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WARNIN: maleXmale

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AN:/ I tried a different writing style here. Tell me what you think. Does it work or is it confusing?

Ichigo lied on the bed. His toned body was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, which made the red head shiver now, that the heat from the intimate dance before was dying out. He felt cold. As the young man lied there, he inspected the figure that lied right beside him. Ichigo fell deep in thought.

When he is sleeping, he looks so peaceful, calm I don´t think that serene expression will ever find its way to his face while he is awake. He is not frowning. I like it. Is he purring? Sometimes he reminds a huge feline, which is protecting its prey from other predators. He is so possessive and still, he´s so beautiful... I´m not sure if I can handle this anymore. I love him. It hurts. Does he really care about me? He says he does but he has cheated on me… His temper is so fierce. I guess that's the reason I fell for him. It hurts to think. He´s hurt me so many times already. I need some space. He´ll be angry. If I leave now I can make it. If I wait and he wakes, then he´ll probably chain me to the bed for trying to leave.

The red head raised himself up, trying to be extremely careful so he wouldn´t wake up the teal haired man, who was still asleep. Ichigo let the sheet fall to the bed exposing his naked form. With feather light steps he made his way to the wardrobe. The red head opened the door as carefully as he could and when he got it open he took a bag, where he threw few shirts, pants, socks and underwear. He took his cell phone and wallet from the night stand and dropped them to the bag together with the clothes. It took about ten minutes from Ichigo to gather everything he thought he would need.

Ichigo walked away from the room heading downstairs with the bag in his hand. He lowered the bag to the floor while he was looking through the jackets to find his own. He picked one, a dark brown colored winter jacket and put it on.

The red head picked up the bag from the floor and put his hand to the doorknob but found himself unable to turn it. He sighed and let go of the bag he was holding, it fell to the floor with a silent thud. Without taking off his shoes or jacket he turned around and climbed the stairs back up. Ichigo opened the bedroom door, finding the teal haired man right where he had left him. Ichigo walked to the other side of the bed and bend over the older male. His face hovered only few inches above the others. A painful smile spread to the red heads lips. Ichigo closed his eyes and lightly kissed the others temple. The red head withdrew few inches and with a quiet voice whispered.

"Grimmjow... "The sleeping figure didn´t react so with that he gently buried his face to the older man's hair, inhaling the smell of it, then withdrawing and first walking away from the bedroom, down the stairs, opening the outdoor, closing it, starting to walk away from their apartment. Ichigo had never been one to get emotional easily but he soon found out that there was nothing he could do to stop the warm droplets falling from his eyes, as he found stopping them useless he continued walking letting the tears roll down his cheeks that were slowly turning red from the cold. Snow was silently falling from the sky covering the red heads tracks.

The streets of Karakura were silent. There was no one to be seen and no one to see him and he preferred it that way. He didn´t want anyone to see him cry. He was not weak, just in love. Ichigo found it hard to digest that he had actually fallen for someone so bad that leaving them behind would actually make him physically feel nauseous. If he would be completely honest with himself he would admit that before meeting the teal haired man, he had not believed in love. Or to be more precise, he hadn´t believed he would ever fall in love. Ichigo had known for long that he was different from his friends. He would not enjoy checking out girls, while hanging around the mall nor would he accept any of the many confessions he had gotten. The red head hadn´t felt anything for them. Instead he had noticed that he kept checking guys everywhere he went and from that he had gotten extremely contradicted feelings. Ichigo was raised in a Lutheran family, so his religion, what he believed in, was all against what he felt in his heart. Before the red head met Grimmjow, he had spent over 3-years tormenting and punishing himself for what he was. It was Grimmjow, who finally made him realize that he was good just the way he was and he didn´t need to apologize or change for anyone. Not for his friends, or family and definitely not for God. He still felt some guilt. It was sort of like he had betrayed God. Ichigo´s steps slowed and finally he stopped altogether. He turned his face towards the sky. The feel of cold snowflakes falling to his face was calming. The tears had stopped flowing and were only a distant memory now. Ichigo closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander as the snowflakes kept dancing in the air, quietly falling.

Where had the man he loved gone to? When had Grimmjow started to change or was it he himself who had changed? Had he always been like that and the gentle memories of the teal haired man were only an illusion? Ichigo felt like a deep, dark, endless abyss had grown between them and separated them. He couldn´t understand how things had gotten to this point. Their relationship was nothing else anymore than sex.

They used to do things together. Simple things, like cook together, go shop the groceries and sometimes just simply sit at home and watch some random movie from the television. It didn´t matter what movie. They would never be there to find out how it ended anyways, since they always lost their interest before the movie had even reach the midsection. They improvised some more pleasant activities in the bedroom. Their relationship had worked so well. It wasn´t perfect, they argued but it was completely normal. No couple agreed over every single thing and they were no exception on that part but lately things had gotten a little weird to the red heads liking. The teal haired man had gotten extremely irritated and his temper would burst from the tiniest provocation. He was snapping to the red head, completely ignoring his feelings and needs and what about the sex? It had been more than just sex in Ichigo´s opinion. Before they weren´t having sex, they were making love. This was one of the things that the red head had first acknowledged. Ichigo felt like he was just being used.

He wasn´t sure of his partners feelings and since he couldn´t get the man to talk to him, he had no other choice, than to resort to desperate measures. He had to shake the man somehow. The red head didn´t care what the result would be. Would Grimmjow realize what was wrong with the way he acted? Would he finally open up and talk to the red head? Or would he leave him? Ichigo considered these choices as he stood, reaching a conclusion.

It was better to know the truth than live in a lie. It might hurt him badly or it might make things better. You´ll never know if you don´t even bother to give it a try. Ichigo was ready and more than willing to try figure out their problems but the moment for that was not now. He needed to be away from the older man, to think. He needed a quiet moment, just for him, to think.

Before Ichigo had noticed he had stated to shiver. It was cold, around -10 degrees Ichigo estimated. He started to move. It would do him no good to catch a cold by standing in the snow fall here. The red head looked around him, noticing that it was not long before he would reach his destination. His face had transformed to a mask that displayed no emotion whatsoever.

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"Hnnngh! Cold..."Grimmjow grunted and opened his eyes blinking slowly. His mind was still hazy from the dream as he sat up on the bed and moved his gaze around the room. The bed was empty. Ichigo´s place was empty. Where was he? A confused frown merged as the teal haired man called the younger male.

"Kurosaki…?" There was no answer for his call. What was this? Grimmjow got up from the bed, without bothering to dress himself. The teal haired man walked, searching the whole apartment, calling the red head, without receiving an answer.

"Where´d he go?" Grimmjow scratched the back of his head, starting to get irritated.

"Fuck! Where the hell is my cell phone?" He yelled. The teal haired man started his search. It didn´t take him long as he finally located the little box, which had been hiding in the pocket of his winter coat. As Grimmjow was punching the numbers he was planning a murder.

"The fuck he leaves after sex and doesn´t even leave a fucking note where he´s gone to! Fucking berry!" He brought the phone to his ear, waiting for the red head to pick up.

AN/: This was written during a break between my lessons. Once again I had the intention to write my other story 'Psychology class' but I forgot the data-traveler home and wanted to write, so I listened some music and started to improvise and this is what you get.

I use a pink data-traveler, where I keep all my stories. It helps me keep them away from anyone I prefer not to see them.

I hope you enjoyed reading and I have a plan to continue this fic.

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