Raining Day

[ Hello People!
I am very much in doubt about this one. I am not satisfied in the least with this, but on the other hand I was stuck.
Please review! Criticism, advice, comments, your thoughts;
ANYTHING is greatly appreciated!
Please be gentle, I am still very green with this thing.]


Raining Day.

They had fought again.

Not the typical fight that usually ended in a quick angry fuck, a kiss and then some good sleep.

No, this had been big. There had been yelling, cursing, throwing of accusations, throwing of inventory, throwing of furniture and trampling on sensitive emotion. No matter how tough they both wanted to look, they had never had this kind of relationship before. Sure, Grimmjow had bragged quite a lot of his experience, and proved it, but this was different. This wasn’t just sex. They lived together. They were official. They both had keys for crying out loud. They weren’t throwing verbal confessions at each other, but neither were in doubt about the others feelings. And it wasn’t a fucking commitment-issue. They shared the same bed, paid the bills together. It was simply a matter of them living peacefully together under one roof.

Which they insisted on doing, even though Renji already had stated that he would live nowhere near, so when the bomb dropped, he wouldn’t go with it. He did however tease about installing cameras in their apartment to see tem together peacefully. He was very skeptical about the whole thing.

This again, only made them all the more determined to do it. Just to prove him wrong. So they had bought the apartment, moved all their shit together, and before the first week was over, a window was broken. Apparently Grimmjow had aimed for Ichigo, but instead of colliding with said strawberry, the remote-control had met the window behind him.

But the fighting-gene is a part of who they are. Even more when they are together.

Now, after the fight of a century, Grimmjow had left the apartment in rage and Ichigo had screamed into a pillow, as not to alert anyone as to how much the whole thing had affected him. They had said some bad things. They always competed, and insulted each other, but he could clearly hear the difference this time. The tone of voice; the insults that had nearly become an affectionate way of claiming the others attention, the words, they had had an edge, an edge that had long ago disappeared. But it had reared its ugly head, and the cut had been all the deeper.

Grimmjow had left before he had shown any weakness, and Ichigo was glad he had. Ichigo didn’t want to break down in front of him after something like that. Not that Ichigo ever broke. He had broken when his mother died, since then he had put himself back together, and had promised himself never to break again. He was afraid that if he ever ended in such a state again, he might not find it worth the work to fix it. He had thought he had finally found a reason for fixing it:

Grimmjow.

And now, he was back at square one, and with an extra heavy baggage this time.
But.. would he accept that? This fight; the fight for the relationship, for them. Was it not worth it? Shouldn’t he fight for something that had kept him happy for 6 months?
He ended up on the floor with his back against the couch. With a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other, he started contemplating.

One train of thought.
Inhaling.
Another thought.
Exhaling.
A third thought.
Vodka.

The pattern continued until the cigarette was dead, and the bottle a little lighter.
His mind was made up. He threw out the cigarette, put the bottle back in its place, cleaned up their mess and looked outside.

It was raining. How ironic, and yet slightly fitting.

He entered their bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. The pillow smelled of Grimmjow. He nuzzled the pillow and sighed. Then he turned onto his back, and time went by.
He was laying there, on their bed, brooding. Frowning intently at the ceiling, like it had had a hand in on the fight.

The clock on the nightstand said the sounds it should, the window was making the sound windows do when being pounded by rain. The bed was making the small sounds it should, even his heartbeat was right. But something vital was missing. Him.
Grimmjow usually needed a couple of hours to calm down. If this could be fixed, then it would be soon that he would return.

The lean frame lifted it self from the mattress and walked to the window.
Out there in the rain, being drenched to the skin was he. The blue-haired devil. Grimmjow. How long had he been standing there, not entering?

They stood there, starring at each other for 5 minutes.
Then suddenly, as if given permission, Ichigo went to the front door, ripped it open and walked to his boyfriend. Completely ignoring the rain he stopped just inside the others personal space and looked him up and down.

“You look like a drowned cat”

Grimmjow frowned even deeper, but his features softened when a hesitating hand reached up and cupped his face. An insecure smile blossomed on handsome lips and a rougher hand covered the first. It squeezed. The other hand went for a slim waist and pressed the shorter orange-haired man closer to him. An intense kiss followed.

When they finally broke apart, standing there, holding each other in the rain, staring into the others eyes, it came. It was a rough, quiet whisper, delivered with heavy breath into the loved one's ear.

“.. I’m sorry, Ichi.”

Suddenly the rain didn’t matter that much anymore. He had his personal umbrella.

[AN: And that's that xD. Hope you enjoyed my.. weird take on them.
Love Mulle.]