Rukia was more than adept at hiding her emotions even if it happened to be the perverted spoon before her blocking whatever chance she had of escaping his grasp. "No," she enunciated slowly, watching for an opening to run, "I'm not lost. Are you sure you aren't?"
Nnoitora licked his lips suggestively, eyeing her current ensemble of a white summer dress and teensy black bow tied atop her head. "No…dearie. I don't think so; you see this happens to be my domain that you're in…" he kept talking but she didn't hear. Her mind was going in furious circles trying to think up a way out of the mess she was in. To top it off she was getting hungry.
Neliel had said Nnoitora was a perv, as did Stark. So what would be…his weakness?
"Look!!!" her finger jabbed to an area somewhere behind him. "Halibel's stripping!!!"
"WHERE??!!" he spun around, looking eagerly.
~*~
So predictable, she snorted softly as she turned tail and ran off as fast as she could. Men.
"You little liar! Get back here, I said!!!!" he roared, giving chase. Unfortunately she discovered, he not only was a long string bean but also his long legs gave him an advantage she didn't have. He was gaining on her when someone in white passed by the opposite end of the hall. "Wait!" in mistaken belief Rukia lunged for said personage, gasping out her cry seconds before barreling into the unsuspecting…teal-haired Arrancar.
Nnoitora skated to a stop, hissing angrily, "Grimmjow!"
"What the hell…" the bored looking Sexta's eyebrows crept up seeing indeed who had banged their nose into his exposed six-pack and then fallen backward onto their behind, staring stupidly up at him. "Grimm—kitty?" Rukia couldn't remember if that was his name or not. From the tic that popped out on the side of his jaw, she thought not. Didn't Grimm-kitty have an especially infamous bad temper? Really she expected to be yelled at…but…
"Grrr…c'mon." he reached down and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet roughly. Rukia stared up at with frightened eyes. What was he going to do her?!
Obviously Nnoitora wondered the same. "Where are you taking her, Grimm—"
"Not a word outta ya," for a second their glares met and Rukia could almost see the static sparking between them. Reluctantly the Quinta backed down, snarling under his breath. Grimmjow stared after his retreating back with a sneer of disgust.
"Fucking fag," he muttered. Her eyes widened and then he chuckled, seemingly in a better mood. "C'mon, I'll take you to the dining hall."
~*~
They walked in silence for a while, retracing a path back to an area that started to look more familiar to her. Two turns from the left to the right, past that cracked pillar…her eyes wandered occasionally to his face. Should I show gratitude? Or—
"What the hell you looking at?"
Rukia reddened even though she felt a spark of anger. "No need to bite my head off, idiot. I wasn't sure if you deserved a thank you, is all."
Grimmki—I mean—Grimmjow scowled and ran a hand through his teal hair distractedly, "eh, don't bother. I only did it 'cause that bitch Ulquiorra threatened blackmail if I didn't keep an eye on ya."
Ulquiorra? "He did?" Wonder what he used as blackmail?
The teal-haired Espada nodded.
Her amazement kept her from saying anything and only Grimmjow's sneer of, "well, speak of the devil." Caused her to look up and lo and behold, an expressionless Ulquiorra stood waiting beside the familiar door to dining hall A. The two Espadas exchanged looks and Rukia noticed Ulquiorra had something in his hand. The edge of a Polaroid-?
With a heavy sigh and glower at the Sexta, he handed one photo over. Apparently there were more. Grimmjow smirked as he took it and closed his fist upon the white edge and glossy picture, incinerating it with a balas. She really wanted to know what it was.
"The deal was for only one, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said when the other tried to snatch the rest. It was Grimmjow's turn to glower and snarl, "I don't remember making any deal with you--"
"Would you like this..." Ulquiorra began, his voice deadly quiet, making sure two suddenly very worried teal orbs were fixed on his hand and the separating of another snapshot and held up between white fingers, "to be plastered all over Las Noches?"
Dead silence reigned until Rukia burst out laughing.
"Aw, shut it," Grimmjow muttered, his eyes flashing but wary of causing a scene for then every fraccion behind the door they stood by, would be all over them--not to mention the incriminating photo Ulquiorra all but waved beneath the Sexta's nose.
For it was obvious...Grimmkitty loved catnip.
~To be continued~
AN: The length I wasn't happy about, however since it's late, I decided to polish it up and post it, meaning to do another chapter sooner than this one was to the previous CH.8. Next time, it'll be more StarkxRukia than Ulqui. :) Thanks for reading--no flames or idiotic spammers--reviews are always appreciated. :)
