Polyphonic: 03
contemplating songs... haha. :)
Title: Polyphonic: ch 03
Author: my_imaginating
Beta: 3_broken_hearts
Pairings: Renji x Ichigo (centric), Grimmjow x Ichigo (one-sided), Gin x Rangiku, and more
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly)
Warning: AU (no bearing upon the Bleach series whatsoever, I just borrowed the characters), shounen-ai, kissing (homo and hetero), mild violence, a little swearing
Word count: 1785
Summary: Enter Grimm & crew.
Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow [1] was pissed off. That red-headed punk Abarai and his crew, Soul Candy, were hogging all the attention, and Grimmjow was sick of it. He tugged a hand through his tousled blue hair in frustration.
First their hot manager, the strawberry blonde with the huge tits, was off limits according to his own silver haired manager Gin. And now, Abarai seemed to be talking to the cream of the crop; a hot piece of work, standing around with a smokin' body and an orange mop on his head, staring at Abarai like he was a god or something.
Grimmjow had always known that men were more his type, but he could never deny himself the pleasure of a woman's body if it was offered. The best of both worlds, he'd always felt.
He licked his lips. There was something about that boy though, muscled but lean, filling out the dark dress shirt and slacks he had on completely, contrasting nicely against the tiny flat chick beside him wearing a simple white dress. Grimmjow was nothing if not a visual creature. And then the boy's smile when he was talking to her... Grimmjow's heart skipped a beat. It was, he was afraid to say, cute.
Grimmjow tugged his hand through his hair again, this time in his frustration, catching a couple of the strands on his fingerless gloves. Cursing, he tried to pull them free.
"Here, hold still," a voice ordered, as effeminate hands came up to help.
After getting free, Grimmjow looked at the equally effeminate man standing ahead of him, his long blond hair flowing around his slim body. Granz Ilforte [2], noticing Grimmjow's attention on his hair, grimaced. Grimmjow had called it a hazard, but he refused to cut it. Grimmjow hazily remembered once saying he liked the length and silky feel of it, but he had brushed it off as mere coincidence.
"I know," the blonde muttered, before deftly pulling it into a hat. "I wouldn't leave it down for the competition. No worries, brother."
Sighing, Grimmjow shook his head. "That's not my problem," he replied, before turning his attention back again, his thoughts on orange-haired boys with expressive chocolate brown eyes. They moved toward the stage, he mused, tracking the duo's progress as they threaded through the crowded area.
"What is, then?" Ilforte's voice came, derailing Grimmjow's thoughts again.
Grimmjow's ears turned pink and light flush crept over his face. He opened his mouth to speak, before he was interrupted by the timely arrival of another member of his crew.
The large redhead inclined his head as he approached, his hand coming up to adjust his glasses. Despite his strong build, Leones Edorad was just their choreographer, once telling Grimmjow he would rather watch and plan than execute any moves of his own. "It's time," Edorad intoned, deep voice rumbling. "We need to get started."
"Yeah, okay Ed," Grimmjow said gruffly, and he pushed away through the crowd without looking back.
--
Leones Edorad's brown eyes focused on Ilforte, staring after Grimmjow with a confused face, before training his own eyes back toward their de facto leader. "What happened?"
Ilforte glanced up at Edorad, startled. "Grimm, he blushed. I asked him what his problem was, and he blushed."
Edorad thought for a moment, before slowly saying, "Maybe he saw something embarrassing." Not likely, as Grimmjow was hardly ever embarrassed. But then again, Grimmjow never blushed either. While carefully watching Ilforte, he continued. "Or maybe he found someone he really likes."
Because he was watching, Edorad saw the jolt that ran through Ilforte and the pain flash in his eyes. The entire Reapers crew basically worshiped Grimmjow for his talent and leadership, but Ilforte had taken it a step further and fallen in love. Grimmjow had never noticed, but through tacit agreement, the rest of the group refrained from speaking of Ilforte's affection in front of the blue-haired man.
"Yeah, right," Ilforte said, voice a little high with his attempt at light-heartedness. "Grimm, fall for someone? Not a chance, brother." He shook himself, checking that his hair was secure in his hat, and started moving. "We'd better go."
Edorad silently followed a falsely cheerful Ilforte, and wondered. Would this situation really turn out alright?
--
Abarai Renji mentally cheered. He had almost regretted not speaking more to the dandelion head when he had last run into him -- he had been late to practice -- and here he was with Rukia. And it seemed the orange-haired guy was still attracted to him, Renji smirked.
Renji had surreptitiously watched him waiting at the stop light, lost in his thoughts with fleeting emotions running half-formed through his face, the chocolate brown eyes staring off into space. Dressed in a sports jacket and jeans with a backpack slung over his shoulder, Renji had guessed he was a new student at the school. New, because, let's face it, if a hot guy like that had shown up before, Renji would've noticed. And watching his mobile face was completely fascinating.
But when the guy had almost walked into the path of an oncoming car, Renji's world had slowed. All he could remember thinking was that the boy couldn't die before Renji found out more about him.
"Oi!" he had shouted, panicked. "Watch out!"
His body had started moving even before the shout, pulling the boy back and falling with him down onto the sidewalk. Renji could feel every line of the hard, muscled body beneath him and took a breath to calm his libido. The world came back into focus and he blurt out the first thing on his mind.
"You were almost roadkill idiot!"
After a few moments of silence, Renji noticed that the boy had been staring at Renji with the exact same intensity.
He mentally groaned. If he didn't move soon, he would probably end up molesting the guy right there on the sidewalk. Not that he would've minded at the moment, but getting hot and heavy on a hard, concrete sidewalk with a slew of onlookers wasn't exactly Renji's thing. "You should watch where you're going," he said, before pushing himself off.
With that last parting shot, he walked away. Glancing at his watch, he nearly started running. Shuuhei was going to kill him.
Hisagi Shuuhei did not, in fact, kill Renji, but he did chew him out. Coming from Shuuhei, whom Renji regarded as an older brother, the lecture was twice as blistering, and he hadn't been able to look at anyone in the face for nearly an hour.
Finally his bald crewmate, Madarame Ikkaku, had clapped him on the back. "Stop moping around, bastard. We gotta practice now."
Renji had skipped school that day, but he had thought of orange-haired boys walking around school grounds so much that he had thought he was hallucinating when the object of his thoughts had shown up at the club.
He'd have to thank Rukia later, Renji thought gleefully. With him watching and cheering him on, there was no way Renji could lose.
--
Grimmjow couldn't concentrate on his routines, and he kept screwing up the moves. It might not have been noticeable to the audience, but the fluidity of their group was missing and Grimmjow could see the slight frown on Edorad's face as he watched the competition.
Shit, he thought as he watched Abarai execute flawlessly. His tattooed body was encased in a black singlet and loose fitting blue jeans. A silver necklace glinted in the spotlight as it swung free of his shirt. Black fingerless gloves providing the only barrier between his large hands and the floor. Abarai would be hot, Grimmjow groused, if he wasn't such a punk.
Grimmjow adjusted his own outfit: a close fitting short white jacket and black jeans that were slung low over his hips. He flexed his hands in his own fingerless white gloves, before running one down his stomach to touch his tattoo. The gothic six, splayed out prominently across his abodmen, was clearly visible underneath his jacket. It symbolized his crew, and their fight to stay together through bad neighborhoods and bad situations and still end up on top. The bad rumors about their crew were nonsense of course, since their crew was as hard-working as anyone. But the gesture itself helped him concentrate a little better. They had all come too far for an orange haired kid to mess him up now.
But a glance to the crowd was his undoing. The boy was there, standing next to that girl again. He was gazing up at Renji with such single-minded adoration that Grimmjow could almost feel it radiating.
And then it was over. The final results were announced, and it was exactly as Grimmjow had feared: he had lost to Abarai Renji again.
"Fuck," he muttered. Turning away, he shouldered his way through the crowd intent on leaving, before he ran into the very person who had invaded his thoughts.
The orange-haired boy grunted as he hit the floor. Grimmjow's hand went out to help him immediately, pulling him up by his forearm.
"Thanks," the boy said as he brushed himself off, his voice like warm chocolate melting in the sun [3]. Then he looked up and smiled. It's even more amazing up close, Grimmjow thought as his heart skipped another beat. And still cute.
"I'm Jaegerjacquez Grimmjow, from the Reapers. You can call me Grimm." His voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears. He held out his hand to shake.
Another smile, another skipped heartbeat. "Kurosaki Ichigo," he said as he clasped his warm hand around Grimmjow's.
For the first time since he started dancing, Grimmjow cursed his gloves. They kept him from feeling all of Ichigo's hand. It couldn't end like this, Grimmjow thought. With that resolution, he asked, "Would you come out with my crew and me? We're just getting some food, some drinks. You could bring your friend." Grimmjow had added the last as he saw the girl from earlier breaking through the crowd towards them out of the corner of his eye.
"Ichigo!" the girl shouted, sparing a quick curious glance at Grimmjow. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Renji says he wants to see you."
Grimmjow hated the way Ichigo's eyes widened when he heard Abarai's name, and how his body seemed to instinctively move away. Gripping Ichigo's hand harder, Grimmjow grit out, "I'm not letting you go until you say yes."
Ichigo looked surprised to see him and at his hand still caught in Grimmjow's, almost as if the thought of Abarai had obliterated any other existence. Grimmjow growled and tugged at Ichigo's hand again.
"What the hell are you doing, Grimm?"
[1] Eh sorry if it sounds a little odd this way, i wanted to make the names consistent (last name first).
[2] Remember Grimmjow's fraccion? Yeah if you've caught up in the series, it's been awhile.
[3] Lol when I think of descriptions of Ichigo, I always think of chocolate covered strawberries. :D
A/N: I have a slight soft spot for GrimmIchi. Can you tell? Haha, if Renji wasn't so perfect for Ichigo, I'd probably end up liking that pairing more.
OMAKE
Grimm: DAMN IT! Get the hell out of here Renji!
Renji: What’s the problem, don’t liking losing?
Grimm: Bastard! If you just stayed away long enough, I would have had him agree…
and he would be MINE.
Renji: Ya really think he’ll fall for you, when he could choose me?
Grimm and Renji glare at each other. Ichigo walks in and looks at Renji, then
at Grimm, then back to Renji. Confused, he walks away, not wanting to know.
begin at 01. back to 02. on to 04.
Title: Polyphonic: ch 03
Author: my_imaginating
Beta: 3_broken_hearts
Pairings: Renji x Ichigo (centric), Grimmjow x Ichigo (one-sided), Gin x Rangiku, and more
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly)
Warning: AU (no bearing upon the Bleach series whatsoever, I just borrowed the characters), shounen-ai, kissing (homo and hetero), mild violence, a little swearing
Word count: 1785
Summary: Enter Grimm & crew.
Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow [1] was pissed off. That red-headed punk Abarai and his crew, Soul Candy, were hogging all the attention, and Grimmjow was sick of it. He tugged a hand through his tousled blue hair in frustration.
First their hot manager, the strawberry blonde with the huge tits, was off limits according to his own silver haired manager Gin. And now, Abarai seemed to be talking to the cream of the crop; a hot piece of work, standing around with a smokin' body and an orange mop on his head, staring at Abarai like he was a god or something.
Grimmjow had always known that men were more his type, but he could never deny himself the pleasure of a woman's body if it was offered. The best of both worlds, he'd always felt.
He licked his lips. There was something about that boy though, muscled but lean, filling out the dark dress shirt and slacks he had on completely, contrasting nicely against the tiny flat chick beside him wearing a simple white dress. Grimmjow was nothing if not a visual creature. And then the boy's smile when he was talking to her... Grimmjow's heart skipped a beat. It was, he was afraid to say, cute.
Grimmjow tugged his hand through his hair again, this time in his frustration, catching a couple of the strands on his fingerless gloves. Cursing, he tried to pull them free.
"Here, hold still," a voice ordered, as effeminate hands came up to help.
After getting free, Grimmjow looked at the equally effeminate man standing ahead of him, his long blond hair flowing around his slim body. Granz Ilforte [2], noticing Grimmjow's attention on his hair, grimaced. Grimmjow had called it a hazard, but he refused to cut it. Grimmjow hazily remembered once saying he liked the length and silky feel of it, but he had brushed it off as mere coincidence.
"I know," the blonde muttered, before deftly pulling it into a hat. "I wouldn't leave it down for the competition. No worries, brother."
Sighing, Grimmjow shook his head. "That's not my problem," he replied, before turning his attention back again, his thoughts on orange-haired boys with expressive chocolate brown eyes. They moved toward the stage, he mused, tracking the duo's progress as they threaded through the crowded area.
"What is, then?" Ilforte's voice came, derailing Grimmjow's thoughts again.
Grimmjow's ears turned pink and light flush crept over his face. He opened his mouth to speak, before he was interrupted by the timely arrival of another member of his crew.
The large redhead inclined his head as he approached, his hand coming up to adjust his glasses. Despite his strong build, Leones Edorad was just their choreographer, once telling Grimmjow he would rather watch and plan than execute any moves of his own. "It's time," Edorad intoned, deep voice rumbling. "We need to get started."
"Yeah, okay Ed," Grimmjow said gruffly, and he pushed away through the crowd without looking back.
--
Leones Edorad's brown eyes focused on Ilforte, staring after Grimmjow with a confused face, before training his own eyes back toward their de facto leader. "What happened?"
Ilforte glanced up at Edorad, startled. "Grimm, he blushed. I asked him what his problem was, and he blushed."
Edorad thought for a moment, before slowly saying, "Maybe he saw something embarrassing." Not likely, as Grimmjow was hardly ever embarrassed. But then again, Grimmjow never blushed either. While carefully watching Ilforte, he continued. "Or maybe he found someone he really likes."
Because he was watching, Edorad saw the jolt that ran through Ilforte and the pain flash in his eyes. The entire Reapers crew basically worshiped Grimmjow for his talent and leadership, but Ilforte had taken it a step further and fallen in love. Grimmjow had never noticed, but through tacit agreement, the rest of the group refrained from speaking of Ilforte's affection in front of the blue-haired man.
"Yeah, right," Ilforte said, voice a little high with his attempt at light-heartedness. "Grimm, fall for someone? Not a chance, brother." He shook himself, checking that his hair was secure in his hat, and started moving. "We'd better go."
Edorad silently followed a falsely cheerful Ilforte, and wondered. Would this situation really turn out alright?
--
Abarai Renji mentally cheered. He had almost regretted not speaking more to the dandelion head when he had last run into him -- he had been late to practice -- and here he was with Rukia. And it seemed the orange-haired guy was still attracted to him, Renji smirked.
Renji had surreptitiously watched him waiting at the stop light, lost in his thoughts with fleeting emotions running half-formed through his face, the chocolate brown eyes staring off into space. Dressed in a sports jacket and jeans with a backpack slung over his shoulder, Renji had guessed he was a new student at the school. New, because, let's face it, if a hot guy like that had shown up before, Renji would've noticed. And watching his mobile face was completely fascinating.
But when the guy had almost walked into the path of an oncoming car, Renji's world had slowed. All he could remember thinking was that the boy couldn't die before Renji found out more about him.
"Oi!" he had shouted, panicked. "Watch out!"
His body had started moving even before the shout, pulling the boy back and falling with him down onto the sidewalk. Renji could feel every line of the hard, muscled body beneath him and took a breath to calm his libido. The world came back into focus and he blurt out the first thing on his mind.
"You were almost roadkill idiot!"
After a few moments of silence, Renji noticed that the boy had been staring at Renji with the exact same intensity.
He mentally groaned. If he didn't move soon, he would probably end up molesting the guy right there on the sidewalk. Not that he would've minded at the moment, but getting hot and heavy on a hard, concrete sidewalk with a slew of onlookers wasn't exactly Renji's thing. "You should watch where you're going," he said, before pushing himself off.
With that last parting shot, he walked away. Glancing at his watch, he nearly started running. Shuuhei was going to kill him.
Hisagi Shuuhei did not, in fact, kill Renji, but he did chew him out. Coming from Shuuhei, whom Renji regarded as an older brother, the lecture was twice as blistering, and he hadn't been able to look at anyone in the face for nearly an hour.
Finally his bald crewmate, Madarame Ikkaku, had clapped him on the back. "Stop moping around, bastard. We gotta practice now."
Renji had skipped school that day, but he had thought of orange-haired boys walking around school grounds so much that he had thought he was hallucinating when the object of his thoughts had shown up at the club.
He'd have to thank Rukia later, Renji thought gleefully. With him watching and cheering him on, there was no way Renji could lose.
--
Grimmjow couldn't concentrate on his routines, and he kept screwing up the moves. It might not have been noticeable to the audience, but the fluidity of their group was missing and Grimmjow could see the slight frown on Edorad's face as he watched the competition.
Shit, he thought as he watched Abarai execute flawlessly. His tattooed body was encased in a black singlet and loose fitting blue jeans. A silver necklace glinted in the spotlight as it swung free of his shirt. Black fingerless gloves providing the only barrier between his large hands and the floor. Abarai would be hot, Grimmjow groused, if he wasn't such a punk.
Grimmjow adjusted his own outfit: a close fitting short white jacket and black jeans that were slung low over his hips. He flexed his hands in his own fingerless white gloves, before running one down his stomach to touch his tattoo. The gothic six, splayed out prominently across his abodmen, was clearly visible underneath his jacket. It symbolized his crew, and their fight to stay together through bad neighborhoods and bad situations and still end up on top. The bad rumors about their crew were nonsense of course, since their crew was as hard-working as anyone. But the gesture itself helped him concentrate a little better. They had all come too far for an orange haired kid to mess him up now.
But a glance to the crowd was his undoing. The boy was there, standing next to that girl again. He was gazing up at Renji with such single-minded adoration that Grimmjow could almost feel it radiating.
And then it was over. The final results were announced, and it was exactly as Grimmjow had feared: he had lost to Abarai Renji again.
"Fuck," he muttered. Turning away, he shouldered his way through the crowd intent on leaving, before he ran into the very person who had invaded his thoughts.
The orange-haired boy grunted as he hit the floor. Grimmjow's hand went out to help him immediately, pulling him up by his forearm.
"Thanks," the boy said as he brushed himself off, his voice like warm chocolate melting in the sun [3]. Then he looked up and smiled. It's even more amazing up close, Grimmjow thought as his heart skipped another beat. And still cute.
"I'm Jaegerjacquez Grimmjow, from the Reapers. You can call me Grimm." His voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears. He held out his hand to shake.
Another smile, another skipped heartbeat. "Kurosaki Ichigo," he said as he clasped his warm hand around Grimmjow's.
For the first time since he started dancing, Grimmjow cursed his gloves. They kept him from feeling all of Ichigo's hand. It couldn't end like this, Grimmjow thought. With that resolution, he asked, "Would you come out with my crew and me? We're just getting some food, some drinks. You could bring your friend." Grimmjow had added the last as he saw the girl from earlier breaking through the crowd towards them out of the corner of his eye.
"Ichigo!" the girl shouted, sparing a quick curious glance at Grimmjow. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Renji says he wants to see you."
Grimmjow hated the way Ichigo's eyes widened when he heard Abarai's name, and how his body seemed to instinctively move away. Gripping Ichigo's hand harder, Grimmjow grit out, "I'm not letting you go until you say yes."
Ichigo looked surprised to see him and at his hand still caught in Grimmjow's, almost as if the thought of Abarai had obliterated any other existence. Grimmjow growled and tugged at Ichigo's hand again.
"What the hell are you doing, Grimm?"
[1] Eh sorry if it sounds a little odd this way, i wanted to make the names consistent (last name first).
[2] Remember Grimmjow's fraccion? Yeah if you've caught up in the series, it's been awhile.
[3] Lol when I think of descriptions of Ichigo, I always think of chocolate covered strawberries. :D
A/N: I have a slight soft spot for GrimmIchi. Can you tell? Haha, if Renji wasn't so perfect for Ichigo, I'd probably end up liking that pairing more.
OMAKE
Grimm: DAMN IT! Get the hell out of here Renji!
Renji: What’s the problem, don’t liking losing?
Grimm: Bastard! If you just stayed away long enough, I would have had him agree…
and he would be MINE.
Renji: Ya really think he’ll fall for you, when he could choose me?
Grimm and Renji glare at each other. Ichigo walks in and looks at Renji, then
at Grimm, then back to Renji. Confused, he walks away, not wanting to know.
begin at 01. back to 02. on to 04.