Sorry to cut this shorts peeps but I didn't want to over use this idea. I mean come on, gangs? Ob-vi-ous Nonetheless enjoy the end to this short story.

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Bats and Cats

Part 3

Glaring at the figure, that intends to hurt the man I'm falling in love with, I keep my face void of all emotion. "So tell me...Ulquiorra right?" I nod. "Tell me, if he doesn't own you, who are you seeing?"

"A girl by the name of Orihime."

Tesla glances at me, before speaking to his "master". "Orihime is the infatuated girl that left him here."

I feel my eyes widen slightly, causing Nnoitra to laugh. "We know all about you. Where you go to work, who your friends are, your family, your enemies...You can't escape us." The man grins wide, "Get him back in the car Tesla, we need to pay Jaegerjaquez a visit."

"Yes sir."

I'm spun around and shoved back out the door, Tesla at my heels. I take the seat in the back and Nnoitra slides in beside me, while Tesla drives, naturally. The metal rubs at my wrists and I'm sure they're bleeding or at least they'll have welts. The short drive is filled with silence and tension so thick, you could touch it. Surprisingly enough, the sun is slowly retreating from it's perch in the sky, indicating how far away the slums really are from the main city...honestly, it's sad. I let my thoughts continue to drift to Grimmjow and his actions. They aren't the best, but I still find myself wanting him. I'm sure everyone is expecting me to settle down with that girl, but I find myself disgusted by her weakness...probably because I have enough of my own. Grimmjow has none that I can see, he holds himself in the highest state, far away from weakness. Maybe I'm too weak for him?

Jerking to a halt, Tesla exits to let Nnoitra out, followed by dragging me out. Walking around the side of the car, I'm placed between the two men while looking at six across from us. Nakeem, Edrad, Di Roy, Yylfordt, and Shawlong stand behind Grimmjow, ready for a fight, almost anticipating one. A steeled, yet cocky, gaze connects with the sinister man to my right, sending Grimmjow one right back. "I have your property and you have mine Jaegerjaquez."

"He's not mine. I guess your bitch was wrong!"

To my left, Tesla tenses, while Nnoitra outright laughs. "Is that so?" Snapping toward me, a hand cups my chin, fingers digging into the flesh around my jaw. The sound of a cap popping off of it's container fills my ears as liquid drains into my mouth. The foul taste alights my taste buds, but a hand clamps forcefully over my mouth and nose, forcing me to swallow if I want to breathe. Coughing, I'm pushed against Nnoitra's side, making sure I don't drop, wanting to claw at my throat. Tesla reaches behind me and unlocks the cuffs, letting them fall. Fingers weave into my hair, keeping me upright and filled with pain. "If he's not yours then you won't mind him dying."

A heavy sigh, "All this because you want property?"

"We're sick of you Jaegerjaquez. This poison was made by your dear Yylfordt's brother, Szyael. We both know he'll be dead in minutes if you don't cooperate."

A jerk of my hair sends me looking up at the vile man, his arm still keeping me standing. Shoving me forward, I can only stand for a few steps until I fall face first onto the cement, gravel digging into my skin. Fire rages through my blood, making me want to die just so that it'll stop. I can feel the sweat beading along my hairline, proving to me that it's not all in my head.

"Disappear and never show your face again...and I'll let you have the antidote."

I watch as Grimmjow reaches into the flap of his shirt and tosses a simple automatic pistol onto the ground. Showing he has nothing more on him, he strides the few steps toward me. Lifting me up into his lap, his gaze softens as it locks onto my own eyes. "I'm...sorry I'm so...weak..." I manage to get out of my raw throat, in between coughing fits.

Stroking my cheek, a smile slips onto his lips, "You're not weak Ulquiorra...I'm just stupid." Cradling me against him, he turns his attention back to Nnoitra and Tesla. "Fine...I'll be gone the second you hand it over."

More laughs. "I'm not stupid Jaegerjaquez. Leave and then he'll get it. Do us all a favor and fade away from existence."

My head lolls to the side just as a revolver is produced form the inside of Nnoitra's jacket. As I grip at the cloth above my heart, I look back to Grimmjow, fear and weakness fogging up those clear, cerulean eyes. Two shots ring out, forcing my hearing to vanish for a moment, while my ears pop. Reaching up, I run my hand over Grimmjow's chest, half expecting my hand to return with blood.

Instead, his strong, warm hand grips onto my own before he lifts me up, one arm around my back and the other under my legs. Yylfordt and Di Roy purposefully stalk over to the dead bodies and begin searching them. Looking up to Grimmjow, I see a grin plastered on his face.

His lackeys...no, his friends never planned on letting anyone die in the first place, well, except for the two on the ground.

Yylfordt returns to hand Grimmjow a small tube, the insides a nasty green color. Letting it drain into his mouth, he presses his lips against mine, forcing me to drink the disgusting stuff. Pulling away he grins, "So you want me to take you home?" Thinking about it, I shake my head. "What?"

"I'm home already."

"I don't get it."

"I want to live with you...if that's okay. Especially if there's more goons out there."

Grimmjow laughs, throwing his head back before capturing my lips again, "You're priceless. But as long as you're happy, I won't complain."

"...I'm happy with you."

With snickers from his gang, he shoots them all a warning glance before carrying me off. Normally, I'd protest and throw a fit about it. But, I don't mind being weak if I have Grimmjow there...even if I did think he was trash.