Yay!! I'm finally making a story about my favorite pairing EVAH!! GrimmIchi!!!!!!! YAAAAAAY!!! So please enjoy!!

Also, this will be a LONG story~

*le gasp* I've never done a long story in fanfiction, so this'll be fun!!

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Vermilion High Chapter 1

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A blur of orange flew down the street, towards the hospital. It skidded to a stop in front of the doors, bursting through them, and running down a few hallways. When it stopped the blur turned into a teenager, his body thin and muscular underneath his tight, red shirt. His bright, orange hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, his chest heaving as he entered through the last doorway.

"Dad! I need to talk to you!" He yelled, crossing over to a thinly bearded man sitting behind a desk. The man just stood, jumped over the desk, and attempted to hug his fuming son…only to get kicked in the face and sent flying into the wall. He quickly composed himself and smiled goofily.

"Ichigo, my son! That was a great kick, but why are you being so mean to daddy?" He wined out the last part, trying to get up again and give his son a hug again. Ichigo just kicked him into the wall once more.

"Dad. What's this about me going to private school?" Ichigo held up the offensive notice in question to his father. On it was a place for him to sign his name, stating that he was accepting to go to this school. Isshin stared at the paper for a second, making a serious face as he thought about it. Then he smiled.

"Ah, yes. I signed you up for this private school because of your social conduct. The principle said, after your last fight, 'Either Ichigo goes to this prestigious school or I'm afraid that he'll be spending all of his remaining school days in the violence quarters.' And I didn't want my son to be sent to the school jail, so I signed you up! C'mon son, it can't be that bad! You get to stay on campus in a dorm! Like it was college!" Isshin began rambling on about his college days while Ichigo just sighed and sat down in a chair.

Getting away from this crazy man would be an immense benefit for him. He wouldn't have to put up with his odd attitude and random moments of happiness…or his random moments of worshipping the large poster of his mother in the living room at their house. He shuddered, remembering the day his mother died. Isshin had stopped talking and had apparently asked Ichigo a question because he was now staring at him intently.

"Sorry. I was…what did you say?"

"I asked what your decision would be." Isshin sat behind his desk again, giving his professional appearance as he studied his son. Ichigo sighed.

"I guess I'll go to private school." Isshin grinned and clapped his hands happily.

"Great! I've already sent your things. I just need you to give your form to the principle once you get there. I'll take you tomorrow morning. Oh! And Ichigo…"His face turned serious. "Try not to get into any more fights. If you do, I'll have no choice but to hand you over to the authorities." Ichigo paled, getting up and heading towards the door. Private school can't be too bad.

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"Good luck, my son!" Isshin called as Ichigo stepped out of the car, a scowl was all the teen had on his face. He smirked when the car drove off, glad to be rid of his annoying father. He walked across the front lawn, looking this way then that when something hit him on the head.

"Aw man! Dude, I'm so sorry!" A guy, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue wife beater, ran over to him. His long red hair waved from side to side as he stopped, bent over, and picked up the football that landed at Ichigo's feet. "Are you okay?"

Ichigo nodded, rubbing his upper arm nervously, shuffling his feet. He looked this guy over, from head to toe, taking in the guy's tan skin and brown eyes. He had black tattoos that went down his arms, like tribal markings, and some was on his face, above his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No big deal…Uhm, can you show me where the principle's office is?" He asked. Honestly, he was lost. He couldn't tell which building was the main building. The tattooed man grinned, throwing his ball in the general direction of his friends.

"Sure, dude. By the way, I'm Renji. Renji Abarai." He stuck out his hand. Ichigo took it, shaking the hand lightly. They walked towards a large building in between two separate, smaller buildings. Renji started a bit of small talk, managing Ichigo's name, his old town, and why he had been sent here. Renji patted his back at the last one, saying that everyone here is just some form of a misfit, so he'd fit in fine. With one final turn, they stopped at a door. Above the door read "Principle Yamamoto" and "Vice Principle Zangetsu". Renji opened the door.

"Here we are, Ichigo." Ichigo smiled, thankfully to him and entered the room. Renji left.

"Ah, Kurosaki. We've been expecting you." An old man, in the corner of the room, turned to look at him as he spoke, his long, white, braided beard swinging in front of him. Ichigo stiffened, noticing a presence behind him. He immediately reached into his pocket to get the form out and walked over to the long desk, turning his head to the side in time to see a guy plop down in one of the chairs. His hair was blue…

Principle Yamamoto looked over the piece of paper while Ichigo stood in front of his desk, awaiting instructions. He didn't want to obstruct on his first day. He grabbed his left bicep with his right hand, a nervous gesture.

Yamamoto put the paper in a stack next to him and signaled for Ichigo to sit down next to the other teen that had come in only moments after he had. Ichigo quietly went to sit, removing his hand from his arm and, once he sat, clasping both of his hands together in his lap. He glanced over to the other teen. 'Oh…I was wrong…his hair is teal, not blue…is that a real hair color?'

"Ichigo," His attention quickly went back to the old man. "This is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. He'll be your dorm mate. I hope you to will get along. Your things have already been sent to his room, along with a bed and a dresser. I asked him yesterday if he would clear a space for you. You did do that, didn't you Mr. Jeagerjaques?" The old man turned to the other teen.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it done, like you said. I even moved everything in." He grinned over to Ichigo. "That way you don't have to hurt your back or nothin'. That was some heavy lifting." Ichigo glared.

Zangetsu noticed the slight tension and decided to send them on their way, handing Ichigo an extra key for the room. The boys walked out of the building, both of them had their hands in their pockets. Grimmjow led the way. Ichigo didn't mind, not like he knew the way or anything. But this guy probably thinks he's a weakling or something. He lazily glared at the guy's back as they walked, that is until he turned around.

"Hey, Ichi. How come you got sent here?" Ichigo lifted an eyebrow.

"It's 'Ichigo', not 'Ichi'. And shouldn't you be watching where you're going?"

"Naw, I know this place like the back of my hand. Plus I've got something called peripheral vision. I think most of us have that, right?" He grinned and tapped his finger to the side of his head, gaining a small snicker from Ichigo.

"Okay, whatever. I'm here 'cause I got into too many fights. So what's new?" He shrugged, making Grimmjow grin even wider than before. He turned back around, digging in his pocket for his key and unlocking the door in front of him, numbered E-6.

"Welcome to my, err…our, humble abode." He stood back and held his arm out in the direction of the entryway, signaling for his new roommate to go in first. Ichigo raised his eyebrows. It was bigger than he imagined. From the doorway you could see a nice sized living room area and a kitchen on the other side. Next to the door was, what looked like, a storage closet. Ichigo had one back home, so he figured that's what it was. There was a small hallway past the living room that led to two doorways. Ichigo headed that way.

He opened the door to his right first, revealing a large bathroom, larger than he'd ever seen. The bathtub itself could probably fit five people in it. It was deep too. Against the back wall was the toilet and next to the door, on the right side, was a closed-in, standing shower. On the other side was the sink with cabinets underneath and above it. He mouthed a wow in Grimmjow's direction. Grimmjow just signaled towards the other door opposite the bathroom with another wide grin.

Ichigo walked across the narrow hallway to the other door and opened it slowly. Inside was the bedroom. To the right of him were two identical desks, lined up side-by-side. On the other side of the room were two beds and dressers, opposite each other and perfectly symmetrical. One bed was covered in dark blue, almost midnight, sheets. They looked much too large for the bed itself. Grimmjow must've had to given up a large bed to accommodate a new roommate. Ichigo made a mental note to thank him later. The only things that made the room imperfect were several cardboard boxes stacked up on the bed opposite the one with blue sheets.

"This is great~!" He practically skipped over to the bed, happily tearing into the boxes and unpacking. Grimmjow snickered, drawing the bright teen's attention from folding a pair of jeans.

"You're like a giddy school girl that just won a new, shiny car." He walked over to Ichigo, watching as the smaller teen finished folding and stuffing the jeans into a drawer.

"Well…I've never lived away from home before. This is really kind of exciting for me. To get away from my dad is paradise. He's so weird." Grimmjow laughed, stepping up next to Ichigo.

"Need any help?" Ichigo almost jumped from the close proximity, but didn't. He nodded, pointing to a box.

"Thanks…for everything actually. This is really nice. This whole thing is. I wasn't expecting a place this big. I was expecting a cramped area where we could barely move around." Grimmjow paused; looking over to Ichigo and watching him fold his clothes. He quickly turned back to unpacking Ichigo's things and setting them down on top of the dresser.

"You're welcome…I guess. Why'd you think it would be cramped?" He set down another one of Ichigo's odd knickknacks. Ichigo seemed to have a lot of weird little things. So far, Grimmjow had unpacked a glowing orb thing, magic 8-ball, a blue, glass bird, two tiger's eye stones, and a voodoo doll. On the back it read, 'Property of Yoruichi'.

Ichigo shrugged. "Dunno…I just thought that for some reason." Grimmjow held the voodoo doll in his hand, looking at the back.

"Who's Yoruichi?" Ichigo put down a black, punk shirt and looked over to him.

"Ha…I should probably give that back to her. I never actually used it on him." He mumbled the last part to himself while taking the doll and setting it down on top of one of the already empty boxes, going back to unpacking and folding.

"Who?"

"Oh, she's just a friend of the family. She loves cats for some reason…like an obsession. If you saw her house, damn. It's covered in cat stuff. I mean, I like cats too…but that's just too much…She's actually married to a friend of my dad's. She's kind of like an aunt to-…" Grimmjow put a hand on his shoulder, making him stop his sentence and look at him.

"I meant, who were you going to use it on? And for what?" Ichigo blushed, dropping the piece of clothing in his hand. The blush didn't last long though. He immediately replaced it with his trademark scowl and pushed Grimmjow's hand off his shoulder.

"That's none of your business." Grimmjow was shocked, to say the least. He turned back to unpacking Ichigo's things while Ichigo picked up what he had dropped. Silence grew between them until Grimmjow couldn't take it anymore. He growled, walking over to the other side of the room and flipped on his CD player. Crawling, by Linkin Park, sounded throughout the room.

He walked back over but stopped and watched as Ichigo's hips swayed to the music. He couldn't help it. The kid was enticing. His build was more feminine than most guys their age and he had an ass that beat any girl's Grimmjow had ever seen. It was plump, not like a guy's should be, but he was obviously a guy. His legs were long, and so was his neck.

Grimmjow quickly cut off his ogling session and made sure Ichigo hadn't noticed, which he hadn't, then walked back over the swaying teen. He grinned and leaned against the dresser, setting his arms on the top and letting his hands dangle off, watching Ichigo with the intent of him catching him. About a minute passed before Ichigo noticed. He stopped swaying and set his last piece of clothing down.

"What?" Grimmjow smirked.

"Enjoying the music, are we?" Ichigo shrugged, pulling out the drawer next to Grimmjow's hip to put that last shirt up.

"I like Linkin Park. What of it?" He gently closed the drawer after putting the shirt in, picking up the two empty boxes and walking over to the doorway, setting them down next to it. Grimmjow followed suit, after pulling out two more weird things of Ichigo's, a red, fluffy cat plushy and a black, plastic rose.

"Well. I do too, but I don't sway my hips like you were." Ichigo blushed, but quickly turned around and stuck his tongue out at the taller teen, like a child. This made Grimmjow laugh. Ichigo made his way over to Grimmjow's side of the room, looking over his CD player.

"So what else do you listen to?" Grimmjow shrugged, standing next to his bed.

"A little of this, a little of that. I like everything except for country music and annoying rap songs." Ichigo turned to him with a smile, the first true smile he's had in a while.

"Me too. Only I'd add one more thing to that 'except' list, major screamo. I like some metal, but not major screamo. It's annoying and it hurts my ears." Grimmjow laughed.

"You can say that again… Do you like the other end of the scale?" He stood up, standing next to Ichigo and sifting through his music collection. Ichigo looked confused.

"Other end?" Grimmjow popped in a CD and turned the base knob down. Soft flutes and violins sounded out the waltz. Ichigo mouthed an 'Oh'.

"I listen to classical orchestra too. Most of the time it's when I'm studying or reading. I hate silence, can't do without sound." He smiled wistfully and rubbed the back of his neck. Ichigo smiled, swaying a bit to it. When he was young, he took ballroom dance lessons. He had always liked it, for some reason. He got made fun of a lot and it made him get into plenty of fights. He also took karate.

"I like it. How much of it do you have?" He stopped his swaying and went ahead and looked through Grimmjow's collection, finding that about a third was classical and another third was rock and hard rock. The rest was random, like techno and jazz. He walked over to his last box and unloaded his CD stash. He had it all organized from loudest to softest in one of those multi-CD-holders. His held up to fifty CDs. He only had forty-seven though. He walked back over to Grimmjow and passed him the case.

"Mind if I sit down on your bed?" Grimmjow looked back up at him.

"No, go ahead." He sat down as he said that, and then patted a spot for Ichigo next to him. Ichigo sat down, crossing his legs and leaning over a bit to watch as Grimmjow flipped through his music.

Their music was almost identical, except for a few extra CDs here and there on either side. Grimmjow definitely had more classical music, but Ichigo had his fair share too. In fact, some were ones that Grimmjow didn't have himself. They ended up swapping some CDs…then found that it was kind of stupid to do so since now they live together.

"Hey, Ichi. You wanna go grab something to eat? I could introduce you to some of my friends while we're out too." Ichigo smiled and nodded. Somewhere along he got used to Grimmjow's chosen nickname for him.

"Yeah. Let's go."

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After eating out at Komamura Café the boys went back to the dorms, only going to the other end of the hallway from theirs. Grimmjow stopped in front of a black door numbered E-4 and knocked three times, paused, and then knocked once more. The door opened to reveal a very pale, thin teen. He was dressed in tight black clothing and chains dangled from his belt loops in the back. His hair was as black as night and landed loosely, and slightly mussed, around his shoulders.

"Ah. Grimmjow." He glanced over to Ichigo then moved out of the way for them to come in.

Grimmjow quickly made himself at home, plopping down on the black leather sofa in the living area. However Ichigo didn't feel too comfortable, he grabbed onto his arm, like he did earlier that day, and stood by the entrance to the room. He looked between Grimmjow and the other guy a few times before walking closer to where Grimmjow was sitting. Grimmjow sighed, irritated, then pulled Ichigo down onto the couch, making him land halfway in his lap.

"Oh. I didn't realize you brought your boyfriend over, Grimmjow." They both looked over to the raven sitting opposite them. He was smirking. "You should have told me so. I would have made tea."

Ichigo flushed, immediately pushing himself off of Grimmjow and onto the other side of the sofa while Grimmjow glared at his friend.

"He's NOT my boyfriend, Ulquiorra. He's my new roommate." At this Ichigo got up, still blushing, and walked over to Ulquiorra, thrusting out his hand.

"Ichigo Kurosaki. Nice to meet you." Ulquiorra stood up, shaking Ichigo's hand and motioning him to follow him to the other room. Ichigo followed, somewhat glad to get away from Grimmjow at that moment, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. They came back about ten minutes later with Ulquiorra holding a glass and Ichigo holding two. The strawberry handed Grimmjow one before sitting down next to him, a little closer than he should have, and began sipping on his drink. Grimmjow leaned over a little to put his lips to Ichigo's ear.

"What did you guys talk about in there? It took you forever." Ichigo paused and stared down at his drink, a bit of the blush from before came back.

"I have no idea…I kind of feel like I was just interrogated for a crime of some sort, but I can't remember anything." Before he knew it Grimmjow was pulling the collar of his shirt down. "Wait! What-…" The hand disappeared.

"Just as I thought…" He turned his attention over to the raven opposite them and raised his voice. "Ulquiorra-…"

"I like him." Ulquiorra stated. An actual smile crossed his features before he turned to Ichigo. "Welcome to Vermilion High, Ichigo."

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Ichigo settled down in the water. The tub was even larger than he thought when he first saw it. It was at least as large as a Jacuzzi and had a whirlpool option. He didn't dare use it though. Grimmjow might get mad if the power bill suddenly rose. The water felt nice. He didn't even have to lie down for it to cover his shoulders. Then he remembered what Grimmjow did earlier.

He looked down at his chest. Just under his collarbones, above his pectoral muscles, was a small, red mark. It looked almost like a hickey…

"Wait. What the hell did he do to me?!" A knock came at the door.

"Hey, Ichi! You okay in there?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine!" He started scrubbing at the spot, and sure enough, it went away. Okay…so it wasn't a hickey…what was it, then?

"Hey, Grimmjow?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what exactly Ulquiorra did to me? I had this mark on my chest." Silence came from the other end of the door. "Grimmjow?"

"He does this when he meets people. He's kinda…he's weird. Let's leave it at that. He shoots people with this…stuff that makes them tell the truth. Then when he's done with what he's doing, it makes them forget everything that they talked about………don't worry though. I don't think he raped you."

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo could hear snickering coming from the other side of the door.

"Hurry up. I wanna take a shower tonight!"

Ichigo sighed. Grimmjow might take some getting used to…and so will Ulquiorra.

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"Hey, Grimmjow?" Grimmjow turned his head from looking at the ceiling to Ichigo. The teen was standing next to the foot of his bed.

"Hmm?"

"Can I put one of your CDs on?

"Yeah, sure. You go to sleep with music?"

Ichigo shrugged, smiling wistfully while putting the CD in the player. "I guess we're kindred spirits. I can't sleep without music of some kind. I always listen to music…do you mind?"

"It depends on which CD you're putting in. If you put in Slipknot or Metallica then I'll have to change it." He chuckled, but stopped when the music started and Ichigo went back to his side of the room and got in his bed. It was Tchaikovsky. "Huh…nice choice…"

"Thanks…Good night."

"G'night, Ichi."

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Grimmjow woke up first the next day, went to take a piss, brushed his teeth, then thought he should go ahead and wake Ichigo up. After all, today was the first day of school. He made his way over to the kid's bed, only to have to stop himself from molesting him right then and there.

Ichigo was hugging onto his pillow. His legs were curled up, clenching the edge of said pillow in between his knees. He looked so innocent. All signs of stress removed from his facial features. Grimmjow pulled back a lock of his hair from his face before leaning over and putting his lips to Ichigo's ear.

Now Grimmjow was never one for subtlety. He never disguised his want for someone and he wasn't going to start now, with this kid.

Grimmjow licked at Ichigo's earlobe then bit it gently, sucking it between his tongue and top row of teeth. This effectively woke the strawberry up. In fact he woke up with a small whimper, not even realizing what Grimmjow had done. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, but by the time his eyes had adjusted, Grimmjow had backed away. He'd gotten a free-bee to keep in his mind for the day, oh joy.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty. Time to get ready for school."

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Okay…so Grimmjow is obviously wanting into Ichigo's pants…but he's not getting it right now people! I want this to be my first LONG fanfiction. So it'll be…maybe three chapters until you get some sex. ^-^

There ARE other pairings in this, by the way. And I will focus some on them, but not much. And yes, they will probably be our first sex scenes in this story.

Oh. And some of you might not know anything about classical music at all, so if you don't and you want explanations for anything, just ask. Tchaikovsky [Chai-kov-ski] is a classical orchestra composer. I'm not sure from where, but I love his music.

So have fun reading this…and review!! I love reviews!! The more I get, the faster you will get a new chapter! And maybe a cyber cookie~