Chapter 2
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Grimmjow stared; Yumichika stared back. Grimmjow stared again; Yumichika stared back again. Grimmjow stared hard; Yumichika stared harder. And so it happened, for about five minutes long.
"Why are you staring?" Grimmjow dared to ask.
"I should be saying that," Yumichika scoffed.
"Uh, sorry. The name's Grimmjow Jaguerjaquez by the way." The Espada held out a hand.
The fifth seat raised an eyebrow at the hand held out for him. He rolled his eyes instead and tossed back the edges of his hair. "So you're that Arrancar, huh?"
Grimmjow retreated his hand slowly and sat back on the bed instead. "Yep. That's me."
"I never thought Captain will recruit someone as beautiful as me," the former muttered mockingly.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing."
Grimmjow shifted uncomfortably when he noticed Yumichika observing him from head to toe. Especially the way he stopped midway and then quirking an eyebrow. His gaze was no different from glaring daggers.
"I understand I look somewhat suspicious, but you don't have to look at me that way."
"Is there something wrong studying my rival?"
The Espada frowned. What's wrong with this woman, trying to pick a fight with him? "Errm, sorry, but I don't kind of like the way you talk to me. I understand we're enemies before. But please, I'm not transferred to your division to start another war again. If I ever did something… well, sorry, and thank you for letting me sleep on your soft bed." Grimmjow looked away and continued. "And I'm not here to be your rival."
Yumichika smirked dangerously. "You're welcome. I never thought you know how to say thank you."
"Are you insulting me?"
"What do you think?" He shot back, his smirk not fading away.
Grimmjow stood up. "Look, miss. I'm saying this again, I am not here to bicker around with you. Quit acting immature will you? You're already a lady." He closed his eyes, trying to remain calm and collected as possible which was not his best talent.
Yumichika gasped. "Miss?! Immature?! Lady?!"
"Yeah?" Grimmjow replied confusedly.
"You know what? You are unwelcome in here, and don't you dare calling me a Miss or a Lady! Yumichika almost yelled unbeautifully. "I swear I'm a lot prettier than those ugly flirts!"
The Sexta Espada was taken aback with three reasons. First, he yelled in front of him, of course. Second, the fact that this person was a man. Third, he kept on saying words like 'beautiful', 'pretty', and 'ugly'. A loud narcissistic pretty boy for you. "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to offend."
"Sorry? You already offended me the moment you set foot in here," Yumichika continued. "And next time, better learn how to say a proper thank you to someone who dragged you all the way here in his room."
"Hey! I thought I already said that!"
Before Grimmjow knew it, he was kicked out of the room with the door slammed in front of his face. His eyebrows twitched with anger. Speaking of bad luck. What could have gotten this day worse?
Inside the room, Yumichika was stomping his feet irritatingly. "Tch. Damned Espada."
Grimmjow walked with no direction, not bothering where he went. For him, it was better to get lost for the second time than to listen to that man's unending complains. He swore he wanted to take back the compliment he gave about the fifth seat having an angelic face. How ironic, he was really a little devil inside. Besides, who told him to show concern and place him on a bed anyway? No one for sure. Talk about bipolar.
While muttering curses, the Espada never expected himself to find the entrance. Wow, fate still had some pity for him after all. Surprisingly, he also found Ikkaku coming in from outside. The Shinigami noticed him and approached.
"Hey, where have you been? I never saw you around after the morning sparring session."
"I just got asleep somewhere and I just woke up lately in the same place," Grimmjow lied.
"I see. Sorry, I forgot to further mention your room. Anyway, follow me."
Ikkaku led the way. Not too long, they were already outside a room. He opened the door and walked in, Grimmjow following closely from behind.
"This is your room. Feel free to do whatever here. There are also some spare clothes in the closet, though we only provide Shinigami uniforms." Ikkaku glanced at the clock. "And in one hour, supper will be prepared. Go and join us in the dinning room as soon as you're ready."
After some further explanations and directions, he left him alone. He also noted Grimmjow that he couldn't skip supper, for he'll be introduced to the seated officers of the Eleventh Division.
Starrk shifted a bit, trying to get a comfortable place. He couldn't sleep straight, the fact that Ukitale kept on checking him. Damn, didn't he know somebody was disturbed by it?
For the tenth time Ukitake entered, Starrk sat up as well. Clearly, he was annoyed.
The captain beamed with happiness when he saw him already awake. "Hello! I could see you're—"
"Quit bothering me, will you?" Starrk cut him coldly. He raked his disheveled hair and lay back again. "I can't concentrate on sleeping whenever I hear the door get opened and closed."
Ukitake's face fell, but still managed to smile. "I apologize. But if you wanted to eat something, we're having dinner later on. We'll see you then. Bye."
The Primera Espada snickered when he heard Ukitake leaving the room.
The white haired captain sighed. Did he distract Starrk too much? But, he was only paying the man a visit. Was that too much? Or maybe he should have taken consideration that the man was still incompatible with his new surroundings. Yes, he really should.
He walked in the dining room and greeted everyone inside. "I just went from Starrk's room and it seems that he couldn't join us for today. Let's just reserved some food for him if he ever gets hungry. We could eat now everyone." He smiled. Everyone nodded and began preparing the table.
"I hope he'll be just fine."
TBC
