GrimmUlqui: Blue and Green (Theme #10: In the Rain)
Title: In the Rain
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Genre: General
Rating: T
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: "I'm not a rapist," the man said calmly, making Grimmjow shut up. "Now, come. You need to go back home."
Theme #10: In the Rain
For Paradoxisimminant
"The one who brightened up my day when it seemed the darkest."
~ x ~
Grimmjow hated the rain. It was cold and wet and miserable and it got him sick on more than one occasion. It basically spoiled everything. It also reminded him of too many bad memories. It reminded him of the times he had to walk back home alone after school because his mother could not be bothered to pick up her only son. It rained then. It also rained when his parents fought five years ago, a fight that ended their marriage. He still remembered how they screamed at each other, and how loud the sound of shattered glass was. It rained when his mother returned home not long after that, clinging onto the arm of her new man. It rained when one of his mother's numerous boyfriends hit him in a drunken rage because he talked back. It rained when he was locked out of his own house. Wet and shivering, poor Grimmjow had to find shelter under a tree.
In the fourteen years of Grimmjow's life, nothing good was ever associated with rain.
So whenever it rained, Grimmjow would instantly be in a bad mood.
He already had a bad day today, and the rain just made it worse. Grimmjow cursed under his breath as he pulled up the hood of his hoodie. Not that it helped any. He was practically soaked to the bone. Why he was even bothering to come back home, he did not know.
Spotting a bus stop area which also offered two benches and a shade as shelter, Grimmjow immediately made his way towards the place, pulling off his hood when he was finally out of the rain. The young boy sat on one of the benches, and pulled out a box of cigarettes from his bag. Lighting up a stick of cigarette, Grimmjow took a long drag from it before exhaling the smoke, watching how the smoke made patterns in the air as it floated away.
He really should have stayed in school today and waited till the rain died down. He kicked at his feet. But he was so angry with his teacher today for making him stay back for hours after school for detention that Grimmjow just did not care at the time. That Mr. Kuchiki was such an asshole. The man just had to be an ass for one last time before he leaves his job, hm?
"That dumb fuck," Grimmjow said to no one in particular, before taking another long drag from his cigarette, absently wondering how the new teacher that was supposedly going to replace Mr. Kuchiki tomorrow was going to be like. He blew out the smoke, and was about to raise the cigarette to his lips again when he heard someone speak.
"In my opinion." Grimmjow whipped his head to find the source of the voice. "You're the dumb one."
The person who spoke was a pale man, probably in his early twenties. His raven hair was slightly on the longish side, with a lock of his hair falling perfectly between emerald eyes. He was standing outside in the rain, holding up an open umbrella to protect him from the rain. He had a disdainful look on his doll-like face as he observed Grimmjow smoke, his free hand stuffed in the pocket of his coat.
"The hell are you?" Grimmjow spat, standing up. "And who are you calling dumb?"
"That," the man said snootily, "is none of your business." He wrinkled his nose, eyeing the stick of cigarette in between Grimmjow's fingers in distaste. "And only dumb people smoke."
!
Grimmjow could not believe it. He stared up at the man, his mouth open. This guy was nearly as bad as Mr. Kuchiki. Who the hell did he think he was, looking down on him and suddenly lecturing Grimmjow like that? Grimmjow did not even know him. Heck, he had never even seen him before. "Bastard," he hissed.
"Trash."
Scowling, Grimmjow was about to bite back when he suddenly deflated. This was not worth getting angry over. He dropped the cigarette to the ground and grinded it with the sole of his shoe, putting it out. "There, you happy?" Grimmjow snapped at the surprised young man. "Now fuck off and leave me alone." The young boy sat back down, avoiding the emerald eyed man's penetrating gaze.
"You're cold."
"Well, isn't that obvious?" Grimmjow said bitterly. His damp clothes clung to his skin, making him shiver. "Nothing I can do about it."
"Hmm." The man surveyed him for a moment. He hesitated, wondering what he should do next. When he finally decided what to do, he spoke, the tone of his voice more civil, "Walk with me."
Grimmjow nearly snapped his neck looking up at the man so quickly. "What?" he choked out.
"Walk with me," the man repeated as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "You are soaked, and you need to get back home before you catch a cold. I have an umbrella." He held out the umbrella slightly, beckoning Grimmjow to come on over. "Your parents must be worried."
Surprised, Grimmjow blinked. When he finally regained his composure, he laughed. "What? Why should I go with you? For all I know, you could be a gay ass ra-"
"I'm not a rapist," the man said calmly, making Grimmjow shut up. "Now, come. You need to go back home."
Grimmjow hesitated. Should he go? He looked at the man, then at the snuffed out cigarette lying on the ground, then back at the man again. Though he did not know the guy, and the way he spoke pissed him off, the expression on his face was honest. And somehow, Grimmjow felt like it was safe for him to trust this man. He just did not have a threatening aura about him.
Standing up, the blue haired boy walked over to the man, taking shelter under the umbrella with him. "Just keep your hands to yourself," Grimmjow said gruffly.
"Of course."
And with that, they started walking in the direction of Grimmjow's home, Grimmjow directing him by muttering occasional lefts and rights. Other than that, they did not really speak, the sounds of water splashing when they stepped into shallow puddles water and the falling rain filling the silence between them. Looking up at the man now, Grimmjow noticed that he was quite... cute. And also quite short for someone his age, but still much taller than Grimmjow himself. Heh. Grimmjow had no doubt that he would be taller than this guy one day.
"Does your mother know that you're coming home late?" the man said, breaking the silence.
"Huh?" Grimmjow said, startled out of his thoughts. "Oh, her?" He shrugged. "She doesn't care."
The man chose not to make a comment on it. Instead, he stopped at a house which had a number 6 on it; it fit the description of what the boy described his house to be. "Is this it?"
"Yeah," Grimmjow replied, digging into his pocket for the key. "Uhh..." Sapphire eyes looked up at the man. "Thanks," he said, the word foreign on his tongue.
"Hn."
The man was about to make his leave when Grimmjow spoke up once more, curiosity bubbling up within him. He did not want the man to leave just yet. "Wait!"
He turned then, raising a dark eyebrow at Grimmjow. "Yes?"
"Why did you help me?" Grimmjow questioned.
"That, is none of your business. Trash like yourself should not be wasting your time on such things." The man returned to his snooty self, annoying the young boy. At the look on Grimmjow's face, however, his eyes softened. "Go inside or you'll catch a cold," he said softly.
"Damn, at least tell me your name!" Grimmjow stood rooted to the spot stubbornly, refusing to obey the man.
The raven haired stranger did not respond. Instead, he merely smiled gently before turning on his heel and taking his leave, leaving Grimmjow in his wake as he walked alone in the pouring rain, his long coat flapping behind him.
The next day in school, Grimmjow was still unable to get the man out of his mind. Even as he lay in bed yesterday, he only thought about that mysterious stranger that had decided to help him out of the blue. He could not forget how those bright, emerald orbs looked at him, as though seeing him and at the same time, understood him, both something that most adults did not do. He was... different. And somehow, he made that gloomy, rainy day seem not that bad.
Sighing, Grimmjow leaned back in his seat, ignoring the squeals of his fellow female classmates as they fawned over the new teacher that had just walked in, saying things like "Oh my God, he is so cute" and "He's so mine". Idiots. He had not seen the teacher yet, nor was he interested.
But then he heard someone speak, the voice making him snap to attention and look up;
"My name is Ulquiorra Cifer," the new teacher said, as he surveyed his students, emerald eyes bright.
Grimmjow's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at the new teacher. There was no mistaking it. Emerald eyes fell on the blue haired boy who continued to look up at him in shock. The man seemed to be a little startled as well, but quickly regained his composure.
"And I will be your new teacher."
Grimmjow clenched his fists.
It was him.
Is this fate?
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.