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Chapter 10: Dr Jaegerjaques, at your service.

About Morning in Grimmjow's sexy boudoir

It was a glorious morning, the best Grimmjow ever had in his entire life and knew it would be one of many, many more to come. The birds would be singing (If there were any birds), the flowers would be blooming (If there was any instead of dead trees), everything would be a techni-coloured dream of beautiful love (Instead of a gloomy, depressing cess pit of hate).

'Hmmm, so nice and warm for once.' He smirked in his sleep, draping his arm over to one side.

'What should I do today? I could stay here all day with my cute, princess-'

ATCHOO!

'Test the springs on this bed with a bit of-'

ATCHOO!

'*Sigh*, I love it when she-'

ATCHOO!!

'when I-'

ATCHOO!!

'What the hell is that noise?!' His eyes sleepily opened and what he saw was horrifying, so horrifying that he jumped up in high alert with a shocked look on his face. His dirty fantasies fizzled out after seeing such a sight. Lying next to him wasn't his usual beautiful kitty cat but a zombie. Eyes looked murky, nose was red and sniffling, hollow chesty breathing and a deathly pale face. Not what he expected to wake up to in the morning.

"Ohhhh…I do not feel so good." She groaned, pulling up the bed covers up to her neck.

Oh no.

Something was wrong with his woman! Grimmjow started to slightly panic.

"No! Don't do this to me woman!! Don't ya be ill on me now!" He placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature to see how cold she was, but she was not cold, she was hot. Hot was an understatement. It was like she was basking in the hottest place on earth whilst eating hundreds of the hottest chilli known to man.

"No, No, NO! Dammit, woman, why did you have to do this to me?!"

Why was he panicking? He's an espada, he fears NOTHING! But he had good reason to fear this. Thinking back to his oh-so-fun times in the Gaming Hellhole when Yoshi came to work one day with this disgusting disease thing, called…called…he didn't care what it was called, what matter was the effects. Yoshi came in, looking exactly the same as Tsukiko (Not literally looking like her, just the symptoms. That would be just weird.) blowing his nose, wrapped up tight in a bundle of clothing. What was the most annoying things was the coughing and the sneezing and the fact he once sneezed right into Grimmjow's face without so much as an apology afterwards. Yoshi ended up being locked up in the store cupboard for the rest of the day ("He's contaminating me!!" Whined Grimmjow) But that was Yoshi. He would never hesitate to inflict some torture on that Grass-Head but he would never do that to Tsukiko. Not his darling, little sugar muffin. This was his chance now to get back into her good books, this situation was just perfect to show her why she loved him in the first place.

"Have no fear, Grimmjow is here. Let me take care of you, alright?" He said, stroking her hair. She wearily looked up, unsure if it was the right thing to let him take of her but she had no choice.

"OK…ATCHOO!!…sorry" Grimmjow sighed and wiped his face with his hand.

'This should be easy.' He thought with such sarcasm.

An hour of brainstorming later

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.

Yes. Grimmjow was trying to brainstorm some ideas in a velvet notepad he found in his fancy chest of drawers (Shudders in disgust). He had been thinking for a whole hour, which was astonishing in itself, but why was he doing this brainstorming? Because he had no idea what he was suppose to do. It really wasn't as easy as he thought. He's never looked after someone before, preferring just to kill them instead (So much easier). It was so hard. He looked down at the pad of paper and tapped his pen on it. Nothing. Absolutely no ideas whatsoever. After all that time in the World of The Living, he had not picked up any such procedures for dealing with illnesses. He better think of something soon because it looked like she was getting worse. She had gone back to sleep, for now. Every now and then, she would wake back up and do a bit of coughing and spluttering before trying to go back to sleep. Time was ticking away whilst his pen tapped away. The prospect of sharing a bed with a sick person was not a nice thought even if it was Tsukiko.

'What am I going to do?' Feet tapped on the red fluffy rug impatiently. An idea suddenly popped into his head but upon realising the practically foolish nature of it, he pushed it to the back of his mind…

Then it crept back up on him again like a creepy stalker.

'Never. I won't do it.' Again the thought was pushed straight back down but he made sure to put it in his most deep darkest spot…

And back it came, relentlessly torturing him, saying its evil suggestion over and over.

'ALRIGHT!! I'll fucking do it!!' He gripped hold of his notepad and pen and stormed out the room.

Outside his worst nightmare's door

Every muscle in his body was trying to drag him away but he knew in his mind that this was for Tsukiko. This was to make her better, make her realise he was the best thing since sliced bread and she would fall back into his arms once more. Now, here he was, outside this door, hand suspended in readiness to knock. The idea which had been niggling away at him, was to just simply ask someone for some advice. Not help. Grimmjow never asks for help. He just needed a few pointers. Since all these hollows around here don't get ill he couldn't ask them, which didn't leave him with many people left to ask. So, next up on the Grimmjow Idea Tree were the three rogue shinigami captains.

Number 1: Aizen Sousuke (The Big Cheese)

Should he ask him?: Maybe…but then he would stick his nose into his business and try and steal away his woman, so that was a no.

Number 2: Tousen Kaname (Mr Justice Underpants)

Should he ask him?: He'd rather stick needles in his eyes, dress up like a fairy and prance around in front of the orange haired shinigami for all eternity than ask that stupid bastard!

So that only left…

"Grimm-chan!! Ya've come all the way to see me! Come give me a little hug!" Grimmjow's worst nightmare in the form of Ichimaru Gin was in the doorway. He didn't even knock the door and he had already opened the door, as if he was waiting for him and was smirking like a creep.

"Ya can shove the hug where the sun don't shine. I'm not here for bloody chit chat-"

"Oh come now, ya came all this way and not expect a little friendly chat, come on in." Before he knew it, Grimmjow was grabbed by the arm and pulled into Gin's room. Grimmjow peered around the room. Surprisingly it was pretty plain decorative wise but his room was cluttered with various items he brought back from the World of The Living, including those stupid magazines. It was surprising that he couldn't do up his own room with his horrid deco and yet he ruined Grimmjow's room unnecessarily.

The pair sat down on two white chairs and stared at one another; Grimmjow with his usual fierce frown and Gin with his ever present smirk.

"So, have ya finally come to thank me for all the hard work I put into ya room?"

"No."

"So ya just came to see me? Ahhh, ya know that ya're always welcome here."

"No, ya idiot! I came…I came for some advice…" Gin's ears perked up at hearing this and shuffled his chair closer to Grimmjow.

"Oh dear, oh dear. Difficulties in the bedroom already? Not satisfying her properly after all I did to make it look so romantic? Well ya know, if ya are having trouble then in one of my magazines there is this great article-"

"WHAT?! Fuck you! My sex life is just fine thank you!" Grimmjow shouted in outrage.

"Hmmm, well if it does become a issue then-"

"It will never be a issue and even if it was I wouldn't talk to you about it!" Gosh, if he knew his sex life was going to be called into question then he wouldn't have went there- but then with Gin, anything could be called in question.

"Alright, so what have ya come for?"

"It's the woman. She's ill and… I dunno what to do." He didn't want to sound like a helpless, lost little boy but he did. Gin jumped out of his seat and latched on to him.

"Awww, that is just the cutest thing I have ever heard. Ya looking after her when she's ill. That's just so adorable, so romantic, so coupley. I didn't know ya had it in ya." He cooed in the espada's ear. Rumbling annoyance was rising through his body as he pushed Gin off him and glared.

"Now, now, I know it took all ya had to be that honest and since I just adore ya so much, I'll help ya out." He took the notebook and pen from Grimmjow's hands and began scribbling away. Grimmjow was so hoping his trip wouldn't be in vain.

Back to his den

Finally back at his room and now fully equipped with useful advice from Gin and a brightly coloured goodie baf. It was a whole hour he was in Gin's room. A whole hour. And only ten minutes of that were actually of Gin writing down his ideas in the notebook, the rest of the time…well let's just say Grimmjow didn't have a good time. He managed to escape from the room after it got a bit too weird in there. Now for a little sneaky peek at what Gin had writing in his trusty notebook;

List of Thing's Grimm-chan needs to do to help his cutey pie (That was scribbled violently out by Grimmjow)

1: Plenty of water and hot food (I suggest a nice soup, so look in the top cupboard in the kitchen for the ingredients)

2: Make sure to keep check of her temperature (With a thermometer, I do hope you know what that is. Only kidding.)

3: Keep her comfortable and get her whatever she needs (Not what YOU need, what SHE needs. I know ya can be quite selfish)

4: A nice hot bath (Don't be getting any ideas now *wink wink*)

5: Plenty of bed rest (Again, not for YOU, for HER)

6: Give her some medicine (Not too much though.)

If ya follow all this, she'll be better in no time.

Gin x x x x x

His first stop was the kitchen since he realised that she had nothing to eat all day yesterday but also it was the first thing on his list. It was a fully equipped kitchen. Really quite unnecessary since he had never seen Aizen or the others eating anything, just drinking gallons and gallons of tea. He had found Gin's secret stash of packet miso soup stashed behind the many packets of tea. It looked easier enough on the packet to make but he found it harder than he thought since he couldn't cook for toffee. He managed to set it all up in the pot and was trying to keep an eye on it, not wanting to ruin it but distractions just kept coming.

Distraction No.1: Halibel

She had come for; surprise, surprise, a cup of tea and found Grimmjow staring really hard at the pot, watching the contents like a hawk in case it suddenly jumped out at him. She asked him what he was doing but he told her to go away and not to ruin his hard work. She teased him for a while, he swatted his hand at her, which earned him a slap across his head. She just walked off, muttering about torturing him one day whilst he muttered about burying her alive in the Hueco Mundo sand.

Distraction No.2: The Big Cheese (Aizen-sama)

Aizen was wandering around, since there was nothing evil for him to do that day and had smelt something in the kitchen so he went and investigated and saw Grimmjow by the pot, still staring at it with great dedication. It seemed that Grimmjow hadn't noticed him so he flared up his reiatsu a bit, (He really needed to be acknowledged at all times. Such insecurities) which surprised Grimmjow half to death and almost knocked the pot over. Curious, Aizen looked at what Grimmjow was cooking and asked why he was doing it. He said it was for Tsukiko because she was ill. He regretted saying that because Aizen had a creepy glint in his eye and asked if he could be of any help. Grimmjow hurriedly said it was alright and with that Aizen slinked away, leaving Grimmjow to wipe the nervous sweat from his brow.

Distraction No.3: Bitch-face (Ulquiorra)

He came in like the annoyance that he was because he smelt something odd in there and found Grimmjow still staring at the pot. Ulquiorra stared at Grimmjow and asked what he was doing. Grimmjow politely told him to "Fuck off! It's none of ya business!". Argument ensured for quite a while and this meant Grimmjow had to abandon his post from the stove to get up in Ulquiorra's face and tell him what he really thought of him but in doing so, he forgot about the soup and it started to bubble over. In a panic he dashed over to try and save what was left of it. Ulquiorra snorted in mild satisfaction which earned him a bowl being thrown at him. Man he really did hate him so much.

He juggled with the tray with one hand and pushed open the door with other.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" He said with said with a touch of cheeriness as he walked over to the bed.

"R-Really cold." She managed to say with such a hoarse voice it sounded like she was going to lose her voice anytime soon.

"Well this should warm ya up, some miso soup. Smell that, it took me ages to make this for ya." Waving the bowl under her nose.

"I cannot really smell anything, my nose is stuffed up." She said sadly. It wasn't nice to see her so sad because of that stupid illness being inflicted on her.

"Let's hope ya taste is alright. Sit up." She gave a little yawn and tried to move but she couldn't. It was like she was stuck to the mattress. Grimmjow sighed, assessing the situation before placing the bowl down and slipped his hands underneath her and pulled her up into a sitting position. Tsukiko was very uncomfortable about that, she still was angry at being kidnapped, so she wasn't going to be too friendly but him touching her was overstepping the mark, but now you're wondering if she didn't want be touched, why on earth would she share a bed with him. The answer- she was forced to. She was all willing to sleep on the couch but Grimmjow said it was no place for princesses to sleep and the other excuse was that he needed something to cuddle up to at night, with an sly grin on his face. Even under protest, he still hauled her into bed with him and was cuddled all night like a teddy bear.

Now sitting up and ready to eat, Grimmjow began stirring up the soup with the spoon. From the little demonstration that she can't sit up, it was less likely for her to hold a spoon so he had the task of doing it for her.

"Open up." He said, taking a spoonful and began inching it further and further to her open mouth. He wasn't really the softly, softly kind of person and being careful was something alien to him so he accidentally shoved it a bit too far into her mouth, which was bad because

a) He almost chocked her to death and

b) It was piping hot!!

Her eyes went wide in pain and began flailing about as she spat it back out again.

"What the hell's wrong with ya?!" He berated as she did indeed spit that food on his clothes but that was the least of his problems since her flailing ended up knocking the bowl out his hands and right onto his trousers. Never in the history of man had a long stream of obscenities came streaming angrily out of one man's mouth in one go before. He leaped up from the bed and began comically running around the room, whilst she was still recovering from the fact the lining of her throat narrowly avoided being burnt away.

"FUCKING HELL!!!" He stopped his running and began fanning his hakama as the searing pain was starting to die down.

"What the hell did ya do that for?!" He shouted at her whilst going to his wardrobe to get a fresh hakama. She said something in reply but it was all muffled up. He closed up the wardrobe and prowled back over to the bed. So much for point Number 1, maybe he should try Number 2 on the list; check temperature. Lucky for him Gin ever so kindly gave him a thermometer. He pulled it out of the bag of goodies and shook it a bit as Gin instructed and inched it closer to her but she shifted slightly away, worried that might be the next thing lodged down her throat.

"I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice ya know." He reassured her, though she wasn't entirely convinced. Nevertheless she opened up her mouth and he popped in the thermometer.

"OK, he said to wait for a couple of minutes and then check it." He said to himself and that's what they did, waited in silence for a couple of moments. When it was ready he pulled it out her mouth and took a look. His eyes flickered with surprise, looked away, then looked back just to see if he wasn't going crazy. It was way, waaay too high, even he knew that. It was verging on so-hot-that-she-shouldn't-technically-be-alive.

"Bloody hell…" He murmured, still surprised that such a temperature could be raised and yet she was wrapped up tight in layers.

"Take that off ya." She didn't know what he was taking about for a moment but then realised it was the duvet wrapped around her.

"I am cold."

"Cold, my ass. Now take it off." He grabbed hold of it and began to pull it but she wasn't going to let go without a little fight, no matter how weak she was feeling.

"Let go!"

"No…"

"Let go!"

"No…!"

"Dammit woman, let go already!" With his strength, he pulled it but pulled it a bit too much as she went tumbling out the bed, landing in a heap on the floor by his feet.

"Oh damn, sorry bout that." He bent down and scooped her off the floor and put her back in her original place.

"I want the blanket please." She muttered, reaching her hand out to him.

"Fine, ya can have the stupid blanket but if ya start getting all hot, don't blame me." The blanket was lifted up high before gently fluttering down over her. He leaned over and began fixing the sides before looking straight at her and smirking. Her face became even more flushed than it already was and the covers were whipped straight over head, hiding completely from him, save for the tip of her tail hanging off the side of the bed, swaying slowly from side to side. He couldn't tell but it looked for a moment like she was deeply embarrassed, or maybe it was just the heat showing through on her face but now it was time to start with point Number 3: Keep her comfortable, or as he puts it, to be a lowly servant. Since she was a princess then she should be used to servants, people waiting on her hand on foot. She probably treats them like dirt! Images of him, scuttling around in a frilly apron while she shouted orders at him like a strict army general…but she didn't seem the type.

"Hey, was there anything ya wanted?" A ruffle underneath the sheets as she turned over to him but said nothing.

"Oi, I'm talking to you!" He pulled back the covers and saw her half asleep.

'Perhaps not the best of times to badger her.' He thought as he watched her drifting in and out of sleep, not quite making her mind up whether to do one or the other. He admits that she does look all cute, in a vulnerable way. His hand landed gently on top of her head, making her eyes open up.

"Ya sure there's nothing ya need." He said again gently, his hand rubbing right behind her ears and this is another one of 'Things Grimmjow doesn't know about Tsukiko Number 3: She's very, very, VERY sensitive behind her little fluffy ears.'So much so this happens… she suddenly went all limp looking, with an idiotic smirk on her face, and was she purring?!

"Woman." He called out to her, after noticing her jelly like state.

"Woman." Very worrying now. He gently shook her by the shoulders, to which she finally responded.

"Are you alright?!" The illness must have done a bit of damage to her brain for a moment there.

"Y-You scratched my ears did you not?"

"Err, yeah, so?…what? You went like that because I scratched your EARS!?" He said in disbelief at such a mere action could do that to her. She slowly nodded her head. He mentally smirked at all the times he will be doing that to her, springing it on her in surprise. That was just too much of an opportunity for him to pass up.

"So anyway, is there anything you wanted?" He asked yet again.

"…no, I am fine."

"Cut the crap, there must be something."

She thought for a bit but only one thing stuck in her mind.

"Could you…scratch my ears again please." How embarrassing. Yes, she didn't want him anywhere near her but boy did he know how to scratch some ears. Grimmjow, being the sly guy that he was, accepted immediately and worked his magic. Right behind her ears, it was a very strange feeling but she really enjoyed it from her very limp form and the little ditzy smile on her face…yep she enjoyed it.

Half an hour of ear scratching later

Raspy, light breathing from underneath the covers as Grimmjow tucked her up. She fallen into a light sleep, thank goodness, because he was starting to lose all feeling in his hand. It was time to stretch his legs. Getting up off his chair he headed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Looking after someone was very time consuming and now he needed to do some fun things for himself, like randomly destroy something…or even pay that shinigami brat a visit and tease him. Speaking of which, what was Ichigo doing?

In Urahara's random underground training room

"Jeez almighty!! I said I'm sorry alright?! Now will ya stop this!! It's bloody embarrassing!! OUCH!!" Dressed up in a princess type dress over his shinigami clothes, Ichigo was being paraded round the training area like he was a criminal with a nice little note attached to him saying;

'I'm a silly little shinigami who can't look after princesses'whilst Jinta and Ururu kicked him relentless, much to Urahara's satisfaction.

"Hmmm…I guess I should stop now, it has been a day now so, yeah, you are now free!" Ichigo sighed in relief and threw off his stupid dress.

"So how the heck are we going to get her back?"

"Well that's easy of course, you go to Hueco Mundo and bring her back."

"Well of course, stupid." Ichigo muttered under his breath before being prodded right in the side by Urahara's cane.

"But ya not going in alone since that is enemy territory, so Ishida-san and Sado-san will come along too."

"Fine, but when am I going?!" He had no time to waste, goodness knows what the blue haired freak and all his crummy friends have done to her.

"Calm down, calm down. It might be a couple of days or so since I have to get the portal ready-"

"A COUPLE OF DAYS?! OUCH!!" Again the cane connected with Ichigo's side.

"Yes a couple of days, which gives you some time for you to do a bit of training cuz you are a bit out of shape. Call Ishida-san and Sado-san to come on over and join the party." Urahara waved his fan in front of his face.

"Fine."

"Boss!! The portal!!" Jinta's voice shouted over to the two men. The pair of them dashed over to where Jinta and Ururu were and just stared in amazement. As Ichigo had told Tsukiko before, Urahara had found a way to get her home by means of a makeshift portal, but now it seems there was something wrong with it.

"What's going on?" Ichigo asked but no one answered. Suddenly something shot out of the portal, or rather rolled out. The group quickly moved out the way and were surprised to see it was a long, furry black carpet. Everyone looked in confusion but then voices were heard, well one annoyed voice seemingly telling someone off.

"Why did you do that for? That was totally unnecessary to bring the stupid carpet…I do not care if it is tradition, it is stupid!…So what? It is not as if I am going to catch anything by stepping on foreign ground…whatever, remind me when we get back to get rid of it." Dashing out the portal were four strange looking men, they seemed to look like soldiers or guards of some description. They knelt down, two on either side of the carpet before some more people came out. A important looking man, holding what looked to be some paper work and pushing his glass up his nose, came out before standing on one side of the carpet and then last but no means least came a very, I mean very, tall looking man. Taller than Chad, almost verging on Kenpachi tall. But he also looked very important, so important in fact that he had some sort of metal head dress perched on his head and regal clothing but he had a bored expression on his face. The portal quickly closed back up and then there was silence. Urahara had a giant smile on his face, Jinta and Ururu just stared at the man and Ichigo looked worried, very worried, after noticing a very familiar characteristic that all the men had.

"So this is the Mortal World? Very different from the last time I came." Said the man, looking around curiously.

"Greetings Your Majesty. I am Urahara Kisuke." Urahara stepped forward, took off his hat and gave a bow. The man finally noticed that there was actually people there, looked at Urahara and gave him a smirk.

"So you are Uncle Urahara? Tsukiko had told me so much about you."

"Good things I hope?" Smirked Urahara.

"Of course."

"Who is that?" Ichigo whispered to himself but his words did not go unnoticed.

"Ah, forgive my rudeness. I am Sasaki Kenji, Emperor of the Starlight Sky Panther Demon Clan, I have come looking for my little sister, Tsukiko. I have looked everywhere for her and this seems like the only place left she would be. Have you seen her?" Ichigo tugged nervously at the top of his shihakushou and gave a slight gulp. Now he was done for. As if punishment from Urahara was bad enough, now her emperor brother had shown his face. He was going to be ripped to pieces and used as cat food.

"Ermmm, well yes…" Kenji's eyes lit up with happiness.

"Thank the heavens, she is alright! She is going to be in so much trouble when she gets back but right now I must speak with her, take me to her immediately."

"That can be a bit of a problem." Urahara chipped in. Kenji's face suddenly turned deadly serious.

"What do you mean 'a bit of a problem'?"

"Well, you see, Kurosaki-san here had been looking after her-"

'Way to shift it all over to me!' Grumbled Ichigo.

"And some incidents occurred and well…"

"Well?" Kenji was getting more and more annoyed by this, just wanting to know where his kid sister was.

"She was kidnapped." Ichigo scrunched his eyes tightly shut, not knowing what this demon might do to him. Maybe just snap all his limbs off or do other demon things to him but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Kenji breathing deeply, trying to calm himself down but it seemed he wasn't angry at Ichigo but at Tsukiko.

"As I told her, something like this would happen but would she listen to me? Nooo! She can be so naïve. I hope she had not caused you any inconvenience, Kurosaki-san?"

Ichigo just shook his head, still a bit in shock.

"Anyway, do you have any ideas where she has been taken to?"

"We do, we will be going to go there and get her back anytime soon."

"Why not now?"

"It takes a while to get there." said Ichigo

"I see. Well, I would like to know who took her?"

"Who?"

"Yes. Who took my sister? Do you know what kind of despicable person would take her so I can go there and beat them to a pile of dust." Ichigo mentally snorted, quite looking forward to seeing that and was all too happy to give up the name of the kidnapper.

"Yeah, I know, it was a spiritual being called an arrancar and his name is…"

"Grimmjow…shouldn't you be looking after your pet?" Szayel, who just happened to be passing through the corridor came across the moody espada.

"What's it to you, anyway she's asleep so she'll be fine-" A scream came from his room and rang in his ears.

"Doesn't sound like she's asleep." Chuckled Szayel, watching Grimmjow dash back to his room.

The door flung open and he ran inside, wondering if she probably hurt herself but then he heard another scream, but it was more of a screech.

'Where did that come from?' He looked down and saw a huge bundle of bed covers moving around on the floor in a desperate fashion, screeching away. He felt something underneath his foot and thinking it was some rubbish, he starting scraping it across the floor, trying to get it off but in doing so, strangely, the screeching noise got worse.

'What IS that?!' Finally looking down, the rubbish under his foot, just so happened to be a certain someone's precious tail.

"Oh shit." He pulled the covers and saw her lying on her back with tears in her eyes.

"What do you think you are doing?! You hurt my tail, you imbecile!" She said angrily, gently stroking her trampled tail.

"Well ya shouldn't be on the floor then should ya! What was ya screaming about anyway?" She quickly went all quiet and coy.

"Nothing." Like she was going to tell him that she had a scary nightmare involving a evil blood sucking bunny rabbit.

Struggling to get off the floor, he scooped her up yet again off the floor and placed her back in the bed before grabbing Gin's Bag of Goodies and headed off to the bathroom. Number 4 on the list; make her a nice bath, seemed rightly appropriate right now.

Taking out some pungent smelling thing (a pink bath bomb to be precise), he looked over at it in disgust. Why women put those smelly things in their baths was beyond him. Turning on the taps, the water gushing out, creating billows of hot steam as it started to fill up. He hoped now this would calm her down and be a kind of apology for stepping on her tail. He turned off the tap and dropped the bath bomb in water, amazed as started to fizz about and turn the water a rose pink colour. Pulling out more things from the bag, he dotted some scented candles around the place and lit them up.

'As if it didn't smell enough already!' He thought.

"Alright woman, bath time!" He strode out the bathroom and towards the side of the bed. Turning on her side to glare at him above the covers.

"Don't give me that look."

"You hurt my tail." Her voice muffled from the covers

"I know that and I'm sorry…do ya want me to kiss it better?" Tracing circles onto top of her head with his finger. Her face started to heat up and she swatted his finger away.

"N-No."

"Come on then, your bath is ready." He was getting ready to pick her up again but she just waved him away and began gently sliding off the bed.

"I'm here to help ya know."

"I do not need help." Feet touched the carpet, ready to walk on her own but her feet had other plans, like going to sleep. She fell forward, going to connect with the floor but was caught by Grimmjow.

"Don't need help?" Smug grin on his face. Tsukiko grumbled under her breath and let herself be carried to the bathroom.

"Wow. It is so nice." She said as he placed her down on the ground.

"Yeah…nice." There was an long silence. A very long silence as neither of them moved an inch, until Tsukiko finally said something.

"Are you not going to leave?"

"Nah, hoping to watch ya get undressed." He said with a dirty smirk.

"You are the most lecherous, undignified man I have ever come into contact with in all my life." She said in complete disgust.

"Calm down, I was joking." 'No I wasn't'

"I was waiting for ya to check the water. See if it is to the lady's satisfaction." He said in a mock servant style way.

"Oh, right." She leaned over the bath edge, unwittingly giving Grimmjow a nice angle of her behind and slowly lowered her finger into the pretty coloured water. No sooner had the very tip of her finger touched the surface of the water, she retracted it again very quickly.

"It is scorching hot Grimmjow, did you not put any cold water in this?"

"Cold water?" He looked at her slightly strangely. To him, the water seemed fine, it was the temperature water he used to shower in but it seems they have different opinions on what 'hot' was.

"Yes, cold water."

"Of course not, it's fine like it is."

"Unless you want me to boil like a wildeboar stew."

'Wildeboar? What the hell is that?' Questioned Grimmjow. It was probably some demon nonsense.

"Fine, here, I'll put in some cold water. Ya fussy princess." He remarked, turning on the tap to allow the cold water to pour in. She gave him a subtle glare behind his back, not liking his 'fussy princess' remark. She was not fussy, just particular about certain things.

"Alright, that should be it. If ya need anything, I'll be just sitting on the couch." He said to her before leaving the bathroom, letting her enjoy a relaxing moment of peace and quiet.

Waaay too long after she went in

Teeth were grating angrily, his fists were clenched so tightly they had turned white, his face was like a ticking time-bomb, showing his annoyance. It had been ages since she had been in there. He was being kind, since she was ill and let her take her time to relax but this was just taking the piss! He needed to use the bathroom. He snapped. He didn't care if she was ill or not, he needed to use the damn bathroom! Jumping off the couch, he strode angrily to the bathroom door and banged on it.

"Woman! Get out the bath! Ya been in there for fucking ages!"

No response.

"Are ya listening to me?!"

Still no response.

"Ohh, so it's like that now is it?! After I've been looking after you, slaving away in the kitchen to make you a decent meal, which ya splattered all over me, then forcing me to grovel to bloody Gin! GIN of all people! AND I run you a nice bath and THIS is how you repay me?! With silence?! You are so fucking disrespectful for a princess ya know that?!" He sighed after his little rant and guess what…

STILL no response.

"Alright, that's it." He didn't care that he was going to barge in there, he had knocked, she didn't reply so this was how things were going to go down. The door flew open and strode over to the side of the bath but stopped. She was breathing lightly, her head was almost submerged in the water as she was in a little slumber. But that was not all he was looking at as he could just make out the outline of her body in the water. Dirty thoughts were flying thick and fast in his mind. Seemingly feeling like someone was indeed watching her, she suddenly stirred and opened up her eyes, only to be greeted with Grimmjow's face, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes fixed on her. Just to complete his whole 'storming into the bathroom to look her naked like a dirty old man.' he unconsciously licked his lips. She was still a bit dazed but then realised that, yes, he was in the bathroom and yes, he was indeed looking at her naked. In horror, she began splashing water at him, waking him up from his little fantasies.

"You dirty man!! Get out! GET OUT!" She barely managed to shout at him, trying to hide herself unsuccessfully, whilst continuing to splash him.

"Hey! Stop that!"

"GET OUT!!" With the flick of her hand, he was forcibly moved from the side of the bath, through the doorway and hitting the wall of the bedroom hard, the door closing itself. He rubbed the back of his head, wondering what just happened. He knew for sure that it wasn't that stupid Panther Paw of complete and utter obliteration that he had come to be so familiar with, because that really, really hurt. Maybe it was some other trick of hers.

'Oh well, it was all worth it to see her naked again.' He smirked to himself.

She finally emerged from the bathroom, instinctively clutching at her clothes as she made her way to the bed, her eyes never left Grimmjow who was lounging on the couch, still fuming at his little antics.

"There's no need to be like that. It's not as if I'm gonna go over there and rip ya clothes off…no matter how tempting that is." She gave him a horrified look and clambered into bed, pulling the covers right up to her chin. No way was he going to get anywhere near her body.

"Ok then, time for ya to take ya medicine." He said, rummaging around in Gin's Bag of Goodies (It seemed to be like a never-ending bag of goodies Grimmjow had pondered earlier) and found a whole heap of bottles of medicine and plodded over to the bed. Her breath hitched up and eyed him with suspicion.

"Man, which one am I suppose to give ya?" He said, looking over at least six different bottles.

"Oh well, might as well give ya a bit of each one, just to make sure ya get better quicker." What a stupid and dangerous idea but this was Grimmjow we are talking about. He has no idea of measures and quantities. Bottle after bottle, he opened it up and ever gave her a couple of spoonfuls of pink liquid or a couple of pills. If it was being drugged up on medicine or just being ill, she let out a long yawn and began settling herself down to sleep.

"I'll be back later to check on ya." He got up off the bed and was making his way to the door. She suddenly bolted up right with a scared look on her face.

"Ah…ermm…w-w-wait!! Please…" He paused and looked over at her.

"What?"

"I…ermm…Can…ermmm…ahhh…" She stumbled around with her words and began slowly sinking back down on the mattress and hid herself under the covers. She could hear his footsteps getting closer and felt herself sink down as he sat on the side of the bed.

"What was it?"

She mumbled something under the covers, hoping he didn't hear but he did.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." He said slyly, cupping his hand to his ear.

"C-Can you hold my hand please?" and suddenly her hand poked its way from underneath the covers.

"I thought you didn't want me to touch you or be anywhere near ya?" Gosh how he was being so smug right now. He was right but she couldn't really tell him why she suddenly wanted to hold his hand. She thought it was too embarrassing. When she was little, her brother cruelly told her an extremely scary demon folk tale just to tease her but he never expected to mentally scar her for life. Ever since she had been afraid to sleep alone, she always needed to be reassured by letting one of her servants sleep in the same room, or by cuddling her pet tiger (Yes, she has a pet tiger called Mr. M Stripy, or Stripes as she fondly calls him.) But the only living being present here was Grimmjow.

"I-It is the fever talking."

"Sure it is." He said unconvinced. She violently blushed underneath the covers but then felt herself encased in another layer, a very heavy layer and then realised that Grimmjow was not satisfied with hand holding but wanted to hold her, the whole of her.

"I said to hold my hand."

"Why stop at holding ya hand, hmmm?"

"But-"

"I thought ya going to sleep?" She could sense that stupid smug smirk of his and huffed indignantly and settled down to sleep, secretly happy that he wasn't holding her hand. This was far much better.

Awww, Grimmjow's being caring for once. Poor Ichigo being tortured by the brilliant Urahara. Anyways tell me what ya think the chapter, very very much appreciated as always.

Next chapter: Arguments arise to which true opinions come to light and the pair decide to try a day in one another's shoes to see if they can understand one another better. Will it work or will they just annoy each other even more?