Okay, now that the depressing past is through it's time to throw in a bit of humor! Indecisive Grimmjow is always a treat ;p Not to mention bitch fights! Those are always fun! =) Since I already gave you two chapter of Black Doves (with a wonderful lemon), there will be no lemon in this one. Sorry T^T This one is reserved for teh bitch fight.

Ichi: Who's fighting who?

Shiro: *pats Ichigo's head* Poor clueless aibou. Ya just refuse ta learn when it comes ta this authoress.

Grimm: Wait... no sex? What the hell! D8

Ichi: Ha ha! =p


Chapter 9

Grimmjow stalks his territory restlessly; cyan orbs alight with a furious storm of emotion. He wants that Elf, wants him so bad he can almost taste him… but he's been burnt by an Elf before. As a matter of fact, he's been burnt by every type of Creature at least once in his long life. They were all a challenge, though not as temperamental as this one, and they were all beautiful in some way or another. When they all found out he was more than a Were… and they all did eventually… they would change quickly. Doting on him like a god and cowering in fear when he got upset, drawing his disdain before his love. Finally, the last one he was with joined Aizen's cause… and attempted to lure him as well with the typical 'if you love me' bullshit. He almost did go, yet overheard a conversation between his Elf and a few Witches… she was playing him and he almost didn't see it in time.

*What should I do? * he muses. *I want him… he seems so much different… but he doesn't know what I am yet. Should I tell him? What happens then? *

"You're pacing rather furiously," a calm monotonous voice comments.

Grimmjow hisses as he whirls on the nearest clump of shadows, hair raised along his feline back and paw ready to lash out. Afterward, however, he feels stupid for his overreaction… Ulquiorra is lounging on an outcrop of boulders reading, not trying to hide in the least.

"Would you like to talk?"

The jaguar sighs, strolling over and leaping up to curl around the vampire's form. Ulquiorra and he were the first two to meet in this pack, their rivalry legendary for years before it wore thin on the two and they called a truce. Ulquiorra was alone, he had no vampiric clan to keep him company, and Grimmjow had no pack at the time… before Barragan's attempted raid. Between their truce and Grimmjow's monumental war, they frequently visited one another before Ulquiorra found it too dangerous… for everyone else… to leave Grimmjow on his own. Barragan's war could've been avoided with a little diplomatic talk in his opinion… not the Were-jaguar's strong suit.

"It's that Elf, isn't it?"

"… You know me so well."

"You're never upset like this unless a possible relationship is presenting itself," he comments as-a-matter-of-factly. "The Elf has caught your interest like no one in the last century or so. What seems to be the problem?"

"You know the problem," Grimmjow snorts derisively. "It's always the same problem!"

"You think he'll join Aizen?"

"Hell no, but I think he'll try to use me just like them. Not to mention, all the fight will leave him. I've ruined so many feisty bitches… I don't want to ruin him, too."

Grimmjow's ears lay back in sadness, his cyan orbs averting from Ulquiorra's gaze as the Vampire strokes his massive head. The raven churns that thought over in his mind, his naturally strategic way of thinking picking it apart. After a long moment, he turns back to his friend.

"What does he have that they didn't?" he wonders. "Obviously, he must be different from them if you're willing to jump him… especially in front of Lilinette with Nelliel and Hallibel present, and in your half-form."

Though he can't see the blush on Grimmjow's face, he can feel his body temperature skyrocket in that area and knows what's happening. It's a rarity, but he enjoys these moments when they happen. They remind him that Grimmjow isn't as indifferent as he likes to pretend.

"I don't know," he states gruffly. "He's just… different."

"That doesn't explain much."

"I know it doesn't! I just can't figure out what's different about him! I mean, besides his weird ability," he grumbles the last part. "How can I even hope to fuck him when he's jumping through the elements like a jackrabbit running from a wolf?"

"… That analogy is quite ironic," Ulquiorra points out with a slight smirk.

"… Shut up, Ulqui," Grimmjow sulks.

"If you're so eager to have this one, just be patient. He'll find out just like the others. If you're not too emotionally attached to him when it happens, it'll be easier to…"

"GRIMMJOW!"

The two stop mid-conversation at the scream from Nelliel, the jaguar lifting his head and glancing to his pal. Ulquiorra is already standing, gliding over the ground as he darts forward. The white jaguar follows, always up for a race even the direst situations.

They find Nelliel at the entrance to the village, pacing in her smaller jaguar form. She isn't white like her younger brother, just the typical color of this particular feline. When they reach her side, they catch Gin stumbling back toward the gates. There's a limp in his front leg, blood spattering his white coat, and his ears are laid back in pain as his tail drags the ground.

"Did you get him?" Nelliel asks.

"No," the fox bristles. "But I almost got a fuckin' broken leg!"

"Who are you talking about?" Grimmjow questions.

"Ichigo," his sister informs. "A couple Witches got past the patrolling Weres and into the village. Ichigo noticed them hunting the cubs, took off after them and I sent Gin after him!"

"Where is he?"

"I lost 'im by the Devil's Shoulder."

Grimmjow is off and running, his ever present shadow just behind him. As they come closer to the base of the cliff where Ichigo had fallen, they catch sight of the orange haired Elf. He's up against two Witches the two have never met before, just nameless faces in the bulk of Aizen's coven. Ichigo dodges a punch, throwing one of his own in retaliation. It's obvious the Elf is tired, he hasn't gotten enough rest yet and is just now gaining enough health to draw him away from the threat of illness. Ulquiorra is about to rush in to help, when the trees shudder behind the Witches. One instinctively throws an offensive spell into the thick of trees, the branches lashing out to skewer the group brutally at the sound of a dainty cry. Blood is everywhere, bodies lain along sharp branches as the light leaves their eyes, and Ichigo falls to his knees.

"Ulquiorra, check it out," Grimmjow states. "I'll get the bitch."

He bounds over to Ichigo as the Vampire slowly creeps toward the aggressive shrubbery, growling cautiously as he slides past it. The trees make no move to attack, their master lying in a huddled mess within their cradle. The Fae has curly locks of purple, her body petite and her eyes pleading as she gazes up at the Vampire.

"It's a Fae," he calls back. "She's hurt, what would you like me to do?"

"… Bring her. She saved Ichigo; she's welcome… for now."

He carefully picks up the woman as Grimmjow helps the Elf onto his back, both males returning to the village and an impatient Nelliel. She was attempting to help Szayel heal Gin to keep her mind off things… but it didn't help. When they reach her, she's practically strangling the fox with a roll of gauze.

"I didn' do nothin'!" he shouts in panic.

"Nelliel, please refrain from injuring my patient any more than he already is," the pink haired male sighs in irritation.

Apologizing with a blush, she backs away and settles into her animal form to pace. At the sight of Grimmjow and Ulquiorra… and more importantly, Ichigo… she's prancing around her younger brother happily. The Fae, however, has her stopping in suspicion.

"Where should I place her, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra wonders.

"The guest room," Grimmjow answers. "I want to be able to keep an eye on her."

With a slight nod, he carries the female toward the Jaegerjaques residence. Grimmjow is about to follow, yet stops short when Ichigo groans in pain. He sets the other down for Szayel to inspect, the pink haired medic finishing with Gin quickly before looking the Elf over. Ichigo puts up a fuss; however he's no match for the pink haired healer.

"He's fine," Szayel states, pleased. "The pills did their job, he should be able to stop taking them in a few days."

"Perfect."

"Will I be well enough to leave?" Ichigo wonders curiously.

Szayel ignores the question, telling the Elf without words that he won't like the answer. Once he's deemed healthy enough, he heads to the house with Grimmjow. The white jaguar takes his human form in order to hold Ichigo up if he needs it, which the Elf isn't quick to allow after nearly being jumped twice.

Ulquiorra is just leaving the guest room when the two arrive, his features exasperated as he searches for Szayel. Grimmjow has a confused and curious look about him, one even Ichigo can read as he's gently pushed toward the bedroom for some much needed sleep.

"Her name is Cirruci," the Vampire comments. "She's a Fae that's been hunted by Aizen. She's made it her mission to stop him, which led her to Ichigo. She had heard he was hunting a rare Elf for his army."

"What coincidental timing," the feline scoffs.

"I don't believe in coincidences," the raven frowns.

Grimmjow nods in agreement, his mind already turning this new development about. If this Fae is here for Ichigo, what reason could she have to pursue the Elf? He sighs in exasperation, stepping out of the way as Szayel rushes in to help the new bitch within his territory. Finally, he gives up and heads over to his room. Ichigo is already out on his bed, too tired to even change and draw the blankets around him. Carefully, he undresses the Elf and changed him into an oversized tee shirt. Once that's done, he pulls the blankets back and tucks the smaller male in. Ichigo grumbles in his sleep, turning over to curl up against a large pillow about the length of his body and quieting once more.

"Grimm-kitty? Ya got a minute?" Gin wonders quietly.

His arm is in a sling, keeping him from exerting it too much, and he looks a bit ruffled. Grimmjow moves to follow him outside, catching how those icy eyes open in the direction of the Fae's room. Once he's certain they're alone, the fox turns back to the jaguar.

"Somethin' ain' right wit that Fae," he hisses out. "An' there's somethin' I need ta tell ya 'bout Ichi… he knows yer a Divine."

"Fuck… that was fast," Grimmjow sighs out. "Now I'll have to…"

"No, ya ain' listenin' ta me! He knows yer a Divine… but he was ready ta fuck ya up fer tryin' ta use yer power ta fuck 'im. I laughed my ass off!" the fox snickers. "He's a hothead, that one. Almost as bad as his older brother."

"Wait… he wasn't all submissive?"

"Fuck, I don' think that bitch knows what the word means," Gin waves off in humor. "But as fer this Fae… she don' feel right. She knows me, I know she does… she blocked 'er head from my sight. Why would she prepare fer that if she don' know a Wraith is here?"

"Forget the fact you only cross one once in twenty years if you're lucky," Grimmjow scoffs.

"Just… watch 'er close."

"I intend to."

The two part ways there, Gin heading off to see Shiro and Grimmjow read for some rest. Ulquiorra will watch the Fae tonight; Grimmjow needs to catch up on the sleep he's cast aside in favor of watching his new interest. Ichigo is still snoozing when he gets to the room, a sly grin touching his lips as he slides in bed behind the Elf.

"Shiro, I don't wanna cuddle," Ichigo mumbles in his sleep. "Scoot over."

Instead of doing as told, Grimmjow warps his arms around Ichigo's slender waist and pulls him closer. Apparently, Ichigo must be used to this by now. He curls up against Grimmjow without stirring, making himself comfortable as though he knows struggling is futile. With one last yawn, Grimmjow buries his nose in orange locks and closes his eyes.

The Fae is up and about when Grimmjow wakes, fixing breakfast eagerly as Ulquiorra reads nearby. Ichigo is still asleep within the bedroom, safe from whatever mischief this Fae is up to thanks to Gin standing guard. When a large plate of food is set down in front of the jaguar, curious and cautious orbs turn to the Fae.

"Eat up!" she grins. "It's the least I can do for you."

"You're awfully chipper this morning."

"I'm alive! That's enough of a reason for me."

"… What is this?"

"A special recipe my mother taught me," Cirruci smiles proudly before it turns sheepish. "It's actually one of the few things I know how to make well."

Grimmjow turns his gaze to Ulquiorra, the Vampire shrugging and mouthing 'up before me'. Grimmjow frowns at the thought, knowing the raven is a light sleeper and not many can slip past him. Cautiously, he takes a bite of the pancakes filled with berries and tinted pink. The flavor explodes in his mouth, the rest gone in only a short amount of time. Noise from the hall has his attention elsewhere, the Elf roaming out curiously and stopping at the sight of the Fae that's made herself at home.

"Who the hell are you?"

Grimmjow may not have noticed it, but Ulquiorra did… the slight hint of jealousy within Ichigo's tone. The jaguar, however, takes it for anger. His confusion is obvious, Cirruci frowning at the comment. She sets down a couple more plates of food, her frown turning into a forced smile.

"I see you must've been quite drained during that fight," she comments sickeningly sweet. "I was the one that saved you."

"I could've handled myself," Ichigo growls. "The last time someone decided to save me, I got landed with that enormous pain in my ass."

"Not yet, I'm not," Grimmjow mumbles under his breath.

Ulquiorra chuckles at the comment, both Ichigo and Cirruci looking to him for an explanation. They don't have the finely tuned senses a Were-creature or Vampire does, so they didn't hear the remark. The Vampire waves it off uncaringly, returning to his book as the tenseness within the room strengthens. Cirruci sighs dramatically, stepping over to an irate Elf and ushering him over to the table.

"Sit and eat, you look horrible," she chides. "Haven't they been feeding you? Honestly, I don't understand why Elves always look like anorexic bimbos."

Ichigo's temper flares at the insult, yet Grimmjow reaches over and pulls him back into his seat before he can launch himself at the new bitch. This has happened multiple times within Grimmjow's territory, he knows the two are just trying to establish who the alpha bitch is. These little tirades will continue until one or the other finally gains the upper hand.

"At least I'm not a desperate whore," Ichigo growls out. "That's what Fairies like you are, aren't they? Rutting around in the gutters because they're not good enough to get a guy born of finer shit?"

"You petite little slut!"

"Bolemic Witchling."

"Were-whore."

"Whoa! Hey! Not cool," Grimmjow hisses. "No insults pertaining to Were-creatures, this is not the territory to be belting those out!"

"I thought Vampires were a type of leech, but they've got nothing on you," Ichigo states carelessly. "What were your plans then? Purposely fall victim to a bunch of witches in a heroic act… just to bed the Pack Leader like the prostitute you are?"

Cirruci's jaw drops at the remark thrown her way, her mind working to come up with something else and going a bit too slow. Ichigo's amber eyes glitter in growing triumph, just waiting for the Fae to admit defeat. Finally, she attempts a comeback. Before it even leaves her lips, she closes her mouth and turns her nose up. The Elf grins widely at the conceded defeat, his head held high in his victory as he quietly eats his meal. Grimmjow rolls his eyes, this war is far from over between the two.


Dun, dun, dun! A new bitch to fight with Ichigo! This is gonna be fun! =D I hope you guys don't grow old with these sorts of insults and, if possible... I'm running out of names ^^; I little help? Thanks much! I love ya lots! 'Till next time... which will just be a random update. Unless I update this one first, and then the next one will be Dark Prince for all you SasuNaru fans ;p

Shiro: Who the hell wants ta read 'bout them when we kick ass? *huffs*

Vae: Awe, Shiro's jealous! That's so cute! *fangirl squeal*

Shiro: I ain' jealous! I'm just statin' a fact, that's all.

Vae: Totally jealous. Don't worry, Shiro, I like you more! *hugs and kisses Shiro*