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House Arrest	By : Morales89 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4783 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: Bleach is owned by Kubo Tite and Studio Pierrot, and licensed by Viz Media LLC. I make no claims to any characters or any canon plotlines that may exist within this story. I make no money from the writing of this fic. I only write for the entertainment of myself and my readers.
Summary: Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra, Stark, and Halibel defect during the battle with Aizen. Miraculously, they are given a second chance to live. As punishment for their crimes, they are forced into House Arrest in the human world with their respective probation officers. Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra are stuck with their personality opposites, but oddly...neither of them mind. This is their story. GrimmUryuu, RenUlqui, and others.

Pairings: GrimmIshi(main), RenUlquiRen (main), SadoIchi (side), StarkKira (side)
a/n: Okays, so we'll be seeing some new POVs in this one. Not much Grimm POV, but he's definitely in this chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Warning: May contain spoilers, language, m/m hints, sexual themes
"Talking"
'Thinking'
'Shirosaki'
{Zanpakuto's}
Beta'd by: Charlotte a.k.a MasterAkira

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Chapter 6
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I sighed as I stared down at my math textbook. There was no way I was gettin' the last few problems done before I had to leave. I would usually have gone over to Ishida's place to do the homework with him, but I had some chores that needed to get done around the house from the previous night. I mean, it's not like I got much done at his apartment anyway. I'm usually too busy starin' at him, wishin' I had the balls enough to say somethin' 'bout the way I feel. It doesn't help that that bastard Grimmjaw is always around flirtin' shamelessly with the Quincy that I wanted to be mine. It's not that I really disliked Grimmjaw anymore. He's actually a pretty cool guy now that he's not tryin' to kill me. Still an asshole, but too similar to me to hate. I mean, if I despised every person who'd tried to kill me in the past…I might not have any friends.
It was just that I wanted Uryuu, and I knew that Grimmjaw was a threat to my gettin' him. Grimmjaw's not a bad lookin' guy. Physically he's nearly perfect, and the fact that he was livin' with Uryuu made him even tougher competition. It was near impossible to miss the desire in the Hollow's eyes whenever Ishida did anythin' particularly cute around him. I don't blame the guy…I'm actually pretty impressed with Grimmjaw's self-restraint so far. If it were me livin' in Ishida's house, I'm not sure I could do the same. I sighed, closin' my textbook and settin' it aside. I'd just have to hand in the assignment half finished. I didn't care 'bout math homework. I was more worried 'bout what to do as far as Ishida went.
I'd felt this way 'bout the Quincy for a really long time. The day we met I was captivated by him, just not quite in the same way, or a least I wasn't aware of it yet. After Soul Society, after Hueco Mundo, things changed. I don't know exactly when it started, but it feels like one day I woke up and suddenly he was adorable. Everythin' he did just made me want to jump him. The way he walked, his "holier than thou" attitude, his cocky little smirk. Fuck, everythin' 'bout him. Even when he was yellin' at me, all I wanted to do was kiss that sexy glare right off of his unfairly gorgeous face.
At first I thought I was loosin' it, especially 'cus it was happenin' durin' my whole inner-Hollow episode. I figured that stupid Hollow was playin' games with my head or somethin', 'til Zangetsu helpfully informed me that Hichigo couldn't control my emotions. Then I was just stumped. I thought, why Ishida Uryuu, Quincy Bastard, Hater of all Shinigami? Why Ishida, who always went to great lengths to talk down to me, call me an idiot? Why had my heart chosen such a difficult target?
Eventually I just accepted the fact that I wanted the other boy in ways that were more than just friendly. Eventually I accepted the fact that I liked him, and found ways to be near him without givin' it away. What pissed me off was that I wasn't the only one who wanted Ishida. Only after I recognized my feelings did I start to notice how popular he actually was. The girls in his sewin' club practically humped his leg for attention, and the Honors Society was pretty much his fanclub. The guys in the class couldn't quite dismiss his delicate features or bangin' body. I'm nearly positive that some of the teachers wanted in on that. Even within our group of friends, he managed to ensnare a few.
I found myself gettin' jealous over stupidest things. The way he sweetly said good mornin' to Chad, or the way he pleasantly chatted with Inoue before the teacher started class. And Renji…I love Renji like a brother, but back then, when it came to his relationship with Ishida, I wanted to strangle him. They'd gotten closer after their fight against Szayel Aporro, and were currently on a first name basis. He squawked like an angry chicken whenever it happened but still, he blushed ever so adorably when Renji called him by his given name. I wished that I could do the same, but I knew better.
Things had only gotten worse since the Arracnar had come to town. I wasn't worried when I first heard who Uryuu'd been stuck with. I'd thought for sure that Ishida would hate Grimmjaw. I mean, the former Sexta is like a really bad version of me, which is probably why we butt heads so much. But no…they were callin' each other by their first names now too. And fuck, if Ishida didn't blush and stutter like a school girl when Jaegerjaques called him Uryuu. Why wouldn't he let me call him Uryuu? Did he not consider me worthy of that? Was it because of what happened in Hueco Mundo? Why was that damned Hollow allowed to touch him, and flirt with him with no more than a blush or an angry slap to the back of the head in retaliation?
'Well, King, ya've never actually tried bein' nice ta the Quincy,' Hichigo suddenly said in my mind, completely cuttin' off my thought process. I scowled at the ceiling.
'What would you know?' I snapped back at him mentally. He rolled his eyes at me.
'I see what ya see, King. Ya never really talk ta the Quincy. Ya jus' kinda act like an ass wheneva he's 'round. No wonder he don't wanna talk ta ya,' my albino twin explained. I growled.
'What do you mean? I'm just actin' normal! That's how we always talk to each other,' I answered. He sighed like he was God tryin' to explain the concept of life to a complete idiot.
'Ya neva see what's right in front'a ya King…and I ain't gonna sit here and explain it to ya. All I'm gonna say is try makin' nice with the Quincy every once and a while, 'stead'a pissin' 'im off all the time. Ya might find that ya got more of a chance than ya thought,' Hichigo said. I frowned. I was nice to Ishida, wasn't I?
{He's right, Ichigo. You should try talking to him, about things other than slaying Hollows, or what exams to study for.} Zangetsu said softly. I glowered. What did a Hollow and a sword know 'bout datin' anyway?
'What the hell else is there to talk about?' I wondered.
**Uryuu's POV**
"Awright, Uryuu, I'll take'im from here. Ya jus' go ace that test of yers, kay?" Abarai Renji said as he stepped aside to allow Grimmjaw into his apartment. I nodded before turning my gaze onto my charge.
"Yo, Red, S'up?" The Hollow asked. Renji smirked at him.
"Nuthin' really, Blue-chan," he said causing Grimmjaw to scowl. I just turned to him.
"I'll be back early today. The school cancels all after school clubs during finals to give the students more time to study," I informed him. He grinned at me and patted me on the head as if I were a small child. I glowered at him.
"Ya jus' go ahead ta school, Uryuu-chan! Red and I'll have loads of fun together while yer gone!" He said. My face burned bright red.
"Not too much fun, though! Ulquiorra-chan will be here ta make sure we behave!" Renji chirped in turn. I think Ulquiorra and I scowled exactly in the same moment.
"Don't call me that!" We snapped. Both taller men just laughed at us. I growled lowly.
"Oi! Don't be late ta class, Kiddo! Yer big brains ain't gonna do much if yer not there ta take the test!" Grimmjaw said, pushing me back out onto the porch and ruffling my hair. My cheeks maintained their vibrant red color as he touched me.
"Right, I'll see you later than, Grimmjaw-san," I said, smoothing down my hair.
"See ya later Uryuu!" Renji said, Grimmjaw echoing him before they both waved and disappeared into the apartment.
After three weeks of living with Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques, I had finally admitted to myself that he wasn't a half bad guy. He still pissed me off better than anyone I know other than Kurosaki and Renji. He still pushed his limits with familiarity and privileges. But…I found I cared less and less as the weeks went on. It'd been a long time since I lived with anyone. After my mom and grandfather died…I was pretty much alone. My father was never home, and as soon as I was old enough, he shipped me out of the house with the small inheritance my grandfather left me to live in my ratty apartment.
I remember the first day so clearly. I was fourteen, just starting Karakura High School. Ryuuken had dropped me off at the apartment that'd been paid for in full by my inheritance from Souken. It wasn't a nice apartment, nor was the building it was in very well kept. The neighborhood looked like the type you'd better not be out at night in. I was alone in the small, dingy, apartment. The tiny kitchen was filthy and the bathroom was a mess. I'd set to work cleaning the place up immediately, fixing it up so that it would be a suitable place to live. I didn't have much money, what was left of my inheritance would cover my tuition for the first year of Karakura High.
That's Ryuuken's idea of raising his son, by the way, making me live on my own, and learn the woes of the world by myself.
I got a job as a tailor at a small shop to pay for the changes to my apartment. I went the first few months without using any utilities. If I needed a shower, I went to the local gym to work out and used theirs; students only pay five dollars per session. I bought foods that could be eaten raw or straight from the can, nonperishable so that I didn't have to buy a fridge. I made sure to get thick, warm blankets so I wouldn't have to use the heat. Things got a little easier when I started school. My entrance exam scores were so high that the school happily paid for my tuition and my uniforms. I was able to use the money left from my inheritance to finish refurbishing my apartment. My pay from my job went to buying me clothing and food.
I was alone in that apartment for two years, even after I'd met Kurosaki and our nakama. It never bothered me back then. I was so used to it; I guess I didn't even notice how lonely I was when I went home at night. Ever since Grimmjaw'd been assigned as my charge, things were different. There was somebody waiting for me when I got home from school. There was somebody there who would sit down to have dinner with me, and talk to me. No matter how much he irritated me, I was grateful for Grimmjaw's presence in my apartment. Not to mention I was undeniably attracted to the blue haired deviant…
"Oi, Ishida! You okay?"
"Huh?" I was startled out of my thoughts by Kurosaki's voice. I was so lost in thought, I didn't even realize I'd walked into class. Concerned brown eyes stared down at me, a familiar scowl doing nothing to disguise the other boy's worry.
"I've been callin' you for like, five minutes. Are you okay? Did Grimmjaw do somethin' assholish to you?" He asked, sitting down in the desk in front of mine. I blinked at him.
"No…well, yes…but nothing I can't handle on my own. He's just like you, Kurosaki, he just needs to be dealt with properly," I said with a small smirk.
The concern in his eyes lessened considerably, but something else came to fill the void that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Ichigo had been acting strangely towards me ever since we returned from Hueco Mundo. He was oddly protective and slightly awkward in conversation. The protectiveness, I suppose, could be chocked up to his stabbing me in the stomach during the fight with Ulquiorra. I'd forgiven him for that already; I wished he would just let it go. Even if we argued all the time, I still considered him a friend. The awkwardness I had yet to figure out.
"Why don't you ever call me Ichigo?" He asked suddenly. I blinked, unsure of how to answer that question. Brown eyes shifted down towards the floor as hands fidgeted on the orange haired boy's lap nervously.
"I mean…we're friends, right?" Before I could answer him he'd started babbling again.
"I thought we were, but you never call me by my name. It's always Kurosaki this and Kurosaki that. I know we fight a lot, but that's just us…unless…is it because of..?"
"No," I interrupted. Knowing exactly where he was going with the next question. He looked up at me again, uncertainty clear in his chocolate colored eyes.
"I already told you…the one who stabbed me wasn't you, Kurosaki," I said firmly. He frowned and rubbed a hand over his face in frustration.
"Then why won't you call me by my name? Why won't you let me call you by yours? If you're not angry with me, then how come everyone else is allowed to call you Uryuu, and not me?" He asked, genuinely confused. I blinked slowly. He really thought I didn't like him. I was so confused.
"You even let Grimmjaw call you Uryuu? Why not me?" He asked, and slowly realization dawned on me. He was jealous. He was jealous because he felt that I was trying to distance myself from him by using his surname while I seemingly got closer to the rest of our friends.
"D-do you want me to call you Ichigo?" I asked, blushing slightly in embarrassment. His name felt strange on my tongue. He blushed too, hearing it.
"I do," he said. I averted my eyes, my shyness getting the better of me. It was weird. I'd always thought that our friendship was fine the way it was, but all this time I'd been making him feel left out by calling him Kurosaki. I blushed darker as I thought about changing what had been comfortable for me.
**Ichigo's POV**
'God he's so cute, blushin' like that!' I thought as I watched him. I guess I really surprised him. I felt a little guilty after sayin' what I did, 'cus apparently he was completely oblivious of the way his actions were affectin' me. Guess he really didn't mean to put me down…he was just bein' himself. Good goin' Ichigo, shoulda just kept quiet 'bout it.
'Sometimes I think yer retarded, King,' Hichigo snickered oh so helpfully in my mind.
"A-are you going to call me Uryuu?" Ishida asked hesitantly, blue eyes peerin' up at me.
"If it's okay with you…" I murmured. He blinked at me again, long lashes flutterin' over ocean-blue eyes quickly. He adjusted his glasses nervously.
"I suppose it's fine with me," he said. I sighed out a breath of relief I hadn't even known I was holdin'. His eyes darted away from mine for a second before he blushed and looked back up.
"But..Kuro-I-Ichigo. Why didn't you just ask me earlier…if it was bothering you so much?" He asked softly. I snorted.
"What and have you preach to me 'bout how you'd never let a hotheaded Shinigami call you by your given name. Or how it's against your Quincy Code or somethin' else really stupid like that," I teased. He glared at me.
"It's not stupid, Kurosaki…I mean Ichigo! Of course an uncivilized Shinigami such as yourself could never understand the Quincy values, but you should have known better. Besides…since when has my not wanting you to do something ever stopped you from doing it?" He snapped back.
"Well, sooorry I can't read your mind, Uryuu! I gotta be careful with you, you're not like normal people!" I said.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked angrily. I felt my eyes widen. Shit, I'd just called him abnormal. I opened my mouth to explain myself, but just as I as 'bout to start, the teacher walked in.
"Everyone sit down, shut up, and put everything away except your pencils!" She said firmly.
**Uryuu's POV**
Ichigo scowled and turned around in his seat angrily. What did he even have to be angry about? He's the one who said I wasn't normal. I halted my train of thought for a moment. Okay…maybe I'm not like normal people. Maybe I'm extremely guarded and skeptical. Maybe I'm shy, and used to keeping people at a distance. Maybe Kurosaki was right, but still…he didn't have to say it like that. A tap on my shoulder jostled me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to see Yasutora Sado staring back at me with his soft brown eyes.
"Sado-kun?" I queried softly. He just smiled at me.
"Can I talk to you after class, Uryuu? I need your help with something," he said, looking shy and unsure. I smiled back at him.
"Of course, Sado-kun," I answered. Before I could ask him what it was about, the teacher had slapped a test packet down on my desk and told us to get going on the final.
**Renji's POV**
"So, ya've fallen for our little Uryuu, have you?" I asked the blue haired Hollow next to me. Ulquiorra, who was on the couch across from us, looked up from his book in interest.
"The fuck did'ya get that idea from?" Grimmjaw asked with wide, sky blue eyes. He had the "Oh shit I'm caught!" look written all over that good-lookin' mug of his. I smirked slyly at him.
"Don't think I haven't noticed, Blue-chan! I've seen the way ya look at the kid. S'like ya can't wait to get'im back to yer apartment and make'im scream," I explained, enjoyin' the "Oh shit I'm caught!" blush that crept slowly over the other man's face.
"Abarai-san, I don't think it's appropriate to speak of Ishida-kun that way when he's not here," Schiffer scolded me lightly. I just laughed.
"Whateva! Come on, Schiffer, ya know ya've noticed it too," I said.
"That is not the point, Abarai-san," he answered coolly.
"Stop talkin' 'bout me like I'm not sittin' right here!" Grimmjaw shouted angrily. I turned my gaze back over to the other man. His shoulders were hunched up, eyes narrowed, and fangs gleamin' as he growled at me slightly. I couldn't help but laugh at how much he looked like an angry house cat.
"Well, ya gonna admit it?" I asked, sendin' him a look that dared him to deny it. He growled a little louder before sighin' and slouchin' against the sofa.
"What would it matter if I did?" He asked, voice strangely timid. I blinked. He really did like Uryuu…but I was sure then that he wasn't aware how much.
"Well, if ya like'im why don't ya do somethin' 'bout it?" I asked. Blue eyes glared at me slightly.
"Ya sound like that pervert in the sandals, and I'm gonna tell ya like I told him. Ishida's jus' a kid, don't be a fuckin' pervert 'bout it!" He growled lowly. Hmm…and protective too. I smiled at him knowingly.
"Look, Grimmjaw, I'm gonna tell ya straight. If ya like the kid, ya better go for it now. 'Cus there are plenty of other people gearin' up ta confess ta him. Shit, half the chicks in his school want some'a that and a few of the guys too. Ya better do it while ya still got the upper hand," I said. He pouted, which in turn made both Ulquiorra and I smirk. I don't think either of us were aware that he was capable of makin' faces like that.
"Look…S'not like I'm in love with'im or nothin'. I don't even know what that is. But I like'im….and fuckin' hell I want'im more than anythin' I've wanted in my whole life. Kid's jus' too cute for his own good, and he don't even know it," the Hollow said. I nodded.
"Yea…I understand. I've known the kid longer than you have, trust me, I know how obliviously cute he is," I said. A low growl was my answer.
"Don't worry. I'm not yer competition. I mean, I won't lie. He's attractive, but I've already got my eye on someone else," I assured him. He smirked knowingly at me, blue eyes flickerin' ta Ulquiorra who'd resumed readin' his book quietly. My eyes widened.
'How did you know?' I mouthed silently. He just grinned.
'Fuckin' obvious,' he mouthed back. I scowled lightly.
"Don't worry. That guy's pretty oblivious. He wouldn't notice even if ya smacked'im in the face with it," Grimmjaw said with a naughty smile. It was my turn to growl.
"Now who's the pervert?" I asked with a glare.
He cackled sadistically as the oblivious object of said conversation turned curious eyes on us from across the room. Ulquiorra's a really cute guy when he's confused. In fact, he's cute no matter what he does. Even when he's pissed at me for teasin'im too much. My physical attraction to my charge had continued to grow along with my personal bond with him. I knew it was part of the job to make the former Espada bond with us….ya know insurance, so they got somethin' that'll make'em think twice 'bout runnin' or leavin'. But, my bond with Ulquiorra, at least on my part, was becomin' somethin' I'm sure that the Captain Commander didn't quite have in mind. I blushed, thinkin' of the blue haired pervert's statement. Darker when a vivid image flashed through my mind.
"Looks like it's still ya, Red-chan!" Grimmjaw said through his laughter.
**Ulquiorra's POV**
I felt slightly left out as Grimmjaw cackled and Renji blushed. When I'd started referring to the redhead as Renji in my mind, I'm not quite sure. However, after three weeks of living with him…the Shinigami was growing on me. He had been nothing but welcoming thus far. He was always kind to me, sweet even. I was considering starting to call him by his given name, but was unsure of whether I should ask him or just start doing it. I decided to worry about it at a later time.
Grimmjaw's attraction to Ishida was rather interesting, but not altogether unexpected. The former Sexta had always been a curious man and Ishida was a rather mysterious person. He was strong and smart, shy and quiet. But what I think was really fueling Grimmjaw's attraction, other than the boy's physical attributes, was the fact that Ishida treated him like a person, rather than a thing. Aizen-sama had always treated us like we were his property. Tousen-sama like peons and Ichimaru-sama like animals he could entertain himself with. The Shinigami side, before our defection, had treated us like monsters. From my experience with Abarai…Renji, having someone treat you like a person was an amazing feeling.
I remember thinking at the time that they would be good for each other, Grimmjaw and Ishida.
"Ya know, I actually think I'd like it better if ya were ta end up with Uryuu in place of any of the other people that want'im right now," Renji's voice said thoughtfully from the other side of the room. I looked over at him. He and Grimmjaw just stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Why do'ya say that? Ya sayin' ya'd rather me than Kurosaki, and don't even pretend ya don't know 'bout that one. If I was obvious, he's practically advertisin' it," the Sexta snorted. Renji frowned in thought.
"Yea, I know 'bout Ichigo….but I still think ya'd be better for Uryuu. Uryuu's so quiet and closed off, he needs someone who'll force shit outta him. He needs someone who'll encourage'im ta try new things. Someone who'll teach'im ta have fun on a personal level," the redhead started.
"Ichigo might be loud, but he's just as closed off. Half the time we don't even know he's upset 'til he's already run away somewhere ta brood. As far as tellin' Uryuu to try new things…ya've seen'em fight before. Ichigo would jus' end up stompin' away ta brood in a corner. Whereas ya would drag the lil' Quincy off his adorable Quincy behind, and force'im ta try them," he said. Grimmjaw just smirked slightly.
"Yer right….I would drag his sexy lil' ass out if I had ta," he said, then he frowned.
"I jus' don't know. Uryuu's a good kid. He deserves ta be happy…and I'm jus' me. Ya know? I've never cared 'bout another person before...I don't think I even know how," he said uncertainly.
I frowned. I'd never seen the Sexta so unsure of himself. Ever since we met in Las Noches, he was always this cocksure, obnoxiously confident person. Whether it was his looks, his fighting skills, his power level…he always thought he was the best. No matter how many of us outranked him. Seeing him so unsure of himself was strange for me, though I suppose I understand why he felt that way. Feelings, other than anger or hatred, were uncharted territory for the former Espada. I myself was having trouble deciding whether or not I was going to let myself get close to Renji. I was having trouble identifying just how close I wanted to be, and what type of relationship I wanted us to have. I'd caught my eyes lingering on his person in places, and for lengths of time that weren't entirely appropriate.
"I think what Abarai-san is trying to say is that you will never know if you do not say something," I said. Two pairs of eyes turned on me curiously. I locked gazes with Grimmjaw.
"Ishida-kun is a good person, Grimmjaw, and I think it would be foolish of you to pass a chance to start something with him. We've never had anyone that cared about us, and you should think twice before you let this chance go. You've never been anything but confident in yourself since the day I met you. Don't change that now," I continued. He tilted his head to the side, blue eyes clearly shining confusion in my direction.
"It would be good for you…both of you. Look how much you've changed since you met him. Look how much you've come into your own because of him," I said. His expression did turn a little thoughtful at that.
"I've seen the way you two act around each other. Say something to him. You may find that he is more receptive to your feelings than you thought," I finished. Renji was smiling at me as I finished, causing my artificial heart to race slightly for reasons I did not understand. Grimmjaw was looking at me with that same look of confusion.
"I don't know…I'll think about it..." he said.
**Ichigo's POV**
I watched Uryuu and Chad leave the school together with jealousy churnin' in my stomach. Of course, it was none of my business who Uryuu wanted to walk home with, but I liked the guy damnit! It's only natural that I was jealous of him hangin' out with another guy. As for Chad..I wasn't really upset with him. How could I ever be upset with Chad? He's my best friend, has been since middle school. Besides, I'd been really worried about him lately. For passed few weeks he'd been avoiding me, and I didn't know why. Every time I managed to catch him and ask, he always told me it was nothin'. He always told me that he was fine and things would work themselves out. Then he'd ruffle my hair and smile at me, and my need to see him happy prevented me from pursuin' the matter.
'Oblivious...' Shirosaki sighed in my mind.
{I concur.}
I scowled at the two entities inside my inner world. Stupid bastards and their stupid, vagueness. Seriously, if they knew somethin' I didn't, why couldn't they just tell me? Why did they have to sit in there, useless, while I'm all confused. I sighed, watchin' as Uryuu and Chad rounded the block towards their homes. Were they secretly goin' out? Was that why they told me they wanted to walk together? What, were they goin' to make out or somethin'? Anger flooded my body at the thought of Uryuu kissin' someone else. Chad had said that he just wanted to talk to Uryuu 'bout somethin'.
'Wait...is he goin' to ask him out?' I thought. Shit! I should have known better! I grabbed my things quickly and rushed out of the school in the direction of Chad's apartment. I had to stop him from askin' Uryuu. I knew I hadn't told Chad that I liked the Quincy, but if they went out...my best friend and the guy I liked...I didn't know how I'd be able to handle it.
'God! I hope it isn't too late!'
**Uryuu's POV**
Sado and I met up to walk home together. Well, he was walking home. I was going to pick up my charge from Renji's apartment. He'd been silent so far, but I could tell that he really needed to talk. He seemed so nervous, confused even. His reiatsu was all over the place emotion-wise. I couldn't quite pick out a definitive feeling from the bunch. Finally, he sighed, slowing down his strides before he spoke.
"I don't really know how to say this…but you're the only one I could think of that I could talk about this with," he said. I looked up at him, with what I hoped was an assuring expression.
"I guess the best way to do it is to just come right out and say it," he continued, but didn't offer any more than that as we both continued our path towards Renji's place. I placed a hand over his thick forearm and smiled.
"You can tell me anything, Sado-kun. I won't judge you," I said, gaining a nervous smile for my efforts. He sighed again, a little raggedly this time.
"I like someone, but I don't know how…or if I should tell them," he confessed. I blinked stupidly at him for a minute before gathering my thoughts.
"Are you willing to tell me who it is?" I asked. He looked hesitant.
"Will you confirm it if I guess correctly?" I asked. A short nod was my answer. I thought on it for a few moments. Who could Sado like?
"Is it Inoue-san?" I asked. He shook his head. Damn, I'd thought for sure it'd have to be her. I think every guy in our group has had a crush on Inoue-san at least once.
"Hm…Arisawa-san?" I asked. Another shake of the head, this one not as unexpected. It's not that Tatsuki isn't attractive, because she is…but she is also very strong willed. A lot of guys would be intimidated by her spirit.
"Kuchiki-san? Matsumoto-san? Unohana-san? Isane-san?" I listed.
He continued to shake his head. I was confused, because basically I'd just listed all the women that we know, and his crush wasn't one of them. I wracked my brain trying to figure out any names I may have missed, but none came to mind. Then, as if smacking me in the skull, realization struck. What if Sado-kun didn't like girls? My eyes widened, my gaze settling on his increasingly nervous looking face as it dawned on me.
"Do you like…boys?" I asked, quietly so that only the two of us could hear it. He closed his eyes and nodded hesitantly, head hanging as if he daren't look at me.
"D-does that gross you out?" His shaky voice asked, and the dejection of its tone pulled at my heartstrings. With a slender hand I reached up, I threaded my fingers through his wavy, soft brown hair, turning his face towards mine. His shoulders were slumped enough that I could actually reach.
"Open your eyes, Sado-kun." He did. "Do I look grossed out?"
**Chad's POV**
I stared into Uryuu's comforting blue eyes, relief washing over my body like gentle wave. I was so happy he'd accepted me, being the first person that I told and all. His gentle fingers carded through my hair before falling down to my hand and squeezing my fingers reassuringly. I knew that I could trust him. I knew that talking to Uryuu first was the best choice. With a smile, I squeezed his tiny hand back. He smiled back at me softly, something I'm sure not a lot of people have seen. Something I think he should show to more people, because it's so comforting.
"Me too," he said softly. My eyes widened, though I suppose the confession wasn't so surprising. We'd always speculated, Ichigo and I, but we never knew if it was true or not.
"Well, I mean I've liked girls. But the person that I currently like, if you can call it that, is a man," Uryuu clarified.
"I see," I said. He just smiled cutely at me.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," he said with a little smirk.
I couldn't help but tense up a little. His guessing was so much easier for me. All I had to do was nod. Saying it seemed so much harder. I'd only just started entertaining the thought of telling someone my secret a few weeks ago. I wasn't entirely sure I could really say it out loud without dying of embarrassment. As if he could sense my nerves, he probably could (He's got amazing reiatsu sensing abilities.), he squeezed my hand again. We locked gazes, and he spoke.
"It's fine, Sado-kun. I actually think I know who it is anyway," he said, and my heart stopped in my chest. Was I that obvious? He laughed a little.
"Don't freak out. I'm sure no one else knows, most importantly him. However, after learning about your preference, it only makes sense," Uryuu explained. I managed to calm down just a little. His blue eyes warmed slightly.
"It's Ichigo, right?" He asked. I felt my face burn as I nodded my assent. His fingers stroked my knuckles soothingly.
"I-I don't know what to do. We've been friends for such a long time. I don't want to ruin that," I said. He nodded his understanding.
"I get it, but honestly Sado-kun, I don't think you could ruin what you and Ichigo have even if you tried," he said. I blinked at him, confused. One, he'd just called Ichigo by his given name twice within thirty seconds, and two, his confidence in mine and Ichigo's relationship.
"Really?" I questioned softly. He nodded.
"I'm being serious. Ichigo's not the type of guy to abandon one of his friends because of their sexual orientation. I mean, he's stuck with us through worse than 'I'm gay and I have a crush on you'," Uryuu said. It kind of made sense.
"Besides, you've always been there for each other. I don't think there's another person on the planet who knows Ichigo like you do, and visa versa. The worst he can say is 'I don't feel that way about you'. But at least you'll still have your friendship," he explained.
He was right, kind of. Though the idea of Ichigo telling me he didn't feel the same way was painful in its own right, I'd been happy with just friendship for a very long time. I'd felt this way about Ichigo since that day he recovered my medallion from those punks. It just grew stronger and stronger throughout the years. Even so, I'd been fine with having him as my best friend for just as long. So, when it came down to it, it really did seem like a better idea to at least try. Even if I was rejected…I didn't want to spend the rest of my life thinking "what if?"
"I think you should tell him. As much of an idiot as he is, Ichigo is a good guy, and I don't think you'll ruin your friendship by confessing," Uryuu finished. I sighed.
"You're right…at least I hope you're right. Maybe I will tell him," I said.
"No…you will tell him, Sado-kun. It's about time Ichigo got someone with brains as a permanent fixture in his life," he said sternly. I laughed. Those two would always be at each other's throats.
"I guess. Can I ask you a question?" I asked. He blinked at me and nodded.
"Why are you calling him Ichigo all of a sudden?"
"Oh…that. Well, he kind of cornered me in class today and started babbling about how I'm always so distant," Uryuu started looking guilty and embarrassed.
"Oh, yea. He always asked me why everyone else was allowed to call you Uryuu and not him," I injected. Blue eyes widened.
"I really didn't know he felt like that. If he wanted to drop formalities, he should have just asked. He's been acting really strange lately. I don't know what to make of it," the Quincy said. I smiled. I knew what was wrong, but I couldn't really tell him.
"Well, that's another problem with my liking him," I said. He lifted a brow in confusion.
"Ichigo already likes somebody else. He has for a while now," I explained. Uryuu's eyes filled with understanding.
"Oh…so that explains the odd behavior. Who is it that he likes?" He asked. Uryuu's so cute when he's oblivious. I wished I could tell him, but Ichigo was my best friend. It's just not right to tell the guy your best friend likes that he likes him.
"You know I can't tell you that, Uryuu. Ichigo doesn't even know that I know," I said with a frown. He just smiled at me again.
"No, I understand. It's fine." Uryuu's a good friend. I suddenly remembered my second question as we walked up Renji's porch and knocked on the door.
"Oh, right. I almost forgot. Who is it that you like?" I asked. His mouth had just opened to answer when…
*Click*SLAM!**
"Uryuu-chan!" A loud, rowdy voice shouted as a large hand ruffled Uryuu's hair animatedly. I followed the arm up to the handsome, grinning face of Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques.
"Don't call me that!" Uryuu snapped, face beat red as his embarrassed blue eyes stared intently at the ground. My eyes widened in realization.
'He likes the Hollow?' I thought, not quite capable of stopping the chuckle that left my mouth as Uryuu smacked the blue haired man's hands away from him pissily. At my noise, electric blue eyes snapped up to me curiously.
"Who's yer friend?" The former Sexta asked suspiciously, stepping up closer to Uryuu and brushing faintly against him as if scent marking him. I blinked at the slightly smaller man. Well, Ichigo did say that he was a cat. They can get quite territorial.
"That's Sado-kun, Sado-kun meet my charge, Grimmjaw Jaegerjaques," Uryuu answered slightly irritated. I smiled at the Hollow and bowed.
"Yasutora Sado, it's nice to meet you," I said politely. Bright blue eyes narrowed a little bit, the muscular man moving in front of Uryuu in a possessive show of dominance as he stared back.
"Yea..ya too," he said. I turned my gaze back on Uryuu, who peeked back at me from behind a broad shoulder.
"See you tomorrow at school, Uryuu. Oh, and never mind my question. I know who it is now," I said, lifting a hand to wave as I started walking away. He blushed brightly at my discovery.
"See you, Sado-kun," the Quincy said before he was pulled into the apartment by his charge. I laughed.
'I think you'll be just fine, Uryuu,' I thought as I continued walking home.
**Ichigo's POV**
I watched in silence as Chad left Uryuu with Grimmjaw, and walked away towards his apartment. I was confused, and slightly hurt after listenin' in on their conversation. I didn't hear all of it, but I heard enough to know that Chad had confessed to being gay. I was hurt that he'd chosen Uryuu to tell first instead of me. Did he think I would freak out on him or somethin'? I mean, I was his best friend. He should've had a little more faith in me. It didn't bother me that Chad liked boys. Hell, I liked boys! Well, I liked Uryuu. I waited for him to get to his front door before I moved up behind him.
"Chad."
He jumped, turnin' on me with a confused, wide eyed stare as he looked down at me.
"Ichigo? What are you doing here? Your house is in the opposite direction," he said. I blushed, knowin' I was caught followin' him.
"I was worried 'bout you. You've been acting strangely lately, and I wanted to know why. Now, I do," I said, lookin' up at him calmly. His breath caught, and his face morphed into an expression that looked like his heart had just stopped.
"I-Ichigo...I can explain.."
"Why didn't you tell me, Chad? I'm your best friend," I said, lookin' at the ground so he wouldn't see the pain on my face. Lately it just seemed like my friends didn't really trust me anymore. I heard him sigh.
"Come inside, Ichigo. We'll can talk more inside."
I nodded and followed him into his home, takin' off my shoes at the door. I followed him up to his room, sittin' down on the offered cushion, and lookin' up at his distressed face. Finally, after moments of silent thought, Chad turned back to me.
"I think first, I should ask you exactly what you heard, Ichigo." He sat down in front of me, his brown eyes lookin' worried and sad. I hated the look on him. My heart twisted at the sight of my best friend so unsettled.
"I didn't hear much, but I heard enough to know that you told Uryuu you like boys," I said, makin' sure my eyes were blocked of the pain I felt that he hadn't told me first. He blushed, lookin' ashamed and upset.
"You have to understand, Ichigo. I never want to lose you as a friend. We've been through so much together. We've always had each other's back. The idea that you might be disgusted with me, and turn away from me was frightening to me," he explained softly. My stomach tightened in guilt. Had I given him reason to think I'd toss him away if he'd confessed that to me?
"But, Chad...just like you said, we've been through a lot together. Do you really think I'm the kind of guy who'd abandon his best friend just because of his sexuality?"
**Chad's POV**
I felt terrible. Ichigo looked so hurt and betrayed. I probably should have been mad that he followed Uryuu and I with the sole purpose of eavesdropping. But, I knew had it been Ichigo acting the way I'd been acting towards him to me, I'd probably have done the same thing. I stared down into his baby brown eyes, my heart racing as I tried to figure out a way to explain myself without having to tell him I was in love with him.
"I know you're not that kind of person, Ichigo. But, surely you understand how hard it is to tell someone this," I said. He frowned. He's so cute when he pouts. I've always liked cute things, I suppose Ichigo's adorableness is what made me fall in the first place.
"Then why tell Uryuu? You had no problems tellin' him! You don't even know him as well!" His eyes were fierce and angry. I didn't blame him.
"Ichigo...I.."
"No...it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm just confused," he said, cutting my apology off. "Will you tell me who it is?"
"..." My heart froze in my chest, my lungs ceasing to function. Ichigo looked up at me in concern.
"Chad?"
"I can't!" I said suddenly, my frozen heart bursting into action rapidly. He scowled at me, a flush of anger lighting his cute face.
"Why not? I bet you told Uryuu! Why can't you tell me? Aren't I your best friend? Don't you want me anymore?" he cried out.
It happened before I could stop it. Hearing those last few words had snapped something in my mind, and before I could stop myself I'd grabbed my best friend, crushing him to my body tightly, our lips sealed together. Ichigo tensed in my arms, his eyes wide and confused as he stared into mine. I didn't let go. I just let my eyes fall shut, reveling in the feel of his soft mouth against mine before releasing the kiss. He seemed shocked into stillness. I continued to hold him tight, afraid that he'd run away and never want to talk to me again.
'Have I just ruined us, Ichigo?'
**Grimm's POV**
When the kid and I left Red's apartment, the Shinigami had waved us out, and threw me a saucy wink. I glared at him, grabbin' Uryuu's thin wrist and towin' him away before the redhead could get any more embarrassin' about it. I was only lucky that Red and I flirt with each other all the time, so the kid wouldn't think anythin' of it. Not that I wouldn't normally hit on Red…he's a fuckin' hot piece'a ass. I jus' knew he had a lil' thing with Ulquiorra that the former Cuarta was blissfully oblivious of. Also, it's been pretty well established that I was hot for my probation officer at the time. A small hand on my wrist knocked me out of my thoughts as the kid pulled me inta the grocery store.
"What're we doin' here?" I asked gruffly, kinda wantin' ta be home already.
Then I went silent, musin' on the fact that I considered Uryuu's apartment home. I mean, I guess it's not that surprisin', considerin' that I never considered Las Noches home, and certainly the cell in Sereiti wasn't home. A home is somewhere yer welcome, where people give a shit 'bout ya, where someone's waitin' ta greet ya. Bein' with Uryuu in his apartment was the closest thing I'd ever had to havin' a home.
"I've got to pick up a few things for tomorrow," the kid said, disruptin' my thoughts again. We'd stopped in the cleanin' isle and he was pickin' out a bunch of different cleanin' solutions. I tilted my head in confusion.
"What're we doin' tomorrow?" I asked. He turned to me with an armful of cleaners.
"Spring cleaning. I've got to get a head start on that, and it's the perfect thing to get my mind off of finals for a day," he said, dumpin' all the crap he'd picked up inta the cart. Cleanin'? What'd we need ta clean for? The apartment was anally clean…hehe anal…er…anyways, I frowned at him.
"What's spring cleanin'?" I asked, he jus' sighed as we made our way ta the checkout counter.
"It's a once a year thing I do where I take a day to clean my apartment from top to bottom," he explained.
He smiled at the cashier who blushed as she looked between us….but mostly she looked at him. I didn't like the way she was lookin' at my lil' jailor. Let me jus' explain somethin' real quick. When I want somethin', and really want it, I usually get it. Uryuu, I figured, was not gonna be different…well, I hoped he wasn't gonna be different. I was a lil' unsure when it came ta him, 'cus I really felt at the time that he deserved better than someone like me. But, yea..that brings me back to my original point…even though I thought he deserved someone better than me, I was selfish. I didn't like anyone else thinkin' they could touch what I was waitin' ta claim as mine.
The stupid girl at the counter was lookin' at Uryuu like she wanted ta fall to her knees and suck'im dry right there. I was tempted to beat her ta the punch, but I knew he'd probably stab me in my sleep if I did somethin' so humiliatin' ta him. Besides, I wasn't sure how the kid felt 'bout me yet. So, ta solve my lil' jealously problem, I looked the lil' bitch right in the eyes as I wound my arm around Uryuu's slender waist.
"Grimmjaw, what are yo-"
"Ya gonna where a frilly lil' apron for me, Uryuu?" I breathed inta the kid's ear huskily.
I felt'im shiver, which shot a bolt of lust down ta my loins so fast I almost moaned. I pulled away enough ta peer down at his wide eyed, flushed expression. Fuck, have I mentioned what a god damned cutie the kid is? If I haven't, let me jus' say, he looked absolutely delectable starin' up at me with those sapphire eyes glazed half in shock, half in confused lust. He had the prettiest blush stainin' his cheeks, it was fuckin' adorable.
I told'im as much too, 'cus why pass up a chance ta make'im squirm if it rises? I leaned down, my arm squeezin' him closer ta me, my face almost touchin' the crook of his neck. He smelled so good, like soap and somethin' fruity. I couldn't even stop myself from what I did next. With the tip of my nose, I traced a gentle line up to the skin jus' behind his ear. Resistin' the urge ta lick it, or bite it, or even kiss it, I nuzzled his earlobe softly. His soft lil' catch of breath made my stomach lurch.
"When ya blush like that, it makes me wanna do dirty things ta ya," I whispered darkly inta his ear. His breath stuttered slightly before he shoved me away.
"Pervert!" He accused, still blushin'. I smirked at him.
"Do you have to do things like that all the time? I mean honestly! And quit molesting me in public! People are staring!" He hissed at me, blue eyes dartin' around the room in embarrassment. I laughed at him, wrappin' my arm back around his waist, and squeezin' his hip teasingly.
"Oh? So ya'll let me touch ya in naughty places when we get home?" I asked slyly.
He flushed scarlet red, shovin' me away again so he could pay the dazed girl at the register. I smirked at her as he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the exit. 'Take that bitch, ya know who he belongs ta now,' I thought.
"Why do you always do things like that to me?" he asked when we finally made it back ta the apartment. I watched him put the various cleanin' shit away quietly for a few seconds.
"I mean, if you're gay…I'm okay with that, really," he said, lookin' over at me from the cabinets.
"I just don't understand why you're always making fun of me like that," he said.
And there it was…my opportunity ta tell'im that I wasn't makin' fun of'im. There was my chance ta tell'im that I had lots'a feelings I didn't understand for'im. I froze, unsure if I should take the chance. How could I possibly tell'im how I felt if I didn't even know what that was? What if he got scared and asked the Shinigami ta send me ta someone else? I wanted him…I really did. I could still smell the sweet scent of fruit comin' from his warm, soft skin. I could still feel the heat comin' off his small, tight lil' body. I could remember the way that his hip was firm, the bone sharp and defined.
Mostly though, I couldn't get over how he treated me like a person all that time. I couldn't dismiss the fact that he'd, though reluctantly at first, welcomed me inta his home, and taught me 'bout how ta live. He'd helped me become my own person, instead of the hollow person I was before. Well, I was still a Hollow, but I had more ta me. I had things that I liked, things I disliked. I had wants and needs that could actually be satisfied. I had a favorite food, pizza, and a favorite song, Vanilla by Gackt. It's so perverted that I can't help but love the guy for writin' it. But, none of that would've been possible if Uryuu hadn't taken his job so seriously. How could I pass up this chance?
"Grimmjaw! Are you even listening? I said I don't want you making fun of me like that anymore! I don't like it!" He snapped, poutin' at me from across the room in a way that made me wanna jump'im. I stood, lookin' over at'im, and lockin' my eyes with his ocean blue gaze.
"I ain't never said anythin' ta ya that I didn't mean," I said and walked out of the room before he could react.
It's a pussy move…but I never had somethin' that I wanted so much I was actually afraid I couldn't get it. I walked to our shared room and quickly changed inta my night clothes before fallin' onta the futon heavily. There, I'd said it…now it was up ta him ta decide whether he wanted me back. My heart was poundin' in my chest, my blood thrumin' through my veins like I'd just fought Aizen or somethin'. It wasn't until much later that Uryuu came inta the room. I pretended ta sleep, which I guess he was too lost in thought ta see through. I heard'im change then slip inta his own bed quietly with a sigh. I could feel his eyes on me for quite some time before he turned away.
"Sensei…what should I do?" He questioned softly.
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