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Chapter Twelve:

Awkward Situations, Part Two

Well, there were three things she could do:

One, she could run back and try to grab Fuerda before Grimmjow noticed she was back.

Two, she could wait a day for him to cool off, and then run back.

Three, she could say screw Fuerda and just try to get along without it.

As three was impossible, one was suicide, she decided to take option two.

She sonido'd back to her room before she could run into more trouble, and collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and slept without a second thought.

Seren almost cried when she woke up the next morning. She really wasn't looking forward to facing Grimmjow again.

He'd probably want to kill her of course, like everyone else here.

She sighed, rolled out of bed, and dressed, all the while with the manner of her last morning alive and humming a funeral dirge.

Might as well set the mood.

She was outside Grimmjow's door, trying to get the guts to knock on the door. She felt like ice was running in her veins instead of blood, and her heart was skipping every other beat. Her hand was raised to the door, but she couldn't bring herself to knock.

She clenched her teeth and knocked, very quietly.

No answer.

She got angry and pounded on the door as hard as she could. And of course, she'd ended up punching a hole through the door, right under the one she had made the night before.

Oops. He was going to be angry about that one.

"What the hell?" She heard a familiar growl, and then the door was swung open by a familiar figure with blue hair.

He looked at her once, then slammed the door behind him.

"Hey!" Seren yelled. "Let me in, or I will really break down this whole door!" She pounded on it again. "Hey!"

The door opened again. Grimmjow grimaced, showing his sharp canines. "Why are you still here?"

"Umm… I… left something here…" Seren suddenly felt scared, regretting her outburst. She was entirely defenseless. She didn't even have her sword.

"Oh yeah. Your sword." He paused for a moment. Then he slammed the door behind him again. "Too damn bad!"

Seren shrieked and fiercely kicked the door down. "HEY! I came all the way here to get it back. You should at least give me a minute!"

"You kicked me where you should NEVER kick a guy! No, I shouldn't." He didn't even bother turning around and kept walking.

"Hey!" Seren ran after him. "Hey!"

Then she watched as he picked up her sword. He held the huge weapon easily, and then turned around.

"This is what you want, right?"

"Y-yes…" Shoot. He was probably going to break it now.

"Hmm.. Maybe I should break it?" He gripped it tighter.

"No!" Seren wailed. "Please, I'm sorry, but you were about to kill me, and you were totally asking for it!"

He grinned crazily again. "That's not good enough. I wonder what I should do to you?"

Seren's eyebrow twitched. She really wanted to kill him right now, except she'd end up being the one that was killed. There had to be a way out of this.

She strode towards him. He seemed the kind of up front guy. "Listen, give it back, and I'll do something for you. We can strike a bargain."

He considered it, looking her up and down. "I don't know. You're not exactly my type."

Seren shrieked. "You PERV, not like that!" Her face blushed wildly. "Now give Fuerda back, you ass!"

She jumped up to get it, but he simply took advantage of his superior height and waved it above her head. "Come get it, shorty!"

"I'M NOT SHORT!" She yelled, and rammed into him as hard as she could. To both of their surprise, she pushed him off his feet. She saw surprise flash across his eyes and her own, as she grabbed Fuerda from his hands and opened her mouth to scream;

Grimmjow landed on the floor with a heavy thud, and her on top of him.

She landed on his chest, right between her legs.

Well, that looked a little weird.

Her jaw dropped. Damn! Why was she ALWAYS in some strange situation with everyone?!

Grimmjow didn't even both looking surprised. "I thought I said you weren't my type."

She hissed at him and jumped off as if she'd been burned. She gripped Fuerda to her chest. "I'm LEAVING!" Then she ran away as fast as she could.

All she heard was him laughing behind her.