Bleach One Shots GrimmIchi

Addicted to the way you look at me. Pt.2/3

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Author The Silver Fox Inari

2/3. WWIII with Ice Cream

Ichigo's brain was still fuzzy from the little sleep he had gotten, and he was having trouble doing normal tasks......like, opening the freezer door.

Ichigo grasped air several times before he remember what he was doing and finally grabbed the handle and pulled it open, greeted by a refreshing gust of freezing air. He grinned slowly, closing his eyes as the cold rolled off his skin. He opened his eyes again at the sound of a sharp crashing noise. He whipped his head around to stare at a bewildered Grimmjow who was holding the shade of a lamp. He had obviously come down and carelessly knocked it over.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo whispered accusingly.

Grimmjow gave a feigning apologetic smile and tossed the lamp shade behind him, shrugging his shoulders. Afterwards and made his way to the black granite top counter to sit on one of the stools.

Ichigo growled lowly, then grabbed a few small containers of ice cream from the freezer. He felt the smooth cold feeling of the cardboard against his fingers and enjoyed the tingling sensation it gave him. He quickly turned around and placed the cartons on the counter in front of the intrigued feral man.

"Ok so what do you want? I've got banana split, cherry garcia, butterscotch, and cookie dough."

"Uhhhh...what?" Grimmjow said with a couple of bored blinks.

"Ice cream flavors, what kind do you want?"

"......What's ice cream?"

"....You've gotta be kidding me..." Ichigo sais slapping his palm to his face.

Grimmjow saw the smile creeping up on the shinigami's face as he ran his fingers through his orange hair, the Espada became annoyed that Ichigo knew something he didn't.

"W-what shinigami?!" Grimmjow barked making a fist.

"Damnit you're so sensitive....I'm not insulting you Grimmjow, it'd be a lot more obvious...." Ichigo sighed placing his hand on Grimmjow's fist to lower it down to the counter again.

Grimmjow hissed at him over the counter but calmed down. Ichigo self conciously remembered his hand was still on top of Grimmjows and he jerked it away, nervously.

"Look, ice cream is good, it's sweet and soft."

"Then I already hate it." Grimmjow huffed turning his head away.

"Because it's everything your not? That doesn't give you a reason to hate it, just try some."

Grimmjow crinkled his nose and growled, looking away.

Ichigo sighed again and reached for something in a drawer below the counter and found a spoon. He leaned over and clinked it on Grimmjow's exposed jaw bone. It made a light rapping noise on the sharp teeth and Grimmjow jerked back, starring daggers at Ichigo, but all the orange-haired teen did was wave the spoon in his face. The blue-haired man grabbed it and bared his fangs. Ichigo laughed and grabbed himself a spoon and opened a carton of banana split and scooped out a spoonful, before placing it lightly in his mouth. He smiled feeling the familiar taste roll over his tongue. He went to take another spoon full when Grimmjow leaned in, almost inches from Ichigo's face. Ichigo nearly jumped out of his skin but froze instead, watching the man who seemed very curious. Grimmjow sniffed it lightly, cautiously before he gave it a small cat like lick just for taste. Ichigo twitched. He quickly nom-ed the ice cream off of Ichigo's spoon, nearly bumping noses with Ichigo. Ichigo frowned and twitched slightly, watching Grimmjow swallow hungrily.