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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 5: FRIENDS
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XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
November 2007
He had no idea what he was doing there. There was no real rhyme or reason, other than the fact that he must have been more upset than he'd admitted. Still...
He shifted his weight to his right foot, as he looked up at the apartment building. Would he think him weird? Or a stalker? When that thought crossed his already frazzled brain, he almost turned on his heel, and high-tailed it out of there. But...he wasn't a wimp. A pussy. He'd come this fucking far, the least he could do was go through with it.
He strode into the apartment building, headed towards the elevators, pressed the button and waited, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest the entire time. Why the fuck was he so nervous? He didn't do nervous. Nervous didn't do him. So...why?
No answers lay in sight, so he disregarded that line of thinking, as he boarded the elevator. Fuck, his palms were actually starting to sweat. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He had no idea how the other person would react to his sudden, unannounced appearance at his home.
He swallowed nervously. God, would he think he was crazy? Shit. The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and he slowly made his way to apartment E. So, this was it, the moment of truth. He could still leave. He turned to look at the elevators, but then frowned. No. He wasn't a fucking coward, like he'd said.
He hesitantly raised his fist, and quickly knocked three times on the door. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself, and when he heard the lock being turned, and the doorknob rattling, his eyes snapped open. He relaxed his stance, and once the door swung wide, he fearlessly met the wide, startled brown eyes gazing back at him.
"Ichigo, right?" Grimmjow asked.
The kid just stood there staring, mouth hanging open and brown eyes unblinking. Finally, his mouth moved, but all that came out was a weird garbled noise. Grimmjow ran a hand through his blue hair, secretly starting to worry, but refusing to show it.
"You ok, kid?" he asked, trying to draw him out of his shock. Finally, Ichigo spoke.
"Uh, y-yeah. Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked breathlessly.
Grimmjow studied the kid's appearance, and fought a grimace. It had been two weeks ago, in October, that he had saved him from almost being beaten to death, but Ichigo still showed signs of the brutal attack. His left arm was in a cast and sling, and there was a stitched up cut above his left eye, slicing through the eyebrow.
He felt better knowing the kid would be ok, though. Why? He wasn't quite sure. Grimmjow didn't know where this concern for a virtual stranger was coming from. It made him uncomfortable.
"I guess, I just wanted to see if you were ok," he mumbled. "You were pretty banged up, and I, uh, I haven't seen ya around the university lately, so, I just...uh..." he trailed off uncertainly, as he ran his hands through his hair again. He just what?
"Oh. Well, I'm not going back to the university. I'm gonna take online courses," Ichigo responded, his voice not as faint anymore.
Grimmjow nodded, understanding the hidden meaning behind the statement. Ichigo didn't want to risk running into his attackers unnecessarily. He really felt bad for the kid. It was pretty fucked up that he got beat up just because he was gay.
"Um, d-did you wanna come in...or something?" Ichigo asked, shifting his weight. Did he?
"Yeah, ok."
He moved into the small apartment, waiting while Ichigo closed and locked the door. What was he doing here? What would he say? He glanced at the kid, noticing he was still shifting nervously. Oh, for fuck's sake! He wasn't some shy little chick. He was a man, and fear didn't belong in his makeup.
"Somethin' wrong?" he drawled. Ichigo hesitantly shook his head, then made his way past him, and into a tiny kitchen nook.
"You want something to drink? I got water, soda, tea..." Grimmjow grinned, following behind the orange-haired teen.
"Water's fine."
Ichigo jumped, dropping a bottle of water, as he turned to face Grimmjow. His brown eyes were wide and frightened. Seeing the kid's fear made Grimmjow bristle, and back away.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt ya," his voice was tight.
"No, I just...you startled me."
"Sorry 'bout that, kid."
Ichigo's eyes widened again, and Grimmjow cocked his head to the side in contemplation. The kid seemed a lot nervous and a bit high-strung, but he didn't know why. Was Ichigo afraid of him?
Strangely, he hoped not. He didn't want to be another source of fear for him. It was obvious that Ichigo had enough shit to deal with, and he didn't want to be that straw that broke his back.
Ichigo held the bottle of water out towards him, and Grimmjow stepped forward to accept it, his fingers lightly grazing the kid's. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, before Ichigo averted his gaze, and left the tiny kitchen, going back into the living room.
What was that? Why had Ichigo looked at him like that? There had been hope in his eyes at first, but right before he turned away, his eyes had held such a overwhelming look of defeat. What the hell?
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo was rigid with shock. His normally boring Sunday had been turned upside down, when he'd gone to answer the door to find Grimmjow standing on the other side. He knew he had made a complete mockery of himself, standing in the doorway, gaping like a fish, but honestly, that was to be expected.
He'd been crushing on Grimmjow for how long, now? Even though he had trained himself-or so he thought-not to like the blue-haired male so much, it obviously hadn't worked. Anytime he saw him, his heart would do the can-can, completely ignoring his vehement protests. The shit was so unfair.
Ichigo knew that what he was feeling had completely gone beyond simple "like". It had blossomed and grown over the years, despite his rigorous attempts to beat said feelings into submission. Heh. How pathetic, right? He didn't even know Grimmjow on a personal level, and yet, he couldn't ignore his reactions anytime the man was even mentioned. The throbbing ache that would build up in the back of his throat, the racing of his heart, the sudden heat that would spread throughout his entire body, the sweaty palms and loss of concentration...
Yeah, Ichigo had it bad. He didn't want to label what he was feeling, however, because Grimmjow was straight. Not even remotely gay. That alone was enough to make him try his hardest to disregard his emotions. It had worked for a while, too! He had moved on in a sense, or at least to where he wasn't completely obsessed with the blue-haired man. He only saw him on occasion, and even though his chest would tighten, and his stomach would clench unmercifully, it didn't last as long as it used to.
Then, he'd been thrown right back into his life the night Renji and his gang of miscreants tried to kill him, practically stapling his presence into Ichigo's already abused heart, by becoming his savior.
Life was cruel that way, it seemed. Now, the very man he secretly pined for, was sitting across from him on his couch, while he reclined on the love seat. Why did god hate him so much?
"So, what courses are you taking?" Grimmjow's sinfully sexy voice cut across his thoughts. Ichigo glanced up to see those beautiful blue eyes regarding him carefully, and his throat ached, as he swallowed the lump rising there.
"Um, v-video game design," he stuttered.
God, you see? This is what happened when he saw him from a distance, only now it was much worse.
"Oh, yeah? So, how did ya get into that?"
And shit, he seemed genuinely interested.
"Well, I've always liked video games, and I like to draw, so I figured, why not combine the two?" he answered.
Grimmjow nodded, and looked around the living room curiously. Ichigo fidgeted. He wanted to know things about the man as well, but...dare he ask?
"What about you? I mean, um, what do you do?" His brain sizzled, as that intense blue gaze swung back to face him.
"Business. I'm gonna open a club once I graduate," he answered with a wide grin, and Ichigo had to suppress a pitiful whimper. Did Grimmjow know what he was doing to him? His bet was a big no. If he had, he would've left ages ago, or better yet, he never would've come in the first place.
"Ah, that sounds cool. What kind of club?" Ichigo asked, before lifting a bottle of water to his mouth.
"A gay club."
Ichigo jolted drastically, spilling water all down the front of his white shirt. What? He was hearing things. He had to be. Yet, Grimmjow sat smiling widely, as if that was what he'd really said, and it didn't faze him in the least.
"Bu-"
"Most of my friends are gay, so I just want them to have a place where they can hang out in peace, ya know? Not worryin' about straight idiots tryin' to hound them all the time," he explained. Ichigo gaped, then slipped a little further into the dark abyss of having feelings for a straight man.
"Wow," was all he could manage, but Grimmjow's smile widened even further.
"You'd be welcome, too, yeah?"
"Um, ok. Thanks."
Grimmjow nodded, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence. Ichigo couldn't stop staring. He'd only been this close to him a handful of times, and each time was so quick. Now, he could study the object of his desire, with no interruptions.
Grimmjow was wearing a midnight-blue sweater, with a dark-gray stripe running across his broad chest. His jeans matched the stripe and were ripped comfortably at the knees, and he wore a pair of midnight-blue, high-top converse sneakers. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to mid-forearm, showing off a thin, black, leather wristband on his right wrist, and a black leather-banded watch on his left.
The sweater hugged his broad shoulders and chest, clinging to his thickly corded arms, and slim waist. Ichigo swallowed. Jesus Christ. The jeans were molded to his legs in an enticing manner, but not overly tight. Ichigo touched his chin. Was he drooling?
Grimmjow's angular face was turned forward, his piercing blue eyes unfocused. His soft-looking lips were slightly parted, and the corners were turned up in a half-smirk. His bright blue hair hung across his brow in the front, the rest stylishly messy. The man was...fucking ethereal. This shit wasn't fair.
And he couldn't forget his smell. When Ichigo had brushed past him to exit the kitchen, he'd gotten a whiff of some type of musky smelling cologne and a light fabric softener. God, he'd wanted to bury his nose in the man's neck and live there.
Ichigo sighed dejectedly. His vicious cycle had come full circle. He was again hip-deep in his obsession with Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and helpless to stop it.
"I gotta jet, Ichigo, so I'll run inta ya later," Grimmjow said, as he stood, looking down at his watch.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine," he responded dumbly. His disappointment was acute and stifling. Had he made Grimmjow uncomfortable? He didn't want the man to leave.
He walked Grimmjow to the door, and once the blue-haired man crossed the threshold, he paused to glance back at Ichigo. Suddenly Grimmjow pulled a pen from his back pocket, and reached for Ichigo's hand. He quickly jotted down a number, then smiled warmly at him.
"If ya ever need anything, Ichigo, don't hesitate to call. I'd like to be your friend," Grimmjow said, and Ichigo choked softly on his emotions. But he was a big boy. He'd live.
"Thanks, Grimmjow, I'd like that."
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