Thank you everyone who took the time to read last chapter. Here is the second one a week later as promised.

Happy Fourth of July to all my American friends today. Enjoy the fireworks and independence. To everyone else, happy update!

Enjoy.

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If there was one thing Shiro was absolutely fantastic at, it was holding a grudge. It has been what fricken… six days? Anyway, a while since I shoved him into the bushes for his smart mouth. Honestly, the guy was just asking for it, dumb ass. Fuck, again. I'm a terrible narrator…

The reason being I haven't killed him yet, is I need his help to come up with ideas and ways to get back at that son-of-a-bitch-across-the-street Kurosaki. My pride is bruised and I hate that there's no way that I can think of to get back at this bastard. So, that means sucking it up and trying to schmooze my way back into my fuckwad of a roommate's good graces.

In a moment of clarity, I realize that somehow in my wanting to know the guy across the street, it degraded into this senseless and almost childish anger. Then I remember the way he dismissed me and I forget about introspection completely. Fuck introspection.

As I nurse my beer, I scratch out another idea, waiting for Shiro to return from work. As the night slowly progresses, I steadily become more irritated and tired of tasting now flat beer. Yanking at my hair, I scratch out another possible idea. God if my friend Ikkaku were here he'd tell me I had way too much time on my hands.

Well fuck you too, Ikkaku. Work's been thin for me lately and ooooh my goooood…. It's time to go to bed if I'm cussing out friends who are talking shit in my mind and aren't even here. Pressing palms into my blurry eyes, I finally hear the sound I've been waiting for; the quiet hum of tires in our driveway.

I saw the lights flash as he locked his doors and heard the sound of his healed boots click on the cement as he climbed up to the porch. At the sound of a key jingling in the lock, I leaned back in my kitchen chair, becoming more comfortable. The front door popped open and he closed it behind him, locking it and then stepping into the kitchen, throwing his keys into the key basket. He turned to the light switch and flipped it on. He had bent over to start unlacing his boots when his eyes caught me in their peripheral and he jumped sky high like a rabbit and yelled, falling flat on his ass and scrambling away.

Staring at him in irritated amusement, I smirked. "Did ya jus' piss y'self?"

He froze in his crawling to the living room couch and looked back at me wide-eyed. Slowly, recognition took root and anger quickly replaced the terror. "God damn it, Grimmjow! Gonna give me a fricken heart attack!" His hand held onto his chest as he panted for breath, standing up shakily.

He eyeballed me nastily. "Why the hell are ya up at five in the mornin' sittin' in the dark?" He glanced me over and grimaced as he caught a whiff of me. "Are ya drunk right now?"

"Nah, jus'a lil' tipsy." I glared at my flat beer and with a mental shrug, I threw the rest of it back. He grunted and plopped into a seat in front of me.

"Why are ya in here? And again, why're ya in the dark?" He leaned away suspiciously. "Are ya doing your creepy thing again?"

With a sneer, I gave him a slightly unsteady birdie. "No, not'a da m'ment. Bu', I need your help." I swiped at my brow, the alcohol in my system making me hot and sweaty.

He hummed in disquiet. "Jus' a little tipsy, my ass. How many of these things 'ave ya had, Grimm?"

Motioning violently through the air, I waved him off. "F'rget 'bout tha'… I nee' your help gettin' back'a this guy."

Shiro stared at me with his creepy black and gold contacts in complete confusion. "Grimm… the f—what guy?"

"Kurosaki! Tha' b'stard 'cross the street!" I was rubbing at my tired eyes but I could still feel Shiro lean back in gob smacked surprise.

"… This couldn't have waited until the mornin'?" He hedged quietly, almost frightened sounding.

"Nah, knew ya wouldn'a spoken ta me 'f I'd've tried. This was the bes'way ta get ya ta talk."

"Oh what, by gettin' halfway tanked, half coherent, in the dark, and scarin' the shit outta me?" The edge was coming back into his voice. I stared him dead in the eye, even with his creepy face and shit.

"Yes."

His lips pursed for all of two seconds before he threw his hands in the air in a grand sign of overdramatic bullshit. "Fine! I give up! Fuck it! What ya wantin', Grimm?" He rubbed his brows. "Anything short of murder of course, cuz fuck it, I'm not goin' ta jail cuzza you!"

With a mighty scoff –and perhaps a little more than tipsy spittle –I glared him down. "Who said anythin' 'bout murder? I jus'wanna get back'a this guy."

Shiro pursed his lips again and sighed. "Grimm, I don't know… Why don't ya fricken break inta his house and steal somethin', ne? Quit draggin' me in your weird shit."

Blinking thoughtfully at the ceiling, I realized that wasn't a half bad idea. That… could've also been the booze talking at the time too. But once I make up my mind, there ain't a single way I'm changing it! And I'm thinking that Shiro realized that too, judging from the slightly pale look he sent me. He stood with a graceless mutter, "The fuck did I just unleash?" And stumbled tiredly up the stairs.

This would take some serious planning and cunning. So, that's what I did. Over the next couple weeks, I would park the block behind the Kurosaki house, and sneak in through that neighbor's backyard to hop their fence and climb over into Kurosaki's backyard.

… The fuck, right? Such a child, yeah? Fuck, man I know. I'm stupid. So stupid. But, I'm still going to do it.

And I kept staying there, listening for indoor sounds, and started learning a routine. The house would remain quiet almost the whole time, but the same time every day, I would hear the water start to run. And it ran the same ten minutes every time. So, I began to plot my revenge.

I would climb the back wall ivy, and hop into the window with the open latch, that's never shut, and hop inside. Possibly steal something or break some shit, haven't decided yet, we'll see. But either way, today's the day.

I broke into a crouched run, hopped the backyard fence, and pressed my ear to the siding. I hear the water start right on time and with a smirk, I began climbing. Pulling the window open, I hopped inside –with a tight squeeze and a painful shimmy –and looked around. I had landed in what appeared to be an office. There was a computer and a lot of paperwork. Deciding to ignore this room for now, I left to look for something better. Opening the door, I looked down a surprisingly very tidy hallway.

Pictures lined the walls of several people, but two women were incredibly reoccurring. Pushing past them, I snuck past the bathroom with the water running in it and went to the door right past it, opening it to find an empty guest room. Shrugging, I shut that door and went up the second flight of stairs. At here I saw that the pictures were strictly of Kurosaki and the two women; the little girl and the young woman.

Starting to get an unsettled feeling in my stomach, I bypassed these too and opened the closest door and was stricken with confusion. Dust covered everything in a thick layer as if nothing had been touched in the room in years, but that wasn't what was so confusing. It was the contents of the room.

Everything in the room appeared to be geared towards a little girl's. It was painted a now faded pink, with little frills and lace and dolls. Little floral dresses and hats, with berets and plastic jewelry were placed neatly in the room. I saw hand drawn pictures hung lovingly on the wall, stick figures with awkward proportions. They were each labeled; daddy and mommy and me.

My stomach dropped and I swallowed thickly, stepping out of the room nauseated. Rubbing at my mouth, I closed the door and stood there in silence trying to wrestle my stomach back into order. Glancing down the hallway, I saw anther two doors. Opening the closest was a bathroom so I left it alone and carried on to the last one, my hand shaking.

I opened this door and almost backed right back out. Every room on this floor was covered in a thick layer of dust. But, this was the master bedroom and it was set up for two people. The blankets on the bed still pulled back from sleep but obviously not touched in several years. There was a woman's robe laying on the bed and fuzzy slippers beside it. But then, there was a more masculine pair of slippers on the other side of the bed. A dress hung from the closet door, set out with a pair of shoes as if someone was getting ready for work a long time ago and had forgotten about it.

Something pushed through the silence in my mind.

Such a tragedy for sure. Such a sad, sad state of affairs.

Blinking back sudden guilt and sadness, I closed the door behind me and snuck back down the hallway and down the stairs. By the time I had reopened the window and had climbed out, the water had stopped running. I closed it and jumped to the ground and hopped the fence. I staggered to my car and sat in it in an awful feeling daze.

What the hell happened to that guy? It was such a sad house, that Kurosaki house. It practically suffocated me in there, the oppression of bad feelings nearly devastating. How did that guy survive in there?

Turning the car on and flicking it into drive, I circled around to my house and pulled in. When I entered the house, Shiro looked up form the book he was reading and pulled his glasses from his nose.

"Ah, the Psycho returns! How went the breaking and entering? Find anything good?"

He stopped picking at me when I said nothing to him and simply sat in the couch staring at the blank TV. I heard him shift uncomfortably in the kitchen.

"Grimm? You okay, man? Did ya see a dead body or somethin'? You're paler then a ghost."

"… Or something."

He stayed quiet after that.

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Another joke in terrible taste.

A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner. Both he and his wife decide that they won't tell the kids what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.

The dad said, "Well it's what Mommy calls me sometimes."

The little girl screamed to her brother, "Don't eat it. It's an asshole!"

Again, I'm sorry. Best wishes, everyone.