Grimmjow’s P.O.V
“What in the hell did you just say?” Ichigo asked me, again. He continued to look at me in shock, like he didn’t believe a word that I had said to him. I was beginning to grow irritated with repeating myself.
“For god’s sake dumbass, I told you what the fuck happened at Harley’s house, now quite fucking making me fucking repeat myself. It’s beginning to fucking irritate me” I said, practically yelling at Ichigo. I hadn’t meant to be so harsh, let alone yell him. But I’ve already told him 3 times what had happened at Harley’s house. Ichigo’s lips parted slightly, a heavy sigh escaping them. He took his hand and placed it on the back of his neck; beginning to rub it slightly. I could tell that he was having trouble soaking in all of the information that I have given him. I mean I was still having trouble soaking it all in and I was there.
“Like Harley’s life wasn’t complicating enough” Ichigo mumbled. My lips curved up into a smirk.
“You’re telling me this” I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes at him. Ichigo’s eyes locked with mine.
“You’re one of the fucking reasons why her life is so complicated, Grimmjow.” My eyes narrowed into slits as I glared at Ichigo. He was already irritating me enough; does he really want to irritate me more?
“Obviously asking for his ass to be kicked isn’t he?” my panther said. I could hear the irritation in his voice as well, which wasn’t good; both of us being extremely irritated. Every time the both of us were irritated bad things happened.
“I’m not even going to go there” I told him. I knew that if I laid a finger on Ichigo, Harley would have my neck. And I didn’t want her to be mad at me again. I was growing tired fighting with her. And sometimes she was scarier than anyone that I have ever met. Plus knowing what I know about her now made her even scarier.
“You know eventually you are going to have to fight him. Remember, you’re the enemy.” I groaned loudly at my panther’s words. He was right. Sooner or later Ichigo or someone else that I’ve met here is going to have to fight. We’re enemies after all.
“Yo, are you listening to me Grimmjow?” I snapped out of my conversation with my panther. Ichigo was standing closer to me, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I let out a low growl, grabbed his wrist, and flung it to the side.
“Do not fucking snap your fingers at me, strawberry” I snapped, using Harley’s nickname for Ichigo. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed, a small, blue vein popping out of his forehead.
“You’re the one who wasn’t fucking listening to a word I said. So don’t get fucking snappy with me, Grimmjow. And who the hell gave you permission to call me that? Don’t even call me that” Ichigo snapped back. The both of us stood there, glaring at one another. I tsked, backing down because I wasn’t really in the mood to fight such a pointless fight; surprising, coming from me considering who I really am. I guess Ichigo was right, the more you hang around Harley, the more things you pick up. I wasn’t really sure if I liked that, weather it was good or bad. But as of now, I didn’t care.
“What were you saying anyways?” I asked him, ignoring everything that Ichigo had said just a second ago. Ichigo noticed the change in my mood. He was now staring at me questionably. I growled at him, giving him a warning to not say anything about the change in my mood. Usually I would have fought back with Ichigo, but this time I didn’t. I didn’t really have the patience too. Ichigo’s lips moved upright, a smirk forming on his face.
“What I was saying was what are we going to do about Harley’s father?” Ichigo asked me again. I tilted my head upwards and looked up at the sky. My lips parted slightly, a heavy sigh escaping them as I thought about Ichigo’s question. But to be honest, I didn’t know what to do about Harley’s father. I know him personally and I know that he isn’t someone to mess around with. But it wasn’t like I could tell anyone else that. Harley’s still trying to figure out how I knew her father and I still have really answered her how I knew her father. If I did answer Harley, I would have to tell her who I really was. And to be honest, I wasn’t ready to do that.
