Irah's Note: So It's been some time since I updated this story and I apologize for that *kicks self* I would like to thank Bonnie Fritz and eternal-pureblood for taking their time out to review my story even if it hasn't been updated in so long lol :D also thank you to Lil Mexican for looking it over I really appreciate that :D and xfang-girlx I hope you like it! XD

Umm don't have anything else to say besides This chapter took a lot of thought to upload, don't ask me why, and it's long but that's how I like all my stories...long (that's what she said) and not boring lol anywho show me some love for the f*cking hard work gosh! lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or It's characters only My OC Aleya

(My mistake this is chapter five not four...I was in a bit of a rush) also the lyric to Le's ringtone is Benny Benassi - Cinema (Skrillex remix)

Now if you must, please enjoy :D *bows out the way* lol

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Chapter Five

"Damn…it's like a maze in here!" observing the piece of paper written in obvious bold letters 2-A. She still couldn't find the class, better yet follow the mini-map of the school. After flipping the paper countless of times as if it was ever going to change, she deemed it worthless. She turned to music after stuffing the page in the front pocket of her uniform jacket. She started listening to 'Boundary Line' by her favorite Japanese band Ecosystem on her Ipod. Her shoulder was wrapped in a bandage now, still cruel to shift whenever she moved it a specific way. Giving up hope and bolshie enough not to ask for someone to direct her in the destination she needed to be in less than two minutes, she leant against the nearest locker, "fuck this…I'm going home…" talking more to herself.

"Giving up already?" a stoic voice was heard but was soon dismissed now that she started lip syncing the lyrics. Japanese wasn't her native language but she studied the language back in U.S from watching anime series constantly and their rock music was so much better.

She still looked to the ceiling, her ears flooded by the rock melody that related too much to her disposition. Humming the song lyrics now that she got weird looks from passing students, she didn't see the beau leant on the lockers next to her until she felt a strange heat near her own. She looked to her left shoulder then to her right, catching the gaze of the subtle sapphires staring back at her.

Jumping back and startled by his intent look, she didn't know whether to run or vault into him holding her breath. Intuitively she got lost in the islands of water, letting her heart flow with the waves that they generated to only come back to her truth whenever he blinked.

"Something in my eyes now?" he spoke.

She stood in silence, cluttered in the poetic amassment spinning in her head. The music that hammered against her eardrum and the lyrics his eyes manufactured brought her in a trance, like staring into pendulums while his voice brought her to him. Unknowingly her lips were on a mission to reach his.

"Oi!" his face was an inquisitive expression, wondering why she was attempting to osculate his lips.

She saw his mouth move but couldn't hear what he was saying. She just read what she could receive which wasn't much. His enthralling eyes held her captive in seconds, "…I want to get lost in them…" muttering to herself, still closing in on him.

His face was flushed. He didn't know what to do now that she was reaching for him. Students around them stopped what they were doing to stare at the two. Some starry eyed to even see The bad-ass Grimmjow kiss a girl in front of them, more so just to see any type of intimate action out of their boring school lives. The majority remained quiet, faintly plaguing Le's name out of jealousy or because it was the righteous thing to do in their eyes.

…Right.

Inadvertently he kissed her to get it over with. Her eyes were slightly open, still looking to the spirit that drifted through his irises. It took the song to end for her to come back to the veracity of this issue: that her lips were now pressed against the guy she crashed into not too long ago.

She didn't mind, he is good looking, his face is strikingly graceful and he has the body to enfeeble a light heavyweight boxer. So why complain? But being the woman she is, she always like things the hard-way.

Her eyes opened wide while his were still looking to her, "The hell?" jumping back once again.

He remained where he stood still leaning to where her face use to be, "What flavor is that?" he smirked, the late bell of the school ringing in the background, "that must be a new one," he licked his lips, tasting her fruity luster that now became a part of him.

There was a ringing slap against his face, causing more students to look where they stood for a moment then back to their business once Grimmjow turned his focus slowly back to her.

A smug grin surfaced on his phizog.

He took her injured arm by the wrist resulting in her flinching, snatching her to walk with him to the roof-top. She didn't fight against him, she didn't want to cause a scene and be the root of the embarrassment to even try fighting someone as muscled bound as he was. She looked to the many faces they passed that were curious to know what caused their eager movement, until they were in the clear, "Is everyone this nosey?"

"Listen you little bitch!" pushing her against the railing lined along the roof of the school, his nose rubbing against hers, "I'm only going to warn you once since yer the new kid on the block but do not…and I mean…do not put your fucking hands on me if you don't have a death wish, you get me!" slamming his hand on one of the countless bars next to her head adding emphasis to his madness.

She could create a propaganda of how she wasn't scared. She was in the wrong and she'll be a lying if she said she wasn't terrified. It wasn't her intention to lay a hand on him but he stole a kiss from her, to be exact it was her first kiss. She looked at her handprint reddened on his face, "You stole a kiss from me you bastard!"

"No! You stole a kiss from me freak!" he smirked now, easing his body closer, "I just helped you to achieve it since you couldn't reach my lips,"

She didn't know whether to believe him or not since she didn't remember ever running into him, only gaining conscious when their lips already connected. Well actually, she did recall looking at him, at all of him. She rubbed the back of her head in loss, avoiding any further arguments, "At least it was a good kiss,"

He looked at her shocked, he was expecting more from the random girl but her reaction completely baffled him.

She looked at his disconcerted expression. Evidently he was startled which caused her lips to pull back on her teeth in a smug grin, "Don't get your hopes up love, I was only aware of it till the end," walking pass him to the door.

"So how can you make a judgment based off being half awake?"

"Eh?" turning to face him as he walked by, "well for one…you didn't say I was bad, and two you went in for it so I must be attractive in some way right?"

He was never the out wordily one. He was more of a reactor than someone to think things through. She didn't know him all too well to know that when his face blushed it was a once in a lifetime deal. He stopped to look behind him, "Huh?"

"Well aren't you the shy type!" she laughed walking by him now, "and besides I never met a guy who just kisses a random gir- I mean woman!"

He recovered from the terrifying blush and smirked, thanking whoever it was in the heavens above that Ichigo and Renji wasn't there to witness such an expression on his face. The Almighty Grimmjow blushing? Heh! Never! "To be frank, you're the GIRL that bumped into me," still walking behind her until her footsteps came to a halt.

"Oh and another thing…" turning to yank him by the collar to her face, balancing out the height difference between them, "you ever grab me like that again, I'll chop your balls off…" moving closer to his face, the tip of her nose rubbing against his, wearing a sinister smirk similar to his, "you get me?"

Grimmjow heard her alright. In fact he thought she ran away from an asylum in the U.S escaping to Japan by what she said alone. Just his luck to run into such a woman, she was too good to be true. Gorgeous face, long toned legs, silky hair, beautiful frame, and a voice that flowed like water, but her attitude is horrible to be a woman. A black widow more than a butterfly.

She took his traumatic expression as an affirmative and started walking down the steps attempting to find her class once more. Not expecting to find another home in someone.

"Yo Grimmjow!" footsteps rushed up the steps towards them. The two of them waited to see the source of the hurrying footfalls. Then a head of crimson hair was in Aleya's view running up the steps to stand in front of them, out of breathe.

She gasped. The same starry eyed look she got from bumping into her…associate. After spending time in the beauty shop against her will she picked up a fancy for liking unusual hair. First it was Grimmjow now her next victim…"Awesome hair color!" she yelled.

Lying on the hood of her car, she opened her eyes to the light drizzle staring into the dark cloudy pink sky that looked too beautiful for words to explain. One of the reasons why she liked being alone was when she started thinking about the past.

The good times as anybody in the crew said.

Grimmjow stood behind Aleya and the red head stood in front of her, breathing calmed down, and looking past her amazed expression to Grimmjow's natural scowl, "Tch, I forgot how fast word gets around here,"

"What the hell! I thought you was about to fight some chick," catching his breath again, "…I ran as fast as I could," He looked to Le, grabbing her shoulders, attempting to shake her out of her gazing eyes, "Are you okay?"

"Hmph," Grimmjow remembered that look from this morning, it was only natural for him to think that her hands would now run through Renji's spiked pony tail in the matter of seconds, "That's not going to work," crossing his arms leaning on the railing of the stairs.

"What are you talki-"

Her hands were in the side of his hair by the time he could finish, "Such beauty…why do you have your hair in this ghastly pony tail?" she grabbed for the hair-tie only for him to jump back, "dude your hair is your glory! Let it be free!"

"No!" his back to the wall, "do you have any idea how long it took me to do this?"

She walked closer to him, staring at his hair more than his quizzical mug.

"Back away woman!"

It went unheard to the blatantly determined Aleya. Grimmjow, being the only witness to the words, laughed within himself.

Renji saw how close she was getting. The more her hand rose the more he slid to the side, "Oi! Grimmjow! Help me out!"

Staying where he glued himself to watch, his laugh intensified. Renji was helpless. She was too close for comfort when her bust was now on his chest and her hand on the hair-tie. Before he had any say she yanked it loose. Countless clanking against the floor was heard, other than Renji's breathe huffing more infrequent due to two hours of his time in the mirror wasted, to what held his hair to perfection was now on the floor.

Grimmjow the first to speak in the awkward silence, "I counted 25 bobby pins," leaning off the railing to walk down the flight of stairs.

Renji's hair flowed gracefully on his shoulders, moving to an unknown wind. Aleya, being so quick to jump, put her nose to his scalp, grabbing the side of his head rubbing her face into his hair, "Smells so good! And so soft! So refreshing!"

Grimmjow stopped in his footsteps seeing how close she was to Renji, "I hope you know we're in school,"

"…His hair…" taking in a large whiff of the mouthwatering smell she found somewhat alluring and yet weird, "…so good!" she sighed out.

Renji couldn't move. He was stuck between a wall and 36 inch busts. Not that it bothered him that some random babe was leaning against his body in such a way, he was still exasperated by his hairstyle being destroyed by one single tug, "I have to go to class now," his face in competition with his hair in color.

She smelled him one last time before gaining her composure and fixing her school uniform, "I'm so sorry about that…that must've been awful for you!"

Renji tried hard enough to look anywhere but her face, "I-it's no big deal," looking towards the ceiling then to the floor.

She picked up the pins from the floor handing them over to Renji who now looked to the ceiling hiding his red cheeks, "I'm Aleya Shinel, I'm new here," she smiled, running her fingers through his hair one more time before he did the same.

Due to the pin clipped on her hair he found most pleasing to look at, a snake wrapping around the pin itself with red gems for eyes, "Yeah…," starry eyed himself now, "…I can tell,"

She laughed from the memories playing in her head. After that incident, mostly all the girls in high school hated her while a handful were inspired. It's not like she cared what people thought about her. She's one to wear a clown suit to school and walk around with her head held high as if she still 'got it' This kind of mentality caught a few interest and mostly because of her sense of humor.

Oh how she wished things could turn out better than expected but she knew the bumps in the road of her journey were just beginning. The thought of running to her mom with her problems would have been usual for any mother and daughter relationship…especially with Aleya, but that wasn't right, If only her dad was here.

"I miss you," a whimper of words she spoken into the sky receiving nothing but rain back. This type of weather was mystical yet so gentle. As though her rhetorical question was answered by a simply answer, a heavy rain-drop landed on the corner of her right eye, streaming down into her ear. She could've thought of it as a coincidence but she didn't, "You're crying for me huh?" lazily smirking. She was talking to herself, questioning her own sanity. The sky can't talk back and there's no possible way that laugh will ever grace her ears again, it was impossible for the dead to speak to the living.

That family trip to leave for the cruise came when she lived back in the U.S with her dad. She saved all of her allowance so her parents didn't spend a dime on her no matter how much they begged. Her father saw this as a blessing while her mom thought she was acting too much like her father, and older brother. The weekend did come and so did the day to go to six flags. That exact day was the day her father went missing, the next day they searched for him calling his phone, his racing crew, the garage he owned, and even the woman that her mom suspected to be his courtesan when she was really his loyal secretary that didn't enjoy men in that fashion.

A day after no reply, they filed a missing person report. A week later they got a call stating that they found a black 1970 Dodge Challenger in a ditch around a tree, the man driving the machine just so happened to be Alan Shinel…her father.

Still lying across the hood of her car she put an arm over her eyes, holding back the stinging tears that ran down the side of her face.

Would her life have been different if her father was still walking this earth? Most definitely…they would have never left the life they had back in the United States. She would've still been with her friends and closer to her family in Colorado. She loved her friends here in Karakura and she was grateful to have them, but a major part will always stay missing and she can never get that back.

A recognizable melody started playing as her phone started vibrating on her bare stomach.

I could watch you for a lifetime, my favorite movie.

A thousand endings, you mean everything to me,

I never know what's coming, forever fascinating

But you don't stop running, for me cuz I'll always be waiting,

You are…My cinema

Lachrymose enough to put a Shakespeare play to shame she cleared her throat hesitant to pick up. Fixing her voice so she didn't sound like she was bawling over her past, she picked up anyway, "Hello?"

"Where you at?" a casual baritone spoke in demand.

"At the usual,"

"We're heading that way after we get something to eat…I got the lowest points tonight so I'm buying, want something?"

"Nah I'm good," still looking to the passing storm.

"What's wrong?" his voice still insensitive, but still considerate to ask about the sadness he heard in her voice. He's been around her long enough to know what was wrong with her through text messages, so how could he not know over the phone? Clearing her throat wasn't going to change that.

"Seriously Grimm, you scare the hell out of me when you do that,"

"I don't like to be lied to. You of all people should know that,"

She heard a gentle soprano in the background. For an odd reason it brightened her spirits. That could be her laughing instead of crying, "Bringing someone home tonight?"

"Yeah…she's too busy amazed at the menu in the diner,"

This brought a slight chuckle to her face. Without any knowledge he just brightened her light without much effort in cheering her up or she was just acting out to the point it was obvious by now. Nevertheless, it was one of the reasons why he was called her backbone, "I'm good…I don't have an appetite at the moment,"

There was a pause, she heard her friends talking in the background about tonight's events but she didn't hear Grimmjow speaking with them. She already knew what was going to be said.

"We'll talk when I get there," hanging up before she could respond to him.

She brought the phone slowly away from her ear, staring at the contrivance. She seen Renji sent a text message asking where she was, the same with Halibel, "Seriously…why are they so worried about me?" laughing at their concerns for her.

It was already three in the morning and yet she didn't notice how time passed so fast then again the simple answer was physics. "Time goes by so fast when having fun," she spoke, groaning out of sheer aggravation.

She lifted her upper body to rest her head between her knees, stretching her back to sitting up, taking in the noise of waves crashing against the shore. The rain stopped, she wasn't drenched in water, and surprisingly her phone wasn't either. Her heels were off by this point, there was no reason for them. Instead she pulled out a pair of black flip-flops in from her back seat to walk on the beach near the lifeguard post watching the gentle shore. The storm was slowly fading away from where she was posted on the vacant beach. Everything was visible.

"We'll talk again," settling into the tall seat, as another drop fell just inches away from her face onto the sand before her.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Ichigo sat across the table from Orihime. She fiddled with her fingers stuck in her own thoughts as well as Ichigo. Soon as she stepped into her apartment she changed out of the pejorative lace dress that she was forced to wear against her will and slipped on something more comfortable, something only an age challenged woman would ever wear. The air was tense, hard for her to breathe now that he was here. She didn't know how to start talking to him or even tell him how deep her feelings are for him.

"So Le told me you needed to tell me something,"

His voice caused an avalanche of anxiety to take control of her heavy heart. The lights were dimmed, the mood was set, so why is it that her heartbeat seemed like the loudest in the room?

Orihime looked to his intimidating warm eyes. They looked soft, when she stared long enough she noticed a touch of sadness behind them. She spoke nervously, thinking that she's making a fool of herself already, "I uh…I don't know how to word this," At this point she acquired a taste for silence. What was she to do? The man she wanted to show all her affection to was sitting directly across from her. She could talk a mile a minute to someone else whenever he was the subject of the conversation, but in his vision she was lost, quiet, hidden. The air seemed cold but her body was hot, her hands were sweating but her tips were freezing.

…So this is how it feels?

He spoke again, "You don't have to word it correctly just shoot for it,"

She looked to him, her face flustered but he couldn't see, "I…I'm uhh…" her head rose and she looked into the depths of his eyes, "I'm in love with you,"

Ichigo returned the warm gaze smiling to her still with a hint of sadness on his façade. Maybe it's slowly starting to hit him that Le actually left him. Well they weren't together for her to leave him but he thought otherwise. He felt they belong together. They complimented each other so well only to be awakening rudely by the reality of their last kiss they shared with each other. But she wanted to end things between them, only to sugar coat it by handing him over to Orihime like leftovers. Still giving her the gentle smile she favored, "That wasn't so bad right?"

It was to her. In fact it was horrible to say since her heart was beating to the point her chest started to hurt. She had no direction to run to in this situation. Where her heart would go depended on what he was going to say back to her.

The suspense was tearing at her stomach. The night air flew right through her, she felt like she was no longer there, "No it wasn't I guess,"

He slid around the table to her side, taking a moment to look into her eyes before he wrapped his arms around her waist. Was this all because he needed a familiar hug from the way he was feeling? Or the verity that he didn't know how to tell her that he was in love with Aleya. In his mind he imagined how it will happen, she'll probably cry into his chest or she'll look at him with those puppy dog eyes that'll drag him down the heaviest guilt trip he ever trekked down. He couldn't fix his mouth to say the words which resulted in his embrace.

Orihime, unsure of what to do, could die in his arms with no regrets. Her every though would revolve around his arms clasped around her saying she fulfilled her youthful life just by this touch…his touch.

Ichigo held her as she rests her ear to his chest, "I…well…" she retracted her words for a better use of them, "I know I can't bring to the table what Aleya brought. But I'm willing to make things work with you if you are too,"

He heard her words but it still didn't assure him. At least he wasn't ready to be convinced. It was yesterday that he thought of the words to say to Aleya. Being around her always enhanced his emotions towards her. He wanted to wait for the right moment to tell her how much he loved her but being the woman she was…It'll only end in heartbreak…on his part. People always want someone they can't have and Ichigo fitted that percentage to the fullest.

Instead of rejecting her of any romantic ties together, he approached her words in a more lucid manner, "Yeah, I'm willing to see where this would take us,"

Her eyes grew wide. Her heart stopped then started to beat too fast, vibrating underneath her rib cage. She cuddled her face into his neck while he held her tightly. He stroked her chin with his finger bringing her face to his. The action proved to be reluctant to do so but it was already selected.

Ichigo didn't plan on kissing her for this long but he needed to get Le out of his mind…out of his system. She threw him to Orihime so why not take a chance with her? It's not like she was hideous he was just use to the rebellious attitude that Le had, she was the total opposite of Le, it was like knowing a completely different person. Change can be good. He thought.

Their kiss started to get deeper. Orihime changed from the timid paramour to a passionate mistress, leading over his height by straddling across his long legs. One gesture led to another as he started to survey her mouth as well. Her hands grabbed his, bringing them underneath her shirt groping her highly blessed and matured heavy breast.

He pulled away from her kiss, sighing her name, "Inoue…" she kissed him again, "…we don't have to do this," His words meant nothing since she still kissed his lips. He accepted the caress once then pulled away further, "Are you sure about this?" he asked staring into her closed eyes lids, slowly opening.

She stopped now. She sensed he was off and of course he would be. She just told him how she felt about him on top of that Le broke off their 'agreement'. It was also to the fact that since she just said that she loved him she was already over his body, wanting him in her bed, "You're right, maybe we should wait," a pink shade covering across her nose.

Ichigo just smiled hugging her waist, resting his ear to her chest, "Thank you for understanding," he spoke.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Pretending to be mad was taking toll on him. He already forgave Aleya when she came back down to join the rest of the party as fast as she went up with Aizen. She didn't notice but his eyes were on her the whole time. Not that he cared about her more than a friend but she was the closest female to him which was…rare…especially for him.

She was practically his best-friend who holds his best interest at heart despite their constant quarreling. That's one thing he can count on her for although never in his stubborn, arrogant, pretentious mind will he ever show that. For all he knows, she could curse his name to the very death of her and he still wouldn't show it god forbid…knock on wood to be careful.

Then again he could be acting out on his own just because he feels remorseful. He knew she wasn't in the best of moods because of the words 'Nah I'm good' he was not the one to show any mercy or pity…but this is different.

"Mmm, this sandwich is so good!"

He could thank the beauty sitting on the passenger side of his import car for interrupting his thoughts. Especially stopping them to go any further from where they were, "I bet it is," he spoke in his casual tone.

"Aww come on…Grimmjow it was?" her eyebrow rose in question.

"Yeah that's right,"

"Aww come on Grimmjow don't be like that…" taking a small bite out of the tuna fish sandwich, "…what is this little game called anyway?" talking with a mouthful of the sandwich.

"There's no name for it," turning the corner following behind Uryu's beamer, "It's just something that we all did when we went to school together,"

"How cool! You have awesome friends!"

"Heh, not when I'm the one paying for them to eat on my fucking birthday,"

"Technically your birthday was four hours ago. Today is August 1st,"

"It's still the weekend so my birthday didn't end yet,"

She laughed mouth still full of the fish, "How selfish,"

"If you say so," he turned his head for a quick glance of her goddess stature. Her scent was arousing and refreshing, even the tuna she ate didn't deter the fragrance. Never would he have thought a woman of her standard in physical appearance would be in his passenger seat. Cracking jokes of everything that happened tonight. Something was still off though…he had yet to know her name. Not like he should care anyway. Her stage name best suited her so he'll go with at. If she felt the need to tell him her actual name then he'll run with it, for now…"so Jayde it is?" he took another quick glance at her.

She chuckled, "You're correct sir,"

"How long have you been in the strip- well…in the business you're in," It's not like he cared about her chosen profession. It beats riding in the car with awkward silence winning over his silent breathing and her munching.

"You wouldn't believe that I recently started five months ago,"

Act like you give a damn, "You mean to tell me you got popular a few months ago?"

"Well yeah, Ulquiorra was interested in my talents I suppose,"

This caused Grimmjow to look at her while still driving, "Really?"

"Yup…We went to the same university even majored in the same field,"

"What landed you where you are now?"

"Well, let's just say that I needed cash and he had plenty of it,"

"…Right," turning his head back to the car before him. He's not one to judge someone based off their decision. Anyone who was working to survive no matter what their success has named them, they earned them a spot on his 'okay' list. Further from that, it was as far as they're getting.

Her speech pattern was muffled from a mouth full of food. The word 'beach' was the only comprehendible word he could make out.

He didn't bother to answer just then and there. It was rather obvious, but he still answered anyway, "Yeah…I guess,"

She was too busy looking out the window. Putting together the piece for her question on why he would take her to the beach. She gave him a lap dance, he brought her drinks at the bar, he even paid for her to eat even if he didn't have too, now the beach?

Despite going home with him on the first night in her eyes it was alright to hope for romance being that she's a dancer and only attention she got was ogling eyes and hard-ons. For once it felt alright to dream of it as the simple romantic date with someone she can pretend she knew for some time. She knew that'll never happen. Life had other plans for her, "Who are we meeting at the beach,"

By now he kind of regretted getting to know her, who can ask so many trivial questions in so little time? Now he sounded like a hypocrite, least he can do is pretend like he cares to know anything about the gorgeous creature, "Hell if we don't make it to heaven!"

That was close enough…

Still looking out the windows of his car she saw the rest of the group getting out of the car laughing and fooling around with each other. She had friends like that. Friends who looked out for her during her years at the university until financial issues at home need more of her attention than education. Turning to dance for a living wasn't what she had planned to do for her career. Curses of the struggle led her to that option.

"Jay!"

Her eyes automatically fluttered by being startled to near death than clearing away the dryness in her eyes, "Oh," she smiled turning to face Grimmjow with his body halfway out the car door, "huh?" She was deep into her thoughts that she didn't notice he was already parked.

"I said are you coming out or staying in here?"

"Oh…um sure," she gathered the last bit of her sandwich which was mostly bread and lettuce. She wrapped the loose food in the aluminum foil to ball up and throw in the waste basket. Grimmjow was out the car by now taking part of her garbage with him to throw away then went to join the rest of the crew.

How rude! She thought, fixing herself in the car mirror. He couldn't wait for me?

She was half-way out the car door herself. Pulling down her white cropped top t-shirt to pulling up her light wash low rise jeans.

Grimmjow, in his inner world, could kick himself. He turned, jogging back to his car.

Before she pulled herself to step out the car there was a surreal amount of heat in front of her. She looked up, startled by his sudden gesture until she smiled. It was her sorry for thinking 'he-was-a-total-asshole-that-only-wanted-to-get-into-her-pants', "I never figured you to be a gentleman,"

He smirked at her, a gesture that won over any woman he crossed paths with, "I'm not what you make me out to be,"

"Really?" her left eyebrow rose, "because your actions prove to be different,"

"Your actions move me to think let's skip the beach and head to my place,"

She laughed shaking her head, "So very forward…" she gave him a light peck on the corner of his lips, "…I admire that," walking by him to throw away her trash to join the rest of the group over the miniature sand dune.

"Right,' was all he could muster when closing the car door to join his crew. It was a mistake bringing her with them. If it wasn't for Tia and Rukia not minding their business, himself and his lovely guest could be in his room, right this second, enjoying each other's pleasurable notions for each other.

But no! Tia just had to invite her and Rukia agreed to it, needing to learn a few tricks from her so she can show Renji a good time of their own.

…So obvious.

Whatever this night will bring him he just wanted to rock her to sleep a few times vice versa. She was his treat for tonight. If everything played out in his favor he would have no problem in thanking Ulquiorra a million times over. She was a trophy and he had no problem flaunting her on his arm even if she was a dancer.

Everyone has someone out in the world…

"There goes that buffoon Grimmjoooow!" Renji drunkenly slurred out smiling to Grimmjow's glower. Rukia pinched his arm causing him to flinch from the miniscule pain.

Grimmjow sat next to his guest wrapping his arm around her shoulders looking over the crew. "There's only nine of us here," he quickly counted again, "Where's the other three that came with us?"

Uryu spoke up first, "I took Chad home…said he had to be to work by six in the morning,"

Le hesitant to speak of Ichigo's whereabouts spoke anyway, "And I brought Ichigo an Orihime to her place,"

Everyone grew silent. She knew that would be the reaction. She looked around before speaking again, "Oh my goodness you guys it was only an agreement, we were just friends with a lot of benefits," she shrugged, "nothing more than that," grabbing the bottle of 75% proof liquor from the cooler behind Szayel.

"I never saw that coming," Ulquiorra spoke

"Neigther did I," Renji slurred before getting pinched again and falling backwards from the shocking pain that he wasn't sure where it came from.

"You okay?" Tia being the most concerned looked towards Le.

"…No emotions involved once you're in the agreement remember?"

"Bullshit, it's written all over yaface how sad chu are," Renji spoke still lying on the sandy floor, talking with his hands more than his mouth.

She laughed blowing it off after taking the shot glass to the head.

"Moving on now…" Szayel interrupted, "I'm interested in knowing who our new guest is,"

"Fuck off," Grimmjow snapped she only laughed under his arm.

"Aww don't be like that Grimmy," Rukia added.

She looked to him then back to everyone else, "Well if you guys want to know my name is Jayde,"

"No," Szayel calmly rejected her plea, "you're not at work honey…We," his hand gestured in a circle, "…want to know your real name,"

She was hesitant. She didn't know anyone of them nor did they know her. It should be like that since her stage name suited her. Only one who actually knew who she was is Ulquiorra…and that's who she looked towards.

"It's obvious she doesn't want you guys to know her real name…"

"Oh hush Ulqui, I want to know what's her real name too," Le spoke with another shot glass to her lips.

The woman sighed. This exchange of words weren't going to end no time soon unless she tells them her name. Grimmjow didn't seem interested to know but the rest of the crew was ecstatic.

"It's okay Ulquiorra…" she looked towards everyone with proud eyes. By now everyone, with the exception of Halibel and Ulquiorra, was on either the edge of their log or rock.

"…My name is Neliel,"

Irah's Rant: Yes! you're done! lol now I hope my story was worthy for your review...gosh I love them. stick around for the next chapter and thank you for reading

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~Iroar