Authors Note: I'm really sorry it took so long to update this. its been nagging me ever since my old laptop flipped its shit on me and deleted alot of my stories. oh well, I hope you all like this... and Please forgive me for late update. Review for my sanity, please let me know this is worth it. I'm getting negatives from everywhere, Need yall to boost my confidence so I can get back into it. Thank you for those of you who waited for me to update, who followed and gave me hope to keep going. PM me if you have any questions, comments, or anything to help me out. Love you forever~ ;u;

DISCLAIMER: FLUFF, YAOI, SADNESS AND A LITTLE CURSING.

Ichigo awoke to a quiet murmur of the TV-set, unsure of when the thing had even been turned on. He sighed, stretching slightly, his body aching a little from his awkward nap on the couch. He half crawled off the accursed bright beige-if you could consider it bright from its cleanliness- sofa. He yawned, cringing as his spine made popping sounds when he stood. he rubbed his eyes, walking forward into a wall of sheer muscle for the second time in the same night. "Goddammit, you're a fucking walking wall," the Orangette said, looking up at Grimmjow and taking the offered hand.

Grimmjow sighed inwardly, seeing Ichigo's odd demeanor kinda fucked with him. 'What the fuck could be bugging the kid so bad?' he thought, coming from the kitchen to get the younger man. Ichigo ran straight into him, landing on his ass for the second time, Grimmjow again offering a hand up. he ignored the comment, pulling the Substitute Shinigami off the floor a bit harder than he meant to. Ichigo stumbled forward, momentum carrying him to land right against the blue-haired man's chest. A faint whiff of musk and blueberries drifted through Ichigo's senses, a strange, sweet but strong scent causing the smaller man to blush. "Sorry," he mumbled as he righted himself. Grimmjow just shrugged, reluctantly letting go of Ichigo's hand. "Shit happens, Berry. Come eat so that fucking creeper boss of ours can't get prissy with us."
They stepped into the kitchen, settling across from another at the table where Grimmjow had set two bowls of freshly prepared ramen, apparently made from scratch. Ichigo took a tentative bite, eyes snapping open wide with surprise. "This...This is amazing! How, where did you learn to cook?!" The Blunette shrugged, "I just know how...its pretty fucking weird, but it seems easy for me." They ate in silence, the few attempts at conversation made by both of them were awkward to say the least.

"How did you end up working for Urahara...?" Ichigo asked, half finished with his dinner. Grimmjow sighed, "I owe him for taking my wounded ass in and taking care of me. He even made me a gigai so I wouldn't die as I was." Ichigo choked on a piece of egg, staring at Grimm with wide eyes. The bigger man jumped out of his seat, realizing the poor Orangette was turning a bit blue. He thumped him on the back hard, then gently rubbed Ichigo's back as the smaller male turned the right color. "T-Thanks," Ichigo coughed out, reaching a hand back and patting Grimmjow's arm.

Grimmjow blinked, feeling a slight electric shock from the spot Ichigo touched him. He went back to his seat, frowning slightly.
Ichigo sipped the broth for a little, taking his time with the food more so to prevent choking again. "So, what has you depressed?" Grimmjow asked casually, his rumbling baritone washing over the substitute Shinigami like a wave of plesant music to his ears. Ichigo stiffened slightly, "Nothing...why do you ask?" A loud thunk drew Ichigo's attention, and he looked up to see Grimmjow's forehead resting in a new indent in the mahogany table. 'That had to hurt...' he thought, freezing as cerulean eyes locked onto his. "Look B-...Ichigo. You ought to be running around being a dumb kid making dumb decisions and smiling like an idiot all fucking day long. Or atleast not looking like a drowned rat that got kicked into a gutter." Ichigo blinked slightly, scowling and getting ready to yell when Grimmjow held up a hand, silencing him. "Shut it, I'm not done talking." The orangette scowled even more, tapping a foot impatiently.

The Ex-Espada continued, "What happened to that cocky asshole who nearly ended my ass in Hueco Mundo? Where's that fucking fire that I saw when you fought? You were like a fucking Sun in the midst of a dark void, people fuckin' clung to you, looked up to you and you fucking lead the charge, all out fucking bad-assery to save your friends." Ichigo blinked, taken aback, unable to think of anything to say. "Where the fuck is that Kid? The one who gave me this?" Grimmjow tugged open the top few buttons on his shirt, revealing the great scar across his chest. "All I see you do is mope and sulk like a fucking beaten kit. Get it the fuck together, because this sad fuck in front of me is some dumb kid. The MAN who fought me, a King as an equal and made me fall, I want to see him come back." Grimmjow got up after his little speech, dropping his dishes into the sink and leaving Ichigo to ponder his words. The Blunette vanished into the Living room as Ichigo sat before his cooling ramen, lost in thought.

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