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The Fairy Prince	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 6: KARMA
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XOXOXOXO
After his disappointment with Ichigo, Grimmjow had gone to Urahara and asked the blond scientist to disguise his ears, making it possible for him to go exploring. Being cooped up under the orange-haired boy all the time couldn't be good for his health, so a trip outside would work wonders.
Kisuke had grudgingly agreed and applied the same spell he used for his own ears to Grimmjow's. He had also given him clothes that would help him "blend in" with the population. The clothes were strange, though. Kisuke had described what he was wearing as a form-fitting, pale yellow t-shirt, with a drawing of a crown on the front of it, light-blue jeans and a pair of black "sneakers"...whatever those were. He supposed he did look like the humans walking the streets, but he would've felt more comfortable wearing his own kind of clothing.
When he'd left that morning to go on his expedition, he'd had a mind to ask Nnoitra if he wanted to accompany him, but then realized that his best friend had still been in the apartment with Ichigo's blond friend, Shinji. There was no way he would have gone back up there to face the strawberry named youth.
No way.
So, instead, he'd just left and headed towards an area that Kisuke called "downtown". It was early morning, but the air was warm, yet heavy. There was a scent lingering in the air that was unfamiliar and made his nose wrinkle. Not only that, but he'd almost been hit by a big, metal contraption on wheels, moving so fast, he'd had to use his fairy speed to dodge it. He would have to ask Kisuke what the fuck those things were; there were plenty of them flooding the roads, which were hard as hell and black as pitch, by the way.
He didn't understand any of it.
He'd walked for hours, studying the humans and their habits. They ate strange things, wore strange clothing and talked into devices that they held up to their ears. After seeing several humans doing that, he'd stopped in front of a place where the things they spoke into were being displayed and apparently sold. The things were called cellular phones.
Whatever that meant.
Everything in this world was so odd and threw him off completely. Now, more than ever, he missed his homeland. He especially missed his parents, but they were dead and there was no way they were coming back. If that silver-haired fairy hadn't have helped him, Neliel and Nnoitra, they would more than likely be dead right along with his parents. Grimmjow vowed to find the traitor who had done such a heinous thing. How? He had no idea, but he would find a way.
He had to, or his credence as the Fairy Prince...now the King, would be null and void.
Continuing his trek, he noticed how many humans were staring at him. He knew he was taller than the average human here, but didn't think it warranted the looks he was receiving from them. They weren't glares, though. More like appreciative stares. They would've stroked his ego had he not been uninterested in women. There were males that stared at him as well, but truth be told, he only had one human male on his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget about him.
Ichigo.
Finally, he'd made his way to a place called a "diner", where he'd stopped to get some food. The place was a modest size with a long counter stretching the length of it, where stools were situated along it. The floor was a shiny, black hard material that Grimmjow assumed was marble and the walls were a comforting cream color. The seats were a deep, blood-red and the tables and counter matched the floor. All in all, a nice place.
He took a seat at a booth that a short, dark-haired young man led him to. The young man placed something called a "menu" before him and had proceeded to ask him what he wanted to drink. He, being inexperienced in the ways of dining out in the human world, as well as being thirsty as hell after all of that walking, had asked the young man to choose for him. The man had suggested he order a "soft drink". Kisuke had given him some human currency, so he'd followed the man's suggestion. The "soft drink" certainly wasn't soft, though. It burned his nose and made his eyes water.
He definitely didn't see how this could sate anyone's thirst.
He glanced over the "menu" skeptically, unfamiliar with half of the food until something called a cheeseburger caught his attention. He remembered Ichigo bringing one of those home after he'd finished with school, along with another food item called "french fries". He licked his lips, trying to ignore the angry growling in his belly. That's what he would get. A cheeseburger and french fries.
Perfect.
A minute later, the dark-haired man returned, "Sir, have you decided what you'd like to order?" he asked.
Grimmjow nodded and pointed to the picture of the cheeseburger and french fries in the menu booklet, "Yeah, that."
The young man nodded and retrieved the menu after writing in a tiny book, "Ok, my name is Hanataro and I'll be your waiter this afternoon."
With that, he walked off and left Grimmjow to his musings as he turned to watch people from the large window beside him. They seemed to bustle by without a care in the world.
They were so lucky.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo rested his head in his hand and his elbow on his desk as he stared blankly at his professor. His lack of sleep had finally caught up to him and he was absolutely miserable trying to keep awake. Nevermind the fact that his overly strict English professor, Byakuya Kuchiki was staring directly at him as if the man KNEW he was on the verge of sliding into a coma.
The classroom was overly warm, which only added to his drowsiness; it was like the building itself had a vendetta against him. Kuchiki-sensei was giving a lecture on the upcoming report they would be assigned and the man's monotone was doing absolutely NOTHING to keep Ichigo from throwing his head back and outright snoring.
Suddenly, everything became hazy and comfortable and before he could realize he had fallen asleep, his forehead smacked his desk with a loud "thunk", making the other students glance at him and laugh quietly. Kuchiki-sensei glared at him with his piercing, hooded, violet eyes.
Shit.
Ichigo jerked upright and shifted in his seat, only to move around and keep himself up, although it wasn't working at all. He was so far beyond sleepy, it wasn't even funny. He glanced up at the clock above the classroom entrance and grimaced.
He still had thirty minutes left.
This wouldn't do.
Before he knew it, he had lost some more time, his eyes drifting shut unwillingly.
A loud rapping on his desk jolted him awake, making him bang his knees on the underside of the desk. Fuck, that hurt. He rubbed his throbbing knees and looked around, realizing with dread that the classroom was completely empty, save for his stoic professor, who was standing beside his desk wearing a cold glare.
Damn. Cold busted.
Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck and refused to meet the older man's eyes. Kuchiki-sensei was the only man that could make him feel like an adolescent with one look. It didn't help things that the man was extremely attractive. He had long, raven-colored hair and a nicely built body that he hid beneath his business casual wear. For instance, he was wearing a white, short-sleeved, button-up shirt with a black tie, black slacks, black, leather dress shoes and his black, rectangular-framed glasses. The man smelled elegantly beautiful and Ichigo could see why Shiro was attracted to him.
As Ichigo sat guiltily sulking, Kuchiki-sensei stood waiting for a response. Finally, seeming to have grown impatient with his silence, his professor folded his arms across his broad chest and shifted his weight to his right foot, "Kurosaki-san, this is unacceptable. Is there a reason you were sleeping in my classroom?" the man's deep baritone scattered the silence.
Ichigo sighed dejectedly and shook his head, "No, Kuchiki-sensei. I just haven't been getting much rest. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he hurriedly amended.
His professor stared him down for a few moments more before he slapped a sheet of paper down on the desk, "That is the assignment. Do not let this lack of sleep keep you from completing your work, or I will be forced to fail you."
With that, the man gracefully moved away and Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. That had gone ten times better than he'd expected. He gathered the paper and his backpack and slowly left the classroom, rubbing his eyes wearily. As soon as he stepped foot inside his apartment, he was falling out for the next few days and kami help whoever disturbed him.
Ichigo trudged through the double doors marking the exit of the university and cringed at the obnoxiously bright sun. Normally, he would be happy that the weather was so nice, but his fatigue had him cursing everything, especially the albino he'd sworn he'd gotten rid of earlier, but was now walking towards him, face-splitting grin being proudly displayed. Ichigo inwardly groaned and lowered his head, hoping against hope that Shiro would just walk on by...but it was not meant to be.
"Oi, King, ya done fer the day?" he asked, slinging a wiry arm around Ichigo's shoulders.
Ichigo nodded and shifted his backpack to his right side, away from the man on his left, "Yeah, why? Why are you still here anyway? Didn't you say you just needed to pick up a portfolio or something? Why are you harassing me?" he practically whined, fuming at the injustice of it all.
He just wanted to go home.
Shiro cackled and tightened the arm snaked around Ichigo's shoulders, "I love when ya act all bratty an' shit. It's fuckin' cute!"
"Yeah, well, I hate you. Now, why don't you go away? I'm pretty sure Byakuya is ready to leave for the afternoon and you can bother him as much as you like."
"Hn, yer lucky I like ya, King. I ain't this nice ta everyone else," the albino stated rather seriously, making Ichigo regard him warily.
He'd heard rumors about Shirosaki using a goofball facade to hide the fact that he was tough as an alley cat. Ichigo didn't necessarily want to provoke the man, but he was tired as fuck and really didn't feel like being pestered.
"Alright, alright. What do you want?" he asked carefully, shooting Shiro a sideways glance.
"Well, ya see, I need some help on that crappy History assignment Yoruichi-sensei tacked on us last week. Yer pretty good at smart shit, so I thought ya'd give me a hand."
Ichigo face-palmed. The assignment Shiro was talking about was due in two fucking days. Which meant the asshole had waited until almost the very last minute to ask for some fucking help. He wanted to kill him.
"Shiro..." Ichigo's voice trailed off helplessly. He honestly didn't know what to say and getting all bent out of shape about it now would accomplish absolutely nothing. He sighed wearily, "Fine. You can drop by tomorrow evening. I got something to do tonight."
"Cool! Thanks, King! I 'preciate it!" Shiro exclaimed and sauntered off in the opposite direction, while Ichigo continued on towards the bus stop.
The albino had better be glad Ichigo didn't own a gun because he was seriously contemplating murder.
XOXOXOXO
Toshiro Hitsugaya couldn't believe his eyes. He knew he sometimes had random streaks of good luck, but this...this was just outrageously wonderful.
He was thankful that he was on the opposite side of the diner of the blue-haired man that had just taken a seat. It gave him a chance to observe without seeming like a creep. He was almost positive that the blue-haired man was one of those mythical creatures his uncle had always been going on about. The man had horded ancient books in his musty basement and once – while Toshiro had been down there cleaning – he'd stumbled across an interesting bit of reading. Once he'd gotten started, it had taken threats of starvation for him to leave the funky room.
His uncle, Yamamoto-san, had been a firm believer in all things supernatural. At first, Toshiro had thought the man was an absolute loon, but once he'd found all those books and began reading, he'd changed his tune. He'd read about worlds that he only thought existed in fairy tales and bedtime stories. To think they truly existed...
Yamamoto-san had noticed Toshiro's sudden interest in such things and welcomed him with open arms, explaining to him the different creatures that existed that others thought didn't and showing him proof of their existence. Elves, trolls, goblins, fairies...
Which led him back to the blue-haired man he was currently watching.
Toshiro was now certain that the man he was observing was the Elorian fairy prince from his uncle's old book on the fairy race. There were many different clans of fae, most of which had their own hierarchy. The ones he knew of offhand were the Elorians, the Roandes, and the clan of Eieren, whose king and queen were forced to leave due to corruption in the hierarchy. That clan had fizzled, but there were rumors that most of the clan of Eieren had made its way to this world, or rather this dimension.
He remembered memorizing the royal families and wondering if he would ever be able to spot one if the rumors were true, but this was unusual, even for something of a supernatural origin. The Elorians were said to be the strongest and most powerful fairy clan, so what was the prince doing here? And if the prince was here, did that mean the rest of his people were?
Toshiro nearly shivered with excitement at the prospect of solving that little mystery. His uncle would be so happy, except the man had passed on a few months before. Yamamoto-san would've loved to have been a part of something this huge.
"Sir, would you like a refill on your drink?" a cheery, orange-haired girl asked him, startling him out of his musings. He noticed the blue-haired fairy prince – Grimmjow, if he recalled correctly from the book – rising and placing a few bills on his table.
"No, I'm done here," Toshiro quickly stated, pulling a few bills of his own from his wallet. "Don't worry about the bill. This should cover it."
The waitress's gray eyes grew large with surprise as she nodded and stepped out of his way, "Sure, Sir. Have a nice day!" she called after him as he hurriedly followed after the fairy prince.
Toshiro straightened his black polo shirt and khaki pants as he tried to be discreet in trailing Grimmjow. He didn't want to scare the prince off and miss out on the chance of a lifetime. He followed several meters behind the tall blunet, wondering why he was in this dimension, seemingly alone and dressed as a human. Although Grimmjow's ears appeared normal, Toshiro's uncle had told him about sorcerers and other fairies that could use spells to disguise such things.
It had to be him. Toshiro had never seen another person with blue hair before, not to mention those bright blue eyes. Oh well. He would find out before the day was done, that was for sure.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo stared across the table at his companion, bored out of his mind and damn near falling asleep. Renji had picked him up from his apartment, as promised, and they had decided to go to a small little restaurant not far from Ichigo's place. He didn't want to go far because he'd meant what he'd said about going home and passing out for at least two days.
After a short ride on Renji's red and black Yamaha YZF-R1, they'd arrived at the restaurant, Ichigo nearly kissing the ground in relief. He didn't mind motorcycles, but the owner had to at least know what the fuck he was doing. He didn't want to feel as if his life were at risk by merely sitting on the fucking thing. Renji cut corners and drove that bike like he was insane and Ichigo was really contemplating telling the red head he was walking back to his apartment once their farce of a date was over.
Renji managed to almost put Ichigo to sleep faster than his professors, which was really saying something. All the tall, tattooed red head talked about...was himself. Now, don't get him wrong, Renji was really handsome...in a rough kind of way. He was tall, around 6'2", ripped as hell from his days of playing American football, had these intricate-looking, tribal tattoos that started at his eyebrows and traveled down the sides of his neck, disappearing underneath the collar of his gray t-shirt, and he had long, bright red hair that he was currently sporting in his usual ponytail. A navy-blue bandana was wrapped around his head, matching his dark-blue jeans and a pair of dark-blue and gray Nike Air Jordan 8 sneakers.
In short, Renji wasn't lacking in the looks department. More like he was lacking in the "good date" department. There was only so much Ichigo could stomach when it came to American football and motorcycles and he was more than ready to call it quits.
"So, I told the guy that I wasn't named MVP for nothin'..."
Ichigo tuned the red head out and glanced out of the window he was seated next to, idly wondering why his food was taking so long to be prepared. He'd only ordered a cheeseburger and some onion rings. He was already sipping a thick, sinful banana milkshake and he was ready to eat and get home.
After five more minutes of listening to Renji drone on and on about shit Ichigo didn't give a fuck about, their food finally arrived and without any preamble, he hungrily dug in. It was pretty sad that Renji didn't even notice that he hadn't said more than two words (what's up) since he'd been picked up at his apartment.
While he ate, his thoughts drifted to the blue-haired fairy currently living with him and Shinji. He wondered where the man had been all day, since when he arrived at the apartment after his classes, Grimmjow had been nowhere to be seen. He'd been gone all day. Ichigo felt horrible for hurting the man's feelings, especially only to go on an epic FAIL of a date with Renji.
Ichigo wanted to apologize to the blunet whenever he saw him and maybe make it up to him. He was really attracted to Grimmjow, but he didn't know what the gorgeous being saw in him. He was nothing special and his hair, in his opinion, ruined everything. It wasn't sexy like the other man's silky, sky blue locks and his body certainly was nothing to jump for joy over. Yeah, sure he wasn't grossly obese or anything, but he wasn't all firm, solid muscle like Grimmjow.
He squirmed in his seat, mind taking a turn for the extremely naughty. This wasn't the time to get a woody and especially not for another man. Ichigo chuckled derisively. It wasn't like Renji would notice anyway; the guy was too busy stroking his own ego.
"...Ichigo?"
His eyes widened as he realized that Renji was finally addressing him. He glanced up from his plate, mouth full of cheeseburger and raised his brows in question. The red head grinned and arched a brow.
"Weren't ya list'nin'?"
Ichigo blushed, embarrassed that he'd been caught ignoring his date, "Ah, sorry, I was a little preoccupied," he mumbled.
Renji gave a short bark of laughter and stole an onion ring from Ichigo's plate, making him scowl with disapproval, "Yeah, ya do look a lil' hungry."
Ha. The idiot thought he was too hungry to pay attention? More like just disinterested in his not riveting at all tales.
Another painful half an hour passed and finally, Ichigo could take no more. He dropped a few bills on the table for his food, to which Renji didn't complain at all, and stood, holding his hand in the air, halting the red head from following, "Look, Renji, you're a nice guy and all, but this isn't working out. I think it's best we just stay friends," he stated calmly.
Renji actually had the nerve to look baffled before quirking his mouth and shrugging dejectedly, "Oh. Ok."
Ichigo didn't wait around to hear anymore, instead stalking from the restaurant and not bothering to look back. That had officially been the worst date he'd ever been on in his life. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn't far from his apartment, so he briskly began walking up the street, hoping to beat Shinji home. With Shinji and Nnoitra there, the house would inevitably be noisy as shit and he wanted a head start on getting a restful sleep. He also hoped Grimmjow was there so he could apologize. He wanted to start over with the blunet, getting to know him better and maybe become more than just his friend.
Night had descended, making the street lights come on and silence fill the deserted roads. Deciding to shorten his trip, Ichigo ducked into an alley that cut across two streets and would bring him to his apartment faster than taking the main roads. The alley was dark, dirty and smelled like piss, but Ichigo didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to get home.
He was striding past a large, green dumpster when four men stepped out of the shadows and surrounded him. Fuck. He just couldn't catch a break. One of the four, a tall, dark-haired man with a somber expression, took a step forward and held out a thin hand, "Give us your money and you may live to see another day."
Ichigo scoffed. Yeah, he was surrounded, but he wasn't going down without a fucking fight. They wanted his money, they were gonna have to TAKE that shit. He balled his hands into tight fists and raised them, moving comfortably into a fighting stance, "Fuck you," he spat callously.
The men twittered excitedly and started closing in on him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He was nervous, but he refused to not fight. He had his eye on the one that had spoken and told him to give his money up, but realized his mistake when he was hit on the head hard from behind.
"Shit!" he hissed, fighting through the jarring pain that briefly made him see stars.
He could feel blood trickling from where he'd been hit, but he threw a huge right hook, hitting the man that had been to his left and making the fucker stagger backwards against the alley wall. As soon as he recovered from that swing, he was hit hard in the stomach, making him gag and double over. His eyes were watering and he really couldn't breathe, but he still refused to go down. He tried to straighten up, only to get his legs swept from under him, causing him to crash to the ground, landing on his back. A flurry of feet and fists came at him then and all he could do was hold his hands up, guarding his face.
Shit. All he'd wanted to do was go home and sleep.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow had had an interesting time exploring the town of Karakura, but he was tired and ready to lie down. His head ached from all of the extra noises of the bustling humans and their machinery and his feet were actually sore from walking so much. A nice long, hot "shower" would be marvelous at the moment and he was indeed looking forward to just that as he made his way back towards the apartment.
He had a good memory, so getting lost hadn't been an issue. A few times during his trip, he'd sworn he'd felt someone following him, but whenever he turned to look, he didn't see anyone. It must have been his over-active imagination. There was nothing for him to fear here, aside from the fast machines on wheels that he'd learned were called automobiles, or cars for short. He had nothing to worry about.
Grimmjow turned down the last stretch of sidewalk before he would reach the apartment, but paused when scuffling and grunting reached his sensitive ears. He started to keep moving, but a familiar smell stopped him cold.
Ichigo.
There was no mistaking the fruity smell of his hair and the soothing smell his clothing emitted.
What scared the hell out of him was the unmistakable smell of blood. He had never smelled Ichigo's blood before, but he knew something wasn't right. The smell was thick and mingled with the scent of perspiration. It made his skin crawl.
Grimmjow took off in the direction of the scents and sounds, hoping that he would get there and Ichigo would be ok. He rounded a corner and ended up in a dark kind of corridor, except it was outside. In the middle of the outside corridor was a group of men brutally kicking and punching a huddled form on the ground. Recognizing the form as Ichigo, he snarled and sped over to the men.
Using his fairy strength, he grabbed the first man he could get his hands on by the collar and tossed him away. The man collided with one of the stone walls surrounding them and slid to the ground, immediately unconscious. The next man he grabbed by the face and shoved him headfirst into a large, metal, green bin. By this time, the other two men had noticed his presence and were in the process of backing away, hands raised in the air in a gesture of peace.
Grimmjow growled, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, "Get out of here before I change my mind about killing you!"
The men scuttled away and Grimmjow turned to face Ichigo, who was just now stirring and moving into a sitting position. He touched the back of his head and winced, fingers coming back covered in blood. He spit to the side, saliva tainted with blood as well and face already bruising.
Then, he noticed Grimmjow.
Those nut-brown eyes widened and his lips parted slightly, "Gr-Grimmjow? What are you doing here?"
Grimmjow snorted and ran a hand through his disheveled blue hair, "Saving your ass, apparently," he stated waspishly.
Ichigo frowned but otherwise said nothing. They continued to stare at one another, until Grimmjow became aggravated, sucking his teeth in frustration as he moved towards the injured youth. He knelt before him, assessing the damage before asking, "Can you walk?"
"I think so."
Ichigo slowly stumbled to his feet, flat-out refusing the help Grimmjow was offering. He wobbled a bit, but managed to stay standing. Seeing that the orange head was ok to walk on his own, Grimmjow fell into step beside him.
The silence was awkward and he didn't know what to say. He knew Ichigo had gone on his date with the guy with the red hair that night, but why had he been walking home alone? Shouldn't his date have been bringing him back to the apartment? Not only that, but Grimmjow didn't want to comment and risk sounding like a jealous idiot. Shit.
He sighed, frustrated. What the fuck should he do?
"Where did you go today?" Ichigo asked, breaking the silence and startling him.
He frowned, unwillingly to share his activities, while Ichigo was free to keep his own private. "Out," he issued with finality.
A soft sigh floated from Ichigo and suddenly, his elbow was gripped firmly, halting his steps. Grimmjow peered down into those enchanting brown eyes and arched a brow in question. What was he up to?
"Look, Grimmjow, I'm sorry for yesterday. You know, the whole brushing off your, uh..." Ichigo trailed off uncertainly, so he decided to help him out.
"Confession."
The orange head blushed under his bruises and nodded, biting his bottom lip, "I also wanted you to know that I only accepted that date with Renji because he'd been asking me a lot and I had already promised to go out with him before you even came along," he continued.
"So, why aren't you with this 'Renji' now? Shouldn't he be escorting you home?" Grimmjow asked, relieved that he was able to ask what had been plaguing him since seeing Ichigo alone in that place.
"Well, let's just say Renji isn't my type," Ichigo answered with a grimace. Grimmjow outright laughed, making the smaller man shoot him a nasty glare that only managed to last a few seconds before he too was laughing.
Well, that was good news, but did that mean that Ichigo wanted HIM? He peeked over at the battered young man and pursed his lips. He just didn't know what Ichigo wanted. He knew there was a mutual attraction, but as far as anything else went, Grimmjow was clueless.
"So..." Ichigo started, expression nervous, "you still mad at me?"
Grimmjow forced himself not to grin at the kid's cuteness as he pretended to mull the question over. He was just about to answer when Ichigo slid to the ground in a boneless heap, having passed out from his injuries.
Guess that conversation would have to wait.
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