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And to both Midnight-Knightmare and Rylinn for favourite-ing the story! I am hoping this chapter, although slightly shorter than the first will bring in more readers and hopefully *Fingers crossed* some more reviews and favourites!

Have I mentioned how much of a babe Grimmjow is . . . Love him! ahhh I just finished watching ep 168! I just can't believe Grimmjow and Ichigo! So bummed. But Damn I love Nel! Isn't she the cutest thing that has ever walked the Anime planet!

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"Lord Aizen . . ." A tear of sweat formed beside her brow as she focused levelling her spirit energy so Aizen's didn't crush her completely. She had never felt power like this before. Tegan grit her teeth knowing full well this wouldn't be anywhere near his full power, right now his spirit pressure was probably masked. She tilted her head even lower; she had never felt so weak.

"Name and rank," Nnoitra ordered briskly, reminding her of her forgotten formalities. Shit she cursed.

"Tegan Rein – Nnoitra's Fraccion, I'm Arrancar 23," Tegan cried out, breathing a silent thanks to her long mane for veiling the burning crimson of her cheeks.

"I know," Tegan reflexively gasped at the sultry sound of his smooth voice, her eyes shot up to meet the impassive brown orbs of the notorious Arrancar lord and master. "Rise 23," he ordered moving towards her, a hand hanging limp by his side while the other was fashionably tucked away in the pocket of his hakamas.

She tore her eyes away, feeling uncomfortable with the intensity of Aizen's gaze, which at first looked devoid of all feeling but as he got closer she couldn't help but notice the fire burning complacently within the black of his pupils. He continued to move towards her, the slow pace of his walk feeding her nerves to no end. Her eyes ended up setting on Nnoitra's creepily grinning face. Though she didn't grimace every time she focused her eyes on the lip-splitting smile anymore, that didn't mean she would ever truly get used to it.

At the beginning, when she first encountered Nnoitra, she couldn't understand how he was always smiling. What did he have to be so happy about all the time? But as she got to know him better, as a member of his Fraccion she realised he wasn't always smiling. His lips were forever upturned, his teeth always bared but the happiness consistent in a real smile was never existent in his eyes. She had gotten pretty good at reading him over the years, she could see the relief in his eyes that Aizen was no longer standing right beside him. Despite Nnoitra strong resolve she doubted the fifth Espada could withstand the former captains spiritual pressure any better than she could.

Tegan was snapped back to reality when the white sandal clad foot of Sosuke Aizen clapped the floor in front of her. She winced as her nails dug deeply into the palm of her hand. Her knees were threatening to give way and he knew that. A cool hand wrapped around her elbow, supporting her weight effortlessly. "How could I forget a face like yours, Tegan," the growl of her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine. Removing the hand from his pocket he lifted her chin, silently ordering her eyes to meet his. She timidly glanced up into the chocolate pools of darkness but almost immediately looked away, instead settling on a much safer place; his lips.

A soft smile possessed his lips as he spoke to her, "You're special, Tegan," he murmured mysteriously, she watched in utter shock as his lips disappeared from her line of sight and instead found their way to her slender neck. Aizen gently brushed away the soft tresses of dark hair to reveal the soft blemish free skin of the young girl; her succulent scent enticed his lips to steal a taste.

Her wide eyes met Master Nnoitra's in shock. Tegan even noted the surprise in his eyes, not something seen often. Her emotions ran ramped as she felt the soft lips of thee Lord Aizen gently caressing the skin on her neck. She didn't understand what was happening, why was he doing this to her? Tegan didn't know what to do, she didn't expect this from him, he was like some vampire nipping and sucking at her jugular, how was she supposed to react? Her body ended up deciding for her.

"Hmmm," she moaned instinctively moving closer to him, her inner goddess deciding the vampire could stay as long as he kept his tongue right where it was. Even though she couldn't see him she could sense the smirk on his face. Tegan had thought only Grimmjow knew where her carnal weakness was with such pinpoint accuracy. Grimmjow . . . her mind reminded her, trying to regain control from the ramped sex beast in her groin. She pushed back thinking of the grouchy blue haired Espada. When she said she was going to go off and have sex with someone else she didn't actually mean it! Not that I think Lord Aizen would want to have sex with me or anything like that . . . she hastily reminded herself.

Despite the almost unbreakable spell his lips had placed over her, she moved back, prying herself from his hold. Her head immediately bowed in embarrassment. Her whole body blushing red at the tingly sensation running up and down her neck. "Lord Aizen I-" he squeaks were cut off by his smooth impassive voice.

"Nnoitra I expect you to inform the other Espada about tomorrow's meeting," he stepped past her, she gasped deeply not realising she had been holding her breath.

"Of course my lord," Nnoitra responded as gleefully as always. Aizen nodded his head before silently exiting. She allowed her body to tremble once she felt his reiatsu grow distant.

"What just happened?!" Tegan cried as Nnoitra flashed over to her, his grin switching from surprised to highly amused.

"I think Lord Aizen likes you," he responded placing a hand on her shoulder. Leaning in close to her ear, she fought back the shudder. She felt violated enough as it was. "You don't mind do you?" she though she meant the long bony fingers on her torso but she realised he meant Aizen.

"Well," she didn't know what to say without sounding like she was badmouthing Lord Aizen, "it was random that's all," she decided, all though it didn't quite sum up how she really felt.

"From what I saw, you seemed to be enjoying yourself . . ." he grinned evilly down at her, finding entertainment in watching her struggle.

'But I didn-" she cut herself off, sighing, "He just found a weak tendon of mine," she grumbled reluctantly.

"I could see that," she glared at him, wanting to get away from him and back into the safety of her room as soon as possible.

"So Master Nnoitra, what is it you wanted?" a sudden spark of realisation flashed in his eyes.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, what with all the entertainment and all," he grinned suggestively down at her, "Your application has been approved,"

"What application?" she murmured racking her brain, Nnoitra continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"Lord Aizen has been generous enough to allow you a week in the World of the Living," oh my god! She squealed inwardly finally understanding. She had submitted a request to visit the World of the Living. But she had written it so long ago she had given up hope and forgotten all about it. But now it had been approved!

"Oh my god!" this time she shrieked out loud, almost throwing her arms around the brining of good news, the she remembered it was Nnoitra. She didn't care how happy she was, there was no way she was giving Nnoitra a hug anytime soon. Though officially freaked out by him, she felt a little warmer towards Aizen for allowing her to go. She had waited so long for this.

"May I ask what exactly you plan to be doing while you're gone?" Nnoitra inquired like the snooping snake that he was.

"Oh you know, nothing much. This and that, it's just a vacation really," He narrowed his eyes at her, he was nobody's fool. "If it makes you happy I'll make lunch of a few Soul Reapers while I'm there," his eyes widened in amusement, he chuckled patronisingly, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

"With your powers, I doubt that very much," he scoffed, grinning. She rolled her eyes, bowing quickly to her master before turning towards the doors ready to go and sleep for eternity. "Oh don't be like that, Tegan!" he called after her. She spun around on her heel, glaring viciously at him.

"There is nothing wrong with my powers!" she snapped, pouting.

"I never said there was!" he retorted, "I just said you probably won't be killing any Soul Reapers anytime soon," she glowered at him, before stomping out of the room the same way she entered it. As the large marble doors began to close behind her, she heard Master Nnoitra's voice one last time,

"By the way, Lord Aizen said you could leave tomorr-." He voice disappeared as the doors shut. She had been trying to hold it together for Nnoitra's sake, but now that he was out of sight the butterflies awakened by Aizen rattled around her stomach like there was no tomorrow. She was scared a swarm would burst out from the Arrancar hole that sat just below her ribcage. She watched her fingers tremble for a moment horrified at how easily she was spooked. Tegan liked putting on a tough façade to hide how fragile she really was, but her powers didn't help her much convincing everyone otherwise. But she had to keep it up otherwise she'd get eaten alive in a place like this if she didn't assert herself.

Tegan felt like she should have asserted herself more with Aizen . . . but how could she? He was the king of Los Noches! How could she say no? Yet she really wishes she had, her skin crawled at his obtuseness. And it felt all wrong. I feel wrong she admitted. She stumbled back to her room hoping she didn't run into anyone, especially not Yammy – he was always hitting on her – for she wasn't feeling the least bit confident.

And for the first time in a long time, she started feeling like the person she was before she became Arrancar number 23. She felt weak.

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First thing she saw when she opened the door to her room was the piercing blue gaze of the panther. He had been sitting on her bed, slumped over with a crooked elbow resting lazily on his thigh, a hand holding up his chin, but the minute he saw her he sat up, his eyes flashing both playfully and menacingly at the same time. She was tired, she was sore and after nearly breaking down into tears in the hallway it was obvious to her she was a bit overly emotional. She was weak and she didn't want him to see her like this. Not him; not anyone. I have to try and be strong she resolved moving out of the doorway her grip on the doorknob turning her knuckles white.

"Grimmjow, get out," she nodded her heard tiredly at the only exit from her room, scared that if she were to point it out he would catch sight of her trembling fingers.

"Oh, I don't think so," he growled springing up from his spot on her bed, moving over to her. She flinched back, her grip on the doorhandle tightening even more with his proximity – if that were even possible.

"Don't come near me Grimmjow," she warned trying to add enough venom in her tone for him to heed her words. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to her that he didn't pay her any attention.

"Too late," he growled pressing her petite body up against the door, which he had previously ripped from her iron grip and closed.

"Grimmjow!" She tried again, noticing the evident break in her voice. I can't do this. "Please," she whispered shakily, bowing her head not daring to meet his piercing gaze, scared of what it might do to her, "L-leave," Anybody else. Anybody else would have taken the damn hint and left. But not him. Not Grimmjow.

The muscled arms on either side didn't retract themselves, if anything they grew sturdier. "Tegan, what's wrong?" he rumbled softly, the hunger in his voice evaporating. It was replaced with an emotion Tegan didn't know existed in his vocabulary. Concern. "Look at me," he snapped impatiently and her head shot up, her watery brown irises meeting savage aqua. "What the hells the matter?" he roared, any hint of kindness that may or may not have been their disappearing.

"G-grimmjow, I need y-you to leave," She managed to get out, "I don't want you to s-see my like this," he narrowed his brow at her.

"You idiot!" he snapped. She expected him to storm out, or shout rude curses at her, but he didn't. He instead surprised her by snaking his arms around her waist, despite her loud adamant protests, and pulling her into what could only be considered a hug. Her body went ridged at being so close to his, normally they would be making out or having sex but this, this wasn't about that. If it were his hands would be sliding down to her arse but they were quiet, they were sitting peacefully around the small of her back.

"Grim-"

"You've already starting crying like a baby! All your dignity is lost," he interrupted her rudely, cupping the back of her head with his hand and holding it tightly to his chest. "So theirs not point in me leaving now, is there?" He didn't mean for it to come out as a question, because if she was to tell him to get lost again he wasn't going anywhere. Tegan breathed a deep sigh of resignation and Grimmjow felt any resistance from the petite girl in his arms disappear.

"I g-guess not," she whispered burying her face in his chest. His breathing hitched as her soft tresses tickled his bare skin, her body heat already warming him up.

"You gonna tell me why you're being such a baby?" Tegan felt conflicted, he would only get angry if she told him what happened. And she hated to admit it, but for a guy who she supposed didn't give many hugs he was doing quite an admirable job. She had no desire to leave the comfort of his arms.

"It's nothing,"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE TEGAN!" She practically jumped out of her skin at the volume at which he spoke. "It's not nothing! Now tell me," so I can fix it! He added in his head. Grimmjow didn't much care for anybody really, or anything for that matter, but he knew for sure he didn't like seeing Tegan cry. It was like seeing one of his toys broken, and her rumpled face caused a strain in his chest that he didn't much appreciate. He didn't know what it was but he was ready to do whatever to stop it.

"Stop yelling at me you overgrown housecat!" she snapped, pulling away from him.

"Not until you tell me what the fuck happened to you!" Her hands were poised on her hips defiantly and he scowled. Knowing she was going to give him any answers he studied her body instead, looking for – he didn't even know what. He knew he'd know it when he saw it. And he did, his blue gaze fixing on her neck, a giant red mark etched across her skin in a place that was previously hidden by her dark mane. "Who did that?" he uttered pointing an accusing finger at the red mark, he saw her blanche, her face paling.

"Please, pay no attention to I-"

"Pay no attention!" he roared punching the wall beside her head, she flinched. "Have you seen the size of that fucking thing!?" she instinctively reached to conceal the love bit on her neck. Cringing as she felt the size of the swollen skin against her fingertips.

"Grimmjow, I-"

"Who was it?! Ulquiorra? Yammy?! Or was it that fucking rat Nnoitra!? I swear I will-"

"N-no Grimmjow it wasn't a-any of them," tears stung her eyes as they reappeared. For possibly the hundredth time that day she cursed her weakness, swearing to be stronger tomorrow and forever on.

"Then who was it?" she had somehow managed to sit him down on her bed. His tone was softer this time round (though not by much) and he beckoned her to his lap. She wearily obliged all the energy drained from her body. What she really needed was a good nap. "Who was it," he inquired forcefully, she instinctively moved over to bury her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. Which to her surprise she found quite comforting.

Grimmjow was always treating and talking about her like she was some possession, and she knew the tension would soon be thick enough to swim in when he found out, but the name spilled from her trembling lips regardless.

"L-lord Aizen,"

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This chapter begun the same way it finished. With la LORD AIZEN! Man I hate that dude, but gotta give him props for fooling everyone in the Seireitei!

Anyways, I hope this chapter is good enough to deserve some reviews, or a follow or a favourite – I am not actually sure what the difference is between the two but whatever :D

Stay tuned for the next oneeee . . . where our friend Tegan goes to the world of the living, and I'm pretty sure you'll find out her power next chapter as well.

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