Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just own the idea. Or not.

Rukia took a happy, deep breath of fresh air and opened Ichigo's closet.

Now this was life. The good life. The fun life. Sure, Soul-Society is her home and is good most of the times, with the big Kuchiki estate and all the servants and house-workers to serve her, and her own big, wide room. Even the new tradition of family dinner she started with Renji and her brother was fun, and serving Ukitake-Taicho as his new lieutenant with the two chaotic Third-Seats was also very much fun.

But from time to time going to reside in the Living-World was the best, with the freedom to do what she wanted when she wanted, with no prying eyes watching her every step day and night. Ichigo's inviting house, the warm homey feeling, his small but nicely designed room, and her small, humble corner of relaxation, a place just for herself-

Rukia slide the closet door shut.

She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and slide the door open again.

Then closed it again.

And opened.

"What the..."

Someone else already occupied Ichigo's closet. Dressed in ripped jeans, black gothic t-shirt and a single earing, electric blue hair sticking out and matching eyes, at first stared at her widely in confusion, then flared in alerted blazing fire as he noticed Rukia's blank expression shift in anger.

She knew this man. He's an Arrancar, was an Espada in Aizen's army, who should be in Hueco Mundo. But that's not what bugged her right now.

"What?!" The blue-haired Espada -no doubt in Gigai- barked angrily as he looked up from his magazine, ready for a battle from any Shinigami to challnge him because he's supposedly the enemy. And he definitely recognized this one, even with shorter haircut. He attacked and pierced her long time ago, right infront of Ichigo's eyes. "Do you want to fight, Shinigami?!"

"I don't care about that!" Rukia shrieked, face twisted in fury. "This is My room! Get out of my room!"

"Huh?" Grimmjow spat in puzzlement, not understanding what's the mad woman is talking about. He snorted. "This is Kurosaki's room, midget-"

"No, this is My room! This! The closet! It's my spot whenever I stay in Karakura town! the closet is my room! I eat in here, I sleep in here, I live in here! How dare you steal my closet?!"

Grimmjow stared at her in shock. "You... you live in Kurosaki's Closet?" He said in astonishment, even forgetting to sound angry.

"Yes! Now get out!" She shrieked and pulled Grimmjow out by the collar, smashing him powerfully against the floor like only she knew how. She jumped inside the closet, stepping on the groaning Espada's face in the process and turned to slide the door shut with a slam.

But not before glaring at the blue-haired Espada furiously one last time and saying; "And don't you dare enter my room again, you Pervert!"

"What the f-"

Ichigo leaned nonchalantly on his bedroom's door frame, looking more interested in the book in his hand than his emotionally-disturbed guests. "Told you it wasn't a good idea."

Inspired by reading a Yaoi fic about Grimmjow paying Ichigo a visit in his room, snd I thought; what would happen if someone else was to reside in that closet..