AN: Hey everyone, I decided to take a little break from Friends With Benefits, and pursue this. Now if you're an avid read of FWB I'm gonna start writing on it again real soon. I planned on making this a 3 shot. But, I'm sort of leaning towards a 2 shot. Depends on what you guys think ^.^
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but if I did Grimmjow would still be alive because he's just so UNF.
Sometimes there are no second chances, sometimes you just can't start over, sometimes there are no mulligan's.
When the bell rang for school to end, the pair of best friends Gunter Jaegerjacques and Ichigo Kurosaki were the first ones to rush from their classroom, in a spirited series of shouts and celebratory yet crude remarks. Who could blame them? They were seniors. They did what they had to do. They were finally done. As one last hurrah before they went their different ways and headed to different colleges, Gunter decided to drag Ichigo to his families summer house in Germany, over the summer.
Even though they stuck together like glue all throughout high school, didn't necessarily mean they had much in common.
Gunter was the four time, MVP of his high school football team. He was prideful, charismatic, loud, boisterous, a player, very popular, blunt, aggressive, and he had a short temper. Oh, and lets not forget his electrically charged cerulean hair, with a mixture of cyan and dark green eyes. He was built like a house, with ropes of lean muscle covering his entire body, along with his outstanding height of 6'2. Most found it hard to believe that he was only seventeen. Gunter came from a seemingly perfect family. His father Grimmjow Jaegerjacques was named the sixth greatest golfer in Europe, and the United States as well as owning a golf course resort in Germany. Due to that fact alone, Gunter came from a family of great wealth. His mother Nelliel Jaegerjacques was the third best female golfer in all of Europe, but retired to take care of her husband, and two children Menoly, and Gunter. Gunter only wore brand named clothes, and refused to drive anything that wasn't his dear Mustang and his summer Porsche.
Ichigo was the president of his high schools national honor art society, and the captain of the swim team. He happened to be the best painter at the school, he even surpassed the school's art instructors. Some called him a prodigy, some called him a Picasso in the making.
Ichigo was very modest, soft spoken, brave, conservative, though the one thing he shared with Gunter was his short temper. Especially when someone talked about his hair. He sported vibrant orange locks of hair which he styled in a spiked manner. It was obvious Ichigo was a swimmer, he had lightly tanned sun kissed skin with a few brown freckles over the bridge of his nose, with lean muscles, a thin but toned frame, with cut calves, and flat stomach wrinkled with a six pack. He wasn't as tall as Gunter, but he was getting there; he stood at about 5'10.
Unlike Gunter, Ichigo didn't exactly come from such a perfect family. His mother, Masaki, was killed right in front of his eyes when he was only eight years old, and his father seemed to take it the hardest. He was a martinet, and expected his children to become doctors like he did. He owned a clinic which Ichigo and his younger twin sister, Karin and Yuzu, worked for an allowance. As Ichigo grew older, he grew more rebellious and found that painting was a means of escape for him. His father was not understanding and chose to take his anger out by often fighting Ichigo. Ichigo could hold his own in the fights with his father, but often chose to walk away. Ichigo's father was strict with everything, but the few things that Ichigo could control he damn well took advantage of. He had his own sense of style, it was a mix of conservative with something that screamed, artistic. Aside from his apparel, he was able to control his sexuality. He was gay, and his father knew it. Ichigo's father was rather understanding when Ichigo told him, because his father's best friend, Kisuke Urahara was gay as well; as a matter of fact it was Kisuke who Ichigo turned to for help when his new found sexuality was awakened.
Ichigo, and Gunter wound up meeting each other because of a fight they had their first year of high school. Ever since the fight they were inseparable, they were complete opposites yet they couldn't help but stay best friends. They didn't have much time to hang out at each others houses, or even meet each other's parents because they were so busy with their own things, but that didn't stop them from talking every chance they got and hitting up every party together and even being wingmen for each other. They told each other everything, and helped each other out in situations that they couldn't go to their parents about.
The one thing that Ichigo kept from Gunter was the fact that he was attracted to men. Ichigo in fact kept his sexuality a secret to everyone, aside from his family of course. It limited him in many ways especially in the fields of experience; physically and emotionally. Ichigo was able to keep the charade of being straight around everyone, and he found it easier to simply hide the truth than to come clean. It was the fear of rejection. His father managed to instill that fear inside him as well.
Now that school was officially over for the pair of seventeen year old young men, it was time to head to Gunter's house so they could leave Karakura Town, Japan and fly to a rural town in Munich, Germany.
The summer heat does crazy things to people…
*RING* *RING* *RING* *RING* chimed the high school bell of Karakura High School signaling the day was over. Gunter shot up from his chair and pointed as his teacher and select students and shouted "Fuck you and you, and you, and you too and this entire school. Peace bitches!"
With that being said, Gunter was the first one out the door with Ichigo right on his tail. Ichigo couldn't help the smile on his face, Gunter was more blunt than he was. Even though he hated nearly everyone in the class he didn't have the audacity to straight up do what Gunter did.
He admired his friends boldness.
Before the teacher could stop them and reprimand them for such rude behavior, both young men were out of the classroom, down the hallway, and into the parking lot. The jumped into Gunter's custom made, topless Mustang, and Gunter gunned it.
Gunter sped out of the school's vicinity, and into the direction of his home, while he blasted the radio with amazing bass. The seat seemed to vibrate beneath him as the bass bumped through his speakers. Things were going to be amazing, he was going to have the best time with Gunter before they left for separate colleges. He would show him all the best parts of Germany, show him to all the beautiful native women, hit up the local parties. It was going to be a blast.
Ichigo's eyes were closed, the cool yet warm breeze tussled through his hair. The warm, bright sun was hitting his cheeks, and he nodded his head to the beat of the music simply enjoying it. His bags were packed, and were in the back of Gunter's car, he didn't have to see his controlling father for an entire summer, and he was even going to be able to meet his best friend's parents. Things honestly couldn't be any sweeter.
They successfully made it to Gunter's home, and almost immediately Ichigo started to panic. His head sunk low, and he seemed to crunch up in his seat. Gunter put his hand on his friends shoulder reassuringly, and gave a grin. Ichigo looked up at Gunter and straightened up a bit, a small grin made its way to his face as well.
"Ready Carrot Top?" Gunter spoke, his voice a calming tenor octave.
"Yeah, lets do this." Ichigo replied his own voice a wavering alto.
Why am I so nervous about this? It's only Gunter's parents. I mean what's the worst that can happen? Oh right, they can find out that I'm gay, then they can tell Gunter, and he'll never talk to me again.
Fuck me. Times like this I wish I was straight. Alright whatever. I got this just act as straight as possible. Vagina. I like vagina. I like vagina. I like cock. NO! Damn it! I need to get it together.
Ichigo's heart was beating at an extravagantly quick pace when he stepped out of the car, and reached the front door to the house. His throat was dry, his entire body felt numb. He was excited to meet his best friends parents but at the same time it scared the living fuck out of him. Sometimes he pondered telling his best friend the truth about himself, but he didn't want to risk losing such a great friend. Gunter seemed like a spoiled, arrogant asshole, but he was down to earth and protective.
Gunter was the brother Ichigo never had.
He wasn't going to risk all of that, just because he had a set preference to guys. It wasn't worth it.
When Gunter unlocked the door to the house, and led them in Ichigo lost it and he passed out. It was all too much.
The hot sun. The pressure. The sight of Gunter's parents sitting in the living room just waiting for them.
The last thing Ichigo heard before he hit ground was the sound of Gunter's voice, mixed with that of someone's deeper than his.
"Ichigo? Bro? You alright?!" Gunter spoke in a slight panic, he immediately kneeled down to look at his friends face, and felt around his face for a response. Nothing.
He was flushed. His face was freezing, yet his neck was steaming hot.
Grimmjow had replaced Gunter's side, and tossed him aside, and coolly saying, "Go call his dad Gunter, Nel get the boy some ice, Menoly go get'a pillow and put it on the arm of the couch." Menoly ran off into her bedroom to get a soft pillow, Gunter nodded and left Ichigo's side and went to call his father, while Nel followed her orders her husband gave her.
Grimmjow picked up Ichigo with just one arm and slung him over his shoulder and brought him to the couch. He rested his entire body there, and kneeled down next to him once again.
"Hey kid, can ya hear me?" Grimmjow's voice was a sinful baritone. Ichigo stirred at the deep voice disturbing him, and let out a brief groan whilst nodding his head. His eyes cracked open a bit his vision very blurry, and he saw a messy field of blue hair assuming it was Gunter.
"What the fuck happened Gunter? My head's pounding…" Ichigo croaked.
"This ain't Gunter kid." Grimmjow chuckled softly, as he spoke which made Ichigo sit up immediately.
"M-Mister Jaegerjacques? My deepest apologies, I-I didn't mean to swear! I just-" Ichigo stammered nervously, and his face turned a light shade of pink. Gunter's dad made him nervous for some reason. Not because he was an adult, and he blatantly disrespected the house, but it was something else.
He just couldn't put his finger on it.
Gunter's dad looked like his twin except, much more matured. Though he was kneeling Ichigo could tell Gunter's dad was very tall, much taller than Gunter even, his eyes were a cold, piercing azure and looked as if they've seen and experienced so much, he had a very pale blue five o'clock shadow which seemed to cover the entire are below his nose, he had a sinister grin, and he smelled of cool after shave and fresh cut grass.
"First off, I'm only thirty five, you can call me Grimmjow kid Mister Jaegerjacques is my pops. Second off relax, and just breath before ya pass out again. Lay down." Grimmjow pressed his hand to Ichigo's chest and eased him back down to the cushions. "Menoly?! Where's that pillow?" He shouted out in the opposite direction of Ichigo.
Okay, why the fuck am I blushing? Did he just-he just touched me! Why is he smirking at me like that? Shit! Does he already know. Oh my god…no! What the fuck did I do?! I didn't even say two words to him!
Soon out came a girl around the same age as Karin, or Yuzu, with short bleach, blonde hair and dark teal eyes with a pillow in hand. "Sorry dad, is he alright?" She spoke softly, as she positioned the pillow underneath Ichigo's head.
Grimmjow nodded, then Menoly smiled, and respectfully bowed. "I'm Menoly, Gunter's sister, but you can call me Barbie kay? It's nice to meet you, Ichigo. Gunter doesn't shut up about you, feels like you live here sometimes y'know? Okay well, I'll see ya later bye!" She spoke rather quick, and then ran into the kitchen.
Ichigo placed his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes as he was a bit confused on what exactly just happened.
As Menoly left, Nel entered the room with a small cloth bag filled with ice. "Here ya go sweetheart." She spoke in a chipper tone. Ichigo's eyes opened to glance at the woman, then he reached for the bag, and placed it on his forehead. The first thing he noticed was that her breasts were HUGE. Each of them had to be the size of his head. Other than that she had long sea-green hair which went past her rear, and beautiful dark teal eyes, with pink blush underneath them which stretched across from one cheek to the other. Unlike Gunter and Grimmjow she wasn't muscular, but very curvaceous; although she was still just as tall.
"Arigatou, Missus Jaegerjacques" He spoke graciously to her, as he tried to sit up slowly.
Gunter returned, and shook his head. "Your dad didn't pick up, so I left a message. You should be more careful Carrot Top." Gunter spoke with a brief yawn.
Ichigo sat up completely against the couch, holding the ice to his head of course then gave a slight snort and rolled his eyes. "I could have a concussion, and you still act like you couldn't care less." Ichigo spoke in a scolding yet, humored tone as he had a small smirk on his face. He tried not to focus on the older version of Gunter, practically at his knees but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but look out the peripherals of his eyes.
"Since ya wanna be an asshole go get his things out your car, and put 'em in Pantera. Oh and while you're at it, get mine, yours, your mother's and Menoly's things as well." Grimmjow replied to his son's rather rude behavior, but immediately got a stern glare from his wife for swearing. Ichigo couldn't help but grin and stick his tongue out at Gunter, as he grumbled to himself and did as he was asked.
"Just relax here until you've got some of your strength back then, you can try calling your father again alright dear?" Nel spoke soothingly to Ichigo, and he nodded. "I'm finishing up lunch in the kitchen, holler if you need me. I believe Gunter's father had something to give you something anyway. Oh, and please call me just call me Nel." She spoke in an overly chipper voice with a smile on her face, before she disappeared into the kitchen.
Ichigo and Grimmjow were in the room alone once again and it was sort of getting to Ichigo. He wouldn't deny that he found the elder man very attractive, and he couldn't help himself from blushing frequently as well.
He smells so good, even from the distance. Why is he staring at me? Wh-What the fuck is this? He's touching me again…kami I'm going to melt.
When Grimmjow subtly placed his hand on Ichigo's thigh, and spoke to him, he was torn from his thoughts.
"If you're feelin' alright to walk follow me, I've got something' for ya. It's a welcome gift into the family." Grimmjow's words rattled around Ichigo's mind, and he swallowed down heavily. He honestly couldn't help himself from getting an eyeful of the elder Jaegerjacques at that point. He sat the bag of ice down on the couch and stood up, some of his strength had returned.
Grimmjow was wearing a black tank top along with pair of tan cargo shorts, and short top black Converse. Ichigo was practically ogling the elder Jaegerjacques from behind, and new found thoughts arrived in his mind as well. He wanted to tangle his fingers in Grimmjow's soft looking messy array of blue locks; he wanted to feel Grimmjow's stubble against his neck.
Grimmjow stood up and, then he walked to a door which was adjacent to the kitchen.
I shouldn't be thinking like this! It's Gunter's father. My best friend. He's married. He's got a family. He's only 35. Muscular. Smells fantastic. I can feel him staring through me with his eyes. The way his voice sounds when he speaks to me…DAMNIT STOP! I think "I need to get laid" in the words of Gunter. I wouldn't mind if it was Grimmjow though…what if he's leading me into the bedroom. What if he feels the same way.
He opened the door, and to Ichigo's surprise and slight disappointment it was only the garage. Ichigo let his eyes slip away from Grimmjow to look into the massive garage. It held about five different vintage cars, pictures of Grimmjow golfing as well as shaking hands with a few celebrities. It was then Ichigo took the time to think about how big their house was. It was bigger than his own, and the clinic put together three fold. He figured Gunter came from money, but he never wouldn't thought that his family was of this kind of wealth.
"Ichigo, ya ever play golf before?" Grimmjow's back was to Ichigo, it looked like he was picking up a bag. Ichigo shook his head, though it was in vain because Grimmjow wasn't even facing him.
"No I haven't." Ichigo eyes were now at the bag Grimmjow presented to him. It had his name written in white letters, which stood out against the black cloth. Ichigo couldn't help but smile before grabbing the thin strap and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Golf clubs. Yer gonna be golfin' with us. I'm gonna teach ya." Grimmjow grinned then placed his hand on Ichigo's shoulder.
"Thank you Mist- Grimmjow. Thank you Grimmjow." He wasn't blushing at this point, but was genuinely grateful.
Gunter was in the garage as well, and it was obvious to both men as he slammed the bed of a truck. "There, I got everyone's bags in the damn truck dad, anything else old man?"
Grimmjow gave a soft chuckle then moved his hand from Ichigo's shoulder, and shook his head. "Let's go eat hm? I'm sure your mother is finished with lunch. Ichigo try calling your father again, then feel free to join us." Gunter and Grimmjow left the garage, and headed into the kitchen.
Ichigo nodded and pulled out his phone, and proceeded to call his father. When he got the dial tone, he figured he was taking care of a patient or two, so he just left it be. He slipped the phone in his pocket and opened the door leading from the garage, to the house. The thoughts of Grimmjow still invaded his mind, but hopefully some home cooking would distract him from it.
There's something different about this boy, every time I say somethin' to 'em he starts blushin. Eh, he's probably still feeling hot. Whatever.
Grimmjow and Gunter went into the dining room and took their places at the table. Gunter was doing something on his phone, while Grimmjow was thinking about the orange haired boy. Menoly stepped in from the kitchen holding a pitcher of iced tea with lemon. She sat it down in front of Grimmjow which snapped him from his thoughts.
Menoly smiled and sat down next to Grimmjow.
Grimmjow loved his children very much; Gunter and Menoly were his life. Things were shaky with Nel, but it was something he'd rather not talked about. He loved Nelliel with all his heart, but there were times where he wished he hadn't married so early.
Nel came into the room holding a platter of sandwiches, she sat it down in the middle of the table then leaned down to kiss Grimmjow on the cheek.
"Give Ichigo his gift hun?" She spoke softy taking the seat on the other side of him.
" Yeah, he lit up like'a tree. Said he's never golfed before, nonsense isn't it?" He chuckled softly, and Nel smiled and nodded her head.
"Indeed it is." She smiled, then caught sight of Gunter, picking up a sandwich prematurely, then reprimanded him "No, put the sandwich down Gunter we will not eat until Ichigo comes to the table. Show some decency."
Gunter dropped the sandwich with a sigh, and yelled out.
"Carrot Top! Hurry up I'm starving", which caused him to get death glares from both his parents.
Ichigo stumbled into the dining room and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry I got lost from the garage. Your house is huge Gunter, though it's very beautifully designed Nel." He bowed in respect to the woman, then pulled out his chair and sat down next to Gunter.
"Thank you Ichigo." She replied with much chipper, "I made plenty so please everyone help yourselves, I made ham, pastrami, turkey, and chicken salad." Ichigo nodded and grabbed a sandwich and put it on his place which was in front of him.
Within a few minutes everyone was eating their food, and Grimmjow was just telling the family about one of his many adventures golfing, before of course being interrupted.
"Can we please talk about something other than golf? I mean it gets rather annoying at time Grimmjow, it really does." Nel spoke with a certain flare in her voice, her eyes never left her plate though she was serious.
"New rule, we will not talk about golf at the dinner table for the rest of summer."
Everyone became silent, and the sounds of them eating and drinking replaced the conversation.
Grimmjow was slightly annoyed with his wife, ever since she quit her own golfing career to take care of the children she was bitter towards him. It wasn't like it was his fault, he hadn't asked her to do it. He appreciated it, but she still had no reason to act so damn salty. He cleared his throat, and spoke once again in order to fill the silence. "So Ichigo, I hear your father is head of the Kurosaki clinic yes?"
"Yeah, it's a family business but I don't plan on taking it over. I want to be a painter." Ichigo responded before finished up the last of his ham sandwich, he reached over to grab another and sat it on his plate.
"Ah, painting? That's wonderful! What does your mother do for work?" Nel took the time to speak this time. That's when Gunter spoke up.
Ichigo was going to take a bite of his sandwich, then sat it down with a soft sigh. "She doesn't work.."
"Oh? So she's a housewife like myself?"
"No, she died when I was eight."
"Oh…" Nel responded then she stood from the table and went to the kitchen. "I'm going to grab the cake now." There was less chipper in her voice as she spoke that time.
Grimmjow looked over at the young man and spoke up. "I'm sorry to hear that Ichigo."
Ichigo shook his head, then smiled a bit. "No, it's fine."
Grimmjow sensed fight in the younger male, it took strength to overcome the death of someone so close and he admired it.
Menoly leaned back in her chair and suddenly spoke to Ichigo. "Hey is that your natural hair color?"
Ichigo laughed softly and nodded his head. "Yeah, I was born with it."
"You're lucky, I dyed mine this color and your eyes are so pretty! Are they lenses?"
Ichigo shook his head and smiled, "No, they're my natural eye color as well. But, thank you I like your eyes too are they naturally that color?"
"No, mine are colored lenses."
Grimmjow took the time to notice just what his daughter was talking about. The orange haired male did have very kind, and gentle syrupy brown eyes. He also had very subtly freckles which he could tell he got from being in the sun.
"God, shut the fuck up Menoly. No one gives a flying fuck." Gunter interjected.
"It's not Menoly, its Barbie asshole." Menoly spoke back.
"Gunter are you always such a dick to everyone?" Ichigo spoke softly to his friend, hoping Grimmjow wouldn't hear him.
Grimmjow heard him, and shouted out. "Hey watch your fucking mouths at the table, all of you!" Grimmjow spoke in a deadly tone, his eyes narrowed and his fist slammed into the table.
The siblings couldn't help but snicker, then all out laugh hysterically. Grimmjow cracked a grin as well, then glanced over at Ichigo who seemed to be slightly confused.
Gunter elbowed his friend in his side and laughed a bit more. "Dad's never serious. He was just messing with us Ichigo, relax. He couldn't give two fucks if we swore. Just keep it light around my mom."
Ichigo nodded, and gave a nervous smile.
Nel returned into the dining room with a strawberry angel food cake with whipped cream frosting. Fresh strawberries were scattered amongst the top of the cake in a neat, and decorative pattern.
Grimmjow looked up at the cake with a gleam in his eye. Strawberry was definitely his favorite flavor of anything. Another reason why he loved Nel so much was her cooking, she was amazing at it. It was as if she was meant to be a housewife.
She sat the cake down next to the sandwiches, sitting a cutting knife next to it.
Grimmjow plucked a strawberry from the top, and took a bite from it. In the process he got whipped cream on his lips, and he had no choice but to lick it off.
Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo who was staring back at him with a blush on his face.
Seriously? What's up with this kid?
"You guys help yourselves to as much cake as you want. But, our flight is in less than an hour." Nel spoke before sitting down next to her husband once more.
"Mm, that reminds me. We're going in my dad's private jet Ichigo." Gunter spoke as he cut himself a fat slice of the soft cake.
"You guys have a private jet?!" Ichigo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped and all four members of the family nodded with affirmative response.
Grimmjow laughed at Ichigo's response, it was cute. He didn't find many things cute, guys being the primary thing, but Ichigo was definitely cute. From the way he blushed constantly to his humorous reactions. It didn't bother him too much that he thought so fondly of the boy, but then again he didn't want to get into any deep thoughts about it anyway.
He cut himself a slice of cake and intricately ate it, taking the time to savor the sweet, and wholesome ingredients. It was like a slice of heaven on a plate.
"Nel, this is amazing. You've outdone yourself." Grimmjow spoke as he finshed the last of his cake.
Everyone chimed in to agree with Grimmjow, as they all seemed to be enjoying it as well.
Nel giggled and shook her head, "Oh thanks everyone."
After everyone finished their dessert, they loaded up into Pantera; a 1970 sapphire blue, F100 pick up truck which had been customized to seat a family of five.
Though Grimmjow had a private jet, it had to be stationed at the airport so that's where he drove. The drive to the airport was relatively short, and for the most part filled with sing-along's from the radio.
When they arrived at the airport, Grimmjow simply drove his truck onto a ramp leading into the jet. Which led to the ramp closing and the jet picking up, and flying them off.
Everyone got out of the car, and walked into the cabin of the jet to take their seats.
Ichigo was simply floored at what was happening. Not only was it his first time flying, but it was his first time in a private jet. It was his first time hanging out with his best friends family. It was his first time going out of the country. He was excited yet he was nervous.
Gunter made sure his parents weren't looking, then he nudged Ichigo and held in his hand a small pill. "Take it, it'll put ya to sleep for the rest of the flight. Trust me, you'll want to be asleep."
Ichigo was often offered drugs from Gunter, and he always refused. This time was different though. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the small pill, popping it into his mouth and swallowing it dry. "There's a first time for everything eh?" Ichigo smirked, which Gunter matched with a smirk of his own and a brief nod.
"Oh yeah there is."
Five minutes barely passed and both boys were knocked out.
Ichigo was dreaming, though his dream was just so realistic yet it was so surreal.
It looked like Karakura Town except everything was inverted. Ichigo walked around, a bit confused at what was going on. "Hello? Anyone here?" His voice echoed for a bit after he spoke.
As if out of no where a man manifested himself in front of Ichigo. He was like an inverted version of himself. He had pale skin, with sheet white hair, pitch black pupils with irises and black sclera.
"You've arrived King." the manifestation spoke, then let out a bone chilling psychotic laugh.
Ichigo took a step back, only to realize that he was suddenly on the edge of a building. If he would've moved back another step he would've fallen. "Who are you, why do you look like me?!" Ichigo said with sudden anxiety.
"There's no reason ta fret King. I guess ya could say tha' I'ma side'a ya tha' ya always hold back." the manifestation spoke once again.
"Stop calling me that, I'm not a King I'm Ichigo. What the hell do you mean a side I repress? You're speaking in riddles." Ichigo grew from anxious to slightly annoyed, and it showed in his tone of voice.
"Yer tha king'a this world. Ya've ne'er had sex, ne'er even touch'd yerself. I'm tha' build up of all tha' held back lust, and desire ya refuse ta let free."
"If you're a representation of my "lust and desires" then why bother me now? Of all times why now?"
"Dun' act like ya dunno. Tha' older blue hair'd guy. Yer startin' to explore yer sexuality."
"What the? Grimmjow? No!"
"I see exactly wha' ya see, I feel exactly wha' ya feel. Everytime yer around this guy, it's like'a earthquake in 'ere. C'mon ya gotta get laid. It's about time."
Ichigo knew his inner self was right, he couldn't hold back his caged lust for much longer. "Thanks, Shiro."
The manifestation raised his eyebrow at the name hitched to him. "I guess thas' my name now. I'm always's here for ya King."
Ichigo smiled and nodded, then everything disappeared and he could hear Gunter.
"Ich' get up! We're here." Gunter was nudging at Ichigo.
Ichigo opened his eyes and smiled, he was feeling a bit relieved. He stood up and stretched himself out, Gunter did the same.
"Sleep well ?" Ichigo said while rolling his shoulders back repeatedly.
"Yeah, those pill's really do the trick eh?" Gunter replied in a hushed tone.
Ichigo nodded with a sly grin. "Hell yeah."
"Yo everyone get in the truck, we're headin' over to the house." Grimmjow commanded the group of people, everyone did as they were ordered, and went back into the truck.
Ichigo looked out the truck window as they drove out of the jet; it was dark out, but the land was beautiful. The area they were in was very lush, and green. . It was refreshing to be away from Karakura Town, and his dad, and school and just everything.
The drive progressed a little more, and that's when Ichigo saw the huge house, in front of a lake. It was beautiful, though it was dark. It wasn't as large as the house back in Karakura but, it was still pretty big.
Grimmjow drove the truck into the garage and parked. Everyone unfastened their seat belts and got out of the car, the went to the back of the pick up to grab their things.
"Gunter, show Ichigo to the guest room." Nel spoke wearily.
Gunter nodded, and brought Ichigo inside the well decorated home, and into his room for the remainder of summer. He closed the door behind them, and gave a slight chuckle. "Alright it's a good thing you slept. We're hittin' up a party tonight. They have it every year today, as the start of summer vacation." Ichigo sat his things down and grinned.
"Your parents gonna be cool with it?" Ichigo asked carefully.
"Everyone's gonna be sleep, jet-lag Carrot Top."
Ichigo nodded in approval then gave his friend a pat on the back. He actually planned it out perfectly, and thought things through.
"I'm gonna take a shower, then get dressed then we can go alright?" Gunter instructed Ichigo, which he nodded and figured he would do the same thing.
The entire house was silent, except for the pair of young men. They had showered, and gotten dressed. Gunter had his hands on the keys to his summer Porsche which was parked in the garage, as well as a party pack of beer.
The pair met up in the garage, to examine each other before they left.
"Ichigo, seriously bro? Is that what you're wearing?" Gunter sighed a bit, while shaking his head.
"Yeah what's wrong with it? I like it." Ichigo raised an eyebrow and gave himself a quick look over.
"Dude, you look gay."
Ichigo didn't know what the hell Gunter was talking about. He was wearing a light pink short sleeved dress shirt, with a silk hot pink tie, black denim skinny jeans with a pink and black checkered studded belt, with matching Vans, and atop his head a black fedora, with a pair of black thick framed Rayban clear colored sunglasses. It suited his artistic look, but he still served to his conservative nature.
"Like it matters. Can we just go?" Ichigo spoke exasperatedly.
"I guess man." Gunter sighed once more, then stepped into the silver car, and Ichigo followed by jumping over the door and plopping into the passengers seat.
Gunter started his car, and as quietly as he could peeled out of the garage and in the direction of the party. It didn't take very long to spot the party house as the house reverberated loud music, with deep bass. Ichigo loved music, it often called out to him especially music with a heavy bass, and a cool rhythm.
When they pulled up to the scene Gunter was immediately welcomed warmly with friendly greetings.
Ichigo simply followed quietly behind him not wanting to make a fool of himself.
Gunter made his way to the middle of the room and yelled out for everyone's attention. "Yo everybody, this guy is my best friend Ichigo from back home, he's with me! Show 'em a good time!" The large crowd of teenagers, and young adults shouted out in approval, and welcomed Ichigo as well.
Gunter sat his party pack of beer in the kitchen with the host of the party, Rangiku Matsumoto. The tall, busty, strawberry blonde young woman greeted Ichigo with a warm hug and Gunter with a dirty glance. "I'll deal with you in a minute Blue. Ichigo c'mere there are some people you hafta meet!" Ichigo could tell the girl was drunk, but he didn't mind it and he simply followed.
She pulled him to the couch where a pair of teenagers sat and conversed. "Ichigo this is Rukia, and Renji. They're the best." With a certain strength Ichigo didn't know Rangiku had, he was shoved between the red headed tattooed male, and the short sized, raven haired female.
The music was bumping, and the three teenagers were knit close so they could hear each other.
"I'm gonna go grab a drink! Be right back!" Renji shouted out then stood up and left the two alone.
There was a brief silence, before a couple plopped on the empty spot on the couch and began ferociously making out. Ichigo looked in disgust, then shifted his gaze to the front of the room to see, Gunter and Rangiku practically swallowing each other. He shifted his gaze again to the girl next to him which opted her to talk.
"So, what are you going to college for?"
"Hm? Oh art!"
"Oh! You're an artist? What do you like to do?"
"I'm a painter."
"Ah, so you're a painter, and you're really cute. If you ever need a model or something.."
"Oh, um no see, I only paint landscapes."
"Oh, a-alright! Well maybe we can get together sometime or-"
"I'm going to get a beer!"
"Oh okay hurry back!"
Ichigo had to get away from her, she was flirting with him and it seriously was making him uncomfortable. Drinking was obviously a better choice than staying another second with that Rukia chick.
He slipped into the kitchen, and noticed Renji was putting warm beer bottles into the cooler filled with ice. Renji noticed him and gave him a brief head nod, in attempt to greet him.
Ichigo looked back at the couch where he sat, where Rukia was fixing her make up.
"I've known 'er since I was a kid. She'll each ya alive." Renji spoke, tearing Ichigo from his gaze and he nodded.
Then he noticed Gunter practically dragging Rangiku down into the basement, they both had looks of lust on their faces.
"Those two can't keep their hands off each other, it's pretty gross after a while. But hey what're ya gonna do, Gunter's attracted to her, and Rukia's attracted to you." Renji continued speaking, his eyes on Ichigo's line of sight.
Ichigo shifted to look at a guy, who was staring at him with a grin. Ichigo turned away blushing a bit.
"And he's attracted to you Ichigo. Eh, who am I to judge who exactly people are attracted to? Beer?" Renji finished up with a slight chuckle then placed his hand on Ichigo's shoulder.
"Yeah, thanks Renji." Ichigo smiled and nodded, grabbing the beer. He opened it up and began to drink out of it. Renji gave his shoulder a reaffirming pat then he headed back to the couch.
Ichigo didn't pursue the guy that was giving him looks, but opted to finish his beer and enjoy the music provided.
Grimmjow looked out the window noticing that Gunter and Ichigo finally left for the party. He slipped into bed with Nel, and pressed his nose to hers in attempt to kiss her.
She pulled back and sat the book she was reading down on the nightstand with a soft scoff.
"Grimmjow what the hell are you doing, I'm reading."
"I'm trying to make love to my wife. Do you not want to?"
"No, no that's not it at all. It was just so sudden, and outta the blue. We haven't made love months. But, sure lets do it."
"Fuck it. I'm not in the mood anymore. I'm tired. Goodnight Nelliel."
Nel shrugged and grabbed her book to continue reading, while Grimmjow turned his back to her and opted to sleep.
He missed the connection he used to have with is wife, not just physically but emotionally. They seemed to just be together for the sake of the kids. Grimmjow wanted to make things work with Nel, but it was obvious that she was content with the way things were.
Something definitely had to change, or else he wouldn't be able to stay like this anymore.
He shut his eyes, and easily drifted off into a slumber.
The party dissipated, and Ichigo waited at the door as Gunter said goodbye to Rangiku. They were practically eating each other's lips, and it made Ichigo sick. "Gunter, lets go." Gunter chuckled and broke away from Rangiku and nodded.
"I do have to go unfortunately, but I'll see ya tomorrow. Alright?" He winked at the female and she teasingly bit into her bottom lip and nodded.
"Yeah, tomorrow Big Blue. Nice meeting you Ichigo." Rangiku spoke as she escorted the men out the door.
"God, she is perfect isn't she?" Gunter spoke as he hopped into the drivers seat of the car.
"She sure is something else bro." Ichigo stepped into the passengers seat of the car, and Gunter proceeded to drive them both home, as the morning light was already beginning to shine. The drive home was silent, and to be frank it was a bit awkward.
"You tired Carrot Top?" Gunter spoke breaking the dreadful silence.
"Nah, I'm still good. You?" Ichigo responded, a bit thankful for the bits and pieces of the conversation.
"I'm straight. Wanna do something fun?" Gunter looked over at Ichigo and grinned, and Ichigo nodded with a grin of his own.
"YOOOHOOO!" Gunter screamed out as he dove into the lake.
Ichigo laughed and did a cannon ball after him. "Fuck man this water is freezing!"
"I know haha that's the best part!" Gunter yelled out and began swimming backwards.
Ichigo easily caught up with him with a simple stroke. The water, like painting was another means of escape for him. It was open. It was free. It was forgiving. It was cleansing. It was nonjudgmental. It was a place where Ichigo could excel.
After what seemed an entire practice, they got out of the lake and headed into the lake house to change.
Gunter spoke to prevent silence as they changed, "So what do you think of Rukia?" He wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled off his shorts, then grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on. He took the towel off and tossed it to the ground.
"Oh she was cool, and kinda nice but really aggressive." Ichigo simply pulled down his swim shorts leaving him completely bare, Gunter turned around unknowingly to get an eyeful of a naked Ichigo which he soon regretted.
"Ah, c'mon man you can't be all willy nilly with you little willy." Gunter turned around and proceeded to slip on his shirt.
"Its not like you havent seen a naked guy before, you used to shower with dudes on the football team."
"Yeah? Doesn't mean I'm some sorta fag, that likes lookin' at dudes junk. Keep yourself covered up. Use a sock, or a pair of pants or a towel or something."
Ichigo sighed softly to himself and slipped on his own pair of pants, and a shirt. "Alright, fine sorry man."
"S'all good bro. I'm sure mom made breakfast lets go eat yeah?"
Ichigo nodded and followed Gunter from the lake house, to the actual house where indeed Nel had made French toast.
Gunter, Ichigo and Menoly sat on one side of table while Grimmjow sat at one foot of the table, and Nel had set her own plate at opposite foot of the table.
Nel stood between Menoly and Gunter holding the plate of French toast as the men spoke.
"So I set our tee time for noon, so bring your golf clubs and dress accordingly guys."
"God damnit Grimmjow, do you always have to talk about golf! Can we talk about something else for a change? I mean its not like our entire world revolves around golf!" Nel spoke with a bit of venom in her voice.
Grimmjow responded, "Sorry I guess, doing the same thing over and over can be pretty mundane yes?" he spoke sardonically, with a scoff.
"It's better than doing things all of the sudden, without any sort of notification."
"You just said you wanted things to change Nelliel, why are you being so difficult?"
"You know what forget I said anything! Who wants more French toast?"
Menoly raised her hand as if she were in school and spoke, "Mom, you haven't given us any French toast yet."
Nel nodded, and sighed then began passing out French toast to everyone.
Ichigo and Gunter gave each other a strange look then shrugged, "Alright sorry mom we won't talk about golf. What're you and Barbie doing today?"
"I'm taking her to the beach today." Nel sighed, and sat down on the opposite side of the table.
Grimmjow wanted to give his wife a piece of his mind, but he couldn't. He just shrugged it off. And drank from his coffee cup. It would be best not to start arguing, not in front of the kids at least.
The rest of breakfast was spent in silence, aside from the words of appreciation from everyone for the meal. When breakfast finished, the men got up and went to get ready to play golf.
They loaded their things into the truck and then they drove to Grimmjow's golf course.
Grimmjow grabbed a 9-iron for his starting hit. He held the grip between his hands so that his arms were y-shaped, he retracted the club back ninety degrees, then he clocked the ball with the head of the club. He hit farther than he expected, though the ball was still in a reasonable range. Ichigo had never hit a golf ball in his life, so he watched Grimmjow's form, and wanted it to match his own.
"Not bad old man." Gunter teased, which caused Grimmjow to flip him off.
Gunter grabbed the same type of golf club from his bag and followed through with what his father did hitting the ball in a similar direction, and a reasonable length away.
"Just imagine that you're the club Carrot Top. You got this." Gunter spoke carefully, and encouraging.
Ichigo grabbed the same iron as the other's did, and took the form that they did. He missed the first time, so he steadied his stance and tried again. He swung once more, and missed for the second time. He was growing embarrassed, and slightly frustrated. He wildly swung his club back and he finally hit the ball, though it was out of bounds and it didn't count.
"Dude, you suck." Gunter chuckled , making special note to Ichigo. Ichigo was already getting upset, so he just took a slow breath and put another ball in position.
Grimmjow watched carefully at his form, and before Ichigo could hit the ball Grimmjow stopped him.
"Ichigo stop. Your stance, and your form is all wrong. You're too tense." He spoke calmly, then he grabbed the club from Ichigo and sat it flat on the ground. "Position your feet shoulder length apart, and keep them faced adjacent to where you want to hit. You've got to relax your shoulders and straighten your back." Grimmjow went behind Ichigo, and placed his hands on his shoulders, then trailed down his back then both of his strong hands slipped down to steady his hips. Then he gave Ichigo an encouraging pat on his rear, and Ichigo's mind went nuts.
"King, it's like an earthquake in here! Tha' fuck is goin' on out there?" Shiro screamed in Ichigo's mind.
It's not my fault Shiro, he's touching me. And grabbing me, and helping me. And sweet kami he smells so good. He's so strong. And he touched my ass Shiro. I'm getting excited.
"I'm glad yer getting' yer emotions out, but c'mon get it together! I'm dyin' here!"
Sorry Shiro, I'll get it under control.
Ichigo took a deep breath and focused on what Grimmjow told him. Grimmjow walked away from Ichigo to grab the golf cart, which was in Ichigo's line of sight. He hit the golf ball, and it went in the correct direction.
"Dad look out!" Gunter shouted out as the golf ball went flying in his direction.
Grimmjow didn't move away in time, and was hit in the shoulder with the golf ball.
"Ah, fuck! That hurt."Grimmjow rubbed his shoulder to slightly comfort himself, Ichigo ran out in his direction, with Gunter soon behind him.
"I'm so sorry Grimmjow I-I didn't mean to hit you!" Ichigo pleaded.
"Damn dad, you're like the perfect target." Gunter laughed out.
Grimmjow gave a coy smirk then shook his head, "It's okay Ichigo, just be more careful. Next aim at the asshole who looks like me eh?"
Ichigo chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck, all while nodding. "Yeah, I'll make sure to do that."
"You hit me with a golf ball and I swear it'll be World War III in this bitch." Gunter said with a slight sting to his words.
Ichigo laughed and stepped into the golf cart with Grimmjow, while Gunter got into his own and they drove off to continue their game.
As the game progressed Ichigo got better. And when the game ended he ended up tying with Gunter.
"Yo Ichigo, I've gotta go. Rangiku want's to hang out.I'll see ya later man!" Gunter spoke then rushed off towards the direction of Rangiku's car. Ichigo nodded, and waved towards Rangiku who honked in response.
"What ever happened to bros before hoes?" Grimmjow joked, which caused Ichigo to hysterically laugh. He tried to answer the question, which caused him to double over and laugh even harder. As his laughter died down he noticed Grimmjow was watching him. He felt his face light up, and he shrugged.
"Lets go and get some lunch? Give us some time to hang out and talk. Just the two of us. My treat." Grimmjow offered, Ichigo was feeling a bit hungry so he nodded.
Grimmjow drove Ichigo to a local traditional German bistro. They both ordered pasta, with the dish mauttaschen, with lots of honey wheat bread, and a small side of soup. Grimmjow ordered strawberry flavored bock and Ichigo ordered a Munchner helles to drink.
Since they were alone, they ate in silence and saved the conversation for when they were finished.
"That was really good, Grimmjow. Is this how Germans eat all the time?"
"Yeah for the most part, but Gunter and Menoly don't really have the taste for it. I'm only half German, while Nelliel is full German." Grimmjow explained while finishing the last drop of his lager.
"Oh, what's your other half?" Ichigo asked.
"Japanese." Grimmjow finished with a chuckle. "Strange combination, I know."
Ichigo smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Just a little bit."
Grimmjow gave a slight chuckle, then struck up another topic. "So, you want to be a painter. Is it only landscape or what?"
"Actually, I prefer painting people. Still life is just too boring for me."
"Ah. You know there's an art gallery that just opened, if you'd like to go I'd be more than happy to take you."
"I'd love to go." Ichigo smiled.
"Alright, lets get outta here then." Grimmjow sat up from his chair, which Ichigo followed and they got back into the truck and drove off.
Ichigo was looking at a certain piece of art, it was abstract and it just spoke to him. The lines were so strong and yet so vivid it was if they told a story. The jagged red lines represented anger, the grey cloudy background represented confusion, and the blue straight lines simply calmed the entire piece. He picked it up off the wall, and walked over to the register.
"Can I buy this please?"
The cashier nodded, "That piece in particular is $5687.98." Ichigo's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Oh never mind, I don't really need it. Its way too much."
Grimmjow interjected and presented the cashier with his credit card. "He'll take it."
"Grimmjow I can't let you do this." Ichigo said with an appreciative smile.
"You can pay me back when you're a famous painter, deal?" Grimmjow extended his hand out and Ichigo accepted it and shook it.
"Deal." The cashier carefully put the painting in the bag, and Ichigo carried it out the store.
Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off Grimmjow on the drive home, he was simply perfect. He was generous, he was funny, he was attractive, he was mature, he was simply Grimmjow.
Grimmjow turned his head to look at Ichigo, then he spoke, "Wanna see the best view in this entire city?"
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, "Why not?"
Grimmjow drove them, to the top of the hill a few miles away from their house. With the view, they could see the lake, his house, the golf resort, and simply the greenery.
They got out of Grimmjow's truck and laid next to each other on the hood of the car, just to simply look at the sky. It was a mix of colors; streaks of pink, splotches of blue, painted areas of grey clouds. They both just watched as the sun set, and the night sky emerged.
"Grimmjow, this is just…beautiful." Ichigo said his voice wavering a bit, slow tears coming from his eyes.
Grimmjow reached his hand over and brushed the tears away, then simply nodded his head with a soft smile.
"It's where I come to think, and just escape from everyone. No one else knows about this place. Not Nel, not Gunter, not Menoly, no one."
Ichigo nodded understanding that this place had to stay a secret. "I won't tell anyone I promise."
"Thanks' for understanding, Ichi." Grimmjow said casually.
Ichigo felt himself blush once more, at the nickname Grimmjow decided to give him. He needed to change the subject.
"Grimmjow, do you ever question your marriage?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't Ichi. I married right outta high school, I know I did the right thing by staying with Nel when I got her pregnant with Gunter. I know I love her, its just sometimes I think I rushed it. I never had anytime to grow, and experience things. Having a kid and getting married kinda forces you to grow up much quicker than you'd think. I envy you. You've go your youth, you've got so much to experience, so much to do, and you still have all the time in the world. I'm thirty five, married, I got two kids, and I've got more money than I know what to do with. I can't experience anything more, as much as I'd like to I can't."
Ichigo nodded, he understood everything Grimmjow was saying. It was sort of like what Shiro was saying. He had spent so much time repressing his sexuality, he never had time to actually have fun, and experience what things were like with another guy. He never even thought to be with himself.
"See we're both trapped. I'm stuck by the restraints of my father, and you're restrained by marriage. I mean I want to experience things but, honestly I don't think I'm ready for them. When my mom died, I lost myself. I found myself with painting, and my father absolutely despises it. Sometimes I feel like he blames me for my mother's death, and in a strange way he wants me to be miserable."
"Ichi don't say that, no father wants their son to be miserable. They only want them to grow, and to succeed. Your father is hurt, and he misses his wife. And its ridiculous to blame yourself for your mother's death, its not your fault, and it never will be."
Ichigo couldn't help the stream of tears which started to erupt from his eyes, he couldn't hold back anymore. There was finally someone who understood.
"Grimmjow, I'm also trapped in fear. I fear that once Gunter realizes that I'm gay, he won't talk to me anymore. He'll grow to hate me for lying to him, and the one friend that I had is just…gone." Ichigo sat up to bury his face in his lap, to quiet his cries.
Grimmjow scooped him into his arms and held him tight.
"Gunter loves you Ichigo, and no matter how much he may deny it he needs you too. You've got nothing to fear, I didn't raise a homophobe, I raised a Jaegerjacques. We're prideful, strong, and pretty damn sexy if I can say so myself." Grimmjow chuckled softly, and Ichigo raised his head from his knees, and chuckled as well. His sobs slowly came to a stop, and Grimmjow wiped his tears away once again with his calloused palm. Ichigo stayed in Grimmjow's arms, not wanting to move. Time seemed to stop, and for once everything just felt right.
"Thank you Grimm. You're very wise."
"No problem man, lets go home before it gets too late."
"King there's no denying' it. Yer fallin' for 'em."
"I know Shiro, and I don't care if he never knows."
They arrived at the house and Ichigo scrambled out of the car, with his artwork in hand, then he headed into the house.
Grimmjow rested his forehead on the steering wheel, and gave a weary sigh.
Why were things so confusing right now? Why did he want to protect the young man so much? Why did it hurt him to see the man hurt? Why did those few moments he held holding the man feel so perfect?
"Damn it. DAMN IT!" He angrily punched the horn of the car causing it to honk loudly. Frankly he didn't really give a fuck. Everyone was probably asleep anyway.
Grimmjow walked into the house, and quietly closed the door. When he saw Ichigo in the kitchen he decided to join him.
"Hey Grimmjow, I'm making a sandwich before I go to bed. Want one?" Ichigo spoke quietly as his voice often carried.
"No, no its fine. But, I've got something I need to tell you Ichi." Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck and walked closer to Ichigo until, he was pressed up against the counter. "Ichigo, I think-I think I might be-"
Ichigo cut him off and nodded. "I know Grimmjow."
Grimmjow rested his head on Ichigo's shoulder, it felt so good to finally say something to someone. He wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist and held him tight. They stayed tangled against each other for a few more moments, then slowly pulled away.
Ichigo couldn't believe what he just heard. He had his suspicions but never did he believe that they would be true. He looked up to see Grimmjow's blue eyes soft, and vulnerable with his own.
"Do it my King."
It was then he found his lips pressed against Grimmjow's, but only for a brief second. Grimmjow pulled away, then aggressively went in for another kiss. This time their mouth's were locked, and their tongues were sliding against each other. Ichigo didn't know what he was feeling but he liked it, and he wanted more of it.
"Shiro, help me please."
Shiro grinned wickedly, and gladly took control of Ichigo's body. "Thought you'd ne'er ask."
The kiss broke between the two men, and Grimmjow's eyes met with Ichigo's. They flashed a light brown, before turning gold. He picked Ichigo up and carried him to the guest bedroom, and closed the door.
Okay ALOOOOOOOOT just happened here. But eh? What can I say inspiration struck me. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading, oh and don't forget to review. If you guys like it, I'll finish it up, if not I'll just leave it.
Arigatou - Japanese for thank you
Maultaschen- German equivalency of ravioli's
Bock- Strong German Lager
Munchner helles- Light German Lager
One final note…The legal age to drink in Germany is indeed 16.