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Ch 3

As the carnival packed away I felt the familiar pangs of hunger in my stomach and fished the £50 out of my pocket, the paper crumpled and floppy. I pulled on my vest and hoody, and my arms ached from the action. I sneered at the weakness of the gigai. If I wasn't in this stupid thing…

"Hey Grimm!"

I turned and Riggsby strode over and patted me on the back.

"Good show today, Grimm, good show. That last fight? Whoa, just blew me away! That girl, she had guts eh?" he nudged me in the side and winked. I blinked.

"How'd you two meet anyway?"

I rubbed the back of my head.

"We both hate that orange haired guy" I shrugged

He pulled a cigar out of his pocket and brought it to his lips

"She was a feisty one, eh? Hahah... and those legs" he wriggled his eyebrows at me

I scoffed at him and turned away.

"Whatever"

"Hey, be back here around noon, you got it?" he called after me. I waved my hand over my shoulder and continued on my way back to my perch.

I bought some food from one of the stalls and arrived at the tree, eating some fruit dipped in hard sticky delicious and a bag of 'doughnuts' in my hand. I paused when I reached the tree.

Why was I even surprised?

Tatsuki stood, looking down over the town.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I sneered, making my way over to her.

She jumped at my voice and turned to me. Her eyebrows shot down in confusion

"I could ask you the same thing"

"I fucking live here." I said, climbing into the tree. I winced as my muscles ached. I settled into my position and finished the 'toffee apple' and threw the stick away, opening the bag of doughnuts.

"You live here?"

"Did I stutter?"

She rubbed the back of her head and looked away, then turned back to look over the town.

"What are you doing here?" I repeated my mouth full.

She didn't turn around.

"I come here to…clear my thoughts. I needed to calm down."

I chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

"Ichigo."

She nodded then turned around.

"I fucking hate his guts."

"I fucking hate all of him." I smirked and a smile tugged at her lips. She folded her arms and walked towards the base of my tree. I saw the deep purple bruises on her face and arms.

"How did you end up living in a tree?" she questioned, the smile still visible.

"Had no where else to go" I shrugged

She tapped her chin in thought and looked me over. I grinned

"See something you like?"

She blinked as the blood rushed to her face again, like it had done in our fight.

"Your face is covered in blood." She stated, tucking her hair behind her ear, eyes looking everywhere but at me. I breathed out through my nose and rubbed my forehead. It was sticky from blood. I looked down at her

"So?"

She glanced at the floor, sticking her hands in her pockets then looked up at me

"You could stay at mine for a bit, get yourself cleaned up. It could get infected."

I blinked at her and she avoided my gaze.

"You know, I don't want you using that as an excuse for me to not kick your ass again." She added quickly.

I laughed and jumped down from the tree, walking up to her

"Excuse me? I might be wrong, but it sounded as though you thought you won."

She grinned and looked me in the eyes.

"Maybe I damaged your hearing with that kick, but you heard right."

"I think all those blows to your head have damaged your already fragile brain."

She laughed and hit me in the shoulder.

"Fuck you"

"If you insist"

She turned away, rubbing her head and walked the direction to town.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder, hands of her hips

"Are you coming or not?"

I laughed again and followed after her, shaking my head. She smiled and continued to walk.

I watched her walking in front of me, her hands in her pockets. Unaware that she was letting the Sexta Espada into her home.

Well.

Ex-Espada.

I frowned and let my eyes wander. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a baggy jumper and scruffy shoes.

Riggsby was right. She did have good legs. I noticed dark purple bruises, turning yellow at the edges, on her thigh. I realised it was from when I'd grabbed her leg in our first fight.

I smirked. She was fragile.

And she was strong.

I couldn't understand how Ichigo could think she was weak.

I breathed in, remembering the conversation I'd overhead.

I scratched my chin. It seemed like Ichigo was pretty intent on keeping everything a secret. Orihime might crack and tell, although, if Ichigo asked her really nicely, she'd do whatever she could for 'Kurosaki-kun'. I rolled my eyes at the memory of her in Las Noches, always moaning about him and sitting weak and pathetic on the sidelines.

They were all so predictable. Every one of them. Like, Ichigo is probably talking to that Urahara about me right now. What would they do? Decide to keep me in cuffs instead?

Just fucking try it.

I growled to myself. Why was I letting myself get worked up about this?

It's Ichigo's face, I concluded. The very image of it in my mind makes me want to pull off his skin and break his bones and cut and stab and-and-

"Grimmjow, are you okay?"

I blinked and saw Tatsuki's face in mine, a worried look in her eyes.

"What?"

"You were giving off some crazy energy, man."

I looked up and saw we had stopped outside a door. Must be her place. I looked around, it seemed pretty decent.
She unlocked the front door and went in, standing aside for me. Closing the door, she pushed past me, rubbing her forehead.

"My head fucking kills. Is your skull made of rock or something?"

I smirked and followed her into her apartment. It was large, but fairly basic. Not a lot of clutter. The kitchen joined into the living area, with a corridor that lead to a bathroom and bedroom. The living room was just a sofa and a TV, shelves of DVDs. She rummaged through the cupboards in the kitchenette and pulled out a packet, popping two white pills from the plastic. She threw them in her mouth and chewed them.

"You need a shower"

"I s'pose."

"It wasn't a question." she smiled, an eyebrow raised. She lead me to her bathroom and showed me how it worked, chucking some fresh towels in after me.

I breathed out when I heard the water running. I ran my hands through my hair and felt exhaustion creeping up on me.

Then I felt my face heat up.

What the hell did I do that for? Why did I invite him to come and stay here? That guy is crazy powerful!

And Ichigo has some weird grudge against him. Orihime knew him too. I'll have to find out how they know each other.

I recognise Grimmjow. Or, his energy or something. I don't know. I remember seeing Ichigo there, in his black kimono and Grimmjow... Or

I shrugged and sighed. I'm too tired for this right now. Besides. I have to find him somewhere to sleep. Well. That somewhere was definitely the couch. There was nowhere else, and although it might be too small, it was definitely going to be better than a tree.

I'd found a load of blankets and pillows and chucked them on the sofa and Grimmjow came out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and one Round his neck. I found my face heating up. Fucking naked guy right next to me. He rubbed his hair roughly with the towel, strands of blue falling over his face. I could see it better now that the blood was gone. Then.

"Oh god! Grimmjow!"

My hands clasped over my mouth.

His eyes widened slightly at my reaction and he looked behind him.

"What?"

"y-your nose... I broke your nose..."

His eyebrows shot down in confusion and he ran into the bathroom, to the mirror. I ran after him.

"My nose! My beautiful, beautiful nose!"

"Uhh ohmygod, I'm so sorry... I... I can fix it for you?"

"Fix it? How could you fix it?" he yelled, almost hysterical.

"I'll just, err, pop it back into place."

I pulled him to the couch, feeling very guilty and embarrassed and ran over to my freezer, pulling out a bag of frozen peas, wrapping a tea towel around it.

"Put this on your nose for a bit"

He sniffed and did so and I paced around for a bit, fidgeting with my hands.

"It's okay. I saw someone do this once so, you'll be fine..." I assured. Myself, more than him.

I breathed out shakily, and rubbing my hands on my shorts.

"Okay, come one, let's do this."

Grimmjow looked at me worriedly.

I brought a chair up opposite him, shifting in closer and our knees touched. I brought the makeshift ice bag away from his nose and inspected the damage I'd done. It wasn't so bad... Just sort of bent at the top. I just had to... Put it back into place.

"Okay, so this...might hurt"

I saw his jaw clench and I pressed his nose gently, feeling the cartilage move under my fingers

"ow."

"Okay, I'll do it on the count of three."

"One...two..."

Before I reached three I held my breath and pushed the cartilage into the right place and it made a slurppop noise.

"ARRRGGGGHHHH FUUCCKKK WHAT THE OHMYSHITFUUUUUCCCKKKK!"

I jumped back as he stood up, holding his nose and stepping away. I followed him with the ice bag, forcing it into his hands

"be quiet. You'll wake the neighbours." I said calmly and awkwardly rubbed his back.

"HOW CAN I BE QUIET WHEN YOU JUST FUCKING! WITH MY NOSE AND SHIT!" he snatched the ice bag and buried his face into it. He breathed deeply for a few moments.

"You didn't even fucking get to three. Can't you count or shit?" he mumbled into the bag. I could imagine his scowl. I smirked and sat him down in the sofa.

"Come on; let me see your face."

"No"

I breathed out through my nose.

"Come on, I won't touch it or anything. Let me see if it looks alright"

"no. Fuck off." he moaned

"Stop being a fucking 4 year old and let me see your face!" I tried to pull the bag off him, but he held it to his face. I clawed it angrily and hit him in the shoulder.

"Go away!"

As we both pulled at the bag, it tore and the contents fell to the floor, frozen peas covering the floor and sofa.

"Fucking perfect!" I growled, standing up and crossing my arms angrily, "you can pick those up. If they're not cleaned by tomorrow I'll fucking break your jaw"

Grimmjow pulled the bag away from his face and scowled at me, before looking at the peas. His nose looked fine, but I'd have a proper look tomorrow.

"Don't give me that fucking look." I scoffed before sauntering away to my room and slamming the door. On the other side I rubbed my face and breathed in deeply. Is this what it's like to be a parent? Shit. They must have no fun.

I rubbed my head and remembered it was still covered in blood. Screw having a shower, if I went out it would make my whole storm out seem like a waste. I grabbing some cleansing wipes I rubbed the blood and dirt and sweat away.

Looking in the mirror I saw the full extent of my injuries. My forehead was red and swollen, skin scraped away from the surface. My cheek was covered in a deep dark bruise and my lips were cut. My arms were littered with bruises and I saw the rough bruise on my thigh from when he'd grabbed me. The shaped of his hand was visible.

I lifted up my jumper and turned around; wincing from the pain I looked over my shoulder and saw my reflection. My back had a yellow bruise the spread all he way across and up to my bra strap. Ow. I changed into my baggy t-shirt I wore to bed and climbed in, trying to get comfortable.

Why had I let that maniac into my house?

Because we're friends?

I rolled over, frowning

No.

Because you felt sorry for him?

...sort of.

Because you like him?

I turned over onto my back

No! I... Why would my conscience even suggest such a thing? I don't like him. I don't know him. He's violent and rude and aggressive and...

Just like you.

Stupid conscience. Shut up.

No. He's a dick. He's just good to fight with and we both hate Ichigo right now.

And he's funny

and he's good looking.

I growled to myself.

Stop thinking. Just go to sleep. Grimmjow is not attractive! Well. He is ...but not to me! I met him like... What this morning?

Why the fuck is he here!

I rolled over again.

I tossed and turned a lot that night.

I glared at her retreating figure then eyed the peas on the floor. Fuck that shit. What do I look like? A maid? Fuck no.

Shit my nose fucking hurts.

I stormed into the bathroom to make sure she'd fucking done it right, slipping on the peas but regaining my balance quickly.

I looked in the mirror and turned my head from side to side. It was better. It was the right shape, just red and swollen at the top, a cut on the bridge. I sulked and headed back into the living room, annoyed that she did a good job. Why did it have to hurt so fucking much, too?

I saw the pillows and blankets on the sofa and sighed, arranging them on the sofa.

Why did she invite me here?

Why did I even agree?

Sure, this sofa was like, a million times better than that tree, but…

I growled and sat down, something swelling in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't used to people being nice to me. Whenever Aizen smiled and acted nice he'd fucking cut your arm off or some shit.

Fuck.

I looked at the peas on the floor and grumbled to myself as I started picking them up.

Ooooh there you go! 3

Tell me if you think anything is wrong with it, mkay?

peas out. of the pod.