Me: (Jamming)
Alexia: What the hell are you listening to?
Me: T_T Skrillex, Avicii, Flux Pavillion, Bassnectar, Noisia, Deadmau5—
Grimmjow: Sounds sorta weird…
Me: It's not weird, it's awesome! Not to mention, it's incredibly stimulating for me while I write -.-
Ulquiorra: …
Me: What do you think, Ulqui-cielago?
Alexia: He thinks it's horrible, don't you, Ulqui-cielago?
Ulquiorra: T_T …
Grimmjow: (Sighs) You can never tell with him.
Ulquiorra: It sounds like…some sort of…I am not sure…
Me: :D But do you like it?
Ulquiorra: (Hesitates, then nods slightly)
Me: :3 I knew you would!
Grimmjow and Alexia: T_T'
Ulquiorra: Everyone, please read chapter eight at your leisure.
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DAY THREE, PART TWO
Two hours had never passed by so goddamn slow. Especially when there was nothing to do and your boyfriend was trying to suck your face off.
"Grimmjow, seriously, sto—" I was cut off again as he connected our mouths for the 9,000 time. The first hour and a half back in my room was fine, I'd fixed up my bed, eaten some more leftovers (barbecue chicken with mashed potatoes and stir fry), written inside my journal (that you're probably reading right now, aren't you?), fixed my hair into a bun and brushed my teeth, now feeling fully awake and ready to challenge the world.
Except, there was absolutely nothing to do.
So I'd decided to complain to Grimmjow in hopes that he'd take me somewhere, anywhere but my room, and this is what he'd come up with; kissing, and teasing the hell outta me when I refused. Somehow I'd ended up cornered by him on my bed, resorting to using the pillows to try and hit him. I failed miserably and he was able to take advantage of the situation.
I growled and pushed Grimmjow off me roughly, although I didn't shove him away too far and he was able to grab my wrist, pulling me on top of him. Part of me giving up and the other fighting, I gave him a small kiss and quickly ran off the bed and into the bathroom, locking it behind me.
"Hey, come back here," Grimmjow laughed, his voice right outside of the door, which I was leaning on.
"Y-yeah right," I panted. "Not if you're gonna keep trying to eat me."
"You know, even though I'm pretty sure you taste good," Grimmjow started, making me blush, "if I ate you that would mean I wouldn't be able to be with you anymore."
"No shit."
"Open the door."
"No."
"Come on!"
"No."
"Don't make me—"
"You've been so busy kissing me that it seems you forgot we had a meeting today."
"…Shit, we're gonna be late," Grimmjow admitted. I breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously opened the door little by little. I peered my head out and saw that Grimmjow wasn't anywhere in sight. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I took a hesitant step out of the door and all I saw was a blur of blue before I was pinned against the wall by a grinning Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow…" I was starting to get a little pissed. I swear, in a way, he was like Murci…
But you don't know about him, do you?
"Just let me kiss you for more than five seconds, for once?" He commanded more than asked. I rolled my eyes and then closed them, deciding not to fight his intentions anymore. I felt his lips against mine and didn't refuse. "Open your eyes."
"…"
"Please."
I cracked one eye open and raised an eyebrow at him. "So…why are you suddenly kissing me like I'm going to die tomorrow?" He stopped for a moment to think about my question.
Right when I thought he was going to say something philosophical or smart (for once), he shrugged and said, "Just felt like it." Go figure.
"As I said, we're going to the meeting. If we arrive late then they're going to start assuming things."
"Like what? Not like I care," he responded, caressing my cheek before attempting to lay a kiss on my neck. I quickly slid to the floor and out of the way before he could. I crawled away from him by passing through his legs, earning a bark of laughter from him. "The hell are ya trying to do?"
"One, I'm trying to convince you that we need to get going and two, I'm getting as far as possible from your mouth," I muttered when I stood up again. I sighed as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders in a hug, then succumbed and relaxed under his affection. "And…we're going. Now."
"Fine…," he consented. He let me go and instead held my hand as we left and headed to the meeting room.
"I hope we don't have to follow a lizard today?" I teased.
"Shuddup," he said, although he was smirking at my comment. "I've been to enough meetings to know where I'm going." I was deciding whether or not to ask him exactly how often he had meetings, but he seemed to predict that I was going to ask him that and said, "We have meetings…I don't know, maybe twice a week? I don't get why the hell he does it, every damn time it's the same damn thing; Keep training, blah blah blah, don't lose sight of your objectives, blah blah, don't kill each other, blah—"
"So you do listen to what he says?"
"…I used to, then I realized that he was repeating shit and stopped."
"Go figure, but I thought that you didn't necessarily care about Aizen's plans."
He was silent for a few seconds. His expression was a lot more thoughtful than I thought he could pull off.
And that was saying something. I didn't think he could pull off an expression that serious.
"We…the espadas, all of us were curious about Aizen," he started, walking at a slower pace than before. I knew he was about to launch into a long explanation, so I didn't say anything about it. "He just showed up outta nowhere like he owned the damn place and obliterated Barragan's army—he, Gin and Tôsen. The guy practically radiated omnipotence and ambition. It was the same thing hollows strived for: power, especially for adjuchas. So, naturally, we were sorta drawn to him. At least, that's how it was for me." I stared in astonishment.
I didn't know those words were in his vocabulary.
"Uh…wow," was all I managed to say. I cleared my throat and processed everything he'd explained. "So, how did you meet him anyways?"
"Oh, one day I was about to eat my fracciòn and he suddenly intervened, I started fighting him and he almost killed me."
"…"
Seems legit.
"He almost killed you? What do you mean?" I asked.
"…He was about to kill me, and then he said the strangest thing. 'If you wish to slay me one day, then you should join my forces to become strong.' The bastard said it as if I wasn't already strong!" he hissed, clenching his hands. "So, I got angry and told him that if I joined his army, I could kill him after he had accomplished what he wanted. I immediately regretted it when he smiled and replied, all obliging and shit. That stupid smile of his…"
I put a finger to Grimmjow's lips. "Don't you dare start ranting on my ass. I hate Aizen four times as much as you do, but you don't see me complaining." Grimmjow's expression turned into one of confusion.
"Why four times as much?"
I shrugged. "Four's my favorite number, and it's the first one I thought of so I just used that. Why, did you want me to say 'six times' or something?" He shook his head. I chuckled. "It's sorta ironic that both four and six are unlucky numbers in Japanese culture."
"Jam-and-cheese culture?" I burst out laughing, then laughed even more when I saw Grimmjow's what-the-fuck look.
"Japan…is another…part of…the world—haha!" I said between spasms of laughter, albeit not as severe as before. I definitely needed that laugh, I thought to myself as I got a hold of my breathing pattern. "Therefore, you know, anything related to Japan is Japanese."
"Ah." I looked at Grimmjow quizzically. "You're really cute when you laugh. I need to do funny shit more often." I blushed a little. In reality, I didn't like my laugh at all, which led me to changing it a few years back. I'd gotten so used to using my altered laugh that it was now my normal laugh, fortunately.
"Mhmm." I felt extremely content all of a sudden, even when we reached a set of double doors leading into the meeting room. Even when Grimmjow put a hand on the handle of one of the doors and sighed before hesitantly opening the door.
Of course, happiness doesn't last that long.
"Well, would you look at who decided to show up," Aizen said, his smooth-as-silk yet intimidating voice pissing me off to no end. For a second, his tone of voice reminded me of Ulquiorra's other half, who's voice was similar, minus the 'pissing me off to no end' part.
With Ulquiorra's other half, it was more like 'Making me fucking paralyzed in shock.'
"Wouldya look at that?" Nnoitora's voice rang through the room. I searched and found Nnoitora standing by the table, huge piano-teeth grin set in place. He started walking towards me. "So they weren't fucking into oblivion right now!" I momentarily felt a surge of rage followed by surprise yet again.
How did Nnoitora know what oblivion meant?
"Nnoitora, you know you're only saying that cause you're jealous, right?" I continued before he could interrupt. "And I'm not that easy to convince into fucking, so no, that's not what we were doing."
"That's because ya practically beg to be fucked, don'tcha?" I clenched my teeth in rage, balling my fists tightly enough to draw blood. "Ya probably go and ride the first guy you can find, right?" He was so close now that I could see myself reflected in his eyes.
Don't…Alexia, calm down…
"Bet ya wanna see what it's like to ride me, huh, Lexi?"
"YOU BASTARD!" I shouted, my fist colliding with his face. I expected him to not be affected at all and probably hit me with a thousand times more force than my punch. I expected my hand to probably break in half from the force of hitting Nnoitora's hierro. What I didn't expect was Grimmjow cradling me against his chest. His katana, Pantera, was aimed at Nnoitora's throat and was actually very close to it, so much that I had the urge to push the sword forward and plunge it straight into Nnoitora's neck. "Wha…"
"Don't ever come near her," Grimmjow hissed. I glanced at Grimmjow's facial expression and—
Dear god, even Satan would be scared.
"Grimmjow, Nnoitora…Alexia, if you would all calm down and—"
"How the hell am I supposed to calm when he's saying shit like that!?" Grimmjow yelled at Aizen, making him raise an eyebrow casually.
"Grimmjow!" Tôsen called out, inadvertently telling him to not disrespect Aizen.
"Grimmjow, please calm down," I whispered. "We don't need to waste our time on him, let's not start something we're going to regret." Grimmjow didn't respond, didn't even look at me. "Grimmjow, I said calm down." The grip on my arms tightened.
"This isn't over." I was probably the only one who'd heard him. I put my hand on his right wrist, struggling to pull his hand and, therefore, sword away from Nnoitora. "Tch." I heard him gulp before he reluctantly sheathed his sword. He released me and I rubbed my arm, where he'd been holding me. The damn bastard pretty much cut my circulation.
"Ne, why don'tcha sit down?" Gin voiced. Aizen, Gin, Tôsen and the espadas were already seated. I realized that everyone had seen what was going on. Nodding silently, I made my way over to the table and sat down. I also realized that this was the seat Ulquiorra would usually sit in and felt a bit guilty, as if I was replacing him or something. Grimmjow was directly across from me, Stark was to my left, and—well, I must be the luckiest person in the world.
Aizen just had to be to my right.
"Well then, let us be served some tea before we begin," Aizen said. A servant appeared, balancing a tray stocked with cups and what I assumed was the pitcher of tea. His hands were a bit shaky and as a result, the clatter of the cups clinking with each other could be heard as he carefully set a cup down in front of each of us. Everything was silent until he handed me my cup.
"Thanks," I told him. His large dark-blue eyes stared at me and he nodded nervously. His hands were noticeably less unstable as he poured the tea into my cup, then proceeded to fill everyone else's. These servants seriously have some self-esteem issues, I thought.
I looked at the tea; it didn't seem to have any hue, and it isn't have a scent either. I grew suspicious of what exactly this tea's herbs were. Hesitating for a second, I held the cup up to my lips and took a small sip.
What. The. Hell.
"W-what the hell is this!?" I exclaimed, my tongue burning. Okay, so I'd forgotten to blow on it before drinking, but…I put two and two together and everything connected. "This's just boiled water, there aren't any herbs in it!"
"Ah, so you've noticed," Aizen said. "You've probably never heard of this, but drinking boiled water can cleanse your bloodstreams, remove toxins from your body, can make someone more optimistic, kills pathogens and cleanses your immune system. Of course, someone as dimwitted as yourself couldn't possibly care less."
I tilted my head to the side. "You're basically saying that your bloodstreams are clogged, your body is toxic, you're a pessimist, and have an extremely weak immune system?" I asked for confirmation. He flashed his signature smile.
"If you wish to think that, you may, but it is not true."
"Will do," I replied, saluting him with a hand to my forehead. "So, let me guess today's topics of discussion. Ahem—" I cleared my throat and glanced at Grimmjow before continuing, "Keep training, don't lose sight of your objectives, don't kill each other, and—how could I forget?—blah, blah blah?" I winked at Grimmjow and saw him snickering.
"You're incredibly confident, yet you don't seem to understand that any of us could kill you, at any given moment. Does that not frighten you?" Aizen asked.
"…Eh." For some reason, I didn't really care if I was killed or not. I shrugged and said, "I don't have anything to be scared about. I'm going to die eventually, I'm not an arrancar, or a Soul Reaper for that matter. I'm just a human that randomly popped up in here and decided to make your lives more interesting."
"Alexia, regarding you becoming an arrancar…," Tôsen suddenly spoke up. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Have you forgotten? 'You have potential in our army, the question is if you're willing to do your part.' Do you recall it now?" Realization dawned over me. I had completely forgotten about him asking me that last time I went to a meeting, with Ulquiorra around a week and a half ago. "Well then, are you willing to become an arrancar?"
"Me? B-become an arrancar?" I murmured, my eyes wide. "How is that even possible?"
"The hogyoku's power, if pushed hard enough, can do the impossible. All we need to do is use the power of it to make you into a hollow, then into an arrancar. Or you could be eaten by a hollow and then we would turn the hollow that ate you into an arrancar and make sure that the dominant soul in that hollow's body is you. Either way you put it, there are countless ways to accomplish this task," Aizen informed us. I was a bit disgusted at the idea of being eaten by a hollow purposely on my behalf.
"How are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, just biding time so that I wouldn't have to give him an answer right away. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"Not at all," Aizen deadpanned. "But there is always enough time to try it, and if you die in our attempts, then you can consider yourself honored to be a test subject of ours." A bit of rage hit me. So that's all I am. A damn test subject. I shouldn't have expected anything else, anyways.
"Sorry, but I can't answer you right away," I said coldly. "It's a bit of a harsh question, don't you think?"
"Would you like some time to think about your options?" Tôsen suggested. I nodded firmly. "We are not planning to begin our war anytime soon…Lord Aizen, when do you suppose will we start our war?"
"Wait, why the hell does she need to turn into an arrancar to help us out?" Grimmjow interrupted. "Can't she just, like, help the injured?"
"And what makes you think that there will he injured persons?" Aizen asked calmly, letting his head rest on the back of his right hand. "It seems as if you are not confident in the abilities of your allies, and hence, our army." I saw Grimmjow's eyes narrow.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Do I?"
"Yeah, you do," Grimmjow responded angrily. "Of course, a bastard like you never knows for sure, so you always have to make sure you're right and not wrong, huh?"
"Grimmjow," I warned. He merely glanced at me and went back to staring at Aizen not even a second after.
"Maybe you should listen to the girl, Grimmjow. She certainly seems to have you tamed." Grimmjow scowled, his teeth glistening. His hands that were atop the table balled into fists. Crap, I thought, this's getting out of hand.
"I-it's not that I have him tamed," I started. "He isn't some animal. But, Aizen, you're deliberately trying to piss him off; why the hell are you doing this?" It was an incredibly weak statement and question, but I managed to turn the tables as Aizen's gaze shifted over to me. I too soon regretted it.
I immediately got a pounding pain on my temples and my hands flew up to try and massage the pain away. Squinting my eyes didn't clear the blurriness that came over and claimed my eyes. My throat became dry and I had trouble breathing. "D-damn…," I panted out, just barely. In my struggle I reached for my cup of water (although I wasn't exactly sure if boiled water would help much), but only succeeded in knocking the cup over, making the water spill and spread over the table.
"Aizen, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" I heard Grimmjow's voice, but couldn't see him anymore. A blanket of black was starting to come over my eyes, as if something or someone was lulling me to sleep. I felt someone's arms wrap around my shoulders and hold me close to their body. I realized who it was when I heard Grimmjow's voice again, this time at a much closer range. "Alexia! Hey, Alexia!"
I gripped at the air and found the feel of Grimmjow's jacket and hung on as if his vest was a lifeline, and a very weak one at that. "Aizen…you…" I wasn't able to get out more than that before I felt that I was in motion.
"That stupid, cocky, son of a bitch!" Grimmjow hollered as we slowed to a stop. As my eyesight began to regain its focus again, I saw the hatred and vengeance gleaming in his eyes. His right hand was on the hilt of Pantera, his left holding the sheath. He could've been breathing out invisible fire for all I could've known.
I noticed that we were just outside of the meeting room. I thought I heard Aizen's voice on the other side of the doors, but decided that I was being paranoid. My eyes widened when I saw Grimmjow unsheathe Pantera and stalk over to the door. Hastily, I ran over and blocked his way, momentarily making him unable to run inside and try to kill Aizen (which I was about 90% sure would end in failure).
"Grimmjow, stop it. Stop it," I repeated as he glared at me with feral eyes, making me a little scared. They really were like the eyes of a panther. "Grimm…"
Grimmjow sighed, the animalistic look in his eyes slowly fading away. "Sorry, I just…I can't bear to see you in pain. Dammit, I'd gladly die for you if that's what it took to not see you like that." I was in shock. "You don't know what it's like, not seeing you smile sometimes just makes me die a little on the inside. I want you to be happy, and apparently it's a lot to ask for, cause a shitload of bastards keep getting in the way of that."
"I…Grimm…" I didn't get a chance to respond as he kissed me longingly, his hand now supporting the back of my neck instead of Pantera. I succumbed easily, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Mm…"
"Alexia, I love you," Grimmjow whispered, pulling back. I turned a bright shade of red at his words. I tried to hide my expression by shielding my face with my long hair but failed miserably.
"Ah…I, um…" There I go again, I told myself. Why can't you just say it and get over it? Four words, that's all they are. 'I love you, too.' Dammit, just fucking tell him already!
Oh, that's right, you don't know if you love him or if you're just doing this out of obligation and/or pity.
I settled for hugging him tightly instead of answering him. He hugged me back gently, taking in the scent of my hair. "We should probably get going." My eyes snapped up and looked at him.
"Back into the meeting room?" I asked curiously, knowing that both Grimmjow and I wouldn't be able to handle if it we were as close to Aizen as we were before.
"Hell no, we're going to my place," Grimmjow replied. "I swear, if I have to even look at that bastard for another second I'll kill him so hard he'll die to death." I smiled and chuckled slightly at his exaggerated manner of describing how he was going to kill Aizen.
"Well, that's definitely an intricate explanation," I remarked, smirking. "Certainly sounds like it would hurt."
"I'll make it hurt," Grimmjow replied. The rage that left his eyes was starting to appear again, and I flicked his forehead with my thumb and index finger, distracting him. He sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them; there were no traces of anger in them anymore.
"Hey, wanna just walk around?" I suggested casually, binding my hand with his and starting to pull him along. "I'm getting a little bored of staying out here, and the others are bound to come outside anytime now."
"Actually, I was planning to take you somewhere after the meeting that's around here, but seeing as how we practically kicked ourselves out, I can just take you now," Grimmjow remembered, taking the lead. A few minutes and a shitload of turns and shortcuts later, we arrived at another set of double doors that looked identical to those of the meeting room.
"Don't tell me we just went in a complete circle and ended up where we started…," I started. Grimmjow half-glared at me. "…I'm taking that as a no?"
"This's a place a hell of a lot interesting than that shithole," Grimmjow grumbled. A strong yank on both of the door's handles and the doors creaked open, revealing a dark and ominous room. I cautiously stepped inside, guiding myself by the walls of the seemingly large area.
Until I…got cut by the wall?
"Ah!" I gasped, clutching my hand. I could feel liquid running down it and knew it was blood. It didn't hurt too much, but it was like an annoying paper cut; it had a certain sting that irritated me to no end and I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Add the fact that it was the same hand I'd punched Nnoitora in the face with and I concluded that my hand didn't have such a bright future ahead of it.
The lights flickered on and I nearly had a heart attack. Hundreds of katana, daggers, spears and other types of weapons I didn't know the names to lined all four walls of the room, the light reflecting off of them and making them glisten. I turned and found myself face to face with a weapon extremely similar to Marechiyo Omaeda's zanpakuto, Gegetsuburi, less than an inch away from my face.
"Heh, you alright?" Grimmjow teased.
"Well, for someone who cut their hand and almost accidentally stabbed their face…I'm pretty good," I responded, taking a step backward from the wall and turning in a full circle, scoping out the size of the room. It had to be at least one hundred feet square.
"You cut your hand?" Grimmjow asked in concern, holding out his palm. I placed my hand on it and he examined it, getting some blood on his own hands as well. "Crap, maybe I shouldn't have surprised you like this, if I'd know that you'd get hurt."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I just need to wash my hands and wrap it up in a bandage and it'll be like it never happened."
"Still…"
"Grimm, I'm not as delicate as you think."
"…"
"So, why exactly did you bring me here?" I asked, changing the subject. Awkward silences were the one thing I hated. Well, that and Nnoitora.
Not in that order, by the way.
"I just wanted to show you where are weapons are," Grimmjow replied.
"Did you get Pantera from here?"
"H-how did you—"
"There's a lot of things I know," I said mysteriously and mischievously. "And you don't. Now, answer my question, please."
"Oh, yeah," Grimmjow remembered. "Well, um…the espadas didn't get their swords from here. When we defeated our opposites, if you're powerful enough, our opposites turn into our swords when we become arrancars. Most adjuchas don't have that much strength, so they come here and choose a sword afterwards. Then they learn to push their spiritual power until the sword they've chosen merges with their soul."
"So, is that why you guys are called the espada?" I asked. "Because you already had a sword with you when you transformed into an arrancar?"
"I guess so," Grimmjow agreed nonchalantly. "I'm not sure where it originally came from, or who invented the name. Then again, it could've just been Aizen, trying to give us labels."
I found the latter incredibly easier to believe.
"I decided yesterday that…well, if there's ever a time when you have to defend yourself…though, there's not much chance of that happening—"
"Grimmjow, get to the point," I scolded impatiently.
"I want you to pick out a sword to use for yourself."
It suddenly felt like it was Christmas and I was a five-year-old waiting for Santa to arrive.
"Really?" I asked incredulously, glancing excitedly at all the swords. "Any of them?"
"Uh, yeah. I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but—"
I was already picking some out.
"Woah, this looks pretty deadly," I remarked sarcastically, carefully holding up a sword that looked like it was made to cut Play-doh, then putting it back. "Who'd use that?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Grimmjow grumbled, his arms crossed. "I didn't have to go through the trouble of doing all this."
"These look sorta cool," I said. I was currently handling some swords that looked like they had been bent in half, like a boomerang. Well, ya never know until ya try, I said to myself. Winding up a bit, I threw a sword and stared at it as it traveled in a perfect circle in the air…then came straight toward me.
"Watch it!" Grimmjow shouted, pushing me out of the way at the last second. I felt the air pound out of my lungs as I made contact with the floor, Grimmjow on top of me. "Geez, think before you do shit like that!"
"S-sorry," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my head, eyes screwed shut. My forehead softly pressed against Grimmjow's and my eyes flew open, staring straight into his electric blue ones. "Ah…ha…," I laughed nervously.
"Stupid," Grimmjow murmured, bringing our lips together. I stayed as I was, unresponsive while he did all the work. His tongue slid inside my mouth with ease, mingling with mine. "Hey, what's with you?"
Damn, am I that obvious?
"Nothing," I answered expressionlessly, cutting off the kiss and looking away. My eyes grew wide when I saw that I'd completely forgotten about my cut; some blood was still oozing out, even more now that it was being pressed on the floor. "Shit, I should probably clean my hands before they get infected." Grimmjow glanced over at them as well and nodded silently, his expression thoughtful.
"Well, aren't we just comfy?" a mocking voice rang out. We both snapped our heads around and saw Luppi sneering at us. "Why don'tcha just sit in his lap?"
"Shut it, Luppi," Grimmjow growled. I stared at Luppi unwaveringly.
"It's true and ya know it. I mean, look at cha; bet you're thinking about how nice it'd be to have her under ya." My skin flushed red.
"I said, shut it!" Grimmjow repeated, a blush on his face as well. "Nobody fuckin' asked you what you thought about this."
"No one told me to keep my mouth shut," Luppi remarked. Then his eyes grew wide as a dagger landed a few inches away from his face, instead on the wall, pinning part of his clothing to it.
"I'm giving you one damn warning: Don't. Say. Shit." Luppi's eyes narrowed and he yanked the knife out, sonidoing out of the room.
"Tch," Grimmjow said, standing up and holding his hand out so I could pull myself up.
Once we arrived back at my room—scratch that, we went to Grimmjow's room instead— I quickly went into the bathroom and washed my hands, wincing when the cold water made my cut sting a whole lot more than before, but it was better than leaving it to become infected and nasty. I used a small towel to tie it around my hand as a sort of bandage, although it probably wouldn't hold for that long. I walked out of the bathroom and was immediately attacked by Grimmjow's lips, making me sigh inwardly. Here we go again.
"Are you going to respond to me this time?" Grimmjow inquired between kisses.
"I don't know," I responded. "Should I?" I felt Grimmjow smirk as he pulled me closer to him. His hand rested on the small of my back, the other on my neck as he tilted my head to gain access to my neck, where he left small kisses and nips, then started to suck on a particular spot, the same spot that had me shuddering in pleasure earlier today…
All the events that took place flooded my mind, making me distracted from what was happening at the moment. The disgusted look on Ulquiorra's face followed by the way he reacted, as if everything was fine and he didn't give a shit what Grimmjow and I did. But if that was true, then why was he acting like that while Grimm and I were…
"You okay…?," Grimmjow breathed out, pulling away to look at me. I tried to pull off an embarrassed expression but probably failed by the way Grimmjow was regarding me. "What's going on inside that head of yours?"
"…I was just thinking about what you'd said earlier," I lied, a bit of guilt building up inside me. "That little speech you gave about not wanting me to get hurt? I wasn't expecting that." I smiled when I saw Grimmjow blush.
"W-well, it was true…"
"Thank you," I said, hugging him and burying my face in his chest, hiding my expression of guilt.
"You're welcome," Grimmjow replied. "You wanna go back to your room? It's about time for you to eat."
"Can I stay here?" I asked.
"Um…I don't think that's a good idea…"
"Why not?"
"…I'm not 100% sure that I'm not going to restrain myself from fucking you." My eyes widened and I covered my face in my hands, trying to hide my blush.
"Oh my god…I can't believe you just said that…," I murmured.
"Here; I'm going to your room, getting your food and then coming back here so you can eat here instead, okay? I'll try my hardest not to take advantage of the situation," he smirked, only increasing my blush.
"J-just go, alrea—" Grimmjow cut me off with a quick kiss, then ran out of the room to go get my food.
Why, that little…
I sighed and sat down on Grimmjow's bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it, yawning. I started to think about what he'd just been teasing me about. If it actually came to that…crap, what the hell was I worrying about? If it happened, it happened, and if it didn't, oh well. Actually…very well. I buried my face in the pillow. Just there mere thought of…that…wait…
How the hell was the choice of room related to him trying not to fuck me?
"Baaack," Grimmjow's voice interrupted my thoughts as he came in carrying a tray and a glass of water. "Guess what you get to eat today?" My stomach involuntarily growled and I put my arms over it, as if that would muffle the sound.
"Does it matter?" I mumbled as Grimmjow set the tray and drink in front of me. I immediately took a huge gulp of water.
Fortunately, it wasn't boiled.
"You still haven't guessed what you're eating today," Grimmjow reminded me. My response was a shrug.
"Do I have to guess?"
"Yeah."
"…I don't want to, though," I half-whined.
"I'm not going to give you your food if you don't guess."
"You bully!" I complained when Grimmjow retreated the tray of food away from my reach. "But I'm really hungry…"
"Then maybe you should hurry up and guess," Grimmjow suggested with a smirk. I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at him, then swirled my tongue in a circle, only making his smirk evolve into his famous grin. "You have no idea how wrong that looked right now."
"Ewww," I commented, a minor disgusted expression on my face. "It only looks wrong because you imagined it like that, you perv."
"I know I am," Grimmjow admitted narcissistically. "Now, guess."
I rolled my eyes. "Rice?"
"Haven't you had enough of that?"
"…No." Grimmjow signed.
"You know, I think that you'd gladly trade me for a grain of rice."
"I wouldn't do that," I replied while laughing.
"Oh, really?" Grimmjow said skeptically.
"Yeah, it would have to be more like a few pounds."
"…"
"You do know I'm joking, right?"
"That's not why I'm quiet, I'm waiting for you to guess."
"I already did," I told him, tapping my forehead in a use-your-damn-brain-for-once way.
"Yeah, but I'm not giving you your food until you guess correctly," Grimmjow added triumphantly, angering me.
"You bastard, you didn't tell me that before," I mumbled. "I just wanna eat, I'm gonna throw a bitch fit if you don't."
"Unfortunately for you," Grimmjow started, grabbing my chin and looking intently at me, "there's only two options here: guess until you get it right, or…" He left the words hanging in mid-sentence, adding to the suspension.
"Or what, Grimmjow?"
"Would you rather eat it from my mouth?" He laughed at me once I turned into a tomato (metaphorically, of course).
"You…why, you…ah, crap, Grimm…" I mumbled into the pillow I was hiding my face in. "Why do you have to say that?"
"Cause I love ya."
There he goes again.
"I'd much rather guess, thank you." I sighed before saying, "Are we back to eating the same old shit as before?" I already knew that I said the wrong thing and should've just said 'food' and outsmart him, even as he unveiled a plate of appetizing…
Mystery meat and gelatin squares.
In short, the same old shit as before.
"…I think my appetite just completely ran away." I facepalmed. The one day I felt like I was starving was when people decided that leftovers weren't the entrées anymore. I picked at the food with the silver fork in my hand, then stabbed a piece of gelatin and started chewing it.
Dear god, I forgot just how horrible this food tasted. I must've turned a bit green because Grimmjow quickly handed me my water and I took a huge gulp, almost downing the whole thing.
"…Uh, are you going to be alright?" Grimmjow asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded wordlessly and reluctantly started eating the rest of my food, trying to swallow instead of chew so that the bitter flavor wouldn't completely overtake my taste buds. Fortunately for me, there was a pitcher of water in one of the compartments of the cart. I ended up almost finishing up all the water, silently wishing it was soda or milk instead of water, which didn't substitute the taste of the food very well. I fell back once finished, closing my eyes and slumbering off.
"That…was horrible," I remarked as I curled into a fetal position while Grimmjow took away the tray and set it on the table, then climbed onto the bed. For a second a feeling of dread started to emerge when I thought that he might want to start kissing me again. Seriously, if he keeps this up I'm just going to get bored of him, I thought.
Then I felt his body against my back, an arm slipping around my waist and pulling me closer to his body. I relaxed in his arms, smiling contentedly. I tried to contain my yawn but couldn't hold it in and heard Grimmjow chuckle slightly as he watched me yawning. "You sure I can't stay here?" I asked sleepily. I turned around, put both hands on his chest and laid my head down on them, listening to his heartbeat.
"Well…if you really want to, I guess I can't say no," Grimmjow responded, not sounding bothered by it at all. "I'm just not sure if we're going to be sleeping or—"
"Don't say it!" I warned, putting a finger to his lips, already feeling a blush on my cheeks. "Just keeps those thoughts to yourself, 'kay?"
"Heh, fine." We fell into a peaceful silence, enjoying each other's company. I didn't realize I was falling asleep until I heard Grimmjow's distant voice speak into my ear, his breath ghosting across the sensitive skin around my neck. "If you're sleepy I can get the bed sheets ready for you."
"Hmm…yeah, thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes, getting off of the bed and sitting down at a chair near the table while he unfolded the covers. Watching him situate the blankets, pillows and tucking in the corners of the bed sheets, I started nodding off but quickly woke up again when I felt Grimmjow carry me and settle me into the bed, covering me with the blankets and pressing a soft and tender kiss to my forehead before crawling over me and laying down next to me, also under the covers.
"Alexia…"
"I know what you're going to—"
"I love you."
"…I know."
"Just felt like letting you know," Grimmjow said; I could notice a bit of drowsiness in his voice as well as mine. "I'll wake you up, so don't go and take a shower when you wake up unless you remember to take your clothes and a towel." I let out a small giggle at that.
"Yeah, yeah…night." I felt a little uncomfortable about sleeping in the same clothes I'd been wearing all day and not in my pajamas, but it was either 'wear your everyday clothes' or 'take off some clothes and sleep like that, even though Grimmjow is right next to you.'
Obviously the first one was better.
"…"
"Grimmjow?" I asked. I didn't get an answer. I looked and saw that he was already asleep. "Well, someone was sleepy. You sure can hide it, though."
My hands went up to touch his face, outlining his eyes, caressing his cheek and then tracing over his lips. His expression was so much more peaceful in contrast with his facial expression when awake (usually a scowl). All of a sudden, a look of confusion crossed his face and his lips opened a fraction of an inch.
"Alexia…," he said. I smiled warmly. So he even dreams about me, I thought. But he wasn't done. "…Who…are you…"
Eh?
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Ulquiorra: I did not appear at all in this chapter.
Me: Don't worry, you have the next chapter for that ^_^
Alexia: Since when did Ulqui-cielago care about when he made appearances?
Grimmjow: Seriously -.-
Ulquiorra: T_T Are you going to argue with me?
Alexia and Grimmjow: O.O Ah…no…
Me: (Hugs Ulquiorra) Great, now you made him angry.
Luppi: Hey! What's with my debut? I only appeared for a minute! And you made me look too weak, I'm so much stronger, I could've taken Grimmjow on ~.~ You should really—
Everyone except Luppi: T_T…Get out.
Me: Who the hell invited you into the rant anyways?
Luppi: (Smirks) Me.
Grimmjow: Grind, Pan—
Luppi: S-shit! (Runs away)
Me: Hehe, sorry about that ^_^' Anyways, please review, especially the people who decide to favorite or follow, I really want to hear your opinions! See ya!
