A/N: On my publishing schedule: I wish I could keep a tight schedule posting chapters. But there are so many factors attached to posting a chapter you guys don't even have an idea. First, I started to edit the story something like fifteen chapters ago. I'm going off-script, adding details and scenes, for things to make more sense, for things to be even more smooth. Since I'm sometimes writing three chapters at the same time to maintain my progress, it's not easy to keep up on a busy week. You can all imagine it takes more time for me to write it all in decent English since let's not forget I'm French Caribbean. Adding to that, this past couple of months, I've been exhausted by death threats from trolls. It's crazy the things I have to moderate. I don't talk about it because I'm generally dealing with it internally. I don't want to give these people the attention. But it's emotionally draining to write something in your free time all in good faith because you enjoy writing to get that kind of nasty response. Trolls are the worst because they don't even read the story. They're simply haters. Sometimes, it's just ridiculous having supposed fan telling me to kill myself for writing about Orihime in a story that clearly states that it is IchiruKi. It's just too much how people can be dense and disrespectful sometimes. We're all humans.

At times I can be on such an emotional rollercoaster in real life, traveling to Paris for my job, working on a difficult project, breaking up with boyfriends, etc. I'm saying no to any negativity for my emotional benefit. So, I'm generally sorry if my publishing schedule is largely inconsistent. I wish I could help with that. I really wish my story will bring joy, peace, gleeful escapism to anyone that read it. For all it's worth, the readers' reviews always help me get back into writing, so I'm thankful even if there are not enough of you. But bear with me, please.

On the hundred war: Thank you, Soi Yo! if I can reassure you, the hundred war was meant to be all of us. It's about the oldest conflict in history. Of course, we aspire to believe in friendship, or in romantic/platonic relationship that shapes our lives. We want to believe in finding our better half. We aspire to think some people on our path will save us from ourselves, like Toshiro's relationship with Rangiku. I believe in honor, sacrifice, and all that jazz. It's from my experience mostly accurate also. Those things do exist. Toshiro is still standing. But Gin is the part of us that is selfish, that is uncompromising, that is exigent beyond beliefs, which loves because it must, which hates so quickly it hurts, that want to destroy everything that hurts, the part that doesn't wanna be alone, the part which can't endure pain. I adore writing him because it called to the most primal part of me, he can twist my inside with a knot of anxiety in a minute, to think like him, to dissect life with a chill determination like him. It calls to my passionate, rebellious side. I also love that Gin is quite honest about himself. He never hides behind pretenses or doesn't take responsibility for being a monster of greed. He was so lousy at faking being a normal shinigami, and many people were wary of him. It's just a case of the world preferring to go blind instead. ( Yamamoto's reaction) Two point-of-views, but indeed, they are almost the same person metaphorically speaking, Gin and Toshiro. They have the same passion; they fight for what they believe, they're both perseverant. I wanted this fight to be celebrating the resolve on both sides. Because it's much more a story about life ( even in this fantasy setting ) than about death and despair ( although there will be gloom and darkness), I like your quote, Soi Yo. I will save it in the back of my mind.

On Kira: Although he is subsidiary a character, I love Kira because he had that long-standing relationship in the manga with two of my fave Gin and Rangiku, along with other great characters like Hisagi, Renji, Momo. He is deeply connected to the shinigami circle despite his shortcomings. But he is indeed a person of weak character. That's what I like about Kubo's description, Kira is really not the kind of person you'd picture being a lieutenant, a leader. He is jealous, dark, and brooding (a bit on a uke side if it was a yaoi manga.) Yet, for all the reasons Gin himself noted back in the 'Natural-born Killers' chapter, as twisted as it is, Kira was the best pick to be lieutenant.

Because despite being chronically depressed and unsure, he was loyal to a fault and susceptible to thrills, a combination that generally makes others underestimate his strength. He is not so disillusioned when he realized Gin let him live. Gin has killed countless in his escape from the tower. Yet, Kira is alive to tell the tale. He even went so far as bind him with a spell, like he did Rangiku the first time. That is Gin's damn signature. He could have sent a carebear, it wouldn't have been this effective. Let's see what Kira does with this newfound knowledge that he mattered to the guy he admired the most! That is if he doesn't die in the OR.^^

- 43 –

Play cat with me

Grimmjow JaeggerJack

Ex-Espada n ° 6

Voted by the masses "King of Hueco Mundo."

For someone like him who hated Babysitting, considering its perks was the key.

Nel was snoring. The noise she made, the spot of saliva she stained his mattress with was really nothing out of the ordinary. Even the laments of her two fractions didn't move him. Nope, all these things did not surprise him.

No, what impressed the most Grimmjow JaeggerJack, what really amazed the rebellious Espada, was that he had hardly moved from his observation post under the window since they had returned from Karakura. Worst, he didn't plan on moving until the kid wakes up. What kind of witchcraft was this?

Well, he had time on hand since Enzo, that psychotic asshole was busy with his shinigami doll. Speaking of Doll, Grimmjow did not know where he had seen that girl before, but her face and her huge boobs were familiar to him. She reminded him of the redhead, Orihime. Oh! That's it! He remembered. It was the pretty bitch who sent one of his fractions to hell. Grimmjow frowned. What was she doing here? What did she have to do with Ichimaru? What was that all about? He clenched his fists and let out a grunt, venting his frustration.

He paced again. At the same time, it's not like he cared one bit. Even he had better things to do than babysit Midge with her two idiots. Bawabawa or the "Thing" as he liked to call it, was currently howling to the moon under his window. "Cockroach" blew his nose noisily on his left, while "Ants" banged his horns against the wall in despair. Nope, no one could convince him that these clowns were fraccions!

It was a miracle he even kept up with them for so long. It was taking all he had as far as patience and compassion were concerned not to kick them out or better kill them. A part of him, the decent part of Grimmjow JeaggerJacques, knew he was partly at fault. He got lost in the moment. It was like ten percent his fault!

Of course, none of this would have happened if this kid hadn't clung to him like a leech. If she'd listen to him, none of it would have happened. Simple as that. As soon as she wakes up, Grimjoww was going to give her a sample of his mind. She will finally learn something. She will respect her elder. If she wants to survive, she will be a good girl. Nel rolled on her stomach, seemingly very comfortable in Grimmjow's king-sized bed.

Gallons of sticky saliva poured like a fountain on the floor again. Grimmjow grunted. He was not gonna clean that up.

"Grimmshowww will become bald if he touches I-tsygo! Let's play cat with Bawabawa! Bwahahahaha! " The crazy lunatic whispered in her sleep.

Grimmjow winced. This was probably a prank. Ichimaru may have left one of his spy cameras somewhere. No way watching over this kid was part of his prerogatives. He was a freaking Espada.

"Nel-chan! Oh, Nel-chan! You must be in so much pain!"

Dondochakka's sobs redoubled all of a sudden. Pesche was making puppy dog eyes at him. It was like they were all part of a brainwashing cult. Pesche stretched out a hand to him.

"Grimmjow-sama, perhaps we should all pray together for the prompt recovery of Nel-chan! Maybe that will help her?!"

Pray? Pray for her prompt recovery? They were fucking Hollows! They were fucking guardians of death! What happened to these people's brains?

The end of his duel with "Sexy" had been epic, in the category "epically ridiculous"! Him, Grimmjow JeaggerJacques had to ask to shorten a fight for "family reasons"! If he had been told this story, there's no way he'd even believe it. If he had been told this story, he would have fucked up the messenger real good. He just told himself this story, and he wanted to punch his own face.

Certainly, at that time, Nel seemed to have gotten hurt badly. But he suspected the kid had over-played it a little. Between her moans, the imaginary patient had asked him with her eyes closed to tickle her 'throat penis'! If she could ask that, without blushing, she had to be faking it!

He decided that someone who didn't care about his life was trying to prank him! He was just as much of a "maso-kiss" if he kept going on like that with Cockroach and Ants starting a new cult!

"But what if she never wakes up, how should we move on with our lives! Such a tragedy!"

Grimmjow bolted from his chair, seized Dondo-Cockroach by his sticky nostrils, and the other great stupid fool by one of his horns, and kick them out.

"You both better stay out my way before I dig another hollow hole in you!"

He slammed the double doors of his suite.

Good riddance! Who's next?

It was exactly what he should have done seven hours earlier! He couldn't believe he had tolerated the presence of Grumpy and Happy for so long. It was a new record! Was that what they called maturity? Or was it earlier onset of dementia?

Grimmjow felt his hair stand at the base of his neck. If he had nine lives like cats, he would have just lost one. Nel's reiatsu spiked like crazy. Swept by a burst of reiatsu, his bluish hair fell clownishly over his face.

" Nel ... Nelliel ..."

She was standing, her back to him, her eyes searching, looking lost and haggard. She spun slowly and stared at him with the distance and phlegm that characterized her in this form. Pushing her lock of green hair behind her ear, she finally smiled like Little Nel. Grimmjow blinked over and over. He couldn't help looking for little Nel in his bed because the version in front of him look too much like a freaky ghost in her ersatz of a green dress. She needed new clothes.

"Huh?! You ... You are up?"

Grimmjow put his hands in the pockets of his pants, feigning a certain nonchalance. Okay, this was neither the first time he had faced Nelliel, the adult nor the first time he had witnessed her transformation. She had changed twice since the end of the war. The first time, it happened by accident after a brutal session of sneezing that shook the walls. The second time it happened while she was crying on his shoulder, annoyed to have lost a race with "the thing." Both times, he'd been incredibly pissed at her and witnessed her transformation with round eyes. Also, he quickly found a way to slip away, dash, and get the hell out of Dodge. Because let's be perfectly honest, Tres had never been his cup of tea in her full-size version.

So, he was looking for the exit this time too.

"I kick them out a bit too early ..." He stuttered.

They would have helped to cover his departures.

To his surprise, he heard her chuckle.

"I was honestly wondering how long Grimmjow was going to last."

He raised an eyebrow at that. She gave him a mischievous look over her shoulder and a malicious wink. Fuck that bitch in her very short dress! He said nothing, though.

"You were awake?"

"I won every play dead competition with Bawabawa since I don't know..."

"You were playing me?" He growled.

"It was your punishment for hurting Nel!"

The fuck was wrong with her? Her abundant mane barely covered her butt. Just like him, she no longer wore a number. She stretched on her tiptoe and took a few steps in the room before dropping into the large Persian cushion that served as Grimmjow's basket. He already told her many times. She could have the bed, but nobody slept on his pillow but him. Yes, some liked to sleep in a bed. Grimmjow liked to take naps on this huge soft cushion under the window. There was a bed in all the suites. It had been one of Aizen and Ichimaru's stupid ideas to make the Espadas forget their hollow conditions even further and bring them a little closer to their enemy, the shinigami. Seriously what did a hollow have to do with a bed? It had been his first question in Espada Council.

Tōsen got all pissed off because it sounded ungrateful to him. They got in each other's faces. Then Ichimaru pointed out that he read somewhere those rooms used to belong to old Vasto Lorde. A fact Barragan confirmed. Ichimaru added they'd freshened up the walls, put a few cams here and there, but all the furniture was original. He also said dryly there was nothing better than a bed to fuck each other's brains to pass the time, and they were absolutely going to need to pass the time with Aizen-sama's long-winded plan. Grimmjow couldn't really counter that argument back. Gin finished by pointing out his bed was available for any volunteer except for Barragan and the creepy brain in a box since he didn't like royalty and social experiment altogether. That did the trick, and hilarity ensued. Topic shifted. Aizen said nothing.

Odd time to have illuminations, he annoyingly blushed as he realized what practical things they could do on that bed. That was probably that evolved part of him that was talking. Grimmjow remained unusually silent. It was as if a cat got his tongue. The analogy was easy. But it was not a rare phenomenon when Tres was around. There was a time; he hated that bitch. Seriously, she spent her time preaching peace and mercy on earth when she had the power to destroy nations and the glorious ass of a goddess as a bonus! Besides, she was almost as good-looking as he was! Why was she so lame at heart?!

Sure, Noinntra was a coward for doing what he had done. What good was it betraying your own kind? We couldn't call that a victory? No, if it had been him, he would have taken his time teaching Tres how to spell his name backward! At the time, if she had accepted his numerous invitations to brawl, he would have legit destroyed her!

" Grimmjow?"

Probably legit destroyed her, he means. Argh, probably not? The princess's reiatsu was blowing hot and cold across his face. Did she mind? He made a face, his brow oozing with sweat. She was going to alert all of the stupid Primeros with her fucking reiatsu! Like a tap inadvertently left open, her spiritual pressure pushed his back and invaded the room. She watched him curiously and seemed to notice his discomfort. In a second, she regulated the flow of a reiatsu. And all this without changing expression, it was like an afterthought. He noted it was still so instable a reiastu, its signature shifting.

She looked up at him quizzically, two gray pearls studying him. Grimmjow swallowed hard. Yes, maybe, no. She was number three for a reason. He always wondered what she could have done to go up the ladder like this. When she looked at him like that, she seemed pretty , her reiatsu was so inconsistent.

" You have nothing to say ?" she asked.

That was exactly the type of arrogant behavior that annoyed him. What did she think? That he was going to apologize! There had to be a law against annoying, dull, dipshit meddlers that interrupted perfectly loyal and legitimate duels. She is the one who should bow down on her knees to beg for his forgiveness and maybe ...

Maybe if he was in a magnanimous mood, he would forgive her! Scratch that. He was going to make her suffer before forgiving her. How dare she make him feel guilty? She had ruined his fight with "Sexy"!

Nel raised her eyebrows insistently, losing patience, amazed at his silence. She expected him to grovel, and he was still behaving like he didn't know better. This guy couldn't learn. Grimmjow continued pacing before realizing that he didn't have to endure that! He didn't have to listen to her moan about good and bad ... and good ... and ... bad ... bad ...

As if she was his mother! As if they were a fucking couple! They didn't have to pretend to be human and have feelings! Fuck this bitch! Let this be known; they weren't especially buddy either! He owed her nothing!

He was about to tell Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck to go fuck herself when she gave him the coup de grace.

"I am sorry, Grimmy, I know I shouldn't have intervened. I know it's your way of interacting with people. But I was so afraid that Grimmjow would get hurt!"

What did that lunatic just say? What did she call him? Grimmjow blinked comically. What? What? Afraid? Afraid for him?

Her face shifted again as she passed from a mood to another mood. Was that bitch fucking with him? Nel offered him another 'cunning' smile and pushed her hair back again. Special feminine power turned to 100! He opened his mouth and closed it. He clenched his fists. She was fucking with him. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What right did she have to mother him like he was a baby?

"You feel better, Kid! Newsflash, I didn't need you to save me! I had everything in my hands! In fact, next time you get in my way, you can also ask "Cockroach" and "Ants" to come and sign your epitaph!"

She shrugged.

"You're welcome. That's what friends are for!"

She replied, making the V for victory with her fingers. He came to stand in front of her.

"Did you hear what I just said? I don't need your help! Stop sticking it out for me! I can stand on my own!"

Grimmjow was appalled at how whiny that came out. Nel nodded vigorously, her eyes bright. She must have fallen on her head a bit too hard. She wasn't listening to him at all!

"I know, but I had to help. You always overdo it but I knew you wouldn't hurt me."

"That's where you're wrong, idiot. I will hurt you. I will hurt you in a heartbeat if you ever pull this stunt again!"

"I forgive you. I know it can be hard, and you don't mean to be so rash all the time."

His eyes wide, Grimmjow felt like trashing his room and burning a flag right now. She was getting under his skin.

"Don't. Do. That. Try to understand. Try to interpret my words against me. Believe me when I say you don't want to mess with me, little girl."

Nel bolted from the pillow and climbed on the desk. She changed the topic just as abruptly.

"Ichigo looked great, didn't he? I was very happy to see him. Do you think we could visit him one of these days? I've never been to his world before. It looked pretty last time. When Grimmjow is there, Nel is not afraid! So, let's go see him again."

Grimmjow clenched his fists and revealed his fangs. He wanted to growl at how annoying she was. But he was suddenly conflicted because he actually likes this idea.

"To visit him? I'm strangely all for it. I have a few things to settle with him. This time, you won't stop me from tearing this town down with..."

With the same poise, Nel's smile faded.

" If Grimmjow ever touched Ichigo, I will wipe him out of this world as if he never existed. I will be very sad then, probably devastated and heartbroken, but it will be inevitable. The loss of Grimmjow cannot counter the loss of the one who saved my life. Nel does not like people who hurt her friends."

Surprised by her words, especially the chill determination attached to each word, Grimmjow looked for signs of what she just said being just a joke. However, Nelliel never looked so serious, her gaze suddenly distant. There were no signs of weakness in her eyes. She looked at him without blinking and pushed a new strand of hair back. They stayed for a moment eyes locked. Grimmjow looked down first and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Bullshit!"

"I'm sorry if it hurts."

"It doesn't."

What the fuck was that? As if Kurosaki Ichigo was the center of the fucking world!

"Grimmjow is very angry."

" Yeah, you can say it! I'm always fucking enraged when I'm with you! You make me furious!"

"Sou ka ..."

She blinked with dramatic intensity. He admitted to feeling a little stupid when she looked at him like that. Did she ever look at Kurosaki like that? He blinked like he was having an internal beef with himself. What the hell did that have to do with this? Why did he even care? His brain was even a little broken because of her.

She leaned toward him suggestively.

"Do you want me to lick your wound? Make it all better?"

He crouched in front of her as if she had just said the magic words. She could have said 'sit boy' that he would not have done it faster.

He didn't know why he was always down for a little licking session. It was even better right now that she was in her original form. Nel took her time to help him take off his jacket. Although he was suddenly obedient, he impatiently took the jacket from her hands to throw it on a useless marble cube. She lowered herself back on his cushion. He swallowed with difficulty when she changed the position to get on all fours. She examined him carefully with a semi-expert eye. Scars of all sizes decorated his V-cut abs. The biggest scar was courtesy of Nnointra and his scythe, which had almost cut his hollow hole. The flesh was an angry red since his confrontation with "Sexy." Nelliel moisturized her pink lips. While waiting for her to get into place, Grimmjow practically held his breath.

" Hold on !"

He had a few requirements. If they were to do what they were about to do, he needed to get comfortable as well. He shifted on the pillow in the desired position. Nelliel raised an eyebrow curiously.

" We are not going to engage in sexual intercourse, Grimmjow."

For God Sake, Woman! Why did she have to break the mood? Besides, who was talking about sex? That was so human! That was for mortals! Grimmjow was just not against the idea of letting their instincts speak, have a good time, get off, shag, fuck, or get laid. That didn't make him a monster!

She stared at him, suspiciously. She didn't look convinced.

"Who would like to fuck a kid?" He said.

It was rather crude. Nel looked away and stared at the floor. He swallowed again. It was not really what he meant! Why was she making this face? They were freaking Espada ! How did she manage to survive for so long with such a faint stomach?

"I... I didn't want to…" He paused. " I don't want to fuck a kid. Even I have limits. I mean, kids should stay kids…"

She frowned even more.

"That didn't come out right! It's not that you're a kid right now. Look at you!"

The way Grimmjow saw things, she was all woman 'hear me roar' right now, and he couldn't help look at her like she was a snack. Nelliel looked at her boobs, feeling suddenly self-conscious. She blushed, avoiding his gaze. Grimmjow swallowed hard. She was so… It was infuriating the way she would consistently judge him for something that was just normal for a man to feel. Was it not normal to admire beauty?

"You… You're a lot! I can't think of a word for it! Because you're like that… this much…I didn't mean that you're not good. I mean, I would if you would! Wait, don't get sad! Fuck, what did I say about not getting sad, little girl?! What did I say, period?!" He growled.

She jumped slightly at his tone. Her eyes were shimmering with emotion he was unable to recognize. She looked so innocent and corruptible and so tempting and...

"I got it, pet. Not on your mind. Right? It's purely business. We're not… never going to do that … even though we could… I mean…it's not unheard of. But we're not. Got it. End of story."

She gave him one of her signature smiles, and his stomach tightened painfully all over again. He was suddenly so hungry for more. It was then that he noticed at the base of her neck, right at the corner of her left cheek, a dry stain of blood that wandered alone. Her shoulder and the inside of her left arm showed signs of abrasions and scratches. He found himself brushing her neck softly with callused fingers. He did this to her. He was responsible for those. Approaching his face slowly and carefully, he surprised Nel by licking the curve of her jaw.

"Grimm ... Grimmjow ..."

"I get it. No sex." He groaned, eyes closed.

Although he knew full well that his saliva did not have the regenerative benefits of Nel's "vomit," the instinct was stronger than anything at the time. Grimmjow set out to trace her neck with the tip of his tongue. He then retraced her collarbone. She grabbed a firm handful of sky blue hair with an inaudible sigh. Grimmjow then pushed her hair back before following the curve of her arm. With just her few scratches here and there, her Hierro was so soft and flawless. How did she manage that? A first cord was untied in his belly when he heard her utter a groan. Was that new? By pure instinct, he purred against her in response. Obedient, she let out the same sound. Surprised, she covered her mouth immediately.

"Sorry ... It's just ... I don't know what happened. It was like you... were calling me."

Grimmjow frowned because he realized that maybe he did call for her. He had a sudden doubt. He was suddenly a bit lost. After a minute, he grinned with male pride.

" Wasn't doing much talking, though. Your body was. Thanking me sort of." He said with a sly grin.

Their eyes met again. He dropped the smile and the bravado. She nodded. He knew what that must have looked like. It was the first time he had made a slightly tender gesture toward her, and it was seemingly coming out of nowhere. He knew it might seem perverted from the outside. It was just something he did to repay her for the kindness she showered him with when he was sick. That was it. Without a word, he leaned down again. Only, he had barely touched her shoulder this time, barely got another taste of her, that Nel backed away to the other side of the cushion, one hand on his chest. He was almost ready to lean over again when she applied pressure.

"Enough, I think it will be fine. My turn." She said, her face flushed red.

She took over in the most surgical way possible, running her tongue over the wound to close it and drowning it with her saliva. He gritted his teeth, suddenly tense. His eyes were glowing as she ventured closer to his Hueco Centro. His breath labored, Grimmjow held onto the windowsill with a deadly grip. It was about the essence she was pouring inside him right now. How much it represented her. How much he could sense her inside him, roaming in his brain, playing with his senses even in the air he exhaled. It was about how much her presence was filling him to the brim. His head jerked back slightly as he closed his eyes. In that form, her spiritual pressure was the most potent.

He felt like he had the strength to destroy nations... Not unusual, you might say. But the strength to build them right back was rather new. Her saliva dripped even closer to his Hueco Centro. He heard her moan. He purred in answer. Again, she froze. He was afraid even to breathe, in case it would be enough to scare her away. She pretended nothing happen and went back to her task with dedication. When she felt satisfied, she looked at him. He couldn't bear that cute smile on her lips, so he kissed her. That was going to be his defense at his trial. He was going to hell anyway, so what's one more sin?

Tired of beating around the bush, the Hellbound babysitter, doomsday advocate, soul briber, eternal brawler, drew his pretty protege against him to kiss her fiercely. It will not come as a surprise to anyone that Grimmjow had never been able to follow a contract in his life. So the clause "without reproduction of any kind" of their relationship, he was quite ready to renegotiate. He was all for finding a better deal right now. So it didn't matter that the universe was about to implode again. It didn't matter that like Santa Claus' elves, Aizen Sousuke's henchmen set out to get him out of prison. It didn't matter that Cockroach and Ants were probably snooping via the keyhole, Grimmjow answered to no one right now. He was surprised when she kissed him back. Nel's lips, soft as a forbidden fruit, folded under his without opposing too much resistance. Well almost... She bit ferociously into him, drawing blood. He moaned. That was uncalled for.

Nel pushed him away so violently that Grimmjow slammed into the adjacent wall with force. Perhaps she had had time to add two and two mentally. He straightened up in the same spirit as a boxer thrown into the ropes in a ring. With a rotative kick, Nelliel sent him crashing back in the cabinet. She only said no sex. How was he supposed to know she counted kissing as preliminary? Now, who was being a little dishonest? He went to punch her but she kicked right across his ear.

Nel didn't even put all her strength in it, the little rascal. Like a cat, Grimmjow fell back on his feet immediately. How annoying? How dare she go easy on him? He materialized in front of her using Sonido, grabbed both of her hands, before giving her an avenging kick in her stomach. Not very gentlemanly, but he was just getting started. Propelled back, the young woman stumbled on the armchair before leaning on the wall to perform a backflip. Two helicopter kicks followed. She almost blinded him with those. He stepped back. She had nothing to envy to Sexy in the art of pissing him off! He quickly rubbed a little blood on his nostrils and grabbed Nel by the arm. He unceremoniously tossed her on the bed. Yes, the furniture had to be baptized eventually! With another jump, she leaned on the wall and freed herself with a new jump. Fucking god, this woman! Without turning around, he put an arm in a hook, caught her neck, and she found herself unceremoniously at square one. Shit! He was sweating from too much exercise. A drop of sweat slid down his abdomen until it fell on her naked navel. It distracted him long enough for Nel to hook her legs viciously around his neck, successfully subduing him. His trashing slowed. She shifted position to climb on him, still keeping the upper hand. She straightened up again while Grimmjow anticipated his loss. But the imperial knockdown, the rain of fists he expected did not come. With the same violence, hands suddenly gripping his neck, Nel pulled him close to her to steal a kiss.

" You're going easy on me, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques! How dare you?"

He responded in kind, kissing her with the same hunger. She needed to keep this size forever was all he could think. No other thought was reaching its destination. This made the whole thing not very coherent. He no longer knew how this thing started exactly. Who kissed who first? He just knew that suddenly the mood changed, that he had succeeded in cornering the doe! Straddling her finally and licking her collarbone with devotion, he held onto her, caressing her, looking for her Hueco Centro. Where the fuck was it? It was probably somewhere very private! How naughty! Nel bit his tongue for his audacity, but the damage was done. Grimmjow was bewitched and tamed. Sex and violence! The best combination on earth! This cat was in heaven.

He suddenly froze above her. Her hands-on his hakama, doing things there that should be forbidden. Grimmjow frowned. What if she disappeared again? The thought was suddenly so haunting it sent a shiver down his spine. To think that he could open his eyes, and she would be back to being a kid; only she wasn't this confident and tranquil. She wasn't this annoying per se. She was only clingy and fragile. What if she'd scared him again like she did when he fought against the other captain-level badass?! Grimmjow wasn't much of a thinker; his blood didn't always rush in the direction of his brain. But this, he understood, was the closest he ever felt in being complete. How insane was that? Even if he was bothered to have to admit it aloud, things only happen on a cosmic level for a reason.

Hollows knew that. It's not for nothing Hueco Mundo was plunged in darkness with only the moon to guide them. Once upon a time, the sky was sparkling with stars. Now, the stars were all gone for some reason except for the moon. Hollows were still compelled by nature to search for them in the black sky to reflect upon their regrets. Hundreds of his brethren were still stuck in the desert, searching for something missing while contemplating the moon. Nothing was missing when she was inside him. Nel was freely touching his Hueco Centro, and it was positively driving him insane to think she could stop tomorrow.

'Let's mate!" He suddenly blurted out.

She looked up, eyes wide. Of all things she expected him to say, this was definitely not on the list.

"What?"

She blushed. He didn't say it again. She heard him well.

"Grimmjow JeagerJack, you know you don't need to do this much to get me out of my clothes."

Grimmjow sat on his heels with a frown, lost in his own thought.

"I'm serious."

She almost bolted up, her legs spread on either side of him.

"You want to mate? Now?"

"Yes. Why not?"

Nel could have given him a dozen reasons. They were Espada. Yes, they were the elite. But only Vasto Lorde mated. It was an ancestral tradition and… Finally, she didn't find that much argument against it.

"Because that's… so unexpected. Traditional. Old-fashioned."

"These are not really objections."

"Well, you know what mating means for our kind. It means… forever… and a little bit more after that. That's a long time." She explained matter-of-factly.

He wanted to melt in her tranquility right now. She should be positively scared by such a commitment; she was just looking at him like she was schooling a child. Just a few minutes earlier, he wanted to choke her to death. Grimmjow was aware. Now, he just wanted…an eternity of this. What was wrong with him?

He shrugged.

"It means we share death. We share strength. We hunt together. We rule together. We breed. When the day comes to be reborn, if that day ever comes, we will together. That's the way of the Vasto Lorde. I'm surprised you even know about this." She said softly, tracing his abs absentmindedly. "That's a bond no one can ever undo."

Honestly, he wasn't listening to her. First, he never was that great a listener, sorry to disappoint, especially when he had something on his mind. Ask the fraccion who tried to convince him when he decided to attack Karakura on his own. Well, let's just say poor Danierro didn't make the trip. He just didn't listen much to anything other than his instinct. In all good faith, he had asked her. But honestly, he knew as soon as he got the idea, this was the best way for both.

He was unsheathing his zanpakutō already, ready for the blood sacrifice. To seal their deal, he needed to let his blood in her Centro. She had to do the same. It was the only way. His reasoning was simple. If she was a part of him, they'd share strength. She'd never be fragile again. He'd never have to worry again.

Nel simply stared, her eyes wide. What had gotten into him suddenly?

"Grimmjow… this is…"

"Yes or no?"

She simply smiled like the Mona Lisa she was.

"If I die, you die."

She picked up her own sword.

"If I die, you die." He repeated, slicing his hand.

The walls vibrated and rumbled all a sudden. The sudden collision of their combined reiatsu caused the momentary opening of the double doors. The light went out in the whole palace for a couple of seconds, the world became a critical blue before it came back to normal.

Pesche Guatische

Arrancar n ° 41

Fraccion of Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck

Part of the comic trio "Cockroach, Ant and Midge" in the troupe of Grimmjow JeaggerJacques.

A sudden reiatsu wave spread in the corridor like a strong gust. Dondochakka remained pinned against one of the marble pillars. Pesche flew away to land heavily much further. It was perhaps the only way Grimmjow Jaeggerjacques had found to put a stop to their voyeurism session, but he couldn't help but think that a simple "get out" would have been enough. The half-open double doors slammed again.

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The walls vibrated again. Pesche took a moment to collect his dignity. What did Grimmjow believe? Did he think he had the right to defile the spiritual body of their "dearly departed little sister"? Did he think he had the right to put himself between Nel and her "brothers"? He turned his head towards Dondochakka. Pesche could have sworn to see sparks of anger in his brother's eyes. But hilariously, what the fraccion took for angry sparks was, in fact, a reflection of the bright lights in the hallway. Dondo had fainted against the pillar.

Pesche grinned. On a casual day, a million things bothered him before he even had lunch. But well, what he saw through the keyhole had just horrified him; Espada Sexta was attacking their beloved leader like the horny senseless animal he was. He was putting his dirty, vicious paws on Nel-sama. The double doors remained open for the space of a second. He blinked, as he sensed the shift in their spiritual power. No. They were mating.

In front of the door, Pesche Guatische was sweating so hard. Dondochakka was crying. What was this Grimmjow monster doing with little Nel? They had a small idea through spiritual pressure flows. Pesche yelped in despair. Mating? Were they crazy? He crawled on all four hammering the doors with his fists. His crazy antics were somewhat contained since he wasn't crazy enough to go into this room without an invitation. Interrupting a mating ritual was like writing a suicide note.

Dondochakka was the first to give up and shrug. There was nothing to do, and it was all above their paygrade. That sneaky thief stole their sister. They were defeated. The areas where the Espada Sexta lived after the war was on the other side of the palace, far away from the Las Noches nervous center. It had been Nel's idea to settle there as this part of the palace remained one of the best-preserved. All Grimmjow's objections regarding the invasion of his territory fell on deaf ears. He was so weak at that time; he couldn't make much of a threat. The fight with Ichigo and Nnointra had left him crippled. It was Nel-sama's kindness and generosity that saved him. They moved here, playing and having tea party. Dondo and Pesche continued to hang out with Nel every day. Life had resumed its course.

And then like chimeras, these primeros came out of the shadow, and everything started to fall apart.

It had become just as difficult to survive in this place as it was in the time of the Espadas. So keeping Sexta's sword close by turned out to be the only right thing to do. It was their best chance of survival.

He heard footsteps approaching and came out of his reverie. Dondochakka also stopped fooling around and pay attention. They remained on their guard. If it was still that horrible Archer, the messenger of the psychotic leader of the Primeros, he didn't know what they will do.

Grimmjow chased him earlier, but he could have returned with backup. How frightening!

Maybe it was Loly and Menoly.

No, Grimmjow still terrified them.

There were still some arrancars hiding deep in the belly of Las Noches. Yet most of them tried to stay out of trouble, especially since the shinigami repeated incursions since Aizen's defeat only recently stopped.

However, this signature was not familiar. Something was blurring his senses. He turned and blinked several times ... huh?

A silhouette came out of the shadow, progressing fast. He discerned a white mane and a youthful face.

Huh?

Pesche let out an exclamation of surprise, noticing the number on the white coat of the newcomer. His blood only turned cold. A shinigami? A captain-level shinigami. Behind him, the double doors of the suite opened with a feral growl. He felt Grimmjow's menacing presence. He didn't know why he felt relieved somehow. He bowed down. Dondo imitated him. Nel followed suit, tense but confident. She stood behind Grimmjow, cooly staring in her distance. His Katana still on the cabinet behind them, Grimmjow promptly unsheathed the sword attached to Nel's waist and assumed a defensive stance, ready to pounce. While Nel simply closed her eyes, nonchalantly.

The newcomer continued to climb the corridor dragging his burden behind him with one hand.

Noticing the presence of the local welcoming committee, Tōshirō Hitsugaya ran a hand over his back to unsheath his katana. He was in a hurry. He couldn't afford to waste any more time. Feeling the proximity of his master, Haineko, that he had also attached with Hyourinmaru, vibrated. He tightened his grip on Gin Ichimaru's collar and dragged his body along the corridor, leaving an endless trail of hemoglobin on the marble.

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