Disclaimer: I dont own bleach, just all the OC stuff

Chapter 3

Unlike what she had expected, it was very neat and clean. There was a bed, with clean fresh looking sheets, a closet with the same outfit as what he was wearing, and a large open window that looked out over Hueco Mundo. The floor was tile and very clean and shiny, the walls were a gray blue color, and made Grimmjow's hair stand out brightly.

"Umm…nice room." she said. He rolled his eyes,

"It's clean only 'cause of the numeros." He laid down on his bed, his arms crossed behind his head in a casual way. Hara found her eyes drawn to his bare chest, and the hollow hole that was on the lower part of his stomach. Grimmjow noticed and smiled slightly, Hara looked up at his face,

"What are numeros?" she asked. He sat up and stared at her,

"Geez, do you know anything about this?" he gestured around the room for emphasis. Hara scowled,

"Not really, but I know quite a bit about hollows." He laughed,

"Well obviously, I'm no simple hollow." she stared at him,

"Obviously. Well, Mr. Know-it-all, why don't you explain?" She glared at him slightly as she kneeled on the floor,

"Fine." he sighed,

"Well, first of all, arrancar are hollows that removed their mask."

"But how come all of you have part of a mask left?" he shrugged,

"Dunno, we just do. Anyway, there are two classes of arrancar, the espada and the numeros. We espada go from one to ten, and we have our number tattooed on our bodies to prove it. Were the elite, Aizen's best, basically." he said it proudly,

"And the numeros?"

"They basically work for us espada, and are weak in comparison."

"Oh. I think I get it now." said Hara as she shifted positions on the floor. Grimmjow stared at her as he moved towards the head of the bed,

"You know, you don't have to sit on the floor." he patted a spot on the bed beside him, "Come over here." Hara stared at him, "Aw, come on, I don't bite…much." he laughed. Hara laughed and joined him on the bed. He watched her, his deep blue eyes seemingly happy. "See? Better than the floor." Hara nodded,

"Yeah, thanks." he shrugged.

"So you done asking me questions then?" she nodded, "Well, my turn then. What are you exactly? You're human, yet you took on Nnoitra and made him back off…" Hara grinned,

"I'm like a soul reaper, only I never became one the normal way." she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, "My brother was a soul reaper…he didn't want to follow their orders anymore, and he deserted. They didn't like that, and they found him…he was to be executed." she pulled her ebony hair away from her face, "He knew they were coming for him, and he didn't want to go back…So instead he came to me. For a while, they couldn't find him, but then they did.

"There was a fight, and in the end my brother was fatally wounded. Before he died, he made me take his zanpakuto and pierce my chest with it, giving me his powers. He told me he didn't want all the hell he went through to become a soul reaper to go to waste, so I'd better take it. I did, and right after…he died." Hara paused, her voice sad and angry.

"I began to train, fighting to become stronger than my brother, strong enough to take revenge on those who killed him. I fought anyone and anything that challenged me, and soon enough, the soul society got wind. Instead of attacking me, they wanted me to join them. I refused to join them, and they wanted to kill me, as I was too much of a threat, but…Aizen convinced them otherwise." Grimmjow stared at her, "He said I had potential, and talked them into letting me come to the soul society. I decided to go, but I never fell for the fake niceties of Aizen. I could see right through him, call it instinct, but I knew he wasn't to be trusted…"

"How come you're here then?" asked Grimmjow. Hara shrugged,

"A bit of curiosity, boredom, and Aizen summoned me here too." She relaxed a bit, letting her legs hang off the bed,

"And why did he do that? What are you to him?"

"And you were complaining about my questions…" laughed Hara, "Well, for one; I am very interesting to Aizen. Out of everyone he's met, I'm the only one who cannot be fooled by his zanpakuto. Of course that made me a threat during his time at the soul society…So, he made a deal with me. In 

return for saving my life, I could not say a word about what he had planned. I wasn't there when he left the seritei, and that made the soul society very suspicious. They tried to get me to talk, but I refused. They were going to try more drastic ways to get me to talk, but I escaped and high tailed it to the material world. It was then that Aizen summoned me, and I came, more out of having no choice than anything. It was come here, or face the soul society…and they aren't in the best of moods lately either…with you guys scaring them so much." she laughed as she said the last part.

Grimmjow watched her with one eye closed as he leaned against the head of the bed,

"Ah, okay, I get that…My only question is how the hell you got so strong…I mean, Nnoitra isn't that weak…" Hara smiled,

"It's just how I am…" she turned to him, "How did you get so strong?" he shrugged,

"I just am." She laughed and lay on her back, stretching her arms over her head. Hara was very conscious of his eyes on her as she stretched, she sat back up, "Hey, Grimmjow?" she asked. He looked at her, "Do you remember who you were before you became a hollow?" His eyes widened,

"No…why?" no one had ever asked him that before. Hara shrugged,

"No real reason, just curious…" Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Grimmjow jumped to his feet and went over to it. Hara saw that beside his hollow hole, on his back lay a tattooed number six. Grimmjow opened the door,

"What is it?" he asked a strange looking arrancar with a bandaged, lemon shaped helmet on his head that Hara guessed to be his hollow mask.

"Grimmjow-sama, I was sent to tell you that you are to be Lady Hara's escort…" his teeth were funny looking; they were shaped like the teeth of a gear. Grimmjow glowered over him,

"Who the hell said that?" he asked, the arrancar, who was obviously a numero, quailed a bit,

"A-Aizen-sama." Grimmjow sighed,

"Fine then. Go." He shut the door and turned around. Hara was staring at him sadly, "What?" he asked.

"You don't want to be my escort?" she asked. Grimmjow stared at her for a second,

"It's not that. I don't mind that at all…it's just that I hate taking goddamn orders from Aizen all the goddamn time."

"Oh, I see." she replied. "I imagine that can be very annoying…I don't like Aizen much myself." she lay on her back, on his bed. He walked over and stood above her, staring down at her,

"Comfy?" he asked. She smiled at him,

"Very." Grimmjow rolled his eyes at her, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"So are you just going to lay there? At least scoot over so I can sit on my own bed…" Hara laughed and sat up,

"Actually, I was wondering…Do you know where I can get a new pair of clothes…I'm tired of wearing a soul reaper's outfit…it's so constricting." He gave a laugh,

"You're weird." he went to the door, "Come on, I'll escort you to where you can get them…" Hara jumped to her feet, she went over to him,

"Thank you, my escort." she laughed, he just shook his head and showed her the way.

a little while later

"Are you done yet?!" called Grimmjow as he paced outside the room. Hara had been in there for over an hour,

"Almost!" was her reply, again. He hated waiting, and was getting very impatient.

"Hurry up!" he said.

"Is there some prior engagement that you're to be late for?" was her reply. He growled but said nothing more. A few minutes of silence went by, and the door opened. Hara stepped out, and Grimmjow stared in awe.

Hara was wearing the typical outfit of arrancar, but like everyone else, she had personalized it. The shirt part was sleeveless and much like a long tank top, only tighter against her body. It was long and went down to her hips, with two stripes starting from her shoulders and going to the bottom of the shirt. Instead of pants, she wore a short skirt, with boots that went just past her knees. All together, she looked like out of a rock band, and not just because of the clothes, but because of her dark lashes and dark, wild-yet-soft hair.

Grimmjow stared at her, speechless and empty of expression. Hara stared back at him intensely.

"What do you think?" she asked picking at the bottom of her shirt, "I threw it together for close 

combat and comfort…" She looked up at him, he was still speechless, his eyes unblinking. Hara frowned,

"Hello? Grimmjow?" she called, waving her hand in front of his face. He blinked once, "Hey, Grimmjow," her cheeks turned a bit pink, "I don't look that great, so snap out of it-" He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, "Agh! Hey! What are you-" her face was inches from his own. Hara turned red as she saw the look in Grimmjow's eyes. He started to lean in, his eyes closing. Hara was frozen; she just stared at him as his lips came closer and closer to hers.

Suddenly, when his lips were just touching hers, she pulled away with a powerful tug of her arm. She fell back into the wall, her eyes wide. Grimmjow stared at her, shock on his face.

"H-Hara-" was all he could say as she suddenly ran down the hall, away from him, her eyes angry and…filled with something else. He chased after her, but she had the head start, and turned a sharp corner. When he came around it, she was gone. He stared down the hallway, his expression going from shock and concern to anger. Grimmjow punched the wall,

"Shit! What the hell did I do?" he wondered why she had pulled away from him. Was it because he was taking things too fast? Or was it something else? Did she even like him that way? Grimmjow rested his head on the wall, he punched it again, and slowly went down the hallway, hoping he could find Hara soon so he could apologize and maybe find out why his kiss had been rejected.