Title: Pose For me: Chapter 4

Author's Notes: It starts off a little boring but the love story finally picks up at the very end but don't skip through it or you'll miss how this is piecing together. Also if anyone knows an anime like Kuroko no basuke, can you recommend it for me?

Warnings: Fluff, bad language, yaoi. Guys I can't keep up with the names because Fanfiction decided to be limp dick and stop sending me notifications so by the time I noticed, it was way too many. But I'll make a list at the end of the entire story thanking everybody!

I caught myself staring off again while modeling. Normally, it wasn't too bad but now I couldn't snap out of my weird trance without physical contact ranging from a poke to a shove. Nothing seemed interesting anymore, it was all just work. I needed to work and get all the money that dad needed for a kidney transplant and Yuzu's due date was only two weeks away. Pray to God that she gets lucky and nothing happens before and after. I was barely keeping up with all the medical bills and it was really stressful.

I sat down in the lounge after my photo shoot. It wasn't consciously but since Grimmjow was the only person there that I knew on a level of more than some hot guy, I spent quite a bit of time with him during work. Normally, it's just listening to him bitch about something or another. Or he'll call up his girlfriend of the week or day, whichever he feels like, and yell at her. To my surprise, he hasn't gotten any of them pregnant and he doesn't have STDs, according to him at least.

His large hands patted my on the shoulder, "You're shaking like a fucking leaf."

"Huh?" I came back to reality, "Oh. Sorry."

"The hell you apologizing for, what the hell are you thinking about?" Grimmjow threw himself into a nice chair right next to me. We had couches and armchairs.

"It's nothing," I sighed hoping he wouldn't get himself involved into this. Reaching over behind me, I pulled out one of the books that I'd been reading and opened it up to the page I left off on. It was last novel that my author and I worked on before he went on hiatus. It was titled How to Grow Happiness. The book was a beautiful one, but I hadn't expected anything less from him. It told of a story of a lover conjured up by the imagination of a girl with a terminal illness. The character created by the main character's bubbly spirit is a man who is stoic with a pale face and shows almost no emotions. During the last few months of her life, she finds this man in real life and she knows it. He, on the other hand, not knowing the girl chooses to ignore her and treat her as a pest.

In the end, there's only one person there for her and it's him. He realized just how much he meant to her but never actually got the chance to tell her because she was on life support by the time he came to terms with it. You don't know something is precious until it's lost.

"Shit…" I heard Grimmjow whisper. He had his phone out in front of him and I'm guessing he was scrolling through his messages. I glared at him through my deep reading. He looked up too and saw my book. I noticed his blue eyes widen a little before he disappeared into his phone again and me into my book.

"So… you like that book?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like that author?"

I wanted to tell him that I was his author so of course I liked him, but then I didn't because Grimmjow was already way too involved with my life as it was, "Mhmm."

Giving me more attention than I wanted, Grimmjow pushed his phone back into his pocket and crossed his fingers together in a much more collective form than I had ever seen him.

"Usually, when people read that book, there's generally something fucked up with their life, to say the least. They look to that book as an inspiration for them to keep going," putting one leg over the other in a professional 'I'm gonna give you therapy' fashion he asked, "Something wrong?"

I didn't say anything, just looked down into my book.

"That's enough. Ichigo. If you cry about it, nothing is gonna change. The only thing that's going to happen is your mirror will cringe watching you and everyone else will be drowned away. It's okay to waste yourself away trying to grow happiness on those lips for that smile that no one's seen in forever. There's not that much to life. Just smile and it will all there."

With that he got up and left. What the fuck just happened… Was that really Grimmjow? It sounded so different, so much cleaner and of deeper thought. Those things that he said aren't things that normal people would come up with. Flipping my book back and forth, I realized that his language sounded a lot like the text in the novel. It was like some side of Grimmjow that I'd never known broke through for a few moments and spoke and then left again.

What the hell? Maybe it was best that I forget Grimmjow ever said that. Although... it might've been the least assholish thing he's ever said. What was he saying about crying? No one was crying... or...

Looking down, I saw a few tiny-sized water stains on my paper. No, you have got to be shitting me. With a finger, I traced it back up to my face and sure enough, I felt something wet at the end of and my eyes had clearly glossed over. Dammit... Gotta cover it up. With the backs of my hands, as unnoticeably as I could, I wiped away any residue on my face.

After a few moments, Ishida came over. Hopefully, he didn't see my little scene, fucking tear ducts. As always, he had the same clipboard in front of him that he glanced at again and again. Finally, fixing a good look on me, he said, "I don't think this was in your job description, but as a new top-hit model, you're going to have to start doing random acts of kindness. Not little deeds, but the big things you see other celebrities doing. It doesn't matter what you do, it has to be publicity, or you could do it not for the sake of publicity, although, it would get a lot anyways."

"Like what... donating to charities? Cancer support?" I asked. To be honest, I suspected this would come along. It wouldn't be too much of a problem if I didn't have to use all of my money on medical bills.

"Basically," he nodded his head and then he got up and left. On the way when he was walking back, he turned around and smiled at me, "Um... Good job today!"

For the next few days, things continued along normally. Get up, go to work, pay bills, try to figure out Grimmjow (Why the fuck do I spend time on this, seriously?), and then go to bed. There were other things I was supposed to do, mainly to keep my 'figure', but I've been doing the same thing for the eight years and it hasn't affected me at all. So, I'm not changing anything if I don't have to.

It felt like I had no emotional room for a romantic relationship. I know that one of my closest friends, Rukia had hooked up with a model at our studio: the awkwardly tattooed red-haired one. I swear, her tastes are so odd, but as long as she's happy I don't see my problem with it. Once in a while, I'd meet up with some girl for lunch but it was just "friends" the entire time so nothing even mattered.

I'll admit, it was a daring feat but I managed to go out with Orihime for lunch, just for idle banter. Still, I'm unclear as to what my incentives were. There I found out everything about Grimmjow's family... Like I'd want to know. No, I didn't care.

Just to re-account, Grimmjow was from a family of a mother, father, and one of three brothers, who apparently are nothing like him. He had a younger brother named Ulquiorra: a perfect being with no emotions but strangely adorable, as Orihime described him. The orange-haired girl actually went on and on about just this one person and some of the things she said lead me to suggest that she may have feelings for him.

To Nnoitra, his older brother, who had a really, tall, lanky build to him, he wasn't someone that Orihime liked to be around. Nnoitra wasn't perfect, at the very least and never followed through to what their parents said but somehow came out of it alright. He's married to a girl that I'm actually friends with named Neliel Tu, Nel for short.

On the other side of Orihime's intriguing tale, there were their parents. Apparently, Grimmjow is the one most pressured by them to "do well in life" and be "more like his brother". Grimmjow was said to never really have been accepted into his family for everything from sexuality to career choices. Nonetheless, his parents still tried to keep an iron fist to rule over him. Ulquiorra finally crashed and burned underneath to become what he is today but "rebellious little Grimmy-kun was still fighting against his parents will."

I vaguely remember the rest of the conversation but there was a part when she started struggling with her words. I believe it was about their marriage arrangement between their parents.

This could NOT have been right, in anyone's wildest dreams. There were rumors going around that Grimmjow was going into surgery... to donate some organ. I think it was a kidney. That wasn't the weirdest part, he was donating to a complete stranger.

"Why the fuck do you care about what I do with my life?"

Boy, this was an awkward moment. I was grabbing at the collar of his shirt and I'd pushed him up against the wall rather aggressively. I have no fucking clue why I got so angry at him. Actually, shit, I don't even remember what I was saying before this, probably something about the donation.

"Why the hell would you donate a perfectly good kidney to a stranger!" I fought back just as scornfully.

"Damn. I didn't think you'd be this concerned. Fuck it, I don't need the kidney- someone else does though!" He flanked my wrists off of his shirt and whipped his hair to one side.

At that moment, I realized what an asshole I was becoming. Backing off, I blinked a few times, and nervously replied, "Y-You're doing it for the publicity, aren't you?"

"The fuck do you know! Yer like the rest of the lot!" Now, I was striking up a flame from the sparks, "Dammit, no one was ever supposed to find out about because whatever the hell I decide to do with my life shouldn't be stickin' poles up people's asses. Fuck, I don't even know how this shit leaked!"

"..." I sighed really nervously. Goddammit, I managed to make myself seem like such a fucking ass. What the hell IS wrong with me? There's no way had this been anyone else, that I'd have cared. "Sorry."

Muttering that last apology under my breath, I left the room as quickly as I could. My face was red, so fucking red. How did I embarrass myself like that? And I was supposed to be the good guy, funny, huh? Now, I don't think I can ever look him in the eye or even talk to him. It was time to leave for the day, thankfully. Untucking my shirt and throwing the sides over my pants and unbuttoning my cuffs, I rushed out of the room as quickly as I could.

By the time I got downstairs and I was heading towards my car, oddly enough, there's a rather strange man standing in front of me. He was a few inches shorter than me, big, no, GIANT green eyes, sort of long black hair, really pale skin, and the most stoic stare that penetrated straight through to your soul.

"I do not have time for this," he said to himself, looking back up at me, "Do you know where I can find a character by the name of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez?"

Grimmjow... why? It's like I've imagined this person before.

"Yeah, wait, who are you?"

"I do not think my identity is relevant to this. Now, if you will kindly tell me where this man is, I'll be on my way."

"Oh but it is," I ran a hand through my orange hair and realized he wasn't going to tell me so I took a guess, "Are you by any chance Ulquiorra?"

His eyes widened at his name, "I will not ask how you know this. But now you know, can you tell me where to find this p-." I didn't let him finish his sentence. You don't call your brother the same thing you'd call someone you've never met before.

"Your brother was up on the ninth floor a few minutes ago. That entire floor is one agency, so if you ask around, you can find him."

No thank you, no nothing. He just nodded his head, shoved his hands into his pockets, and went into the elevator behind me. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Grimmjow's little brother was worse than him. Maybe their entire family was like that, who knows. The aura that that man, Ulquiorra, gave off was insanely depressing. Like he had nothing else to live for in life. I didn't know his story or anything, but that's how his words were heard.

Down in the lounge by the entrance of the building, I saw Urahara Kisuke sitting in one of the chairs. Thought he'd be doing something a lot busier at this time of day, but he wasn't. It may have been to hide his identity, but he was in a large black trench coat with his normal awkward green-striped hat that he had pulled over his blonde hair and attempted to cover most of his face.

"U-Urahara?" I exclaimed sorta loudly. He looked up, a little bit startled.

"Oh, hi Ichigo! I just came to pick some stuff up, gotta keep covred so people don't see me," he smirked at me and pulled his hat even further down, still keeping a green eye on me, "Oh and I have some information for you too."

He pulled out some papers from an envelop and I sat down next to him. There were x-rays and some cat scans and ultrasounds. They were from Yuzu.

"Her condition's getting a lot better and the fetal development is going fine, she should be right on date, whatever the fetus has is actually healing itself which is actually a rare occurrence," I flashed through the paperwork and I was quite satisfied with myself.

"And... good news, we found a valid kidney donator for your dad and they aren't charging you anything!"

I honestly didn't believe this. My luck was unbearable surreal: a free kidney?! That cut a lot out of my spending as well so more money for me... or should I say radiation treatment for my dad.

My good mood was ruined after a few seconds though. Urahara and I started idly conversing about my job and how it was going so far. I started talking about Grimmjow and the other pale-faced man that had shown up. He explained that I guessed correctly: that was Ulquiorra, Grimmjow's younger brother. And lo and behold, speak of the devil-

"Shut the hell up! I ain't going anywhere with you! Tell them to shove their opinions up their tight asses cuz I don't give a fuck about it!"

The elevator can't open violently, can it? Because it seemed to as a blur of mad blue hair ran out of it, closely followed by Ulquiorra who didn't have to try too hard to move at a pace and strike an appearance in the room that rivaled his brother.

"Stop fucking following me! And, hell, I'm not even going to go home!" Grimmjow looked around with hungry and angry eyes before he spotted me, "Get in your car, we're going, to your place."

He started to order me around. What the hell? He isn't coming to MY HOUSE. I don't want a raving sex machine lurking around in a house where two people can see each other. Not to mention, we're gonna be the only two people there.

"Huh, what?!" I exclaimed and my voice went up a few octaves as he grabbed my by my arm and pulled me out to the parking lot. I dropped the paper in the chair next to Urahara on the 'way out'. Instinctively, I got in the drivers seat and he was riding shotgun. I saw his brother looking at us like a shadowed figure from afar.

"Your brother-"

"Drive." Grimmjow took a deep breath and then, once again, he repeated his command, "Drive."

It would just be easier to listen to him, rather than to try to make shit out of the situation although it was already shit. I backed out and stepped on the gas. We were home after an awkward 20 minutes. He didn't say a word. Ironically enough, he didn't do anything either like go on his phone. He just stared out the window with these weird expression in his eyes.

We went upstairs to my penthouse that the company arranged for me to be in as part of the 'deal' for when I was working there. To me, it was luxury, to Grimmjow, I'm not sure what it was.

I opened up the door and put my stuff down on the couch. Grimmjow just sorta strolled in with his hands in his pockets and sat down on my couch. Personally, I didn't wanna get involved with Grimmjow's problems or life. But he looked so sad, just sitting on the couch with his head hung over his arms and his eyes closed in frustration.

So, I put a kettle to boil on the stove and I came back to the couch.

"...What's wrong?" I asked really slowly, like really, really slowly.

He didn't say anything for a few moments, then, he sighed heavily again and replied, "Me. I'm what's wrong. It's like everyone has a problem with me."

There was nothing in his grabbing vicinity to throw. "Goddammit, my ol' man can't fucking come to terms that I'm not gonna do what he wants! Fucking hell, what does it take to get that through their brains?"

I didn't respond. Although, I did go sit down next to him, carefully, as to avoid any casualties. I had too many hospital bills to pay anyways. "So why are they at the your house?"

Normally, I tried really hard to not involve myself in anything but I guess I couldn't hold back; his problems sounded all too interesting.

Grimmjow took another dangerously deep breath as if he couldn't filter enough oxygen with a normal sized breath, "Probably to convince me to, I don't fucking know, marry Orihime! Or, 'quit yer foolish, unpredictable job and become heir of the company', like neither of those two oversized shitheads couldn't take it over."

Now it was clear to me why he acted so cold around Orihime, he didn't actually like her. Surprise, surprise, didn't see that one fuck me upside the head. I assumed his 'foolish, unpredictable job' was being a model but judging by where he was now and the money he was making, it didn't seem foolish at all. And then by oversized shitheads, he probably meant his two brothers who refused to take the company into their hands much to everyone's surprise. Especially Ulquiorra, being that he is the one that follows in his father's footsteps.

"Being a model isn't yer only job, right, Ichigo?" Grimmjow looked at me. The question didn't sound threatening at all compared to all of the other shit that comes spouting out of his mouth.

Solemnly, I shook my head. How I longed to be an editor again- the man whore life was not the life for me. I'm terrible around women and I've never been much of a showy person.

"Thought so..." Grimmjow clicked his tongue and threw back his head against the plush felt on the couch, "The water."

"Oh, right." I ran up to get the kettle off of the stove as it whistled. Bringing the tea back, I handed a cup to Grimmjow. He took it rather nervously and took a slight sip of it, as did I.

"It's not my only job either," he added with another quiet sip.

"Wait... R-Really?" I was about to spit out the tea... he had another job? I swear to god if he says 'prostitute', I'm kicking him out of the house.

"Yeah, I'm a writer," saying that, he smiled to himself, as if that made him ridiculously happy just talking about it, "A best-selling author to be specific."

"I-I'm not a writer! But I am an editor for a best-selling author!" Quickly, I shot up my position too. You know, Grimmjow might not be all that bad... maybe I just got to know the wrong side of him. I take that back, every side of him is wrong- but an author? That's really cool!

"Huh?" Grimmjow looked at me with raised eyebrows and he set down his cup on the coffee table, "Where the FUCK do you work?"

"Well, I work at Hueco Mundo publishing," I finished the last of my tea.

"That's funny, me too," he answered quietly, smirking even more than before, "Is there a specific author that you edit for?"

"WHAT? YES. I edit for Pantera sensei..." As soon as I said that I felt my cheeks burn up and my ears went red. It felt like my heart thrashed about in my heart and I could hardly contain it. I knew it wasn't his real name but I didn't know his real name. Every work that comes out does a really good job of hiding his identity as a person.

"...Huh? Why are you blushing...?"

I don't know what I was thinking at that moment... But it just came out, I swear to god. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

"I love him..."

Author's (Well reviews, then...) ending note:
I know- Pantera- pfft. Yeah, I couldn't think of another pen name to use for him because I'm not creative and I don't want to get him mixed up with any other characters. (First time I uploaded this everything at the end died)

Darkbloodz: That's my duty as a writer. Okay, I've been watching way too much Shingeki no Kyojin.

Phoenixreal: You're words are making me blush. I say this with feeling but I type like Ulquiorra.

Voluptuous: Yeah sometimes a lot of fanfictions-COUGHS MY FANFICTION END COUGH- Pull a sword art online on everybody and just leaves the reader not knowing anything about the characters. It's a little sad. I'M SORRY THAT MY PLOT TWISTS ARE SO PREDICTABLE.

tuckwoo: And I fucking love your name!

Chloe: I don't know what language you speak but it's really cool. Thanks for saying so much about my 'nice heart'. I laugh because I'm terrible with words- I don't think like other people or talk like other people so it's hard for me to get my point across. AHAHA. I'll give you a hint: Inoue did not fall for Ichigo.

AnimeLuvr13: Oh dear, lord only knows what will happen if you eat that shit...

SLYSWN: I'm pretty sure whenever I shine a light on things, I use a really, really dim flashlight and everybody gets mad at me because they knew it anyways. But I love your enthusiasm; I hope to impress you with the next few chapters.

I've been an otaku for almost four years (THIS IS LIKE A LONG TIME FOR ME) and I've read countless manga and watched countless anime. But it seems like I've run out of anime to watch. I've watched almost all of the yaoi or all the ones I found interesting. And I have come to absolutely despise shojo. My favorites right now (shingeki no kyojin is my all time favorite now) is Kuroko no Basuke and Free! and other sports anime that have been coming out. So I need RECOMMENDATIONS!PLEASE!

Keep your eyes peeled as there might be a (weirdish) mpreg Eren x Rivaille (Levi) Fanfiction coming from me.