Author's Note:

Heart attack averted. While editing this chapter, I was watching Outnumbered on SurfTheChannel when my computer went insane, all because my dragon pendant caught the laptop! Thought I had lost this! :'(

Luckily I hadn't so be thankful for an update!

Chapter Ten

Previously-

She made to move across the kitchen, but hands settled on her waist and pulled her into him. She cuddled into his warm chest and smiled to herself. He had been a good friend, yes, but she imagined him to be an even better boyfriend. She smiled, a wide and true smile, and his lips made contact with hers.

As soon as Rukia and Grimmjow entered the classroom on the bright and sunny Monday morning, it wasn't long before gossip started to float by. Supposedly, the newly formed couple had been having an affair since Grimmjow started the school and Ichigo had broken up with her on Friday at the party, after finding out.

Naturally, nobody believed the truth, which was that Ichigo had been cheating on her, and that Grimmjow had taken the infidelity into his own hands.

Rukia held her Kuchiki pride high and brushed them off. She settled into her seat, ignoring Ichigo's hisses of hate in her ear, and Grimmjow's soothing words of, "Ignore them". Opening her textbook, she started to read the chapter, muttering the printed words under her breath. She started to answer a practise question and had just started to write her answer, when a scrunched up piece of paper hit her on her raven head,

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it:

YoUr A LiTtLe WhOrE, RuKiA KuChIkI

Tears pricked her eyes and she distinctly heard Ichigo laugh beside her.

The first rehearsal of Wicked was scheduled for that afternoon after school, and it was a very subdued Rukia who entered the gymnasium from the girls' changing rooms wearing a white tank top and baggy black sweats.

Mr Urahara was in fine form, having them warm up first their voices, followed by their bodies, before launching them into a first run through.

The rumours of Rukia and Grimmjow's so called "affair" had died out surprisingly early for a high school rumour. It wasn't long before the group were laughing and joking as if nothing at all had happened. Rukia even found herself smiling at Orihime as she heaved her bag onto her arm and headed outside.

"I'll drop you off, yeah?" asked Grimmjow, his face still flushed from the rehearsal.

"Sure," Rukia said, and gently blew the air from her mouth upwards on her face, as if it would cool her down.

He watched her sway into the house, swinging her hips. She paused at the door and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and indicated to Starrk to drive on home.

As Grimmjow entered his home, all he began to think of all the things he needed: a nice cold shower, some clean clothes, perhaps something to eat, his homework out the way, a nice long chat with his Rukia on the phone and then some chill out time with his book.

His mouth hung open as he noticed a figure on the step, a suitcase at his feet.

The figure was pale, almost an albino, with startling green eyes, which had been outlined with black kohl eyeliner. Black hair hung around the shoulders, perfectly straightened, almost like a girl. The clothes the figure was wearing were skin-tight- a black t-shirt with the words Twilight emblazoned across the front in white spiked letters and tight black and white striped jeans- compared to Grimmjow's baggy navy sports set. On the figure's feet, were baseball boots. Whoever it was, it was even accessorising, with a sweat band, a red beaded bracelet and a black spiked dog collar.

Grimmjow took a double take before he realized it was a boy.

"Hi Grimmjow," the figure said. "I'm Ulquiorra, Uncle Gin's son, meaning I'm your cousin. Nice to meet you".

Author's Note: Cliffhanger! Need I say more?

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