The obaa-san declared time was up, and the two couldn't rid themselves of each other fast enough. Grimmjow twisted off Orihime's lap and stretched out his arms on the wood, staring straight down, cheeks still aflame. Orihime's hands rushed over her crotch, which apparently was still hard as stone.

"I didn't miss anything ROMANTIC," the obaa-san put emphasis on the word, "did I?" She tottered over to a bookshelf to the right of Grimmjow and pulled out an object that looked like a video camera from the top shelf between two thick raggedy books. "Of course, you don't need to admit to anything if you're too embarrassed. This baby will show me everything that's happened tonight." she grinned mischievously, eyes twinkling as she held the camera in her hands.

Orihime didn't take too kindly to this and shouted, "You VIDEOTAPED us? And why aren't I back to normal yet? I'm still acting like a jerk!" "Yes you are. But I never said the change would be instant, did I? Tomorrow, both your attitudes will become neutral and as long as you continue daily touching, you'll be back to normal in no time! Now, off with you!" the obaa-san said, waving her free hand that wasn't occupied with the camera, and instantly a garganta appeared in the middle of her loft.

They stood up slowly, examining the fully formed garganta, then examined the miniature woman with the same amount of bewilderment. Inoue gave up on asking questions and stomped through the inter dimensional door.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, stopped and turned into a deep bow saying, "Thank you for everything, obaa-san." The old lady just smiled and smacked Grimmjow's head into the garganta. "Don't thank me! Just make sure to tell Inoue-chan to come back to the human world in three day's time. The antidote will be quite completed by then." the obaa-san waved and the garganta sealed itself with a fabric ripping sound.

"Oh darn! I forgot to mention..." she said, caressing her video camera, "they need to keep up the physical contact... if they stop... oh well. They'll remember! Now, off to watch the video!" The obaa-san smirked and rushed downstairs to watch the contents of the video.

The obaa-san was quite skilled with the opening of the garganta, it was the place where the garganta ended up that troubled Inoue and Grimmjow. They both leaped from the garganta simultaneously, and both froze in connection too. The most unlucky spot to end up, upon Aizen-sama's pedestal, on the left hand of Aizen-sama himself.

Aizen seemed as though he had expected this and tilted his head ever so slightly in the direction of the two and the corners of his mouth twitched downwards. Disappointment clouded his features for a miniscule second and they returned to his calm demeanor. Neither spoke, suspecting that they were facing their final judgement. Grimmjow slid his head lower, as if trying to be respectful would assist their situation. "Calm yourselves." Aizen-sama spoke at last, "From the moment you left Las Noches I knew you had gone. The fact that I didn't go after you both, shows that I had no need for you at the moment."

"However, would you mind enlightening me why you left for the human world?" Still, there was silence. Not one of them dared talk, for fear of being murdered. "I see." Aizen said, after the end of an endless minute, "That's quite all right, I don't mind. It was just out curiousity. Anyway, the Privaron Espada are dueling the intruders at this moment. The duels won't last too long, the intruders are far too strong for the likes of them."

Aizen wasn't the least bit deterred by the strength in the ryoka, he actually seemed to be enjoying the fall of his underlings. Grimmjow and Orihime were still unmoving, anticipating a coming cero or a sword to the heart. But they never came and Aizen-sama simply said, "You can both return to your rooms. The Espada won't be fighting until late tomorrow afternoon so you can just lounge around if you want." Aizen dismissed them and they stepped down every marble step numbly, deep inside them they were still seeing an awaiting cero. They barely registered that they had left the room, stalked through the hallway (past Szayel's room which was under construction) and entered into the dungeon all in one breath.

A giant sigh of relief issued from both their lungs and they nearly forgot the other was in there. Looking at each other in irateness, wanting nothing more than to sleep, Grimmjow drawled, "Why... why are you in here?" "Beca -yawn- because I don't feel like going back to my ro -yawn- ooommm.." Orihime collapsed onto Grimmjow's bed, "Szayel won't leave me aloo -yawn- oone because I trashed his room."

Barely concious, Grimmjow flopped onto the bed next to her and said, "Alright fine, just don't do anything we -yawn- weird." This was to be expected, it WAS the middle of the night and their entire day was completely exausting. What with, the personality mood swings, the attacks to the balls and the crashing through walls, it was pretty much coming to get them sooner or later. Grimmjow wrapped himself in a cocoon with the blanket, leaving little to nothing for Orihime who shivered violently. Orihime used her rippling muscles and ripped the blanket forcefully from Grimmjow's now chilled body.

Grimmjow was unsatisfied with this and tugged with all his might but his might was nowhere near strong enough. He whimpered and laid onto the edge of the bed while Inoue snored soundly.

It was then when Grimmjow felt something.

A warm sensation enveloping his body and memories than had earlier been lost came rushing into his brain all at once caused sensory overload. 'The old woman wasn't kidding about everything happening overnight.' he thought panicked. His eyes flicked blindly around the room, because he wasn't seeing any of the room. His memories filled his brain like a wave of thought and his eyes were watching each regained memory float across the room. His days as an adjuca, prowling the Hueco Mundo desert searching for stronger beings to devor, gaining more strength. The return of his memories brought back old feelings. Murderous, superior feelings, yet those emotions were quickly buried by a swell of normality as his old personality and Inoue's clashed deep inside him.

For the moment, he was, like the obaa-san told him: neutral. Orihime's grip loosened on the blanket and her body relaxed, and Grimmjow snatched half the blanket away. "Sweet relief." he muttered under his breath. The thin blanket didn't warm him up in the least bit.

Reluctantly, he sat up and shifted closer to Orihime's darkened figure. In the night, she seemed so harmless. Without warning, Inoue turned on her side facing Grimmjow and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him ever closer. His head dropped to the pillow that both he and Inoue shared, they were that close.

Grimmjow's arms were uncomfortable by his sides, so he tugged them out from underneath him and pressed them gently against Orihime's warm body. He craned his neck so that his scalp lay against Orihime's Adam's apple. 'I am so gay.' he scolded himself for getting so near.

Orihime's bright blue eyes flicked open and stared through the darkness at Grimmjow's girlish figure. She'd been awake the entire time, and now that Grimmjow was that close, she would never get any shut eye.

'Forgive me Kurosaki-kun.' she thought, 'I'm sleeping with the enemy.'

Best sentence Orihime has ever said. Right thur. ^^^ And who thought that obaa-san was into stuff like that? What a pervert. XD

I also wanna give a shout out to those certain people who've added me to their favorite stories list. You know who you are. THANK YOU SO MUCH! :) Reviews anyone?