Gingerbread

Waking up in the morning and not really remembering what happened during the night is not the best way to wake up. Especially when you wake with your face right against a bare chest.

On survival impulse I kick the person hard enough that they went flying out of my bed.

And into the wall.

"Shit, I didn't mean for that." I sat up, not really all that concerned with the persons current state.

The Sexta just glared up at me from his upside down position on the floor; his torso bare and sleep pants riding low enough that his boxers were showing. "…..Your lucky I was expecting something like this."

If he was expecting this why did he insist on sleeping with me to begin with?

I rubbed at my eyes trying to wake up and found that while I was asleep my buttoned up sleep shirt had come undone at the top so that the neck opening was slipping off my shoulder; something the Sexta had noticed and was staring at without shame.

"Horny bastard."

"Hey if you show it I'm gonna look at it." Grimmjow righted himself; I was pleased to see that he had winced slightly while doing so. "Anyway, isnt' it too early to wake up?"

I did had awoken earlier the usual but I blame it on the fact that the Sexta had forced me to wake up but as an espada it should be expected of me. "…I'm getting up."

"Well I'm not," Grimmjow stood and fell on top of the bed without care that it was my bed.

It was too early for me to deal with this. Grabbing my uniform I changed in my bathroom and upon reentering my room, fully changed, the Sexta was sleeping again.

"Lazy bastard."

I left him in my room as I headed to the dining area; I haven't eaten real food in over twelve hours. Though it was early I found the Tercera was also in the dining area with one of her own fracción, the dark skinned one, both were having tea with a tray of something between them.

"Morning," I was being polite and earned a head nod from both females. Though technically the lower arrancar should have given me a more formal greeting I didn't bring it up. "Is the water still warm?"

"It should be." Halibel commented around the rim of her own tea cup.

I made up my cup and as I waited for it to brew I took a closer look at the tray on the table where there was brown cut out objects, more than likely a type of food, that was shaped in nothing I had ever seen before.

"Halibel."

"What Cuarto?"

"Why are these brown things shaped in the form of pitiful humans?" Since I was ranked lower than the Tercera I didn't mind her acknowledging me by my rank.

"Don't know but I think Stark brought it back after his turn trailing. Mila Rose likes them well enough; says their like cookies." The fracción nodded in agreement.

Going on the word of a fracción wasn't something I would call reliable but the spicy scent was something I was curious about. I grabbed two, one for myself and the other for Grimmjow as a kind of sorry-for-kicking-you-into-the-wall thing.

On the walk back to my room, cookies and tea in hand, I bit the head off one and was pleased that it didn't' taste anything near as disgusting as either the cocoa or cider; but not nearly as good as peppermint.

As expected Grimmjow was where I had left him and though I wasn't pleased to find him there a, very, very tiny part of me, was not unhappy that he hadn't moved to his own room.

"Grimmjow," I didn't even earn myself a grunt in acknowledgement. A few steps closer to the bed now I tried again and was slightly successful in receiving a form of acknowledging noise. "I brought you something."

"Another pie?"

"…"

"Fine what is it?" The Sexta rolled over so he could see me over the top of my blankets.

I'll need to wash my sheets after this.

Holding up the cookie I was amused that Grimmjow looked interested in the thing. "I'm not sure what it is." I tossed the thing towards the Sexta, a second later I remembered that this was my room and I'd be left with the mess, but he caught it.

As I watched him sniff the thing to see what it was I took the arm off my own cookie human.

Grimmjow stood up, which I was glad about because I wasn't fond of the thought of crumbs in my bed, and walked a bit towards me with his cookie held up. "So how do I eat this exactly?"

"Well I believe you put a part in your mouth and bit down." I bit off a leg this time and receive more then I bargained for as part of its body came off with the leg; great and I don't have a free hand thanks to my tea.

The problem was quickly handled by Grimmjow as he figured out how to eat the human shaped food.

By biting into the too large piece hanging from my mouth.

"Hmm, that is kinda good. Anyway I need to go freshen up before we head out again so see you later," After that the Sexta left my room; no shame in the fact that he was topless.

I sucked in the rest of the cookie still hanging from my mouth in and glared at the now closed door before me. The feeling that I had gotten from the kiss at the café reeled its ugly head again and I tried my best to stomp the feeling out.

I am a loner. A hermit. Asexual.

I had feelings for no one.

I am the embodiment of emptiness.

Emptiness and Destruction will never mix.

Ulquiorra just give in already!