I want to dedicated this chapter to the 10 people who were so sweet and who are willing to follow this. Like seriously you are so fabulous to wait for FOREVER just for me to blabber and you make my little writing dreams come true. I am trying to so hard to yank this thing back on to a plot line right now but i don't actually have cus i wrote myself into a corner. bBut i will do my absolute best to get it out there for you lovely wonderful people. . . . not trying to be creepy or anything. But recognition for actually being good at what i love is kinda like my whole life, no big deal ok enough with the sap.

P. back and edited all the previous chapter before 6 just fyi

Nell's Point of ViewxX

I stood by the window and watched him out in the courtyard below. He'd been out there all morning despite the cold, the off and on mist, and the wind. I'd give anything to be with him. To go out there and warm him. Bring him a blanket and a hand to hold. To sit by him and comfort him with all i had and all i could but i can't - he didn't want me there.

Simply put - he didn't need me.

It makes me wonder if he knows, knows that i've I seen the way his boy looks at that red headed girl. And I know how it feels to see someone look with love to another. I could paint the furrow of his brow when he sees her from memory alone. I beat he believes that that world is a mystery to us. That we've never gone out to that world looking for something; anything to silence the longing. That's why he's so cute, i guess. He thinks the battles are all his own, and because of it, he fights alone.

Hime i think that's what his boy calls her. Little princess. I sat down on the oak chair i had pulled across the hard wood floor so it could sit up by the window ceil. I clutched the shall closer to my chest as the chill seeped in through the glass. I want to make his pain go away because for me, this pain is forever - forever in my heart, forever and always. Yet for him, if i could shield him from this I would. But I can't. Not because of inability or lack of strength but because even if i poured my heart and soul into protecting him, its bridge I can't gap. Yet i still try helplessly.

"You could sit and watch him for hours couldn't you." I didn't have to turn around, I knew who it was. Didn't have the strength for it anyways. It was hard to keep calm. My chest swelled with uncertainty. To bade away the tear even though i wanted to cry was hard enough. I pulled a strand of hair from my eyes and blinked towards the ceiling - beating back watery tears. My mouth was dry like cotton and I could hear the click of his nice dress shoes as they took each step out into the open.

"I told him." I whispered.

"That's good."

" . . . and when will you tell. If his heart is broken, I want his boy broken too." There was a pause and a silence.

"Trust me on this one, Ichigo is not the kind of guy to just take thing sitting down. More of a go getter you know?"

"I don't care."

He cleared his throat, "It's best this way ok?" His hand took to his mouth, gently picking at the each dry corner before rubbing his chin in thought. Sequencing it all in his mind, questioning it all and thinking - was this right?, "Wouldn't that defeat the purpose, If Ichigo just swooped in to save the day?"

"So you'll let him have the girl, move on, start a new life, live happily ever after - problem solved. Grimm is out there freezing to death, do you hear me? I don't think he's steeped foot in this house for two whole days! He won't eat. He won't sleep." I stood up and spun around to face him. "He's broken, and you broke him." My breath hitched, "I- . . I broke him." The devilish man just looked at me with half lidded eyes. How dare he have such little apathy to me and my kind.

My eyes narrowed at him and he twirled his thumbs like i wasn't even a threat more a bother than a killer. So little does he know - I'd rip his flesh with my own bare teeth if i had to. I'd kill him dead were he stands if he didn't offer to fix what he's done. "Why are you doing this?" I hissed at him. And he breathed out in a low sigh, one filled with all the time in the world. As if he had nothing to say for himself at all.

My nails dug into the fleshy velvet seat back i'd been sitting in, as I looked at him from across the room. His long leggy figure draped across the footboard. "You need him, you need his boy for the war."

I watched as he swallowed, mulled the words over in his head. To slip up and say something abrasive now would only cost him and he knew that. I knew it. We both knew. "I'd rather there not be a war at all, but yes, you could say that. Wouldn't you say you need Grimmjow-kun too though?"

"I don't care about fighting right now, what I want is for you to make this right."

"Make it right?" he chuckled and i could feel my anger rising to my cheeks in rosy frustration. "I find that had to believe coming from a woman going behind her masters back."

"Does that mean they know your here . . . Shenji." I scoffed, grinning violently at him. Mocking him. It was all i could do to mask the hurt - that i was a traitor to my own kind. In response he growled and gnashed his teeth before he would look at me again.

"Here's the deal, ok. We both know something is inevitably going to happen here, were just sitting ducks waiting around for a spark to catch and then it's all up in flames. For as long as i've been forced to look into that slimy b*st*rds eyes I've never trusted Aizen - but somethings is coming. Don't deny it." he cleared his throat and I stole a glance over my shoulder to the window, it's fogy corners and Grimm; unchanging. But he was right I couldn't deny it. "I don't expect you to just throw yourself in harms way for us or come to our side" he began again, "-the same way i won't hold back the day we meet outside these four walls, and I pray you don't either. All I am saying, is that Kurosaki is not the kind of guy to take things sitting down."

"So Grimm has to suffer? Our side takes the hit? Is that it?"

"That's no what I meant-

"Well That's What's Happened! And you better d*mn well fix it." I barked. He said nothing. It was a first that i've come across - him not having words to throw back in my face so effortlessly - and I took it for an opening. "Your afraid his boy won't fight against him. That he'll die trying to make peace in a war of blood shed and violence." I stole across the room to the bed, clung to the bed post across the way from him. Focusing in on his face that was again at a loss of words . . . because i was right.

"Its because were different."

"You don't think I know that?" Because i new very well how different we were I thought to myself. He was the one who didn't know. The one who thought i was ignorant. Creatures of the night maybe so - but wolves . . . and their kind, that is all we'll ever have in common.

"Yet were both just a half of what we say we are. . , you'd think we'd me more understanding . . ." He peered up at me with a sigh.

"Is that why you're doing this?" His expression changed dramatically the minute my words dressed my lips and he leaned in as if for me to continue. . .

"Because your half. . . That your people will abandon you because what runs through your veins; our demon blood."

A warm chuckle crisply stirred the frigid air around us and he rubbed the back of his neck with placidity. "I've already been abandon, if that's what your asking. But unlike them, i'd rather have it that way. You'd rather have it that way. But this is a new generation were talking about. We can't say that they think the same way we do, or that they'd carry out orders the same we would have when we were younger."

His smile was kind, that's what I liked that about him. "Lets just keep them alive for now." and he rose to leave but i called after him. I could tell i was keeping him, but i didn't care. How could he say things like this. A younger generation? As if he had never desired anything he couldn't have? As if what was playing out before us, wasn't just time repeating itself like so many times before! As if to say the first man to die in the battle would be the first live ever lost to the sword.

"And then what? Just for them to be set up, one on one, against each other on the battle field?! Forced to kill each other?! What kind of sick man are you! The grief and the pain you're causing now, What would it be for if we're all going to slit each others throats in the end?"

"You make me out to be some kind of sadistic romantic? Dying at the hands of a lover- that's garbage! You did what you had to. Honestly, do you think Aizen would have cared about his little boyfriend? His little fling!? You think Aizen wouldn't have purposely sent him out to kill Kurosaki if he had known about them? And what in your right mind says he doesn't already know . . . It was just a matter of time before this would have happened eventually all I'm doing is keeping them both alive! Happy?! What are you doing? Ichigo has already been given orders to cut your kid down. I wouldn't expect anything less from your side." All i could give back to him was silence as i hung my head shamefully. Defeated. The truth sneering scornfully at me with a sharpened tung. Jeering me on in my insolent remorse.

"Please . . " I called after him with my last breath hanging helplessly in my throat. Pleading, just this once. I can't do this alone. And again he turned to me. . .

"I'll see what I can do." and then he disappeared into the night.

Grimmjow's Point of ViewxX

This is stupid. I'm losing my mind. I can''t . . . I'm alone. I've been hanging around Ichigo's place on and off for about two week now. Nothing weird - i don't watch him sleep or do weird sh*t with his new found mate or anything. Just, he sits there. He read sometimes and then i leave. Right now he's eating diner like every freaking night now with his family and I just sit back and watch. They pass food and then the blond girl laughs and they biker and life goes on. I do it mostly because I have nothing better to do. Somewhere inside me I think I . . I almost hope Aizen would just show up right here, right now. Right in front of Ichigo's and then he'd know everything.

Maybe I wouldn't feel like I could have change the way it all turned at if I had only fessed up, back when he had asked me too . . . and if they had fought to the death I'd really only have to worry about one of them, right? The other'd be dead.

All the lights are on and his little sister's waving around her chopsticks. Ichigo's back is to me like always. The other dark haired chick is across from him and his dad is next to her so the ends of the table can be left empty. I can't tell what they're eating, what they're talking about. But being close make me feel less lonely. Even if i was with Nell right now, back at my place, or even at the Den i'd feel lonely. I think i've always felt like this, it's just recently i started noticing it.

But i don't care if that's the case. It doesn't matter to me much anyway.

His dad get's up to get more water, and it's cold so I pull my jacket closer, trying to curl up and out of reach from the wind.

And then his dad just looks up - right at me. He just looks straight into my eyes, like he knew I was there. And my heart stops. Kurosaki had said there was nothing, . . no sign of anything from his family but those eyes - they saw me. His dad saw right through me.

And yet somehow i can't look away.

I'm frozen in place because I know even if doesn't see me, which I know he can't. Just some stupid human. Some freak miss hap . . but If i get up to leave he'll see the shadow moving. He'll see the darkness breath, and he'll call it out. Ichigo will turn around and unlike them, unlike the rest of them, he'll know. He'll seem me.

So I sat there frozen like a statue, huddled on the roof of the adjacent house with my breath caught in my chest. It seemed like minutes had to pass. His dad just looking at me. No, no he was looking at the roof, at the darkness, and then Kurosaki notices him staring. He goes to turn around and there's nothing I can do but pull back further into the night and pray. The shame that comes with him turning around, knowing I was there. What a sick f*ck watching him like this. I'm starting to make myself sick, g-d and I used to be the only person I could stand to look at.

His dad ketches his son's shoulder and laughs it off. I still can't hear what they're saying but Ichigo never looks back again, doesn't even try. But his dad does and again he looks at me. It's not coincidence - it isn't fate. He knows. I can tell this time.

I can tell he sees me.

I'm a lier, I'm a thief and that's the way i like it. I hate others because they hate me. I'll never tell the truth because I lost the ability to a long time ago. And besides, it's so hard to turn around now . . . not after i've gotten so good at it. I enjoy painting pictures of my life that aren't real because in that moment i can pretend to be something i'm not. Ware a mask and be someone else.

But how interesting to know, I'm not the only one. . .

. . . Mr. Kurosaki just what are you hiding from your little boy?