#jankz

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I MADE JANKZ NEW FITS

Feat Jankz fuckass Haircut and Trauma

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GACHIAKUTA OC!

His name is Jankz

Hos Vital Instrument is his snake skeleton, Auxland.

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but with a touch [9/?] {GrimmIchi}

Dressed casually this time, the two went back to the museum. Rukia held onto his left hand, Ichigo leading the way to Grimmjow’s exhibit. It was definitely less crowded, only a few elderly couples shuffling past with held hands and one group of preschool children being led by a teacher. Ichigo shook Rukia away, who said nothing in turn. Ichigo slowly made his way along the wall, staring for a few good minutes at each photo. A morose looking girl, a torn looking boy, a man with a bottle of booze, a woman sobbing at a kitchen  table—these pictures truly were the desperate, sad side of things. The pictures that caught his eyes the most were the destined photos. They always had an anxious, scared, or sad looking model in the picture. They either cradled themselves or were photographed mid-stroking of their tattooed name. Ichigo sighed as his hand tingled painfully again and his heart beat increased. Trying to ignore it he stood in front of another portrait. This time it was a man leaning against a blue 50’s Cadillac, hand digging into the cushioned leather chairs of his car while his left flexed bicep was covered in a long, foreign name. Rukia stood beside Ichigo, watching him carefully. Finally, Ichigo spoke.

“He’s really amazing.”

Rukia half sobbed half laughed. “Idiot. Didn’t the screaming fans tell you that before?”

“It’s a lot more real now that I’ve gone around and looked… and, you know, wasn’t having a panic attack in the corner.” Ichigo ran his right hand through his hair, giving a strained chuckled. “Fuck, I must have looked like a loon.”

“Probably not as loony as I did later, after you left.”

Ichigo choked and Rukia squeaked in surprise, both of them whirling around to face the unexpected speaker. There stood Grimmjow, dressed just as casually as they were. He wore a long sleeved black shirt with the words “Everyone BREAK” written across and roughed up black denim. Ichigo was at a loss for words, pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate at any moment. Rukia started spluttering.

“I-It’s—it’s Grimmjow—oh my god Ichigo it’s—wait what I—oh my god!”

Ichigo couldn’t say anything and instead backed away, left hand going to his right as he dug his nails in. Grimmjow frowned as he caught sight of Ichigo’s hand. “Hey, you’re going to hurt yourself acting all skittish.”

Ichigo and Rukia could only watch as Grimmjow slid off his black glove, the glove he never took off, his right hand grabbing Ichigo’s right. Ichigo gasped loudly, feeling an almost electric kind of current pass between them. Grimmjow intertwined their fingers and the power of the tingling current increased wildly. Grimmjow’s palm was slowly pressing against Ichigo’s and the tingling in Ichigo’s palm was so intense, his knees wobbled. What the hell was going on—

Then their palms touched together completely, perfectly; they both jolted, Ichigo giving an unfortunately high squeak and Grimmjow grunting in surprise. It was like a thunderous clap, an electrical shock, an emotional outburst; it was so many things combined, Ichigo couldn’t even find the proper words. Slowly, the tingling in his palm stopped and turned into a soothing, calming feeling; a bit ticklish but something Ichigo was growing to like a bit too fast. Grimmjow stared at their connected hands curiously, teal eyes focused intently and not narrowed like they had seemed when he was surrounded by hordes of fans. He grinned and Ichigo felt a creeping blush work its way up his neck.

“I like how our hands fit together, Ichigo Kurosaki.” Grimmjow mumbled, tentatively looking Ichigo straight in the eye. His grin increased in size at Ichigo’s deer-in-the-headlight expression. Ichigo could barely spit out a reply to that before Rukia squealed excitedly.

“I’ll be leaving you two alone!” and she sprinted to the next exhibit. 

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Incoming Text Excerpt/Spoiler for Ch. 5

“So. What happened?” Lovino looked away with a watery glare. “Dude. C’mon. You were acting like a shy little girl going on a playdate earlier—” Lovino gave and indignant screech. “—and like, a blind man could’ve seen that. Yeah. Why? You looked so happy… you didn’t have to say anything to me or Feli for us to realize this guy was pretty darn awesome.”

Lovino remained silent.

Alfred frowned, blue eyes looking more imploring by the second. “Throw me a bone here, bro! I’m here for you! We’re here for you—Feli, Arthur, Michelle, and Kiku! You can tell us anything!”

It took another minute before Lovino spoke.

“He lied to me.”