Irah's Note: plot bunnies forced me to write this chapter out and because it was interferring with my other fics. If there are any corrections to be made please don't be afraid to to tell me :D I would also love to read your thoughts. There are definitions at the bottom if you don't understand the names in the first part of the story.

Influence: Subwave & Enei - Bring Me Down / Pendulum - Plastic World feat. TC and Fats / Rusko - Somebody To Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

Enjoy :D

Wake Up

Chapter Ten

Walking out of her bookstore and locking the door behind her, she caught a few eyes walking by. Today was scorching hot, for anyone to be outside at this moment was utterly insane. Her white ruffled shirt hung sinfully off her shoulders and sweat never looked so good on a woman. In short sleeves also showing off her stomach as her flowing skirt withered along the dry wind of the Mexico City streets, ogling eyes focused on her waist swaying as she walked, some men bold enough to approach her with lines that will have any desperate women of the city kissing the ground they walked on.

Still, she held her head high as the proud woman she was, blessing their eyes with a sultry smile that was anything but forced. The car riding by crashed into another in front of it, but that did not stop the men from hanging out the window whistling at her tempting figure. Walking down the bloated street filled with merchants, tourists, and street stores with fresh fruit from the fields far off, she turned back, lightly laughing as the men banged on the car for her attention.

She turned back to look before her after greeting the middle-aged woman of the store and observing the fresh guavas. She carried on, her eyes monitoring the drifting musician in front of her, then another man behind him. Her smiled turned more lustful as she stared into the cerulean pool of obsession. Dressed in mariachi clothing, she stared into his eyes. They were fierce especially his hair color, bringing her down in every second they looked at each other, inch by inch.

She did not know he was using her, her movement, her eyes, and her expression as long as she walked towards him. He knew that someone was trailing him and being that every second counted in a situation she knew nothing of, due to the laws of human nature she was obliged to blink. Focusing her eyes, when they recovered, on the bedazzling light that shined off the chrome Ruger KP90 pointed at the back of the beautiful-eyed man's head.

Not knowing what it was that she was trying to register, she walked closer and readied her lips to scream out in fear until the man grabbed the back of her head forcefully ducking her to the floor.

Hearing the loud gun go off she looked up from lying on the floor to see the two men tussling with each other on the ground behind her for domination over the firearm. The deadly weapon now pointed to her disposition. Her eyes dilated before she grabbed her head, lying back on the floor. The gun went off, and instead of feeling the warmness of the bullet pierce through her lungs, she felt part of the cement hit her exposed side.

She looked again seeing the mariachi point the gun under the man's chin letting it off, killing him instantly. After the showdown, he slowly rose up, panting, holding his hand out to bind with hers. Trapped in his eyes, she followed his discrete command grabbing his that were surprisingly gentle against hers.

He roughly grabbed her, bringing her closer to him, staring deeper into her pale green marbles.

A soft sigh he spoke in which drew her more to him, he called for her, "Aleya…"

Although it was nearly impossible, the light around them brightened, "Aleya…" his voice was deeper, raspier.

Grimmjow looked at her sleeping form underneath a fort of pillows and twisted in the crimson sheets, with an annoyed expression, he called for her again, "Aleya,"

She muffled her response from underneath the dozen of pillow, "Hmm…"

He heard a light snore then looked back to her, "Aleeeeya," shaking her shoulder.

Slightly moving her leg she murmured again, "Hmm…" followed by another low snore.

Annoyed was an understatement at this point. From her ignoring him, he kicked her off the bed. A loud thump and a dragged out 'Ouch' she yelled after she connected to the carpeted floor, still wrapped in parts of the bedding, "The hell you do that for?" glaring at his angered face, before coming to terms that it was him and his voice that were incorporated into her dream.

"You were ignoring me!"

She stood up, holding the sheet around her physique, rubbing the back of her head, her eyes softened after looking over his appearance. His hair hung over his face, dripping wet. The towel that was supposed to be around his waist, he hooked around his neck, presenting a lovely view of his perfectly burly body. This is just like before. She thought after feeling a rush of lustful thinking manifest its way between her thighs, "I-I was sleeping…" trailing off to looking at his abs then to the lively Netherlands' with light blue grass and a long flagpole that will be the source of her thoughts the entire day, "…hard…"

He saw the way her eyes traveled all over him when he finished fiddling with his blue locks. He smirked, seeing where her eyes stopped, "Enjoying it while you can?"

After snapping out of her daydream to his arrogant brashness, her scowl was back, "Please, you're not all that" crawling back on the bed to lying face down.

"Whatever, and before you get comfortable I need you to get dressed and come with me," throwing her fresh clothes of skimpy shorts and a tight white T-shirt.

Her face deep in the pillow keeping from scrutinizing at him any longer, she shook her head talking into the bed, "It's too early,"

"It's 7:36…p.m,"

She muffled, "My point exactly,"

"Regardless, I need you to come with me somewhere," sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her body tensed after feeling the bed shift from his weight and more of his heat on to her, "Where too?"

"The abandoned farmhouse,"

As much as she wanted to end their discussion, she was curious to know why her assistance needed by him of all people, "For what?"

"A race,"

By now, her elbows buoyed to supporting her. She looked up to his eyes, surprise and anger evident on her face despite him being corruptly naked as the day he was born, just well-developed in every aspect, "Didn't you get in trouble already?"

"I'm not going there to race," moving his finger to in between her eyebrows, straightening them out of creasing together, "I just need your help to get me close to this guy,"

In her mind, she had Grimmjow in the sleeper hold embarrassing him as he was doing now, why the hell did he tempt her in such a way? He knew what he was doing to her. He knew that he looked damn good, why provoke her? Her eyes watched over his for a few seconds before she chuckled, "So tonight you'll be my pimp?"

He laughed, "It's nothing like that. I just need you to get close to him, and then introduce me and I'll take it from there,"

She stared at him for a moment before considering the favor he did for her after all those times crying over Aizen, then tolerate listening to her vent out her problems even if he did not have too, "Sure, but what am I getting out of this?"

His face changed, from being the sly sneaky cat to a tamed lion that lost its pride, "Not sure, what do you want?"

"For you to stop tantalizing me," rolling over on to her back, "and whenever you're around me, you have to be fully clothed,"

"Deal," he spoke walking to the door, towel still resting around his neck than on his waist.

"I'm serious," She watched his rump jiggle when he walked then disappeared behind the close door, hearing his name yelled again by Renji who always seem to be in the wrong place…all the time.

That man, one of her close friends, was in another league. There were numerous of times when she had to catch herself from thinking about him in pleasing herself whenever Ichigo was not around. Then she thought about Kensei and how much there was a similar attitude of Grimmjow she saw in her lover. Was she looking for someone like him? It was a question left unanswered until she figures out what she wanted out of any relationship.

The shower amended her muse, every one of her thoughts filled with a certain blue haired friend of hers. Unlike himself, she pictured being with him in something more than a friendship. Then it cleared when she thought that it would only mess up to what took four years and counting to build, she did not want to ruin another friendship.

No, it will only point to her failure. What she would get out of that situation was something she did not want to see, much less feel. The delineation of defeat to her was starting over again, which meant moving away, changing her number, and making new friends. It would have been unnecessary but everyone go about things very different from the next person. The way she handled things were her own way and no one else. She would forget about them comes the third strike in dealing with Grimmjow on that level.

After washing, brushing her teeth, clothed and ready, she headed to the exit of the Kuchiki's luxurious nest, looking at him walking up the hallway with an empty silver tray. Byakuya walked with his eyes closed knowing exactly who it was in front of him. His voice, peaceful as the scenery in a field of flowers, spoke to her, "Morning,"

It caught her off guard because she has yet to hear him make any sarcastic jest towards her, "Heh, morning," she hesitantly spoke after softly closing the door behind her. It was weird when she went over it. The out of character coming from him was a sign of optimism. Maybe, when the timing is right, she will figure out something to say or do but as of now, her plate was already heavy to carry. The burden of caring for someone would do that to her.

Grimmjow rolled down the window to his car, shouting to her even though she was two feet away from him, "Any slower and we'll miss out on the race,"

She responded with a smile instead of snapping off at him. She finessed into his import car, putting on her seat belt since she knew how much of a reckless driver he could be. However, she was not one to talk about reckless since having sixteen tickets for all the same mistakes: speeding, making illegal U-turns, and running red lights.

He looked at her settling in before driving off. Not even minutes into getting in the habit of driver and passenger, it was already an awkward silence because she made it that way. She jumped inside of herself every time he moved. She would watch him, staring at him dressed in V-neck black Tee shirt before she turned her head to the window. All of this happened and they were not out the gate yet. Why am I so nervous near him? After tolerating the silence long enough, she had to break it, "So where did everyone else go? I know Renji and Rukia are still here,"

"Your better half left with Szayel said something about meeting up with Shūhei and Izuru and I have no idea where Tia went, her car is still there if you haven't noticed,"

She looked back seeing the beautiful Lexus shining to the dream house lights, "I think I have an idea," turning back to looking at the side of his face, "When did you get your car?"

"I had Szayel drop me off home when they were leaving,"

"Eh, leaving without so much as a goodbye?" she mumbled to herself.

Grimmjow scoffed, "I thought you hated the term 'goodbye'?"

Within her figure, she sensed she was dwelling back on her past thinking of the last words someone dear to her spoke. She looked at her reflection more that the sun setting across the large body of water. The term 'goodbye' meant nothing of virtue to her, "I do…"

Neither spoke after that thanks to him blasting the music and giving not a care in the world. She would look to the side of him for more than a comfortable length of time then would turn away once she seen he was about to look back at her, the eye games that she played with him continued for almost over and hour, before they pulled up to a road closed sign.

Grimmjow leaned forward, looking side to side of the huge road lined by fields of vegetation, "Tch. Where the hell is he at?"

Looking side to side as well she spoke, "Who?"

Within two minutes of surveying the road and land to the side, she saw a man dressed in a shirt with a huge skull taking of a great amount of space on the fabric, with tight jeans that were smaller than her size. He fixed the black beanie on his hair, before moving the sign out of the way. Slowly the car window slid down slightly, getting a good look of the brown-haired person.

Grimmjow trademark smirk appeared, "Is he here tonight?"

The brunette scoff, looking to the passenger side of his car, "Of course, the stakes this time are for pink slips and one grand," the mysterious man winked at Le, while she chuckled looking out the window to the never ending field and a black on black BMW M3. The man looked back to Grimmjow, nodding his head to the car, "you racing King tonight?"

Grimmjow smiled, "Na, not tonight, maybe next weekend. My lady won't allow me too"

"Sitting next to you?"

A light grin pulled back on Grimmjows lips, looking to his associate then Le. Her eyes told him not to say anything out of the ordinary and although he struggled against it, he bowed to her demand, which made it odd for him, "Correct, she's my lady," he leaned closer to the window, "and I would advise to bring the eye fucking to my queen a minimum,"

"Eh figures," backing away from the car, waving it off, "just going by intuition, I have a feeling this match isn't something normal,"

"What makes you say that?"

"Two things: It's a battle for supremacy, no amateurs allowed in this fight against these 6-speeds and there's two new dude rumor has it that one of them is only sixteen,"

Grimmjow shifted himself in his seat, looking to the man, "How the hell is that possible?" Le on the other hand, shook her head knowing whom exactly who it is.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

"Can you take care of that customer for me please" Kisuke called out, searching for the brown sugar he kept in the pantry.

"I didn't come here to work,"

"Ah c'mon just do me this one favor,"

He could almost see the grin on Kisuke's face even if he is in a different room. He owe the man everything he had, which is one of the reasons why he is here moving to Urahara's every whimsical request.

Ulquiorra sighed to himself, moving from sitting to standing, sliding the door to walking into the store of the run down shop, "Hey! It's tha man wit da funny eyes!" the child yelled, pointing to Ulquiorra while the adult of the matter still held her little hand.

I think it's pretty funny for someone as young as you to have pink hair.

"Oi don't just go making names for people, that's mean and mean little girls don't get rewarded," the woman lecture the adolescent.

Ulquiorra being the voice of reason in anything decided to test his skills, "I'm used to it,"

"Funny eyes, said it's okay so will I still get some candy?" The young girl eyes watered as she pouted, looking up to the woman.

"I'm not going to fall for that, but yes if that's okay with…" she looked to the pale man.

"Ulquiorra," he slightly bowed, "yes it's alright, what would you like child," in his mind this was unacceptable, but it is a child so he let it slide this time. Next time he would tell them the shop was close although it clearly was not.

"Thee Ulquiorra?" the woman's eyes widened.

"Depends on what you mean by that,"

She moved closer to examine his face, "You own the warehouse turned nightclub right?"

"Yes that is m—"

"I want some candy," the child interrupted.

After the indecisive youth finally figured out what type of sour candy she wanted, Ulquiorra handled everything quick, fast, and with ease. It took the child to haul the woman out the store from molesting Ulquiorra and pretending she gave a damn about his personal interest.

"Seems you picked up quite the fan base,"

Ulquiorra looked to the side of him, looking to Kisuke fanning himself waving bye to his regular customer.

"It's something that cannot be helped,"

Kisuke patted him on the shoulder, "You are famous. Not everyday someone like you run into us regular folks eh?"

"You're forgetting that I was raised by you 'regular' folks,"

A low rumble of laughter filled the space between him and behind the fan that covered his mouth, "Come…let us catch up," leading Ulquiorra back to his quarters. They sat, drinking green tea while eating the fresh batch of cookies he made, "So what is it that you need? The last time I seen you like this was when you were seven, sitting at that exact same spot eating the exact same thing," the same silly grin spread across his face, "my how time flies,"

This brought a smirk to Ulquiorra's face, remembering when Orihime introduced him to Kisuke saying it was her favorite candy store. At that time, he was hungry and Orihime's food was the worst. He remembered surviving out of the delicious Urahara cookies although there would be a full coursed meal in front of him.

Ulquiorra closed his eyes before taking another sip he spoke, "You remember pointless things,"

"Personality hasn't changed much that's for sure," Kisuke laughed, biting into his cookie once more, "so what's the reason you came?"

It was warm, being around here with so many memories of his childhood. And looking where he was at now, made a huge impact on his life and his success, "No reason, just wanted to pay you a visit,"

Kisuke finished his cookie in one bite, looking to the strangely calm man before him. He knew Ulquiorra mixed in a dangerous world and something was going to happen whether he wanted to or not, making the perpetual question show in his eyes as he watched the young man across from him indulge in the snug atmosphere. He smiled, understanding the man's notion. To fortify his assumption he picked up his tea mug, kowtowing to the silence as they both did not speak but rather enjoyed each other's company of father and of course, his son even thought they were not of the same bloodline.

They sat there for hours not saying one word to one another. A loyalty this deep, words were detrimental of the comfortable ambiance and their glows. Ururu hugged him once she ceased doing her chores. Jinta missed him so much he could not stop cursing Ulquiorra's name. Tessai was asking him how he was feeling since he looked like he lost a few pounds and asked if he was coming back to work for them since they needed the extra help. The enquiries continued until it was time for Ulquiorra to leave. He stood up fixing his white blazer, unexpectedly displaying a spirited side of him when jumbling Jinta and Ururu's hair, and nodding to Kisuke and Tessai.

"You make sure you come back for another visit yah hear," Kisuke's eyes could not be seen but that goofy grin was there.

He did not say anything to respond to him and continued walking out the store.

It was close to nine when he looked at his watch, driving himself two cities over to the country, quiet, side of Japan. The crickets were roaring tonight despite the purr of his car's V12 engine shifting to third gear. The only lighting in the area was his angel ring green headlights. The play in his mind consisted of how much Orihime made him feel whenever he was around her, and though he is a man without many emotions, she was the only one to see him out of his comfort zone. Last night brought it too light. When she held his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder watching the overused romance movie flick, he didn't move her hand off of him and instead rested his head on hers.

Instead of becoming nervous all over again and his heart beating too fast, he was more than relaxed around her. A bond that proved much deeper than what he had with Kisuke, Yammy, and Grimmjow. It was beyond love. Not one word could describe what it was but he knew if time were stuck, he would still have the same feeling.

The question that had him so on edge whenever he came down to it was, would she feel the same?

He doubted it. She was always stuck on Ichigo that she was oblivious to all the small deeds he would do around her. Whenever she forgot her keys, he was the one to put them in her bag, whenever she forgot to take dessert out of the oven, he would be the one to take it out putting her red bean paste over it even if, at the time, he couldn't stand it. It was not because of the reason that her and her brother took him in, but it was how cheerful she would always be during the worst of times in the reason he felt the way he did about Inoue. Her heart was heavy and big, something that he wanted to grasp and keep all for himself.

He felt a vibration in his pocket, reaching for it to see who it was, the screen displayed Unknown in florescent green light but He picked up anyway. Before he had a chance to say anything Shinji spoke, "Oh ya'r on ya way righ'?"

"Yes,"

"Good! Of course ya no Imma here waitin' on ya, you only have ten minutes left ta get here so hu—"

*Click*

Ulquiorra hung up, swearing if he heard his voice any longer than he had to on the phone, he would toss the device out the window.

No later than five minutes and having a heavy foot, the pedal to the metal was impelling the release of a true super car, sending the exotic automobile into overdrive as the vehicle lowered pressing the rules of aerodynamic to an unimaginable height.

Even speeding past off duty cops that seated off road but they did not attempt to do anything or even used the speedometer against him since he was gone by the time they held it up. It was more than obvious they were not catching up to him, especially driving a sports car of course.

He made it there two minutes late and that was from people walking in front of him. Looking at the abandoned warehouse where import, muscle, and exotic cars lined up against each other, showing off stereo systems, hydraulics, and other tricks to interior designs, rare design, to car doors, rims and car vinyls graphics that stood out from the other. He finally spotted Shinji seated on the hood of his Saleen S7 flirting with random girls each a beauty in their own distinctive way. Ulquiorra backed into a space next to him, letting down his window to hopping out of the smoke grey car.

He tucked his keys in his pocket as well as both of his hands walking over to Shinji and his company.

"Ahh well if it isn' tha bat-man! Ladies tis is a good friend of mine le's make em feel welcomed shall we?"

The trio giggled, one blushed, another wrapped her arm in Ulquirroas then the other gave him flirty glance, playfully nipping on her finger. Shinji cackled to the Ulquiorra's glare, "My how rude of meh, tha fire-haired woman who has grown so fond of yah is Ferrari," Ulquiorra looked at the red-headed woman. She smiled at him licking her lips seductively whispering all of the things she would do to him, "tis one on the side of meh is Corvette," nodding to the dark green-haired woman, too busy texting, "and this one…" referring to the slightly taller woman wrapping his arm around her and nuzzling his face in her neck, "…is Chevy,"

Ulquiorra stood quiet while the woman next to him violated his ear. He did not say anything and instead looked around to the lively crowd, "Where's everyone else?"

"Love is not comin' and Kensei yah will c' shortleh,"

"So what am I doing here exactly," staring back at Shinji who nibbled on the woman's ear.

After a light chuckle of the two Shinji turned his head to meet the intimidating green orbs, "Oh please, we heard 'bout yah boostin' cars wen ya wer' younga',"

"And what of it?"

"Well we want ta put yah drivin' skills to the test," he tap the woman on her backside motioning her get off of him. Quickly he wrapped one arm around Ulquiorra's shoulder, "be right back ladies," he yelled behind him, seeing the two out of three women pout.

"Where are we going?"

"Yah ask ta many questions. Try loosen' up a bit eh?"

Ulquiorra paid no mind to the man's impish demeanor. He wanted answers. Where was Shinji going with this? "This is a waste of my time. I should be leaving,"

"Do dat' n' yah won' have anythin' ta' go back ta,"

"Is that a threat?" looking to the slightly taller male.

Shinji sniggered, fixing his fedora hat and silk burgundy vest, "Really don' get it do ya?"

"What?"

Shinji greeted people who called his name then turned back to Ulquiorra with a more serious veneer. His voice, matching the direr in his guise, turned to a more sinister tone, "You got a price on your head. He knows that you been stealing from him and he knows exactly who you are, which is one of the reasons why you always stayed away from your home. I understand Batman, which is why we are here. You see…" wrapping his arm around his shoulder, "while you're under our wing you are untouchable more like a, if we scratch your back…well you know the rest,"

"So it wasn't because I covered your corrupted work to the cops after all," He sense Shinji's teasing approach once he started doing a dance with his feet.

"Ding ding ding, If dat was tha case we would've recruited that hot head friend of ya's a long time ago,"

Ulquiorra, almost laughed. He stayed calm as usual. Grimmjow would lose his cool if he found out that someone framed him for a crime he did not commit.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

She looked around the crowded place, seeing if she spotted any familiar face but she did not see anyone, "This yah ride sweetheart?"

She turned back to look at the source of the voice, summing the stranger in one glance: Plays football for a living, still stays with his mom, she chuckled, "I'm too old for you,"

"How would you know tha—"

She turned back to see Grimmjows chest in front of her face, leaning into her, "She said she's too old for you. Beat it kid,"

The man or boy was larger in size but not height. The two men sized each other up before the man-boy walked off going back to his crew, "Did you really have to do that?"

"I kind of wanted to do this," talking close to her lips when he leant more into her, almost to the point they were laying on the hood of his car.

Laughing into his neck, attempting to push him off her, "Jow you are not supposed to do this, we had a deal,"

"I see nothing wrong in playing with fire," moving back to the hood.

"Ha, keep it up and you'll burn yourself,"

"Fuck it, I'll still live,"

By now, she stopped fighting against him and looked at him. Oh my… the enigmatic situation just got more complex, "Are you serious?"

He rose up, standing over her legs to standing on the side of her, "I'm joking with you,"

"Can you stop doing that," she fanned her face with her hand, "bad enough we already attracted an audience,"

He scoffed, looking at his goal across the road, "Who cares?"

Fixing her side bang, "I do,"

"Why? It's not like I haven't kissed you before,"

Her face was burning just as quickly as he said those words, "T-that's…Ugh never min— wait," she stood up moving closer as if she can see the orange haired tease across the road, "is that Ichigo?"

Grimmjow crossed his arms again, looking to where she was staring. Across the straightaway of the cars getting ready to burn rubber, was Ichigo hugged with the blond and brunette twins that looked familiar, "Yup. Looks like he isn't an amateur anymore,"

She felt a sudden rage travel from her feet to her face taking a mechanical step, unsure if she meant to do it or not. Grimmjow looked to her, assuring her of the thoughts that traveled a mile a second, "That's a bad idea,"

"But he was just lying next to me. He was all for Team Aleya and…and now he hugged up with some other women! Hell no!" she turned to walk off in Ichigo's direction before Grimmjow grabbed her wrist, preventing her to move any further.

"Wasn't it you who said that you wanted to explore your options?" her back was still towards him, but her head dropped after a long sigh, "Now don't get me wrong…I would love to see a good fight, I cannot let you do that, you'll lose the battle,"

"B-"

"Don't wanna hear it. Just let him do his thing while you do yours. Who knows, the guy that I need you to meet tonight might become tangled in your fucked up web," she snatched her wrist away from him as he laughed.

"I need the sadistic side of Grimmjow, not this rare reasonable side of you,"

"If you want to go punch the strawberry in his face, then by all means do my job for me. But I need you to do this favor first before boxing the strawberry lights out, besides I'm feeling good right now so don't fuck up that feeling,"

She laughed, leaning against the car dropping her forehead on his shoulder, "So when is this guy showing up?"

"He's been here,"

Looking to his smirk, "What you mean?"

"See that McLaren F1 with the trunk open?"

"Yeah," she spoke awestruck, "how can I miss that 6.1 L, 6064 cc, 60-degree V12 engine specifically called the BMW S70-2? It been staring at me since I been here,"

"Heh, the owner of that beast is standing next to it,"

She smiled, looking to the back of the man flirting with a brown-haired woman, "I think I should go over and say hi to the wonderful creation,"

"Hey," he grabbed her wrist again, "don't forget about me," she walked off anyway. Her mind was set on getting to the splendor.

She could not respond back since four of the cars readying for a race sped off down the straightaway. Walking across the road as part of the audience did to look down the street for the victor. Thinking she heard her name being called she did not turn around and instead kept her focus on the car, the exotic masterpiece consisting of four wheels, two doors, and three-seats, stared right back at her.

If she touched the car, she was bound to have an orgasm from being next to something so divine. She did not stop in front of the car, no, that was too sudden for her. She had to ease on to the beauty. Her soft fingers felt the smooth matte black paint job, to smelling the scent of the soft grey leather seats.

She felt the ass of the exotic beauty next, tracing the roundness of the cherry colored lights, sliding her smooth skin across the silver letters of the car to sweeping the weismann transverse 6 Speed manual transmission. She knelt down to the wheels when she walked to the sides, looking to the calipers seeing they are all four-pot, opposed piston types made with aluminum, tucked behind the sport wheels specifically made for this type of car.

Continuing her taunting walk around the kismet that the heaven's intertwined her life with it, she finally made it to the front seeing the speakers of the stereo vibrate to the bass of thundering music it played, "You make looking at a car sexy as hell,"

"Thanks," She backed away, staring into the cool blue headlights of the automobile. Why was someone disturbing her time with such a wonder?

"Truly beautiful,"

Growing more annoyed by the man, "Yes she is,"

The man moved to stand on the side of her, "Oh yes the car too, but I was talking about the woman that left me last night,"

Turning to meet the familiar brown eyes, and grey an silver hair in a mussed upwards style, she gasped not expecting to see her lover here, "Kensei?"

He smirked, "That's not how you usually say my name,"

She smiled although she still blushed shaking her head, "W-what are you doing here?" looking to his toned biceps overlapping eachother across his chest covered by a black halter-top with khaki pants. He looked delicious.

He stepped closer to her, "Same as everyone else,"

"Here to enjoy the show?"

"I am the show, they're just waiting for me," he looked around then back to her slightly bending to her lips, "but now that you're here, I should be the one watching you…and me…on the television while we make another one of our movies,"

Laughing now that she recalled how hot her face felt after watching their sexual adventures, "Can I borrow one of those tapes?"

"Which one?"

"The one when I tied you to the headboard then you tied my wrists afterwards,"

He unfolded his arms walking closer to her into her personal space, "You did wear that rope well,"

"Thanks," she looked down to the indecent shorts Grimmjow picked out for her, grabbing her cell phone seeing his text.

Kitten 9:27p.m: tHat's hiM!

Her eyes widened, looking to Kensei back to the screen. Me 9:28 p.m: I know this dude!

Kitten 9:28 p.m: Get ackquaainted!

Small world, actually it was too small, so small it could not compare to a tiny grain of salt. It is not like her and Grimmjow are together, so what she felt was irrelevant but still what are the odds of having your best friend meeting one of your flings who you wanted to keep a secret? She met him in the grocery store earlier in the year when he needed some help finding an aisle, only thing she knew about him was that his favorite color was white, he has a horrible temper, and he was once married. She knows he was 26 but for all she knew that could have been a cover up. She does not have anything to hide. Why was she hyperventilating?

"Lemme guess Ichigo misses you already?"

She jumped more than she should have, "Huh? No… well umm…" putting her phone in her back pocket, "he's here with some other girls,"

"Other girls?" grabbing her chin with his calloused hand, "is he stupid?"

"No but you gotta give it to him," she smiled jerking her head to the side, "they are twins after all,"

Smirking to her extrovert and gregarious character, "Who are you here with then?"

"A friend,"

He was caught back by surprise, thinking about that one 'friend' who kissed her, "And who is this friend?"

Was he jealous? That is not right…Kensei? Jealous? "You'll see in a few,"

"He the same kind of 'friend' I am?"

"No, he's just a friend,"

She seen his eyebrow twitch, a symbol that he was already pissed, "I would like to be the judge of that,"

Her god…how can she pull him closer and devour his lips? He looked around at the crowd greeting mostly everyone since he was the main attraction, "No, he actually praises you,"

"Tellem join the list,"

"Don't get cocky," backing away from his hand, "he's my close friend and I will not tolerate him being made a fool of,"

He grabbed her waist wrapping one arm around her as he caressed the side of her face. Oh he smelled so good. It was vigorous and liberating, "Anybody who is close to you is all set with me babe plus I kind of wanted to use that line,"

"You're just saying that because you want some more of me,"

"Well," he brushed his lips with hers, "I was hoping I can partake in consuming all of you before I even thought of that," trailing her jawbone with his finger, to her neck and collar bone, "can we make that happen?"

As much as she wanted to go with him and release any steam she felt from watching Ichigo flirt around, on him, she had to refuse, "I can't,"

He stepped back, "Don't tell me you're heading back to Ichigo,"

"No I'm not," she walked closer to him, running her hands across his chiseled chest, "I just want to spend some time at my house,"

She knew he was not the begging type and he was not going to insist that he could stay the night when he has a luxurious home to himself, "I won't beg you to come with me, but I will keep trying," with that he kissed her lips. His tongue surveyed deep in her throat while she sucked on it, his free hand moved to underneath of plain white-Tee discreetly cupping and grasping her breast. He felt her nipple harden against the silk fabric of her lacy underwear. She gasped as he lifted her off the floor walking her to a more darkened area away from the crowded place.

She moaned throwing her head back as he bit in between her chest whilst he still walked, "Where are you taking me?" she moaned feeling him nibble on her nipple that was still secured thanks to her trusty bra.

Talking out the side of his mouth, "For a long overdue ride,"

"It's only been twenty hours since I last seen you," she panted.

"I'll show what happened when I wait that long for you,"

"No!" she wiggled her way free from his strong grasp, "I am not going to have sex with you here,"

"When you move like that it turns me on more,"

Laughing and trying to stay serious was a failed attempt, "Kensei…please, not here. I'm not lying on the dirt," she smiled.

He looked at her a moment more stopping in the middle of the lavender flower field, "I can do you like this," putting both of his arm under her knees to have her placed directly on his pelvis.

She bit her lip moaning to the sky, as he licked and sucked on her neck. Just by holding her the way he did before they made it to the fields, she was already ready for him. However, for an innovative reason, it did not feel right. For the second time, she refused him while she still straddled over the fence of pleasing him, vice versa. Just when he was about to nibble on her nipple underneath her bra and shirt, she stopped him, pushing off his broad shoulders to look down at him, "No not at all, I can't do this now,"

It took a moment for him to register what she said and to come back from the surprising words. He placed her legs on the floor staring at her, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing I'm just not in the mood right now," viewing everything around her but his eyes.

The air was silent until one of his crewmembers came out, "Batman and SubZ is up,"

Still looking to Le, who looked behind him at the long glorious cranberry colored hair that moved to the blowing wind, "Eishima, keep a look out I'll be there in a few," the man walked back to where he was, "let's go," Kensei spoke to her, his voice was low. It felt more like a threat to her. Not taking kindly too threats, she suppressed her hatred towards obeying anything or anyone.

The things she does for her…friend.

Looking to the four exotic cars lined up once they made it back to the crowd, she stood amazed by the view, "Bugatti Veyron, Aston Martin DB9, Audi R8, and Lamborghini Murcielago? What are those cars doing here?"

"This is the battle for supremacy," she heard the familiar raspy voice.

Sweat formed on her forehead, No not now! She thought, turning around to see those impaling blue eyes, "H-hey Grimmjow…" she turned to see Kensei staring at the taller male, his eyebrow twitch again, "Grimm this is Titan, Titan this is Gri—"

Kensei turned fully to Grimmjow stepping in front of Le who once stood between the two, "Hn, I know exactly who this bastard is!"

Here we go.

Irah's Rant: I was kind of disappointed with this chapter but I'm too lazy to change it around because I could not think of anything else lol so I don't have much to say beside I hope you enjoyed it :) And her dream was from one of my all time favorite movies called Desperado with Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek I changed the scene around a little bit though so eh...you know. Quick quiz...Who is this title referring too and why? lol it should be easy.

Guava - Fruit that is native in Mexico and other countries.

Mariachi - a folk music from Mexico, the name is for musicians and the band/orchestras that plays it.

Thank you for taking your time out in reading my story :D

ciao...