Don't own Bleach only Quincy and Sawyer.
"Time to go shopping." I told Grimmjow as I stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom across from mine. Unlike my room this room was all crème and beige. It was supposed to be open and inviting, I found it sterile and cold, but that could have been because I knew it came straight from a magazine picture.
"What for?" Grimmjow asked. The idea of shopping didn't seem to appeal to him.
"Um… Clothes what else?" I answered rolling my eyes.
"I have clothes." He answered simply.
"Yes, but not normal clothes. Besides we're getting you a uniform to." I said slowly wondering how much of his reply would make me wanna repeatedly hit my head against a wall.
"A uniform of what kind?" He asked cautiously.
"For school. I have a feeling if I left you alone for eight hours I'd come home to dead bodies and a destroyed house." I answered. Though the thought of taking him to school with me was almost as horrifying though it would make it easier to get rid of him, so I could focus on finding him a way home in peace.
"I'm not going." He replied. Was he talking about school, shopping, or both?
"Fine, don't go, you probably couldn't make it anyway." I said turning to walk away.
"What do you mean I couldn't make it?" He growled. I grinned. He took the bait hook, line, and sinker.
"What I mean is you wouldn't last one day let alone however long it takes me to get you home in high school. I mean sure private schools are a wee bit better than public schools, but the material they cover is usually more advanced." I said my back still to him.
"I'm going." He announced.
"Good now that we got the school issue out of the way are you going to join me while I go shopping or not?" I asked.
"Why should I?" He grumbled.
"Because I'd hate to get clothes that didn't fit you, plus if we both go there's a chance we can gage just how well people can see you and all that." I answered. I heard Grimmjow sigh.
"Alright Quincy lead the way." That was going to bug the crap out of me. I mean a lot of people called me Quincy, that was my name after all, but I knew he was only calling me Quincy because he was wholly convinced I was one. I sighed and started towards the garage. Now which car, besides my truck, had the biggest trunk? I glanced at the wall of keys and grabbed the keys for the SUV. And that way if Grimmjow lost his breakfast it wouldn't be all over my recently cleaned floor boards.
"I'm driving." Grimmjow said grabbing the hand that held the keys.
"Um… How 'bout not ever gonna happen? I know how to drive you don't. You're already dead, I'm not and I'd like to keep it that way." I answered trying to pull my hand from his iron like grip. He let go of me and I resisted the urge to flex my fingers to make sure they still had feeling in them. Grimmjow grumbled as he slid into the passenger seat, but I decided to ignore him. Of course when that started to fail I turned on the radio. Fall out boys light 'em up was playing. I turned it up. I was fond of this song. I glanced at Grimmjow who was smiling widely. I turned the radio down so I wouldn't have to shout to be heard over it.
"Do you like this song?" I asked curious. It made me wonder how much music Espadas listened to.
"You call this music?" He asked. Well I was glad he knew what music was.
"Indeed." I answered curious to see where he was going with this.
"Yeah it's alright." He replied thought he still had a wide grin. That gave him away; he enjoyed the song more than he was letting on. I sighed. Why couldn't he just say he enjoyed it?
We made it to the mall without incident and luckily without Grimmjow getting sick. He didn't complain about my driving either, guess he was getting used to it. "What is this?" Grimmjow asked looking up at the four story tall building.
"It's called a mall; it's got better clothing options than Wal-Mart." I answered heading inside. Grimmjow followed me. Once inside I headed straight for Hot Topic.
GRIMMJOW
The blue haired girl before me navigated the "mall" easily as if she'd been there several times before. Her green eyes were fixed in front of her as if she was concentrating on something far away.
"Oi! Blue get your butt over here." A girl's voice shouted. I looked over to see a girl behind the counter of the store we had entered. She had a short pixie cut close to her head, which meant it was only a little shorter than the Quincy's, of white blonde hair, orange eyes, a black t-shirt that clung to her every curve, and short green shorts.
"What do you want?" I growled. She looked me up and down and scoffed.
"Nice shirt now go pick out some real clothes, I wasn't talking to you. QUINCY!" That woman had a set of lungs. Everyone in the store looked at the strange blonde female, everyone except the person whose attention she was trying to get with her outlandish shouting. I sighed and grabbed the Quincy's arm pulling her over to the counter.
"Ow. Grimmjow." She complained as I let her go. She rubbed her arm. "Check your strength at the door would ya?" She pouted. The blonde girl was now glaring at me.
"Don't touch Quinn." The blonde one growled at me.
"Oh, Sawyer, I didn't know you were working today." The Quincy said finally noticing the girl.
"Yeah, my shift's almost over. So what are you doing here?" The blonde girl asked.
"Getting clothes for Grimmjow. He's a transfer who didn't pack any clothes he won't get picked on for, and me being his host, I have to fix the problem." The Quincy lied easily.
"I didn't hear we were getting transfer students." Sawyer said.
"Only one and it was supposed to be a surprise. They didn't want girls swarming him." The Quincy again lied.
"So why'd they ship him home with you?" Sawyer questioned.
"Everyone knows I'm not the type of girl to get swept up by how hot a guy is." The Quincy answered.
"I know you're lying Quinn, what I want to know is why." Sawyer told Quincy frowning.
Quincy sighed. "I'm lying because you won't believe the truth. I hardly believe it." She informed her friend.
"Alright, I'll buy your lies for now, but you better tell me the truth eventually." Sawyer said before rounding on me. "Hurt Quinn and I'll be forced to kill you." She growled. I scoffed, as if she could.
"So, you wanna help us Sawyer? You're more up to date on the latest fashions." Quincy asked casually.
Sawyer smiled. "I'd be happy to help you." She told Quincy. I rolled my eyes as Quincy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the shop. "So what kind of clothes are you looking for?" Sawyer asked. I had a feeling even if I said something it would only go in one ear and out the other.
"Any t-shirt that hides the hole in his stomach." Quincy grumbled though I really doubted if anyone was supposed to hear that or not.
"What hole?" Sawyer asked in surprise as she once again looked me up and down. Quincy looked at me seemingly alarmed. Though it was a bit concerning that she couldn't see my Hollow hole.
"Do you see my mask?" I wondered. Could the shift between worlds have turned me human? I sure as hell hoped not.
"What mask?" Sawyer once again questioned before turning to a rack of clothes.
"I guess people perceive you as a regular human. It means less lying, but it is worrisome. Just what the hell is causing all this?" Quincy whispered to me, probably so Sawyer wouldn't hear her.
"What the fuck do you mean perceive? How do you know that I haven't turned into a human?" I growled.
Quincy giggled. "I know you're still an Espada because I can see you're mask and Hollow hole. You shouldn't doubt yourself." She said grabbing my hand and putting it up to my mask. "See? It's still there." She said with a grin. She dropped my hand and joined Sawyer in picking out clothes.
"What do you think of this Grimmjow?" Quincy asked holding out a black t-shirt that said I bite in big bold red letters. She had only known me for about four hours and she already knew me too well. I only grinned in reply.
The three of us spent hours shopping going to different stores. "Are we done yet?" I grumbled as my stomach growled.
"I have to stop by the salon to get me a new dye color and then we're going to the food court for lunch before we head home." Quincy said with a sigh.
"New dye color, but I thought you just put the blue in last week." Sawyer said in surprise.
"Yeah, but no way do I want to be mistaken for this idiot's relative." The Quincy answered jerking her thumb in my direction when she said this idiot.