❝Tuesdays and Thursdays: Chapter 3❞
Three weeks ago: a week after Grimmjow and Ichigo met at Renji’s
It was Sunday again and Grimmjow was with Renji-just like on every other Sunday. They had met at the gym and worked out like crazy, and then decided to chill at the park and maybe do some more manly stuff; like play soccer or something.
Then why the hell are we sitting in the middle of a fucking flower patch? Grimmjow was beyond irritated. Renji had promised him sports and competition, and gotten him excited. But when they finally arrived at the park, the first thing the redhead did was finding a patch of grass and taking a fucking nap-completely ignoring Grimmjow and his need for action.
Grimmjow glared at Renji’s red forehead. Grimmjow had tried to wake Renji up by shaking, hitting, and even kicking him (legs, torso, and arms). Nothing had worked, so he decided to pass time by flicking Renji on the forehead while snickering furiously.
But even that gets a little old after twenty or so flicks.
He grunted and stood up, took a few seconds to think of what to do before he settled on walking around. It wasn’t a very interesting activity, but listening to Renji snore could drive you mad; it was like listening to someone die because they couldn’t breathe normally.
He walked around for about twenty minutes before he saw some people playing soccer on the field. Score! He jogged towards them, grinning with the joy and relief of a monkey who had found a banana after months of starvation.
One of the players got off the field to get a drink; she looked the same age as him. She had long black hair that was tied into a high ponytail, her face was flushed from all the running around. When Grimmjow reached her she had already finished the first bottle of water and was opening a second one. She’s gonna pee like a horse later on, ew what he thought absentmindedly then shook his head to clear the strange thought before asking her if he could join.
The girl gave him a sideways glance before ignoring him and continuing to drink her water. After about ten seconds, which felt like ten minutes to Grimmjow, she put down her bottle of water and looked at Grimmjow from head to toe and then back again. “And who are you?” she asked in a cold tone that made Grimmjow frown. Did he just stumble upon a bitch?
“Grimmjow Jaegerjaques,” he replied casually in hopes that the woman would loosen up if he did too. What a fucking chore!
“Un-huh,” she said, “you good enough to play with us?”
Oh, so she thinks I’m no good, eh? Well let’s just show her… Grimmjow was up for a challenge any day, especially today. “Well, we won’t know unless I try playing, right?” he flashed her his trademark grin.
“I like that attitude, Jaggedjock. Fine, let’s give it a try,” the woman gave him a lopsided cocky grin. “I’m Kurosaki Karin, by the way,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him as she headed back to the field.
“It’s Jaegerjaques,” Grimmjow muttered, then raised his eyebrows. Kurosaki? Like, as in Kurosaki Ichigo? He wondered if the two were related. There was something about Kurosaki Karin that resembled Kurosaki Ichigo… but then again, he knew about two other Kurosakis’. One was the head of his university and the other was the nice young doctor lady that used to be in charge of Grimmjow’s health at the Kurosaki Clinic; so he shrugged it off and followed the Karin girl onto the field.
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After about thirty minutes of soccer with Karin and her gang, Grimmjow was spent. It was that good tired feeling that you get after doing something productive and your limbs feel like they’ve been used thoroughly. He didn’t know if it was weird saying this but, he felt extremely healthy after he played any kind of sport. Working out? Well, that was that, it didn’t feel too good most of the time since you’re alone. But team work and competition? Now that’s the real deal!
The sun is so bright today, so bright and hot that I feel like I’m being fried. Would I taste good? Yeah, of course… Just then, a shadow fell over Grimmjow’s body. He peeked out of one eye and grinned. “Nice moves, Karin.”
“Not so bad yourself, Jaegerjaques,” she sat beside him. It had taken a while for her to learn his name, but she got it near the end of the game.
Grimmjow thanked her and they fell into a comfortable silence. Grimmjow thought he got along with the girl just fine. They had a few personality traits in common, and that helped. He spotted an orange daisy a few meters away. Kusosaki…
“Hey, do you have a brother named Ichigo?” he asked her. Might as well use the chance to quench his curiosity.
“Yeah,” she said after a moment of hesitation.
Why hesitate? Grimmjow didn’t know, but he was glad she said yes. Why was he glad? He didn’t know that either. He only hummed in response.
“How do you know Ichi-nii?” Karin asked. Grimmjow thought that they must be close if she calls him ‘Ichi-nii’.
“Through a friend,” he said, grabbing a handful of grass and pulling it out of the dirt by the roots, his eyes still on the daisy.
“You guys know each other well?” she asked.
“Met him last Sunday,” he answered. “He’s a big shot, huh?”
“Isn’t it nice? After trying so hard, he’s finally got what he wanted. To be successful in life,” her voice was filled with obvious affection.
“Pretty cocky,” Grimmjow scoffed. “You’re brother’s pretty cocky.”
“You mean confident,” It wasn’t a question. “Not cocky.”
“Confident, yes - but cocky, too.”
Karin was quiet for a while, and then sighed. “Just a little bit,” she admitted, getting up and dusting her shorts. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Grimmjow. Maybe you’ll join us next week?”
“Maybe,” Grimmjow got up, shook hands with Karin and headed back to where Renji was, probably still sleeping.
Renji was indeed still sleeping when Grimmjow got back, so he just lay down beside Renji. He turned to his side to see another orange daisy, which he stared at until he dozed off. At the exact same moment Renji woke up and began irritating Grimmjow by being his loud and obnoxious self. Grimmjow punched Renji to let off some steam.
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“Yo, Grimmjow,” Renji said.
“Yeah?” Grimmjow replied.
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s do something.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t know; something.”
“You think about it then,” Grimmjow snapped, knowing Renji just wanted him to think up something to do. “Use all the imagination you have there for writing those columns or something.”
“Fine…” Renji trailed off, this time looking like he was seriously thinking. Then, “Let’s go see Ichigo.”
“What?” Grimmjow was a little surprised. Why Kurosaki? “Why him?”
“He’s nice to be around, don’t you think? Something about him just feels good.”
“Fine,” Grimmjow replied, getting up. “You know where he lives?”
“Ch’yuh,”
And with that, Grimmjow and Renji hailed a cab and shot off to the rich part of Karakura.
Grimmjow thought about the Karakura he knew when he was a little kid. Just about twenty years ago, Karakura was a small town, not a huge city. It grew so fast, so the boom was very noticeable. The city had grown almost out of control and lots of people moved to Karakura from the nearby small towns. Grimmjow didn’t exactly love this big city, but Karakura was Karakura, something was always special about it.
They soon arrived in front of a tall glassy building. Grimmjow looked up, and thought that he didn’t like tall buildings very much, which was the reason he lived in a four story brick building.
While Grimmjow was thinking such things, Renji seemed to have changed from his normal self to his columnist self. Somehow, as soon as they entered the lobby, the redhead had become more serious and there was this… pull, from him. Grimmjow was pretty amazed with him, but it was also sort of funny to see Renji like that - so bizarre.
They rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. During the whole ride, Renji checked himself out in the mirrors inside the elevator. They got off on the eight floor and knocked on the door that Renji, with his serious voice, confirmed was the door to Ichigo’s apartment. Did Kurosaki tell him? No. Then how did he know? He just knew. Grimmjow shrugged and rang the doorbell.
And whaddya know, just after a moment, Kurosaki actually did open the door. He was wearing loose gym pants and a plain white tee, confirming Renji of his feeling. Kurosaki invited them inside with a “You guys should have told me you were coming, I would have prepared food. And cleaned up. It’s a little messy.”
“You don’t have a maid?” Renji asked, surprised. “But your house is so clean!” Which was true, it was clean and everything was in place. Grimmjow liked that.
The condo was the type of place that would be in a magazine. Not so homey, but it wasn’t messy. As long as it wasn’t messy, Grimmjow was okay with anything.
He went straight to the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa. Heroes was on TV. He stared at the TV without really watching it. He was tired from the whole day’s activity. Too much moving around in one day. He glanced at the clock, it said 4 p.m. Well, that’s earlier than I expected, he scoffed to himself.
“So you do cleaning? Everything?” Renji was still asking questions about the non-existent maid of Ichigo’s.
Ichigo was scowling, hard. “Yes, Renji. I do everything. Would you stop asking about it now? Do you have a maid fetish or something…?”
Their conversation slowly faded and became background noise to Grimmjow. He was reminiscing about that maid who had worked at his house when he was a thirteen year old snotty kid. She was twenty and gorgeous; but he remembered her soft hands the most. The way they would caress his cheeks when he injured himself and cried… In the end, he had fallen in love with her, but she never figured out that the way he smiled at her had a special meaning and he never got the guts to tell her. Like I said, I was a snotty little kid.
Suddenly, Renji was in his face. “We’re gonna make food together,” he said, seemingly excited. “So haul your lazy ass to the kitchen, dumbo.”
Grimmjow grabbed Renji’s face and pushed him away, grumbling a “shut the fuck up.” But he got up and went to the kitchen anyway.
Kurosaki was getting stuff out of the fridge and putting everything on the island counter.
“What are we making?” Grimmjow asked.
“Ichigo wants spaghetti-“ Renji, who came into the kitchen after Grimmjow, was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He picked it up as his columnist self. Grimmjow watched this new Renji curiously. Interesting...
Renji wandered off to the living room but Grimmjow could still hear what he was saying. “Hello, Kuchiki-san. What-Ah, no I’m not home at the moment so- is it urgent? Because... I-I see. Alright I’ll be there in fi-click.” From the looks of it, Kuchiki-san liked to interrupt Renji a lot. Renji walked back into the kitchen and sighed. “I have to go; the editor says something urgent came up.”
Grimmjow grunted and muttered a low “motherfucker” while Kurosaki frowned. Renji just said sorry and excused himself. No one saw him to the door.
Grimmjow sighed. Second time that idiot has done this. I have to deal with Kurosaki alone. “Well, let’s get that spaghetti done anyway. I’m hungry,” he said.
“Oh,” Kurosaki said before sending Grimmjow a small smile. “Now that Renji’s gone, maybe I should just make it. You’re the guest after all.”
Grimmjow just shrugged and sat down on one of the kitchen stools, watching Kurosaki’s fingers work on the food absentmindedly. He couldn’t care less who made the food, he just wanted food.
Kurosaki was skilled. His movements swift and elegant, which Grimmjow thought was a weird look on a guy who was a businessman. And with such speed, the food was done in no time.
They spent the entire time in silence, not that Grimmjow or Kurosaki cared about that. Grimmjow wasn’t really the talkative type that would run his mouth off, and Kurosaki seemed to be quite content without much words.
Then Kurosaki carried their plates to the round low-table that was places in a separate room down the hall. They sat at opposite ends and dug in without words. Chopsticks’ working at noodles, not very easy, but it was a mixture of western and eastern.
When they finished, Grimmjow complimented Kurosaki’s cooking skills. It was something he had to do. After all, if you don’t praise what’s good or right, then the other person won’t know if it’s good or right. Kurosaki thanked him and explained that; “When you’re living alone, your cooking skills improve a lot.”
Grimmjow barked out a laugh. “I live alone but my cooking skills aren’t as good as yours. “
Kurosaki shrugged, “Cooking’s also a hobby for me,” he said coolly.
“Mmm,” Grimmjow replied, not really taking in the information. He was busy thinking that Kurosaki was more reserved than he first thought.
Kurosaki got up and left the room with all the dirty dishes and napkins, saying he’ll put them in the sink.
When he was gone, Grimmjow suddenly realized it was his favourite time of the day. The afternoon sun’s golden glow was shining in through the translucent blinds. The room was quiet and the overall feel of the atmosphere was calm. Grimmjow felt extremely relaxed and full, making him drowsy. He lowered his head onto the table, using his arm as a pillow and closed his eyes. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale… And then a quiet rustle indicated that Kurosaki was back.
Grimmjow looked up at Kurosaki, who was looking out the window, through his lashes. He liked how the other man’s orange lashes were glowing in the sun, he liked that Kurosaki’s brown eyes looked golden against the sunlight. He slowly sighed.
“It’s a nice afternoon,” Kurosaki suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence. Grimmjow was a little annoyed at that, but decided to not be cross about it, as he usually would have.
“Yeah…” He trailed off.
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There was an orange daisy in the middle of white nothingness. Orange daisy... Orange daisy… Orange… Lion… Daisy…
“Grimmjow! Grimmjow!” Someone was shaking Grimmjow’s shoulder, his arm felt numb, and he felt annoyed at his arm and whoever was interrupting his nice sleep. The person’s voice was a rough but quiet. There was suddenly a noise like a cat purring, and there was something fluffy rubbing against his cheek. Grimmjow ignored it all.
Then something wet brushed his face and he jerked up, his eyes meeting a pair of golden ones. He blinked and stared at the golden orbs, pink nose, and pink tongue. He blinked again and the cat meowed.
Grimmjow was utterly confused. What the fuck? I don’t own a cat… Then he remembered that he was at Kurosaki’s at the same time said man’s laugh rung throughout the room. Grimmjow sat up straight and stared at Kurosaki, who was holding his stomach in laughter.
He looked like a kid to Grimmjow, laughing like that. He thought it was a little ridiculous and that it wasn’t funny at all, but he felt something go free at the image of such a carefree act. He flushed, somehow feeling very happy for no reason he himself could see or understand.
Kurosaki finally calmed down and then teased Grimmjow about what he began to dub ‘the Shiro incident’. When Grimmjow asked him what the hell he was talking about, the orange haired man explained that the white cat with golden orbs was Shiro. Grimmjow stared at the cat, taking a sudden liking to it. He didn’t know why. But he reached out and petted the cat anyway.
After more chuckling and teasing from Kurosaki, and more petting from Grimmjow, they decided it was late and that Grimmjow should go home to finish his college work, and that Kurosaki should get ready for tomorrow because he had to go eat breakfast with his family early in the morning.
Kurosaki saw Grimmjow to the door with Shiro, and Grimmjow said, “I like Shiro a lot,” to Kurosaki with a large grin. He didn’t know why he said that, and thought he must look a bit weird for declaring that out loud.
Kurosaki only nodded in response. He was back to his detached self, Grimmjow thought.
“See ya later, Kurosaki.”
“Yeah, later, Grimmjow.”
The door closed with a soft thud and Grimmjow started for the direction of the elevator. And while he was around fifth floor, the orange daisy in his mind suddenly turned into a lion, and then to Kurosaki Ichigo. Grimmjow only wondered why, but shrugged it away. He didn’t like to think too deep about that weird human behavior shit.
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A/N: there's another weird ending.
chapter 1 | chapter 2 || chapter 4
It was Sunday again and Grimmjow was with Renji-just like on every other Sunday. They had met at the gym and worked out like crazy, and then decided to chill at the park and maybe do some more manly stuff; like play soccer or something.
Then why the hell are we sitting in the middle of a fucking flower patch? Grimmjow was beyond irritated. Renji had promised him sports and competition, and gotten him excited. But when they finally arrived at the park, the first thing the redhead did was finding a patch of grass and taking a fucking nap-completely ignoring Grimmjow and his need for action.
Grimmjow glared at Renji’s red forehead. Grimmjow had tried to wake Renji up by shaking, hitting, and even kicking him (legs, torso, and arms). Nothing had worked, so he decided to pass time by flicking Renji on the forehead while snickering furiously.
But even that gets a little old after twenty or so flicks.
He grunted and stood up, took a few seconds to think of what to do before he settled on walking around. It wasn’t a very interesting activity, but listening to Renji snore could drive you mad; it was like listening to someone die because they couldn’t breathe normally.
He walked around for about twenty minutes before he saw some people playing soccer on the field. Score! He jogged towards them, grinning with the joy and relief of a monkey who had found a banana after months of starvation.
One of the players got off the field to get a drink; she looked the same age as him. She had long black hair that was tied into a high ponytail, her face was flushed from all the running around. When Grimmjow reached her she had already finished the first bottle of water and was opening a second one. She’s gonna pee like a horse later on, ew what he thought absentmindedly then shook his head to clear the strange thought before asking her if he could join.
The girl gave him a sideways glance before ignoring him and continuing to drink her water. After about ten seconds, which felt like ten minutes to Grimmjow, she put down her bottle of water and looked at Grimmjow from head to toe and then back again. “And who are you?” she asked in a cold tone that made Grimmjow frown. Did he just stumble upon a bitch?
“Grimmjow Jaegerjaques,” he replied casually in hopes that the woman would loosen up if he did too. What a fucking chore!
“Un-huh,” she said, “you good enough to play with us?”
Oh, so she thinks I’m no good, eh? Well let’s just show her… Grimmjow was up for a challenge any day, especially today. “Well, we won’t know unless I try playing, right?” he flashed her his trademark grin.
“I like that attitude, Jaggedjock. Fine, let’s give it a try,” the woman gave him a lopsided cocky grin. “I’m Kurosaki Karin, by the way,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him as she headed back to the field.
“It’s Jaegerjaques,” Grimmjow muttered, then raised his eyebrows. Kurosaki? Like, as in Kurosaki Ichigo? He wondered if the two were related. There was something about Kurosaki Karin that resembled Kurosaki Ichigo… but then again, he knew about two other Kurosakis’. One was the head of his university and the other was the nice young doctor lady that used to be in charge of Grimmjow’s health at the Kurosaki Clinic; so he shrugged it off and followed the Karin girl onto the field.
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After about thirty minutes of soccer with Karin and her gang, Grimmjow was spent. It was that good tired feeling that you get after doing something productive and your limbs feel like they’ve been used thoroughly. He didn’t know if it was weird saying this but, he felt extremely healthy after he played any kind of sport. Working out? Well, that was that, it didn’t feel too good most of the time since you’re alone. But team work and competition? Now that’s the real deal!
The sun is so bright today, so bright and hot that I feel like I’m being fried. Would I taste good? Yeah, of course… Just then, a shadow fell over Grimmjow’s body. He peeked out of one eye and grinned. “Nice moves, Karin.”
“Not so bad yourself, Jaegerjaques,” she sat beside him. It had taken a while for her to learn his name, but she got it near the end of the game.
Grimmjow thanked her and they fell into a comfortable silence. Grimmjow thought he got along with the girl just fine. They had a few personality traits in common, and that helped. He spotted an orange daisy a few meters away. Kusosaki…
“Hey, do you have a brother named Ichigo?” he asked her. Might as well use the chance to quench his curiosity.
“Yeah,” she said after a moment of hesitation.
Why hesitate? Grimmjow didn’t know, but he was glad she said yes. Why was he glad? He didn’t know that either. He only hummed in response.
“How do you know Ichi-nii?” Karin asked. Grimmjow thought that they must be close if she calls him ‘Ichi-nii’.
“Through a friend,” he said, grabbing a handful of grass and pulling it out of the dirt by the roots, his eyes still on the daisy.
“You guys know each other well?” she asked.
“Met him last Sunday,” he answered. “He’s a big shot, huh?”
“Isn’t it nice? After trying so hard, he’s finally got what he wanted. To be successful in life,” her voice was filled with obvious affection.
“Pretty cocky,” Grimmjow scoffed. “You’re brother’s pretty cocky.”
“You mean confident,” It wasn’t a question. “Not cocky.”
“Confident, yes - but cocky, too.”
Karin was quiet for a while, and then sighed. “Just a little bit,” she admitted, getting up and dusting her shorts. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Grimmjow. Maybe you’ll join us next week?”
“Maybe,” Grimmjow got up, shook hands with Karin and headed back to where Renji was, probably still sleeping.
Renji was indeed still sleeping when Grimmjow got back, so he just lay down beside Renji. He turned to his side to see another orange daisy, which he stared at until he dozed off. At the exact same moment Renji woke up and began irritating Grimmjow by being his loud and obnoxious self. Grimmjow punched Renji to let off some steam.
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“Yo, Grimmjow,” Renji said.
“Yeah?” Grimmjow replied.
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s do something.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t know; something.”
“You think about it then,” Grimmjow snapped, knowing Renji just wanted him to think up something to do. “Use all the imagination you have there for writing those columns or something.”
“Fine…” Renji trailed off, this time looking like he was seriously thinking. Then, “Let’s go see Ichigo.”
“What?” Grimmjow was a little surprised. Why Kurosaki? “Why him?”
“He’s nice to be around, don’t you think? Something about him just feels good.”
“Fine,” Grimmjow replied, getting up. “You know where he lives?”
“Ch’yuh,”
And with that, Grimmjow and Renji hailed a cab and shot off to the rich part of Karakura.
Grimmjow thought about the Karakura he knew when he was a little kid. Just about twenty years ago, Karakura was a small town, not a huge city. It grew so fast, so the boom was very noticeable. The city had grown almost out of control and lots of people moved to Karakura from the nearby small towns. Grimmjow didn’t exactly love this big city, but Karakura was Karakura, something was always special about it.
They soon arrived in front of a tall glassy building. Grimmjow looked up, and thought that he didn’t like tall buildings very much, which was the reason he lived in a four story brick building.
While Grimmjow was thinking such things, Renji seemed to have changed from his normal self to his columnist self. Somehow, as soon as they entered the lobby, the redhead had become more serious and there was this… pull, from him. Grimmjow was pretty amazed with him, but it was also sort of funny to see Renji like that - so bizarre.
They rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. During the whole ride, Renji checked himself out in the mirrors inside the elevator. They got off on the eight floor and knocked on the door that Renji, with his serious voice, confirmed was the door to Ichigo’s apartment. Did Kurosaki tell him? No. Then how did he know? He just knew. Grimmjow shrugged and rang the doorbell.
And whaddya know, just after a moment, Kurosaki actually did open the door. He was wearing loose gym pants and a plain white tee, confirming Renji of his feeling. Kurosaki invited them inside with a “You guys should have told me you were coming, I would have prepared food. And cleaned up. It’s a little messy.”
“You don’t have a maid?” Renji asked, surprised. “But your house is so clean!” Which was true, it was clean and everything was in place. Grimmjow liked that.
The condo was the type of place that would be in a magazine. Not so homey, but it wasn’t messy. As long as it wasn’t messy, Grimmjow was okay with anything.
He went straight to the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa. Heroes was on TV. He stared at the TV without really watching it. He was tired from the whole day’s activity. Too much moving around in one day. He glanced at the clock, it said 4 p.m. Well, that’s earlier than I expected, he scoffed to himself.
“So you do cleaning? Everything?” Renji was still asking questions about the non-existent maid of Ichigo’s.
Ichigo was scowling, hard. “Yes, Renji. I do everything. Would you stop asking about it now? Do you have a maid fetish or something…?”
Their conversation slowly faded and became background noise to Grimmjow. He was reminiscing about that maid who had worked at his house when he was a thirteen year old snotty kid. She was twenty and gorgeous; but he remembered her soft hands the most. The way they would caress his cheeks when he injured himself and cried… In the end, he had fallen in love with her, but she never figured out that the way he smiled at her had a special meaning and he never got the guts to tell her. Like I said, I was a snotty little kid.
Suddenly, Renji was in his face. “We’re gonna make food together,” he said, seemingly excited. “So haul your lazy ass to the kitchen, dumbo.”
Grimmjow grabbed Renji’s face and pushed him away, grumbling a “shut the fuck up.” But he got up and went to the kitchen anyway.
Kurosaki was getting stuff out of the fridge and putting everything on the island counter.
“What are we making?” Grimmjow asked.
“Ichigo wants spaghetti-“ Renji, who came into the kitchen after Grimmjow, was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He picked it up as his columnist self. Grimmjow watched this new Renji curiously. Interesting...
Renji wandered off to the living room but Grimmjow could still hear what he was saying. “Hello, Kuchiki-san. What-Ah, no I’m not home at the moment so- is it urgent? Because... I-I see. Alright I’ll be there in fi-click.” From the looks of it, Kuchiki-san liked to interrupt Renji a lot. Renji walked back into the kitchen and sighed. “I have to go; the editor says something urgent came up.”
Grimmjow grunted and muttered a low “motherfucker” while Kurosaki frowned. Renji just said sorry and excused himself. No one saw him to the door.
Grimmjow sighed. Second time that idiot has done this. I have to deal with Kurosaki alone. “Well, let’s get that spaghetti done anyway. I’m hungry,” he said.
“Oh,” Kurosaki said before sending Grimmjow a small smile. “Now that Renji’s gone, maybe I should just make it. You’re the guest after all.”
Grimmjow just shrugged and sat down on one of the kitchen stools, watching Kurosaki’s fingers work on the food absentmindedly. He couldn’t care less who made the food, he just wanted food.
Kurosaki was skilled. His movements swift and elegant, which Grimmjow thought was a weird look on a guy who was a businessman. And with such speed, the food was done in no time.
They spent the entire time in silence, not that Grimmjow or Kurosaki cared about that. Grimmjow wasn’t really the talkative type that would run his mouth off, and Kurosaki seemed to be quite content without much words.
Then Kurosaki carried their plates to the round low-table that was places in a separate room down the hall. They sat at opposite ends and dug in without words. Chopsticks’ working at noodles, not very easy, but it was a mixture of western and eastern.
When they finished, Grimmjow complimented Kurosaki’s cooking skills. It was something he had to do. After all, if you don’t praise what’s good or right, then the other person won’t know if it’s good or right. Kurosaki thanked him and explained that; “When you’re living alone, your cooking skills improve a lot.”
Grimmjow barked out a laugh. “I live alone but my cooking skills aren’t as good as yours. “
Kurosaki shrugged, “Cooking’s also a hobby for me,” he said coolly.
“Mmm,” Grimmjow replied, not really taking in the information. He was busy thinking that Kurosaki was more reserved than he first thought.
Kurosaki got up and left the room with all the dirty dishes and napkins, saying he’ll put them in the sink.
When he was gone, Grimmjow suddenly realized it was his favourite time of the day. The afternoon sun’s golden glow was shining in through the translucent blinds. The room was quiet and the overall feel of the atmosphere was calm. Grimmjow felt extremely relaxed and full, making him drowsy. He lowered his head onto the table, using his arm as a pillow and closed his eyes. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale… And then a quiet rustle indicated that Kurosaki was back.
Grimmjow looked up at Kurosaki, who was looking out the window, through his lashes. He liked how the other man’s orange lashes were glowing in the sun, he liked that Kurosaki’s brown eyes looked golden against the sunlight. He slowly sighed.
“It’s a nice afternoon,” Kurosaki suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence. Grimmjow was a little annoyed at that, but decided to not be cross about it, as he usually would have.
“Yeah…” He trailed off.
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There was an orange daisy in the middle of white nothingness. Orange daisy... Orange daisy… Orange… Lion… Daisy…
“Grimmjow! Grimmjow!” Someone was shaking Grimmjow’s shoulder, his arm felt numb, and he felt annoyed at his arm and whoever was interrupting his nice sleep. The person’s voice was a rough but quiet. There was suddenly a noise like a cat purring, and there was something fluffy rubbing against his cheek. Grimmjow ignored it all.
Then something wet brushed his face and he jerked up, his eyes meeting a pair of golden ones. He blinked and stared at the golden orbs, pink nose, and pink tongue. He blinked again and the cat meowed.
Grimmjow was utterly confused. What the fuck? I don’t own a cat… Then he remembered that he was at Kurosaki’s at the same time said man’s laugh rung throughout the room. Grimmjow sat up straight and stared at Kurosaki, who was holding his stomach in laughter.
He looked like a kid to Grimmjow, laughing like that. He thought it was a little ridiculous and that it wasn’t funny at all, but he felt something go free at the image of such a carefree act. He flushed, somehow feeling very happy for no reason he himself could see or understand.
Kurosaki finally calmed down and then teased Grimmjow about what he began to dub ‘the Shiro incident’. When Grimmjow asked him what the hell he was talking about, the orange haired man explained that the white cat with golden orbs was Shiro. Grimmjow stared at the cat, taking a sudden liking to it. He didn’t know why. But he reached out and petted the cat anyway.
After more chuckling and teasing from Kurosaki, and more petting from Grimmjow, they decided it was late and that Grimmjow should go home to finish his college work, and that Kurosaki should get ready for tomorrow because he had to go eat breakfast with his family early in the morning.
Kurosaki saw Grimmjow to the door with Shiro, and Grimmjow said, “I like Shiro a lot,” to Kurosaki with a large grin. He didn’t know why he said that, and thought he must look a bit weird for declaring that out loud.
Kurosaki only nodded in response. He was back to his detached self, Grimmjow thought.
“See ya later, Kurosaki.”
“Yeah, later, Grimmjow.”
The door closed with a soft thud and Grimmjow started for the direction of the elevator. And while he was around fifth floor, the orange daisy in his mind suddenly turned into a lion, and then to Kurosaki Ichigo. Grimmjow only wondered why, but shrugged it away. He didn’t like to think too deep about that weird human behavior shit.
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A/N: there's another weird ending.
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