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Panther's Tale CH. 7Panther's Tale CH. 7 by ART9807
Panther's Tale CH. 7
'trust in me to protect you'
The next day Ichigo awoke before Grimmjow. His chocolate eyes glanced over the form of his sleeping companion. His eyes took in the light twitches of his closed eyes, the way the light drifted in from the window and seemed to caress Grimmjow's tan, soft skin, and how his chest rise and fell with his slow breathes indicative of a deep sleep. A soft smile overtook Ichigo's face as he stared before glancing at the clock. The sun had just barely begun to rise and the click confirmed his early morning awakening.
He slid his body gently out of bed, hoping to leave his 'mate' asleep. Who knows when Grimmjow would be able to enjoy such an easy sleep in a plush bed, rid of nightmares that had haunted him for so long.
Ichigo grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, hoping to enjoy a long, hot shower before being trapped in the wasteland of Hueco Mundo with no water to clean oneself. He stripped of his clothes, turned the water to hot, and step
Restaurants, pasta, and messes Ichigo hummed along with the song that was blasting from his earbuds as he walked down a quiet street in karakura. Well..It was quiet.Restaurants, pasta, and messes by BleachBaby1525
"Oh for..." A cream colored hand reached up, yanking the earbud out of the orange haired mans left ear. "KUROSAKI!"
"AH! Grimmjow!? WHAT THE HELL!"
"I was calling you dumass!"
"Well obdviously I couldn't hear you over my music!"
"Which is exactly why I pulled out your headphone. Problem solved." Grimmjow said falling in step next to Ichigo.
Ichigo scowled and scoffed. "You're a jackass. Anyways what do you want, we're supposed to hate eachother remember?"
"So you're saying you DON'T hate me?"
"I never said that!"
"Oh? then we still hate each other." he stated.
"Well yeah but...Ugh! Why are you so difficult!?"
Grimmjow ignored him. "If you still hate me then there'll be no confusion."
"Confusion? What're you talking about Grimmjow?"
"Saturday. We, as in you and me, are going out
GrimmIchi: All I Want 1 of 2Ichigo Kurosaki collapsed onto the unfamiliar mattress, panting from exertion.GrimmIchi: All I Want 1 of 2 by caribouandcake615
A slight thud beside him and the resulting quaking of the bed announced that the other on the strange bed had done the same. Espresso-colored eyes cornered to see the lanky body beside his, bare and gleaming with sweat, just as his was. The only difference was the other body had a slackness to it that spoke of satisfaction, and his was still tense, the muscles tight despite the recent physical apex he had just reached.
"Shit Kurosaki, you really are flexible," a silvery voice said, full of mirth. Large hands reached out to entangle themselves in Ichigo's bright sunset hair, the other nuzzling into the locks that still smelled so divine despite the moisture that dampened them.
Ichigo didn't say anything, just hummed in response, and when his partner captured his lips in a sloppy, wet kiss he could've screamed in disappointment.
No fireworks, no cupids singing, not even a tiny spark. There was
GrimmIchi: All I Want 2 of 2The following night, Ichigo was in front of the floor-length mirror in his bedroom, turning to the side and then to the other, trying to see himself from every possible angle.GrimmIchi: All I Want 2 of 2 by caribouandcake615
He was dressed to kill in a long-sleeved black, Bauhaus shirt that was slightly too big on him, so much so that on his left side the sleeve slid down to expose the creamy, peachy skin of his shoulder. He had paired that with tight (obviously) dark gray, distressed jeans and bright orange Converse sneakers to match his hair, of course, which he had spent a good thirty minutes tousling to imperfect perfection. He had even put in the nose stud he never really wore in his left nostril, which he had gotten pierced on his fifteenth birthday. The metal thing glinted in the dim lighting of his room, drawing your eye towards his expressive, deep fawn brown orbs and it even made the freckles he so abhorred look like they were meant to be there.
Long story made short, he was drop dead sexy. Like, even more so than usual.
Give InOne could frankly call him a ‘sourpuss’ when it comes down to the joy of the holidays near the end of the year and the beginning of the next. He never has been one to get truly excited for decorating a tree or even giving someone a small token of appreciation. In fact, as the years have dwindled on in the young man’s life he’s found that he has very little appreciation for anyone around him. To him; they’re weak, sniveling, snot rags that have nothing better to do than find an excuse to be even more fake than usual.Give In by x-shadowed-dawn-x
Living on the streets and in orphanages from the ripe age of the six could have something to do with it. He’s never had anyone to take care of him or for him to take care of in return. He’s always simply looked out for himself with a scowl engraved on his sharp countenance. Which is exactly why the young man that’s taken an interest in him has no idea about any of his past, not knowing that what the young man’s
Dreams of Color and SnowBleach is (c) Kubo. Tite Views expressed herein are exclusively thoseDreams of Color and Snow by SchizoIori
of the author who is making no profit from this fanwork.
Dreams of Color and Snow
For the longest time since the winter war Ichigo had been
plagued with dreams about Grimmjow. At first the dreams focused on
the fighting and violence between the two, but then they started to
shift. The first change had been the more in depth views of
Grimmjow's pained angry expression as he'd been defeated. The next
change had been conjuring up images of the two of them just sitting
next to each other in Hueco Mundo, nothing happening, just staring up
at the eternal night. That change hadn't really made that much of an
impression other than he found it strange that they weren't fighting.
When the dreams had turned to Grimmjow getting along with him
and even seemingly having innocent fun, Ichigo was thoroughly
confused. He'd never seen the other in such a light and wondered why
he was dreaming of the violent arrancar in such a tame man