"Grimm-Kitty…"

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Grimmjow let out a noisy yawn as he stepped forward to open the large oak door that lay between him and his quarters. For some reason the muscles in his back ached and it was starting to give him a headache. As the door opened he placed his hand on the middle of his back, massaging along the spine to try and lessen the pain.

The first thing to go was the jacket; it fell in a jumbled mess on one of the few furnishings in the room, a small grey armchair. The tired arrancar's eyes traveled up to the barred window placed in the middle of the northern most wall in the room. Just what the hell are they trying to keep out?

Grimmjow looked at the door and closed it before he started to remove the rest of his clothing as he made his way into the shower that was placed in a small bathroom on the right wall. The bathroom door was already open and he didn't bother to close it, as long as his room door was closed it didn't matter.

He turned on the hot water on full blast, tense muscles relaxed, and he gave out a heavy sigh.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all, he laughed to himself. Grimmjow had actually found someone to spar with after leaving Neliel to finish her reading. Unfortunately it was just a lower-ranking arrancar who thought they could take his place in the Espada. The battle was over quickly, just a waste of energy and time. All it did was leave him even more bored and tense.

The more he thought, the more his mind wandered to the slim, green-haired Trecera. He didn't want to admit it, but he had never met anyone that attracted him ever so closer. She was different, her way of thinking was different, and it clashed with everything that he believed.

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"A love story?" Grimmjow laughed, "Obviously a human book, we arrancars don't need something so pathetic."

Neliel glanced at him, her brown eyes looked dull, "Just how is it pathetic?"

"Che, love is a useless emotion, all it does is hold you back. Either way, as hollow we are incapable of love."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Hell no. What did I just tell you? It's useless."

"If you have never been in love, who are you to say that it's useless? We may be hollow, but we aren't limited to a world without emotions. I believe we are capable of love, we just have to learn to accept our feelings."

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He slowly turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a clean white towel that the maid had placed on the bathroom counter after cleaning the rooms. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and glanced at the small, steam covered mirror placed above the counter. Irritation quickly came over him after noticing a cut along the bottom of his left eye. The blood was still flowing, mixing in with the drops of water on his face.

Grimmjow choose to ignore this, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water. He slicked back his damp teal hair and shuffled through messy drawers before finding a pair of boxers and tossing them on the small grey bed in the opposite corner. After drying off, he walked over, put on the boxers and plopped down on the bed after doing so.

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Neliel stood up, her reading finally done; she decided to try and get some sleep just as everyone else.

It didn't take long for her to walk back into Las Noches; she wasn't very surprised at how quiet it was. Even when everyone was awake, each of the Espada barely bothered to speak to anyone, even to each other. She sighed, the large, empty marble hallways echoing the sound of her soft breathing. However, she soon realized that she wasn't alone.

"Hello there, Neliel."

She paused, that voice, the one person that she didn't want to run into today, "What do you want Nnoitra?" She asked the man behind her; soft childish voice changing into a more serious tone.

"What? Not happy to see me?" The tall lanky man answered, a large twisted smile on his face as he walked around to face her.

"I'm tired, please leave me be."

"I bet you're heading off toward the Sexta's room, right?"

"Excuse me?"

Nnoitra laughed, "Don't play dumb with me. I've seen you talking to him." His smile disappeared, "You're such a whore."

Neliel stepped back, "Just because I talk to him doesn't mean I have a relationship with him."

"Yeah right," He leaned over, his face uncomfortably close to hers.

"Nnoitra, I meant what I said, leave me be."

"What? Am I making you upset?" He questioned, a smile painted on his narrow face.