place called "school" everyday, even when he was dead tired.
So...what, then?
Grimmjow didn't understand. He knew for a fact that Ichigo was attracted to him, judging by the smoldering stares, constant flustering and bright blushes. There was also the incident of the red head trying to protect him when Kisuke wanted to cut his hair. After the dastardly deed had been accomplished, and Grimmjow had been in the process of rearranging Nnoitra's face, Ichigo had stopped him by running his hand through his hair,completely catching him off-guard. It had sent electricity skittering down his spine, and a flaring heat spreading throughout his entire body.
Ichigo's warm brown eyes had been regarding him curiously, and he'd wanted nothing more than to kiss him. It was fucking sad that he didn't even know how. Yeah, he'd seen it done between men and women plenty of times, and he had the basic concept down, but...he was pathetic right? Twenty-one fucking years old, and he still hadn't even had his first kiss.
It really wasn't his fault, though. Women repulsed him. The only females he had ever been able to tolerate were Neliel and his mother. Fuck. He remembered legions of girls trying to grope, and/or seduce him, and the experiences had been far from pleasant. Grimmjow chuckled, as he remembered a woman that had cornered him in the palace, trying to kiss him, and he'd thrown up all over her, making her scream and run off crying.
Suddenly, the front door swung open, admitting the blond named Shinji, who stomped into the apartment, his face twisted into a frown. Nnoitra followed close behind him, slamming the door shut.
"What the fuck is yer problem?" his tall friend snarled. Shinji whipped around, eyebrows to his hairline, and eyes wide, as he planted his hands on his hips.
"Are you fucking serious?" he practically bellowed. Grimmjow straightened up on the couch, eyebrows raised, and the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. This looked promising.
"What. The fuck. Is yer problem?" Nnoitra repeated. Shinji stomped up to him, and poked him in the chest with his index finger, repeatedly.
"Just because I fuck ya, doesn't give ya the right to beat up anyone who speaks to me!" Nnoitra's eye narrowed into a tiny, violet slit, as he leaned down to sneer at the blond.
"That fucker grabbed yer ass! That ain't fuckin' speakin' last time I checked! 'Less, this world's got some customs I ain't aware of!" he snapped.
"I-I was handling that, baka! Then ya came out of nowhere like some fuckin' caped crusader, and beat the guy down! If that's how you're gonna act, I ain't takin' ya anywhere anymore!"
Grimmjow couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Waaahahahahaha!" he roared. All eyes turned to him in surprise, as he shook with laughter. "You gonna get married now?"
Nnoitra scowled and Shinji blushed, wrinkling his nose angrily. Neliel just sat with wide eyes, as if she was waiting for a physical altercation.
"Che! Yeah fuckin' right!" Nnoitra growled, and stormed to the room he shared with the blond, slamming the door behind him. Shinji followed, throwing the door open.
"Oi, this is my fuckin' room, asshole!" was all Grimmjow heard, before the door was slammed shut again.
Ichigo emerged from his room wearing a disgruntled expression, as he looked around in confusion. His eyes met Grimmjow's, but the blunet averted his gaze. Staring at Ichigo at this point would be fruitless.
He turned back to the tv, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was on the screen. He didn't want to be rude to the red head, but fuck, how was he supposed to react towards him now? The entire situation was stupid. Ichigo just needed to stop being an idiot, and let Grimmjow get to know him so he could...do other things to him.
"Do I even wanna know what the hell just happened?" Ichigo asked, moving into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet above the sink.
"I don't know, do you?" he returned, rather snarkily.
Ichigo turned to face him with a puzzled glance that Grimmjow nicely ignored. He didn't mean to sound upset, but Ichigo needed a taste of his own medicine. He needed to see how bad he made Grimmjow feel when he blatantly ignored his advances, knowing full well that he was equally interested.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Ichigo snapped.
"It does-"
Before he could finish his statement, there was a knock at the apartment door. Ichigo's frown deepened, as he went to answer the summons. The door was thrown open, and standing on the other side was a guy with bright red hair, tattoos, and he was wearing a white bandana around his head.
"Yo, Strawberry, what're ya doin'?" the guy asked.
Who the fuck was that?
"Renji, it's kinda late, no?" Ichigo questioned, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, I figured you-with yer old man tendencies-would be ready for bed. Don't worry, I ain't stayin' long. I just came to ask if ya wanted to go out tomorrow night."
Grimmjow bristled. He just knew if he had fur it would be standing on end. He glared at the back of Ichigo's head, before turning his stare to the tattooed guy, Renji. Was he asking Ichigo out...out?
"You couldn't call and ask me that, stupid?"
"I could've, but I lost my phone, and I'm sorry to say I don't know yer number by heart. So-" Renji's gaze landed on Grimmjow and Neliel, and his eyebrows disappeared underneath his bandana. "Uh, Ich, I didn't know ya had company."
"It's a long story," Ichigo sighed. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow, alright?"
"So, you'll go?" Renji's face brightened.
"Yeah, I'll go. Just come by and get me. What time?"
"Around eight, ok?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then," Ichigo answered, closing the door.
Grimmjow looked away, and glared unseeingly at the tv. Had Ichigo just accepted a...date? Right in front of him? What the fuck was this shit? He chanced a glance at the red head, who was moving back towards his bedroom. Ichigo didn't even look his way, as he entered the room, and quietly shut the door.
Grimmjow snarled silently. What the fuck?
"Brother, are you ok?" Neliel asked softly. All he could do was nod.
"I'm gonna crash out here with you tonight, Neliel. Is that alright?"
"Y-yeah, of course."
The following silence was thick and awkward, but Grimmjow didn't care. His mind was a jumble of angry thoughts. He was pissed. He had never been this fucking livid in his life.
His stomach pitched and rolled in turmoil. How the fuck could Ichigo do that? And right after he'd confessed to the little bastard, no less. Well, fuck him. If he wasn't going to take Grimmjow seriously, then there was no point in even trying to pursue anything with him. The disappointment was stifling and overbearing, almost making him choke. His chest tightened uncomfortably, and his heart raced, threatening to beat right out of his ribs.
Fuck. Ichigo, that hurt.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo lay on the futon on the floor, scowling darkly at the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:15 am. Grimmjow wasn't coming to bed, and he had an idea why. Not only had he basically scoffed at the man's confession, but he'd accepted a date with Renji for this evening. He couldn't just say no to the red head, though. He had been promising to go out with the guy for months, and since he'd taken the time to come all the way to his home, just to ask, then Ichigo would've felt terrible for refusing.
Now, he felt terrible for an entirely different reason.
Ichigo wasn't stupid. He'd felt Grimmjow's eyes on him the whole time he was speaking to Renji, and when he'd been on his way back to his room, he'd noticed the stormy look on the blue-haired man's face. His jaw had been tense, and his hands had been fisted at his sides.
Fuck. What a damned dilemma.
He rolled over onto his side, facing away from the door, and squeezed his eyes shut. He had class in a few hours, and he needed some type of rest.
Nine o'clock rolled around entirely too quickly. Ichigo hadn't gone to sleep until five in the morning, and he was severely grouchy. He hadn't gotten enough rest, and it showed in his actions, as he snapped at Shinji in the kitchen. All the blond had done was leave the orange juice out.
"What. The. Fuck. Is you're problem, Ichi?" Shinji inquired, a frown pulling the corners of his lips down.
Ichigo huffed in annoyance, trying his hardest to ignore the amused stare coming from Nnoitra. Neliel and Grimmjow were nowhere to be seen, and that pissed him off even more. He had intended to apologize to the blunet before he left for class. Guess that option was out.
"This got somethin' to do with Grimm's pissy mood, as well?" Nnoitra asked, digging into a ham and cheese omelette. Shinji quirked a brow.
"Grimmjow was pretty mad this morning. Normally, he's just annoying, following you around like a lost puppy," he commented, making Ichigo stiffen.
"Why do you think his attitude's got somethin' to do with me?"
"Che! 'Cause it's fucking obvious. First him, now you? That's too much of a coincidence, ya ask me," Nnoitra calmly answered.
Ichigo didn't respond, instead grabbing his backpack, and heading for the front door. There was really nothing he could say. Grimmjow's mood was definitely his fault, but he would try to fix that later on. First he had to deal with Renji, and let him down easily.
Christ. His day hadn't even gotten started all the way, and it was already looking to be a crappy one.
He caught the bus to the lively college campus, strolling across the lush grass surrounding the huge building. He had a few minutes to spare, before he needed to head to his first class.
All of a sudden, a strong, wiry arm wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him close to a lean, but hard body. Ichigo glanced to his right, groaning when he recognized the head of white hair, and the wide, cheshire cat grin.
"Shirosaki, what the hell? Isn't it too early to be harassing me?" Ichigo asked.
Shiro's already wide smirk, swallowed the rest of his features, as his arm tightened.
"Nah, nah, that ain't no way ta talk ta me, King!" Strange golden irises seemed to glow within the pitch-black sclera of his eyes.
"What do you want, then?"
"Hoo! Yer in a shitty mood this mornin', ain't ya? Who's been fuckin' witcha?"
"That's none of your business, Shiro. Where's Byakuya?" Ichigo redirected the conversation.
Shiro narrowed his eyes at him, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and didn't appreciate it in the least. He probably didn't, but Ichigo wasn't too concerned about that, at the moment.
"Hunh, he's got a class ta teach. Told me not ta 'hang around'. Never said I couldn't mess wit my King, though."
Ichigo could never understand why the white-haired young man called him King, and whenever he asked, he was given some lame reason. Something about Ichigo being the king of all things smart. He knew that wasn't the real reason, but he never had the energy required to find out the real answer. Instead, he would just bring up the albino's on-again, off-again boyfriend, who also happened to be one of Ichigo's professors.
Shiro would always get defensive when Byakuya Kuchiki was mentioned, but it was obvious there were feelings involved. Ichigo just thought it was a good way to change the subject.
"What are you doin' here anyway? You don't have classes today," Ichigo queried, a curious expression crossing his face.
"Yeah, I just gotta pick up mah portfolio. Kyoraku-sensei has it."
Ichigo glanced down at his watch, and cursed. The few minutes to spare had disappeared, thanks to Shiro. Fuck, he hated being late for class.
"I gotta run, Shiro!" he called, taking off at a jog.
"Aight, King!"
XOXOXOXO
Gin was in trouble. He had been followed on one of his trips to a nearby village. He'd needed more supplies, and could no longer put off the dangerous venture, even with Tousen tracking his movements. He already had his belongings packed, and had evacuated his laboratory. Shit. It was time for him to go see his Uncle Kisuke.
The mountains were no longer safe.
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