"You were the only one…"
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Neliel awoke in a cold sweat; once again a good night's sleep was brought to an end by another nightmare. She looked around, nothing but the cold grey walls and tile floor. Soft hands rubbed tired eyes and she gave a heavy sigh before carefully pulling the white bed sheets off of her legs. Careful to put the sheets back neatly, she reached under her bed and pulled out a small, faded red, fabric-bound book from its box that it shared with seven others. Neliel carefully fingered the aged pages before walking out the door and toward the sands of Hueco Mundo.
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It was a long distance, but she eventually found her favorite spot once more. The large rock seemed out of place in the vast white desert, since nothing was visible for miles besides the black sky. Neliel gently sat down, relaxed, and opened her book to where she had left off last. This story was one of her favorites; she had already read all of her books several times, but with only a short supply of reading material, she didn't mind.
Once again she didn't get very far before being interrupted.
"Couldn't sleep huh?"
Neliel slowly closed her book, delicate fingers running down the fabric on the cover. "Shouldn't you be in your room Sexta?" She examined the cover of her book.
Grimmjow grinned, "What about you Tercera?"
Neliel looked up from her book, to find him standing in front of her with a somewhat confident stance, electric blue eyes dimmed down to a deep grey-blue showing off his now calm demeanor.
She looked back down at her book, then at the showy white sand. "I just wanted to read, that's all."
He looked at her, a slightly curious expression now upon his face, "Read? Where the hell did you find books?"
Neliel flipped the book over, brown eyes now examining the back, "I have my own collection."
Grimmjow turned to look toward the night sky, showing that he already lost his curiosity in her, "Che, you're strange, woman."
Neliel looked at him, "I have a name you know."
He didn't move from his current focal point, "What, I'm supposed to remember your name?"
"I could just as easily call you Sexta for the rest of your life."
"Like I give a fuck."
"Why did you come here if you're just going to be annoyed by me?"
Grimmjow's eyes moved away from the sky and turned their interest toward the sand. "How am I supposed to fucking know?"
She looked at him with a confused expression, "You don't know?"
Grimmjow squinted, his calm mood quickly turned into irritation, "What's with all the fucking questions?"
"Well you had to come out here for some reason."
After a long silence, he looked up at her and grinned wildly, his eyes returning to their original electric blue. "Well, if you want a reason…How 'bout a little sparring?"
Neliel gave heavy sigh; that had to be the least appealing thing to her right now, "You should already know my answer to that."
Grimmjow gave a short laugh, "I'll go easy on ya."
"You're too cocky. You've only been Sexta for two weeks."
"Doesn't mean I can't spar with you."
"I don't want to fight you."
"Che, you're no fun."
"Fighting isn't fun."
Grimmjow grimaced, annoyed by her response, but decided to keep silent. The last thing he wanted was for her to tell him that he was like Nnoitra. He didn't understand why, but it pissed him off when she told him that the first time. Grimmjow looked over at Neliel, who had returned to her book. He walked toward her and leaned over, trying to figure out what she found so interesting in this book of hers.
Neliel looked up when she noticed a shadow was blocking what little moonlight she had to read by. His eyes showed his kitten-like curiosity, but yet they were distant.
"So…what are you reading?"
Neliel couldn't help but giggle, "Why do you want to know?"
Grimmjow frowned a bit when he heard her giggle, he didn't say anything funny. "I just do."
"Well, if you must know, it's a love story."