Bleach: Looking for a Fight

At the beckoning of light streaming through the window, Grimmjow reluctantly awoke with a groan. This was, indeed, a situation he was not used to. Blinking away what grogginess he felt, the Espada sat up on his elbows and took a look at the sleeping form next to him. He mused a moment, thinking about the events of the night prior.

Looking for a fight, the blood-lusting Espada had entered the material world with the intention of starting a fight with his favorite punching bag. It was nothing, trying to find the redhead. When he did, he carelessly kicked in the glass window, which littered Ichigo’s bed and floor with shards and splinters. The redhead was anything but excited to see him, and even less pleased at the method of Grimmjow’s entrance. Ichigo had yelled; Ichigo had cursed. Yet, it didn’t go further downhill. Somewhere in the middle of his taunts and Ichigo’s complaints at his broken window, the situation derailed. In just a few quick moments, the two went from being at each other’s throats to being all over each other.

So here he was, waking up in a glass riddled bed. Bruised, but no longer bleeding. Ichigo didn’t seem to be in a better condition. At this realization about his current bedmate, Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk. It was his doing. However, when the teenager in question awoke and soon returned the Espada’s look, he defaulted back to his normal aggressive self.

Ichigo, also returning to how he was before their night together, scowled. “You’re still here?” The redhead, though, was actually surprised that the Espada hadn’t left as soon as he was able. Though, he was secretly quite glad to see him.

“I figured I’d stay and kick your ass when you woke up,” Grimmjow offered with a toothy smirk.

Ichigo scoffed even though he was smirking right back, “Shove it, Grimmjow. I have to go school.” He got up, and inspected his wounds. Every now and then, he’d attempt to pick a stray shard of glass that had found its way in his flesh. Many of the inflicted wounds were visible, even if he were to wear a shirt, but luckily he could always give the excuse of being in a scuffle at some point. Nobody would suspect anything else.

The Espada was not pleased with the answer, “Fuck that, Kurosaki!” School? Why the hell would he want to waste his time?

“Maybe later,” the teen smirked and headed off to shower and get ready for school.

In the other’s absence, Grimmjow finally got off the bed and put on his clothes as he found them. Well, hell. Now this was boring! Finding that he’d rather not wait around as his rival of sorts got ready and definitely not while he was off at school, the Espada milled around the room for a few minutes before begrudgingly leaving to find something to fight.

Beating some hollows around was boring, since snowballs had a better chance in hell than they had with the sexta espada. Kicking just one around was enough to piss him off at the lack of a quarrel in the material world. Sure, he could go back to Hueco Mundo but he wanted to pick a fight with Kurosaki as soon as possible and, well, it would be a pain being scolded once he got back there. Finally, he resolved to finding the bastard redhead.

Hunting down the school, he took to lounging on the roof. Of course, the Espada would love to crash in there, kick around people enough to piss Ichigo off to the point of a real good fight. It was a good idea, so he sho--

A shriek crashed Grimmjow’s train of thought and forced his attention to snap toward the source. Nobody was supposed to be able to see him, so what the hell? Settling his scowling gaze on the brunette at the rooftop’s entrance, the kid was really freaking out.

“Wh-wh-who the hell are you?!” the loudmouthed kid stammered and screamed, pointing his finger with a trembling arm. This guy was giving him a bad feeling, and he looked scary to boot!

The Espada spat to his side and stood up, hands in his pockets. “Oi, do you know Kurosaki?”

This question only seemed to set him off, “Of course! But what do you want with him? Oh no! You must be the punk that beat him up! What do you want? If it’s money or something, I’m sure that he’ll pay you back! Oh god, don’t kill him, okay?!” The brunette pleaded, wiggling and flailing and acting like it was absolutely the end of the world for his friend.

The scowl only intensified. What the hell was this kid going on about? Killing him would probably be the best damned thing that ever happened to, well, probably anyone stuck with this kid! Though, when he was just about to either cero the annoying bastard or maybe cut him in two, that familiar redhead came up behind him.

“What are you screaming about, Keigo?” Ichigo looked quite annoyed at his friend. That is, until he looked over and realized just who the brunette was screeching to. Grimmjow. Now, instead of annoyance toward Keigo, he quickly went to protection mode. “What the hell are you doing here, Grimmjow?”

“Tch, I’m here to kick your ass around,” the Espada grinned viciously.

Ichigo sent a glance toward Keigo, before returning his attention upon the Espada. He could fight, but he still wanted to keep his well-guarded secret to himself. He didn’t want Keigo--or anyone for that matter--to know that he was anything but what they knew in his ‘normal’ life. The redhead was ready to force his soul out of his body to fight, but it wasn’t something he wanted to do. Thus, he tried to avoid the inevitable fight until it was more convenient. “Later, Grimmjow.” Ichigo smirked, “I’ll kick your ass later, don’t worry. I just gotta finish some things.”

The blue-haired arrancar laughed derisively, “Fine, but you better give me one hell of a fight or I’ll rip you the hell apart! I’ll be waiting, Kurosaki!” He turned and took a seat back on the ledge, that grin never disappearing for a moment.

Knowing that Grimmjow was not one for patience, Ichigo just hoped that he could hang on long enough for the classes to be over. Because of all his absences since becoming a substitute shinigami, he could hardly afford  to miss class to fight a fight that could be put off a little longer. He was itching for the prospective fight, but it had to wait. To avoid it starting up, he grabbed the confused and frightened Keigo by the wrist and quickly tried to lead him back down the stairs. The group would just have to meet elsewhere for lunch - he’d hate to think how Inoue and Chad would react to the Espada sitting on the roof and watching them with a lust for bloodshed. Especially Inoue.

Finally being able to gather the group out under a tree, Ichigo felt he could relax just a bit. Though, Keigo was restless after seeing what he saw, and kept glancing up at the rooftop. He felt a little bad that the brunette was worried for him, but at least he had avoided Grimmjow killing the poor guy.

Keigo scooted up to Ichigo, “Hey, Ichigo!” He was energetic, but still was obviously bothered. “Who was that guy, huh? He’s not any punk that I’ve heard about! Is he a new guy? Oh! Or did you invade his territory and pissed him off and now he’s out for blood?!” Oh, Keigo’s imagination. He was also starting to gesture a bit to accompany his questioning. No doubt, the brunette was inventing a crazy story with pictures in his mind.

“Yeah, that.” Ichigo mumbled, not wanting to explain in detail about the Espada, hollows, shinigami, and what he had to do with them.

The brunette gasped, “You’re screwed, Ichi! You better try to avoid him, ‘cause he looks really tough! Not to mention what he did to you yesterday!” Immediately, he latched onto Ichigo and wiggled around.

Ichigo was tired of hearing Keigo screech and try to convince him to run away from the fight. More so, he cursed the fact that Grimmjow would bother coming to his school to find him and try to bait him into fighting. Now one of his friends knew of this guy and-- Wait. Keigo was able to see the prick? How could he? Well, that was certainly a problem! This meant that he couldn’t risk using his shinigami form around Keigo, and he wondered about his other friends. After all, he had been told at one point that he was the reason that Inoue and Chad were able to do the things they could. It didn’t sit well with him, since that just meant that his other friends could be in significant amounts of danger too.

The rest of the school day, the substitute shinigami was on edge. After all, Grimmjow could decide at any time that he was sick of waiting and would charge in and try to drag him into a fight! He was surprised enough that he’d waited this long, anyway. Not to mention that he was hoping the Espada wasn’t still sitting impatiently on the roof. Who knows what could happen if someone like Keigo unwittingly wandered to the roof and pissed off the man they couldn’t see!

As soon as the school session was over, Ichigo quickly left after telling everyone he had to hurry because his family was expecting him early and that he had a lot to do. In truth, obviously, it was because he had to satiate the blood-lusting bastard’s need to fight. And that very bastard wasn’t about to wait either.

By use of sonido, Grimmjow appeared not to far away from Ichigo. “Your time’s up, Kurosaki!” A challenging and vicious grin proved his remaining desire to fight. After all, he had been waiting all damn day for this! “And don’t be giving me any bullshit that you have more you’ve gotta do! You’re gonna fight me, even if I have to beat you to an inch of your life before you even try!”

“Yeah,” the redhead smirked. “But, I have to get home and get out of this body before that.”