Fraccion

I don't own bleach but I am proud to say I own the OC in this story! Yay me! :3

She was beautiful, he admitted that. She had blue markings like he did, too. and her mask was the icing on the proverbial cake. it was gorgeous. Grimmjow looked away quickly as she almost caught him staring at he rwith a quick glance. geez… he thought to himself. there must really be something wrong with me if im acting like this.

"Sure…. I don't need a fraccion but whatever. I'll take her." Grimmjow tried to say nonchalantly. The sixth Espada strolled away trying to look calm and cool but really a nervous wreck with his hands balled into fists in his pockets.

Is she following me out? Where the hell will she sleep? Stupid Aizen! He never expanded the rooming like he said he would….. Now that he had his own fraccion, he needed extra room and furniture but all he had was a large bed and a lousy couch. There was no way in hell he would let her sleep on the couch. Yammy had once used it and….well, Yammy had once used it so it was lumpy and broken.

As he walked to his room, he could feel her rieatsu behind him. He was amazed with her. Not only her beauty, but also her strength. She was strong enough to become an Espada but chose not to. Instead, she insisted on being a fraccion. This also made Grimmjow nervous as hell.

He slowed down so he could walk beside her. She looked up at him curiously and when thier eyes met, she looked away quickly and blushed. What the hell did I do wrong? He thought frantically. Grimmjow noticed that unlike the others of Hueco Mundo, she was bashful. He thought that was so attractive. He also thought the way the constant light of the ever-glowing moon of Hueco Mundo hitting her smooth skin and reflecting in her deep blue eyes was amazing. He couldn't understand what was going on with him but it made him feel weak and as he thought this over, he realized he liked the way she made him feel. He liked the way she made him feel weak in the knees. He liked the way she seemed to make time slow down but at the same time, somehow make his heart speed up.

"So what do you call yourself?" was the only stupid phrase he could think to blurt out to make conversation with her on the long walk to his quarters.

"Akiraoi Akia…." she trailed off. Whoever had given her the name was spot on. Her name meant "bright blue love song" and to Grimmjow, that's exactly what she was.

"Well," he said as they neared his room. "Aizen hasnt added on to this building yet so you'll have to stay in my room." She quietly cleared her throat.What had he said? Did I say something wrong? Is she not okay with that?His mind was scarmbling to find a reason as to why she was so quiet.

She seemed to read his thoughts and answered in a soft tone: "Yes, Grimmjow-sama….that is alright with me."

The respectful suffix she used surprised him. "Hey, you dont need to call me that. Its alright with me if you just call me Grimmjow." He looked a t her, concerned. Was she afraid of him?

He opened the door for her and followed her into his room. he showed her around (although all there was to see was a couch, bathroom, and bed).

"What can I do now?" she asked, sitting patiently on his well-used, broken in couch.

"Wait for orders." He said gruffly, trying not to freak out at the fact that he had an amazingly beautiful woman, on his couch, in his room.

"From Aizen-sama…?"

"Dont ever refer to him like that in my presence," he said roughly. "He's a monster. He thinks he's a god. He thinks he can come in tho Hueco Mundo and play king but this isnt his home. He has no right to be here and i hate him," he said with a disgusted tone.

"Yes, Grimmjow….. I'm sorry." She blushed ad turned away from him shamefully.

He immediately felt a stab of regret. He stood and walked over to her. He took her face in his hands and apologized. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didnt mean to lash out at you, it's not your fault, you dont need to be ashamed or sorry." He smiled at her and she gave a small smile right back at him.

At that moment, when they locked gazes, when his adoring eyes met her soft and caring gaze, he knew he had made the right choice. He knew that chosing her as a fraccion and saving her from someone as dull as Ulquiorra or someone as abusive as Sayel Apporo was the right thing. What he didn't know, however, was that at that same moment she was so thankful that she had been chosen by someone like Grimmjow. Sure, he was rough and not the emotional type, but by the looks of everyone else, he looked like the best choice. Plus, she has heard a certain rumor going around and she liked kittens. Alot.

She slowly moved forward and ever so slightly brushed her lips agains Grimmjow's, taking him by surprise. Although he liked it very very much, it still surprised him that she made a move with such ease, hardly second-guessing herself. He showed the same gentle sign of affection but drew it out longer. He liked the way he could feel her smiling under his lips and the warmth he felt growing between them. He let his eyes close and tumbled into a deep abyss, not caring if she was his fraccion.

It took much effort but he finally pulled away and as he opened his eyes, he saw his grin mirrored in her face. He felt so amazing but didn't have the breath or words to explain himself, but as he looked into her shining eyes, he knew he didnt have to. In her mesmerizing stare, he saw understanding and love; in her touch he found comfort and peace, something which was hard to find with everything that was going on in Hueco Mundo.

She was only a fraccion but she was his fraccion and he saw her as an equal, something he had never felt before (along with everything her kiss brought on) he noted. He was scared. He clearly wasn't the romantic type but somehow, he felt she already knew that and sensed that she didn't mind.

As he looked at her peaceful face, he was comforted by the feeling that this would last a long time and as she smiled up at him, her face gleaming, he also knew it would be a long night.