WorKing

I wake up refreshed after a good sleep. Hell, I can't even remember when I slept so well. Not since I became a hollow that's for sure. I couldn't fall in a deep sleep in the desert of Hueco Mundo, and sure as Hell not after I became an Arrancar. I couldn't trust the others... especially not Aizen.

I stretch my numb limbs and stumble my way to the bathroom. Damn this body!

I relieve myself, put on some clothes and get out of this hellhole. I walk down the streets aimlessly. I have to find work… but where should I start looking for it? Maybe I should ask that Urahara dude if there's some work for me around his shop.

…

''I'm sorry Grimmjow-kun, but there's no work for you here, and I also don't want other shinigami to find you. They come here a lot, so you would constantly be in danger."

As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point….

''Agrrrr! Fuck tha'!''

I'm at Urahara's right now. I made my way here, to try my luck. And fuck I haven't got any… I sigh.

''So where do you think I can find a job? I don' know much about human jobs or what they can do,'' I admit.

''That wouldn't be a problem!'' he exlaims happily, while fanning himself in that idiotic manner. ''You're a young man, with excellent health!''

At least 300 years old… yeah…

''It won't be hard to find a good job for you. You only need papers, and I'll happily provide them for you.''

''Where's the trap?''

''There's no trap, Grimmjow-kun!''

Yeah, sure…

''I'll do it without a fee. I heard there's a construction site in the rich district, they're looking for more people. Who knows maybe you'll get lucky,'' he remarks as he writes up my papers.

I don't know these kinds of machines he's using. If anyone had anything like that it must've been Szayel, but I never gave a shit about what he was doing.

…

When he finishes, my tea (which I hate with a passion, 'couse it reminds me of that bastard Aizen) is long cold.

''Here you are!''

With that Urahara throws a small mountain of papers in front of me.

''Da fuck is this shit?'' I growl.

''Are, are, Grimmjow-kun. You shouldn't talk like that,'' he reprimands teasingly.

''Whateve'.''

I put my things into a bag the giant's just brought in and storm out of the place. I'm about to round the corner when a hand grabs my shoulder. Out of reflex I spin around and attack with the hopes of…the hell?

''Calm down, Kitty-cat! I'm just here to help you find your destination,'' Yoru-bichy grins in a way only she can.

She managed to avoid all my hits and kicks! That bitch! What an insult it is for my ego! My only answer is a confident ''Che!'' and I continue walking.

''Hey, Kitty-cat!''

''The fuck you want, bitch?'' I growl and spin around to punch the living shit out of her.

She's annoying as hell!

''The construction site is this way,'' she smiles with a point behind her.

The grin on her face is impish, sending a nervous chill down my spine. It's clear she enjoys my confusion. Well excuse me! I didn't need a map in Hueco Mundo, that's why I was always lost in Las Noches.

There's nothing I can say… what would you say after an epic fail like this? So without another word I make my way towards her and she leads me to the RIGHT direction.

…

"Sooo…Mr. um… Jar- Jag-"

"Jaegerjaquez."

Goddamnit! I can't believe nobody can say my name. Is that so fuckin' hard to say? But as Yoru-bitchy instructed I can't yell their heads off because of some 'unimportant' things.

"Yes, right… So you'd like to work here, I assume. But the problem is you don't have any qualification."

I growl in displeasure, and it seems to frighten him a little, as he jumps in his seat. I can feel the corner of my mouth twitch to turn into my fabulous shit eating grin, but I control myself.

"But I'm sure we can find you somthing to do… hehe…!" He says while scratching the back of his neck.

This time I can't control myself, as that large grin spreads across my face like a plague. He leads me out of the container/office. Outside, the building takes place. Some blocks of flats are being built with only the base erected at the moment.

"We need more men who're strong enough to carry the cement bags."

My new 'boss' points to some sacks. I can see some men try to move them in pairs, but it seems they have some difficulty with it. I don't know how much this body can stand. Well, I'll never know if I never try.

"So all I have ta do is move some shit from one place to another?" I ask.

"Yes, that would be your work."

With a confident " 'Che!" and a satisfied grin, I stalk over to the sacks and look down on them. It says 50 kg. Hah! Piece of shit!

A worker comes up to me. "Can I help you, buddy?"

"I ain't your buddy!" I growl low in my throat.

He looks at me confused, but I don't give a fuck as I reach down to pick up the sack. I can easily lift it with one arm and put it on my soulder. Oh I think I heard some chins make contact with the concrete. My feral grin widens at the idea of picking up another sack, and carry it near the building. So I do just that. I have to maneuver between the shell-shocked humans, but I reach my destination and drop my burden with ease.

I look behind me (grin in place of course), to see the boss running over to me. He stops behind me and I turn around to face him. Hmm, I haven't realised he's shorter than me by at least 1 and a half heads, so I have to look down on him. The 'BOSS'! Oh yeah. I couldn't look down on Aizen as he was the same height as me.

In the background I can see jelous workers glaring daggers at me. Hahaha. I'm the King, fuckers, know your places!

"That was amazing, Mr. Jarquas!"

I can feel a vein throb on my temple.

"You can call me 'Grimmjow'," I say through clenched teeth.

"Ah, yes, right. I need men as strong as you. When can you start?"

"I'll never be able to start, that's why I'm here."

I tell you, these humans make me go crazy.

"Yes, right. Let's sign the papers then, Mr. Jar-"

"Grimmjow." That's it! I swear I'm gonna kill him! If I EVER hear him mispronounce my name again, he's a dead man!

"Yes, right," he says and we start walking towards his office. "So working hours are from 8 to 4 in the afternoon. Lunch is from 12 to 13. Saturday and Sunday are your days off. Questions?"

"How much will I get?"

"Yes, right. As I could see, you'll be more help than the other men, so I'll pay you more than them if you do your work right. As this is an american company I'll pay you in Dollars. So this means $85/day. Is that ok for you?"

"How much is it in Yen?"

We finally reached the office door. The boss goes in before me. As I turn to close the door I can't resist the urge to show the other workers that certain middle finger.

"Around 6630."

I grin and quickly sign for my new job.

…

I'm dropping a sack when I hear the boss yell it's lunchtime. About fucking time! I was getting hungry. I haven't eaten in 3 days. It's not like hunger with humans. In Hueco Mundo I didn't get hungry for 3 weeks as an Arrancar. Now it's only three days. THREE! I CAN'T BELIVE IT! FUCKED UP HUMAN BODY!

I find a nice spot where no one can see me and start searching for the pill Urahara gave me yesterday, saying it will help me to come out of this shit of a body when I want to.

Ahha! I found it. It's a little blueish pill. I look at it suspiciously, but eventually put it into my mouth and swallow it.

I feel very unconfortable for a second, 'cause it feels like someone's pushing you from every direction. Fortunately it only takes a second, so I can have a better look at my own back. I look my body over, realizing I'm in my soul form. My gigai turns and looks me over with surprise in his eyes. His gaze travels a moment and then he blushes. He looks so ridiculous! That's why I NEVER blush! I sigh in irritation.

"Look, ya little shit! I'm gonna go an' eat somethin'. Don't cause trouble or I fuckin' kill ya."

He looks away still blushing and replies. "Y-yes. I-I understand, m-master."Nah, cool! That Urahara guy gave me a shy pill. That sucks. What will I do with this?

"Good. Now stay here. If I'm not back at 1, start working. All you have to do is lug those sacks. I'm off."

''Y-yes!"

I turn around and use sonido to get away. I keep reminding myself that I have to keep my reiatsu as low as possible. I stop high in the sky, close my eyes and concentrate. I can't feel any movement. I assume because of Kurosaki and his friends.

Minutes passed. I can feel the reiatsu of a low level hollow some miles away. I charge towards it. It won't be a big meal, but it'll be enough for today.

It doesn't take long to find the hollow chasing some poor soul of a woman.

''Oi!" The hollow looks at me over its shoulder, turns towards me growling the whole while. ''Don't growl. You can't do it as good as I can."

It charges towards me, ready to attack. I take my right hand out of my pocket and slice that supid shit in two. The woman thanks me, but I don't give a fuck as I stalk towards the corpse and start eating it. Out of the corner of my eye I see the woman, eyes wide in shock, take a step back... then two... and then turns around and runs. I turn my head towards her, while chewing on my mouthful of food.

"You're welcome, by the way!" I say after her before turning back to my food.

Minutes later I can feel a Shinigami's spritual pressure approaching. It's not strong at all, but I promised Urahara I won't be a bad boy so I have to move on.

I wash the blood off my face in the nearby river. Looking into my reflection I realise my hair is slightly longer than it was 2 weeks ago. It never grew before. Nah, I must be imagining things...

…

I look around confused as I walk down a street. Not even 15 minutes passed and I'm lost... Again. I can't belive it! How big is this town? I can't use sonido or raise my reiatsu because of those fucked up Shinigami. So annoying!

I round a corner, and come face to face with someone.

I can feel my heart stop beating, my eyes widen and I stop breathing. But he doesn't seem to notice me. He walks right through me like I'm not there, head hung low and hands in his pockets. The instant he steps into my spirit form, my heart starts to beat incredibly fast. I'm afraid it wants to come out of my chest. I feel my whole body become flushed. It's hot. Too hot! I can't take it!

He steps out of me, but I just stand there... eyes wide, mouth open, thinking about what's just happened. Shit. Shit! SHIT! Oh, no, this can't be happening!

Without turning around I start running. I have to get home as soon as possible. That little pill thing will know, what to do without me. I need to calm down.

Within 10 minutes of running I find my way back to my flat (I hadn't realised I came this far from my real destination…). I jump up to my window, put up my art supplies and start painting.

Unfortunately, even that doesn't seem to help me. I'm trembling.

I lay down on the bed, and look up at the ceiling, eyes still wide (they're gonna pop out of my head if they continue like this). I close them shut tightly and bury my head into a pillow.

Oh shit! He did this to me. I want to beat the living shit out of him… but I can't…

"Fuck…"

Why is this happening to me?

OMG! Who is he? What happened to Grimmjow that we don't know? :O Ah.. Sorry... That you don't know. Hehe. xD
Well... hope you enjoyed this chap. Sorry for taking it so lond to update, but school is kinda difficult. I try to hurry with the next.

Lots of thanks and kisses to those who care to review! =^.^= Love ya guys!

Special thanks for Vaerin7 for correcting. Love you, girl. ;)

I'm really sorry, that I wasn't able to upload another chapter yet. I have to concentrate on my exams and work too. My greatest apologise! *bows* I try my best, so I'll be able to put up the new chap. =D

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