I just can't stand to let it sit here any longer. It's killing me and I know I won't write more too it so that I leave if off like this. I'm sorry it's so short, I don't even think it hits a 1000 words... :cries: I hope yall like it though.

***JUST AS IN THE FIRST PART! DON"T TELL ME I SPELLED A DAMN THING WRONG! I CHECKED EVERYTHING ON THE EPISODES AND THE WIKI***

Bats and Cats – Part 2

Waking to the sunlight streaming in through the open dark green drapes, I run my hands through the blankets. The warmth is already fading fast, proving to me that he left some time ago. I lift my pale hand to place it over my left breast, as if the pain in my heart could be tangible. It's almost like it's a hard slap in the face, to know he didn't stay a little longer. He must have left before the servants even woke. With ivory sheets pooling around me, I sit there, my own island of despair.

We connected last night, I know we did. So, why run off before I wake? Maybe I presented myself as a needy person. I must be a joke to him. I feel completely and utterly rejected. I can't help feeling these emotions...I'm not a complete snob. Maybe...maybe he just had to be somewhere.

"I feel more alone now, than before," I say aloud as I heave a sigh. Pushing the blankets away, I begin my daily routine. After a quick shower and breakfast, I dress in a fresh ebony suit and walk out the door.

Leaving my extravagant house, I instantly spot the sleek crimson sports car in front of me. A single man stands in front, but when he spots me, he strides closer. He's my height, but surely not as strong. Short blonde hair fans out nicely around his face, while an eyepatch covers one of his light brown eyes. Standing out amongst light skin, is a cerulean stripe from the bridge of his nose to this cheekbone, on the right side under the eyepatch. The plain attire of a completely white suit and black shirt, strikes me as odd. The man pulls the flap of his jacket back to reveal a gun at the ready. "Master Nnoitra wishes to see you." Glaring at him, I take a step back. "I'm permitted to use force if necessary. You wouldn't want to make a scene, would you?"

Glancing around, I take note of all the people, all innocent bystanders. "Fine."

I take my p lace in the passenger seat. Before I can close the door, he reaches in and cuffs my hands behind my back, making it hard to sit back as well as ruining any previous escape plans. Slamming the door, I watch as he walks around the front and sits in the driver's seat. Questions bounce around in the corners of my mind, but one thing stands out, and that's the feeling of fear.

Throughout the ride, my eyes stayed trained on his waist, where the gun rests. In no time at all, the car comes to a stop and he gets out, coming around to get me as well. A small shabby house sits before me, the only sign of life being the light leaking out from behind the curtains in the windows. I'm snatched up by my upper arm and this man walks me up to the house, where he unlocks the door, before we continue inward.

Despite the exterior, the interior of the house is lavished, like one would be in the heart of the city. I know for a fact that I've been brought back to the slums of Seireitei, which is named Hueco Mundo. I'm shoved into what appears would be a living room. The peeling paint is hidden by artwork and a large TV with speakers all around, clearly all stolen.

A door to my left opens to reveal a frightening man. A large white eyepatch rests over his left eye, opposite of his lackey's right. By the look of his attire, I take it that he's Nnoitra. Gray slacks, white shirt, and slim ashen boots adorn his body. Long black hair parts around his face and falls onto his shoulders. A single dark piercing eye is visible from under the rim of his white hat. Grinning, he shows all his teeth, "You brought the correct one, Tesla?"

"Yes Master Nnoitra."

Nnoitra's tall, lanky frame strides over and towers over me. "So you're the one that Grimmjow owns."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "He doesn't own me."

Slender fingers harshly grab at my chin, "He didn't let his fleas beat you into the gravel."

"I don't see where this concerns you."

The slap sends my head jerked to the side along with an aching jaw. "That punk took my turf and I want it back and I know he won't let a thing happen to his pet."