"Grimmjow-san...why?" she gasped, trying to free herself of his grasp.
"Why? Why?!" he shouted, "I had the chance to kill him! I could've killed that bastard!" He tightened his grip on her, leaving her helpless and immobile.
"Stop!" she cried, "Please!"
"Please?! You think manners are gonna help you?!" he yelled. She opened her mouth to scream for help. In a sudden rash attempt to silence her, he lunged forward, pressing his lips against hers with all his force.
"Stop this..." she whispered almost inaudibly, pulling back.
"What?" he asked, almost sounding disappointed and...human.
"W-what about...Ichigo-san?" she questioned, talking so fast he hardly understood her.
"T'hell with him" Grimmjow snapped, a spark of fury returning in his eye.
"But I...he..." she began, at a loss for words.
"What?! You love him?!" he shouted, not caring who heard. She gulped and slowly nodded, afraid of his reaction. He burst into a fit of laughter.
"W-w-what's so funny?" she asked.
"That's rich" he snorted, "You're madly in love with him and he doesn't give a rat's ass whether you're dead or alive!"
"That's not true!" she cried.
"In battloe, who's he more likely to save: you or that Rukia woman?" he pointed out. Her eyes welled with tears of realization.
"He doesn't...love me..." she whispered. Her head dropped as she let tears fall onto the white sheets. He lifted her face to see her look of suffering, but for some reason it didn't give him his usual satisfaction. With a strong calloused finger, he brushed a tear from her eye.
"But I can't love you" she confessed. He felt a twitch in his hand, an urge to hit her, but he resisted with all his strength.
"You will learn" he growled, pressing her against the wall and kissing her again. This time she didn't resist, all the could to was succumb to his lust and anger. He pulled back, both of them gasping for air.
He pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips into hers again. He pale hand raised to his mask, tracing the white bonelike teeth. His hand ran up her back, his fingers, playfully tangling in her hair.
She fell back onto the futon, hoping he wouldn't try to take advantage of her. Instead, he stood up and headed to the door.
"Wait, Grimmjow-san" she called, "Stay here tonight."
Shrugging, he crawled into the futon next to her. In a few minutes he was asleep, grunting like he was in some kind of battle with the sandman.
She moved slowly and quietly, hoping that he wouldn't wake. He stirred slightly when she got to the door, but he just rolled over and continued sleeping. With a silent sigh of relief, she crept into the empty hallway.
