AN:OK! So, I had a Blue Coconut slush today and it turned my tongue blue and then,SMACK, I got hit with this idea. It's a new kinda genre for me, so constuctive critisim is very welcome. Also, I literally just finished this, so it hasn't gone through my usual hardcore editing process and there are probably a few mistakes. Just lemme know and I'll be sure ta fix 'em.

Oh, I don't own Bleach and I am in no way affiliated with Denny's, although the breakfast there is delicious. Mmmm, pancakes.

Anywhosit, enjoy!

Grimmjow stared across the room at his orange-haired classmate. His blue eyes, only slightly darker than his hair, took in every detail of the boy's lean physic. The boy was leaning across a lab table, his chair leaning precariously forward on two-legs. Orange hair covered the boy's forehead, partially covering sleepy brown eyes. A white Styrofoam cup sat between the boy's arms, a bright red straw between his lips. The boy's name was Ichigo Kurosaki and he was quite the attractive college student.

On a typical Tuesday morning, Grimmjow could be found in Chemistry class, staring at Ichigo. Usually, Grimmjow's view was limited to the back of Ichigo's head. Today, however, Ichigo had opted to sit across the room. Grimmjow had been a bit miffed by the new seating arrangement until he took in the fact that Ichigo was enjoying a bright blue slushy. His annoyance quickly gave way to appreciative lust as he watched Ichigo's tongue casually play with his straw.

The best part? Ichigo's tongue was blue. Grimmjow's mind quickly made a dive for the gutter. Various, wildly perverted images assaulted his libido.

Ichigo on his knees, cold, blue tongue slowly sliding up Grimmjow's length.

Ichigo moaning loudly from underneath him, blue tongue dancing playfully against his own.

Ichigo slowly kissing his way down Grimmjow's chest, blue tongue carefully exploring every inch.

"Grimmjow!" Gin playfully smacked the blue-haired man over the head. "Class is over, stupid. Let us venture forth and seek nourishment."

Grimmjow groaned. Leave it to Gin to interrupt his fantasies. Grimmjow shifted uncomfortably, his pants abnormally tight. He chanced a glance at the orange-haired cause of his discomfort and was instantly angered.

Ichigo was standing next to his so-called boyfriend, Renji, the red-haired Dumb-face. Gin followed Grimmjow's gaze and sighed. "Still, Grimm? Really? He's been with that idiot since our junior year. Don't you think it's time to move on?"

Grimmjow glared daggers at his long-time friend. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, I'm talking about you being in love with Ichigo Kurosaki since our freshman year. And, in case you haven't noticed, we're sophomores in college now. Time to fucking move on, dude."

"You're what?" A booming voice came from the back of the classroom, interrupting the conversation. Grimmjow turned to see who the voice belonged to, only to find himself face to face with the red-headed Dumb-face. Oh, fantastic. Leave it to Gin to interrupt his fantasies AND get him in a fight.

"I'm not anything. Get out of my way, Abarai." Grimmjow sidestepped and attempted to walk past the fuming Dumb-face. His attempt was thwarted by an angry Renji, who also stepped to the side, blocking Grimmjow's way whilst wearing an angry boyfriend face.

"You're in love with Ichigo? Ichigo is MINE. So back off."

"Look, stupid. I wasn't fucking doing anything so leave me alone before I bust your face open."

"Bust my face open? I'd love to see you try. We both know you can't handle me. Start walking. Ichigo doesn't want anything to do with you."

Grimmjow was seriously about to knock the Dumb-face's face off when his anger was interrupted by a new voice.

"Renji! What the fuck are you doing? Stop acting like a fucking middle-school girl and come on. I'm going to be late. Again." Ichigo walked between the quarrelling men and glared at his boyfriend. Renji reluctantly backed away and, after casting a final glare at Grimmjow, walked from the room. Ichigo turned to face Grimmjow, giving him an apologetic smile before following the Dumb-face out the door.

Grimmjow turned to Gin. "You know, I really wanted to hit him. Maybe I should hit you instead."

"Now, now Grimmjow. (It rhymes!) We both know that beating me to a pulp won't make Ichigo choose you over the Dumb-face. " Grimmjow smiled at the name he and Gin had given Renji, shrugging off the morning's events. He stretched and gathered his forgotten backpack. "So, you wanna go to Denny's?"

"I can't believe you treated me like that in front of that jackass! I was defending you! What, are you secretly in love with him too?" Renji was furious. Never had he ever been so angry and embarrassed at the same time. Not only had he found out that someone else was in love with HIS Ichigo, said Ichigo had interrupted the imminent face-pounding that Renji was preparing to hand out.

"Have you lost your mind, Renji? Of course I'm not in love with him. I was trying to stop you from getting kicked out of school, seeing as you're already on academic probation! What does it matter if he likes me?" Ichigo shook with fury. He was so fucking sick of this argument, which had lasted for most of the day.

"Because you're mine! He can't have you!"

"I don't belong to you Renji! Maybe you're just angry that I have options!"

Smack

Ichigo's eyes widened in shock. "Renji," Ichigo spoke, his voice surprising calm. "Renji, did you just hit me?"

"I…I…Oh, god Ichigo! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just so ang…."

"You WERE angry, Renji? So hitting me makes you feel all better, huh?" Ichigo spoke in a quiet monotone.

"No, Ichigo! It's not like that! I'm so sorry. I love you! You know that I love you! I didn't mean to hit you! I'm sorry!"

"You didn't mean to hit me? What, your hand slipped? Oh, well. Since you didn't MEAN to hit me, that makes it all fine, right Renji? Right?"

Renji stared at Ichigo with wide eyes. Ichigo was shaking in silent fury and his face was flushed red, a bruise already forming on the left side of his face.

"I've had enough, Renji. First it's the constant fighting, then I start hearing rumors about you sleeping with that Rukia chick, and now you hit me. I'm afraid that's the last straw." Ichigo's voice remained calm throughout his speech and he quietly picked up his backpack, preparing to leave his now ex-boyfriend.

"No! Ichigo, don't do this! I'm sorry!" Renji grabbed Ichigo's arm in an attempt to stop the orange-haired man from leaving him.

Ichigo's fury suddenly surfaced as he whirled on his red-headed ex-boyfriend. "Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." Ichigo screamed each word and smacked Renji's hand away. "It's over, Renji! I've had it! The next time you touch me, I will kick your ass, so leave me alone. Don't call me, don't text me. Don't sit near me in class, don't even look at me! We are finished! Find someone else to be your punching bag!"

With that, Ichigo left Renji's apartment, certain that he would never be back. He practically ran down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. As he exited the apartment complex, hot tears began to slide across his bruised face.

Ichigo pulled out his phone as soon as his feet hit pavement and he dialed up the first person he could think of.

"Yellow?"

"Shinji, I need you to come get me."

"HE HIT YOU? Ohmigod, Ichigo! Imma kill him! What the fuck! Was that the first time? How often does it happen? Why did you stay with such a dickface for so long?" Shinji was having a thorough freak-out. Ichigo sighed, glad to have someone to talk to but also slightly annoyed at his best friend for being so flamboyant.

"Well, obviously, it was the first time. I wouldn't have stayed with him for so damned long if it had happened before."

Shinji pounced on Ichigo, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Well, you can just stay with me now! I need a roommate and you have nowhere else to go!" Ichigo sighed. Shinji had gone from angry best friend to extremely excited roommate in exactly half a second. "Come on, I'll show ya you're new room!"

"Shinji, I've seen your guest room five thousand times."

"Yea, but it was a guest room then, now it's YOUR room!"

Ichigo sighed again and followed Shinji around the small apartment while Shinji gave him the "grand tour."

Suddenly, Ichigo was struck with a defeating realization. "Shinji, I left all my shit at Renji's place."

Shinji turned to his friend, a frightening grin spread across his face. He walked across the room, and pulled an aluminum baseball bat from his closet, creepy grin still in place.

"Well Ichi, we'll just have to go get it then, won't we"

AN:Dun dun dun! Someone better tell Renji ta run! ;) Anywhosit, whatcha think? Review and lemme know!