Be prepared for the new chapter of
Love Lessons
Warning: There some naughty stuff in this one, if you look really hard anyway.
Also a gay cat.
Chapter Two: “I’m paid to teach you the subject, that’s what I do. Therefore it aint my fault if a kid is to stupid to learn”
Monday again, thought the blue haired teacher. Grimmjow had been at Karakura High School for one week and to say he hated it was an understatement. He loathed it. He loathed the other teachers, especially the females, who would bat their eyelashes at him and giggle like the school girls he taught. He hated the bratty children who made up pathetic excuses about their homework. More than anything he hated the feel of the place, the stifling air of the corridors and the classrooms. He leaned back in his chair, watching the class in front of him scribbling furiously on their tests.
His eyes drifted to the familiar head of orange hair that was bent over the desk, the teen was today sporting a bandage around that shock of hair and Grimmjow felt a niggling curiosity at why. Of course he didn’t ask. He was pretty sure that was the job of someone who gave a damn.
Surprisingly, his original interest in the teen hadn’t wavered. More and more the teen reminded him of his teenage self, the way he held himself, the way he answered back to teachers, his quick temper and the habit of landing himself in a fight. All of these were like a breath of fresh air to Grimmjow from the rest of the idiots that surrounded him in this school.
Not that the teen wasn’t an idiot. Grimmjow was pretty sure that the teen had something wrong with him. The other day he had walked into the, what he had thought, empty classroom to see the teen leaning on a desk and muttering to himself. On top of that, the kid was failing. How badly he was failing, Grimmjow was about to find out.
“Times up,” He announced, grinning a little sadistically at the depressed faces that stared back at him. “Pass your tests forward,” He instructed.
The bell rang and he watched the two girls, one with long brown hair and the other with short black hair walk over to the teen as he began to pack away his things. He glanced up at them before smiling a little, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
“Grimmjow sensei,” murmured a quiet voice to his left and he turned to look at the blushing girl who stood next to him. “I collected the tests for you,” she smiled, shyly. Grimmjow grunted and gestured to the desk.
“Throw them on there,” He told her, standing and pulling his jacket from the chair behind him. He walked out of the classroom and walked along the corridor in the opposite direction to the staff room, towards the roof. He couldn’t be bothered to sit around and pretend he liked the other teachers, especially the vice-principle Tousen, who he knew didn’t like him.
Out on the roof he inhaled the fresh air, walking around the corner and leaning against the cold stone. He had just lit up a cigarette when he heard voices drifting over.
“Jesus Kurosaki, what the hell happened to you?” Renji exclaimed, pointing at the teens head as he walked out onto the roof with Tatsuki and Orihime at lunchtime.
“Some guy’s from another school decided to pick a fight,” Ichigo shrugged, sitting himself next to his friend.
“What the hell did they do to you? Try and drop a brick on your head?” Renji asked, examining the bandage around the others head. Ichigo snorted in response and pushed his friends head away.
“Shut up, idiot! If it hadn’t been for Chad they would have slammed my head against the wall for a second time,”
“So you got your ass kicked?” Renji smirked and Ichigo growled.
“There were six of them,” He pointed out angrily and Renji rolled his eyes.
“Six of them who had you pinned down anyway, Ichigo had already knocked out the other three,” Chad’s voice cut in. Renji jumped a little as the shadow of the huge boy fell across them. Chad wore a bandage on his knuckles and Ichigo looked up at him.
“Hey Chad,” He greeted and Chad nodded in response. Tatsuki rolled her eyes at Ichigo.
“You knocked out three of them? What happened to the little Ichigo I knew who couldn’t punch someone to save his life?” She grinned and Ichigo frowned.
“Well Kurosaki-kun, at least you and Sado-kun are okay,” Inoue put in, smiling happily at the two of them while opening her lunch box.
The group of friends stared at the food inside, eyes wide.
“What the hell is that!?” Renji shouted, glancing at the others to confirm if they felt that the ‘food’ inside the girl’s lunch box was not edible.
Grimmjow smirked as he listened to the conversation around the corner. The kid had took down three guys? That was pretty impressive, even if they were just high school punks he had fought. Grimmjow stretched and turned to walk to the door, slipping unnoticed past the bunch of high school students. Or at least, he thought he did.
Ichigo watched the blue haired man walk back down the steps into school, his face a deep frown. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about the man’s presence that made him feel sick.
“Hey! Earth to Ichigo! You listening to me?” Renji shouted, snapping the other out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ichigo muttered, waving away the hand that was prodding the side of his face.
The rest of the school day seemed to crawl by for Ichigo as he watched the minute hand on the clock tick slowly round. He swore that every time he looked away from it, the clock stopped. The weird feeling in his stomach had returned when he had walked past the blue haired teacher in the corridor later on and now all he could think about was getting the hell out of his school.
A piece of chalk was thrown at his head and he winced.
“Stop day dreaming Kurosaki and read page 53,” His teacher had told him as he rubbed the spot on his forehead. The words on the page were just a blur of squiggles and he frowned, his eyes looking at the words but not taking them in. He hadn’t been able to shake this strange feeling lately, that he was just floating through life without ever really doing anything. The monotony of his life and his family and his friends, as much as he loved all of them, was becoming unbearably depressing to him. He felt as if it was raining in his head, and had been, constantly since he was nine years old.
The bell interrupted his thoughts and the teacher announced they could clear away their things. Ichigo stood up and picked up him bag.
“Hey, Ichigo, why don’t we go to town before going home?” Keigo chirruped happily and Ichigo shook his head.
“I can’t sorry Keigo, my dad wants me to help out in the clinic tonight,” The teen stated, before turning and walking out of the classroom. His friends glanced at one another before heading their separate ways, each one with worried thoughts over the teen.
The heavy rain pounded down around him and Ichigo ran his hand through his wet orange hair. His thoughts were so maudlin today. Perhaps it was the rain making him relive every tiny detail of memories he wanted to forget. The rain always made him feel like this.
“Kurosaki,” A voice behind him said, and Ichigo spun round. There stood the ghost of his old math teacher, tears running down her face. Ichigo sighed; he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with spirits today. Honestly he was never in the mood to deal with them, but today especially.
“What?” He asked, his frown deepening into a scowl as the woman cried in front of him.
“My cat’s gone….gone missing,” She sobbed, staring at him pitifully. He raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want me to do about it?” He asked slowly, the idea that she wanted him to find it already forming in his head.
“Find it!” She cried taking a step towards him. “I know that if you find him and return him to my sister I’ll able to move on!”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not your cat that is keeping you tied to this world,” Ichigo muttered. He glanced back at the woman’s sad face and sighed, rubbing his hand across his eyes tiredly.
“Fine, what is it called and what does it look like?” He asked and the spirit clapped her hands together in delight.
“His name is Mr. Jenkins and he is a pure black cat, with odd eyes, one green and one yellow. He has a chunk missing from his right ear where he got in a fight and he’s eleven years old.” She informed him before pausing, “I can’t think of anything else you will need to find him,”
Ichigo nodded, his eye twitching a little. Since when had he become some kind of lost pet catcher? Sure spirits had asked him to do strange things before to help them ‘move on’ but this one was possibly the most irritating. How these stupid things knew he could see them was a mystery to him.
“Well, I’ll start looking for it tomorrow…” He started before she cut him off.
“Could you not start now? I mean its terrible weather and if he’s outside in this rain he could catch a cold!” She cried, her hands flying up to her mouth as she considered the terrible idea. Ichigo blinked dumbly; surely if he was looking for her cat in this weather he could catch a cold. But then he saw the tears in her eyes and sadness on her face and he knew deep down that he would help her, because he couldn’t bear seeing a face that looked so sad.
“Okay, okay,” He sighed, hating himself for giving in. “I’ll look for your cat now, where does your sister live?”
Two hours later and the rain had finally let off, and Ichigo was no closer to finding the woman’s cat. He was soaked through, cold and irritated when he finally stomped through the park near the spirits sister’s apartment when he heard a noise from the bush next to him. He gritted his teeth and growled out,
“Mr Jenkins?”
A soft meow from the bush answered him and Ichigo’s eye twitched. The damn cat had been in a park two minutes away the entire time? The spirit gushed with happiness at the sigh of her cat and bent down.
“Goodbye Mr Jenkins,” she whispered, slowly starting to fade.
“Wait! What am I meant to do with the cat!?” Ichigo shouted pointing at the black shivering creature sat at his feet. But the spirit was gone. Ichigo sighed, looking down at the pathetic animal. “Guess I’ll give you back to her sister,”
He bent down, moving to scoop the cat up when the creature lashed out, sharp claws leaving deep red scratches on his hand.
“Son of a bitch!” Ichigo hissed, examining the marks. The cat purred happily and began to lick the paw it had just scratched him with. Ichigo growled, picking the cat up quickly. The claws were out again, scratching at any part of his body they made contact with.
Ichigo held the creature at arms length as he climbed the steps of the apartment complex, trying to remember which house the cat belonged to.
“Evil creature,” The teen hissed as the cat bit his hand. “I’m trying to take you home and you bite me!” He shouted angrily as the cat wriggled.
Grimmjow walked up the steps to his apartment when a figure at the door of the flat next to his caught his eye. Grimmjow wasn’t a man of poetry but right then he could think of nothing else to describe the scene in front of him. The teen was dripping wet, his white shirt clinging to the muscular contours of his body and he was cursing at a black cat in his arms. His handsome face was twisted into a deep frown as he struggled to hold the cat and knock at the door. But it was his hair that most caught Grimmjow’s attention, with the orange rays of the dying sunset behind him the teen’s hair was alive with colour, damp and sparkling in the twilight. The cat leapt from the boy’s arms and the teen gave a yelp of surprise. The creature bounded towards Grimmjow, wrapping around his legs and purring.
Ichigo noticed him then, his eyes widening and his frown vanishing.
“Sensei,” He stated dumbly and Grimmjow snorted in response, bending to pick up the black cat.
“She won’t be back for another few hours,” He said, pointing with his thumb towards the woman’s door before moving to rub behind the cat’s ears. It purred contentedly and Ichigo glared at it.
“That figures,” Ichigo snorted, running his hand through his damp hair and sighing.
“What did you want her for anyway?” Grimmjow asked, his blue eyes never leaving the teen’s face. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, or was the teen before him blushing ever so slightly?
“To give her back that demon of hell,” Ichigo growled, nursing his sore hand. Grimmjow glanced at the cat and then the teen before shrugging and holding the wriggling animal out to him.
“Well, there you go,” He stated, waiting for the teen to take the animal.
“But she isn’t here,” Ichigo pointed out, frowning, confusion evident in his brown eyes. Grimmjow shrugged,
“That aint my problem,” He growled, shoving the struggling animal into the boy’s arms before walking past him to get into his own flat. He walked in, pulling his new pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighting one. He turned then, sticking his head out of the door. “Well are you fucking coming in or not?” He demanded his scowl harsh enough to rival Ichigo's.
Ichigo was confused as he stepped though the door to his teachers flat. Not once in that entire exchange had the man said he could wait in his flat, but now he was acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world for Ichigo to do. A towel smacked him in the face as he put the cat down after shutting the door accompanied by a ruff order of “dry yourself off, you look like you fell in a fucking river,”
Ichigo sat down awkwardly on the sofa of his teacher’s house, his heart pounding. He had no idea why he suddenly felt so sick, or why he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest, but he knew he didn’t want to be here very long. The man intimidated him and confused him. Grimmjow walked into the room then, a beer in his hand and sat down on the sofa next to Ichigo,
“You want one?” He asked and Ichigo blinked,
“No thanks,” He said and Grimmjow shrugged. The sound of hisses came from somewhere and Ichigo looked to his left to see a blue cat and the black one fighting. “Is that your cat?” He asked the man, and Grimmjow followed his gaze.
“Yeah, his names Pantera,” He said stretching lazily. Ichigo glanced away when Grimmjow’s black t-shirt raised a little, showing a section of muscled stomach. Seeing that made him feel even stranger for a reason he couldn’t understand.
Grimmjow noticed the teen’s reaction and gave no comment. He was thinking pretty hard about how to phrase his next statement.
“You’re failing my subject you know that? Quite badly, in fact I’m starting to think that you’re a fucking idiot,” He said suddenly before taking a drink of beer. Ichigo turned to look at the man then, his face angry.
“Maybe you’re just a shit teacher,” Ichigo growled, loosing his temper. He was dimly aware that a part of him was telling him to not speak to a teacher that way, but he was irritated by the man and his strange behaviour.
“True, but right now the problem seems more to be that you are an idiot.” Grimmjow smirked, liking the look of fire in the teen’s eyes.
“Well what am I supposed to do about that?” Ichigo argued, his hands clenched into fists.
“Hell if I know, I’m paid to teach you the subject, that’s what I do. Therefore it aint my fault if a kid is to stupid to learn,” He took another drink of beer, “Get a tutor or something if you really care about it that much,”
Ichigo was angry at this man for his comments, but he rolled his eyes and scowled rather than punching the man.
“Well then, who should I ask to fucking tutor me?” Ichigo asked, struggling to keep the anger from his voice.
“If you ask them like that, nobody,” Grimmjow smirked, he took another drink and when he next turned to look at Ichigo his smile was near sadistic. Ichigo swallowed, and fought the urge to move away from the man. The predatory look on his face was frightening. “I could always do it,” Grimmjow said then, and Ichigo froze.
“You?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the man, “why would you?”
“Take it or leave it, berry head,” Grimmjow shrugged, standing up and turning on the television. Ichigo thought about it, his head swimming. He wanted to be a doctor, therefore he had to do well and how could he fail with a teacher helping him? But the fight or flight instinct in him was screaming at him to say no. He crushed the feeling down.
“Thanks, sensei.” He said, his gaze not on the man, “If you’re willing to tutor me, I’d like your help,” He ground out, and Grimmjow felt that smirk sliding across his face again.
“The bitch next door should be home now,” He told the teen and Ichigo glanced at the clock on the wall. He stood up, bending to pick up his bag. Grimmjow glanced away from the delectable sight being offered to him and glanced over at where to two cats were curled up around one another, purring happily. “Tch, makes sense that they would turn out to be gay,” he muttered. Ichigo picked up the sleeping black cat, which then bit him hard enough to draw blood.
“Stupid thing,” Ichigo growled before glancing at his teacher, “See you tomorrow Grimmjow sensei,”
“Yeah, yeah,” The man snorted in response, lighting another cigarette, “Now get the fuck out before you piss me off anymore,”
The door clicked shut and Grimmjow sighed. The mindless talk of the television filling the silence of the room and he inhaled again on his cigarette, the silver smoke dancing up into the air before his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he had said he would help the kid. Maybe he felt the kid needed a break. If he was that kid’s age and someone had just tried to help him, maybe he wouldn’t have made so much of a mess of his life. Or maybe it was because he had a feeling the kid had the tiniest crush on him, and he wanted the boy around to boost his ego. Plus it wasn’t like the kid wasn’t easy on the eye, and he had a fire to him, a spark. Arguing with him was actually fun and it made Grimmjow feel alive to see the beauty of those chocolate eyes brimming with anger.
He ran his hand through his shock of blue hair as his cat jumped onto his knee, purring happily. He rubbed behind the animals ears, looking down at the cat.
“I might have just made a pretty big mistake, but like hell will I admit that to anyone but you,” He growled to the quiet room.
Ichigo lay in bed, his mind in turmoil. He didn’t know why he had accepted the man’s help. An evil, niggling voice in his mind was telling him it was because he couldn’t do anything on his own and that he liked the man. That he wanted the man.
He rolled over, closing his eyes and letting himself drift to sleep.
Ichigo was sat on the sofa in the man’s flat, and there he was, blue hair glinting as he walked out of the bedroom. This time he was shirtless, and Ichigo felt his face heat up a little. Grimmjow smirked then, a predatory look in his eye.
“You look cute when you do that, berry head,” He purred into Ichigo’s ear, his breath warm. Ichigo let his eye’s slide shut at the feeling and the man’s hands ghosted up the inside of his thighs.
“Let’s get you out of these wet things,” His teacher murmured again, fingers making light work of Ichigo’s buttons and sliding his trousers of his legs.
Grimmjow’s lips pressed against his, teasing his mouth open and sliding his tongue in. Ichigo let out a soft moan and Grimmjow’s hand began to rub him through the material of his boxer shorts.
“You want more?” He asked, sliding his hand under the waistband. Ichigo nodded as the man placed kisses on his neck, before biting down. Ichigo arched into him, his hands tangling in silky soft blue strands. His head had moved now and his boxers were being slowly slipped off. He could feel warm breath on his aching member and as Grimmjow’s tongue lapped at his head, he gave a gasp, thrusting his hips upwards. Grimmjow smirked, and slowly took him inch by inch into his mouth.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Ichigo sat up, breathing hard. His pants were tight and he slammed his hand down on his beeping alarm with a frustrated sigh. He ran his hand through his hair.
How was he going to face his teacher after he had just had a sexual dream about him?
He began to climb out of bed. Right now he had a more urgent ‘problem’ to attend to.
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