Bleach One Shots GrimmIchi

Addicted to the way you look at me. Pt.1/3

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Author The Silver Fox Inari

1/3. Fight Me

Ichigo stared at the shadowed ceiling of his room with exhaustion. Nothing, absolutely nothing should've been keeping him awake, yet here he was, wrapped in another fit of insomnia. He looked over his room again, trying to occupy his time. His room was bathed in dim moonlight, the grey-blue light filtered through his window, making a bright rectangle stretch across his floor and came to a stop on his closet. His book shelves and desk were hidden in darkness. His chocolate eyes drifted out his window, they were met with the obscured tops of buildings off in the distance and the vibrant blue swirling clouds above. The sky was a mixture of blues. Around the full moon it was an almost white blue, that faded out to a deep almost black blue. Stars glittered the sky like shining bits of glass. He sighed as his face was cast in the pale light. He closed his eyes feeling his heavy lids droop. But he could not drift off to sleep. Something was wrong, again. Flashes of violent pictures and scenes of old battle came to mind and he immediately opened his eyes gasping.

It was one of those nights again.

Whenever it was a full moon he would have so many awful dreams. Either something about his mother, or Hollows ripping apart his friends and family, or about all the people he had to hurt.

He rolled over angrily facing his shadowed room. He hated fighting. He hated it so much. All it did was hurt people. He looked at his hand, tracing the lines in his palms. How many people had he really hurt? Ichigo thought that there were three reasons to fight, to train to protect your loved ones, to save someone, or because-

Ichigo felt something different in the air, a pulse through the atmosphere that made his heart pound. He found himself trying to catch his breath. The hair on the back of his neck pricked up, and he opened his eyes. It could only be an Espada. He sighed angrily. Why now!? He thought sleepily. Then he saw a shadow in his window. A light tap sounded behind him and he felt a wave of confusion lap at his conscience. Why would an Arrancar knock…?

He turned to the window sleepily, his eyes squinting at the light of the moon. His hands fumbled for the latch to his window. It slid open in an instant as the wind filled his room, making his curtains dance. He opened his eyes in surprise as he saw who the shadow was.

"G-Grimmjow?" Ichigo whispered meeting a pair of shining blue eyes, that reflected the light of the stars. Grimmjow was looking as happy and sadistic as ever. He smiled wickedly, "Oi Kurosaki! Long time no see! Ok so let's go!" He said turning from the teen and jumping to the tip of the roof. Ichigo's eye twitched and he fell back onto the bed with a huff. Grimmjow noticed Ichigo wasn't following and the Espada looked confused.

"Oi kid….c'mon." He murmured to the teen who threw a pillow over his head.

"I'm tired. Leave me alone!" His cry was muffled by the fabric.

"Excuse me?! I don't think so! I came all this way and now you won't even come out to play?! Man I'm hurt…" He cooed evilly.

"Well go find someone else to baby sit you, god you come to fight at the worst times!" Ichigo moaned into his pillow.

"Damnit I'm serious! Let's go you're, getting on my nerves!"

"Not if you begged me on your hands and knees…"Ichigo said hauntingly.

Grimmjow growled lowly grimacing. He poked Ichigo with Pantera. Nothing happened. He did it again but muttered, "Fight." Again nothing happened.

5 minutes later.