So, I kinda dropped this fanfic for a bit in favor of Ulquiorra *swoons* *Q*... *cough* Anyway, it's probably a bit late, but hopefully I'm gonna get this chapter out today, if not, sometimes this week. The finals are up~ School's almost over, thank god. I'm sad cause my senior friends are graduating and I won't get to see them anymore ;~;...

Enough sobbing now v.v sorry bout that.

Grimmjow:"You saying that stupid bat is more alluring than me?"
Author:*drinks tea and whistles nervously*
Kei: *pours sake instead of tea* "Author does not own any part of bleach." *drinks*
Grimmjow:"Share some sake there oni."
Kei:"NU!"
Grimmjow:"You damn woman... Come here." *goes towards Kei*
Kei:*sticks tongue out at Grimmjow* *two fights in corner*
Author:*drinks tea calmly*
*from far away*
"YOU DAMN BITCHHHHHH"
"YOU *^&%#&#%^ YOU AIN'T GETTING NO %^# %#&*"
Kisuke:"You lost them."
Author:*shrugs* "Want to sit down and have some tea and cream puffs?"
Kisuke:"Eh? Nice..."
*Cero blasts out of no where*
Author:"MY CREAM PUFFS COME HERE BOTH OF YOUUUU" *Stomps towards the two*"BITCHES COME HERE AND DIEEEEEEEEE."
*atomic bomb goes off*
Kisuke:*drinks tea* "Refreshing."

Sorry this is a bit late... I'm lazy... T-T


Grimmjow woke up in a seemingly normal bedroom. He's laying on a seemingly normal bed, and the seemingly normal wall-to-floor window allowed the moonlight to peak in. It all seemed perfectly weak and easily broken until Grimmjow tried to kick his way out through the wall. Not even a dent appeared, much less the hole the sixth espada was hoping for. All the panther gotten for his trouble was a ripple in a golden wall and a sore foot. Whatever they did to this room, they were not going to keep him inside, not if he's going to get serious. Grimmjow thought with an angry smile, when he get out of this cursed room, there was going to be hell to pay. They will all suffer and die. Raising his fist, the prisoner punched at the window. Nothing. Whoever did this was good, but not good enough. The hollow thought smugly. He was going to get through, no ifs ands or buts about it.

"Tsk." He wasn't about to give up that easy. standing at the window, he tried a punch, the wall rippled again, mocking him. Unable to stand the humiliation, he tried to use a cero blast, but nothing came out. Confused and a little scared, Grimmjow looked wildly around before trying to pick up the bed. Nailed down, he noted sourly, that wasn't going to stop him from ripping the thing out of the ground. To his shock and fear, the bed stayed where it is, leaving the room peacefully in place.

"Kuso, what's wrong with this place." Grimmjow growled, feeling humiliated.

That feeling grew when a feminine laugh rung through the air, and Kei stepped out of the shadows by his prison's door. Silver head shaking in laughter, she manage to stop and put a smirk on her face, "Well, Kisuke's product is working well, and Tessai's kido is top notch." The woman stares at the man with amusement.

"Having fun there?" She said teasingly. "Now, if you promise you will play nice, perhaps we'll let the kitty out of the cage."

"I will strangle you the first thing I get out of this room, mark me on that you damn bitch." Grimmjow screamed, slamming against the barrier in front of Kei's face.

"Sounds enjoyable." The woman before him mused airily. Leaning back on her heels with a wicked smile upon her lovely face. Kei winks at him, suggestively yet mockingly and turns to walk away.

"Don't shit with me." It's a slightly flustered and angry panther that screamed, face pressed against the barrier.

"But it's so much fun." The silver-haired woman laughed as she walked away, "You know, if you want to make it hard, go ahead. I have time."

As she leave, a pair of angry blue eyes followed, ready to spit fire. Her laughter remains in his ear. The man sits down on the bed, plotting his revenge.


Grimmjow wakes up from his dreams to see his captor perched steadily on one side of the bed. Perhaps it's a bad thing that he is getting used to seeing the woman at the most unexpected times. Like when he saw her standing outside his rather large window while he's changing, or that time sitting on top of his chest when he was asleep. The demon has been disturbing his life for days, the espada sighs. The worst, had to be when he was sleeping one night and woke up to Kei eating something wrapped in green. When he opened his mouth to curse at her, the woman had the audacity to stuff the thing in his mouth.

But he has to admit, that did shut him up. Yet her way of wearing down his patience is working. It's not as if Grimmjow has a handy supply of the particular virtue either.

So when, for the fifteenth time in just as many days, Kei is once again invading his space, the prisoner begun to fantasize about how he would murder the woman. The panther sighed, rubbed his face, and glared at the woman.

"Sweet dreams kitten?" The woman practically purred, a rare sweet smile on her face. Perhaps in another situation, finding a beautiful woman staring sweetly at him in the morning on his bed would have made him feel quite satisfied. Yet in this instant, Grimmjow would love to put his hands around the woman's lovely neck and squeeze until the merry expression is off her face. Or he can push her down and bite her lips and... He shook his head, what the hell is he thinking about here?

"There's a fine line between hate and love." Grimmjow thought back to when he walked in on Nel and Nnoitra a long time ago while dragging Sola away to find a more private spot, "A very fine line..." for the first time since he knew her, Nel had a easy smirk on his face, and for the first time ever, Nnoitra wasn't trying to snap Nel's neck in half. The panther stared, shocked as he perceived the new found couple with their hands entwined.

"Had fun daydreaming?" Her voice brought him out of the digression. Looking at her taunting expression, his anger raised.

Nope, not in a million years. It must simply be the desire to rattle her.

"For the fiftieth time, I have nothing to tell you." Grimmjow snaps.

"How about this, espada-san." Kei said with mock formality. Smirking, she pokes the man's forehead with a finger. "If I give you back your lost arm, would you tell me what I need to know?" Her eyes gazed at him levelly, and runs her gaze up and down, studying his posture and act "From what I see, you miss it dearly."

The panther's head snapped to him, eyes widened. "You are lying." The man said quietly.

Her expression was half a smirk, half a smile. Grimmjow cursed himself for losing his composure. He was going to pay dearly for that. The man grimaced as he watched Kei lean back and joint her fingers together.

"Tell me all about an arrancar's abilities and Aizen's plans." She ignored his accusation and demanded. The proud bitch, Grimmjow thought, if she was lying he will break her neck, somehow...

"I don't believe you." There was no way he would allow her to press him against a wall in a conversation. The sixth leans close to Kei's face and growled. "Prove that you can heal me. I will not be tricked. What I want to know," the one armed man said proudly, "Is how a unskilled bitch like you claim to be able to do something like that."

"I'll show you, once," Kei purred, unaffected by the insult, "you tell me what I want to know."

"I refuse, I don't fucking believe you." Grimmjow said, slowly this time, "If, you had the ability to do this, and I doubt you do, you wouldn't be offering to heal your enemy."

Kei returned his stare and shot back in the same tone, "My full trust lies in Kisuke as well as myself. Not only do I think that Kisuke's inventions happen to work very well so that your suppressed spiritual power render you so powerless that even if I restore your arm you would still be unable to do damage, but I also happen to think," she pauses and touched the blade that is strapped around her waist, "that I would be able to handle you even if you do have your two arms. If all else fails, I will have to cut that arm off again."

Arrogant, yet logical, Grimmjow thought, insulted by her brutal underestimation of his abilities. That will be fixed, but first, he needs his arm back. Grimmjow assess the woman before him. Some reverse psychology, the sixth thought, and she would be in his hands. "I still doubt you."

Kei raises her chin and set her jaw. He is baiting her, but she has to take it anyway. The silver haired woman smiles in amusement and let her clear voice ring out.

"Try me."