Ichigo was pissed. She was slouched down in her seat having it shoved back as far as it could possibly go and her long legs were sitting on the dashboard as she glared dagger at Grimmjow. The prospect of having to guard him 24/7 was not a nice one. She should have turned down the job, it wasn't she needed the money or anything and now she was trapped in a car heading to shooting gallery because he wanted to test her abilities. Hadn't holding him at gun point not impressed him enough? He was tall, broad shouldered and muscular, imposing and could probably use his looks alone to intimidate lesser people. Grimmjow definitely thought of her as a lesser being if he couldn't trust her words alone.
"Feet off the dash," he growled, a scowl replacing his feral grin, seems he was one of those men that loved their cars more than anything. She just ignore him, smirking.
"Fine be a fucking ass hat, how's gonna work then? Are ya just gonna follow me around in a black suit and sun glasses?" Ichigo snorted wanting to laugh at him.
"I don't work for the men in black Grimmy boy," she said, adopting her twin's nickname for the man, loving how it put him on edge.
"Do not call me that!" he growled, hands tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles bone white.
"Whatever Grimmy boy. It's your choice as to who I am during this time of misery, I was a secretary for my last client so I also did the secretarial duties while I worked for him. Don't expect me to do that for you though. If you want to tell people I'm your bodyguard then do so," she stated, enjoying the look of unease on his face as she continued using that stupid nickname.
"Ya keep calling that and 'M gonna start calling ya Kitten," he threatened, torn between glaring at Ichigo and watching the road. She snorted in amusement again, actually laughing this time. His attempt to control her was hilarious, Shiro and his friends had called her every nickname under the sun, Ichigo was used to it.
"Nnoitra calls me Ichi-bitch or sex-berry, Szayel calls me strawberry and Shiro calls me sexy, baby-bitch, babe, baby and any other pet name you can think of for your sex partner. I think I like kitten better than the others so go ahead Grimmy boy do your worst!" he groaned, she was harder to deal with then Shiro, what had he done wrong to be plagued with Shiro's twin for a guard.
"Fine then, ya can pretend to be my girlfriend, newly acquired that is. Ya 'ave been outta town for a while because of work, we've been friends since we were kids and yer interested in modelling and acting which explains why yer hanging around with me all the time. Ya good with that kitten?" he asked, Ichigo nodded. Her acting skills were above average so it wasn't too farfetched.
"So how do you want me to act?" she asked shocking him with how willing she was to agree, "cause if you have no idea then I'm just going to act like myself, maybe be a wee bit nicer to you in public." Grimmjow stared at her, swearing when he swerved to miss a pole. He had expected her to disagree with him and put up a fight, he didn't think Ichigo would be willing to go so far for her job.
The cold metal of the gun in her hand calmed her, it quelled her earlier anger at being doubted. The surroundings were unfamiliar, an empty street boxed in by chain link fences and dilapidated houses. It looked like a street from poor town Mexico. She didn't listen as Grimmjow explained the simulation, his voice a faint buzz in the back of her mind. All she did was concentrate on her breathing waiting for the light to turn green.
'Breath out and in.' soon she heard the all too familiar whirl of the machinery starting up and closed her eyes to clear her face of any and all emotions. Everything fell silent when her eyes snapped open, even the pounding of her heart fell silent. Ichigo fired ten shots in quick succession, her breathing just as even as when she started.
Grimmjow could only stare at Ichigo in admiration, something about her changed the second she held that gun. She went from the hunted to the hunter. Everything that made her Ichigo melted away leaving a roaring fire hidden behind cold eyes. After this there was no way he could not trust her with his life, even if he didn't check the targets. She was deadly. A smile worked its way onto her face as she checked the targets, every shot had hit something vital.
"Happy now Grimm?" she asked, staring right into his eyes. He flinched, the fire still burning brightly in those amber orbs.
"Yeah," he muttered finding her more attractive than when he had laid eyes on her for the first time.