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Chapter Twenty-Five - Akatsuki (Non-Naruto Related)

"At the end of the destination, what can we see? The story of growing brilliance
I'm linked with dreams in my left hand and you in my right
I want to shine like the daybreak, the story of growing brilliance
The precious light is in my hand."

-Akatsuki by Alice Nine-

Midori wrung her hands as she walked towards where Ulquiorra was helping with the training exercises. He was on break, sipping water with his kimono hanging open a little to reveal that smooth, white chest. She could've drooled.

Midori gulped as she approached him.

"Midori?" Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow at her. "Have you been to see Shinihime-taichou?"

"Yes, Ulquiorra-sama." Midori nodded shyly. "She instructed me to speak with you. Can we go somewhere private?"

Okay, so she'd partially chickened out and told him that Sai had said to talk with him. And technically she did.

"Yes." Ulquiorra nodded curtly, walking over into the woods.

They walked for three minutes until they were completely surrounded by forest and far out of ear-shot.

"Ulquiorra-sama..." Midori muttered as he leaned against a nearby tree with his hands in his hakama.

Yet again, she had to calm her breathing at the sexiness of him.

"I need to speak with you about..." She choked. "Shinihime-taichou requested that I inform you about the upcoming mission to the living world."

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow. "I was already informed, Midori."

She winced. "I...um...know that. But orders are orders..."

Ulquiorra sighed, shaking his head. "Okay. I should get back to training..."

He turned away walking towards the clearing.

Midori gulped as she saw him walking away. She was going to tell him, she really was...but...he was just so damn intimidating. What kind of Arrancar was she? Chickening out from telling a man her feelings? It was disgraceful.

Surely she had more spine than that...

Midori locked her teeth.

"I can do this." She whispered to herself as Ulquiorra broke into the clearing.

She ran after him, flashstepping in front of her as he looked at her with that same stoic expression.

"Mido-"

She crushed her lips to his, pushing him against a nearby tree as the other Shinigami watched. She held his arms in her inpenitrable grasp, a determined woman on a mission. But it seemed easy to get him to give in...

His hands that were once balled into fists in his sides, were now softly holding her waist. He tilted his head as his tounge slowly slipped past her lips.

She felt a tear streak down her cheek when his tongue touched hers. She sighed in relief against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his dark hair.

There were hoots and cat-calls from all around.

Mikoi felt a slow smile appear on her lips as she watched them. She giggled a little when Ulquiorra actually swept her up off her feet.

That giggle cost her the steadiness. She felt a wave of nausea come over her and she ran to the bushes, losing her lunch.

God, I hope this flu goes away soon.

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Sai tapped a finger on her chin, smirking as Grimmjow stood in front of her. So she had taken care of little Midori's problem, time to take care of Oko's. She had cleverly devised her plan, so cleverly that Grimmjow knew nothing as he stood there with his hands in his pockets and staring at the ground.

"So, Grimmjow." Sai said whistfully, making Kira hold back a snicker at his desk. "Since you're new, I've decided to provide you with an escort."

"What?" Grimmjow demanded groggily. "I already know my way around fine."

"Ah, well, I've also heard that you have an itch to start fights." Sai pointed out. "And I am fully prepared to repremand you for that, but I decided to be nice. I have a feeling this young lady knows exactly how to handle you."

"Huh?" Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"Francesca?" Sai called. "You can come in now!"

The door opened and a girl with dark hair walked in. She wore her uniform different than a lot of other Shinigami. Her hakama only went to just above her knees and here kimono was sleeve-less. She wore fingerless black gloves on her hands and her Zanpaktou tucked carefully into her obi. Grimmjow couldn't help but notice that her chest was a few sizes larger than the normal Japanese girl, and she was a little buff.

"Grimmjow, this is Francesca, your escort." Sai smiled at Francesca and the girl blushed.

"Hello." Francesca avoided eye contact with Grimmjow.

"Hi." Grimmjow scoffed, looking back at Sai. "What's the meaning of this? I don't need a babysitter."

"Don't question me, Grimmjow." Sai demanded coldly. "She stays with you at all times. When I say all times, I mean that this girl lives with you. The only place she doesn't follow you is into your shower, then again, that choice is up to you. Francesca here, is more than willing to stop you if you need stopping. She's fully capable, and I really don't think she's afraid to do it, are you Francesca?"

Fancesca shook her head sharply.

"Good..." Sai's smirk was back in place. "You're both dismissed."

Grimmjow stormed out of the room, Francesca hurrying out after him.

He stomped in the general direction of the barracks.

"Where are we going?" Francesca asked.

Grimmjow growled, flashstepping away. He thought he'd lost her until she was suddenly in front of him, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot.

"You're not that lucky." She said.

He narrowed his eyes. "Go. Away."
"Nope." She stood up straight.

He glowered at her, and then turned on his heel.

"You going to tell me where we're going?" She asked again.

He hissed, almost like a cat. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

"Whatever you say." She shrugged.

He lead her into his quarters, attempting to slam the door in her face, but she was inside before he got the chance. She stood there for a moment, shaking her head at the interior.

"Why do you have a ball of yarn?" She asked, picking up the half-unwound ball off the ground.

He snatched it away from her. "No touch."

She sighed as he walked towards the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower." He grumbled. "And, no, you can't join."

She snickered as he slammed the door.

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When Grimmjow got out of the bathroom, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping out of his hair and covering his chest and biceps. It was all Francesca could do not to drool.

He glared at her as she looked him over. "What?"

"Nothin'." She shrugged with a sigh, turning around. "Get dressed. I won't peek."

He hissed again.

She suddenly found herself with her back to the wall and Grimmjow's hand on her shoulders with his face dangerously close to hers. She could feel like frosty cold breath on her cheeks and lips as her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Get of-" She was cut off when his hand covered her mouth.

"I really don't like you." Grimmjow growled.

She pushed his hand away. "Sorry."

He dropped his head low to wear she could smell the sweet scent of his shampoo.

"You..." He muttered.

And then he was halfway across the room.

Francesca squeaked before covering her eyes as he dropped the towel. She couldn't help but peek out at his cute little butt before giggling and turning around.

"You give Frisky's a whole new meaning." She snickered.

He threw the towel and it landed on her head.

She laughed, surprised to hear him laughing, too. She could get used to this.

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