Grimmjow's POV
Ichigo and I sat on my bed in silence. The smaller male stared at the steam that arose from the cup of tea in his hand. I on the hand, looked up at the ceiling in anticipation of what he was going to tell me. There was a anxious feeling present, along with strong curiosity. It's been a while since I first met Ichigo, but this whole time we've been together I've been curious as to why I found him the way I did.
"Make yourself comfortable." I said suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the to two of us.
Ichigo gave a nod of compliance and sat the tea down on the stand next to my bed. Meanwhile, I made my way to the closet and began undressing. Changing into my pajamas.
When I had finished changing into clothes more comfortable, which consisted of a pair of dark blue boxer briefs and a black plain tee. I laid down on the bed again, leaving room for the orangette to sit where he pleased. He followed soon after in one of my rather large shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were clearly too big for the males smaller waist.
Ichigo reached for the tea and held the cup tightly in his hand. He sat down on the bed slowly and looked down at the dark substance again, a nervous look in his eyes.
"It was the night I ended up here with you, that was the worst..."
"Were do you think you're going?" The baritone voice asked, the face attached to the voice wearing a sinister smile as the question rolled slowly off his lips.
Ichigo looked around anxiously, trying to avoid contact with the overbearing man that stood before him.
"Just a short walk." He replied softly. "I'll be back in a moment."
"When I left the house...he sent out someone to follow me. The man he sent was Renji, the guy we seen when we were out. Renji also happens to be my ex."
I averted my gaze from the ceiling and looked over at the orangette, watching him tap his fingers on the cup slowly.
"Wait, so why did you seem so petrified by this Renji guy? It sounds like he hasn't done anything but act as somebody's watch dog."
"Well...Renji and I were forced into the relationship that we previously were in. He was forced by the man behind all of this. The thing is...I don't know who it is."
My features shifted to a puzzled expression, trying to piece the rather discombobulated story together.
"How do you not know who he is?" I asked, reaching into my night stand and grabbing a small orange bottle.
"I've never seen his entire face before. I heard his voice and seen his smile, but the rest of his face is always a blur. Like someone with poor vision trying to see something from a distance."
"Mn..that doesn't really make much sense. I don't really see how that something like that works without some sort of mask. Or drug..."
The smaller male grew silent again for a moment. His hands trembling and clutched tightly on the cup he held.
"I don't know either..."
"W-Well," I began nervously, "What else happened? If you don't mind me asking."
"Long story short. I broke terms with Renji on my own by running away that night. The man who was in charge of everything was extremely angry that day, personally I don't know what for. When I came back the house was a mess. Glass shards everywhere, the table and two of the couches flipped over. The counter in the kitchen had slash marks all over it. It looked like someone had taken there anger out on the downstairs level of the house. The only people that stood in the mess was Renji and I. You could hear the voice attached to the man in charge sound through the living room loudly. Going on a rant about how pissed he was. Then...h-he said to us..."I'm bored, entertain me you two." The both of us were well aware of what "entertainment" was for him. He was a sick man, disgusting and twisted. I was tired of doing that kind of stuff for him, and I was tired of being used by the both of them. So I tried to leave. When I tried of course Renji did his best to hold me back. That resulted in the both of us fighting. We fought until we were both covered in blood and dark bruises. In the end, I made it away from him, barely. When I did I ran as far as I could. Until my legs and lungs gave into the immense amount of pain they were in. That's where I assume you found me...in that alleyway I last remember being in."
With his last sentence, the room was filled with all kinds of emotions. Rage, grief, disappointment and so much more. I couldn't put into words how sorry I felt for the boy next to me. The story was patchy, to iffy for me to believe that he told me the whole thing. But that was understandable. Telling me the amount he did was enough for me to realize how bad of a situation the orangette was previously in.
"Damn..." I began, my voice trembling a bit. "I'm really sorry about that Ichigo. That's really just...terrible."
Ichigo gave a faint smile, his eyes filled with despair as the trauma ran through his head again.
"It's fine..." He said softly, laying his head down on the pillow below him and closing his heavy eyes.
The both of us laid there in silence. I was looking up at the ceiling, unable to sleep with all the things Ichigo told me running through my head. Him on the other hand, tossed and turned with his eyes closed tightly. It looked like he wasn't able to sleep peacefully, like a nightmare or disturbing thoughts.
As I reached over to tap his shoulder gently, his eyes popped open suddenly. He looked startled and his hand trembled as it clutched tightly onto his shirt and chest.
I let out a small sigh, looking at the torn orangette. It honestly hurt seeming him like this, he usually looked so happy. Or irritated, either one was better then this.
"Hey," I said softly, looking at the small bottle on my nightstand beside me.
"Can't sleep?"
