Surprise

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Surprise! Chapter 6
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi and other pairings
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Ichigo’s 20th Surprise Birthday, Memories and New Beginnings
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach, wish I did! All persons written in my stories are above the age of 18. This is a fan fiction based on fictional characters that have grown older, and are of legal age. Ichigo in this story is 20.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATIION: Karin in this story is 18, I know she would not be 18, but please understand I added her to the story after already coming up with Ichigo’s age. What can I say Writer’s Liberties, I guess.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak

Surprise
Chapter Six


Back out on the dance floor, GrimmJow was in heaven. He held his dream in his arms. She was pressed up to his chest, her head tucked under his chin. He couldn’t believe he was holding her. Rukia, his little spitfire!

He remembered when he first fell for her. It wasn’t the first time they met. The first time they met he had tried to kill her. In his blood lust craze, he barely even noticed her. Rukia was just a distraction at the time. His attention was on the more powerful opponent, and that was Berry-head. That had all changed when he was sent by Aizen to monitor Ichigo’s movements.

The first time, he really saw her, was when she kicked Ichigo in the head. He thought that was fucking hysterical since he didn’t like the carrot top that much. But he also noticed that Ichigo didn’t retaliate. Ichigo was pissed, but a few minutes later they were joking around about it.

He had a hard time trying to figure out why Ichigo just didn’t kick her ass. In his world, you had to fight for dominance. You could never let your guard down or you could actually become someone else’s dinner. On that day though, he saw for the first time a thing called friendship. It transformed his world; He didn’t want to be a blood thirsty, battle hungry warrior anymore. He wanted what he saw between those two, Rukia and Ichigo. He wanted friendship and love. Unbeknownst to Rukia, she changed his life forever, and all it took was a swift kick in the head, and not even his head!

Gently swaying to the music, Rukia felt weightless, being held by his strong arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she experienced being so secure. She snuggled into his warmth, and heard a soft sound coming from the man that embraced her. It sort of sounded like a purr.

From the first moment Rukia saw him she was infatuated. She couldn’t stop thinking about him even though he had tried to kill her. There was just something about him that called to her on a primal level. He was wild, furious, and untamed! They way he talked or growled would send shivers down her spine. The way he moved, like he was stalking prey, would make her blood boil. It was like watching a caged beast. It’s so beautiful you want to reach out and touch it, but you know if you do it probably would attack you. This scares you, but at the same time temps you even more to touch it.

Rukia tried desperately to get GrimmJow out of her head, but the more she tried the more she ended up thinking about him. She would get angry at herself because she knew he was the enemy, but her brain kept on thinking about him regardless. When he first approached Ichigo about betraying Aizen, she didn’t trust him.

She was too afraid to reach into the cage, even though she really wanted to. Ichigo wasn’t afraid, not only did he let the beast out of his cage; he walked away with his back exposed to it. He had shown trust, and the trust was returned. GrimmJow was a loyal and true friend to Ichigo. Rukia realized that once again she had a choice. Would she let her fear decide what she will do, or should she take the chance and reach out to touch her dangerous temptation?

The song ended and Rukia moved away from the secure warmth. Daringly, she took his hand in hers. He didn’t pull away but entwined their fingers together as they left the dance floor. Upon returning to the bar, they caught the beginning of a conversation taking place.

Karin and Hitsugaya had just returned from Ichigo’s apartment upstairs. Hitsugaya was wearing one of Ichigo’s shirts, it was a little too big for him, but at least it wasn’t covered in Strawberry Daiquiri. Karin had accidentally spilled her drink all over his shirt and when trying to clean it up, she made even more of a mess. Ichigo was kind enough to let him borrow a shirt. Most of the couples had come back from dancing when Hitsugaya started commenting on about Ichigo’s wardrobe.

“What in the world, Ichigo, do you really need that many clothes? God, you’ve got some strange tastes.” Toushirou ran his hand through his hair. “What’s up with the see through tops and the leather pants!” He leaned up against the counter next to where Ichigo was sitting. “There was even a shirt that looked like it was made of metal. It Shimmered! I think I even saw, actually I know I saw, a pair of glossy chocolate brown pants, were those vinyl?” exasperated Toushirou as he shove his hands into his front pockets.

“Oh, you came across my club clothes.” Ichigo casually answered in response even though he was being talked over by Toushirou not even bothering to look at the Taichou.

“And don’t get me started on your taste in underwear.” Toushirou snipped.

“What the fuck, why wear you going through my underwear, ya went to get a shirt?” Ichigo head shot up and glared at him.

Hitsugaya just kept continuing his rant, not even stopping to answer Ichigo. “You have strawberry boxers, why would you have strawberry boxers?”

“They were a GIFT!” Ichigo screamed.

“You even have a thong. A THONG!” Hitsugaya proclaimed not showing any reaction to the screaming boy.

Ichigo’s face was bright red and his chest heaving from his gasping breaths, he slammed his hands down on the counter, he was so pissed. And then the embarrassment kicked in when he noticed that everyone was back from dancing and of course listening to Toushirou go off about his taste in clothes and underwear,

“God Damn It! Why were you going through my underwear? Ya, perve!” Ichigo screeched as his hands gripped his hair in his fists.

Karin butted in hoping to calm down her brother, “Ichi-nii, I wasn’t sure where you kept your shirts, so we looked in your closet and dresser.”

Making Karin recall what took place in Ichigo’s apartment, she blushed. Her and Toushirou went upstairs looking for a shirt for him. They walked into the bedroom leaving Chad in the other room. They started to look for a shirt in Ichigo’s closet, and when they came across Ichigo’s club clothes, she was completely embarrassed. But that was nothing compared to finding Ichigo’s underwear drawer, once the search moved to Ichigo’s dresser, and seeing what type of underwear he had!

She knew she must have turned three different shades of red. Finally they’d found where Ichigo kept his shirts, and Toushirou pick one he liked and thought would fit him. Then Toushirou took off his shirt! He was gorgeous. His ethereal white skin seemed to glow. His chest and stomach were defined by firm, tight muscles. She desperately wanted to run her hands over his chiseled six pack. She couldn’t believe that she stood there completely enraptured by him just taking off his shirt. He then asked her a questioned that she didn’t hear because of the sound of her blood pumping through her veins. Toushirou looked at her to see what was wrong. When his turquoise eyes met hers, she bit her lip in a nervous gesture, and a suggestive grin formed on his face.

Toushirou in his deep voice commanded, “Karin, come here.” He was so beautiful, and his tone sent shivers down her spine.

She walked swiftly to him drawn by his commanding presence. She stopped a few feet in front of him never breaking their eye contact. Her breathing became heavy.

“Do you like what you see, Karin?” Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Toushirou took a step closer to her.

She sighed, “Hai”. Her belly did a flip flop.

“Do you want to touch me, Karin? Do you want me to touch you?”

He moved closer. She felt moist heat spread between her thighs.

“Hai, hai,” she whimpered her head lowered.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Karin?” Her body turned to liquid fire, and all she could say was,

“Please.”

Toushirou closed the rest of the distance between them. He reached for her and she surrendered herself to him. Their mouths came together in a frenzied kiss. Passion and desire flared between them, tongues plunging in to one another’s mouths, battling with each other, against each other. Karin’s hands roamed over his chest, his abs, she wanted to touch him for so long. For years she had dreamed about this moment. And then the moment was over as quickly as it begun, when Shado from the other room and asked how they were doing. They both instantly pulled away from each other, chest heaving, trying to take in the elusive air.

Toushirou recovered first and peered into her eyes saying, “This is just the beginning, Karin. Do you understand?”

In a raspy voice she answered, “Hai, Toushirou. I understand.” A knowing smile spread upon her face. They left and joined Shado in the other room. She was pulled back to the present when…

“So you’re not going to deny havin’ a pair of thongs” piped in Renji laughing at the strawberry’s expense. He loved seeing Ichigo get embarrassed. Even though, at that particular moment, he was having a hard time trying not to picture, said strawberry, in the ‘lucid’ thong, not to mention the leather pants and see through tops that were mentioned.

“You stay out of it!” Ichigo yelled at Renji.

Renji laughed harder at Ichigo’s reaction. Which made Ichigo even more pissed, he focused his attention back to the perve who went through his underwear.

“Pervert! First of all ya had no right to go through my things!” He slowly stood up and approached the 10th Division Taichou to stand directly in front of him. “Second, if ya must know I don’t deny having a pair.” Moving his red face closer to Toushirou’s “Third, even though it’s none of your damn business or anyone else’s (waving his hand to indicate the others as he looked at the group that was cracking up) what I wear or do not wear! Those pants ya mentioned earlier are pretty damn tight and I rather not be chaffed to death when I go out clubbin.” He heaved in explanation. “So fuck all of ya!” he turned his back on them and went back to his stool.

After a while, the laughter started to fade way, and things returned to a more ‘peaceful’ state, only to be interrupted once again this time by Renji who had to know…

“Ichigo?” he asked as he walked over to stand next to Ichigo.

“Nani!” Ichigo barked still pissed from earlier.

Renji held up his hands to show he didn’t mean any harm. “Well, ya mentioned that ya go clubbin earlier, and that made me think about how ya became such a good dancer.”

“Ya, think I’m a good dancer?” his head raised towards Renji with a question look, Ichigo mood seem to lighten.

“Umm, ya, I guess so.” Renji replied awkwardly. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on the countertop “Karin and ya seem ta know what ya doing out there.” He motioned to the dance floor.

Karin turning towards Renji, when she heard her name mentioned, interrupted and asked. “What ya want to know, Renji-san?”

“I, umm, asked Ichigo how ya two know how to dance so well.” he replied.

“Oh well, that’s not something we like to talk about, Renji-san. I hope you understand.” she confessed. Karin nervously curled her hair around her finger.

“Huh,” Renji said.

Once again attention was being focused upon the conversation taking place. This group of people loved to eavesdrop!

“Karin, please, I’m beggin ya, don’t just walk away, please” Ichigo pleaded.

This made the group pay even more attention to the conversation! Renji’s curiosity was peeked; he had to know what was so embarrassing to Ichigo that he would actually beg someone not to talk about it!

“What are ya chicken, Ichigo, that’s why ya won’t tell me?” he probed hoping to get a raise out of him.

“Fuck off, Renji!” Ichigo grunted.

“Yup, you’re chicken.” prodded Renji playing the game he loved so.

“I’m not a damn chicken, ya asshole.” Ichigo roared his fist clenching.

“You are! You’re a chicken buck, buck, buck.” Renji prodded more making Ichigo snap!

“I AM NOT A FUCKIN CHICKIN! YA FUCKTARD!” hollered Ichigo about to stand up.

“Stop it; both of you, you guys are a bunch of children.” Karin exasperated. She touched both of their shoulders, turning her head to face Renji. “Renji-san, I’ll answer your question.” She said knowing he wouldn’t let it go. “You know how strange our Dad is, right?”

“Yeah,” Renji smirked; delighted that he was going to hear the secret.

“Oh fuck, just kill me now! Get it over with; put me out of my misery. I beg ya! I’ll never hear the end of it,” Ichigo slamming his head down on the bar countertop.

Renji knew this was going to be good!

“Well, my Dad, ah, our Dad insisted we take karate classes and, um, other classes. He made us, well he forced us to take dancing classes.”

Renji knowing there was more to the story probed a bit farther, “What type of dancing classes?”

“Ah,” she looked down at her brother in pity whose face was still planted on the bar countertop, “all forms of dance. He thought we should experience them all to see what we liked and which one’s we were good at.”

“Let me get this right,” Renji stated with a grin, “ya said all…that would include, ballet?”

Ichigo let out a deep groan, like he was in terrible pain.

“I said all forms, Renji!” Karin snapped her patience was fading fast.

“And that would include ballet? Right?” his tattooed eye brows raised as Renji asked again. (The group of friends started to laugh.)

Ichigo’s head snapped up from the countertop. “Damn it, yes, that would include ballet, ya bastard.” Ichigo snarled. (The laughter increased.)

Renji bit down on his lip to keep his composer so he could gleam more embarrassing information from the two of them. “So which forms of dance were ya good at?”

“God damn it, Renji” Ichigo whimpered. (The group burst out in a roar of laughter!)

By Ichigo’s expression, Renji knew he had his answer. Now it was time to rake Ichigo over the coals. “You’re good at ballet, then. Did ya have to wear a tutu? A pink, frilly tutu?” he couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing. (People were crying, clenching the stomachs, and falling over, laughing so hard!)

“No, he had to wear tights” giggled Karin. She couldn’t hold back any longer either.

Ichigo glared at her and bellowed, “Et tu, Brute?”

“I’m so sorry, Ichi-nii!” as she dubbed over in laughter.

“Fine, I give up!” Throwing he’s hands in the air. “I get it pick on Ichigo, the tights wearing ballet dancer. Ha, ha, ha, really funny!” he said as he started to laugh at himself too.