DISCLAIMER: All rights to original Bleach characters/story belong to Tite Kubo

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Saya's P.O.V.

You woke up on Ichigo's shoulder, the movie was still going but Grimmjow and Kisuke were gone.

"Aw, dang.." you mumbled, and wiped the drool off your chin, trying your best to get it off Ichigo's shirt. Oh well, hopefully it'll dry before he wakes up.

You got up and left the snoring strawberry until you found Grimmjow and Kisuke talking together in low voices. Kisuke had a happy grin on his face: Never a good sign.

"What the hell are you plotting?" your eyes shifted suspiciously back and forth from them.

"Oh! Hey Saya!" Kisuke said, cheerfully patting you on the shoulder, "Nice to see you're up!" Then he turned back to Grimmjow. "Let me know how it goes!" he waved.

"Hang on Kisuke," you called to him.

"Hmmmmm?" Kisuke peaked behind his fan, behind the door frame.

"Did you take care of Rukia and Renji like I suggested?"

Kisuske grinned evilly, and bowed, tucking his fan under his arm.

"Consider them both a memory. Good luck Grimmjow!"

Grimmjow nodded as he cracked his knuckles, looking rather energized.

"Good luck with what?" you questioned him and he just smirked at you. "Grimmjow," you warned.

"Nothing Muffin," he took you in his arms and you stubbornly let him give you a peck on the lips. "I'm just going to run a few errands, see if I can dig up anything we might be able to use against Aizen," his electrifying blue orbs locked on to your eyes. "And you, are going to stay here."

"Nope," you stared right back.

"Saya, we've had this conversation before."

"And last time, I consented to let you have your way—"

"—By making me watch that shitty soap opera?—"

"—But not this time," you folded your arms across your chest, shaking your head. "And I know you're going to be doing more than just 'running errands' and doing research. So if you're going to storm Aizen's evil lair, I'm going with you."

"Tch," Grimmjow growled to himself, he looked like he was about to throw a male-pride, must-protect-woman tantrum.

SO you walked out.

"Hey! Saya!"

You ran past a room you had mentally made note to check earlier, the room where Grimmjow had stashed all his stuff.

Heck Yeah!

You snatched two katana swords and slung them on your back. How fortunate that he had my preferred choice of weaponry! And then you grabbed a few shuriken and kunai, stuffing them into different pockets.

You had your hoodie on, so next you snatched up your bag and were ready to move out, you knew Grimmjow would be right behind you.

You left the shop, barely hearing Grimmjow's solid footsteps echoing after you, yelling at Kisuske demanding if you had passed through.

You took off into a run, no way you were going to drive to the Weapons Facility. It was a good thing you had always been observant (nosy) when you were younger, and every time He would leave out documents and folders from work, you had looked them over. So from blueprints you had seen, you had a pretty good idea of the interior of the building, and where the head-honchos office was.

But.. am I just going to go in there and?…hmmm. You really hadn't thought this out.

I suppose I could always pull a Kenny and run in there and slash everything until I found my way to the Asshole. Well..both Assholes.

You had almost forgotten that He was still alive. And even though you knew it was probably wrong, you would kill that wretched bastard.

And..yea, I suppose for the good of mankind I should kill Aizen too..hmmm..but, killing two peole though?…Then you remembered everything Ichigo had gone through when his mother died.

That CHEAP LYING NO GOOD ROTTEN, 4-FLUSHING LOW-LIFE SNAKE-LICKING DIRT EATING IMBREED OVER-STUFFED*takes a breath* IGNORANT BLOOD-#$% #$-SUCKING DOG-KISSING BRAINLESS-DICKLESS-HOPELESS*another breath*HEARTLESS-FATASS'ed BUG-EYED STIFF-LEGG'ed WORM-HEADED SACK OF MONKEY SHIT— HE'S DEAD! (A/N: this insult is from Christmas Vacation incase anyone is interested. MUWHAHA!)

You we about half way there and you slowed your pace, just to catch your breath for a bit. Actually you were hacking up your lungs and if you hadn't stopped you just might have bottomed out.

"GAAAwd..*coughcoughHAcKCouGhSNEEZE* I hate running…" You rested your palms on your knees, when you noticed something on your shirt. You blinked at it. It was so shiiiiny.

A Team Edward pin? WHAT THE—Then it felt like you had been hit by a god damn semi-truck.

SWEET BABY TURTLES THAT HURT!

Someone tackled you from the side hard into the ground, but your cat-like reflexes didn't fail you. You had drawn your sword and pinned the attacker beneath you, holding the blade to their throat.

"GRimMjOW whAt the hELL!" you swore at the grinning Smurf.

"You think I was gonna let you off easy after running away like that?"

"Well for all your muscle power, who still ended up on top?" you stated back, but he only snickered.

"Can't say I mind," a wolfish grin played on his lips and he looked at you suggestively as you felt his fingers tracing up your thighs. You blushed madly and pressed the blade closer.

"I swear I will slit your throat for that Grimmjow!"

"Wouldn't that be a sight."

You froze and you saw Grimmjow's expression match yours as you both looked for the owner of the voice, already knowing who it was.

Several figures emerged, including the First Class Phillip Asshole himself, Sousuke Aizen (A/N: in case you guys didn't catch it, the first class asshole thing is from SpaceBalls ^_^).

You sprung off of Grimmjow and drew your second sword.

DEFENSIVE POSITION!

The sound of guns being cocked and loaded surrounded you and you saw all of Aizen's cronies had their weapons on you.

Son-of-a-bleeding-midget…. and I don't mean Rukia!

"I would advise you to drop your weapons Saya," Aizen said smoothly, "unless you would like to experience a bullet penetrating your skull."

Grimmjow stood up angrily and half the guns pointed on him.

You cursed to yourself and dropped the shiny blades, two henchmen came up behind you and you heard the click of handcuffs. Four men then approached Grimmjow.

"Search her," Aizen ordered, and two other men went to pat you down.

"Don't f*ckin touch her," Grimmjow growled.

Aizen raised an eyebrow.

"Well, well, well," his brown eyes glowered at Grimmjow, "If I'm not mistaken, I would say you actually do have a soft spot for her, Grimmjow."

Shit. You had forgotten about the act that you and Grimmjow had been playing in front of Aizen. You had to think fast and cover for Grimmjow's slip up.

"The important thing is, you've finally caught the stupid idiot," you said to Aizen, giving Grimmjow the cold shoulder. "Which means you don't need me for anything, so you can let me go."

Aizen chuckled.

"My dear Saya, putting a stop to Grimmjow is not the only thing I can use you for." His calm expression made you want to punch him. "You are far too special for me to simply let you walk away."

Wow. He bought it! I am such an amazing actress…or would I be a liar? Whichever- I'm a genius at it.

"You mean she's got too much of your precious Hōgyoku Solvent in her system," Grimmjow said with a smart-assed look on his face. "Only it hasn't manifested yet, right?"

Hōgyoku? Manifest? PrEciOuS?!

"I'm impressed that you know so much Grimmjow," Aizen's eyes darkened, "Unfortunately for you however, you are… disposable."

The men shoved Grimmjow to his knees, and pointed the gun right in his face. Your chest tightened and your heart stopped.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Grimmjow laughed wickedly, looking death right in the face. "Be my guest Aizen, the location can die with me, since there's no way in hell you would ever grow the balls to confront Urahara yourself! " his sharp canines gleamed boldly.

"Hold," Aizen raised his hand lightly, as the gunman prepared to fire. Aizen was studying Grimmjow, his serene face seeming more serious than normal.

"Hehah!," Grimmjow cackled, "What are you waiting for?" he roared at the brawny henchman and pressed his forehead against the gun. "DO IT!"

IS HE F*CKING INSANE?!

"How did you come by this information on the Hōgyoku Solvent?" Aizen asked calmly.

"I'm sure you've already figured that out. And from what Urahara told me I don't even know the half of it," Grimmjow grinned. "But I'll be rotting in my grave before I f*ckin spill my guts out to you, you f*ckin bastard!"

"Hmm," Aizen inclined his head, acknowledging Grimmjow's statement. Then his eyes fell on you. "We shall see." Aizen nodded and the next thing you knew there was a harsh pang right on the nerve between your shoulder and neck. The last thing you saw was Grimmjow getting beat over the head—then everything went black.

….…

Grimmjow's P.O.V.

F*ckin hell… (A/N: I swear, it sickens me how much I imagine Grimmjow saying the 'f' word.)

You woke up to a sharp twinge in your head and immediately remembered the situation. You jumped, only to find yourself tied to a chair.

Saya.

Panic began to overwhelm your usually cold nerves as you took in the room around you. You realized it was an interrogation room; only, you were on the wrong side of the glass. You were on the side where cops would usually watch from when they brought someone in. But the actual interrogation room was pitch-black. You wondered if now would be the right time to test out the effects of the Hōgyoku Solvent Urahara had let you take before you left.

"Now that you've decided to join us," that motherf*cking voice said from behind you, "I suppose we can begin."

Aizen and his new butt-buddy, Ulquiorra, sat in the chairs close to you. A third man—

"GIN?!"

THAT SON-OF-A-FOX-FACED- "ARE YOU F*CKING SHITTING ME?!"

A pair of squinty eyed smiled back at you.

"No need to be sooo rude Grimmjow. We are friends after all, aren't we?" His smile spread wider across his stupid face.

"F*ckin BASTARD—" then you noticed a 4th butt-monkey. "I F*CKING KNEW IT!" you snarled in exclamation at the handicapped ass-wipe.

"At the level of your intelligence, I highly doubt you could have known," Tousen replied coldly.

I KNEW he was out to get me! I f*ckin told you Saya!

"Enough Kaname, Grimmjow," Aizen held up his hand.

"Yes, Sir," Tousen bowed. Gin's smug smirk softened, but his face kept mocking you.

"Tell me Grimmjow," Aizen's slimy voice addressed you, "How long have you been working with Kisuke Urahara?"

"How long is it going to take for you to come to terms with yourself and finally come out of the closest?"

Aizen's face stiffened, then he sighed.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." He motioned to Ulquiorra who flipped a switch and the light in the interrogation room went on, revealing a side view of Saya in hands cuffs, sitting in a chair at a steal table. She had squinted her eyes in distaste at the sudden brightness.

You glared at Aizen, this situation was not boding well.

At least she looks alright, you noted that except for a bloody lip, she didn't have any serious injures…yet.

"I will ask you again Grimmjow, to tell me all that you know about Kisuke and the Hōgyoku." Aizen's eyes were dead on you, waiting.

You were screwed. You knew the information Urahara had told you was top secret, not that he had told you that much. But Saya was in danger.

It doesn't matter if I tell him. Still, you hated having it on your chest that because of you she would get hurt. God F*cking Dammit! You fought with yourself on the inside, to Aizen it looked like you were just giving a cold stare. Then you realized,

Saya wouldn't have broken. She never would have given Aizen anything. So neither would you, though your insides nearly burst as you condemned her.

"You really want to know what me and Urahara talked about?"

Forgive me Saya.

Aizen straightened up slightly, shocked at your cooperation. His eyes lit up darkly, eagerness hidden within them.

"Your Mom." Heh.

Gin's face lit up with grin. Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed and Tousen lunged at you.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Gin managed to hold Tousen back.

"Tch, let him at me Gin. What the hell's a cripple gonna do?"

"I AM NOT CRIPPLE!"

"Oh that's right. Your sister's the one with the gimp isn't she? Tch, your family must get all the good parking spots…"

"My SISTER is NOT CRIPPLE!"

"You think she'd go out with me?" you savored the look of outrage on Tousen blind face.

"WH-WHY YOU—"

"Gin," Aizen said calmly, "Take Kaname out and tell our #5 that he may proceed." Gin dragged the bitching handicapped out of the room, leaving you alone with Aizen and Ulquiorra. Aizen's eyes were on you.

"Since you have refused to cooperate, I am afraid we are going to have to take more…drastic measures." His eyes had that sickening happiness to them that was so familiar to you from when he would assign you your next missions.

Don't f*cking look at her Grimmjow. Don't look like a god damned weakling. You couldn't let him see how much it was eating at you.

*BOOM!*

You couldn't help but react to the sound. You looked to see that the entrance to the interrogation room had been kicked in.

Saya. Your jaw tightened. Just what the f*ck is he planning on—

Your body froze, and you felt every fiber in your body burn with rage as Nnoitora stepped through the door right behind Saya.

"Do sit back and enjoy the show, Grimmjow," Aizen's words were like lemon juice on a god dam paper cut. "I hope you won't regret your decision. Although, I am certain you will." He smirked and turned to observe whatever hell was about to unfold.

Nnoitora slammed the door shut, Saya's expression was hard and cold. She had hardly flinched when the door had burst open; she had obviously been prepping herself.

Nnoitora stepped closer.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said lowly as he stared down at her from behind. Saya's eyes went wide at the lanky assholes voice. She hadn't been expecting Spoonface.

God dammit. You wanted to punch the f*cker, and yourself, in the face for bringing this on her. Nnoitora ran his hand through the dark locks on the side of her head as he passed around her and strode to the other side of the table. A shit-eating grin on his ugly face.

Then you noticed the slightest mannerism of Saya's. To anyone else, it would have looked like she was just raising her head up, but you knew it was a nod, thee nod. A silent nod Saya and Rukia would always give each other when they were pumping themselves up.

You had to keep yourself from smirking. She's going to eat him alive. You didn't know how the hell she would, but there was no doubt in your mind that that crazy bitch had a plan. I f*ckin love that woman.

"It's been a long time hasn't it, Saya-chan?" Nnoitora grinned slyly.

"Not long enough," Saya replied, stony faced, and the asshole's smile fell. "So they sent you to come in here and try to convince me to join your cult? You?" she scoffed. "Aizen really is an idiot," she looked straight at the glass window that divided you from her.

"Even if I wanted to, I could never work in an environment populated by assholes." She was starting in on the guy, building up a rant.

That's a good thing right? It doesn't mean she's panicking and just lashing out, does it? Oh hell.

It there was any light as the end of this god forsaken tunnel, you weren't seeing it.

"Sorry Saya-chan," Nnoitora's toothy smirk was back. "Lord Aizen is done playing nice." With both of his hands supporting his weight on the table, he leaned forward towards her.

"I'm not here to persuade you. My orders are to torture you for however f*cking long I see fit." His eyes were getting hungrier by the second, his tone dropped dangerously. "I'm going to break you."

Touch her and I'll rip your arms off and beat you with'em!

Ulquiorra watched the scene boredly, but you saw the amusement consume Aizen's calm features. A giant snort broke the tension. Giant.

Really classy Saya.

She couldn't control her laughter, showing no sign of fear.

"Sure Mikey, I believe ya," she choked out (A/N: quoted from The Goonies XD) then took a breath. "My Mom and Ichigo are safe; my mission in life is complete. So if you think torture is going to do anything to me, you're a bigger idiot than Grimmjow when I tricked him into watching Twilight."

…That bitch. You refused to make eye contact with Ulquiorra, who was staring at you intently.

Nnoitora was already around the table in Saya's face.

"You and I both know your Mom and Ichigo aren't the only ones who could get hurt," Nnoitora taunted.

"Are you talking about Rukia and Renji?" Saya glared at him.

"Who else would I—"

"WELL YOU'RE A LITTLE LATE ON THAT ONE RETARD! THEY"RE BOTH DEAD!" she screamed right back in his ear.

….To Be Continued!...

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So this chapter ran a little long and I've split it in half. BUT DON'T STOP HERE! NEXT CHAPTER IS POSTED and has the hilarious conclusion of Smurf Passion!

Final Chapter: If you don't SpArKLe, I'm Not Interested.