{fic} las noches high - chapter thirty-one
Title: Las Noches High - chapter thirty-one
Author/Artist: taintedkibou
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU; high school
Disclaimer: I own the mangas that I purchased, but Kubo owns the characters.
Summary/Notes: Forced to transfer from school to school because of something he has no control over, Kurosaki Ichigo resigns himself to expulsion, only to find out he has one last choice: attend Las Noches High.
[ previous chapters ]
Grimmjow didn't like it. Not the club, but the entire atmosphere. If Ichigo got too excited here, there was no telling what could happen. "Who are we here to see?" He spoke close to the other's ear to be heard above the cacophony of various sounds.
"Some old friends." Ichigo glanced down at his wrist, long fingers around it. He followed them back to the source and found a scowling Grimmjow.
"We're leaving," the blue-haired teen snapped. Rukongai was in Shinou territory and Grimmjow knew Ichigo hadn’t stuck around long enough to make many friends.
"No. I promised Renji-Shit…"
Grimmjow’s eyes blazed. “We’re definitely leaving.”
"No.” Ichigo wanted to say ‘please’, but he’d always gotten berated on begging before, so he swallowed the word. “I owe it to him.” A text message had come in from Renji while Grimmjow was out surveying the town on his own. It contained the time for when they should arrive at Rukongai. They had entered, ahead of all others, courtesy of Renji’s connections with the owners.
Rukia spotted them both the moment they walked in. Their attire was suited for the location, but their hair color caused them to stick out, even in the dim lighting. Grimmjow wore a black, button-less blazer, sleeves pushed up to below his elbow. It hung open, revealing a white, form-fitting shirt beneath. The shirt’s hem ghosted over blue jeans that were tucked into black boots. Ichigo was also wearing a blazer, but one that resembled those that were part of a school uniform, white-collared button shirt included. The black and white checkered tie-it matched the white trimmings of the jacket-gave it its stylish effect. Karin and Yuzu had had fun picking out their somewhat matching outfits.
Rukia had been enjoying the interaction between the new couple too much to intervene-the men in her life would always amuse her-but Renji put an end to her fun. He stood from the small table where he sat with his friend, walking over to where Ichigo and Grimmjow were engaged in a glaring match. "Ichigo," the redhead greeted with a grin.
Ichigo glanced in his direction, an uncertain smile tugging at his lips. "Renji. I thought I was invited back here when we turned of age?"
Renji laughed, idly rubbing the back of his neck. "I cheated, but I see you held up the other end of the deal." With a smirk, he nodded his head in Grimmjow's direction.
"Aa," Ichigo sighed with a roll of his eyes. "But I'm wishing I hadn't. He's being a little overprotective."
"For good reason." Renji's grin turned dark and he slid an arm around the shorter orange-haired figure, pulling him against his side. Ichigo's eyes widened. Before he could utter anything, he was yanked away from Renji's side and forced to stand behind Grimmjow.
Rukia decided to make an appearance at that moment. She couldn't afford to have her friend torn limb from limb; neither Renji nor Ichigo, who was currently being treated like a rag doll. The look in the stranger's eyes held nothing but bloodlust at the moment. "Kuchiki Rukia," she smiled politely. "Please excuse my friend. He's mentally... handicapped. Ichigo? Introductions."
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," Ichigo introduced, lifting a hand to clout Grimmjow in the back of his head. The Las Noches resident continued to glare.
"Your beau?"
The term suited him better than 'boyfriend'. Ichigo grinned. "Yeah."
"I'm sure he has a tattoo somewhere on his self," Rukia smiled. Bingo, she mused to herself at Ichigo's blush. "Both of you have similar tastes."
"He's not my type," Renji scoffed, glaring at the blue-haired figure still holding Ichigo out of sight.
Rukia deftly pried Ichigo from Grimmjow's bruising grip, pointing him in the direction of the stage where the band was setting up. "Guess which one is Renji's type."
Ichigo grinned. "The brunet tuning his guitar," he laughed. "The other two are already together."
"I trained you well." They shared a laugh, Rukia subtly guiding Ichigo back to the table.
This left Ichigo's current and ex-beau glaring daggers at each other once again. Renji stormed off first, heading backstage to find Hisagi. Grimmjow shuffled to the table where the pair of friends sat, pulling up the chair beside Ichigo. He nodded at the petite brunette and she smiled sweetly.
Drink orders were placed-Ichigo was to drink nothing with alcohol in it-and brought to the table. Rukia stirred her drink idly with the straw. “I apologize on behalf of Shinou. It was our Renji’s fault that caused dear Ichigo to fall behind in school. But… it seems it wasn’t a total loss.”
Grimmjow glanced at the teen beside him to find Ichigo smiling back.
“Tell me,” Rukia continued, drawing their attention back to herself. “Did he manage to graduate?”
“Ask me,” Ichigo muttered, his smile turning upside-down as he glared at the brunette. “I’m right here.”
“Asking you is no fun.” Rukia smiled at Grimmjow, awaiting an answer.
Grimmjow managed a half-smirk. “He graduated. Even though we’re also an escalator school system, they use the results to decide if students will need a private tutor or not.” Ichigo hadn’t even questioned that fact. He was so used to entrance exams that it hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary.
Grimmjow continued, “I’m not sure if I want to say this, ‘cause he might let it get to his head, but… he didn’t have to worry about getting kicked out of the martial arts club because of bad grades.”
"You joined a club?" Rukia's surprise showed in her eyes. "We tried to get him to do it, but he always picked the 'go home after school' club. Shinou didn't agree with his district. Then Renji went and put his foot in his mouth and we lost him altogether." She sighed, but smiled. Most everyone knew of the rumors that surrounded the "dark" campus, but Ichigo remained unfazed and unchanged; and doing better than before.
"I was forced to," Ichigo muttered, returning Grimmjow's earlier glance. "It's mandatory."
"It's usually mandatory at every school, Ichigo. You just couldn't afford to stay. Shinou went so far as to provide him with a paid chauffeur."
Grimmjow’s smirk widened at the defiant frown tugging at Ichigo's lips. "That's why you didn't put up a fuss."
Rukia looked between the two, eyebrows arched in a curious fashion.
"I have... one at Las Noches," Ichigo mumbled, answering her silent question. "Had," he corrected.
She smiled. "Pampered child you are." Rukia shifted her attention to Grimmjow, a once innocent smile turning devilish. "I hear you're leader of their martial arts dojo."
"Yeah," Grimmjow replied. "Why?"
"How are you with a sword?"
"Pretty good."
"Hmm," she hummed, lowering her eyes as she sipped from her drink. They curved upward into a smile. “Renji’s the manager of the kendo team at Shinou. Or, he was. Since moving on, the position was handed over to another. I’m sure you wounded his pride.”
“He’ll get over it,” Ichigo sighed.
Grimmjow emptied his glass, placing it onto the table. He would rather not talk about his rival in love, but since Renji was the subject, he chimed in. “So where’d that redhead run off to?” He smirked. “Couldn’t handle the competition?”
“Renji never was good at coping. He invited you both here this evening, but not for dancing-no, no.” Rukia shook her head with a smile. “You can come back for that another night. He wants to show off for his former flame.”
Ichigo blinked in surprise. “Show off… to me? For me?”
“You’ll see,” Rukia sang, turning in her chair so she faced the stage.
Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, but the orange-haired teen could only shrug his shoulders. Ichigo leaned across, whispering into his ear, “I just accepted the invitation. I don’t know what they’re planning… Honest. Whatever it is, though, you don’t have to worry about me running back to him.” Already in close proximity, Ichigo pressed his lips to Grimmjow’s cheek. “I have you now.”
“Don’t forget it.” Grimmjow didn’t let Ichigo escape.
Rukia smiled, averting her gaze from the kissing couple to the curtain-hidden stage ahead of her. ‘He’s really moved on, Renji. But you have, too.’ The fact that Ichigo was more open with his current relationship told her that much. Renji had admitted it to her right before they returned to school that Summer Break when Ichigo had visited them:
“I stifled him… didn’t I? I didn’t mean to…”
*
“This is for good luck.” Delicate fingers touched Madarame Ikkaku’s cheek, holding him steady while soft lips descended upon his. Ayasegawa Yumichika smiled after pulling back, tucking his short ebony locks behind his ear. “Since I’m not on the stage with you.”
Renji stared at the couple, lips pursed in thought. “Don’t those… get in the way?” He uncrossed his arms, lifting a hand to his right eye. His actions were to bring attention to Yumichika’s eye. At the corner of the brunet’s left eye was a pair of thin, small yellow feathers that extended outward. A red pair extended upwards from the inner edge of his eyebrow.
Ikkaku grinned. “I’ve gotten used to them. They’re like a reminder. If I end up shit-faced and someone tries to take advantage of me, I’ll know it’s not Yumi.”
“Worst, example, ever,” Yumichika stressed. He sighed deeply. Wearing a forced smile, he faced the redhead. “Don’t ruin our band to impress your ex.”
Renji had moved on also, but he felt there were still some loose ends that needed tying up. His match with Grimmjow had been one example.
Hisagi Shuuhei walked up behind the redhead, placing his chin onto Renji’s shoulder. A lazy smile played at his lips. "I should be feeling jealous and upset-we’re being used for your personal gain, but I'm just amused. Are you jealous of them, Abarai-kun?”
"Would you feel hurt if I said I was?"
"No," Shuuhei snickered. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? It’s funny, to see you like this.” He turned his head, nibbling Renji's pierced lobe. "I'll remind you why I became your rebound man."
Renji had a grin on his face despite the incredulous look he shot the man laying on his shoulder. "You're somethin’ else."
"I guess you like ‘somethin’ else’ guys. Let's show carrot-top what you've been doin' while he was gone."
Renji responded with a kiss, stolen from Shuuhei's smiling lips.
Yumichika rolled his eyes, turning away from the couple. He took Ikkaku’s ear between his fingers, guiding him up the wooden steps of the stage and across the platform to where the drums had been set up. “Try not to waste time making out. There’s a show to perform. It’s going to be a failure, because I’m not in it.”
“Don’t jinx us!” Ikkaku shouted.
“Shush, you.”
“Let’s go.” Hisagi unwound his arms from around Renji’s waist. He reached up and pulled the tie from the redhead’s hair, letting the long, crimson locks cascade down over broad shoulders. “You look better this way.” His brows knitted together as he frowned in thought. After careful consideration, Shuuhei tugged Renji out of his jacket, revealing the muscular, tattooed bronzed arms that the long sleeves had hidden. Renji had worn a sleeveless black top beneath the jacket, knowing how hot Rukongai could become once everyone got excited. Hisagi tossed the article of clothing over a stack of boxes, pleased with himself.
“Mentally undress him now. Undress him physically later.” Yumichika tapped his foot impatiently.
“How does that sound to you?” Hisagi asked their youngest substitute band member.
Renji’s blush matched his hair. “Fine,” he muttered beneath his breath.
“Don’t get scared when we leave here. You agreed willingly.” With a smirk, Hisagi took Renji’s arm, leading him up onto the stage. Yumichika took his leave as the other three did the final checks of their instruments.
A loud voice came over the speaker, announcing that “Oblivion” was ready to once again entertain the crowds. The lights throughout the club dimmed, though the ones surrounding the stage continued to shine brightly. The curtains were drawn back and Ichigo’s eyes widened after catching a glimpse of the redhead. A grin tugged at his lips and he found himself laughing. Renji’s eyes seemed to meet his over the crowd and the former couple made peace over their breakup in that moment. Ikkaku began the cue countdown and all three instruments broke the silence of anticipation that had fallen, drawing the crowd into a frenzy.
+ + +
Grimmjow was forced to spend most of the night with Tatsuki. Rukia would pop up occasionally, but only the martial arts brunette remained. Ichigo was busy becoming “Oblivion’s” fanboy.
“You look like you lost your favorite toy,” Tatsuki commented, crossing one leg over the other. She didn’t own too many skirts, save for the one from her former Karakura uniform. Tonight was no different. A pair of form-fitting jeans that stopped halfway down her calves, and a black, long-sleeved shirt that exposed her shoulders made up her outfit. The shirt had a golden dragon design on its right side. Tatsuki had only purchased it for the design, not Orihime’s pouting.
“My favorite toy…” Grimmjow smirked. “That just might be his new job now.” He felt something from the girl; something he could confide in. “I’m… worried.”
Tatsuki’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?” She glanced towards the stage. Ichigo’s orange crown was visible amongst all those that crowded around the band. He and Renji were engaged in conversation, excitedly talking. The young woman grinned. “Oh. He’ll come back, Grimmjow. It’s a given, if the sweet scents he put off in the dojo today are any sign. Renji’s also dating the guitarist, so… not too much can happen.”
Grimmjow hummed softly, still glaring in the direction of the stage. ‘You’ll come back…’ He’d done so much earlier, just for Ichigo’s sake. Hadn’t he been punished enough then?
+ + +
Grimmjow left while Ichigo was still in the shower. He got the information he needed from Karin and, before leaving, he told her to tell Ichigo he went sight-seeing, but only if her brother asked.
“Promise,” the brunette said with a grin. “But you know he’s going to ask.”
Grimmjow smirked. “I know. Hopefully, I’m already there.”
*
The walk to the Karakura General Hospital felt shorter than his trek to Urahara Shoten. Eyes narrowed, the teen stared up at the many-storied structure. He lowered his head, focusing on the doors up ahead, and started forward.
The nurse at the front desk sat up straight after spotting the blue-haired figure that strutted towards her area. With a bright smile, she leaned forward as he stared down at her. “How may I help you today? Are you injured, seeking medical attention? Do you wish to have a consultation with our many physicians?”
“I’m looking for a Kurosaki Isshin,” Grimmjow stated, eyes scanning the lobby. “His daughter said he was called here.” He faced the woman again after not noticing anything familiar.
“Kurosaki-san… is with the Director right now. Is it important business?”
Grimmjow smirked. “Yes.” The woman melted under the fiery gaze. She sat back, tearing a Post-It square from the pad beside her phone, and scribbled the floor where Ishida Ryuuken’s office was located. Grimmjow accepted it, letting his fingers brush hers. “Thanks.” He looked at the piece of paper as he walked away from the desk and towards the elevator. He doubted the nurse would announce his presence, not while she was still ogling him, but he would still head up and make an appearance.
Ryuuken’s office was located on the top floor of the protruding part of the hospital. It was only fair that the hospital Director wished to see that which he owned. Grimmjow knocked on the large door. “I’m here to see Isshin-san. The nurses downstairs told me that he was here. It’s… concerning-” He stepped back after the door was opened. Isshin filled its frame; his expression was one Grimmjow had never seen before. “He’s fine. The twins are fine.”
The doctor relaxed, his frown becoming a wide grin. “Don’t scare me like that, boy!” Isshin wrapped an arm around Grimmjow’s neck, dragging him into the large office. A silver-haired man sat behind a desk, a bookshelf full of books to his back. He spared them a cold glance before returning to the files that littered his desk. “Don’t mind Ryuuken.” Isshin waved a hand in the Director’s direction. “What did you need to speak to me about?”
Grimmjow lowered his eyes to the floor. Isshin wasn’t the only factor that stood in their way, but it was one factor that could be taken care of. “I need the Clinic tomorrow. The house…”
Isshin’s grin remained, but his right eyebrow arched sharply. “Eh?” Ryuuken adjusted his glasses in the background.
“Tomorrow is Thursday,” Grimmjow continued, lifting his head to show Isshin he was being serious. “You’re closed Thursday afternoons. I’m sure your clients know this.”
“Grimmjow… You sly dog!”
His blue eyes widened, and Grimmjow stumbled after the sharp slap he received to the back. He grimaced, reaching back to the stinging area.
“I can spend the day with Ryuuken!”
“No. You won’t,” Ryuuken interjected.
Isshin ignored him. “Do you need any tips? Pointers? Condoms? Had you planned to use condoms…? Disgusting as he may be, that child of mine won’t have any diseases. Do you?’
“…no, sir,” Grimmjow mumbled, unsure of what he should be feeling or thinking. Relief? Shock? Absolute fear?
“You’re scaring the boy,” Ryuuken sighed.
“Nonsense!” Isshin laughed. “I’m a doctor! I know these things. And Ryuuken’s such a willing-”
Grimmjow’s eyes grew wide and he stepped back, reaching out blindly for the handle of the office door. Isshin had fallen to the floor, curled into a tight ball as his hands cradled the back of his head. A hardcover book was the culprit of the man’s pain, thrown with deadly precision by the hospital’s Director. With a quick ‘goodbye’, Grimmjow ducked out into the hall. He didn’t allow himself to relax until he was safe inside the elevator.
The nurse shot him a sympathetic look as he trudged by and out of the hospital.
+ + +
“I’ll get Ichigo,” Tatsuki announced, slipping from her chair.
“It’s-”
“No.” Tatsuki shook her head. “There was this look on your face. I’ve only known you a day, but it’s a look I don’t think you’ve ever had before. It scared me.” She smiled and disappeared into the crowd.
Grimmjow sighed, sitting back with a lazy smirk. ‘I wasn’t thinking about Ichigo… but now I see where some of his unique personality comes from.’ He watched the brunette arrive at Ichigo’s side, demanding his attention. Conversation was exchanged between the old friends and, soon enough, a confident, brown-eyed gaze met his. Ichigo looked away long enough to tell Renji-“Later. Make it work with Shuuhei-san, okay?”-before he began the journey back to the table where Grimmjow sat.
“Why’d you come back?” Grimmjow muttered, appearing nonchalant as Ichigo stood beside his chair.
“A little birdie told me that you were lonely.”
“I had that birdie’s company, but then she left me. If I’m lonely, it’s because of her, not because you want to rekindle something with the boy that broke your heart.”
Ichigo smirked. “You were jealous.”
“How the hell am I not supposed to be?” Grimmjow hissed, his fingers tightening around his empty glass. A crack ran through the crystal; it didn’t shatter right away like those at Hogyoku. “You ran over there as soon as they finished.”
Ichigo’s hand covered his. “Renji approached me first. I approached you.”
“Not… really…”
“Let me have this moment. Please. Before I knew you were stalking me… I approached first.”
Grimmjow smirked, allowing his death grip on the glass to relax.
“I’ve never approached anyone before in my life. I am not going to do anything that will destroy this. Which is why… I thought about it. If you’re not ready-”
“Don’t back out now.” Grimmjow released the glass, shaking his hand free so he could pull Ichigo between his legs. It was the only way for them to get closer. A blush spread across the orange-haired teen’s cheeks. “I went to Hell and back for you. Tomorrow, you’ll get your wish.”
“To… morrow…”
“You better cancel any plans you have.”
Ichigo cleared his throat. ‘Tomorrow.’ A nervous laugh escaped him. “No plans, and I have no intention of backing out.” To prove himself, he used the bottom rung of the tall chair for leverage, climbing up to straddle Grimmjow’s lap. ‘I can’t… believe I’m doing this…’ He had to remind himself that this was beyond Karakura, and he wouldn’t be seeing these people every day.
Grimmjow wouldn’t tell him he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. It would ruin the moment. Before Ichigo obscured his line of vision, he managed to catch sight of a certain redhead. Oblivion’s up and coming bassist scowled, but he had no right to be angry or even upset. Grimmjow smirked and looked away, giving Ichigo his full attention once their lips touched. He tasted nothing but the sweet ‘virgin’ drinks Ichigo had been drinking all night. Or maybe the taste belonged to Ichigo himself.
The sweetness soon became a smell that filled his nostrils. Gimmjow found it difficult to break away. He didn’t want to disgrace Las Noches, but if need be, he would fight. “Maybe we…” Grimmjow groaned when Ichigo shifted in his lap, pulling himself closer. Arms locked around his neck. He turned his head away and Ichigo’s lips fell onto his cheek. “We should leave. Now.”
“I didn’t drink,” Ichigo breathed, letting his lips trail down to Grimmjow’s neck. He could feel the quick pulse. “I think we’re compatible. I’ve only ever acted like this with you.” He sucked on the mark he’d left the other night, darkening the bruise.
The first mark had already been visible, given the low neck of his shirt, but it hadn’t bothered him; it still didn’t. What bothered him was the teen inflicting said bruises. Grimmjow grunted softly, his fingers tightening where they lay on Ichigo’s upper arm. “Good to know. Get off so we can go. People are staring. Your ex looks like he wants to murder me. His guitarist boyfriend is about to crack up over the fact.” Tatsuki had remained at the band’s side, and was grinning at Grimmjow. He managed to lift his hand, using two fingers to salute his ‘goodbye’. She nodded, acknowledging the act.
“Are you ruining the mood on purpose?” Ichigo huffed.
“Yes.” There was that, and also the fact that Grimmjow was one kiss away from stripping Ichigo and taking him where they currently sat, already joined in the perfect position.
“We didn’t even get to dance…”
“Fuck no. We’re not dancing here…” Grimmjow didn’t know these people, therefore, he did not trust these people. Which ones were as crazy as Luppi or as crazy and wicked as Szayel Aporro? “Get off of me.”
With a scowl, Ichigo climbed down from his sturdy perch. Grimmjow followed, their fingers quickly becoming intertwined, and he tugged Ichigo through the crowd for the main entrance.
Rukia met him halfway there, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “Use the side exit. My chauffeur will take you back home. Ichigo.” She wrapped her arms around Ichigo’s neck, already on the tips of her toes as she hugged him. “It’s always good to see you. Don’t be a stranger.” Rukia glanced at Grimmjow over her outstretched arm. “That goes for you, too.”
Grimmjow nodded. That was all the response she would be getting. Rukia released Ichigo and waved until the couple could no longer be seen, swallowed by the sea of bodies. “I’m jealous,” she sighed deeply, heading back to her abandoned table.
+ + +
Ichigo was stretched out in the backseat of the sleek, black, two-door Audi RS5, his head in Grimmjow’s lap. Having come to Rukongai by herself, Rukia had picked the foreign car from the extensive Kuchiki garage. The ceiling of the vehicle was only several inches from the top of Grimmjow’s head, but there was enough room for them both. The driver stayed silent during the drive, giving the couple their privacy.
Grimmjow looked down at his occupied lap, his attention drawn to the soft sigh Ichigo had emitted. He lowered the arm that had been stretched across the back of the seat, leting his fingers ghost over the other’s cheek, and brushed back the orange hair; it was due for a trim. Grimmjow smirked lazily. “Oi… Ichigo.”
“…mmm?”
“It’s what you’ve always wanted me to call you.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Only an idiot tires himself out,” Grimmjow scoffed, lifting his head to stare out of the window. His fingers continued to play with the soft orange tresses.
* * * * *
“Why didn’t you want me to see…” Orihime’s question was cut short with a yawn. “…what you bought?” Lowering her hand from her eye, which she’d been rubbing, she smiled at the brunet caught in the act of setting up a miniature Christmas tree beside Sora’s memorial tablet. Ulquiorra’s stoical expression remained.
“This is something that should be done together,” Inoue pointed out.
“It was pre-lit and already decorated,” he replied, straightening from his crouched position.
“Then…” Inoue pursed her lips as she studied the small tree. Her eyes lit up and she reached out, removing the golden star at the top. It couldn’t go too far; it was connected to the string of lights. She took Ulquiorra’s hand, placing it on the other side of the star. Together, they placed the object back atop the tree. “See? Together. Did it make a difference?”
“It felt… nice? Because it’s you.”
Inoue chewed her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but the mirth still shone brightly in her eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to Ulquiorra’s, and pulled back just as quickly. “Did that feel-”
“No.” Ulquiorra cupped the side of her face, holding the blushing girl in place as he closed the gap between them. Inoue’s lips were parted, easily claimed, but his tongue never sought hers. They were soft, as he assumed all of her was, and he could still taste the mint of toothpaste. Orihime’s eyes remained closed after they separated. Her cheeks were flushed, lips still parted. Ulquiorra smiled, brushing his thumb over them. “That felt better.”
His actions brought Inoue out of her reverie. She blushed deeply, averting her eyes. “Do you… want to…?”
Ulquiorra knew what she was trying to ask, and shook his head. “Not tonight. I’ll sleep in my own futon. Thank you for offering.”
Inoue’s smile widened. “It’s more like an invite.”
“I’d rather take you up on it when those…” Ulquiorra's gaze traveled down to Orihime's chest. “Become mine.” After hearing Chizuru say it, the words had been tickling Ulquiorra’s tongue, begging to be used.
Eyes wide with innocence, Inoue lowered her gaze to her chest. “I thought they were mine,” she murmured.
Ulquiorra grabbed her hand as it rose, ready to cup a voluptuous breast. He used it to pull her close. “Good night,” the brunet whispered, their lips ghosting against each other.
“Good night.” Orihime stepped back-their fingers slid apart-and reluctantly headed back into her bedroom. She left the door open; always did. Ulquiorra set about rolling out his futon. One of these days, when the moment felt right, he would accept her invitation.
A/N: Pfft… I just realized it after reading through: Ichigo likes guys with power (duh). But… Grimmjow practically owns Las Noches (because I want it that way~). Both he and Renji have connections with the clubs in their territory. And they’re just… awesome, w00t. Ichigo likes awesome guys~
Also, I’ve been listening to the Bleach Beat Collections and so on… SO much, I want to turn it into like… Bleach Glee or Shinou High School Musical XDD; …that’s why everyone’s so musically-inclined. Also, the song they’re performing is MISS, song by Shuuhei. I wanna molest, molest… *grabby hands* *clears throat* It sounds nice xD
[ chapter thirty-two] [ chapter thirty-three]
Author/Artist: taintedkibou
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU; high school
Disclaimer: I own the mangas that I purchased, but Kubo owns the characters.
Summary/Notes: Forced to transfer from school to school because of something he has no control over, Kurosaki Ichigo resigns himself to expulsion, only to find out he has one last choice: attend Las Noches High.
[ previous chapters ]
Grimmjow didn't like it. Not the club, but the entire atmosphere. If Ichigo got too excited here, there was no telling what could happen. "Who are we here to see?" He spoke close to the other's ear to be heard above the cacophony of various sounds.
"Some old friends." Ichigo glanced down at his wrist, long fingers around it. He followed them back to the source and found a scowling Grimmjow.
"We're leaving," the blue-haired teen snapped. Rukongai was in Shinou territory and Grimmjow knew Ichigo hadn’t stuck around long enough to make many friends.
"No. I promised Renji-Shit…"
Grimmjow’s eyes blazed. “We’re definitely leaving.”
"No.” Ichigo wanted to say ‘please’, but he’d always gotten berated on begging before, so he swallowed the word. “I owe it to him.” A text message had come in from Renji while Grimmjow was out surveying the town on his own. It contained the time for when they should arrive at Rukongai. They had entered, ahead of all others, courtesy of Renji’s connections with the owners.
Rukia spotted them both the moment they walked in. Their attire was suited for the location, but their hair color caused them to stick out, even in the dim lighting. Grimmjow wore a black, button-less blazer, sleeves pushed up to below his elbow. It hung open, revealing a white, form-fitting shirt beneath. The shirt’s hem ghosted over blue jeans that were tucked into black boots. Ichigo was also wearing a blazer, but one that resembled those that were part of a school uniform, white-collared button shirt included. The black and white checkered tie-it matched the white trimmings of the jacket-gave it its stylish effect. Karin and Yuzu had had fun picking out their somewhat matching outfits.
Rukia had been enjoying the interaction between the new couple too much to intervene-the men in her life would always amuse her-but Renji put an end to her fun. He stood from the small table where he sat with his friend, walking over to where Ichigo and Grimmjow were engaged in a glaring match. "Ichigo," the redhead greeted with a grin.
Ichigo glanced in his direction, an uncertain smile tugging at his lips. "Renji. I thought I was invited back here when we turned of age?"
Renji laughed, idly rubbing the back of his neck. "I cheated, but I see you held up the other end of the deal." With a smirk, he nodded his head in Grimmjow's direction.
"Aa," Ichigo sighed with a roll of his eyes. "But I'm wishing I hadn't. He's being a little overprotective."
"For good reason." Renji's grin turned dark and he slid an arm around the shorter orange-haired figure, pulling him against his side. Ichigo's eyes widened. Before he could utter anything, he was yanked away from Renji's side and forced to stand behind Grimmjow.
Rukia decided to make an appearance at that moment. She couldn't afford to have her friend torn limb from limb; neither Renji nor Ichigo, who was currently being treated like a rag doll. The look in the stranger's eyes held nothing but bloodlust at the moment. "Kuchiki Rukia," she smiled politely. "Please excuse my friend. He's mentally... handicapped. Ichigo? Introductions."
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," Ichigo introduced, lifting a hand to clout Grimmjow in the back of his head. The Las Noches resident continued to glare.
"Your beau?"
The term suited him better than 'boyfriend'. Ichigo grinned. "Yeah."
"I'm sure he has a tattoo somewhere on his self," Rukia smiled. Bingo, she mused to herself at Ichigo's blush. "Both of you have similar tastes."
"He's not my type," Renji scoffed, glaring at the blue-haired figure still holding Ichigo out of sight.
Rukia deftly pried Ichigo from Grimmjow's bruising grip, pointing him in the direction of the stage where the band was setting up. "Guess which one is Renji's type."
Ichigo grinned. "The brunet tuning his guitar," he laughed. "The other two are already together."
"I trained you well." They shared a laugh, Rukia subtly guiding Ichigo back to the table.
This left Ichigo's current and ex-beau glaring daggers at each other once again. Renji stormed off first, heading backstage to find Hisagi. Grimmjow shuffled to the table where the pair of friends sat, pulling up the chair beside Ichigo. He nodded at the petite brunette and she smiled sweetly.
Drink orders were placed-Ichigo was to drink nothing with alcohol in it-and brought to the table. Rukia stirred her drink idly with the straw. “I apologize on behalf of Shinou. It was our Renji’s fault that caused dear Ichigo to fall behind in school. But… it seems it wasn’t a total loss.”
Grimmjow glanced at the teen beside him to find Ichigo smiling back.
“Tell me,” Rukia continued, drawing their attention back to herself. “Did he manage to graduate?”
“Ask me,” Ichigo muttered, his smile turning upside-down as he glared at the brunette. “I’m right here.”
“Asking you is no fun.” Rukia smiled at Grimmjow, awaiting an answer.
Grimmjow managed a half-smirk. “He graduated. Even though we’re also an escalator school system, they use the results to decide if students will need a private tutor or not.” Ichigo hadn’t even questioned that fact. He was so used to entrance exams that it hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary.
Grimmjow continued, “I’m not sure if I want to say this, ‘cause he might let it get to his head, but… he didn’t have to worry about getting kicked out of the martial arts club because of bad grades.”
"You joined a club?" Rukia's surprise showed in her eyes. "We tried to get him to do it, but he always picked the 'go home after school' club. Shinou didn't agree with his district. Then Renji went and put his foot in his mouth and we lost him altogether." She sighed, but smiled. Most everyone knew of the rumors that surrounded the "dark" campus, but Ichigo remained unfazed and unchanged; and doing better than before.
"I was forced to," Ichigo muttered, returning Grimmjow's earlier glance. "It's mandatory."
"It's usually mandatory at every school, Ichigo. You just couldn't afford to stay. Shinou went so far as to provide him with a paid chauffeur."
Grimmjow’s smirk widened at the defiant frown tugging at Ichigo's lips. "That's why you didn't put up a fuss."
Rukia looked between the two, eyebrows arched in a curious fashion.
"I have... one at Las Noches," Ichigo mumbled, answering her silent question. "Had," he corrected.
She smiled. "Pampered child you are." Rukia shifted her attention to Grimmjow, a once innocent smile turning devilish. "I hear you're leader of their martial arts dojo."
"Yeah," Grimmjow replied. "Why?"
"How are you with a sword?"
"Pretty good."
"Hmm," she hummed, lowering her eyes as she sipped from her drink. They curved upward into a smile. “Renji’s the manager of the kendo team at Shinou. Or, he was. Since moving on, the position was handed over to another. I’m sure you wounded his pride.”
“He’ll get over it,” Ichigo sighed.
Grimmjow emptied his glass, placing it onto the table. He would rather not talk about his rival in love, but since Renji was the subject, he chimed in. “So where’d that redhead run off to?” He smirked. “Couldn’t handle the competition?”
“Renji never was good at coping. He invited you both here this evening, but not for dancing-no, no.” Rukia shook her head with a smile. “You can come back for that another night. He wants to show off for his former flame.”
Ichigo blinked in surprise. “Show off… to me? For me?”
“You’ll see,” Rukia sang, turning in her chair so she faced the stage.
Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, but the orange-haired teen could only shrug his shoulders. Ichigo leaned across, whispering into his ear, “I just accepted the invitation. I don’t know what they’re planning… Honest. Whatever it is, though, you don’t have to worry about me running back to him.” Already in close proximity, Ichigo pressed his lips to Grimmjow’s cheek. “I have you now.”
“Don’t forget it.” Grimmjow didn’t let Ichigo escape.
Rukia smiled, averting her gaze from the kissing couple to the curtain-hidden stage ahead of her. ‘He’s really moved on, Renji. But you have, too.’ The fact that Ichigo was more open with his current relationship told her that much. Renji had admitted it to her right before they returned to school that Summer Break when Ichigo had visited them:
“I stifled him… didn’t I? I didn’t mean to…”
*
“This is for good luck.” Delicate fingers touched Madarame Ikkaku’s cheek, holding him steady while soft lips descended upon his. Ayasegawa Yumichika smiled after pulling back, tucking his short ebony locks behind his ear. “Since I’m not on the stage with you.”
Renji stared at the couple, lips pursed in thought. “Don’t those… get in the way?” He uncrossed his arms, lifting a hand to his right eye. His actions were to bring attention to Yumichika’s eye. At the corner of the brunet’s left eye was a pair of thin, small yellow feathers that extended outward. A red pair extended upwards from the inner edge of his eyebrow.
Ikkaku grinned. “I’ve gotten used to them. They’re like a reminder. If I end up shit-faced and someone tries to take advantage of me, I’ll know it’s not Yumi.”
“Worst, example, ever,” Yumichika stressed. He sighed deeply. Wearing a forced smile, he faced the redhead. “Don’t ruin our band to impress your ex.”
Renji had moved on also, but he felt there were still some loose ends that needed tying up. His match with Grimmjow had been one example.
Hisagi Shuuhei walked up behind the redhead, placing his chin onto Renji’s shoulder. A lazy smile played at his lips. "I should be feeling jealous and upset-we’re being used for your personal gain, but I'm just amused. Are you jealous of them, Abarai-kun?”
"Would you feel hurt if I said I was?"
"No," Shuuhei snickered. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? It’s funny, to see you like this.” He turned his head, nibbling Renji's pierced lobe. "I'll remind you why I became your rebound man."
Renji had a grin on his face despite the incredulous look he shot the man laying on his shoulder. "You're somethin’ else."
"I guess you like ‘somethin’ else’ guys. Let's show carrot-top what you've been doin' while he was gone."
Renji responded with a kiss, stolen from Shuuhei's smiling lips.
Yumichika rolled his eyes, turning away from the couple. He took Ikkaku’s ear between his fingers, guiding him up the wooden steps of the stage and across the platform to where the drums had been set up. “Try not to waste time making out. There’s a show to perform. It’s going to be a failure, because I’m not in it.”
“Don’t jinx us!” Ikkaku shouted.
“Shush, you.”
“Let’s go.” Hisagi unwound his arms from around Renji’s waist. He reached up and pulled the tie from the redhead’s hair, letting the long, crimson locks cascade down over broad shoulders. “You look better this way.” His brows knitted together as he frowned in thought. After careful consideration, Shuuhei tugged Renji out of his jacket, revealing the muscular, tattooed bronzed arms that the long sleeves had hidden. Renji had worn a sleeveless black top beneath the jacket, knowing how hot Rukongai could become once everyone got excited. Hisagi tossed the article of clothing over a stack of boxes, pleased with himself.
“Mentally undress him now. Undress him physically later.” Yumichika tapped his foot impatiently.
“How does that sound to you?” Hisagi asked their youngest substitute band member.
Renji’s blush matched his hair. “Fine,” he muttered beneath his breath.
“Don’t get scared when we leave here. You agreed willingly.” With a smirk, Hisagi took Renji’s arm, leading him up onto the stage. Yumichika took his leave as the other three did the final checks of their instruments.
A loud voice came over the speaker, announcing that “Oblivion” was ready to once again entertain the crowds. The lights throughout the club dimmed, though the ones surrounding the stage continued to shine brightly. The curtains were drawn back and Ichigo’s eyes widened after catching a glimpse of the redhead. A grin tugged at his lips and he found himself laughing. Renji’s eyes seemed to meet his over the crowd and the former couple made peace over their breakup in that moment. Ikkaku began the cue countdown and all three instruments broke the silence of anticipation that had fallen, drawing the crowd into a frenzy.
+ + +
Grimmjow was forced to spend most of the night with Tatsuki. Rukia would pop up occasionally, but only the martial arts brunette remained. Ichigo was busy becoming “Oblivion’s” fanboy.
“You look like you lost your favorite toy,” Tatsuki commented, crossing one leg over the other. She didn’t own too many skirts, save for the one from her former Karakura uniform. Tonight was no different. A pair of form-fitting jeans that stopped halfway down her calves, and a black, long-sleeved shirt that exposed her shoulders made up her outfit. The shirt had a golden dragon design on its right side. Tatsuki had only purchased it for the design, not Orihime’s pouting.
“My favorite toy…” Grimmjow smirked. “That just might be his new job now.” He felt something from the girl; something he could confide in. “I’m… worried.”
Tatsuki’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?” She glanced towards the stage. Ichigo’s orange crown was visible amongst all those that crowded around the band. He and Renji were engaged in conversation, excitedly talking. The young woman grinned. “Oh. He’ll come back, Grimmjow. It’s a given, if the sweet scents he put off in the dojo today are any sign. Renji’s also dating the guitarist, so… not too much can happen.”
Grimmjow hummed softly, still glaring in the direction of the stage. ‘You’ll come back…’ He’d done so much earlier, just for Ichigo’s sake. Hadn’t he been punished enough then?
+ + +
Grimmjow left while Ichigo was still in the shower. He got the information he needed from Karin and, before leaving, he told her to tell Ichigo he went sight-seeing, but only if her brother asked.
“Promise,” the brunette said with a grin. “But you know he’s going to ask.”
Grimmjow smirked. “I know. Hopefully, I’m already there.”
*
The walk to the Karakura General Hospital felt shorter than his trek to Urahara Shoten. Eyes narrowed, the teen stared up at the many-storied structure. He lowered his head, focusing on the doors up ahead, and started forward.
The nurse at the front desk sat up straight after spotting the blue-haired figure that strutted towards her area. With a bright smile, she leaned forward as he stared down at her. “How may I help you today? Are you injured, seeking medical attention? Do you wish to have a consultation with our many physicians?”
“I’m looking for a Kurosaki Isshin,” Grimmjow stated, eyes scanning the lobby. “His daughter said he was called here.” He faced the woman again after not noticing anything familiar.
“Kurosaki-san… is with the Director right now. Is it important business?”
Grimmjow smirked. “Yes.” The woman melted under the fiery gaze. She sat back, tearing a Post-It square from the pad beside her phone, and scribbled the floor where Ishida Ryuuken’s office was located. Grimmjow accepted it, letting his fingers brush hers. “Thanks.” He looked at the piece of paper as he walked away from the desk and towards the elevator. He doubted the nurse would announce his presence, not while she was still ogling him, but he would still head up and make an appearance.
Ryuuken’s office was located on the top floor of the protruding part of the hospital. It was only fair that the hospital Director wished to see that which he owned. Grimmjow knocked on the large door. “I’m here to see Isshin-san. The nurses downstairs told me that he was here. It’s… concerning-” He stepped back after the door was opened. Isshin filled its frame; his expression was one Grimmjow had never seen before. “He’s fine. The twins are fine.”
The doctor relaxed, his frown becoming a wide grin. “Don’t scare me like that, boy!” Isshin wrapped an arm around Grimmjow’s neck, dragging him into the large office. A silver-haired man sat behind a desk, a bookshelf full of books to his back. He spared them a cold glance before returning to the files that littered his desk. “Don’t mind Ryuuken.” Isshin waved a hand in the Director’s direction. “What did you need to speak to me about?”
Grimmjow lowered his eyes to the floor. Isshin wasn’t the only factor that stood in their way, but it was one factor that could be taken care of. “I need the Clinic tomorrow. The house…”
Isshin’s grin remained, but his right eyebrow arched sharply. “Eh?” Ryuuken adjusted his glasses in the background.
“Tomorrow is Thursday,” Grimmjow continued, lifting his head to show Isshin he was being serious. “You’re closed Thursday afternoons. I’m sure your clients know this.”
“Grimmjow… You sly dog!”
His blue eyes widened, and Grimmjow stumbled after the sharp slap he received to the back. He grimaced, reaching back to the stinging area.
“I can spend the day with Ryuuken!”
“No. You won’t,” Ryuuken interjected.
Isshin ignored him. “Do you need any tips? Pointers? Condoms? Had you planned to use condoms…? Disgusting as he may be, that child of mine won’t have any diseases. Do you?’
“…no, sir,” Grimmjow mumbled, unsure of what he should be feeling or thinking. Relief? Shock? Absolute fear?
“You’re scaring the boy,” Ryuuken sighed.
“Nonsense!” Isshin laughed. “I’m a doctor! I know these things. And Ryuuken’s such a willing-”
Grimmjow’s eyes grew wide and he stepped back, reaching out blindly for the handle of the office door. Isshin had fallen to the floor, curled into a tight ball as his hands cradled the back of his head. A hardcover book was the culprit of the man’s pain, thrown with deadly precision by the hospital’s Director. With a quick ‘goodbye’, Grimmjow ducked out into the hall. He didn’t allow himself to relax until he was safe inside the elevator.
The nurse shot him a sympathetic look as he trudged by and out of the hospital.
+ + +
“I’ll get Ichigo,” Tatsuki announced, slipping from her chair.
“It’s-”
“No.” Tatsuki shook her head. “There was this look on your face. I’ve only known you a day, but it’s a look I don’t think you’ve ever had before. It scared me.” She smiled and disappeared into the crowd.
Grimmjow sighed, sitting back with a lazy smirk. ‘I wasn’t thinking about Ichigo… but now I see where some of his unique personality comes from.’ He watched the brunette arrive at Ichigo’s side, demanding his attention. Conversation was exchanged between the old friends and, soon enough, a confident, brown-eyed gaze met his. Ichigo looked away long enough to tell Renji-“Later. Make it work with Shuuhei-san, okay?”-before he began the journey back to the table where Grimmjow sat.
“Why’d you come back?” Grimmjow muttered, appearing nonchalant as Ichigo stood beside his chair.
“A little birdie told me that you were lonely.”
“I had that birdie’s company, but then she left me. If I’m lonely, it’s because of her, not because you want to rekindle something with the boy that broke your heart.”
Ichigo smirked. “You were jealous.”
“How the hell am I not supposed to be?” Grimmjow hissed, his fingers tightening around his empty glass. A crack ran through the crystal; it didn’t shatter right away like those at Hogyoku. “You ran over there as soon as they finished.”
Ichigo’s hand covered his. “Renji approached me first. I approached you.”
“Not… really…”
“Let me have this moment. Please. Before I knew you were stalking me… I approached first.”
Grimmjow smirked, allowing his death grip on the glass to relax.
“I’ve never approached anyone before in my life. I am not going to do anything that will destroy this. Which is why… I thought about it. If you’re not ready-”
“Don’t back out now.” Grimmjow released the glass, shaking his hand free so he could pull Ichigo between his legs. It was the only way for them to get closer. A blush spread across the orange-haired teen’s cheeks. “I went to Hell and back for you. Tomorrow, you’ll get your wish.”
“To… morrow…”
“You better cancel any plans you have.”
Ichigo cleared his throat. ‘Tomorrow.’ A nervous laugh escaped him. “No plans, and I have no intention of backing out.” To prove himself, he used the bottom rung of the tall chair for leverage, climbing up to straddle Grimmjow’s lap. ‘I can’t… believe I’m doing this…’ He had to remind himself that this was beyond Karakura, and he wouldn’t be seeing these people every day.
Grimmjow wouldn’t tell him he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. It would ruin the moment. Before Ichigo obscured his line of vision, he managed to catch sight of a certain redhead. Oblivion’s up and coming bassist scowled, but he had no right to be angry or even upset. Grimmjow smirked and looked away, giving Ichigo his full attention once their lips touched. He tasted nothing but the sweet ‘virgin’ drinks Ichigo had been drinking all night. Or maybe the taste belonged to Ichigo himself.
The sweetness soon became a smell that filled his nostrils. Gimmjow found it difficult to break away. He didn’t want to disgrace Las Noches, but if need be, he would fight. “Maybe we…” Grimmjow groaned when Ichigo shifted in his lap, pulling himself closer. Arms locked around his neck. He turned his head away and Ichigo’s lips fell onto his cheek. “We should leave. Now.”
“I didn’t drink,” Ichigo breathed, letting his lips trail down to Grimmjow’s neck. He could feel the quick pulse. “I think we’re compatible. I’ve only ever acted like this with you.” He sucked on the mark he’d left the other night, darkening the bruise.
The first mark had already been visible, given the low neck of his shirt, but it hadn’t bothered him; it still didn’t. What bothered him was the teen inflicting said bruises. Grimmjow grunted softly, his fingers tightening where they lay on Ichigo’s upper arm. “Good to know. Get off so we can go. People are staring. Your ex looks like he wants to murder me. His guitarist boyfriend is about to crack up over the fact.” Tatsuki had remained at the band’s side, and was grinning at Grimmjow. He managed to lift his hand, using two fingers to salute his ‘goodbye’. She nodded, acknowledging the act.
“Are you ruining the mood on purpose?” Ichigo huffed.
“Yes.” There was that, and also the fact that Grimmjow was one kiss away from stripping Ichigo and taking him where they currently sat, already joined in the perfect position.
“We didn’t even get to dance…”
“Fuck no. We’re not dancing here…” Grimmjow didn’t know these people, therefore, he did not trust these people. Which ones were as crazy as Luppi or as crazy and wicked as Szayel Aporro? “Get off of me.”
With a scowl, Ichigo climbed down from his sturdy perch. Grimmjow followed, their fingers quickly becoming intertwined, and he tugged Ichigo through the crowd for the main entrance.
Rukia met him halfway there, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “Use the side exit. My chauffeur will take you back home. Ichigo.” She wrapped her arms around Ichigo’s neck, already on the tips of her toes as she hugged him. “It’s always good to see you. Don’t be a stranger.” Rukia glanced at Grimmjow over her outstretched arm. “That goes for you, too.”
Grimmjow nodded. That was all the response she would be getting. Rukia released Ichigo and waved until the couple could no longer be seen, swallowed by the sea of bodies. “I’m jealous,” she sighed deeply, heading back to her abandoned table.
+ + +
Ichigo was stretched out in the backseat of the sleek, black, two-door Audi RS5, his head in Grimmjow’s lap. Having come to Rukongai by herself, Rukia had picked the foreign car from the extensive Kuchiki garage. The ceiling of the vehicle was only several inches from the top of Grimmjow’s head, but there was enough room for them both. The driver stayed silent during the drive, giving the couple their privacy.
Grimmjow looked down at his occupied lap, his attention drawn to the soft sigh Ichigo had emitted. He lowered the arm that had been stretched across the back of the seat, leting his fingers ghost over the other’s cheek, and brushed back the orange hair; it was due for a trim. Grimmjow smirked lazily. “Oi… Ichigo.”
“…mmm?”
“It’s what you’ve always wanted me to call you.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Only an idiot tires himself out,” Grimmjow scoffed, lifting his head to stare out of the window. His fingers continued to play with the soft orange tresses.
* * * * *
“Why didn’t you want me to see…” Orihime’s question was cut short with a yawn. “…what you bought?” Lowering her hand from her eye, which she’d been rubbing, she smiled at the brunet caught in the act of setting up a miniature Christmas tree beside Sora’s memorial tablet. Ulquiorra’s stoical expression remained.
“This is something that should be done together,” Inoue pointed out.
“It was pre-lit and already decorated,” he replied, straightening from his crouched position.
“Then…” Inoue pursed her lips as she studied the small tree. Her eyes lit up and she reached out, removing the golden star at the top. It couldn’t go too far; it was connected to the string of lights. She took Ulquiorra’s hand, placing it on the other side of the star. Together, they placed the object back atop the tree. “See? Together. Did it make a difference?”
“It felt… nice? Because it’s you.”
Inoue chewed her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but the mirth still shone brightly in her eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to Ulquiorra’s, and pulled back just as quickly. “Did that feel-”
“No.” Ulquiorra cupped the side of her face, holding the blushing girl in place as he closed the gap between them. Inoue’s lips were parted, easily claimed, but his tongue never sought hers. They were soft, as he assumed all of her was, and he could still taste the mint of toothpaste. Orihime’s eyes remained closed after they separated. Her cheeks were flushed, lips still parted. Ulquiorra smiled, brushing his thumb over them. “That felt better.”
His actions brought Inoue out of her reverie. She blushed deeply, averting her eyes. “Do you… want to…?”
Ulquiorra knew what she was trying to ask, and shook his head. “Not tonight. I’ll sleep in my own futon. Thank you for offering.”
Inoue’s smile widened. “It’s more like an invite.”
“I’d rather take you up on it when those…” Ulquiorra's gaze traveled down to Orihime's chest. “Become mine.” After hearing Chizuru say it, the words had been tickling Ulquiorra’s tongue, begging to be used.
Eyes wide with innocence, Inoue lowered her gaze to her chest. “I thought they were mine,” she murmured.
Ulquiorra grabbed her hand as it rose, ready to cup a voluptuous breast. He used it to pull her close. “Good night,” the brunet whispered, their lips ghosting against each other.
“Good night.” Orihime stepped back-their fingers slid apart-and reluctantly headed back into her bedroom. She left the door open; always did. Ulquiorra set about rolling out his futon. One of these days, when the moment felt right, he would accept her invitation.
A/N: Pfft… I just realized it after reading through: Ichigo likes guys with power (duh). But… Grimmjow practically owns Las Noches (because I want it that way~). Both he and Renji have connections with the clubs in their territory. And they’re just… awesome, w00t. Ichigo likes awesome guys~
Also, I’ve been listening to the Bleach Beat Collections and so on… SO much, I want to turn it into like… Bleach Glee or Shinou High School Musical XDD; …that’s why everyone’s so musically-inclined. Also, the song they’re performing is MISS, song by Shuuhei. I wanna molest, molest… *grabby hands* *clears throat* It sounds nice xD
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