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"TORA!" I attempted to leap from where I was, only to find that I was being held in place by strong arms. I glanced down to see the man from before, Starrk, still fast asleep.

I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he looked. For some odd reason I was making friends. In Hueco Mundo. With hollows. "Hey, Starrk." I shook him gently.

One steel gray eye slid open to look at me. "Hm?" he mumbled.

"I think my babysitter is looking for me." I smiled, Grimmjow yelling for me again.

He chuckled softly, removing his arms from me and apologizing for grabbing me while we were sleeping.

"Nah, don't worry bout it." I waved it off. "I'm just glad that not everyone hates me here."

He smiled kindly at me, "You have more friends here than you think, Tora."

He then rolled over and went back to sleep. I got up quietly, laying the rest of the blanket over him. Walking over to the door, I slid it open carefully and stepped out before shutting it silently.

"There you are!" Grimmjow exclaimed from behind me. "What the hell were you doing in Starrk's room?"

I stared blankly at him. "We were sleeping."

He narrowed his cyan blue eyes at me. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." I snapped, matching his glare. His bright blue eyes boring into my forest green ones.

He growled and grabbed me, we were in our shared room within seconds. He took me roughly by the shoulders and shook me.

"Are you crazy!" he yelled. "You're making me go insane! What are you doing to me?! I feel sick! My stomach gets all weird when I'm around you, and my heart starts pounding, my mind goes blank, and my panther starts going batty in my head!"

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I didn't know how to tell him what it was that he was describing.

But he wasn't finished. "When you fought Aizen! Shit! I was so terrified that you were gonna be killed! What the hell were you thinking?! I don't ever care if other people get hurt! What is going on with me?! Ever since that day we all went shopping. I've been sick. Why?" he finished quietly. He relaxed his grip on my shoulders and looked down, panting slightly from yelling so much, so quickly.

I still didn't know what to say. "What do you mean your panther?"

He sat on his small couch and rubbed his face with a hand. "It's sort of complicated, but it's a bit like my instincts, or something. I used to be a panther...sort of...and I kept part of it with me even though I'm in a human form now."

I nodded, sitting down next to him. I took a deep breath and gently took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, but didn't move away.

"I'm comforting you, shut up." I sighed. "Listen, Grimmjow, what you're feeling isn't sickness. Not really. It's an emotion. Called, um, love."

He nodded. "I thought it might be." he sounded almost annoyed.

"Sorry."

"What for?" he questioned, a blue eyebrow raised.

The corner of my mouth twitched. "Your panther picked a shitty person to love."

He made a tsking sound. "My panther didn't pick you...I did. I guess." he looked away from me, squeezing my hand in his. Carefully, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "All this is girly as hell."

I laughed and teased him, "Then why are you doing it? I thought you were a manly man." I stuck my tongue out at him.

He shrugged. "It kinda feels nice."

I smiled and pushed his shoulder with mine. He grinned and pushed back.

I yawned, "I'm still so tired." I started to get up to go to my room, but he stopped me.

"Hell no. If you'll sleep in the same bed as Starrk, you'll sleep in the same bed as me." he tugged me back.

"That's not how it works!" I yelped.

He snorted and picked me up off the ground, carrying me to his bed. He tossed me on and flung the sheets away, crawling in too. He pulled me under the blanket and wrapped an arm around me.

"Mine."