Hello~

This summer's pretty bussy for me. First this leadership thing, then taking a class over summer so i don't have to take it durring to school year, and two honor class thingies.

Anyways if you are here only to read dialog then this chapter isn't for you so yeah...

-Enjoy!-


-HARSH: Chapter 10-

After that pathetic interrogation, Grimmjow and I leave. We don't say a word to each other while we advance to the black BMW we have arrived in, though I clearly note that he is really ticked off. I stumble into the back seat with weary eyes and fasten the seatbelt over me. Grimmjow get in and starts driving, not any bit tired. I close my eyes and rest my head against the cold window.

The drive is shorter than expected and we finally make it back to the apartment building. I blink and unbuckle myself as he opens my door. Grimmjow grabs the back of my shirt and yanks me out. I don't bother to remark that it is unnecessary for him to be forceful. I was too darn tired to put up a fight.

The two of us enter the building and load into the elevator. A moment passes, and the doors slide open. We pile out into his dark apartment. Grimmjow turns on the hallway light, barely enough light to find the bedroom door. He points to it, and I saunter to the door. I open it, but look back at the man. He hooks a chain around his neck and takes something off of a table. I set foot in the bedroom and attempt to find a light switch. I can't find one, and I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand.

2:03 A.M.

I sigh loudly as I fall and land on comfortable linens. It smells musky and has the sent of… Grimmjow.

While that thought processes, he barges in, turns around and locks the door. He places something on the dresser and shrugs off his jacket. He removes his shirt, throws it across the room, and opens one of the drawers. He undoes his belt and pulls it out of his belt loops. He jams it into the drawer and slams the drawer shut. His hands make their way to the top of his pants, and I quickly look away. I feel my face heat up, and I slowing crawl backwards.

My eyes adjust to the dark, and I can see well in the moonlight. I watch as the Sexta's dark stature moves towards the bed. The moon's light hits his form, reveling a large scar ripping though his chest and a key hanging form a thin chain.

Great. I'm locked in.

Grimmjow comes closer while I moved backwards again. My back hits the wall, and I freeze.

What is he doing?

Before I can make any more assumptions, he's already under the covers with his back to me.

Then it's quiet. I stare at him for moment. He doesn't move, but from the way he's positioned, I can't escape the bed without stirring him, and he's pissed as is.

I lie down and face the wall in attempt to stay away from him. I wait to fall asleep, but I can't. The intoxicating smell of the sheets is surprisingly enjoyable. And, weird enough, it doesn't smell like smoke.

I flip over and onto my back. Staring at the ceiling, I take in the night. A chill runs down my spine, making me to shutter. I bring my arms close, trying to preserve heat.

Why does the bed need to be right next to the window?

Absentmindedly, I crawl under the blankets and bask in the warmth. It feels cozy, and I begin to drift off. The last thing I see is an outline of a number six, before my eyelids tug close.


Darkness. But within that, there's comfort. Warm breezes flow down my neck, and I don't want to move. A soft noise, almost like a purr, is heard. I nuzzle into the covers, inhaling a musky fragrant. Lazily blinking, I look around. For a moment I don't know where I am.

Quickly I sit up and look to my left. Lying there, in a disordered fashion, is Grimmjow. His messy blue hair falling over his eyes and his mouth slightly open, not affecting him in his deep sleep, it causes me to wonder if he's always like this. With his chest rising and descending with every leisurely breathe, and the innocent expression on his features, you can't decide if he's the same person.

Those thoughts aside, I get out from under the sheets. Remembering that I'm locked in here, an idea hits me. I reach over his chest and attempt to grab the key. My fingers brush against the object when Grimmjow jerks then rolls to his side. He lets out a grunt and rakes a hand throw his hair, somewhat fixing it.

Minutes pass before he finally says, "I know you're awake." His coarse voice breaks through the silence.

I don't say anything in response.

He sighs and sits up, but doesn't bother to look at me. He swings his legs over and stands up. He walks to the dresser, opens it, takes a set of clothes and strides the to the door. He grabs the key that hangs around his neck and unlocks the door. He steps out and shut the door behind him. I hear clicking noise from it, indicating he locked it from the outside.

I plop back down on the bed when I hear the shower start.

This is only the second day, echoes in my head. But who knows if it's the last?


This is just to put you in Tatsuki's mind set and i know she's OCC in this chapter but i was desperately trying to fit it so it can flow.

So thanks for reading! ^.^