Disclaimer: I don't own anything Bleach related, only Quincy.
"Whoa!" I shouted scrambling to my feet as Grimmjow attacked.
"Alright Quincy, fight me." He said with a large grin. This guy was pyshco (sp?), but I also had a sinking feeling he still thought I was a Quincy even though I had told him that was my name, not my species.
"I'm not a Quincy and I don't fight." I told him as he attacked again. I jumped out of the way as he put a hole through my floor, yet another thing that was going to have to be fixed. What was he? A human wrecking ball? Well, no he wasn't human. I reminded myself.
"Well you're going to." He said with a large joyous grin. I scowled.
"Let me translate into a language that actually might make it through your thick skull. I can't fight." I growled making sure my bed was between him and me.
"Well that's boring." He grumbled flopping across my bed. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah says the reason I have to stay at my parents' house. Thank the gods they're out of the country." I grumbled.
"Why do you have to stay at your parents' place?" He asked in a bored tone.
"Oh I don't know, maybe the hole where the back wall of my bedroom has something to do with it." I growled tempted to finish shoving my bed the rest of the way through the hole. Grimmjow only rolled his eyes in response. Was it just me or was he extremely annoying? "So how are you planning on going home?" I wondered. He shrugged as he sat up.
"Does it matter?" He countered. Hmm. He had no way home, I had no verification he wasn't going to kill me.
"Alright, I've got a deal for you. You don't try to fight, maim, kill, or otherwise harm me and I'll help you find a way back to Hecto Mundo." I said with a grin hoping it was enough to persway (A/n: sorry I don't know the actual spelling of the word) him to my point of view.
"Really? And how do you plan on doing that?" He asked me with a raised blue eyebrow.
"I don't know. It'll take me sometime to figure it out, but I will." I said happily. I would definitely find him a way home.
"Alright. Whatever." He muttered. I rolled my eyes.
"Well come on help me pack and then we can go to my parents' house." I said as I moved around my bed.
"Who said I was going to help you do anything?" he asked me. I was forced to roll my eyes a second time.
"Gee thanks." I said with heavy sarcasm. "Can you at least get me the duffel from under the bed?" I asked as I pulled clothes out of my dresser and threw them on the foot of my bed.
"Why don't you get it yourself?" He replied. I rolled my eyes and continued throwing stuff onto my bed.
"You know we could probably go on all day with this, so I'm going to grab my toiletries and you grab the duffel." I said as I headed for the apartment bathroom. I grabbed my soap, shampoo, hair brush, and tooth brush before heading back to my room. The duffel bag had been thrown on the end of my bed half-heartedly. With a grin I threw my stuff inside and added more clothes.
"So are you going to get dressed any time soon or are you going to stay like that?" Grimmjow asked. I looked down at my outfit only to find myself still in my pajamas which consisted of nothing more than a tight black tank top and my brown with purple and orange polka dots underwear.
"Why didn't you tell me I wasn't wearing any pants?" I demanded as I dug out a pair of jeans. I slid them on and made sure the tank top covered the top of the jeans, then I went sock hunting and after those were slipped on I slipped on my converse. "Never mind I don't wanna know." I said quickly when Grimmjow opened his mouth to reply. That smirk only meant bad news. "Anyway are you just about ready to go?" I asked as I slid the strap of the duffel bag onto my shoulder.
"I was waiting for you." Grimmjow said standing. I sighed and grabbed my laptop and charger, my phone and I-pod having already been thrown into the duffel bag. Grimmjow and I exited the apartment and headed for my truck in the complex's parking lot.
"What is this hunk of rust?" Grimmjow questioned as we slid inside. I put my computer on his lap and my duffel bag at his feet.
"It's either hunk of junk or bucket of rust and when referring to my truck it's Big Red." I said shutting my door. I started up my truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Big Red? That's lame." Grimmjow grumbled. I sighed as I headed for the back roads to my parents' house. The back roads didn't usually have cops stationed there. Once I was to a place with few cars I sped up to almost racing speeds. If Sawyer was here she'd be having the time of her life. Sadly for me she wasn't and I was stuck with Mr. Stick in the mud.
Luckily with some extreme speeding it didn't take us long to reach our destination. "What the hell was that?" Grimmjow demanded as I pulled into the multiple car garage.
"That was called driving." I answered as I slid out. I went around the other side and pulled out my stuff. "Now come on." I said offering Grimmjow a hand out. He refused and got out himself. I rolled my eyes and headed for the door to the house. Grimmjow followed me.
"Oh Mistress Quincy, I didn't expect you to be here." A soft voice told me.
"No it's ok Marie. It was an unplanned visit." I told the soft spoken, red headed, brown eyed maid. It was a very unplanned visit and all Grimmjow's fault.
"And this boy, is he your boyfriend?" Marie asked. Boy? What boy? I looked around only to see Grimmjow.
"Him?" I asked pointing to Grimmjow. Marie nodded. "Um, I'm sorry Marie, but that would be a hell no. I just met the guy this morning." I said trying not to shout at the young girl.
"Though I did see her in her underwear." Grimmjow said with a grin, he was going to enjoy my psychological torture wasn't he?
"Dude! Do not tell her that!" I shouted. Then I realized that was probably only making the situation worse. "Marie trust me it's not what it sounds like." I tried to explain it all away.
"Really?" Grimmjow asked with a raised eyebrow. "I do believe it happened just as I said it did. I saw you in just your underwear." I was going to die. Simple as that. Hopefully though I could take Grimmjow down with me.
"Correction you saw me in my pajamas." I snapped. Oh my god. Was he always going to be like this? I couldn't wait to pawn him off on someone else, I would still find him a way home, just not while he was around.
"Mistress Quincy would you like me to take your stuff to your room?" Marie asked me.
"No I've got it. In fact you go ahead and take the rest of the day off." That way Grimmjow couldn't fill her head with any more perverted, twisted, or wrong thoughts about he and I. Marie nodded and then I realized something.
"Wait can you see Grimmjow?" I demanded.
"If he is the blue haired boy who saw you in just your underpants than yes, I can see and hear him perfectly well." Marie replied. I couldn't help but grin.
"You know what this means don't you Grimmjow." I asked with a large smile.
"That this is a family full of Quincies even though they're supposed to be extinct." I wanted to face palm so bad.
"One Marie and I aren't even related, and two this means that I am completely normal, there's something wrong with you." I said happily. I was so glad I was still normal and this was all Grimmjow's fault. "Now come on. You'll be staying in the room across from mine." I said as I started up the stairs towards the third floor.
"So who was that girl if she's not related to you?" Grimmjow asked trying to sound uninterested, but I was willing to bed a whole month's allowance he was trying to weasel out of people being able to see him being something wrong with him. I would do the same if I was in his position.
"She works for my 'rents. She hasn't been here that long so I don't know her too well, but the few times I have met her she's been formal, young, and a bit naïve. I answered finding my old room with ease.
I opened the door and looked around. The bed, like in my apartment, was against the wall, the head pressed against the window covered in black out curtains, which bathed the room in a cool twilight. The walls were blood red and black with dark wood accents. There was a black wooden nightstand on either side of my bed. On the left side was a lamp, a book, a couple of notebooks, and my red felt cover journal. On the right side was my lave lamp, I-pod dock, alarm clock, and miscellaneous items. Against one wall was my desk which I placed my laptop on. I threw my duffel on the bed causing a cloud of dust to rise from my black and red comforter.