A/N A dumping ground for my imagination, basically. I take prompts (gladly) but my updating will probably be sporadic because of that irritating thing called Real Life. Everything will be in unconnected drabbles unless otherwise stated.

Martial Arts

Grimmjow couldn't believe someone so small could be so deadly. She was so fast; dodging her opponents effortlessly and striking quickly. Within two minutes, the five beefy challengers lay on the floor, the majority unconscious. She stood up and smiled in satisfaction, stretching her lean body. He watched her hungrily, taking in that golden skin and smooth limbs.

She didn't notice him noticing her, thankfully, because he didn't fancy his chances against her. Kenpachi, their bloodthirsty teacher, gave her a nod, which was the most praise he gave anyone, really.

Soi Fon walked off to the side, wiping her face with a towel. Grimmjow studied her for a little longer, then made up his mind. He strolled over, ignoring the mutters from the idiot Kurosaki behind him – what's Grimmjow up to now? – and approached the petite girl.

'Hey.' He greeted confidently, his eyes raking over her body. 'Want some water?' he offered her the bottle and grinned.

She stared at the bottle, and then up at him. 'I'm fine, thanks.' She answered coldly.

'I was just being friendly, you don't have to be so rude.'

'I don't even know your name, and I have no interest in being friends with a moron like you, so go away.'

He winced inwardly, but plastered his most arrogant smirk on his face. 'Jumping to conclusions pretty quickly aren't we, Bee? If you don't even know my name, you can't judge me. It's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, by the way.'

She froze. 'What did you call me?' she asked, anger simmering under her calm words.

'Bee.' He gestured to the same insect that was on her workout bag and embroidered on her towel. 'I thought it suited you.'

'My name is Soi Fon, and if you have to talk to me, which hopefully won't be that often, that is what you will call me.'

He smirked. 'Whatever…Bee. So, do you want some water, or-'

She snatched the bottle, unscrewed the lid, and splashed the water all over him. 'My name is Soi Fon. And I don't want any of your bloody water!'

She stormed off, leaving a soaked Grimmjow to be laughed at by his friends. A slow smile spread its way over his face.

This could be interesting.

He tried talking to her every day after that. Most of their conversations ended with him on the floor in agony, but sometimes, just sometimes, he got a reaction from her other than anger. The edges of her mouth would lift ever so slightly when he made a joke, or her eyes would light up with excitement when he brought something to show her (she seemed to love cats he discovered – so he bought her a black plushy. She'd even thanked him for that) and he delighted in each reaction he could get from her.

But he enjoyed her anger the most; the way her eyes would burn and she would leap for him, trying to inflict as much damage as possible.

So it was natural for him to kiss her, he reasoned, just to see the reaction he would get.

He was not disappointed by her startled expression, which quickly turned into burning rage.

'I'm going to kill you, Jaegerjaquez!'

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