A/N I hope that you all liked the last chapter! Here's the next one!
Grimmjow was leaning closer.
Until finally he stopped, inches away from Ichigo, who couldn't stop the tremor that ran through his body at being so close to the man. His brown eyes were wide, and he was sure that his cheeks were dark red. They felt entirely too hot.
Grimmjow stood there silently for a moment; their bodies flush against each other. He could feel Ichigo's breath on his face. He smelled of candy and...Mint. For a moment, Grimmjow's intense eyes softened, his mouth tilting up in a barely there smile. He lifted his hand and went to press it to Ichigo's burning cheek, but stopped as the ginger flinched. As if that had snapped him out of whatever reverie he had been absorbed into, Grimmjow jerked back, his eyes hardening once again and a disgusted snarl growing onto his face. He turned on his heel and, without a backwards glance at Ichigo, jumped out of the window and set off into the night.
Ichigo just remained there, frozen and leaning backwards over his desk, eyes locked on the window Grimmjow had just jumped out of. Gulping, he slowly straightened himself, his hands shaking and breath coming out in puffs. What the hell had just happened? The look in Grimmjow's eyes for that split second...Ichigo's brows furrowed in confusion. He slowly, warily walked towards his window, peeking out in time to see a flash of blue disappearing into the trees. He frowned, slamming his window shut and locking it securely to make sure that the other couldn't come in again. He stayed there for a moment, hands on the window sill as he stared out unseeingly into the night.
First he had caught Grimmjow in his room, and the other had...assaulted him, biting his neck and leaving a mark, then left. Now, he had caught Grimmjow in his room, attempting to kill him again, and...
Much like the last time, he hadn't been able to. It just didn't make sense!
Ichigo bent down, resting his elbows on the window sill and burying his fingers into his orange locks, letting out a frustrated groan. He remained there for a second, eyes closed, holding his breath, before he let it out in a loud 'Whoosh!' and straightened. He cast one more glance at the window before making his way back towards his bed, falling onto it. He could still faintly hear the music from his IPod playing in the background. Sounded like Metallica. He ran a hand down his face, resting it on his chest. He closed his eyes and attempted to get back to sleep, but it seemed like any last bit of fatigue was completely gone. He growled in frustration and sat up, resting his arms on his knees, glaring around at the darkened room. His wandering gaze brought him back to the window. After a few beats staring at it, he stood and walked over, unlocking it and opening it up. He took a deep breath of the crisp night air.
He knew that the chances of seeing Grimmjow again were high; hell, the oaf was probably just out there to collect himself before coming back and finishing the business. But Ichigo needed some air. He turned away from the window, leaving it ajar, and grabbing a black hoodie, pulling it on and flipping the hood over his head. He padded out of the room, closing the door silently behind him, and made no noise as he slipped to the front door, slipping on a pair of high tops before sneaking out the front door. He closed the door slowly, so as to avoid making unnecessary noise. Once the door was closed, he turned and looked around him. The moon was shining high in the sky, and a few streetlights were on, casting light around the otherwise dark environment. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, walking down the steps and away from his house, glancing around before heading down the street, brown eyes locked ahead. His face was void of all expression.
As he walked, he couldn't help but glance around him every now and then. He found himself almost waiting for Grimmjow to appear. Shaking his head, he continued on. No, I'm not waiting to be murdered. I'm just paran—What was that.
He froze, immediately glancing around him as a snap rang out through the night. It had come from right behind him. His shoulders tensed as footsteps neared him, heavy and slow, yet coming closer and closer at a rapid rate. His jaw clenched as he whipped around, expecting to see Grimmjow behind him, blade out and a challenging expression, but when he turned around, all he saw was an elderly man limping past him. Ichigo took a deep breath, ignoring the weird look the man gave him. He stood there silently for a moment, casting cursory glances around before resuming walking down the street. He let out a soft sigh, letting his feet take him wherever and his mind wander.
What did Grimmjow want with him exactly? And why did he always...do something to Ichigo? He scowled, staring blankly ahead with a confused light in his eyes. He didn't notice himself walking towards the opening to a little path that lead into a dog park.
What nagged at Ichigo more than anything was the look in Grimmjow's eyes that night. The times they had battled and come face to face, all Ichigo had ever seen in those hard eyes was a deep loathing and hatred that seemed to burn through his skull. Never anything else, save for the occasional glimpses or cruel glee when they tangled.
He let out a huff, blinking a few times and finally fully coming to his senses. He stopped. It was almost pitch dark where he was. He lifted his hand up in front of his face, gulping lightly. He could just see the outline. Turning around fully, he looked back the way he had come. He could just make out a fork in the path. Taking a deep breath, he back tracked, stopping at the fork and looking both ways. Which one had he come from? He didn't know. He hadn't been paying attention. He took a deep breath to steady his increasing heart beat, before taking a chance and going left. His eyes were wide and alert, fighting to see in the dark. All he could see so far were the shapes of trees and the faint outline of the path. Everything else was completely black. Ichigo frowned, shivering lightly as a cold breeze blew through the woods, rustling the leaves over head. He noticed that everything was oddly silent. No birds tweeting, no little woodland animals, no nothing. He took another deep breath, his back hunched a little. He picked up his pace, his nerves and senses on high alert suddenly.
A few feet later was when he stopped. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, and a chill ran down his spine. He was being watched. His eyes narrowed ahead of him when a shadow moved just ahead. He took a few more steps forward, before the snapping sound of a twig rang out through the eerily silent woods. He jumped a little, whirling around to face behind him. He saw, yet again, another shadow move. He was feeling more than a little unnerved at the present moment, the surrounding dark making him feel a little more vulnerable than he was used to. Ichigo cleared his throat before calling out into the night, his voice small in the vast darkness,
No sooner had he said those words, when an unseen force rammed into him from behind, sending him flying forwards. He stumbled over something and fell to his knees, letting out a string of curses. He flipped onto his back, looking around him as he shot back up to his feet, his hands clenched into fists. He was shaking slightly, but his eyes were calm and determined. He was still, listening intently around him. Since he couldn't see that well, he had to rely on his other senses. He could hear soft breathing from behind him, and a rush of air. He jumped back just in time, narrowly missing a blow. He heard a low grunt, and he smirked a bit, lunging out blindly into the dark, his hands meeting cloth. He grabbed it and wrenched it and the assailant to the side, hearing a satisfying 'thud' on the gravel and a strong of low curses. He froze. He knew that voice all too well.
Grimmjow fled from Ichigo's house, stalking down the street. His hand rested on the butt of his blade, his lips set in a predatory snarl. Why the fuck couldn't he kill that damn strawberry!? He hated his guts. He practically fantasized about the day he could see the life fade from those infuriating brown eyes, yet when he came so close to achieving just that...It was like something was stopping him and manipulating his actions. He hated it. Cyan eyes locked ahead, he stopped. He heard footsteps. Turning, he saw an elderly man walking down behind him, limping slightly as he moved, who didn't seem to even spare him a second glance. Grimmjow's nose wrinkled as he turned around and continued on his way at a slower pace. The elderly man passed him, but as he did so, he turned and glanced at Grimmjow, shooting him a weird look. Grimmjow stopped, brows furrowing slightly. Letting out a deep sigh he continued on his way, hands slipping into the pockets of his uniform.
As he walked, a light breeze rustled the trees around him and blew through his hair. The night was still and silent. Grimmjow needed that silence at the moment. His mind was a buzz with complete madness. What the fuck was it about Ichigo that made him...untouchable? Why did Grimmjow fail every time he tried to end that fuckers' life? He gritted his teeth, taking a turn down a path and stopping, looking around. He had come to a fork in the road. Turning, he looked behind him just in time to see a figure walking in his general direction. He stood there, hands still in his pockets, watching as the figure approached. It was then that he saw the unmistakable tuft of orange hair peeking out from underneath his hood, and a plan slowly started forming in Grimmjow's twisted mind. Slowly, a sadistic grin stretched over the sixth's features. He slinked back and out of sight, into the shadows, and waited until Ichigo had walked past him. It was clear that the male wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, which only made this all the more fun for Grimmjow. Now was his chance, and there was no way that he was going to fuck up this time around. Time was of the essence.
As silently as he could, Grimmjow followed Ichigo from within the woodland, stopping when he stopped, and then walking when he did. Ichigo finally stopped and looked around, blinking a few times and looking around him. It was obvious that he was surprised and a little intimidated by the dark and the vast woods. Grimmjow suppressed a small smile and moved up ahead a little, before dashing across the path, making sure that Ichigo had seen him. Judging by how Ichigo had frozen and looked around wildly, he had. He moved a few feet closer, before rushing across the path again, rather amused with screwing around with Ichigo's head. To his amusement, he heard Ichigo speak. His voice caught as he spoke, giving Grimmjow the satisfaction of knowing that Ichigo was starting to get scared.
Grimmjow grinned and appeared behind Ichigo, rushing at the figure and relishing in the feeling of his foot connecting with Ichigo's back, shooting him forwards. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as his gaze locked on the ginger on the ground, trying to discern who he was in the dark.
Somewhere within, when Ichigo stood up, Grimmjow grew a little too cocky, stepping within the line of fire and swinging a punch that narrowly missed the ginger. He let out a grunt as the follow – up from the punch propelled him forwards. He hadn't expected to miss. To make things worse, Grimmjow felt the back of his uniform get grabbed, and he was in the air for a split second, before he connected hard with the ground. He skidded back a little. His back stung from the scratches, and he let out a low string of curses as he brought himself back to his feet steadily, glaring at the shorter in the shadows. His hands curled into tight fists, and he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, a snarl curving his lips.
Said male cocked an eyebrow when Ichigo spoke.
"Ya seem surprised, Berry," Grimmjow rumbled, his voice a deep baritone that seemed to rebound off of the trees around them.
He could practically hear the shorter gulp. There was a moment of tense silence where neither moved and neither spoke.
A few moments elapsed before neither could take it anymore. It was like a gun shot had rang out through the night; Grimmjow and Ichigo both shot at each other, rushing with looks of determination etched across their faces. When they met in the middle, they were immobilized for a second in a rough battle for domination, gripping each others' forearms and trying to over power the other. Their faces closed in, snarls on both faces as their eyes locked in the dark of the night. Grimmjow was starting to feel a little hot under the collar, much to his disdain, and with a growl, he roughly pushed Ichigo away from him, skidding back and watching Ichigo like a predator watching prey.
Ichigo stumbled back, shock in his eyes briefly before they narrowed and hardened.
"Why the fuck..." Grimmjow growled, causing Ichigo's brows to furrow in confusion. With a low, animalistic growl, Grimmjow threw himself at the ginger, managing to over power him and pull him to the ground, where they wrestled violently.
A little later they found themselves in a rather compromising position. Somehow, during their wrestling, Ichigo managed to pull himself on top, and was now straddling the bluenette's hips, pinning Grimmjow's arms over his head. Grimmjow shot Ichigo a look of pure poison, snarling and fighting against the restraints. A moment passed when Grimmjow and Ichigo shared a look, in which Grimmjow stopped fighting. He stopped, his brows furrowing and a scowl plastered over his features.
The silence was deafening in Ichigo's ears, his body tingling. Before either men knew what was happening, Ichigo started leaning down, his brown eyes void of any emotion.
Grimmjow couldn't move. He could easily thrust Ichigo off of him, easily get out of this situation, but it was like his whole body was made of lead. He couldn't move, and he couldn't think straight. All he registered was that Ichigo was leaning closer...
Then their lips touched.
A/N HAHAHA! Love the ending? I'll update as soon as possible! I hope that you all liked this chapter! I loved all the positive reviews I got. I hope that this chapter lived up to the others! Bye bye for now!