"Oh god Silence, 'm sorry I put you through that torture," he said, too focused on his driving to see the tremors that shook her body. She gripped at the car door tightly trying to calm down.
"Grimm stop the car," she muttered, paling her stomach heaving.
"What?"
"Grimmjow stop the car," she screeched. He jumped at the noise, pulling over and pissing off several drivers in the process. Ichigo launched herself from the car before it had even stopped moving, holding back her skirt as she puked. Aizen had been there, he had seen her. Tears fell down her cheeks in fear, creating tracks in her make up. Grimmjow walked round the car, pulling her into him embrace. After a while the tears stopped, Ichigo didn't have the energy to stand anymore. She felt numb, Grimm had to pick her up just to get her back in the car. He glanced at her worried, she was slumped against the door, panting.
"Es tut mir leid, oh gott, ich bin so traurig."
Ichigo woke up covered in sweat, slowly she tried pulling herself into a sitting but it just made everything spin and once again she was sick. A light flicked on at the sound, Grimmjow on the bed with her.
"It's okay," he muttered scooting to the other side of the bed in order not to stand in the vomit.
"I'll get ya some water and another shirt." She grabbed his shirt, frantic.
"Don't go," she whimpered, scared. There was nothing to stop him coming back if Grimmjow left her alone. He didn't move till she calmed down a bit, prying off the hand that held his shirt and slowly rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.
"It's okay, I ain't leaving the room. I'll be in sight the whole time," he said, hoping it would help. Reluctantly she let him go, nodding. For the first time in a long time he was actually glad that he knocked down the walls in his apartment. Ichigo leaned against the headboard, eyes riveted to Grimmjow, the blue haired man muttering about anything and everything trying to take her mind off of whatever was scaring her. He tossed his shirt in the washer, snatching a clean shirt from the dryer and grabbed the bucket and sponge. He sat her up, helping her remove the tank too she was wearing. The fabric soaked with sweat and puke. Once the new shirt was on she leaned her head on his shoulder his skin cool.
"Nothing's gonna harm ya, not while yer here precious. I promise ya," he said, noting how she relaxed a bit. He hummed as he cleaned up the mess, the job taking little time due to the floor boards.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered. He said nothing, pulling her across the bed and practically draping her over his chest. Once there he wrapped an arm around her waist, rubbing her back.
"It's okay, you have nothing to apologise for precious," he muttered, starting to him again. Keeping the tune going till her breathes evened out and she was asleep before allowing himself to rest.
A knock to the door woke up Ichigo, Grimm already up and cooking breakfast. Whoever the person was must have been bashing their fist on the door since it was so loud. Grimm growled, the only person he knew that actually knocked on his door and waited was sitting on his bed sick. It was probably some door to door salesmen. He hated them, they didn't know what the meaning of go away was. Normally they would just leave when no one answered, but this one seemed persistent. Turning the gas off he scowled, marching up to his door and flinging it open. Only to see Aizen.
"The fuck are ya doin' here? I didn't even know ya knew where I lived, did ya pry it from dad or what?" He asked, pissed the prick was standing at his doorstep stupid smile plastered on his face.
"I will admit father did supply me with your address. I was hoping to see Chihiro again, she was so lovely and I'd like to get to know her better since is going to part of our family brother." Grimmjow stared at him like he was a mad man, rolling his eyes he snorted, amused by his words.
"Aizen einknicken, there is no family that we are both a part of. Go away Chihiro's too sick to see anyone." With his last word he heard a crash, he turned in time to see Chihiro on her knees vomiting again. He grimaced worried, she was looking much better tis-morning, she was also in Aizen's line of sight. The brunette stepped back repulsed. He did not like sick people.
"Oh my," he uttered, paling at the sight.
"Unless ya wanna help me clean up puke, I'd suggest ya leave asswipe." Grimmjow slammed the door in his face. The poor girl was lying on her side, to exhausted to stand.
"Grimm," she groaned as he picked her up, "would you be mad if I killed your brother?" He grinned almost laughing, he thought it was the fever talking.
"He's not my brother, and I'd be thanking ya if ya did. He's a dick." She looked up at him confused.
"But he calls you brother?" She mumbled, all this thinking worsening her fever.
"Sich verpissen, the dickwad is adopted. In no way do I share any D.N.A with that slimy piece of shit. I was always drawing and had no intention of following in dad's footsteps, he knew that and that's why he adopted Aizen," he explained, placing her on the bed carefully.
"Was your mother German? your last name is different from your fathers, it sounds German and I know you can speak it," Ichigo mumbled, suddenly curious about the man that was taking care of her. He smiled, a little shocked she was asking but glad that she wanted to know things about him. He sat down next to her before answering.
"Alice Jeagerjaques, she was born in Germany. My parents split when I was five, mama moved back to Germany taking me with her and we lived there for eight years then she got sick. We moved back to japan, mama wanted me to go to high school there and she wanted me to spend sometime with dad while she was in hospital. In my absence he had adopted Aizen, I made friends with Nnoi and we once tried setting the little weasel on fire. After mama came home she was always sick, I started missing a lot of school and at seventeen I dropped out to take care of her full-time. It was then I learned she had cancer, it was terminal. The picture on the wall, the one I covered with black fabric is her portrait. She looks much older than she was in that painting. I took care of her till the very end." Ichigo grabbed his hand once the last word left his lips, sadness emanating from the man in thick waves.
"My mama was sick all the time, papa once mentioned that she had a weak immune system," she murmured catching his attention. Grimmjow had told her something very personal, he trusted her with his secrets. Maybe she could trust him with a few of hers.
"In the end she died of a cold, Rain and I were four. Papa he went out one day and never came back, we later learned he'd been killed in a car accident. We suddenly found ourselves very alone until our uncle came and took us in. He and his wife couldn't have kids so we became her babies. I can't remember much about my birth parents anymore."