Chapter 4 already! I'm on a roll, guys! This chapter was so much fun to write! I tried out something new with this chapter with the point of view, so let me know what you think about it. *Disclaimer* As always, I do not own any characters from Bleach, only my OC.

It wasn't until after dinner that I realized I was missing something. I could have sworn I had purchased a bag of potatoes. Shit! That's the bag that had Grimmie's collar in it! Sighing, I shrugged it off and went to check on the cat in question. He was laid out on the couch on his side, his little tummy looking a bit round after his recent feasting. I took a seat next to him and leaned my head back, closing my eyes. Grimmie slowly made his way into my lap and nibbled on my fingers, signalling that he demanded my attention. My fingers slid over his soft fur and soon he was curled up in my lap, purring in content.

"Hn, and people say I'm tsundere. I wonder if that means the other Grimmjow is a big softy at heart too. It would make sense. He did let me go instead of killing me, which apparently is strange for an arrancar to do." I wondered what he was up to. He had been an enormous dick when we met, but I couldn't help being curious about him. He'd saved me, threatened me, mocked me, and helped me get home. He seemed like a pretty complex individual. I want to see him again. Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see a garganta sitting smack dab in the middle of my living room. "Um. That definitely wasn't there a moment ago." Little Grimmjow jumped to his feet and ran straight at the portal, disappearing inside. "SHIT! Grimmjow, you little bastard, what do you think you're doing?!" Hopping up from the couch, I chased after him and back into the world of Hueco Mundo.

*Grimmjow's POV*

It had been a day since that strange woman had appeared outside of Las Noches. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was by far the most annoying creature I've ever had the displeasure of encountering. She actually had the balls to challenge me. One thing's for sure, the woman had a mouth on her. I'd decided to take a walk outside the walls to clear my head.

"Lucky it was me who came across her. Nnoitra would have diced her up good." For some reason, that thought was upsetting. Why did I care what happened to that human trash? She was beneath me. She was weak. She was….familiar. That's what it was. Something about the woman stirred something up in me. It was impossible though. Hollows don't have memories outside of what happens after becoming one. That's why I couldn't kill her. She had piqued my interest. Her attempts at being brave and competent were amusing. Once I figured out what it was about her that caught my interest, she would lose her appeal and I could kill her. Until then, she would provide some damn good entertainment. I remember seeing her split lip and the fiery look in her eyes when she told me she'd gotten it in a fight with a guy. Not only that, but that she had won her fight. It made me want to test her myself, see how far I could push her until she broke. I grinned to myself, eyes wide with excitement.

"Grimmjow, you little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

"The hell?" Looking around, I caught sight of that crazy woman, barrelling right towards me. Is she seriously looking to fight me? My hand strayed to the hilt of Pantera, but I removed it when I saw that she wasn't even armed. Is she really that big of an idiot? Does she WANT to die?

"OI! The hell do you think you're talking to, woman?!" I ordered as she approached. She wasn't even looking at me. She froze upon hearing my voice and looked over at me with startled violet eyes.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't have time to chat. I'm a little busy." She turned away from me and started shouting again. "Baka neko, you better get over here before you get eaten! I'm not saving you from hungry Hollows!" With that, she ran off again, ignoring me completely. I didn't know whether to be confused or angry. I settled on angry and took up the chase. I didn't have to go far. She was standing under a dead tree, looking up into the twisted branches at something. "GRIMMJOW! Grimmjow, get over here now! I swear, I am THIS close to skinning you alive!"

"Quit your screaming, woman! I'm right here! The fuck do you want?" Grabbing her by the shoulder, I spun her towards me, pissed that she'd been ignoring my presence while calling my name incessantly. She looked up at me, her face turning a bright shade of red.

"Um, I actually wasn't calling for you."

"Yeah, you were. Pretty sure it was my name you were screaming all over the place like a damn banshee. Now, what do you want? Why are you fucking here, woman?" I didn't think it was possible, but her face flushed even more. She wouldn't meet my eyes either.

"My cat. I guess I accidentally made another garganta, and he ran through it. I was, uh, calling for him, not you."

"You were -" Looking from her to the branches above, I could make out a small feline form, peering down at us from the branch directly above. My grip on her shoulder tightened. "His name -"

"Um, he reminded me of you, so I kind of, maybe namedhimafteryou." She muttered the last bit quickly, but I caught it.

"You named your fucking cat after me? The hell is this shit?" Looking from her flustered face to the smug feline in the tree, I felt a growl rumbling up through my stomach until I released it in a roar of uncontrolled laughter. "The fuck is wrong with you, woman? I threatened to kill you and you name your damn cat after me." Releasing her from my grasp, I doubled over in an attempt to stem my laughing and catch my breath. This woman was too much. I could feel the tension crackling in the air, signalling the small female was getting angry.

"Fuck you! For your information, the only reason I named him that was because he's a pain in the ass jerk like you! Don't get the wrong idea. I don't like you. His name is merely a testament of my utter distaste for you and your assholish ways."

"Tch, no need to be shy. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask." I teased, enjoying the blush still present across her cheeks. She crossed her arms under her chest and puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. Hueco Mundo wouldn't be such a dull waste of space if I had her to torment all the time. I smirked as I dug my hands into the pockets in my hakama.

"I'm not interested in you at all! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a cat to capture." Turning away from me, she started to climb the tree. I watched, thoroughly amused and aware of what was soon to come. She may be small, but the tree was dead and it wouldn't support her weight if she - CRACK! And there she goes. Now what's she gonna do? "Sonofabitch." She muttered from where she lay on her back, looking up at my namesake, staring coolly at her from his perch, tail swishing back and forth. "Jump down, you fucking furball! I'll catch you." The only response she received was a derisive snort from the feline. "WHY YOU-"

"As entertaining as this is, you're going to call attention to yourself if you keep screaming your head off. The other Espada aren't as nice as I am, ya know?" She sat up and stiffened at that. Ah, looks like someone has learned a little more since our last talk. Wonder who clued her in.

"I'm not leaving without Grimmie."

"Hn, fine." Ignoring her squeak of surprise, I jumped up and grabbed the cat by the back of its neck before landing beside her.

"MREOOOOOW!" The thing yowled and thrashed in my grip, hissing its displeasure with me. Bringing him closer for inspection, I went to poke its pudgy stomach. Its blue eyes flashed with a familiar look of psychotic pleasure before he leaned forward and sank his fangs into my finger.

"I like you. You got guts, Grimmjow. You were well-named." This whole situation was incredibly amusing. I hadn't had this much fun since I was an Adjuchas Hollow, enjoying one of my many killing sprees.

"Are you fucking bonding with my cat?" Turning my gaze back to the woman, I smirked at the look of jealousy and disbelief on her face. "Give him back before you corrupt what little morals he has! You're a bad influence!" She reached out to take him from me, unknowingly putting herself into his destructive sights. In seconds, he had released my finger and latched onto her hand. "MOTHERFUCKER! GRIMMJOW! You do NOT bite the hand that feeds you! Cough up that expensive yellowtail fish I bought you for dinner! You don't deserve it!" The cat released her hand and settled for a truculent glare.

"Tch, you gonna just take that? I was expecting more from you." I was disappointed in the lack of fight from the fierce feline. Guess he must really like this yellowtail shit.

"Don't encourage him, Grimmjow!" She snapped at me as she caught hold of the cat in question, securing him firmly in her arms.

"Hn, whatever. Now that you got your furball, you can get the fuck out. Can't believe you actually came back here after what happened last time. How stupid are you, exactly?"

"Keep it up, asshole. There's room at the top of my shit list for you. Kurosaki and Urahara could use some company." Her demeanor reminded me of the cat she was currently holding. If she had a tail, I bet it'd be twitching back and forth. Grinning, I leaned forward, locking eyes with her.

"Whatever you say, Kitten."

"You arrogant piece of - just make me a garganta so I don't have to look at your stupid, smug face anymore!"

"You asking me for a favor, Kitten?" I used her new nickname, gaining immense satisfaction from the angry twitch she responded with. "I'm pretty sure I told you that last time was a one-time deal."

"Open the fucking garganta now before I release this hellion on your face, you worthless excuse for an arrancar!" Her words ignited the ever-present fuse to my temper, causing me to explode. Grabbing her by the throat, I slammed her into the tree. She dropped the cat, which crouched defensively once it hit the ground.

"NO ONE FUCKING TALKS TO ME LIKE THAT!" I screamed in her face, enjoying the look of fear making its way to her eyes. Leaning forward, I inhaled her scent, feeling a shudder of pleasure roll through me. "You smell like fear, Kitten. Do you understand now? Do you understand the difference between you and me? You're pathetic, weak….fragile." With that last word, I squeezed a bit harder. She let out a small gasp, trying to get air into her lungs through her constricted airways. It wouldn't take much to end her. Just a little more and I could crush her windpipe in my hand. She squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging frantically into my hand. I growled, "LOOK AT ME!" When her eyes had focused back on me, I grinned ear to ear. "I am the predator in this situation, and you are my prey. Do you realize how easily I could crush you right now?" Her only response was a weak laugh and a defiant smirk, as she stopped struggling. The fear was still present, but she had hidden it well now. Feeling a pulling at the bottom of my leg, I glanced down to find my namesake viciously attacking me. Looking between cat and owner once again, I sighed and slowly released my hold on the infuriating woman before me. "You're both idiots." I turned my back on them and motioned for both to follow. "I'm not your fucking slave, so I won't make a garganta back for you. Pay attention and I'll tell you how to make one yourself, woman."

"Umm…" The woman had caught up to me, the cat secure in her arms again. She was avoiding my gaze though, which was odd for her. Usually, she met me straight on with those confident eyes, glittering with mischief and mayhem. I must have frightened her more than I thought. For some reason, that didn't please me the way I thought it would. It made that feeling of familiarity pulse, making me feel almost guilty for scaring her. Almost. "Thank you."

"Wha-" Have I gone deaf? Did she just thank me? What kind of kinky shit is this woman into? "You like getting choked out or something?" I questioned, glancing sideways at her.

"N-No!" The flustered look was back on her face, and she finally looked up at me. "I just realized I never really thanked you for getting me home before. I guess it was kind of rude of me to demand that of you again. Sorry bout that. And, uh, thanks again for teaching me to do it myself." I could tell that each word was painful for her. She had a sense of pride that I had managed to trample during our most recent confrontation. It wasn't easy for her to admit those things, but she had. Heh, that's kind of cute. SHIT! No, it's not. That word isn't even in my vocabulary! Irritated with myself, I scratched the back of my head and looked up at the sky of Hueco Mundo. It was dark like always. Running a hand through my hair, I could feel the tension easing out of me. The hell is this woman doing to me? The sooner I get her out of here, the sooner I can get back to normal. But did I want normal? I'd gone from being a king to becoming the lapdog of some asshole shinigami. Everything I'd sacrificed, everything I'd worked for to become stronger, and I'm at the bottom of the food chain again.

"Um, Grimmjow? Are you okay?"

"Hm? The fuck are you talking about?" I bit back, turning my attention back to her. She'd gotten closer without me realizing, her eyes studying me, standing a few inches away.

"You looked….sad. Kind of like you were thinking about better days or something. Are you unhappy here?"

"Tch, who would be happy living in a depressing place like this, Kitten?" She obviously wasn't taking the bait, but she dropped the subject and backed away.

"Well, if you ever need a change in scenery, you're more than welcome to visit me and Grimmjow Jr. here." She closed one eye and stuck her tongue out at me. I just choked the life out of her and now she's offering to let me stay with her? This woman is giving me whiplash. I'll never understand females, especially this one. Shaking off my shock at her friendly offer, I gave her a noncommittal grunt in response.

"C'mere." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer. I'd noticed it more than once, but she was tiny compared to me. She only came up to about my chest. "Now listen up, I'm only saying this once. All you have to do to create a garganta is focus on the place you want to go. Simple as that. What were you thinking about the first two times?"

"Getting away somewhere quiet, away from Karakura, the first time. The second time, I -" That flushed look came back to her face as she pressed her lips together, keeping her next words locked away. Smirking down at her, I decided to tease my newest playtoy again.

"It's okay, Kitten, I know you were thinking about me."

"I WAS NOT! I just- I was just- SHUT UP, BAKA!" Her reaction was even better than anticipated. There must be some truth in it if she'd gotten so flustered.

"Whatever. Doesn't matter. Just focus on where you want to go and picture it in your head. If it helps, you can close your eyes." She did as I said, and sooner than I thought, after a few failed attempts, a garganta opened up a few feet away. "There ya go. Well done, Kitten."

"Heh, you're not a bad teacher. Thanks again for the help, Grimmjow." She smiled up at me before heading towards the garganta. She surprised me though when she stopped before it and turned back to look me in the eye. "I know we're kinda on opposite sides of whatever confrontation is brewing between the shinigami and Aizen, but I just want you to know that you're okay in my book. From what I've heard, Aizen is a serious dick. I'm sure Hueco Mundo would be much better off with someone like you in charge." Her eyes were sparkling like gemstones with that mischievous spark making an appearance once again. "You could be King of Hueco Mundo. King Grimmjow. It has a nice ring to it, ne?" Before I could respond, she was gone. Looking down, I saw my hand outstretched towards where she had stood. Why is this happening? Who are you, Kitten? Why can't I bring myself to kill you or hate you? I could honestly say I had never met a more interesting creature in my life.

"Until next time, Kitten."

*Sora's POV*

The trip back to the Living World was uneventful. Grimmie and I made it back just as the sun was rising. Shit. I didn't realize I spent so long over there chasing Grimmie and talking to Grimmjow. At the thought of the surly, dangerous arrancar, I smiled. He was definitely an interesting guy. To say I'd been scared when he attacked me would be an understatement. I had been terrified. I knew how to defend myself, but the amount of raw power behind his hold had made me weak in the knees with pure, unadulterated fear. He knew it and seemed to enjoy it, getting a sick pleasure from seeing me so weak. It made me even more angry at Urahara for refusing to unseal my reiatsu. Who knew how much stronger I could be with that kind of untapped power at my disposal? I'm so challenging him to a fight when that happens. The thought of fighting Grimmjow was both terrifying and exciting, with excitement coming out on top by a smidge.

I carried Grimmie into the kitchen with me before setting him down, grabbing a piece of leftover fish from dinner, and placing it into his food bowl.

"You more than earned that tonight. Thanks for coming to my rescue. You were ferocious. I definitely wouldn't want to fight you, oh mighty Grimmjow." Puffing up at the praise, he nodded before digging into his well-earned reward. "Guess I should get ready for school." I yawned and stumbled towards the bedroom. Running late already, I threw on my uniform and tied my hair up in a messy bun before grabbing my bag and keys off the counter. "Bye, Grimmie! See you when I get home!"

"Mreow." He uttered his nonchalant farewell. Smiling to myself, I dashed out the door.

School was chaotic when I arrived, everyone crowding around some new kid. Forging ahead, I found my seat and dropped my bag down, sinking into my chair and closing my eyes for a quick nap before class got started. I had just started to drift off when I felt someone's presence hovering above me.

"What do you want, Hime?" Opening my eyes, I found her looking down at me nervously. I'm sure my appearance didn't help. My hair and clothes were disheveled, I had dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, and a faint bruising around my neck thanks to Grimmjow getting handsy earlier.

"I just wanted to talk about what's been going on lately. Ichigo told me you know about Soul Society and everything. I thought you might have some questions for me." Her smile was shy and cautious, as if prepared for me to lash out at her.

"Orihime….you pretty much lied to me. You kept this whole part of your life a secret. I told you everything. I told you about the ghosts, my nightmares, and…Aoi. You never even once thought to include me? What you're doing with Kurosaki, it's dangerous. Being with him will put you in situations where you will have to choose whether to fight, run, or die. I know you. You're not a fighter. So that only leaves running or dying. Except, again, I know you. You're too loyal and stupid to run away, so in the end you'll die." Her eyes were swimming with tears, but I pressed on. She may not want to hear this, but I had never backed down from telling her the truth before. She thinks this is just a game. She doesn't realize the life and death of it all. She's like a princess that's been locked in a tower, so naive and optimistic that everything will turn out okay in the end. "I'm not saying this to be hurtful, Hime. These are the facts. You're important to me, and I don't want you getting hurt. So please, think about distancing yourself from Kurosaki in the future."

"I will - I'll take your words into consideration. Sorry to bother you, Sora-chan." As quickly as she'd appeared, she slipped away. Sighing, I gave up on my nap. I'd never get to sleep after that. Class started and the hours ticked by. I ate lunch by myself in the courtyard before finishing out the day. Just as I was packing my bag to leave, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. He wasn't tall by any means, maybe a few inches more than me. His hair was blond and framed his face, and his smile was giving me the heebie jeebies. I think I prefer Grimmjow's psychotic grin to this weirdo.

"Can I help you, new guy? I was just getting ready to leave."

"You're Yukimura Sora, right?"

"Depends on who wants to know." I went back to packing up my bag, swinging it up and onto my shoulder.

"I'm Hirako Shinji. Tell me, you're one of us, aren't you?"

"You'll have to be more specific there, Shinji."

"A Vizard."

"And here I thought I'd learned all the cool Soul Society lingo. I'm afraid that's a new one for me, and I can't answer because I don't know."

"You must be. You've got that dark reiatsu pulsing beneath the surface. I can feel it." Curious, I decided to humor the guy. No harm in pumping him for some more information.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's a Vizard?"

"A Vizard is a Soul Reaper who has been infected with Hollow attributes. The flip side of arrancars, basically."

"Huh, weird. Not sure if I can join your club then. Can't ever recall being a shinigami. I grew up here in the Living World."

"That doesn't mean anything. Ichigo is a Vizard too, ya know."

"That so? Well, aren't you a plethora of useful information?" Smiling at each other, I was about to ask about unsealing reiatsu when the temperature dropped dramatically. I gasped and clutched at my chest. "Something is wrong." When I looked up, Shinji was gone. I was alone in the classroom. Weird. What is this? Shaking off the chills, I left the classroom and started to walk home. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't rid myself of the feeling I was missing something. By the time I reached my apartment, it was eating at me with a vengeance. Even Grimmie's welcome home meow couldn't distract me from this unsettling notion that something was wrong.

With dinner made and eaten, I headed for the couch to distract myself with Grimmie, but before I could settle in next to him, I heard my phone going off. Odd. I never get calls at this time. Curious, I grabbed my phone out of my bag and answered.

"Hello?"

"Yukimura." My eyes widened in shock. I pulled the phone away and looked at the screen. Caller ID said that it was Orihime calling me. So….why was Kurosaki calling me on her phone?

"What have you done?" My voice was quiet, shaking with barely controlled fury. There were only a handful of reasons he would be calling me on my best friend's phone and none of them were looking too good for him.

"Urahara told me you know about Soul Society. The arrancar….two of them appeared in the park earlier. Orihime was there. Tatsuki was as well." My heart was pounding against my ribcage. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening. This can't be happening again. Please, kami. "I - she's hurt pretty bad. My dad's patching her up, but I just thought you should know. Tatsuki will be okay too. She just needs to rest. Dad sent her home already."

"...I'll be there in five minutes." I hung up on him and stared at the flashing screen for a few moments before pulling myself together. Glancing down, I could see Grimmie gazing up at me, his head cocked to the side. "I have to go out again. You're welcome to come along, but it won't be pretty once we get to where we're going. You might not like what you see." He let out a yawn and stretched before launching himself up and onto my shoulder. "You must be bored if that's your answer."

"Mreow." He nipped at my ear. I'd have to transfer him to my bag once I arrived at the Kurosaki Clinic. Grabbing my keys and bag from the counter, I slipped my shoes back on and locked up behind me as I left. My thoughts were racing during the short walk there. My emotions had me on edge, unstable. I kept flitting between terror and an anger so intense that my shaking had ceased and turned into a deadly calm. First thing was first, I needed to see Orihime.

I arrived at the clinic quickly. Without knocking, I let myself into the building and made a beeline for the room I felt my best friend was residing in at the moment. My instincts never led me astray. She was laying on a futon, her face bruised, her arm wrapped and in a sling. I sank down beside her and took her hand gently in my own.

"Thank kami, you're alive. You had me worried there, Hime." My voice came out soft and shaky. Memories of my past were flashing before my eyes, as I stared down at her battered and bruised body. "I hate to say I told you so." I could feel my voice crack. "Stupid Orihime. You should have run or taken my advice and stayed away from all this stuff. You're not Xena, Warrior Princess. If anything, you'd be Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. You never listen. I just wanted to keep you safe. Why didn't you listen to me?!" I had accidentally tightened my hold, causing her to groan in her sleep and shift. "Sorry. Sorry, Hime. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"It wasn't your fault, Yukimura." I stiffened at the sound of his voice. Fully aware of the raging emotions swirling within me, Grimmie hopped off my shoulder and curled up next to Orihime on the futon. I slowly made my way back to my feet, dropping my bag to the floor as I quickly turned and sank my fist into Kurosaki's stomach. Even the look of shock in his eyes didn't lessen my fury. It didn't bring me joy like it usually did. It just made me angrier. It's not enough. He needs to understand Hime's pain. He needs to suffer the way she has suffered. Drawing my fist back, I made like I was going to come at him from the right before slugging him with my left across the right side of his face. He stumbled back into the hallway, bracing himself against the wall and pressing his hand against the side of his face, drawing it back to find blood from his now split lip coating his fingers. I didn't waste my breath trying to tear him down verbally. I was a silent machine, focused solely on making him bleed more. He caught my next punch, only to topple to the floor when I kicked his legs out from under him. In seconds, I was on him. Gone were my lessons at the dojo, I was fighting off pure instinct and rage. Again and again, I slammed my fists into his face. Blood was gushing from his nose and lip, but his attempts to fight me off were halfhearted at best. That's right. You know you deserve this, you selfish bastard! It's all your fault!

"AAAAAAAGH!" I screamed in frustration. "WHY?! Why did it have to be her?! Where were you? Why didn't you protect her, you stupid Strawberry?! She's always making you out to be some big hero, but you're not! You're just a stupid kid who's in too deep, dragging everybody else down with him! You're a pathetic excuse for a man, Kurosaki! I HATE YOU, KUROSAKI ICHIGO! I HATE YOU!" Like a child throwing a tantrum, I felt myself being lifted off of Kurosaki's still form.

"SORA, THAT'S ENOUGH!" I stilled at Urahara's shout, watching as he approached us. "Tessai, you may let her down now. I'm sure she can behave herself." The bear of a man who had been holding me set me down, patting my head before wandering off elsewhere. Urahara was staring at me with his dangerous eyes. "I thought you were better than that, starting fights outside a patient's room." I bit my lip hard at his criticism, making it bleed. "I understand you're upset, but this is not how you should deal with it."

"Stop! Just stop! Don't tell me how I should and shouldn't deal with things. You're not my father or my guardian. My mother might have entrusted you with some instructions regarding me, but that does not give you the authority to dictate how I act or feel. I won't be a part of this little lecture you probably have for me nor will I stick around to play war with you and your little shinigami friends." My fists were clenched tightly at my side as I stared straight ahead. "You don't really care about me or Orihime, or even Kurosaki. We're all just pawns in your sick game. I see that look in your eyes, Urahara Kisuke. You're a manipulative bastard. You play to win, no matter the cost. Every action is calculated. I'm sure you made a great captain in the Gotei 13, but you make a terrible human." His sharp intake of breath was all I needed to confirm my suspicions. No one with that much arrogance and scheming is going to answer to a higher up. No, he was one of the big dogs before he got chased out. "Maybe you have everyone else fooled, but not me. This war isn't as black and white as you make it out to be. There are other players on the board, but your only concern is taking out the self-made King, Aizen. Fuck the sacrifices as long as you win the game, right?" I could feel my anger cooling, leaving me feeling numb and cold. Silence lay heavy between us. "I'm leaving now. I'll see myself out." Picking my bag up from the floor, I scooped Grimmie up and place him on my shoulder before leaving the same way I came in, brushing past Urahara without a second glance.

The street lights had flickered to life while I was inside. My body felt heavy and sluggish. Taking a few steps, I stumbled and righted myself.

"Mreow." Grimmie's worried cry had me reaching up to pet him soothingly.

"I'm fine. Just tired. Let's go home, ne?" I called to him, going for a playful tone, but only managing to sound sad and tired. His only response was to nudge my head with his own. "Thanks, Grimmie." The walk was slow-going. By the time I reached my door, I was beyond exhausted. I unlocked the door and Grimmie jumped to the floor, making his way to the bedroom. It had been a long day. Rubbing at the pressure building behind my forehead, I decided to get cleaned up before I went to bed. I trudged towards the bathroom, wincing at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a severely abused raccoon. Turning on the faucet, I went to wash my face when I noticed the blood. My hands were covered in it from the beating I'd given to Kurosaki. Foregoing my pathetic attempt to get clean at the sink, I turned the shower on and grabbed a towel out of the linen closet. Stripping out of my rumpled uniform, bra, and underwear I jumped under the lukewarm spray. Turning towards the water, I rested my head against the tiled wall and watched as the water started to turn pink, washing Kurosaki's blood from my hands. They ached. I'd have to ice them at some point. The water slowly heated up until I could see the steam coming off my body. It felt nice against my screaming muscles. Closing my eyes, I let the heat seep into me before going about washing my hair and scrubbing the hardships of the day from my body. When I was done, I turned the water off and grabbed up my towel. My wet hair dripped water all over the bathroom floor, as I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the shower. I turned off all the lights and quietly padded into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt to sleep in. Once dressed, I dried my hair the best I could and tossed the wet towel into the hamper. Grimmie was already in bed, but he had left me a decent portion of the mattress to claim as my own. Slipping between the sheets, I closed my eyes reluctantly. I knew this wasn't the end of my shitty day. I would get no restful sleep tonight. I closed my eyes and let the nightmares come.

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