Shuuhei Hisagi inwardly groaned. He was loyal to the Seireitei, and all of the Gotei 13, no matter how much Kurotsuchi Mayuri freaked him out. He was 'the only lieutenant without anything going on', which couldn't be farther from the truth. He had to juggle his Lieutenant duties, along with Captain ones, all on top of keeping his squad together. He wasn't the best temporary taicho, but what could you expect from a shinigami that used to have more free time?

He muttered under his breath, "Rangiku's never doing anything..why can't she go? Or Renji? Or Kira? Damn.." He ran a hand through his hair, "I'm always stuck with the shitty jobs."

Hisagi headed into the 12th division's barracks, later following Captain Kurotsuchi to the Department of Research and Development. He hadn't been here often, perhaps only three or four times in his entire career. He followed him down a hall, and he wasn't exactly sure what his job was.

"I have a new specimen, lieutenant." Mayuri started, taking out a large ring of keys. He selected one, an odd, shiny blue, and inserted it into the lock. Hisagi shivered. Just the eerie sound of the lock turning was bad enough, but the spiritual pressure inside the room instantly skyrocketed from the moment it moved. Hisagi was never aware of the reiatsu in the first place.

"I told you to keep your spiritual pressure at bay. My more delicate individuals may suffer damage because of you." Mayuri said, yellow teeth showing as his mouth plastered a grin, "And do not forget the chip I have implanted at the base of your skull."

Hisagi felt as though he was in some sort of science fiction movie. Chips in the base of your skull? How mad-scientist could you get?

The specimen inside snorted smugly, his reiatsu dying down, only to flare again. Hisagi glanced at Mayuri uneasily, feeling his heart accelerate as the bony man opened the door fully. Sitting crosslegged on the floor, with chains around his wrists and ankles was something that Hisagi had not seen many times.

An arrancar.

"I will take it that you have taken the chip out, then. Your reiatsu spiked much higher than usual." Mayuri strode into the room, gesturing for Hisagi to follow. He kept his eyes on the ground, fear gnawing at him. It wasn't much in this world that could frighten him, but this 'specimen' was more than just a nightmare.

The blue haired arrancar snorted again, "Of course I took it out. Took some struggling, but that damn thing was giving me a rash."

"Mn." Mayuri only seemed mildly interested. He turned to Hisagi, "This arrancar-"

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He interrupted. Mayuri glared lightly at him before looking at Hisagi again, "Grimmjow has been in near-complete isolation for seventeen months. You are the first person, outside of myself, that he has seen in a year and five months. You, Shuuhei Hisagi, are here to entertain him."

Of all the things the fukutaicho had been ordered to do in his life, this was the most bizzare. It was one thing to entertain someone, but what about an arrancar that has been in isolation for over a year? That's bound to make someone more than just a little crazy. Mayuri assured him that the chains bounding Grimmjow's wrists and ankles would hinder him, and he was free to use his zanpakuto if things went downhill. Hisagi knew that there was no way out of this. He said a quiet 'yes sir', and watched Mayuri depart.

"There are sensors and cameras all over the place." Mayuri said, closing the door, "If I feel that things are becoming messy, and you cannot handle him, then I will be sure to send Nemu down."

Hisagi nodded and eyed the arrancar sitting on the opposite side of the room. He seemed relatively normal for someone in captivity. All of his comrades and his leader were either dead or tortured. He was the sole survivor of the supporters of Hueco Mundo, now taken to the place he had sworn he'd destroy. Only seeing Kurotsuchi for seventeen months could turn anyone insane, right? Hisagi shivered. That thought alone was nightmare material.

"Oi. You got yourself a nervous twitch or something?"

Hisagi stiffened. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he had forgotten that Grimmjow was there. It was almost like looking at a painting. He was so still, never moving, except for his mouth. Hisagi was wandering in his thoughts again..

"Oi, shinigami. Shinigamiiii." Grimmjow stood up with hardly any difficulty. He was used to his confinement, but he had a playdate today, and he wanted to show his entertainer what he was capable of. "Mayuri." He looked up, staring straight into one of the cameras, "Release me."

Hisagi watched in growing fear as the chains and buckles immediately snapped off, falling from his wrists and ankles and clanking on the floor. Hisagi's fear soon bubbled to anger, "I thought you said that you'd keep the chains on! So he asks nicely and you take them off!"

"Quit yer whining." Grimmjow snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Sure, it gets in the way of my ego, but you don't think that I deserve at least some mercy after being in here for so long?"

Hisagi frowned, his hand hovering above Kazeshini, "If you come near me, I will not hesitate to hurt you." Grimmjow merely rolled his eyes. "What do you think I've been doing in here, Shinigami? Takin' naps and twiddling my thumbs?"

Hisagi seemed slightly offended. He knew that he wasn't just lazing around here, that he must have found something to do. The two shared a tense moment before Grimmjow leaned against the wall farthest away from him. Hisagi mentally remarked that the arrancar was much more handsome than he had realized, inwardly cursing himself for becoming so physically attracted. Keep only clean thoughts, Hisagi mentally chanted, Don't allow him to dirty you.

"Damn, you are the weirdest soul reaper I've ever seen." Commented Grimmjow. He couldn't take this silence for much longer, "What're ya doing over there, anyhow? Ogling me or something? I'm not a museum, and if you like what you see, you'd better pay a price."

Hisagi raised an eyebrow, "Pay a price? What do you mean by that?"

Grimmjow grinned. Now we were getting somewhere, "You know damn well. I can tell that you're interested, so let's strike up a deal since you're gonna be visiting pretty often."

"It depends on what that deal is." Hisagi said, watching him advance.

"If I can kiss your mouth for more than ten seconds, then you're going to be mine for the remainder of your visits. And if I can't, then whenever you swing by, we won't do a thing."

Hisagi crossed his arms, "Any rules or regulations I should be aware of?"

"No swords or that weird kido shit you shinigami always do." Grimmjow stood in front of him, "So put the sword down." Hisagi's frown only deepened, "Kazeshini stays with me, even if I don't use it."

"Fine, whatever. Ready?"

Hisagi sighed, "About as ready as I'll ever be."

Grimmjow chuckled lowly in his throat, the sound similar to that of a cat's purr, "Then let's start."