Okay not my most favourite chapter but there are bursts of emotion that I am proud of writing! SOME! And it's kinda weird but after writing this chapter I think I like Orihime 0.o kinda like the time when I wrote about Momo in Blood Secrets. Damn I should stop using the ditzy blondes in my stories. I'm just glad I haven't fallen for Rangiku-wait, I'm using her in So Gay Me. Shit…

Oh! Legend of Zelda 4 Life: hmmmm this is definitely a yaoi story! Though I've never known the difference between yaoi and shounen-ai (don't kill me!) but please enlighten me!

I forgot who asked me how old Ulquiorra was (sorry! But my net was acting up so I couldn't check!) we'll get to that but he's not REALLY old! Like he's a sexy age but I won't give it away! XD just a curious question what, in your opinion, is a sexy age to be? Just asking got nothing to do with the story! And this question is to ALL my reviewers! Please, please don't hesitate to think about the randomness of this question and just answer k? XD

Once again I cannot thank my faithful reviewers enough for your reviews and praises and I haven't come across any criticisms but I wouldn't mind those either! Everything is welcome!

I love you guys! And here's chapter 10 as a token of my affection^^ (Oooo, sexy line. I will make Aizen say that in one of these chapters now…)

Rule no. 10: Make them happy so that they come back for more

'Alright, I'm ready to go to schoo-NIISAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' Ggio yelped as he walked out of the shack. I don't know why he did. Probably 'cause he couldn't find me inside. Well, he usually took his time getting dressed so I decided to go out and burn the shirt that fucker gave me last night. Fuck how expensive it must have been. Fuck that I could've sold it or given it to a hobo or whatever! It was tainted with his fucking hypocritical stench and lifestyle. I couldn't hurt him. So I needed an outlet. Guess I am thankful that he gave me this shirt. At least I won't do something drastic like break his face.

'Niisan, what are you doing?' Ggio repeated fearfully, his eyes round in worry. I rolled my eyes, trying to come off as nonchalant.

'It's nothing, Ggio,' I uttered and tossed the burning match onto the shirt. It was starting to scald my fingers. Thank God the weeds around our shack were long enough to hide what I was burning. I didn't want my ototosan questioning where I got expensive shit and what not. I left it to smolder away and walked in Ggio's direction, dragging him along simultaneously so he wouldn't go to inspect what I had been so intent on burning. 'C'mon, you're going to be late.'

'What's wrong, Niisan?' he asked anxiously as I stalked forward. I wasn't agitated or anything. I'm perfectly fine and dandy. Nothing on my mind save the motherfucker and his goddamn smile as he shoved his dick into me again and again and again…

Yep, I'm perfectly fine.

'You've changed, Niisan!' Ggio persisted as he hurried to keep up with me. I ground my teeth. Could he just shut up? I have to deal with enough stress at home, stress at work, stress with my newest demanding client and now I have to deal with the stress of his fucking annoying nagging! I don't want to talk about myself. Couldn't he bloody get it?

'You're always on edge, you barely get any sleep and I don't even see you eat anymore!' Ggio listed and glanced at me worriedly. 'And today I walk out to see you burning something! Niisan, are you on drugs?'

'No, Ggio, I'm not,' I said icily, hoping my tone would send the message that I didn't want to talk. My head started to spin now with all his super-snooping and frankly, it was pissing me off a lot.

'Because you know, drugs are bad for you! We were studying the chapter Drugs in Biology yesterday and our teacher, Professor Kurotsuchi, he was kind of creepy at first but he's what we call a 'mad scientist' like Einstein! Anyways, Professor Kurotsuchi said that an overdose of drugs can make people very sensitive and edgy because they have developed an addiction to it and quite frankly, Niisan, you've been acting-!'

'Will you just SHUT UP!' I roared and wheeled on him so suddenly he jumped a foot in the air. The worry in his eyes had transformed to one of horror. I could tell I was fuming and was scaring the living daylights out of him but I didn't care. I had snapped.

'I don't want to know what you are doing in your stupid school!' I seethed. 'I don't want to know what Professor what's-his-face taught you in class and I don't really care! He can be teaching you bullshit and I wouldn't give a damn! I'm not on drugs and if I was I wouldn't be here listening to you spout crap about me! I don't need you poking into my life and telling me what's wrong with it! I know what's wrong I am bloody handling it so SHUT. UP, Ggio!'

Ggio's bottom lip was trembling now. I could tell he was trying hard not to cry. Not to seem like a wimp in front of me. Too bad he failed. When he realized that a tear had escaped his eye, he touched it trailing down his cheek and suddenly buried his face in his hands to let out heaving sobs. They weren't loud but they weren't quiet either. They were soft and heart-wrenching. And they drained the anger out of my heart to replace it with guilt.

I ruffled the back of my hair awkwardly. I'm not very good at comforting kids when they cried. Basically 'cause Ggio never cried and I never bothered to babysit. I don't really like kids and they tend to sense that from me too. First time I went to drop Ggio at school a kid just looked at me and started crying. Yeah, I refuse to admit that I'm ugly but after that day, I just stayed away from kids.

'H-hey, Ggio?' I said soothingly (or so I thought). 'Hey, look I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I was just…I've been under a lot of pressure lately and no way of letting it out. I'm sorry I ended up getting it all out on you but I didn't mean anything I said! Honest! Spur of the moment and all and when it's the spur of the moment you say stupid things! G-Ggio, don't cry…'

I ended pretty lamely and it didn't help either. Guess whatever I said went in one ear and out the other. Alright already I know I said some harsh things but honest to bloody God (sorry God) I didn't mean it! I was under so much strain but I had no right to-

'Oh my!' came a surprised voice from nearby. I looked up quickly and was shocked to see that Inoue Orihime chick a few feet away. Her eyes were trained on Ggio who was still crying. She looked at him pityingly and walked up to us while rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a plastic bag containing a couple of rice balls and took out one to hand to Ggio. She nudged him and he looked up from his hands, his eyes veined crimson. I felt a pang of guilt at being the one to have caused that. She smiled at him and placed the rice ball in his hand.

'Eat it. It's Daifuku! I made it myself just this morning!' she cooed. He sniffled a bit and looked at the sweet treat in his hand before taking a bite into it. He suddenly froze in mid-chew and looked at her in horror.

'What's in it?' he whispered hoarsely.

'Oh, I added peanut butter and soybean paste as an experiment!' Inoue said proudly. 'I have a wild imagination when it comes to food and it's never too dangerous to try new things!'

I gaped at her with my mouth open. Okay, no offense, but I love Daifuku. Except I like mine with a normal filling. And I like to be wild and try new things too but I don't think I'd want to risk getting diarrhea.

Ggio wrinkled his nose then smiled feebly.

'I like it,' he said and took another bite. His voice was getting better and he wasn't sniffing anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief.

'You're a lifesaver,' I murmured to her. She smiled and nervously pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

'Ummmm,' she stuttered as she played with her fingers. 'I-I saw you with Kurosaki-kun yes-yesterday so when I saw you I th-thought I might help…'

She trailed off and blushed. I raised an eyebrow at her. Dude, in case she didn't notice that she had a smoking hot figure and a really cute face, she didn't need to be nervous around guys. I bet they fell for her left, right and centre. If she wasn't engaged that is. But then again, I guess everyone would know about Ichigo's slut-hopping addiction so they probably thought he wouldn't mind. Shit, I'm badmouthing him again. But what else can you call what he does? Window shopping?

'Strawberry and I go way back,' I drawled and beckoned her to follow me since we were both heading in the same direction. 'That is, until he disappeared and showed up a couple years later with an ass load of cash and engaged.'

She blushed again and focused a bit too hard on the pavement we were walking on. I barked a laughter which made her jump in surprise.

'Quit being such a nervous mess, Peanut!' I guffawed. 'It's no secret that you and my bud got a thing going! I'm just pissed that he hasn't told me I'm the best man yet!'

'Then I suppose he's told you about what he does when he's not around me,' she murmured softly. I gotta say that tugged at my heart when I heard her sound so distressed.

'Hey, he's a guy!' I tried to explain, not wanting her to sound so down. Damn, it was getting me down! 'Guys are horny like fuck! That's all we think about! All we want is a hot babe who just wants a good time and then we move on! It's not like we care about them…'

I stopped talking when I realized I was just making it worse and sounding like a total chauvinistic pig. Inoue was just staring at me and so was Ggio with his unfinished Daifuku in his hand. Oh great, I just introduced my ototosan to the wonders of being a horny teenage boy. I just hope he doesn't tell okachan.

'It's very nice of you to comfort me like that,' Inoue managed to say but continued to converse with the sidewalk. 'But Kurosaki-kun and I have talked about it and I cannot force him to like me. Love must come naturally.'

'It would if he stopped banging every slut he saw,' I muttered involuntarily. I inwardly scowled at myself. I need to listen to my conscience more often. But it's not my fault it reacts slowly. Sometimes I wished my mind worked as fast as my mouth. (Author's note: I feel the same way about myself XD)

'I know you must think I am pathetic for letting him do what he wants,' she said kindly and didn't take my insult too harshly. She smiled at me instead. 'But I don't have the heart to tell him to stop just because it's hurting me. He looks so happy when he does it and him happy makes me happy.'

She looked off into space dreamily and I couldn't help shake my head. Dude, I don't watch soap operas and shit but here was some first class goopy romance right here! Fuck man, I just got to know her and I could tell how madly in love she was with him! She was bloody letting him flirt with other girls! Now every guy needs a girlfriend like that but she wasn't a girlfriend. She was Ichigo's fucking fiancé! That settled it. I was going to have a little 'chat' with Ichigo. I swear, I think I'm becoming a fucking preacher or something. A prostitute preacher. That's something you don't see everyday!

Speaking of the devil, there he was coming out of the gate in our direction. I looked behind him and saw the Broomstick with an irritated look on her face. I grinned. Whatever man, bros over hoes like they always say.

'Strawberry! What's up! Peanut here and I were just bonding!' I exclaimed and jerked a thumb in her direction. She turned pink again and bowed in Ichigo's direction.

'Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!' she stuttered. I gave her a weird look. What the hell woman he's not a God or something!

'Peanut?' Ichigo said distractedly as he turned to Inoue.

'Don't ask. Got to do with Daifuku,' I muttered. 'We'll talk about it after school.'

'Sure,' Ichigo said quickly but I could tell that he wasn't listening to me. He was glaring. And not at me. I noticed Inoue was looking just as confused. And by reading the vibes he was giving off, he wasn't in a good mood.

'What were you doing with Uryuu Ishida yesterday?' he demanded. Oh shit. Maybe I should walk away right now and let them settle it between them.

'Um, um,' she stammered and fiddled with a lock of her hair. She did that a lot when she was nervous. 'H-he was helping me with mathematics, Kurosaki-kun. That's all.'

'Please! I don't think he intended on just tutoring you for nothing!' Ichigo said sharply and I raised an eyebrow. What the fuck was up with his attitude? He was being the typical hypocrite since he was always being groped by his latest accessory!

'I want you to stay away from him. Got that? He's not good news,' Ichigo said grumpily. 'I know him well, Orihime, and he isn't going to stop at just offering to help you study!'

'Y-yes, Kurosaki-kun!' Inoue said obediently, bowing once more. She patted Ggio (he was still here?) and then scurried off towards the Academy. Once she left, Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose.

'God, she just never gets it,' he complained. 'This is the third time I'm telling her to stay away from him but does she listen? Noooo! God! Women can be so frustrating!'

'Are you fucking kidding me?' I exploded. 'What the fuck was that?'

'What do you mean?' he asked confused. My eyes bulged. Was he fucking kidding me?

'You mean you don't-' I said in disbelief and smacked my forehead before glaring at him. 'What the fuck is wrong with you, Ichigo? Are you fucking retarded or something?'

His eyes narrowed.

'What,' he snapped. 'Did I do that is making you act up like this, Grimmjow?'

'I'm talking about how you just treated your fiancé, genius!' I spat at him and pointed a finger at Peanut's retreating figure. 'You were acting like her fucking owner, damn it!'

'And was it so wrong? I have the right to tell her to stay away from certain men! You have never seen him but I have and I have seen how he looks at her! I will not tolerate him looking at her like that!'

'Oh! And I suppose it's just fucking perfect that you can ogle every single girl in the Academy but if a guy stares at her it's a fucking crime, isn't it?'

'Stop making a spectacle of yourself in front of your ototosan, Grimmjow,' Ichigo said coldly and folded his arms sternly. Now my eyes narrowed at him and I ignored Ggio gaping at me in wonder. 'You don't want to appear as a horrible role model now, would you?'

'Don't you tell me how I should treat others, Ichigo,' I hissed through gritted teeth and looked him right in the eye. ''Cause in case you haven't noticed, you ain't no expert either.'

His hands tightened on his arms but he didn't make a move to do anything. Whatever. Even if he tried to hit me for that remark I would've knocked him to the floor and when I'm mad, I don't give a flying fuck who it is. You mess with me I fuck your face up.

I grabbed Ggio's hand and dragged him away.

'Niisan, what just happened?' Ggio asked when we were a good distance away from the Academy.

'I finally opened my eyes,' I said bitterly and sighed as I looked up at the grey morning sky. Guess Ichigo had changed a lot more than I thought. Money really can corrupt you no matter what you used to be. In the end, wealth does distinguish the 'them' and the 'us'.

'Oh no! The blue ogre is back! Everybody hide!' a scrawny kid in the playground screamed and all the kids went ape running like little ants in an attempt to get away from the 'blue ogre'.

I'm never going to have kids…

'I need a drink,' I thought moodily as I made my way to District Six. I had managed to get Ggio to sleep before the doctor arrived to check up on okachan. I also asked her if she was getting any better. I just wanted to be sure if that fucking psycho wasn't just fucking with my brain to get me to sleep with him. Unfortunately, turned out the old fart was right.

Doctor Unohana was a great doctor. She was always there to help and even tried to lessen the cost of the treatment for me. She would suggest sponsors, contacting fundraiser heads and what not to help me raise enough money when the cash I earned wasn't enough. She never questioned what I did. She was just glad I was able to support my family. That's why I liked her. She wasn't nosy. And she never lied to me.

Though I wish she did at that point.

Apparently, after she took the tests home that day, she noticed a defect which was spreading rapidly in my okachan's body. She experimented on some of my okachan's blood samples to find a suitable medicine if not to stop it but to slow it down. Results came back negative. According to her, okachan was a goner if she wasn't treated to the Houguku surgery. How the hell did that bastard get the information so fast was beyond me but he kept his word when he said he would fund the surgery. The best news Doctor Unohana gave me was that someone had deposited a large sum of money for my mother's surgery but it was only a fourth of the whole price. The surgery would span over a month or so to complete and there was enough money to treat her for at least a week. But that was good enough. For me. I told Doctor Unohana to get started and not waste a moment. Every single second okachan might be breathing her last breath.

I glanced at my watch. It was past 12 when I reached the District and realized that I was already tired. Well despite Kenpachi missing for a second day running (yeah, weird I know but hell, I'm not complaining) school was piling up the work and it would have me preoccupied till 6 in the evening. I didn't see Nnoitra either but I heard someone say he came to see the principal and then left. Weird…

And I couldn't forget that stupid fight this morning. It was still on my mind and I was beating myself up for still thinking about it. I couldn't help saying all that stuff. I was just…shocked that he was so fucking oblivious to what he had sounded like! He was a fucking hypocrite for putting restrictions on Peanut and then going around with other whores and sluts! Who the hell did he think he was some fucking king? He had no bloody right to treat her like that. I meant whatever I said and if I had to redo that part of my life, I'd do it again and maybe throw in a punch for good measure. He deserved it that idiotic prick.

I sighed and leaned against a lamppost. What I would do to redo so many things in my life. Like maybe being more cautious around my otosan. Or being by Ichigo's side when he found out his otosan had died. Staying away from Aizen Sousuke. Not picking stupid fights. Not meeting Ulquiorra…

No wait. I don't regret meeting him. I don't know why, but…he's one person I wish I got to know in some other way than the way we did meet…

I suddenly felt a hand on the small of my back. I tensed, dreading it to be one of Aizen's henchmen. But then the hand slide up to my neck and tangled itself in my hair.

'Hey, you,' said a husky voice heavy with the scent of liquor. ''Member me?'

I grinned seductively and turned around to place a hand on the shoulder of the tall, dark man while leaning back against the lamppost.

'Of course, babe,' I cooed softly and pulled him closer. He grinned wickedly, scrunching up the 69 tattoo on his cheek. That was a sexy tattoo I gotta admit. Maybe that's why he was my favourite customer. 'Here for another round?'

'You know me. I can take you anyday, anywhere, anytime,' the guy continued to breathe out as he hungrily pecked my lips. I placed a finger on his lips before he did.

'And you know me I don't work until I get the cash, Hisagi,' I taunted. He just grinned goofily.

'I said it once I'll say it again,' he uttered. 'I would pay for the whole day just so can I never stop fucking you.'

'Then we better not waste time,' I said heatedly.

But before he could respond, somebody yanked him off of me and tossed him onto the street. I yelped in surprise and stumbled forward. I stared in stupor at Hisagi's groaning figure on the street.

'What the fuck was that for?' I roared at the stranger and paled when I saw who it was.

'What? I was getting jealous,' Shirosaki said mockingly. He then leered at me. 'Problem?'

'Hell yeah I have a problem!' I screamed. 'That was my fucking customer! I know you can't displease that fucking brat you worship but let me fucking do my job! I still need to pay for everything else in my life!'

'Boss doesn't wait for no one,' Shirosaki grinned maniacally. I growled. I swear, after that damned motherfucker's grin, the albino's was the worst.

'Patience is a fucking virtue,' I spat. 'Now leave me alone before I fucking cave your goddamn head in!'

'Enough,' a deadpan voice rang through the street. We both turned to see Ulquiorra step out of the limo. My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks coloring. Had he been spying on me? Had he seen me act like that with Hisagi too? Fuck…

'I shouldn't have trusted you to handle this, Shirosaki,' Ulquiorra said coldly as he gave the albino a blank stare. The guy was obviously not creeped out by his emotionlessness so he just shrugged his shoulders.

'Whatever man, if I can't play with my prey then it ain't no fun, ne?' he teased and winked at me. I felt my anger bubbling up and I was seriously considering how to kill him in less than a minute before they realized what I was doing.

'Return to the limousine,' Ulquiorra said in a commanding voice. He then turned to me and I flinched under his gaze. I felt like I had disappointed him or something. What the fuck? Why should I care what he thinks? He doesn't know me! He doesn't know anything about me!

'Grimmjow,' he said softly. I gasped and looked up in shock at the softness of his tone. His features hadn't changed but they weren't so hard either. 'You must come with me. I know you don't want to and neither do I. But we both have a duty that we promised to fulfill. And I know you are a man of your word.'

What he said just…damn I don't know how to describe it! All I can say is, it convinced me to listen to him and get in the limo though I kept my distance from the fucking albino who was constantly giving me evil grins and freaky winks. Fucking pervert…

'He is here, Aizen-sama,' Ulquiorra said impassively.

'Ah, excellent, Ulquiorra,' the creepazoid said pleasantly as he walked out of his walk-in closet in a bathrobe (seriously, is that all he owns?). We were back in his bedroom, me and Ulquiorra. It was like I had never left last night. Except maybe I had changed my clothes. When Aizen laid his eyes on me, he cocked his head to one side and put on a disappointed face.

'What happened to that lovely shirt I gifted you?' he asked coolly. 'I remember informing you how I prefer my clothes on you.'

I sneered. What-fucking-ever. I liked my grungy attire. So my grey tank top and scruffy jacket giving him an eyesore? Fucking deal with it.

'And I remember informing you,' I mocked. 'That no fucking way.'

He sighed. Uh-oh. Not a good sign.

'Ulquiorra?' he called. My eyebrows shot up. Why did he call out Ulquiorra's na-

'FUCK!' I gasped as I felt something hard connect with my spine and shot an unbelievably fucking jolt through my body that I collapsed on my knees. I stuck my hands out before I fell flat on my face and took deep breaths to steady my palpitating heart. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the bastard standing calmly like he hadn't just fucking punched my back.

'Nobody,' I heard Aizen whisper from above and I gritted my teeth at the danger in that voice. 'Defies me. So either obey or go home in pieces. I'm sure your okachan won't question why her beloved musukosan is limping around the house with a broken body.'

There he goes again using my okachan against me. He's a fucking faggot and I hope that when he burns in hell, I'm there to watch the show.

'Fine,' I hissed and lifted my head to glare at him with every ounce of hatred I had which was plenty. 'But you gotta tell your faggot henchmen to not interrupt me when I'm fucking working.'

'Oh I gave them permission to do that,' Aizen said simply. My eyes widened in shock. And anger. Of course always in anger around him.

'You what?' I said quietly as I stood on my knees so I could ball my hands into fists.

'I'm sorry? Had I not made it clear last time?' Aizen said in mock surprise. He was fucking enjoying this. The bloody fucker was enjoying meddling with my head!

'Well, I hate to repeat myself but for my kitten I suppose I can make an exception,' he said sweetly as he crouched to my level and took my chin in his hand forcefully. 'You work for me now and no one else. I have custody over you and who you fuck. I decide what you do and where you go. In short, my darling kitten, I own you. Consider it operational since you agreed to the deal. You have already broken the first clause but don't fret; your punishment isn't too painful. Well, not for me that is.'

He smiled serenely and flicked his hand at Ulquiorra as if to ask him to leave. I didn't turn around to watch him leave. I didn't want to. I think something literally broke inside me when he punched me and I don't mean my spine.

Once he was gone, Aizen got up to stroll up to his bed and began to undo his robe. He glanced over his shoulder and saw I hadn't moved.

'Well, do you want to do it on the floor or on the bed?' he said casually. I didn't answer. I was just fucking tired of his shit. It was like I had given p. He was fucking changing my world and turning it upside down completely. It was fucking pissing off and I don't know how long I could keep it up.

He sighed and shook his head as his robe slid to the floor to reveal he was completely naked.

'Floor it is then,' he uttered and in a trice, he was above me. He quickly pushed me down so that I lay on my back and he could straddle my waist.

'Make sure you don't cry this time,' he muttered as he fiddled with my jean zipper. 'I do enjoy a helpless uke but there's a reason why I prefer screwing you than a female whore.'

I scowled at my reflection in the limo's tinted window. My face was messed up and I could distinctly make out the hickey on my neck. At least he didn't prolong the sex. His 'new client' was back again so he hurried up this time though he was annoyed since he hadn't called him that night. I got a glimpse of the guy again. I swear, I had seen him some place but I just couldn't put my finger on it! Fuck it, it'll come to me eventually.

I pulled up the collar of the black and blue checkered shirt I was forced to wear and clutched my briefcase of cash tightly in anger. I didn't want to look at the stupid love bite. Or maybe I didn't want Ulquiorra to see it. Wait, why should I care? The fucking retard punched my back! He brought a whole new meaning to the phrase 'stabbed in the back' the fucktard!

'Ice would help soothe it,' Ulquiorra commented.

'Sure,' I said sarcastically. 'After I ice the bruise on my back I'll take care of that next! Thanks for your concern!'

'I am truly sorry if I hurt you.'

'Bullshit.'

'It was an order.'

'What-fucking-ever. I don't really care, okay?'

'I told you, I owe him my life.'

'I don't really fucking care, Ulquiorra, so just fucking let it go!'

'But you won't.'

'Of course I fucking won't! Dude! You fucking nailed my back! Do you think I am going to let it fucking go?'

'What can I do to make it up to you?'

I blinked in surprise.

'What?' I said stupidly. Seriously, I mean, what else could I have said?

'What can I do to make it up to you?' he repeated calmly like he hadn't just said the most incredible thing ever. Well, maybe for him it wasn't 'the most incredible thing' but he was a thug who had just fucking thumped me hard when his fucked up boss told him to and now he wants to 'make it up to me'. Am I the only one who thinks there is something fucking wrong about this?

So I guess I didn't reply for a while 'cause he sighed and then took a sharp turn, flinging me across the car.

'What the fuck?' I growled and glared at him.

'Well, if you won't tell me I have to do something,' he said and rolled his eyes. My eyebrows shot up. Did he just convey an emotion? Two miracles in one day? I must be dreaming…

'Wait here,' he said as he parked the limo somewhere and stepped out. Like I had anywhere to go. I didn't even know where we fucking were!

[Collide by Howie Day]

He returned a little while later with a cup of flavoured shaved ice. I stared.

'Seriously? You help a douche bag fuck me and you think shaved ice is going to make it all better?' I said sarcastically as I eyed him.

'I didn't know what flavor you would like so I just asked them give the special,' Ulqiuorra said in a deadpan voice.

'Dude, you can't just think that-! I mean, you can't-! I-! Oh, fuck it, gimme that!'

I grudgingly took the cup and spooned some into my mouth. It was a combination of pineapple, orange and mango and the flavours tingled my taste buds all the way down my gullet. I hated to admit it, but it took my mind off the soreness in my body.

'Better?' he asked after a while. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

'Fuck you,' I muttered as I took another spoonful. 'You know, I don't know whether I hate your fucking guts or I think you're just freaky.'

'I don't know which one is better but I suppose I cannot change the way you think about me,' he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he restarted the limo.

'Trust me, you don't know how much you have,' I said aloud and froze when I realized what I had just said. I felt the blood rush to my face. Me and my fucking mouth…

Silence.

'Oh?' he finally said.

'Forget what I said,' I said hastily and stuffed some more shaved ice down my throat but then yelped. Fucking brain freeze. Perfect…

'Not too fast. Your brain might freeze.'

'Ya think?'

'Well, I have come across it in fact books so I believe I know rather than assume.'

'Jeez, man, it was a figure of speech! Lighten up, will ya?'

'Did you actually mean what you said before?'

'What?'

'About how I have changed the way you see me?'

'Oh. That. Ummm…(it wouldn't hurt to tell, right? He got me shaved ice!) yeah, you kinda have. Hey, don't think it means I'm warming up to you, okay? You still work for that fucker so I don't exactly trust you!'

'Fair enough,' he mused and I could see the hint of a smile dancing on the corner of his lips. I raised an eyebrow.

Ulquiorra was really something. First he kidnapped me and apologized. Then he punched me and bought me shaved ice as a truce. What the fuck was up with that?

I sucked on my spoon in thought as I eyed him driving. Whenever I met someone, I always put up a barrier. Doesn't matter whether they were so nice and sweet that they make me want to hurl. It's a reflex reaction with me. But with Ulquiorra…I felt it was stupid to do that. I mean, he wasn't so sweet that I wanted to propel vomit. And he wasn't too nice either. But he was just…careful around me. If he did anything offensive, he made sure he made up for it. I dunno but it was like I forgot about every fucked up thing in my life when I was around him.

'Hey, Ulquiorra?' I suddenly said.

'Yes?' he said and just like I hoped, he looked in my direction. I smirked as I shoved my spoon of shaved ice into his mouth while he was talking. His eyes bulged and he coughed a little.

'I beg your pardon?' he wheezed, his face bright red from all the coughing. I laughed wildly.

'Just wanted to see some other emotion on your face!' I teased and swallowed another bite of shaved ice as waggled my eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes and my stomach lurched. I liked it when he did that. I hope he did it more often when he dropped me home.

Okay scratch what I said in the beginning. I just finished the ending I have to say, the ending makes me LOVE this chapter^^ sigh, I love GrimmxUlqi moments like this! And I enjoy it when Grimmjow uses 'fuck'for some apparent reason. It just so goes with his personality! I hope I haven't made him too out of character! Or anyone else! I want to make this story as faithful to the characters as possible! So reviews, words of advice, assumptions, criticisms, hit me with all you got!

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