Chapter 26 - I'll Never Leave

Okay, so since I apparently haven't made myself clear enough on the topic previously, I'll be bringing it up here. No, sweeties, there will not be a single lemon in this story or any I have ever intended to write. So keep your pants on, okay? ^^
That said, get ready for things to go down in this chapter, guys~

I apologize for any grammar errors that I have made! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: Sorry but no. Hiro and Tite, Mashima and Kubo. Those two heroes are the ones who created Fairy Tail and Bleach, such god-like stories. I'm just borrowing them.

Ichigo looked up at the blonde Arrancar like a lost kitten would. "What…?" Was all he could reply to her declaration of the end of their battle.

She sighed lightly. "You lost control of yourself, Ichigo." She told him. As soon as she'd seen that mask of his extend the way it had, she'd been on her toes. There had been several times she'd been just about ready to charge in and stop the both of them, but then Grimmjow managed to push him back again. The final time, she could see the resignation in his body though, so she knew it had been her time to shine.

But damn it if she hadn't been scared for him every single damn time. Her heart had leaped and skipped a whole beat every time it looked like Ichigo would stab his eye out. The relief every time he'd avoided it had no doubt been obvious on her face even from a mile away.

She turned and looked down at the currently fallen Espada. Just the fact that he wasn't event trying to stand up was more than enough confirmation for her that the last blow had been a really damn bad one He'd always made sure to stand up straight in front of an opponent - never showing any weakness like he was now. He was hurt that bad.

But well, you didn't even have to know him to know that - it was obvious with all the many wounds scattered all over him. He was quite literally lying in a steadily growing pool of his own blood. There was not a single patch of his bared skin which wasn't covered in blood - both his own and Ichigo's she had to hope. The stark contrast of it to his white clothes just made it worse.

Even so, she already knew he wouldn't let her heal him in front of those two right now - his pride wouldn't allow for it.

"Which of us won, then?" Ichigo slowly asked as he struggled to sit up. Funny he even felt the need to ask when he could look right over at Grimmjow and see the outcome for himself. He wasn't without injury himself, sure, but it really couldn't be compared.

She kneeled down next to Grimmjow and gently pulled one of his arms around her neck, all while completely ignoring the would-be Shinigami.

Grimmjow groaned as she pulled him up into a sitting position. Despite that, he still had the energy to give the human a pissed glare. "None of us did, you fucking dumbass." He growled as pain no doubt washed through him. It always magnified whenever the battle would end. While Ichigo looked shocked and - once gain - confused about that, Lucy pulled Grimmjow to his feet despite the groan. She would have healed him before doing this, but he honestly wouldn't let her. "Thanks, Kitten." He somehow managed to breathe out.

She smiled lightly at him though worry gnawed at the back of her head. He definitely broke his back this time… The faster she could get some Hollow in him, the better. "No problem." She lightly replied.

Orihime appeared next to Ichigo, who had worked himself on his feet already. She looked her friend over before turning to the two Arrancar across from her. "Do you… Need any help?" She slowly asked them.

From the way her reiatsu was acting, Lucy had to guess she meant with healing. The blonde shook her head gently, making sure not to rustle the one hanging over her shoulders. "No thank you, Orihime." She smiled at the girl. That girl really didn't have a single evil bone in her. The girl looked about ready to protest, so Lucy took the word again. "We'll be fine, don't worry." She reassured the girl, using her reiatsu and magic to create a near-invisible tendril of energy to pick Grimmjow's zanpakuto up and re-sheathe it as if to prove her point. The little trick seemed to completely awe the two gingers. "Just focus on yourselves." She elaborated.

"O-okay then… If you say so." Orihime reluctantly agreed, then turned to Ichigo with a questioning look in her eyes, asking him the same question she had them. He quickly shook his head, not about to be healed in front of his opponent either.

Such a pair of stubborn donkeys they'd both been stuck with. Looked like it really would be for the best if they went their separate ways as soon as possible - she needed to get Grimmjow back to their wing already. If she didn't remember all wrong, they should still have a few Hollows in the stock near the gym as well.

Lucy turned to the two humans, who seemed to have the same idea. "You two should go to the throne room." She told them. Basically the fancy way of saying 'meeting room'. "Aizen should still be there with Gin at his side." She told them, her gaze alternating between them. "That is your goal, right?" She asked. It couldn't only have been rescuing Orihime that drove him here.

"It is." He quickly confirmed with a nod. "Thank you, we will go to him immediately." He answered, seemingly not all that surprised she'd go and rat out her own boss like that. Either he just hadn't registered what she'd just done or he was secretly a genius, who'd had this all figured out beforehand. She didn't care to figure out which at the moment.

She nodded back as well. "Just follow his reiatsu, you can't miss the room." She explained. After all, it was probably the largest one they had. "Just beware, he'll have guards, maybe even-"

"Kitten! Five o-" Grimmjow cut her off, only to be cut off himself when he was thrown into the human.

Before she even realized what she was doing, she'd whirled around and drawn her curled-up zanpakuto. It immediately clashed with another, giving her no time to even release it. She only barely managed not to be sliced in two pieces herself.

The zanpakuto she clashed with had a very distinct look about it; two crescent moons merged together at the back and sharp as a katana on the inside. And it had definitely not been aimed at the two humans; she and Grimmjow had been the targets of this blade. Maybe only Grimmjow, even.

All this put together told her clearly enough who her opponent was. "What the fuck are you doing here, Nnoitora?" She growled at him, ignoring the sounds the three behind her made.

The disgusting bastard leaned in closer, putting more pressure behind his zanpakuto, forcing her to respond in kind. He was smiling as creepily as he always had. "Oh, you know, I figured I should come over here since it looked like you guys were having so much fun." He sarcastically replied with a playful tone. It disappeared as he narrowed his eyes at her sharply. "Besides, that is no way for a Fracción to speak to their future Espada." He added.

This shit again? When would the guy get the hint? "Fuck. You." She said, clearly pronouncing each word. She would never, ever, become one of his Fracción. Never in a million years.

She could hear Grimmjow match her irritation behind her with a growl of his own. "What the fuck, Nnoitora? Get the hell out of here, you fucking cunt, and leave us the fuck alone. Or I'll come right over there and fucking kill you myself." He told the Espada, anger and a lust for fight brimming in his voice.

Nnoitora looked from her to Grimmjow, an unimpressed look growing on his face. He looked the sexta from head to toe, then clicked his tongue. "You can't even stand, weak furball. It's about time you just give up the senseless resistance." He disdainfully told the guy.

Grimmjow only growled even deeper at that, attempting to break away from the human, who was holding him up. He didn't even get to take a single step as he fell face-first into the sand, his legs caving in under him.

Nnoitora laughed loudly at the Espada, so much so he lowered his zanpakuto, not even trying to reign it in. "In that sorry state, you can't even fucking scratch the human girl over there." He loudly declared, his eyes glowing in mirth at the look of the Espada on the ground.

"Good fucking thing he has his Fracción here then, isn't it?" Lucy snarled, having slipped away to the right while the bastard of an Espada was distracted. As soon as he turned to her, he was met with a heel planted firmly into his face. "Perverted bastard." She hissed just as he was sent skidding on the white sand from the hit.

"Wha- bu- aren't you..?!" Orihime struggled, her eyes wide as she looked to the blonde in wonder. She really thought they were allies after what she'd just seen?

Lucy looked to them as if only now realizing they were still there. "This has nothing to do with you two. Get out of here already." She ordered them curtly, her irritation preventing her from being any more polite than that to the two

She didn't waste any more time on them, instead focusing on Nnoitora ahead of her. The disgusting creep was easily getting to his feet over there as if the hit had meant nothing to him whatsoever. He was still an Espada, even if he had that pathetic kind of personality. And if she remembered correctly, he had the - self-proclaimed - strongest skin and defense out of all of them.

Grimmjow groaned in an effort to turn himself around, then stopped the human girl before she could go and protest any further. "He was never targeting any of you, so just go." He growled at them, as pissed about this entire situation as she was. Maybe even more so.

Reluctantly, the two humans vanished, Ichigo grabbing Orihime and using the shunpo. Great, that was that amount less to worry about.

Nnoitora casually brushed himself off for sand. "You know, I really like women, who can put up a fight like this." He slowly told her, his dark eye meeting hers with a glint. "As long as they do what I tell them to, of course." He added, the smirk spreading on his face again.

She could only glare at him. That was how disgusted she was. She'd had many different men fawn over her looks before, but this creep took every single cake. He was simply the most disgusting, vile, nasty, revolting, foul creature she'd ever met. And so god damn persistently obsessive - especially about things he knew he couldn't have.

He continued grinning at her nonchalantly, as if what he'd just said wasn't reason enough for her to kill him right then and there. "It's about time you learn where you really belong, woman." He so rudely addressed her. "Leave that weak cripple behind you and join me, already." He so graciously offered.

She growled under her breath, her inner flames of rage flaring to life. She didn't hesitate to rush him, her fingers coated by both of her energies, elongating them to the sharpest of claws. Nnoitora grabbed her arm, turning it away from his face before she could hit him directly. But in doing that, he made sure one of her claws scraped across his cheek. Not a lot, but it drew just a thin line of blood.

He gently reached up and touched his cheek. Feeling the warm liquid on his fingertips, he pulled them back and looked at them as if he didn't know what it was. "Interesting." He simply commented. Moments later, his lecherous gaze returned to her. "As I said, I like my women feisty." He repeated himself.

She glared at him, retracting her claws on the hand he was holding and instead pushed them out on the other in the blink of an eye. Striking faster than he could follow, she buried all five of them in his left shoulder. "Take a fucking hint, you bastard!" She snarled at him, roughly pulling them out again.

He yelled out in pain, releasing her arm in the gaze of it and letting her jump back and away from him again. "You fucking bitch!" He screamed at her, his own fury lighting up in his eyes as blood spurted from the punctures and on the ground.

She narrowed her eyes at him. He'd brought this on himself from way back. She felt absolutely no regret doing this. "I will never leave Grimmjow. Not for you. Not for Aizen. Not for anybody. So don't even try it!" She yelled back at him, only barely catching Grimmjow's murmur to himself. He was surprised by her announcement, clearly.

As was Nnoitora who now glared right back at her, clutching his shoulder. "If that's the game you wanna play…" He trailed off, his insane amounts of reiatsu rolling around in preparation in him. He gripped his zanpakuto harshly. "Then let's play it!" He yelled, charging right at her.

She jumped just in time to land on the wide zanpakuto rather than being cut by it. When he fanned the weapon upwards in an attempt to throw her off, she used the momentum of it to propel her up in the air again.

She turned around so she was upside-down, her two energies gathered and charged at the back of her mouth. Nnoitora looked up just in time to realize what was going to happen. "Regulus' Cero!" She chanted as the golden-orange ray flew out of her mouth and right at the Espada.

When she nimbly landed on the ground again on her feet, she looked up to see Nnoitora with his arms crossed in front of his face, his previously long-sleeved coat now with torn, shorter sleeves, revealing the freshly injured skin underneath. Blood was already coming forth slowly.

She grimaced. Damn it! He'd managed to block it after all. Well, but some damage was still better than none if it had to be this way.

He lowered his arms, looking like the hit really didn't bother him much. The fact she had been able to land it, though… That looked like it bothered him to no end.

He gritted his teeth as he glared at her. "Even though you're a woman, you're surprisingly strong, aren't you?" He rhetorically asked her, his regeneration already taking care of the wounds.

She clenched her jaw and glared right back at him at his clear disrespect of her gender. She didn't bite on to his bait though, letting it pass by without a comment. "That's because I've got the best trainer out there." She snarled. His underestimating her was only an advantage, even if it was so fucking annoying to be subject to every time.

That said he bit straight into her bait and very obviously got pissed off by that declaration of hers. Without a word spoken, he raised his crescent moon-shaped zanpakuto and swung it at her.

She immediately raised her arm, covering it in a thick layer of a mixture of both energies. The almost transparent, maybe slightly golden shield soon clashed with the strangely shaped zanpakuto. She didn't need any longer than a second to realize she wouldn't be able to keep this up for even a single minute.

Which meant she had to put an end to this as fast as she possibly could. And she knew just how.

"Rokureichi, data on Nnoitora." She hurriedly ordered the little bug, which had been hiding in her pocket all this time. She watched as it zapped right up and to the Espada's neck, where it bit into him to gather the information.

Nnoitora yelled and jumped back, rubbing his neck as the little thing quickly returned to her. "What the hell was that?!" He loudly asked her.

She ignored for a moment as it delivered all the information it carried to her with another little bite. Everything right from how big his toe-nails were to his power-levels in his Resurreción form transferred vividly into her head. Yeah, she definitely stood no chance if he decided to take her seriously.

Which made this the only solution. She smirked lightly at him, holding the bug up a little. "Looks like someone should've paid a little more attention back at the meeting." She said almost amusedly.

She watched with an even wider smirk as his eye widened in realization. "No… Don't you even dare think about that, woman." He slowly hissed at her.

She maintained eye-contact with him as she spoke to the bug. "Rokureichi." She started out.

"NO!" He yelled, charging at her in blind rage.

"Send his information to power control." She managed to say a fraction of a second before he Espada crushed the thing in his bare palm.

For a moment, there was completely silent. Even the sound of their baited breathing was non-existent.

The smirk spread even wider on her face as she felt out his reiatsu. "Looks like you were too late, sweetie." She patronizingly teased him, hearing the familiar laugh of Grimmjow's behind her.

Nnoitora growled, holding up his hands in front of him, staring at them as if that would bring his reiatsu back.

Unfortunately for him, the only thing which'd do that was if he stepped out of the 1 kilometer radius the devices had - which'd bring him far away from Las Noches. Even if he shot a Cero or the like at them from out there, it would be neutralized as soon as it came within that radius.

She nonchalantly turned her back to him, walking towards Grimmjow instead. It was about high time they got some Hollows in him already. "Just leave, Nnoitora. There's nothing more for you to do here." She told him.

"You fucking bitch…!" He snarled at her, charging her once again with the gigantic blades. She barely turned and simply stopped him with only the tip of her index-finger. "Wha…?!" Was all he could blurt out.

She looked at him over her shoulder. Did he really not understand what the loss of his reiatsu meant for him in this situation? "Right now, you're about as strong as a newborn baby. You can't even scratch me with this dull blade of yours." She explained.

Grimmjow laughed again. "Even I could beat you right now, fucker." He elaborated, just to piss the guy off properly. "Just fuck off or you'll lose your worthless fucking life too." He then warned the guy as she dropped her un-scratched finger.

He tisked and glared at the both of them. "The next time I see your damn faces, you'll both die. Just you wait. You're gonna pay for this." He grounded out, turning around and taking his very slow leave, trying to retain any dignity he had left. Not that a person who'd attack an injured person had any to begin with.

"You're welcome to try, fucker!" Grimmjow called out to him, clearly high on this little victory of theirs.

She smiled and shook her head at him. She couldn't deny that she could relate with those feelings though - she was as relieved as he was that things had ended so easily this time around.

He looked to her with a grin. "Well, damn, Kitten. You sure showed his ass." He said, clearly enjoying it all. Much more than her, even.

She shrugged lightly. She didn't win that little scuffle, per se, she just postponed it. She had no doubts he'd be back with a vengeance at some point in time. But they'd be ready for him when that time came.

She crouched down and hauled him to his feet again. "Come on, let's get you something to eat." She murmured, getting a single nod of approval from him before she sonido'ed straight to their wing. She gently placed him on their bed. Though he tried to hide it, his wince of pain didn't go unnoticed by her. "Just wait here a moment." She told him, already exiting the room.

"Like I can really do anything else." She heard him sarcastically reply. Well, if he was fresh enough to talk shit, then it wasn't a life-threatening situation he was in, at least.

She quickly went to their little storage in the far right corner of their gym. The Hollows had been locked in there for a few days, so they weren't exactly fresh. But they were better than nothing right now.

Picking a random one, she wasted no time in slitting its throat before it could even begin to resist. She grabbed one of the horns protruding from its mask. Since they didn't have as much space here as they did in the main stock, they only had Adjuchas which were small in size. That way they could also fit through the doors in their wing easily.

Se dragged the dying Hollow after her through the wing without batting an eye. Hopefully one would be enough for the Espada to get back on his feet again, even if they were hardly the strongest of Adjuchas out there. He could eat more if he wanted from there by himself.

She dropped the lifeless creature on the bed next to the blue-haired Arrancar lying there. He wasted absolutely no time, his eyes shining with hunger as he bit into it. He was basically inhaling it at the speed he was eating it, despite being in the awkward position of lying flat on his back.

She sat down by him, watching as all of his external wounds and cuts instantly healed up, even the deeper ones. Those weren't the ones she'd been worried about though - she was more so worried about the internal ones.

As she had done earlier that very same day, she called her reiatsu out, using it to both check on and heal him however she could.

She grimaced lightly - she'd been right. Grimmjow hadn't escaped that last hit without a broken back. And it was a nasty one at that; broken at several places.

But even as bad as it was, that too was touched by the effects of his high-speed regeneration. As long as he stayed like this - lying down with his back stretched out - he should heal up just fine in a couple of minutes. Regeneration, though powerful, wasn't perfect.

Grimmjow devoured the last of the Hollow she'd brought him and sighed contentedly. "Damn, that hit the fucking spot." He said with a satisfied smile, and began making the first movements to sit up.

Groaning in her mind at his 'awesome' timing, she put a firm hand on his chest and shook her head. "You can't sit up just yet, Grim." She told him, pushing him down in the soft covers again.

He frowned as he looked up at her, but made no actual move to go against her order. "And why's that, exactly?" He asked her.

She looked at him pointedly. "Well, you know I figured you wanted your back healed properly rather than being disfigured the rest of your life." She told him, a brow raised for emphasis.

"Oh…" He muttered. She could feel him falling back and relaxing under her palm.

She smiled lightly at how readily he did as she told him to, simply waiting for it to fix itself. Though she had no doubts it'd do just fine by itself, she decided she might as well speed up the process herself as much as she could.

Lighting her palms up with reiatsu again, she focused on helping the regeneration heal him all up. It still took a lot of concentration for her to do it - she couldn't really talk or even let her mind drift too far off as she did this.

Despite that, she could feel his gaze locked on her face, never flickering even for a moment.

Though she kind of wanted to, she forced herself to give what she was doing her undivided attention rather than looking up to see what kind of expression he was wearing right at that moment.

She took a deep breath, shaking herself out of her weird thoughts. He was probably just spacing out - not that that happened for him often.

In only a short amount of time, she could already feel that the regeneration had done its wonders on him. He was all healed up now, thankfully. That didn't mean he could go and head to battle right this moment of course - he was still depleted of reiryoku. Eating a Hollow certainly helped, but he was still low on it. The little stock they had would never fill him up. Only time could do that.

Well, but it also looked like they'd be getting a moment of peace, so it didn't really matter right now.

She leaned back as she removed her hands from where they'd been hovering above his chest. "There… That should be it." She lowly said, finally meeting his sky-blue eyes. "How do you feel?" She gently asked him. The silence in the room right now was weird. Not awkward or bad - neither good exactly - it was just weird. And she wasn't sure if it was right of her to break it just like that.

Grimmjow stared at her for a moment longer, before he somehow shook whatever trance he'd been in off of him. He immediately sat up, as if flustered, and turned his attention his arms, which he was moving around as if testing them. "Yeah, I feel-" He turned his head to her, the two of them now nose-to-nose. "… Great." He slowly whispered, his warm breath gently caressing her cheek.

She was rendered speechless at the sudden close proximity. "That's… Good." She somehow managed to mutter through the haze in her head.

This felt different. They'd been close like this before - closer even. Heck, they even slept in that tiny bed of theirs together every night. But somehow, something was completely different about it now.

She felt helpless; lost. She didn't know at all what to do or say, even if she could. But the look in his eyes kept her from doing anything. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen in him before.

Slowly, tryingly, he reached out to her. She sat completely still as his warm hand gently stroke her cheek. He paused when his fingers lightly dug into her blonde hair. His eyes moved back to hers once again, staring at her as if he was seeing something new.

She barely breathed as he leaned in close. Her eyes fluttered shut even before she felt the gentle warmth of him touch her lips.

He didn't know what part of him had driven him to do his, but not a single one of them were the slightest bit against it.

Going purely by instinct, he slowly moved his lips against her soft ones. She responded in kind, tilting her head lightly for him and placing one of her small hands on his collarbone, gripping it lightly.

She was warm and tasted incredibly sweet. Usually, that wasn't his thing, but this kind of sweet… It was definitely his thing.

Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her again, his hand sliding down to the back of her neck.

The way she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him in the silver moonlight had him speechless. He had never seen her blush before, but there was no doubt that was what was happening right now. The pale lightly only made it all the more clear.

Despite that, she took him by surprise when she quickly leaned in and captured his lips with her own. She only let it last a short moment, instead pulling away to rest her forehead against his, giving him a meaningful look.

His body understood the invitation she was extending to him and immediately crushed her flush up against him, picking up where she had so suddenly left off.

The tiny moan that escape her made something snap in him. As if something that had been held back for far too long was finally released, he circled an arm around her waist and flipped her around. Without ever breaking the kiss, he pushed her down in the bed, using his own body to trap her in place.

He almost shivered when he felt her run her fingers down his chest and torso. The touch was light, but made wherever she'd left a trail burn comfortably.

The sensation made him want her to feel the same way. He let the hand, which had been resting at her neck slowly trail down to her shoulders and further down past her waist.

He felt her slide a hand back and around his broad back, trying to pull him down to her even as she arched her own back to reach him. He fell down as she requested, pressing his chest to hers, though he made sure not to crush her under his weight.

As if to thank him, she tilted her head even further, allowing for him to deepen their kiss. Absolutely nothing could prevent him from doing just that either. As he was about to, though, he felt a strange, light touch playfully striding across his teeth.

Was that… her tongue? He didn't spend any more time wondering about it, as he also opened his mouth to let himself explore a little - just as she was. His collided with hers almost instantly, but neither let that stop them. They let their tongues dance around, exploring each other.

And they continued until their lungs were completely empty of air and they were forced to cut it off, leaving the both of them panting.

Thinking back, he realized this was something that had been building up in him for a hell of a long time. It was no wonder he couldn't stop touching her now.

Even though so fucking much had happened this day, she'd stayed strong throughout it all. Through all the meetings with that bastard Shinigami, where he dropped the bomb that he knew about her, right to going to her world. Even as she reunited with all those fairies, she'd remained strong. Thinking about those guys before herself, not letting them know of and suffer from the truth of what she'd done. Even if that'd have been easier on herself.

She'd fucking faced that bastard Shinigami head-on and made sure they got one of the good positions in this place. She'd made sure the damn human didn't die, just so he could end their battle. And then she'd even gone and saved his damn life when it flashed right before his eyes. Twice, actually. She pushed his weak ass away just so she could face that disgusting freak herself. And she'd beat that creepy ass so thoroughly he would never recover from it again.

If that creepy bastard had been seeing this in her the entire time, it was no surprise he'd been so damn obsessive about her.

Grimmjow growled lightly under his breath at the thought, trailing small kisses down her neck and shoulder. "I hope what you told that creepy asshole was a promise." He told her, watching with a sense of pride as she enjoyed his touched with her eyes closed. They lazily opened, looking up at him through her lashes curiously. He moved his face to hover above hers when he realized she wouldn't be saying anything. "Because I'm never letting you go now, my little Kitten." He warned her with a lopsided smirk.

She smiled softly at him, her hands siding up to lock behind his neck. He let her roll them over, now with her on top and straddling him by the hips. She leaned down and bumped her forehead to his, their noses gently gracing each other.

She smiled even brighter, her warmth easily transferring to him. "Good, because I'll never leave you." She told him with a soft voice.

She went down to kiss him again. Hers was nothing like the one before; it was slow and filled to the brim with her feelings. She conveyed them all perfectly as she ran her fingers over the hard remnant on his jaw and up into his hair, while the other rested on his chest and steadied her.

Accepting her pace with this, he gently caressed her thigh as his other hand slowly stroke down the length of her back. He followed the remnant covering her spine, letting his fingers trail over every little bump in it.

He'd reached about halfway when she suddenly shivered at his otherwise feathery touch, forced to pull away from the kiss. She looked at him almost apologetically. "Sorry… A soft spot, I think." She whispered, seemingly kind of shy about it.

He grinned and placed his hand flat on her back. "Oh? Is it now?" He simply asked her teasingly, starting to draw circles on this 'soft spot' of hers.

She literally trembled at his touch, yet curled up so that he could continue doing it, resting her head on his chest. He wouldn't even be surprised if she started purring - she acted just like a little kitten being scratched just the right place. It was pretty damn adorable.

And all his.

She breathed out a satisfied sigh, relaxing completely on top of him. He couldn't prevent a little smile from rising to his face at the sight of it. He really wouldn't mind if this moment never ended.

But obviously, that was not how it was going to be.

His eyes caught something, which wasn't usually there on their little nightstand. He reached out and took it with his unoccupied hand to see what it was. It barely took him any longer than a short moment to realize what that shit was - other than the end of this moment.

"Kitten, you'd really want to take a look at this shit." He told her, holding the little slip of paper out so they could both see it.

She first looked to him with a confused hum, then turned to the paper he was holding out, reading it with him. Grimmjow could even hear the snake himself say it in his head.

'Are ya really sure Aizen's goin' ta Earth?'

Oooo~ How I love cliffies~
I'd actually planned to leave it off just as it shifted to Grim's point of view, but figured I should keep that all together - besides, I still got my cliffhanger (though the other one would've definitely been meaner - aren't I nice?)

Ah yes, and then we saw a surprisingly sweet side of Grim this time around. Even I didn't expect him to be like that - it just happened. Aka I just 'went with the flow'. Originally, I planned for him to just… Straight up push her into the bed. But he had other plans, apparently. What can you do?
Hope the scene was satisfactory for you all though! And yeah, as I said at the top. There will be no lemons, so there's no reason for you all to be disappointed, m'kay?

Of course, we also saw Lucy absolutely flaunt her baddassery as well, kicking Nnoitora's ass to oblivion. Though, she didn't really fight. Which, to me, just makes it even more badass.

And, well, we have a certain person's little message at the end. Hope it's not too hard to figure out who it's from and what it's about, though~

Anywho, thanks a BUNCH to all of you! Thank you so much for reading, following, favoriting and definitely commenting! Love ya to pieces!

~Line464d