CH2
"Huh? Uraha-Whata?"
"Urahara. He's the shop keeper. And he pretty much knows everything there is to know about really random situations like these. It must be a gift of his or something like that. He's always prepared for one thing or another. Any situation, he has an answer for it."
"Ok... Sounds good, so what are you waiting for? Go talk to him."
"Well..."
Orihime crossed her arms putting a hand to her chin in deep thought. What to do, what to do... hmm... This was definitely the correct decision, but what should she do about Grimmjow? She could just leave him in her apartment unattended. But she couldn't very well bring him to the shop either. That could be dangerous and a little too risky. So... apartment it is.
She finally decided it would probably be a better, not to mention safer, idea if she left him there. No telling what he'd do or what people might say if the saw him.
"Well what woman?"
"We've already established that woman is NOT my name."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. So what are you waiting for?"
"Ok... I'll go. You stay here and please try to stay out of trouble. And DON'T go out side. EVER! Ok? I'd feel much better knowing your indoors."
"Who do you think you're talking to? I don't take orders from anybody!"
"They're not orders... consider it as a request. And terms for getting my assistance. Ok?"
Damn she was getting to be manipulative and bossy. It was kinda turning him on. Since when was she this authoritative?
"Fine. But what the hell am I supposed to do all day? Sit here and knit? I'm not the waiting type you know."
"Yes, I'm aware Grimmjow. I shouldn't be gone for too long. In the mean time, here."
She handed the Espada the TV remote.
"If you get bored you can watch TV. That should keep you preoccupied for a little while. And absolutely NO blowing things up understand me? The last thing I need is to come back and find everything in ruins."
Yep. She definitely had the bossy thing down.
"If you get hungry, there's some food in the fridge and in the kitchen. Help yourself. Just please don't eat me out of house and home, ok? We can grab a real bite to eat when I get back."
And with that she got herself organized and headed out the door. Finally alone, Grimmjow got a chance to really absorb his surroundings. He got up from the floor and began to explore. If you could even call it that. The place was so small, which worked because she was as well. But what about him? Where did he fit in this new world?
He began to scan over her photos. Looking at many teenage boys and girls, all wearing the same outfit she was wearing when he came barging back into her life. She mentioned something about school earlier, so these must be her classmates and friends.
Looking over more pictures, he notice one where a purple haired girl with glasses was hugging her a little too closely. He couldn't help but growl at this contact. Wanting no one to touch her. Why did he feel so territorial? It didn't really make much sense, but he brushed it to the side and continued studying her photos.
Then he saw one of a brunette man in a blue suit and tie. This one seemed different from the others. It was older and in a picture frame, where as the others were hanging on her wall. The guy was some how special and Grimmjow didn't like it. Who the hell are you? Jealousy began to seep through. His chest growing tight.
Tch, whatever. He put the photo down and began to rummage through her cabinets. Finding a strange bag labeled 'potato chips', he figured why not, and began to eat it's contents. Hmm...Pretty good.
Then he found his way toward her bedroom. It too was small, like the rest of her place and just as organized. The whole place smelled sweet like her, but this particular spot was far more pungent. It was a very alluring, comforting smell. It made him want to lie down on her bed and breathe it in further. So he did, until his eyes miraculously grew heavy and he fell asleep.
