DISCLAIMER: All rights to original Bleach characters/story belong to Tite Kubo
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Monday Morning:
Grimmjow's P.O.V.
You pulled into the school parking lot earlier than usual. You drive a blue mustang.
You didn't know why you were so eager to get school. You normally, hated waking up, but today you were in an unusually good mood.
You waited for 'Beat It' to end on your stereo (M.J. had been stuck in your head since Friday). As you turned the keys out of the ignition, you heard a bang, and the screech of a car braking to a halt. A ways down the lot, a shabby green car smoked as it parked in a space. It was Saya who rushed out of the driver's seat and popped the hood.
She was wearing her black hoodie, a purple and blue scarf, black gloves (the kind that doesn't cover your fingers) and the usual blue jeans.
Saya's P.O.V.
You coughed as you waved the fumes away from the engine.
"I don't even know what the hell I'm looking for…" you mumbled as you glared at the innards of the car. You slammed the hood down, brought your knee up and kicked the bumper in frustration.
"GRRR! WHY DO YOU SUCK?! …piece of shit!..." You stomped over the back seat to get your painting and oils out of the car. *Locked*. You smacked your forehead onto the car. "Why do you hate me?..." you mumbled into your scarf.
"Car trouble?" Your heart hiccupped as you turned to see Grimmjow. His hands were tucked into his black coat pockets and the collar was flipped up. He was snickering.
"What's so funny?" you pouted.
"Nothing," he grinned, "I've just never seen anyone look so pathetic…yelling at their car…"
"Hmph." Your scarf whipped in the icy breeze. "It's not my fault my car sucks."
"Want me to take a look at it after school?" Grimmjow offered.
"In THIS weather? Nah, I wouldn't do that to you…Thanks though…" You unlocked the car pulled you oil paints out, slung your book bag over your shoulder and grabbed your painting with your other hand, then kicked the door closed.
"I could've gotten it for you…" Grimmjow muttered. You shrugged and the 2 of you walked to the school entrance. He held the door open for you.
"Why Thank You kind Sir!" you said in a thick British accent.
"My pleasure, M'Lady," he answered in a charming voice and bowed with a chuckle and you caught yourself giggling.
Grimmjow walked with you to drop off your art stuff. You were answering his questions about your painting.
"…The art college I want to go to is pretty pricey, and I haven't gotten my financial aid letter yet, so I've been submitting for art scholarships and stuff."
"You win anything?"
"Well…" you sighed, "I got an 'honorable mention' and in another contest I won a $50 prize but…that's not gonna get me anywhere…" You really wanted to go to KTAI, Karakura Town Art Institute (A/N: I just made that up..heheh!) but money was holding you back. Plus, there were other students that were better then you and they were eating up every opportune scholarship.
"What about this next scholarship?" he asked. You were a bit shocked that he was listening so well.
"It's a big one, $12,000! And there are 3 winners so I should have a good shot…" you trailed off, the possibility of another disappointment creeping into your mind.
"Well they better give you one, that landscape is unreal," he pointed to your canvas with an impressed expression.
"Thanks…" you forced a smile.
"Hey," he called your attention.
"Hmm?"
"You're a lot better at art that you give yourself credit for Saya. I mean, last year at the art show you actually SOLD some pieces, no one else did."
"Psssh! Those people were suckers. Plus, Ulquiorra and Loly didn't put anything in the show." How did he know about that? I didn't even think he knew I existed back then…
"Tch, it wouldn't have mattered."
The two of you were still bickering when you got to the art room. Once through the door, you were greeted with a dark stare from Kenny.
"Is it finished?" he asked striding over. You held the painting up for him to see. He snatched it from you and inspected it closely. You felt your pulse go up. After pouring so much time and blood into this you were praying it would be a success.
Kenny looked at you. His eyes burning with an emotion you couldn't catch.
"This…" his voice was low, "this is ART!" he roared proudly. Relief washed over you at his approval. "Terrific Saya, I'd say this puts you neck-in-neck with Ulquiorra."
"I wouldn't go that far Kenny…" you laughed nervously.
"Stop being so modest Saya!" Kenny yelled. "I want to see that attitude you show me when we spar! KEEP ON THE ATTACK! NO PAIN-"
"-no gain…" you a smile escaped as you finished his sentence. You wished Kenny was your father. He always found a way to comfort you and toughen you up at the same time. Kenny noticed Grimmjow…
"Who the hell is this kid?" Kenny growled with suspicion.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques," introducing himself in a rather egotistical manner.
"Jeagerjaques huh?...Werent you the one who switched Tousen's glasses with that visor thing the guy from X-Men (Cyclopes) wears?"
"Yes Sir," Grimmjow answered proudly.
"HAHA!" Kenny cackled, "He walked around all day with that stupid thing on, the moron!"
"It would have lasted a lot longer if Hisagi hadn't told him that they weren't his glasses."
"Didn't you spray paint 'Handicapped Zone' on the lockers outside his classroom too?" you asked.
"That's Right! HAHA! That was great. I event took a picture of that with Tousen in it!" Kenny howled with laughter.
"It took me 3 weeks of I.S.S. to scrub that off, but it was worth it." Grimmjow smirked.
"And you were also the one who ducked-taped Keigo Asano to the door to the girls locker room right?" Kenny asked.
"That was you?!" you blinked incredulously. A flash back of Keigo, 2 feet off the ground, his arms and torso tangled in ducked-tape, holding him to the door with his legs kicking as he cried hysterically sprang across your memory.
"I warned him to stop peeking in there, but he had to learn the hard way," Grimmjow grinned. Kenny patted Grimmjow roughly on the shoulder,
"You're not bad kid….I also heard you can take Starrk in a fight." Kenny looked impressed.
"Tch, I could take down that bum with 1 arm." He held his chin up high, acting tough.
Ya right, you thought. Starrk may be lazy but he's the best fighter in the country. He had been #1 at a national tournament; you rolled your eyes at Grimmjow's exaggeration and Kenny's enthusiasium. You would never understand men. Bragging and beating the hell out of each other seemed to be the only way they ever learned to get along.
As they kept talking, they both wore the same psychotic grins. You were reminded of 'Series of Unfortunate Events' with Jim Carey…[*See title of Chapter].
"There's too much male bonding going on in here. I'm out." You waved and left them to their conversation in the foreign language of 'men'.
To Be Continued…
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Chpt 8 is gonna be awesome, more gym class, lots more action! If you comment, I might be motivated to post it faster…maybe…
Next Chapter: P.E.=Pure Evil
