Not having the energy to cook after managing to get the marker off his face, Grimmjow orders some take out, sitting on the couch and fiddling with his laptop.

Browsing the site that Ulquiorra text him as he waits for the food to arrive, he cringes.

Not that he's a prude or anything, but he's never bought or used anything like the stuff that's available on here.

Flicking through the numerous web pages, Grimmjow adds a few items to his basket that he thinks will do the trick.

He looks up from the laptop when Ichigo's door creaks open, a pair of cautious brown eyes peaking out.

Grimmjow rolls his eyes, patting the free space on the couch next to him.

"You gonna stop sulking and come spend some quality time with me now?"

Ichigo huffs, but comes into the room, sliding down onto the couch next to Grimmjow, his eyes roving over his now marker free face.

"You got it off then?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'll take a rain check on my revenge."

Ichigo's long tail curls around himself, his eyes widening slightly.

"Revenge?"

Grimmjow grins over at him deviously.

"Of course, think I'm just gonna let you get away with that? No damn way."

Ichigo pouts, his eyes wandering to Grimmjow's laptop screen.

"What the hell are you buying?"

Grimmjow shrugs, finishing placing his order on the website.

"Ulquoirra told me to buy you some stuff for when you're in heat, don't really want to wake up to find you humping my leg now do I?"

Ichigo blushes, folding his arms across his chest.

"I wouldn't do that! And besides, I do just fine without any...any of those."

"Oh really? Let me guess, your bed usually takes the brunt of it?"

"I-I'M NOT TELLING YOU THAT!"

Grimmjow chuckles, putting the laptop down on the coffee table.

"Fine, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough anyway."

Grimmjow can't help but take great delight in seeing the agitated Neko blushing even harder.

"I ordered take out, you want to share it with me?"

Ichigo's eyes widen for a moment, before he nods eagerly, licking his lips.

"Heck yes!"

Grimmjow smiles, and pushing his luck, brings a hand up to pet Ichigo on the head again.

Ichigo tenses up at first, but when Grimmjow starts to softly weave his fingers through his orange locks he relaxes, his eyelids fluttering closed at the relaxing sensation.

"You know, you have a really cute purr."

Ichigo opens his eyes again, chocolate brown colliding with ocean blue.

Swallowing thickly and licking at his suddenly all too dry lips, Ichigo averts his eyes to the coffee table.

"Don't say cute, I'm not a chick."

Grimmjow laughs heartily, ruffling Ichigo's hair affectionately.

"Still a cutie though."

"I AM NOT!"

The doorbell rings signalling the arrival of the food, and Grimmjow gets up to get it.

Ichigo stays put on the couch, glaring down at the coffee table like it's personally wronged him.

Grimmjow pays for the food and set's it down on the kitchen counter top, grabbing some plates and dishing it out.

Coming back over to the couch, he hands one to Ichigo, who sniffs at it, closing his eyes happily before starting to eat eagerly.

Grimmjow notices that the Neko uses the fork he gave him easily in his clawed hand, which he wasn't expecting.

As Grimmjow tucks into his own plate, he decides now might be a good opportunity to get to know some more things about Ichigo.

"So, Ichigo, tell me something about you."

Ichigo looks up from his plate, licking at his greasy lips.

"Like what?"

Grimmjow shrugs, nibbling on his food.

"Well, what are some things you enjoy doing?"

Ichigo looks up at the ceiling, his brows furrowed.

"Well, I like listening to music a lot, oh and swimming."

"Wait, don't Neko's hate water?"

"Yeah, well, normal Neko's I guess. The other's used to make fun of me because I like it, but I usually just told them to go fuck themselves or something along those lines."

Grimmjow chuckles.

"Yeah, that sounds like you."

Ichigo makes quick work of the rest of his food, before putting the finished plate on the coffee table.

"Grimm?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't...think I'm a freak, do you?"

Grimmjow is at first taken aback by the odd question, but quickly puts his plate down and turns towards Ichigo, looking him dead in the eye.

"Ichigo, of course I don't think that. You're not a freak, why would you even think that?"

Ichigo rubs the back of his neck nervously, staring down at the couch cushions.

"It's just, all the other Neko's tell me I am, and my damn body can't even decide whether I'm a boy or a girl, I'm just not normal."

Grimmjow shuffles closer to Ichigo.

"Ichigo, look at me."

Ichigo shakes his head adamantly.

"Ichigo, please."

Sighing, Ichigo lifts his gaze back up to Grimmjow, his brown eyes full of sadness and something else that Grimmjow can't quite make out.

Grimmjow places a hand gently on his cheek, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

"Normal? Fuck normal, that's what I say. I'm certainly far from fucking normal, have you seen my damn hair?"

Ichigo barely suppresses a laugh, his orange ears twitching.

"I guess."

"And now you're here with me, I'm never gonna judge you on that, or anyone else is. If they do, I'll kick their damn ass."

Ichigo smiles, leaning into Grimmjow's hand.

"Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me, I told you before I wouldn't let anything hurt you, and I meant it. Even if you are a pain in the ass."

Ichigo pouts.

"Am not!"

Grimmjow grins, moving his hand to pull Ichigo onto his lap, who wriggles at the sudden closeness.

"W-what are you doing?"

Grimmjow wraps his arms around the startled Neko, looking up at him.

"My lap not comfy?"

"I-I, I didn't say that..."

"Good, then stop squirming. You want to watch a movie?"

Ichigo relaxes back into Grimmjow's chest, nodding.

"Sounds good, Grimm."

The movie turned into a full blown movie marathon, and as the last movie credits roll, Grimmjow yawns loudly, staring down at the fast asleep Neko curled up on his lap.

Grimmjow smiles warmly, running a hand through Ichigo's spiky locks.

The Neko purrs softly in his sleep, much to Grimmjow's delight.

Glancing at his watch, he see's just how late it is, and he's got work in the morning.

Switching off the tv, he scoops the sleeping Neko up into his arms.

Ichigo stays fast asleep, but snuggles into Grimmjow's chest.

Laying Ichigo down on the bed, he places the covers over him, watching as Ichigo snuggles into the bed, mumbling incoherently.

Grimmjow leaves without another word, closing Ichigo's door and making his way to his own room.

He doesn't have the energy to do much else other than brush his teeth and take off his jeans and top, before climbing into bed and dozing off into a pretty content sleep.

Grimmjow grumbles irritably, the shrill ringing of his alarm waking up him from a comfortable sleep.

Throwing a hand out from underneath the covers, he slams the alarm off, rubbing at his eyes.

Sitting up on the bed, he grumbles again at the thought of work, and a part of him worries about leaving Ichigo home alone so soon.

After all, after what Yoruichi told him yesterday, he could very well come back to an apartment that looks like it's been hit by a tornado.

Dragging himself up out of bed, he heads to the bathroom and get's washed and dressed, before heading out into the quiet living room.

With no sign of Ichigo being up yet, Grimmjow just manages to grab some orange juice from the fridge when there's a loud knock at his door.

Wondering who's calling round so early, he goes over to the door, opening it.

Stood before him in the hallway is Nnoitra, an all too impatient Tesla at his side on a white leash.

Nnoitra glances down at the blonde Neko nuzzling eagerly at his arm.

"Can't ya leave my damn arm alone for one second!"

Grimmjow curses under his breath, quickly glancing back over his shoulder.

"Nnoitra, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I told Ulquiorra to tell ya I was gonna nip round, did the little fucker forget to tell ya?"

Oh, right, he had told him yesterday.

"I've got work soon, can't you come back later, or never?"

"Come on don't be like that, I jus wanna get a lil look at this Neko of yers, and so does Tesla."

Tesla nods eagerly in agreement.

"Yes, yes I do!"

When Grimmjow doesn't respond, Nnoitra sidles past him, Tesla right after him.

Grimmjow growls in frustration, but shuts the door behind them.

"Look, Ichigo's still in bed so-"

As if on queue, the door to Ichigo's room creaks open, a bedraggled and sleepy Neko shuffling out of it.

Tesla instantly spots him, and dashes towards him, but Nnoitra tugs him back firmly with the leash.

"Hey hey, what have I told ya about jumping on others like that! Chill the fuck out!"

Ichigo's eyes bulge, and he puts his arms out in front of himself in a protective manner.

Grimmjow immediately comes over to him, placing his hands reassuringly on the Neko's shoulders.

"Ichigo, it's okay, this is just my jackass of a friend Nnoitra and his Neko, Tesla."

Tesla grins over at him, sniffing at the air curiously.

"Ichigo! Can I smell you, can I?"

Nnoitra growls irritably, keeping a firm grip on the leash.

"If ya calm down! Yer gonna frighten the poor boy."

Nnoitra turns to look at Ichigo, his mouth widening into a toothy piano grin.

"Nice to meet ya Ichigo. Ya sure are a pretty lil thing."

Ichigo hisses, leaning back into Grimmjow's chest.

"I'm not pretty!"

Nnoitra cackles, twining Tesla's leash in between his long fingers.

"Whatever ya say."

Tesla scratches at his black collar impatiently, his nose pointed up in the air.

"Please Nnoitra-sama, I wanna smell Ichigo properly, he smells different, good different."

Nnoritra frowns down at him.

"Huh, different how?"

Grimmjow decides to step in now, steering Ichigo back into his room.

Turning back to Nnoitra once the door is closed, he sighs.

"Look, don't mention to Ichigo about him smelling different, it's a touchy subject right now."

"What the fuck am I missin here?"

"It's...complicated."

"Huh, suit yerself then. So, are yer takin him to work with ya today?"

Grimmjow frowns.

"What? Of course not, Aizen would fire my ass for doing something like that."

Nnoitra snorts, petting Tesla, who is still trying to crawl toward's Ichigo's closed door, his tail wagging excitedly.

"See, this jus shows nothin goes in that big ass blue head of yers-"

"OI!"

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish. Since so many people at the office are now adoptin Neko's, Aizen decided it would be best for him to let people bring their Neko's in work with em, as long as they didn't distract em, he's even had their own playrooms built so that they can be closer to their owners."

Well, shit.

God, he does need to take more notice at work.

"I don't know, I'll talk to Ichigo about it first."

"Fine, ya do that. I'll bring Tesla round again when they can meet properly, I gotta get my ass to work too. Come on Tesla, ya impatient bastard."

Tesla whines loudly, but allows Nnoitra to drag him back out the door.

Grimmjow curses, before knocking on Ichigo's closed door.

"Ichigo, they're gone. Can I come in?"

Receiving no response, Grimmjow presses his ear up against the door.

"Ichigo?"

Rip

Rip

Grimmjow's eye's widen comically at the harsh tearing sounds coming from the other side of the door.

He pushes open the door, staring wide eyed at the now very feather filled bed room.

Ichigo is crouched on all fours on the bed, another white fluffy pillow already between his teeth and his claws digging into it.

Grimmjow rushes over and grip's onto the other end of the pillow, making Ichigo narrow his eyes up at him and growl warningly.

"Drop it."

Ichigo shakes his head, only digging his teeth and claws in harder.

"Drop it now, Ichigo!"

Ichigo growls even louder and refuses to let go, and the two soon end up locked in a tug of war over the damn pillow.

Getting frustrated, Grimmjow tugs on the pillow a little too roughly, and he topples backwards onto the carpet, Ichigo crashing down with a startled yelp on top of him.

The pillow inevitably burst's, covering each of them in white fluffy feathers.

Grimmjow groans, blowing a stray feather out of his mouth.

Ichigo put's his claws flat against Grimmjow's chest, staring down at the blue haired man worriedly.

Grimmjow rolls his eyes, staring around at the mess of feather's scattered all around him.

"Well, I knew what I was getting myself into."

Ichigo scowls at him, attempting to move off of him, but Grimmjow stops him by grabbing onto his wrist's.

"What the hell, let go!"

"Not until you tell me why you decided to make it rain fucking feathers in here."

Ichigo quickly averts his gaze, his orange ears flattening against his head.

"I felt like it, okay?"

"No, not okay, I want a straight answer. Was it because of Nnoitra?"

Ichigo doesn't answer this time, so Grimmjow let's go of his wrist's, sitting up himself as Ichigo slides off of him.

Well, that's two pillows destroyed and...

There's a huge tear in the mattress, obviously from a claw digging into it.

Grimmjow sighs, staring at Ichigo, who is sat on the floor in front of him, staring down at his claws.

Grimmjow reaches a hand out to pet the Neko, attempting to reassure him that he's not completely mad with him, but his hand freezes in mid air when Ichigo flinches back from him.

"Ichigo...do you think I'm gonna hit you?"

Ichigo shrugs, curling his long orange tail around himself.

"Well...I did just destroy some of your stuff..."

"Ichigo, let's get one thing straight. I'm never gonna lay a hand on you, okay? I honestly don't give a crap about a few pillows and a mattress. I just want to know why you did it."

"I just...felt a little threatened."

"By Nnoitra? He's a dick, but he's harmless."

"No no, it was the Neko."

Okay, now Grimmjow's confused.

"Huh?"

"It's just that, sometimes male Neko's tend to get kind of clingy when they smell me."

Well, Grimmjow can sort of understand that. It irritates him that he hadn't thought about it earlier though, and even more so that Ulquiorra didn't even think about it.

And the arrogant pale bastard is supposed to be a self proclaimed expert on Neko's, yeah right.

"Oh, I get it. Well I'm sorry, that idiot Ulquiorra said it would be fine."

Grimmjow glances down at the watch on his wrist, getting back to his feet and smoothing down his clothes.

"I guess I'll have to clean this up when I get back."

Chewing at his claws, Ichigo stares up at him.

"Back?"

"Yeah, I have to go to work soon, so you can either stay here until I get home, or you can come with me."

Ichigo's ears perk up from his head.

"With you?"

"Apparently my Neko loving boss is now allowing us to bring our Neko's to work, so yeah, if you want too, you can."

"It sounds better than being stuck inside on my own all day."

Grimmjow grins, bending down to ruffle Ichigo's messy hair.

"Good, then get dressed while I make you some breakfast. Pancakes sound okay?"

"PANCAKES ARE AWESOME!"

Grimmjow watches with amusement as Ichigo shovels pancakes into his mouth, washing them down heartily with orange juice.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

Ichigo wipes the back of his mouth on his hand.

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you've got a good appetite on you, it's good."

Ichigo beams back at him, obviously happy at the praise.

As Grimmjow finishes and gets up to wash the plates before work, Ichigo beats him too it.

Grimmjow eyes him curiously, as Ichigo makes quick work of the dishes and then grabs his coat from his room, along with a light orange collar and a leash to match it.

Grimmjow stares down at them as Ichigo holds the items out to him.

"Where did you get these?"

"Harribel got them for me, for when I got adopted."

Grimmjow takes them, staring at them with a sour look on his face.

"Ichigo, I don't really want to put a collar on you, and I sure as hell don't want to use a leash, it's kind of...degrading, isn't it?"

Ichigo frowns.

"I've never really thought of it that way, I mean, a lot of owner's keep their Neko's on leash's. And the collars are usually just to show that we're not a stray and we have a home."

Grimmjow throws the leash down on to the couch, but keeps the collar in his hands.

"Well, I guess I'm not like a lot of owners then. No way in hell am I putting you on a leash, but the collar is a good idea, at least while we're out of the house. Can't have someone thinking you don't have a home, can we?"

Grimmjow doesn't miss the slight blush that forms on Ichigo's cheek, but the Neko quickly clears his throat and glances over at the leash on the couch.

"You mean, you're not gonna put me on a leash too?"

"No, you're not just a pet Ichigo, and I don't want you to think you are, okay?"

Ichigo suddenly lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's middle and burying his face in his shirt.

"You're awesome, Grimm."

"Hell yeah I am."

Ichigo smirks, looking up at him.

"Arrogant, much?"

"Only when I have reason to be."

Grimmjow unbuckles the collar and gently secures it around Ichigo's neck, the small silver heart with the name 'Ichigo' written on clinking as he does his best to make sure it's as comfortable for Ichigo as it can be.

"Is it okay, it doesnt feel too tight?"

Ichigo nods, a clawed hand coming up to brush against the collar.

"It's fine, Grimm."

Grimmjow scratches behind Ichigo's ear affectionately, Ichigo nuzzling into his hand without hesitation, a content purr rumbling through his chest.

As Grimmjow stares down at the Neko, an odd, warm feeling starts to bubble up in his chest, and it both frightens and excites him at the same time.

He's never felt much affection for anyone or anything before, but already Ichigo seemed to be bringing out the more gentle and frankly calmer side of him, and it's only been one day.

"I usually take the car to work, but it's within walking distance, if that would make you feel more comfortable?"

Ichigo stares up at him, grinning widely enough to show off his fangs.

"Yeah, that would be great."

"Just don't go running off chasing any damn stray cat's or anything."

"I can control myself you know!" Ichigo screeches indignantly.

Grimmjow grabs his wallet and keys from the counter, Ichigo following him out of the front door, and they both head off to work.

The twenty minute walk to Grimmjow's office actually goes a lot smoother than he expected.

He only had to grab onto Ichigo once when the impulsive Neko tried to catch a low flying bird and nearly tumbled head first into a pond.

Ichigo swore angrily at him and swatted at his hand, but surprisingly it didn't make Grimmjow the slightest bit angry.

Instead, he burst out laughing at the scowling Neko, and once he was sure Ichigo wouldn't try to get the poor bird again, he let him go and they carried on walking.

Thankfully the office isn't located on a too busy street, only the odd person walking down the street outside and the odd car slowly passing by. Grimmjow was kind of worried about Ichigo getting startled and running off, or even getting hit by a car in a panic.

The thought of Ichigo getting hurt is one he really doesn't want to think about, it causes something in his chest to ache, so he quickly pushes's it from his mind as he steers Ichigo through the glass double doors and inside the four storey office building.

The lobby area is not packed this morning, just a few men in business suits chatting in one corner near a coffee machine, a petite, dark haired female Neko clinging to the side of one of them quietly.

So Nnoitra was right about the whole bringing Neko's into work being a big thing now, huh.

Grimmjow pauses outside the elevator, carefully watching Ichigo's reaction.

Ichigo nibbles at his claws, his worried eyes avoiding looking directly at the elevator.

"My office is on the third floor, if you're not comfortable with the elevator we can just take the stairs, Ichigo."

Letting his claws fall back to his side, Ichigo shakes his head furiously, a determined look setting on his face.

"No, I need to learn how to cope with stuff like this, I'll be fine."

Grimmjow frowns at him worriedly, but the pair step in when the elevator opens, both of them being the only two inside.

Grimmjow presses the third floor button and it lights up, the metallic doors sliding shut.

As the elevator begins to move, Ichigo's anxiety seems to get too much for him and he hastily grips onto Grimmjow's upper arm tightly, his claws digging in.

Grimmjow winces at the slight pain but doesn't comment on it, aware of how much more terrified Ichigo must be on the inside.

As soon as the elevator dings and the door's start to open, Ichigo throws himself out into the corridor, managing to somehow squeeze his lithe body through the still not fully open doors.

Grimmjow has to wait impatiently for the doors to open more before he rushes out and loops a strong arm around Ichigo's waist pulling him against his chest, the Neko panting and sweating against him.

"Ichigo, you shouldn't have pushed yourself damn it, look at the state you've got yourself in."

Ichigo growls, clinging onto Grimmjow's arm.

"Shut up, I managed to do it, didn't I!"

Grimmjow rolls his eyes at Ichigo's stubbornness, letting the panicked Neko calm back down and catch his breath before loosening his grip on him.

Staring down the long, white washed corridor ahead, Grimmjow can see Ulquiorra further down and out of ear shot, deep in conversation with another employee. His Neko, Orihime, has her arms looped around his slender waist, nuzzling her head happily against his back.

Grimmjow pokes Ichigo in the arm and points at a door only a few feet away from them.

"That's my office."

Ichigo follows closely behind Grimmjow as he unlocks his office door, going inside and flicking on the light switch.

Ichigo's curious eyes rove around, trying to take in every detail of the office as he wanders around it.

Grimmjow closes the door behind them and heads over to his cluttered desk, shifting some sandwich wrappers aside and turning on his computer.

His office itself is pretty big, seeing as Grimmjow is one of the managers working directly under Aizen, and it's complete with it's own huge glass window looking out over the town ahead.

Ichigo happily gazes out of it, his back to Grimmjow as his tail swishes lazily in the air behind him, a sign that he's already much calmer now.

Grimmjow takes the Neko's distraction to quickly tidy up and some-what organize his messy desk.

Knock knock

Grimmjow glances over at Ichigo, who is staring at the still closed door anxiously.

"Hey, it's probably just Ulquiorra, so no jumping out of the window, okay?"

Ichigo hisses and flashes his fangs at him, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"As if I'd do something like that! I'm not a frightened little school girl you know!"

Grimmjow smirks, sitting down on his desk chair and propping his feet up on the metal desk.

"Come in."

As expected, Ulquiorra strides into the room, dressed smartly in a crisp white suit, Orihime still latched onto his waist.

His calm emerald eyes flicker from Grimmjow, finding Ichigo staring at him from near the window, his tail coiled around his leg and his ears slightly down.

Ulquiorra nods at him, patting Orihime on the head.

"I am glad to see you are still in one piece, Ichigo."

"Uh, why wouldn't I be?"

Ulquiorra chuckles to himself, turning to Grimmjow.

"And you have managed to keep your hot temper under control, I have to say I am rather impressed Grimmjow."

"Yeah yeah, I'm real flattered. What do you want?"

"I merely came to see if you had brought Ichigo with you today, and to see how you both where getting on since last night's little incident."

Orihime looks up from Ulquiorra's back, her large wary eyes finding Ichigo.

Ichigo immediately tenses up, watching as Orihime glances up at Ulquiorra, who nods in approval, before she walks towards him.

Unlike Tesla, who would have pounced on him given half the chance, Orihime is much more gentle in her approach, obviously sensing his nervousness, and slowly reaches's out her arm, offering Ichigo the chance to smell her first.

Ichigo hesitates at first, but once he realize's she's not going to lunge at him, he cautiously sniffs at it, finding her sweet scent to be quite comforting to him.

She smiles widely in response, her long dark orange tail swishing behind her.

"My name is Orihime, it's really nice to meet you, Ichigo."

Ichigo smiles, offering his own arm out to her.

"It's nice to meet you too, Orihime."

Orihime giggles, sniffing curiously at Ichigo.

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra watch the pair's exchange, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow.

"How come Neko's like sniffing each other so much anyway?"

"It's a way that they familiarize themselves with each other, much like a handshake or hug would do for us," Ulquiorra answers.

Grimmjow nods in understanding, leaning on his desk.

"Oh, Nnoitra came round with Tesla this morning."

Unfortunately Grimmjow can't hide the hint of anger in his voice at the distress the situation had caused Ichigo.

"I am guessing from your tone it did not go too well?"

"You think? If Nnoitra hadn't been holding Tesla back with a leash he would've been all over Ichigo. Their little visit resulted in a room of feathers that I have to clean up when I get home later, and order a new mattress since he clawed a big damn hole in it."

"I see, well I did not think it would be that much of a problem, but it appears I was wrong in my assumption."

"Yeah well, apparently male Neko's act weird around him, so I'll have to be more careful about that in the future, I don't want him getting that frightened any more."

Ulquiorra stares down at him in silence, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Grimmjow frowns up at him, resting his head on his hands.

"What?"

Ulquiorra hums, before looking away altogether.

"It is nothing."

"Nothing my ass, what was that weird look for?"

Ulquiorra chooses to ignore the question, glancing down at his own silver wrist watch.

"I was going to email you to tell you, but since I am here now, Aizen wished for me to tell you that he wants to see you in his office as soon as possible, and you are welcome to bring Ichigo along with you."

"Huh, how does he know about Ichigo?"

"I told him, obviously. But I should warn you, Aizen has brought Shiro in with him today, so if what you say about Ichigo and male Neko's is true, he can stay in my office with Orihime while you are gone if you wish."

"Whoa wait a second here, are you offering to do me a favour, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow asks, feigning utter shock.

"If you continue to mock me I will easily retract my generous offer."

"Fine fine, no need to get your panties in a twist, damn."

Orihime giggles excitedly, now wrapping her arms around Ichigo and nuzzling against his chest.

"Gosh, I want to hear everything about you Ichigo, now that we're friends!"

Ichigo chuckles, patting her back lightly.

"Uh okay, I guess I don't mind..."

He looks over at Grimmjow, who smiles and get's up from the desk chair.

"Well I have to go and see my boss real quick Ichigo, so you can happily stay with Ulquiorra and Orihime in his office while I do if you want, it's just down the hall."

Ichigo suddenly seems nervous again, averting his chocolate brown eyes from Grimmjow to the flooring below.

"But...how long will you be gone?"

Grimmjow's heart skips a beat as he realizes Ichigo's asking because he'll miss him.

He strides over and catches Ichigo's chin in his fingers, making the Neko look up at him.

"I won't be long, I promise. The only reason I don't think you should come with me is because Aizen's brought his own male Neko in with him today."

Ichigo licks his lips, his eyes flickering down to Grimmjow's own for a spilt second before he tears his gaze away, a slight pink blush dusting his cheeks.

"Oh...okay, Grimm. I guess it would be better for me to stay with Ulquiorra then."

Grimmjow smiles warmly, ruffling Ichigo's spiky hair before walking back to Ulquiorra.

"You better take good care of him while I'm gone, Ulquiorra."

"Please, I think you will find I am far more capable of caring for Neko's than you are."

"God, do you always have to be so insulting you little prick?"

Ulquiorra smirks, gesturing at the pair of Neko's.

"Orihime, Ichigo, please come with me."

Orihime grins and nods eagerly, catching Ichigo's hand in her own and dragging him out of the door.

Ichigo glances back at Grimmjow, who nods reassuringly at him, watching as the big boobed Orihime drags Ichigo down the hall after Ulquiorra.

Ichigo will be just fine, he's in good hands, Grimmjow tells himself.

Even though Grimmjow will never ever admit it out loud, he know's that Ulquiorra is a lot more damn capable of handling Neko's than he is.

He just hopes this stupid surprise meeting with Aizen is over with quickly.

Why do I find a fiery tempered Neko Ichigo so damn adorable?

So second chapter done and dusted, and the sweet feelings are starting to arise between Grimmjow and Ichigo :D

I have an outline in my head of where I'm going to take this story, so hopefully I don't get struck down by stupid writers's block once again!

Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter and thanks for reading!