Crash Course

Ch 1

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Seriously, I really don't... so don't sue me because I can't give you anything... The amazing Tite Kubo does. But I don't recommend suing him either. lol

Content/ Chapter warning: Grimmjow is an angry and bitter bastard, but has a semblance of a heart. Ichigo on the other hand just strait up has bad luck. Bad language and tempers.

Rain poured heavily down from the heavens. The streets outside of his office building were filled with people scrambling to find shelter or hailing cabs to get them out of the disgusting weather. Grimmjow sneered at them through the large expanse of tempered glass within his dry office space. They were probably mothers or fathers, cherished loved ones or whatever it was that most people were around six-thirty on a Friday night.

They all wanted to get back home and be with the family.

Blue eyes sneered at that thought. Who needed family? All those ramblings on and on about love this and love that meant nothing if you wanted to get to the top of the corporate ladder and stay there. That's exactly what Grimmjow Jaegerjaques had done.

Then again, family really wasn't one of the things he really cared about. Who needed family when all they did was drain your hard earned cash and ruined your reputation? No, Grimmjow thought to himself, family definitely wasn't worth the cost of being one of the most powerful corporate officials in the world.

Turning around from the bustling streets beneath him, Grimmjow brushed off imaginary dust from the shoulder of his black suit. Pulling out his black chair and collapsing into it, the man stared off into the distance. The only noise was the sound of the rain pelting the windows.

His office was a large room, decorated with black leather couches and seats, a beautifully hand carved glass coffee table in the center and all along the back wall was a collection of books for show. There was no way he would be able to find time to even think about cracking on of those dust collectors open. The interior designer did a wonderful job at creating a room that resembled its owner and Grimmjow paid her generously for it.

When others came into the room, it seemed more like a hotel suit than an office space. But who could blame their CEO for asking for such a design and layout? He spent more time at work than he did in his own home. Might as well, furnish the dwelling of their corporate leader with comfort in mind.

Sighing, Grimmjow rubbed at the side of his head. Today had gone from great, to good, and then to worse. His Vice President, Shuhei Hisagi, had brought him a wonderful package baring the details of the newly bought out the accounting corporation Radium Industry. Pantera Corporation was slowly capturing a collection of financial businesses and growing en masse to become the world's number one financial industry.

Some thought that Grimmjow was monopolizing the industry and had filed lawsuits against the company but in truth, Grimmjow was just buying out their name. He wasn't firing any of the workers, changing rules and regulations, none of that. He was just ensuring that he was the head figure of everything.

Hisagi then informed him of yet another lawsuit that would be taken to court two months from now, which made Grimmjow's mood do a ninety degree drop from his original high. Oh how he fucking loathed people who were too stupid to know when to just give up. What was the point in fighting him when it was obvious that he was going to win?

What did they not understand about buying out a name? It was just a name!

The stupidity of some people just threw the blue haired CEO's ability to control his temper out the window. It was well known within the upper staff that when they heard shouting from their CEO's office it meant to take a very, very long lunch break.

Then came the icing on the cake. After the revelation of yet another pointless lawsuit, Hisagi had asked if he could take a three day vacation for his anniversary with his husband. Grimmjow had met Hisagi's partner once and couldn't help but wonder how it was that his proper Vice President lived with... with that. The man, Renji, had wild red hair and tattoo's seemingly everywhere on his body. In the business world, if Renji ever showed up to an interview, he'd be turned around right at the front door.

And now Hisagi would be spending three days with Renji and not at work.

Did the man not understand that three day's without him meant three days of hell with a stand in for Grimmjow? Hisagi was his right hand within Pantera! How could the guy just ask to take a three day vacation?

Maybe it was because Grimmjow was bitter towards the thought of family and love in general. It got in the way of everything so he had barred it from his mind.

Grudgingly, Grimmjow roped in his raging temper and allowed for Hisagi to take the three day leave. Grimmjow could put up with a stand in for three days... after all, it was just Friday through Sunday that he'd have to deal with someone who hadn't the foggiest idea as to what a Vice President actually did.

Grimmjow sneered at the sarcastic thought. The next three days without his official Vice President were going to be absolute hell. He could already feel a headache coming on.

Bitter.

Grimmjow was just down right bitter to everything right now. Everything was pestering him, everything was agitating him... He sighed and flipped open his laptop. The screen alit with a multitude of windows before Grimmjow clicked on the one his attention was now focused on.

The November 2010 calendar mocked him, he could feel it. Two months meant that the lawsuit would be held in January of the new year. Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow cursed whoever it was that had the gaul to ruin the first month of a new year for him.

Maybe he could contact the director of Sonic Enterprise and see if they could work something out? After all, the more time they spent in the court room, the more money Sonic would loose from the buy out that will come regardless.

Making a note of that on a yellow sticky note, Grimmjow set it to the side before shifting through his mountain of e-mails. About another three and a half hours passed by with Grimmjow finally completing his task of emptying his e-mail box and replying to certain ones, setting up personal meetings and signing off for reports Hisagi had brought him earlier in the day. He really needed to hire some else to do all this for him.

Glancing over at his clock, the blue digital lights read that it was now closing in at ten at night. Another twelve hour day was spent at his corporation. It was a good day overall, Grimmjow assumed.

Again, he stalked over towards the vast windows and peered down at the now quiet streets below. All the people who were running around before left the streets barren for the few remaining stranglers such as himself. It wasn't anything Grimmjow minded though. The presence of many people irritated him.

His stomach let out a loud grumble, granting yet another annoyed eye roll from Grimmjow. He hadn't eaten anything since around five and his stomach was getting fed up with waiting around for the dumb individual it was attached to to get the hint and feed it. "Yeah, yeah I'll feed ya."

Turning around and shutting down his computer, Grimmjow took it and slipped it into his black leather briefcase. Going towards his closet, the blue haired male opened the double doors and pulled out his black pea coat, slipping it on, then grabbed his briefcase and finally left his office.

Shutting of the lights and locking his door so that not even the janitor would be granted access, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques slipped the key into his right coat pocket and headed towards the elevator. After the long ride down to the garage, Grimmjow exited the metal enclosing and headed towards his beautiful black Ferrari.

Today was black day. Grimmjow smirked at his own joke. Nothing wrong with black.

The Ferrari... Another car for his collection that seemed to be endlessly growing. Grimmjow hadn't known what else to spend his money on so he had found himself a little hobby: car collecting. He'd already donated thousands to charity's so that they'd get off his back. Car buying was just the next best thing! It ranged from all brands and lines– particularly European models. However, the American Muscle cars were a beauty in their own right. Nothing like zipping down the road in a red Shelby.

Grimmjow enjoyed mechanics to no end. It was probably one of the reasons why he got himself into the whole car buying thing. This was the only thing the powerful corporate executive would allow himself to get down and dirty with. Having his hand tinkering around a 505hp engine? Grimmjow grinned at the thought of his little Porsche. He officially had a car fetish.

Unlocking the car and sliding into the black leather interior, Grimmjow set his briefcase in the passengers seat and started up the engine. A great roar sounded through the now empty garage and the blue haired male grinned at the thought of letting his baby rip.

A long hard day such as his deserved a little fun here and there. So why not play with his toys on the open road?

Scooting around the triple leveled garage corners, Grimmjow tore off into the street with care. He was addicted to the thrill of driving, not to getting himself killed. Of course the roads were still slicked with water from the downpour earlier so he'd taken it easy- somewhat.

A red light halted his driving spree. Engine rumbling as if in annoyance and the audacity of a street light stopping him, his car purred to its owner. It was an empty night, so might as well take the scenic route back to his home. Turning left instead of right, Grimmjow headed down the vacant street. He was surprised that no police had been out patrolling the night. Maybe they too were just sick of the rain and decided to take it easy. After all, who would really like to stop a car and get out just to get drenched?

Home. Food. Shower. Bed. All the blue haired CEO wanted to do now was just get back to his place and forget about this day. It couldn't get any worse than this.

A little nagging sensation snaked its way up Grimmjow's arm. Taking his foot off the gas, letting gravity slow him down to a very reasonable city street speed, it was probably a punishment from a god what happened next.

From out of nowhere when he was turning a sharp corner to catch the street which led him to his house, a person stepped out in front of the turning vehicle. It all happened too soon for Grimmjow's liking. Out of everything that could have happened, there just had to be one person on the street here!

Swerving to the right, trying to avoid the now frozen pedestrian, Grimmjow's left fender caught the boy and flung him onto the windshield. Blue eyes widening in sheer horror when the glass cracked under the force, Grimmjow's foot slammed on the break.

The body rolled off the hood of his car and fell to the ground. Usually what people did in situations such as these was to freak out, call an ambulance, and then freak out some more. But this was Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. He didn't just 'freak out.' No he... he... "What the fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!"

Unstrapping himself from his seat, the blue haired male exited the vehicle and searched the surrounding for any bystanders who would be able to help. No one was out. Go figure. Who in their right minds would be out by a memorial site this late at night?

As he stared down at the prone body before him, Grimmjow's brain was literally frying. With a groan and movement from the orange haired boy, Grimmjow dropped to his knees and picked the youth up. "Hey, hey kid, can you hear me?"

In the dark, Grimmjow could still see the trickle of blood sliding down the right side of the boy's face. What caught him by surprise, however, was when the smaller male tried to sit up and move away form him. "W-what happened?"

Well at least he wasn't dead, Grimmjow thought sadistically. That'd be a hell of a mess to clean up. This looked like it was shaping up to be yet another disgusting mess however... If the kid decided to sue him, there'd be nothing Grimmjow could do to stop the guy from stripping him of practically everything he owned and had worked for.

Grabbing the boy as he swayed in his sitting position, Grimmjow helped the other sit up. If the kid was moving around, he wasn't hit that hard right? He'd be ok? Swallowing thickly, Grimmjow's mind ran on overtime. "What's your name?"

Honey brown orbs met frightful ice blue. "Ichigo."

"I have to get you to the hospital to-"

Grimmjow couldn't finish his sentence when the boy's eyes widened. "No! P-please I don-" Before he could finish, Ichigo gripped his head then tumbled backwards.

Catching the falling body, the blue haired male let out a string of curses. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He was originally going to take the guy to a hospital but then the little fucker had to go and tell him no? Who the hell would do that? "Hey! Ichigo!"

The orange haired youth wasn't dead, obviously, since his chest still rose up and down with each breath.

Rain began to fall lightly again and Grimmjow stared up into the blackened sky. "The fuck did I do to deserve this?"

From what he could see, nothing was broken on the others' body. Grimmjow stared down the black road before him where his house was a couple miles away. There, he could call for a private doctor and have him take a look at the kid since Ichigo hadn't wanted to go to the hospital.

But wasn't this illegal?

Throwing reason out the window, Grimmjow picked up the passed out boy and decided on probably the worst course of action. Opening the passenger side of his now dented car, Grimmjow strapped Ichigo in and placed the kids back in the back seat. Ichigo groaned again, opening his eyes. "Who'r yoo?"

The boy's communication had Grimmjow's ears straining to hear and interpret the mumbled words. Before closing the door, he stated his name clearly, unsure if Ichigo actually heard and understood. "Grimmjow."

"Yer'airs blue." Ichigo drifted off once again and left a now wet and confused Grimmjow standing in the rain. Shutting the door and walking towards the front of his car, the CEO examined the Ferrari whilst heading towards the drivers side. The windshield was going to have to be replaced as well as the left bumper and siding. She also needed a new paint job.

Sliding into his seat, Grimmjow started up the engine once again. What the hell was this kid doing out in the outskirts of the city? Didn't he have a family or something to go home to? Why the fuck did Ichigo have to be here and now?

Grimmjow cursed underneath his breath. He was blaming a kid for walking out into the middle of a crossway and getting hit. Just what the hell was Grimmjow thinking? Taking another worried, angry glance at the other who was silently sitting in the passengers seat, the frustrated CEO ground his teeth together and started up the Ferrari. "What the hell do I do now?"

The barren landscape passed by slowly, Grimmjow taking it very easy along the road as to not jostle the injured boy next to him. Ichigo looked to be in his early twenties. A contrast to Grimmjow's own age of thirty. Passing by another large house built in the outer area of the standard residential district, Grimmjow recognized the area and gave a calming breath, trying to still his rilled nerves.

Home was merely a mile away now.

Fuck what was he going to do when the kid woke up? Hands tightening on the black leather steering wheel, Grimmjow's mind spiraled out of orderly thought. Ranging from dinner to his own corporate demise. Everything somehow revolved around his businesses.

Even this freak accident.

Another glance over at the orange haired boy. If only he was more perceptive and didn't have his fucking head in the clouds! Grimmjow groaned at the mess he got himself in. Why, why why did he decide now– of all the nights– to take the fucking scenic route home?

Grimmjow had dug himself a hole and now, said hole was slowly deepening right underneath his feet. He could feel it.

Pulling up to his entryway at his home, Grimmjow typed in the password and the ten foot tall iron gates opened, granting access onto the estate. Grimmjow's prominent frown deepened as he neared the front. As soon as he would get this kid inside and patch him up, Grimmjow knew, he just knew, that everything was going to be different from this point on.

Glaring up at the car ceiling before turning angry blue eyes to Ichigo, still passed out in his passengers seat, Grimmjow thought about just ditching the kid somewhere. But of course, that damn angel on his shoulder decided to over power the devil this one time. The little shit.

Turning off the engine and exiting the car, Grimmjow went to the front of his house and opened the door before going back to his car. Now that he was underneath much better lighting, he could see just exactly what was done to the kid. He sighed in relief. The boy was better off than he had expected.

Still, the bump on his head was what caused the blue haired CEO to purse his lips in worry. Bending over and unbuckling Ichigo, Grimmjow hoisted the orange haired male into his arms, carrying him bridal style through the front doors.

Using his foot, Grimmjow kicked the door closed, making the expensive wood shudder as it slammed shut, sending an echo throughout the empty home. Void of people because no one else besides Grimmjow thrived on the estate now- save for the one butler who could somehow stick through the owners brash attitude and flaring temper. There used to be more people but when a car accident claimed the lives of his mother, father and little sister, Grimmjow was all that was left and the boy grew up into a cold hearted man, who's only family was the business he now owned and ran.

He scoffed at the irony. That one accident changed his life then, and now this accident is probably going to change his life now. What was with him and cars?

Instead of calling for the older gentleman to come and care for Ichigo, Grimmjow carried him upstairs and into a spare bedroom. Gently placing him atop unused covers, Grimmjow removed the boy's shoes and coat before doing the same with his own damp clothing. He then went to call up his private doctor; Szayel Aporro Granz would be arriving at the home in ten minutes. Grabbing a blue washcloth out of the bathroom cupboard, Grimmjow wet it before taking it to Ichigo's forehead.

The cut was miniscule, having stopped bleeding already due to the blood clotting along the abrasion and forming a messy scab. Ichigo would probably need for it to be cleaned up and stitched.

Wiping away the drying blood alongside Ichigo's right side of his face, Grimmjow found himself studying the younger more critically. Just what was someone like him doing out that late at night? Out there no less? The boy's soft, but strong, face gave away nothing that could help Grimmjow discern the reasoning behind Ichigo's nightly adventure.

Ichigo's eyes fluttered open to mere slits, adjusting the the light. Grimmjow had halted in his meager cleaning and allowed for the smaller boy to take in what was around him. If Ichigo was awake, it'd be a good idea for him to stay that way for Szayel.

Maybe, if Ichigo didn't remember his name, Grimmjow would be able to make up some story that the orange haired boy would believe, give him some money and send him off once he got the OK from the doctor.

Confused brown orbs rolled around the room before coming to land on the blurry figure sitting on the edge of the... bed? Trying to focus more on the black and blue blob before him, Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "Grimmjow?"

The kid actually remembered his name? Well... there went that plan. "Ichigo. I need you to stay awake this time."

Eyes slowly closing again, Grimmjow placed his hand on the other's arm and shook him lightly. Ichigo groaned and narrowed his eyes at the one who was interrupting him from slipping away from the throbbing headache. "Stop it... sleep."

"Can't let you do that kid." Shaking him again, Grimmjow's voice grew louder and more agitated. "Ichigo, stay fucking awake!"

The boy sneered with all his battered worth, brain not functioning as one with his mouth to form a coherent response. Why was there so much noise? Where the hell was he anyways? What the hell happened? Eyes finally cooperating, Ichigo's vision returned and he took a more critical look at the room he was in. Again, he turned to the man still dressed in his business suit. "You... hit me?"

"No, you ran into my car." There was no way Grimmjow was going to be the cause of this!

Grimacing at another wave of pain, Ichigo gripped the side of his head. Grimmjow... that bastard had hit him! And... and now he was... he was where exactly? Ichigo barely remembered telling the other specially to not take him to the hospital. Why the hell did he say that? What sane person would tell another, who hit him, to not take him to the hospital? "Can't think."

"Then don't." Grimmjow deadpanned. He was not good at taking care of people or being the sentimental type. The kid was weird. He woke up and nearly started a fight with him in his weakened state. Just who the hell did I bring home, Grimmjow thought.

Shuffling by the doorway caused the blue haired male to turn around and glare at the man with a familiar mop of pink hair. "How the hell did you get in?"

"Grimmjow, I'm a doctor." A tall, lanky doctor dressed in casual clothes- obviously relaxing on the Friday night prior to his phone call- Szayel rolled his eyes at Grimmjow's glare. "You gave me the password to the entryway in case of emergencies, remember?"

"Tch. Whatever. Get over here and take a look at him." Motioning towards the orange haired occupant on the bed, Grimmjow moved out of the way so his private doctor could examine the problem.

Smirking, the doctor pulled out a few medical treatment items before setting to work on Ichigo. "What'd you do this time, Grimmjow?"

"I didn't do shit." Grimmjow pointed an accusing finger at the now glaring, wounded male. "He ran in front of me."

TBC

Grimmjow doesn't want anything to do with Ichigo. -laughs- No one can accuse Grimmjow of anything I guess.

Hope you liked this first chapter. This lighter story is a break fic from my other larger story, Pandemonium, feat Grimm and Ichi as well. Crash Course is not going to be a very long tale, a few more chapters after this I think. It all depends on the feedback really.

Please leave a review! I'll give you a wonderful slice of chocolate cake!

~ChaosGarden