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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Come on, Skipper, let’s get ready fer tha ball!”
            Grimmjow tugged the little pink Barbie ball gown onto the little blond teen Barbie with an updo.
            “What do you think, Barbie?” he asked in a high pitch girl voice, making his doll strut across the carpet.
            “Beautiful!” exclaimed Nel, who’s Barbie was decked out in a very poufy silver gown.
            Ichigo scooted across the floor, pushing a white stretch limo designed for the dolls up to the Barbie dream house in Nel’s large bedroom. He got the Ken doll out of the front, which was looking sharp in his black tuxedo.
            “Ladies, your chariot awaits,” he said in a falsely deep voice.
            Nel giggled.
            “Why, Barbie, you look absolutely ravishing!” Ichigo commented in his Ken voice.
            “Oh Ken, thank you!” replied Grimmjow in his girl voice, grinning. Ichigo was taking this all really well. He didn’t even seem uncomfortable when Nel tugged them both up to her room for a night of playing Barbies. He dived right in, following all her cues and improvising, proving to be funny and a lot of fun. Nel was instantly smitten.
            “What about me?” pouted Nel, positioning her doll in front of Ichigo’s.
            Ichigo looked slyly at Grimmjow and leaned into Nel’s ear, saying lowly, “Don’t tell Barbie, but you are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. Pink is so your color.”
            Nel giggled and nodded, looking conspiratorially back at Ichigo. Grimmjow pretended like he didn’t hear their comments, putting his doll in the car.
            Just then, Mrs. Driedrin poked her head into the room.
            “It’s time for bed honey. You have a big day tomorrow.”
            “Awww mommy, I’m having fun. Can’t I ‘tay up a lil’ longer to play with Grimmy and Ichi?”
            “Come on now pipsqueak, do what your momma says,” said Grimmjow, giving her pigtail a tug. “You know I’ll be back next week.”
            “Will Ichi come too?” asked Nel, her big eyes on Ichigo hopefully.
            “Uh, well, I’d love to, if it’s ok with your parents and Grimmjow,” replied Ichigo, looking to her mother who nodded with a soft smile.
            “Course I’ll bring him back, now hug me so you can get those teeth brushed,” said Grimmjow, holding out his arms and receiving her tight squeeze. She let go of him and barreled into Ichigo, hugging his neck tightly. Ichigo hugged her back, a little surprised. She bounded off after her mother, her green pigtails bouncing.
            Grimmjow smiled softly to himself and shoved himself from the floor, Ichigo following suit. Fredrick waited in the hall to show them out. After a warm goodbye to the elderly man, they climbed into Grimmjow’s awaiting car and pulled away.
            Grimmjow eyed Ichigo as he drove off.
            “Well, that was somethin’. Nel doesn’t usually take to new people. You are pretty good with kids.”
            Ichigo blushed slightly.
            “Ah, well I have two little sisters, so I have a lifetime of experience. I like kids though. Nel’s a sweet little girl. It’s lucky her adoptive parents are so open to let you see her so often.”
            “Yeah, I sure lucked out. But I suppose my record as a cop was my key in. Her dad did a full background check on me, rest assured. But since I’m her only living relative, they’ve been very gracious about my visiting her. I see her three or four times a week. Sometimes they let me take her places. Nel’s lucky she got adopted by them.”
            “How come you never tried to get custody?”
            Grimmjow raised his eyebrow.
            “Ya think any jugde was gonna give a kid to an ex thug with a record? Even after I got my shit straight, I knew I didn’t have what it took to be a full time dad to a child. She’d have to be in daycare all day, and what it somethin’ happened to me in the line of duty? And while I do aight’ for myself, where she is now no one will ever tell her no because they can’t afford somethin’. She goes to private school, very expensive, where they work with her on her speech. She was affected by her asshole sperm donor beating her momma, that’s why she’s the way she is.”
            Ichigo thought that over. He supposed Grimmjow was right. Being single and with no family it would be hard to raise a child. It seemed like Grimmjow was more rational than Ichigo gave him credit for.
            “Well, I think she’s perfect the way she is. I’m glad she’s in good hands.”
            Grimmjow nodded. They rode in silence for a while, Ichigo watching the dark city pass by out the window before Grimmjow said, “Two little sisters, huh?”
            “Yeah, twins, Karin and Yuzu. They’re fraternal. Karin is dark haired like our dad, and Yuzu is blond. I don’t know where I get my hair color or Yuzu. Yuzu gets her sweet nature from our mother, and Karin’s tough as nails. Yuzu cooks, Karin’s into sports. Pretty opposite of each other.”
            “That must have been entertaining, a house full of girls.”
            “Ah, yeah, but I’m a twin too, a minute older than my brother Shiro. Identical twins, except Shiro was born albino.”
            Grimmjow’s eyebrows shot up at this information. There was two of the lithe and smoldering man sitting next to him? Heaven help him.
            “Man, your mama must have been a saint, having to deal with two babies at once twice. Especially two boys. I bet you two raised some hell.”
            “Yeah, our mom was wonderful,” Ichigo said sadly.
            Grimmjow made the connection.
            “Hey, I’m sorry man. Didn’t mean to bring up sad shit.”
            “No, it’s alright. We all miss her. My dad never got over her. She died in a car accident by saving me from getting hit. Nobody ever blamed me though, nobody but myself. It took a long time to get over that. She wouldn’t want me to feel that way, and I let it go. I was always close with my family, especially Shiro.”
            “Well that’s rough, berry. So what does your brother do?”
            “He’s a business man.” Ichigo didn’t elaborate.
            Grimmjow thought over all that information while they finished their ride back to Grimmjow’s condo. When he parked in his designated space, he looked over at Ichigo.
            “Want a drink? I believe you got more of a story to share.”
            Ichigo frowned.
            “It’ll take more than one drink.”
            Two shots of scotch and three beers later, Ichigo’s shooting had gotten off mark. They decided to play pool in the loft of Grimmjow’s condo. Grimmjow found out he was evenly matched, Ichigo was good. It was a nice challenge. But he could tell Ichigo was getting wasted.
            “Lightweight,” he snickered, before downing the rest of his beer.
            “Aw screw you,” said Ichigo with a scowl. “Just because we all aren’t alcoholics like you doesn’t mean I’m a lightweight.”
            “Pfft, I’m not an alcoholic. I’m just not a pussy that can’t hold my liquor,” replied Grimmjow.
            “I don’t drink much, if at all. So if you’re gonna be an asshole, I’ll just go home,” snapped Ichigo, throwing down his stick onto the table and swaying off down the stairs.
            Grimmjow smirked as he watched Ichigo navigate the stairs. He followed him, making sure he didn’t trip and kill himself. He steered Ichigo to the couch and gave him a shove.
            “Sleep it off, berry; ya ain’t driving that motorcycle anywhere tonight. Shit, you wouldn’t even be able to keep it upright.”
            “Yeah, I guess yer right,” replied Ichigo, whose head was starting to swim. Grimmjow left the room and returned with a blanket, tossing it over Ichigo who curled up with a decorative pillow. Just in case, Grimmjow fished Ichigo’s keys out of his jacket pocket. He wasn’t taking any chances. He was responsible for Ichigo since he let him get so inebriated.
            Ichigo was dead to the world by the time Grimmjow straightened up the game room and turned out the lights. Shaking his head, he took the hall down to his bedroom. He peeled off his clothes down to his boxer briefs and collapsed beneath his comforter. He left the door open in case Ichigo made any sounds of getting sick. He didn’t want to clean vomit off his couch. He fell asleep almost instantly.
            It was quarter to five in the morning when Grimmjow was awoken by Ichigo screaming. What the fuck? He never bolted out of bed so fast. He found Ichigo trashing around on the couch, screaming his crazy orange head off. He fell to his knees next to him and grabbed his wrists, Ichigo’s hands balled into fists.
            “Ichigo! ICHIGO, WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
            Ichigo’s eyes snapped open. Confused and scared, he kept trashing, until he realized Grimmjow was restraining him.
            “What the hell, berry, ya always this psycho when ya sleep?” asked Grimmjow, releasing his wrists.
            Ichigo shakily shoved himself into a sitting position. He couldn’t help it, he started crying. Embarrassed, he buried his head in his knees.
            Grimmjow sat next to him. Debating whether or not to, he decided to and pulled Ichigo to him, holding him while choked sobs racked through the other’s lithe frame. He rubbed Ichigo’s sweaty back, his shirt sticking to his back.
            “Nightmare?” questioned Grimmjow when Ichigo calmed down.
            “Yeah,” whispered Ichigo, allowing Grimmjow to comfort him. “Didn’t take my meds since I’m not at home. They keep the dreams away.”
            Grimmjow frowned. “It was about your partner.”
            “Chad,” said Ichigo, his voice getting stronger. “It was a routine stop, Grimmjow. Then an APB came over the radio for the car they were in. Before I knew it, the driver shot him in the head. Point blank. They shot at me too; I caught a ricochet to the shoulder. Fucking Nnoitra killed my partner and best friend, and that bastard Cifer shot me.”
            Grimmjow stiffened at the mention of the names, feeling waves of anger and hatred wash over him, tightening his chest. He moved his hand into Ichigo’s soft and damp locks, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp like Emi used to do to him when he was really stressed out. Ichigo laid his head on his shoulder and tried to relax. He closed his eyes and focused on Grimmjow’s fingers, slipping back into unconsciousness before too long.
            Ichigo’s breath on his neck grew heavier and rhythmic, letting Grimmjow know he’d fallen asleep. He looked down at the sleeping orange haired man; his tear streaked face was relaxed and peaceful. Grimmjow was scared to move out of fear of waking him. He didn’t have the heart to wake him up, so he just slumped backwards into the couch cushions, arms around Ichigo, and fell back asleep.
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