"I really like this one, I us-" someone tapped her shoulder interrupting her. Ichigo turned intent on scaring whoever it was that bothered her but the words of anger immediately died on the tip of her tongue when she saw who it was.

"Oh my god Hime-chan," she squealed, grabbing the girl by the arms and bouncing on her heels. Grimmjow looked up the ceiling wondering who he angered to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment but at least he would finally learn her name.

"It's so good to see you Berry-chan, it's been what five years since I last saw you," the stranger said pulling her in for a hug. No, apparently not. It seemed like he was never going to learn what her name was. When the stranger pulled back she finally noticed him standing there, Grimmjow recognised her as the girl Tatsuki came with.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation," she blurted, eyes wide in panic as she bowed. He'd never seen anyone bow before.

"It's fine ma'am, just discussing my work. Ya came in with Tatsuki, ya a friend of hers?" He asked, curious about her. Many of Tatsuki's friends, in fact almost all of them, were guys or gym junkies, this girl was like Nel, childish in looks and personality.

"You know Tatsuki? Which means you must be Jaegerjaques-San. I'm Orihime, her girlfriend." Grimwpmjow could say nothing, not expecting that at all. In all the time he had known Tatsuki she had never once mentioned that she was into girls.

"Congratulations Hime-chan, how did you know I was here?" Orihime giggled pointing at two men on the other side of the room, her smile widening.

"Ishida-chan and Sado-kun. I ran into them earlier, Sado-kun suggested I say hello but I didn't need him to say that. There is no way I could pass up this opportunity to see my best friend again," she said, her smile rivalling that of the Cheshire Cat. Ichigo had a smile on her own face, but it was slightly guilty. She never said good-bye when she left and never once thought of the girl she had once considered her best friend in the five years apart.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't try to contact you at all Hime, things got busy. Did you want to talk to Snow? She's around here somewhere," she muttered, half distracted as she glanced round to find her sister. Orihime shook her head, her smile polite but tight, it seemed like she was still mad with Shiro over the last argument they had.

"I guess even after five years apart good friends can still chat like no time has passed," Grimmjow commented reminding her that he was still there. Saying nothing she watched as the girl she had once called her best friend walk away.

"No, sometimes people can forget the past. Next time we meet it will be as strangers passing each other on the street." They stood in silence for a bit, Grimmjow thinking about what she had said. It didn't make any sense to him, things had looked fine between the pair.

"I'm going to go find Rain," she murmured, almost running away from the man in search of her twin.

The only thing that alerted her to her sisters shock was the soft tinkle of glass shattering, she turned to see that the wine glass had slipped from Shiro's fingers, her hand trembling, the other looked ready to cry. Ichigo moved closer to her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder, fearing the worst. Slowly Shiro pointed out a man across the room. Following her line of sight Ichigo gasped. The man she was pointing to had their back to them but there was no denying who it was. Gin Ichimaru. He was just standing there alone, looking up at a painting; one that Shiro had actually posed for. Ichigo remembered that day, she'd been sick with food poisoning so Grimmjow had surprisingly asked Shiro if she'd model instead and she had agreed thinking it would be fun. To her dismay it wasn't, Shiro couldn't stand still for more than five seconds. The painting was of her walking over a lake, the scene viewed from a gap in the trees. Her long white hair pulled up into a bun and covered in flowers. Grimmjow had made her a fairy in the painting and she was laughing, trying her hardest not to fall into the lake. It was no wonder that Gin only looked at that particular painting and nothing else. Before long Grimmjow was making his way over to the man, probably to introduce himself, the twins were too far away to hear what was being said and Shiro too unwilling to move closer if he spotted her. The talk continued for a while, Grimmjow patting him on the shoulder at one stage, the bright smile was replaced with a sorrowful look for a few seconds. The two argued over something, Ichigo guessing that Gin wanted that painting, no matter what. Eventually the grin returned in full force and they shook hands. Ichigo thought about moving before they were spotted by the man, thinking Shiro wouldn't be able to handle it if he saw her. Too late. Grimmjow was already pointing them out to the silver-haired man. When he set his sights on Shiro, his normally slitted eyes were wide open revealing sky blue orbs. At this point Shiro was sobbing uncontrollably, all Gin had to do was step towards her arms open. Within seconds she was hurling herself at him, his arms wrapped tightly around her in an instant. He didn't even care that she was ruining his suit with snot and tears. Ichigo smiled at the scene, Shiro deserved happiness. Grimmjow just stood where he was terribly confused by what had just happened, looking towards Ichigo for answers. Her response was a smirk, quickly walking round the couple to the stunned artist, pulling at his wrist till he followed. The pair hid behind a statue, the couple just within their sights.

"The fuck just happened?" Grimmjow asked, peering over her shoulder. She elbowed his lightly, shushing him.

"What did Gin talk about with you?" She asked, whispering, if she didn't Gin would probably overhear every word they said.

"I went over and said hi, he'd been standing there for almost an hour staring at that one painting. We exchanged names, I asked what was so fascinating about that piece and he told me she looked exactly like his dead wife. We haggled, struck a deal and then he asked me who the model was, out of curiosity I enquired why he'd want to know who the model was. Gin told me he was going to be faithful to his wife forever even though she was gone but he'd at least like to see her one last time, to say goodbye, even if it was just a look-alike. Ya know the rest," he mumbled staring at her, hoping to get an explanation, knowing he might not. After almost a minute of silence he looked at her about to ask his question again when he noticed the look of utter sorrow on her face as she stared at the pair. Grimmjow put a hand on her shoulder spinning her round, putting her back to the pair.

"Ya okay?" He asked, bending down so he was eye level with her. Biting her lip she glanced down at the floor, not sure how to answer his question. She was going to lose Shiro to Gin

"Can I stay at yours for a while?" She asked muttering, he almost missed what she said.

"Sure precious."