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NORMAL POV:

At the Yamamoto Estate the leader of the Yakuza was sitting at his desk drinking his favorite tea while listening to the reports from Ukitake.

"Ryūken Uryuu-san said that he should wake up soon. He'd only suffered from a minor concussion. The bullet hit his right shoulder. There was only minor bone fracture. He will not be able to use his arm for two weeks, which is unfortunate for him. Kurosaki-kun said that he was just accepted in the high school Kendo club." Ukitake looked at his superior. "What should we do about the young man, Yamamoto-sama?"

The old man drank from his tea and looked ahead of him as he contemplated. He put down his tea cup and picked up the file that was on his desk. It was Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez's file, which contained all the information the police and the Yakuza informants could collect. He opened the file and the photographs of Grimmjow that was taken for the student ID of Karakura High and his Juvenile Hall mug shot. Looking at Grimmjow's mug shot, Yamamoto was reminded of a wild panther. It was strange that it made him think of a panther when the young man's hair was bright blue. The younger Grimmjow's eyes were wild and fierce, and he had a scowl similar to Ichigo Kurosaki. His hair was a little longer in the back and messier. Yamamoto looked at the more recent photograph of Grimmjow. The fierceness in his eyes had lessened but still held a strong and defiant spirit. His hair was shorter than before but still the same tousled style.

Yamamoto read his back ground. Grimmjow became a member of a small gang in his home town at the age of thirteen. He was put in Juvie at the age of fourteen for involvement in drug dealings, breaking and entering, shop lifting, and involvement in underground fighting club. He was released from Juvie about a few weeks ago. Grimmjow now lives with his uncle Dordonii Alessandro Del Soccaccio. He had taken a part time job at Zaraki's Garage. Yamamoto knew Zaraki as he used to work for the Yakuza and had a history of underground street racing and car hijacks. Zaraki is now married to Grimmjow's half brother's mother. Grimmjow's half brother Ikkaku Mandarame is a first year at Karakura High School and member of the Kendo club. Yamamoto was looking up Grimmjow's background in case he was a part of an enemy's gang.

A maid appeared in the door way and said, "Urahara-sama is here, sir."

"Send him in." Yamamoto ordered. Urahara walked in.

"I just got back from talking with Mandarame, Zaraki, and Dordonii. The three claim that Grimmjow's no longer part of any gang. He was supposable kicked out or left from his previous gang before he was arrested a year ago." Urahara adjusted his hat and said, "I talked with Orihime-san, Kurosaki-san and Arisawa-kun about their own opinion of Grimmjow. There was one incident when he almost ran into them in on his motor bike this morning. They said he claimed that he didn't mean to and that he had forgotten about it or something. I think he's innocent. But you can never be sure."

"We need to interrogate Grimmjow after he wakes up." Ukitake said.

Yamamoto nodded and closed the file in his hand. "How is Orihime-san doing?"

"She's in her room now with Arisawa-kun. She's really upset that Grimmjow got shot from protecting her. She's really worried about his well being." Said Urahara. "Poor girl thinks it's all her fault that he got hurt. Arisawa-kun is consoling her right now."

Yamamoto grabbed his cane and stood up from his chair. "I shall go and see how she is doing."

In Orihime's room, Orihime was lying on her bed. Her face was buried in her pillow. Her friend Tatsuki was sitting next to her patting her back soothingly.

"Orihime please stop crying. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is! Oh, he must hate me now. He could have died. His family must hate me too. It's all my fault." Orihime sobbed into her pillow.

"It is not your fault." Tatsuki said sternly. "If it's anyone's fault it's mine."

"You?"

"I'm the one who suggested on taking him out for ice cream." Tatsuki said grimly. She really did feel guilty. It was her idea to set Orihime up with a guy so she wouldn't have to become the next leader of the Yakuza. But she forgot that the guy would be put endanger. The Yakuza life is very dangerous and not easy. Grimmjow looked like the very strong and tough type of guy. But after getting shot today he may really not want anything to do with Orihime. But was he really the type of man that would back down from just one gunshot wound? He willingly saved Orihime's life that might mean something.

"I wonder how he's doing right now. I hope he's not in anymore pay." Orihime wondered.

"He didn't suffer too much. You were there to help him before he was taken to the Emergency Room." Tatsuki said. "You stopped the bleeding and made sure it was clean. You'll make a great doctor."

Orihime lifted her head from the pillow and blinked up at Tatsuki. Tatsuki wondered why she was looking at her like that then she literally palm slapped herself. "Oh, I'm sorry Orihime I forgot."

"It's okay." Orihime said fidgeting with the edge of her pillow. Tatsuki watched her closely. Orihime acted like being the heir to the Yakuza leadership didn't bother her. Tatsuki wondered if she was really putting up an act to fool everyone. Orihime was a very honest girl and was bad at lying. Before Tatsuki could say anything there was a knock at the door. "Orihime-san?" It was Yamamoto.

Orihime sat up on her bed. She fixed her hair by finger combing and smoothed down the frizzes. She adjusted her hair pins and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Come in, Ojii-san!"

Yamamoto opened the door and entered Orihime's bedroom. The bedroom wasn't very large almost standard size and very modest looking. There was the full sized bed, the little sitting area with the television screen, and a desk. There was a cork board hanging over her desk with many pictures of her friends and family. There were also Orihime's drawings about her fantasies about robots and faeries.

"Hello Ojii-san," Orihime said sliding off her bed. She walked over and gave her grandfather a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, my dear." Yamamoto said. "I came to see how you were doing." He could of called her cell phone or had one of the servants carry a message but he went and walked all the from his office to see her. Orihime was touched that he would come all this way. The way to her room from his office was long and he had to use his cane to get around.

"Have you heard from Grimmjow-san?" Orihime asked him nervously.

"He is doing fine. He hasn't woken up yet. He will not be able to use his right arm for a while."

"Poor Grimmjow-san. He had just started the kendo club." Orihime said sadly.

"I heard from Ichigo said that he could still participant in the club if he could wield a sword one handed." Tatsuki said and Orihime smiled for Grimmjow.

"So how did Grimmjow know that the snipper was in the area?" Yamamoto said.

Tatsuki made a aggravated sound. "We told bucket head that he saw the guy hiding in the alley. Do you think that Grimmjow's behind it?"

"I haven't made my decision on that matter. The gun man was in the alley, there was a snipper hiding on the roof tops. It's seems too much of a coincidence that he knew about both of them."

Orihime's eyes widen in shock. Tatsuki piped up, "You weren't there. Grimmjow was acting normal at first but before the shooting he acted like he was on edge like he felt something was wrong. It wasn't like he knew what was going. And come on he jumped in and took the bullet for Orihime."

Yamamoto didn't say anything. He looked at Tatsuki then at Orihime. He sighed and said, "You may be right. But we can't look over the possibility that he could be a part of an enemy gang."

Tatsuki muttered something incoherent and Yamamoto was sure it was inappropriate. "I would like to talk to this Grimmjow myself when he wakes up."

Tatsuki looked grim and Orihime said brightly, "He's a nice boy, Ojii-san. He lent me his handkerchief once."

"He has a handkerchief?" Tatsuki asked.

"Orihime have you eaten dinner yet?" Yamamoto asked her his eyes fell on the untouched food on the coffee table left by the servants.

"No, I didn't felt like eating." Orihime said then her stomach grumbled loud enough for the three of them to hear. "Hee hee, but I guess I am now." She said smiling sheepishly putting her hand behind her head and giggled.

"I'll have the chief prepared a hot meal for you. Arisawa would you like anything?"

"Yeah, I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"I'm having a craving for oden with jelly beans and radishes." Orihime said with a dreamy expression. Yamamoto and Tatsuki both sweat dropped.

"The chief has already made oden for tonight. There is plenty left."

"Yeah!" Orihime said pouncing happily over to the untouched food tray. She picked it up and said. "I'll heat this up can't let good food go to waste." She left the room and headed for the kitchen.

"Yamamoto-sama what are you planning to do when you speak with Grimmjow?" Tatsuki asked him when Orihime was gone.

"I merely want to get to know the young man." Yamamoto said innocently but Tatsuki knew that was bull. But she could not stop him and decided to wait for whatever will happen.

GRIMMJOW POV:

I was walking in a desert and it was night time. There was only the moon and the stars. My paws trotted across the white sand. I was a panther, a white panther with blue eyes. Ahead of me there was a giant white castle. Someone was at the gate waving at me. I moved faster into a run. The figure grew closer and I could tell it was a woman in a long white dress. Her orange hair stood out in the white and black scenery.

"Grimmjow!"

I sneezed when I woke up. Sneezed? I blinked and found myself in a pale colored room that smelled too clean. Next to me were blue flowers on the nightstand. That's what made me sneeze. Then I realized what this place is. I was in a hospital. Before I could think why I was in here I heard a very familiar and annoying voice yell. "Buenos días!" Something hit me on my face. It was a folded paper fan. The kind that's used for comic scenes on TV.

"What the fuck!" I yelled. "What are you doing old man?!"

"Language, Niño." My uncle Dordonii scolded me as he brandished the paper fan he hit me with. He has a van dyke black beard and mustache and black spiky hair that resemble horns. He wore a jacked with fringes on the sleeves forearms. "That was punishment for getting yourself shot."

"Shot?" Then I remembered. The gunman, Orihime, me getting shot. I touched my shoulder. It was bandaged up and my arm was in a sling. It was that bad that I had to where a sling. It's a good thing I'm ambidextrous. I thought back to Orihime and turned to Dordonii. "What happened to Orihime?"

Dordonii poked the tip of the fan at his chin. "You mean Inoue-san?" He smirked. "Already on first name bases. You're not even using honorifics."

I felt my cheeks grow warm. Damn it, I'm blushing. "It's not what you think! And how do you know her? Aw fuck that is she alright? Is Arisawa and Kurosaki alright?"

"They are fine. Inoue-san helped you while you were unconscious."

I run a hand through my hair that needed a wash and a comb. "I can't believe I blacked out over one gunshot."

"You've never been hit with a bullet but you've been shot at before, my young cholo. Unless you had and you've been lying again."

"It's EX-cholo. What do you again? What have I lied about?"

"Your driver's license."

Aw shit busted. I gulped nervously. "Yeah about that. I meant to tell you that but I forgot."

"You went to school on your motorbike and you knew about your license."

I sighed and lay back against the pillows. My head felt weird and I touched it again and felt bandages. "What happen to my head?"

"You're head hit the pavement when you fell and you had a minor concussion." Dordonii said. "Do you have any memory loss or had strange dreams?"

"Hmm, I think I remember everything even the bad ones unfortunately. But I did have a weird dream. I was in a desert at night and I was a white panther."

"White?"

I shrugged, "There was a weird looking castle. Sort of modern architect with a huge dome. There was a woman and she..." I trailed off as I realized who the woman in my dream was.

"A woman? So it was a kinky dream. That's normal for a teenage boy like you."

"It wasn't kinky!" I snapped. "Just 'cause there's a girl in my dreams doesn't mean it has to be kinky."

"Sure." Dordonii said looking unconvinced and was doing that annoying wagging eyebrows at me and had a knowing sly smirk. I wanted to hit him but he was out of reach. Before I could look for something to throw at him a small girl with pink cotton candy hair burst into the room following closely behind her was Ikkaku.

"Hiya Neko-nee!" Yachiru jumped onto the bed and handed me a bundle of colorful paper cranes. "A Get Well Cranes present for you. Panthera-chan says hi."

"Heh, that's Pink." I took the cranes and set them on the nightstand next to the flowers. I sneezed again. "Damn flowers." I sniffed and rubbed my nose.

"Language, Niño language." Dordonii lectured. "There's a child in the room." He patted Yachiru's head and she giggled.

"It's not his fault Dordonii. He's allergic to those flowers." Ikkaku said and picked up the flowers and walked out the room with them. He came back and I guessed he put them in a trash can or something. "So you saved the Yakuza Princess's life?" He said taking a seat next my bed.

I stared at him. "Huh?"

"I think this is the best time to tell you. Orihime Inoue is the granddaughter of the leader of the Yakuza Shigekuni Yamamoto."

Everyone watched me to wait for my reaction. I stared at ahead in shock then I started laughing.

"Hah ha, your all joshing me. There's no way she could be part of the Yakuza. She's too nice and everything."

"It's no joke, Grimmjow." Ikkaku said sternly. "I'm telling you to give you the heads up."

"Heads up?"

"Yamamoto had one of his men question us about your background. Since you somehow knew about where the shooters were and who they were targeting they think that your working for an enemy gang."

"What?! I'm not part of any gang! You know that!"

"Still doesn't stop them from being suspicious. Their coming to interrogate you know that your woken up."

"Great," I hissed and fell back on the bed.

"Neko-nee will be okay. He saved Princess Boobies." Yachiru said and I snorted at the nickname she used for Orihime.

"Yeah, maybe because of that they'll go easy on him." Dordonii said hopefully and Ikkaku looked a little more hopeful too. But I knew it wouldn't be like that. I knew how the Yakuza works. I've been a part of a gang though it was only a year. I knew that the Yakuza were strictly protective of the leader's family and very suspicious of anyone who mingles with the family. They must think I'm some kind of spy or an infiltrator trying to get into their ranks to do inside job. I was never into that kind of thing. Fighting was the thing I was mainly good at.

After a half an hour Ikkaku, Yumichika and Yachiru left. Dordonii left soon after they left to go to work. I was left alone with my thoughts. I tried to think of how to convince them when they come to question. It was growing late and new nurses and doctors were turning in for the graveyard shift. I was dozing of when I heard footsteps that didn't sound right. It sounded like they had an extract leg? I opened my eyes the lights were off in the room and there were only the lights that came from the hallway. Two people were in the room and I knew they weren't doctors. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded.

"My, he's certainly polite." A man's voice said in cheerful sarcasm. I'd looked at the speaker. He was hidden in the shadows but I could tell from his outline that he was wearing a hat. "Hello, Grimmjow-san. Mind if I used your first name even though we'd never met. Your last name is a tongue twister."

I shrugged, "Yeah, sure everyone does. Now tell me your names."

"We are the Yakuza." I could tell the man was grinning.

I said nothing at first as I stared at the two men hiding in the shadows. Then I said, "Okay, but do you had to hide in the dark?"

"Aw, but it'll ruin the effect."

"Urahara." The second man said sternly.

"Sorry, sir. Just turn on the light on your nightstand." I turned on the said light. It didn't light the whole room but now I could make out distinct features of the two men. The man with the hat was wearing dark grayish green business suit and a green and white striped bucket shaped hat. He was the youngest one with messy light blond hair. His eyes were shadowed from his hat and had a stubby chin. The other man was older with a long white beard and long eye brows. He was the one who was caring a chain. "Please to meet you Grimmjow-san. My name is Kisuke Urahara and this is the boss Yamamoto-sama."

I stared at the old man. So this is Orihime's grandfather and leader of the Yakuza. The old man's eyes were squinted into slits but I could feel his eyes burrowing at me. I looked at him levelly and said, "What do you want from me?"

"Just to talk to you."

More like grill me tell I'm well done. "Well this is going to be along night." I sighed and pointed at the chairs. "Better make yourselves comfortable."

Urahara and Yamamoto sat down. Yamamoto first spoke, "I would like to personally thank you for saving my granddaughter."

I nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm glad she's safe." I was surprised how I sounded. I sounded sincere which I really am but I also sounded gentle. That's out of my character.

"So what's your relationship with her?" Urahara piped up.

"What?!" I said staring at him. Urahara cocked his head and smiled widely. "Well we want to know what you think of Orihime-san. Are you friends or just classmates or something more?"

"J-just classmates!" I said trying not to stutter. "Classmates who went out for ice cream together that's it."

"But you went and protected her and got shot." Urahara said still had that wide grin. I wanted to smack it off. "You don't seem like the type to risk your life for anyone."

I glared at him and fought to hold down the blush that was threatening to cover my features. "What are you suggesting?"

"Well you must have know that we've come to interrogate you on behave of Orihime-san and the Yakuza." Urahara said his tone turning serious. "We want to know you're not working for an enemy gang or not."

"I'm not." I insistent. "I was once. Over a year ago before I was sent to Juvie."

"What made you leave or kicked out?"

I gritted my teeth and looked away. I looked at them and said, "There was a street fight one night. This guy I was supposed to fight was like three times my size. There was no way I could of beaten him or come back in one piece. So I wanted out then the King, the man that was running the place said he'd threaten to hurt my family. So I went and fight and lost big time. Then the police came and arrested everyone. Then some mother fucker claimed I was the one who tipped them off." I growled at the last part.

"And you didn't?" Urahara said curiously.

"No it wasn't me. But everyone believed it. The old gang doesn't treat kindly to snitches so they kicked me out. Then I was put in Juvie." I looked down and picked at the bed sheets.

"You don't seem happy that you got out of the fight club?" Yamamoto asked me.

I looked at him. "I wanted to get back at the bastard that had me on a short leash. But the police busted him and now he's in jail safe from me." I mused darkly.

"Hey jails hell on earth. You think Juvie's bad. It's a play pin compared to the jolt." Urahara said and I looked at him raising a questioning eyebrow. "Yeah I've been in the slammer. Don't ask."

"Like I care." I said crossing my arms. "Do you believe me or do you want me take a truth serum?"

"I didn't bring any." Urahara mused sarcastically.

Yamamoto cleared his throat. "Grimmjow-san. Look at me in the eye and say tell me the truth."

Is he serious? Does he think that if I lie that my pupils will dilate or something? I looked at him straight into his squinting eyes. He gazed back into mine and I could sense him drilling through my soul. The dude is old but he's no push over. I spoke with an even and clear tone. "I swear I don't want to hurt Orihime-san" Did I used and honorific this time? "I do not mean any harm to the Yakuza since before I had no idea that she was a part of it let alone the heir!" I almost exclaimed the last part. "If you don't want me hanging around then so beat it." I shrugged impassively. "I wouldn't make a good friend for her. Considering my past."

They stared at me then laughed. "What? What the hell are you laughing at?" I growled at him.

"You don't think you make a good friend because of your criminal past?" Urahara said wiping his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Hello! Did you have short term memory loss or is it our concussion?" Urahara said waving a fan at me. Where did that come from? "Her whole family and most of her friends are part of the Yakuza. You fit right in."

"In fact this is one of the things we would like to talk to you about." Yamamoto said and Urahara's grin widen.

"What is it?" I asked and I wasn't sure if I would like it or not.

"How would you like to be part of Orihime's guardians?"

I stared at them as they smiled at me. "Huh?"

Okay that's it. Wow over 4,000 words. It's a new record for me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Has anyone checked my poll on my profile? Last I check there were seven people you voted. Also check my profile. I have this awareness poem and I think I'm the only one that's supporting it. Sad.

Cholo means 'gangsta' in Spanish. I learned it from watching Lopez Tonight. :)

The dream sequence is based on Hueco Mundo I'm sure you all know. I've read fanfics with Ulquiorra in a different AU that doesn't involve Hollows or Shinigamis there's always a surreal scene or dream sequence that involves Hueco Mundo. So I thought why not Grimmjow have a dream sequence. For me I put the white panther like Grimmjow's adjuchas form. That episode when him flashbacking when he was a adjuchas is one of my favorites.

If you forgot who are the Guardians are read the second chapter.

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