Sins Of The Past

"The fuck you dreamin' 'bout Szayel for?"

Shinji couldn't stop his eyes from going wide but he tried to cover the action by immediately rolling them.

"What are ya talkin' about?" He asked, shifting on the bed and yawning quietly.

"Ya were talkin' in yer sleep again. Ya said his fuckin' name." Nnoitra growled, the anger from earlier at hearing Szayel's name from Shinji's lips filling him once again.

"Nnoi, it was a dream…." Shinji started.

"The fuck said ya could dream 'bout other men while were in bed tagether?"

Shinji gave Nnoitra an incredulous look and sat up enough to rest his weight on one of his elbows.

"Ya can't tell me what I can and can't dream about, stupid."

"The fuck was it 'bout?"

Shinji rolled his eyes again. "I don't know. It was just a stupid dream. Who cares?"

"I fuckin' care. I hate him and I don't want ya dreamin' 'bout him."

"I'll inform my subconscious of that." Shinji muttered, sitting up and moving to get out of bed.

"The fuck you goin'?"

"Well if yer just gonna sit here and yell at me for somethin' I fuckin' dreamed about, I'm gonna go home." Shinji began looking for his clothes as he stretched his legs out in front of him and sighed. There went the morning sex euphoria.

"Did you an' him fuck around while I was gone?" Nnoitra asked point blank and Shinji's entire body froze as he bent for a sock.

"D-does it matter?" he asked quietly and he heard Nnoitra growl from behind him.

"Fuck yeah it fuckin' matters!" Nnoitra reached out and grabbed Shinji's upper arm, yanking him back to the bed and forcing the blond to face him. "You date 'im?"

"No." Shinji said through gritted teeth and tried in vain to free his arm from Nnoitra's grasp.

"But ya fucked, right?"

Shinji sighed and looked down at the bed, reeling from the suddenness of change in the atmosphere. "Yes." he said in a quiet voice and winced when Nnoitra's grip tightened on his arm.

"The one fuckin' guy ya should'a known was off limits…."

"What off limits?" Shinji snapped. "You were fuckin' gone, Nnoi! We weren't together anymore and I could do whatever the hell I wanted!"

"But not him! Any fuckin' one but him! Shit, the whole fuckin' island but him!" Nnoitra shouted back at Shinji, squeezing his arm even tighter.

Molten honey colored eyes met Nnoitra's violet one and Shinji yanked on his arm again. For some reason Shinji couldn't place that last comment hurt. Bad.

"What else. What else didja do that you ain't sayin'?"

"I'm not…."

"Bullshit! God, yer the worst fuckin' liar out there. Ya think I can't tell when yer hidin' somethin' from me?" Nnoitra cut him off.

"Fine, Nnoi, then why don't you tell me what happened in China? Why don't you tell me why it fuckin' took ya two fuckin' years to find two fuckin' kids! Or why ya been skippin' outta town lately. Or maybe ya could even start with why the fuck ya got a call at six in the mornin' on a fuckin' Saturday and left like the house was on fire?" Shinji slapped at the hand that was still gripping his arm tightly and tried to hold back the snarl in his voice. "Don't fuckin' come at me and start demandin' things when ya ain't willin' to answer anythin' yerself."

Nnoitra sneered. "It ain't as excitin' as ya think and I don't like tellin' borin' stories." he said from between his teeth.

"So what? Ya want answers from me then ya gotta give a little too, asshole." Shinji would have crossed his arms if he could but instead settled on glaring up into Nnoitra's narrowed amethyst colored eye.

"Fine ya stupid little bitch. Ya wanna know what took so long?"

"YES!"

"I got fuckin' lost. There's a lot of fuckin' people in China and the fucker moved around a lot and one of the places they stayed at was in the middle of a fuckin' jungle and I got fuckin' lost."

Shinji stared with wide eyes and face gone slightly slack, the lower half of his arm now numb from Nnoitra's grip. He got lost in a jungle? Shinji's brain didn't have time to compute this fully before Nnoitra was launching into his own special brand of story telling.

"After I made it back from fuckin' hell I fucked up and messed with the wrong person and pissed off a bunch'a stupid Triad lowlife bitches and every fuckin' time I got close ta Tousen and the kids one'a them fuckers would show up and out me and they'd run and I'd have ta start lookin' all over again. And besides the fact that my Mandarin ain't all that fuckin' good, people don't like ta talk to giants there. But finally, finally I found 'im and ended up gettin' shot fer my trouble and I didn't even get ta kill the fucker because emo-bitch-Ulquiorra got in my fuckin' way and put a gaddamned hole in the guys' chest."

"Ya got shot?" Shinji asked breathlessly, his stomach suddenly rolling at the thought of Nnoitra bleeding from various holes in his body, but Nnoitra ignored him.

"I get back here only ta get sent out again to grab this dude that won't pay on a loan because Grimm don't do that shit no more and Aizen was pissed I just left Tousen's body layin' out for anyone ta find. We're both fuckin' lucky I'm even alive after that stunt." Nnoitra added offhandedly. "And then, that fat fuck Longwei follows me over here to 'get revenge' for what I did ta his son and causes a whole buncha shit, an' Aizen's pissed 'cos Longwei helped out Tousen so Aizen put me on findin' the fucker since part of this was my fault. So this mornin' I got the call that we found him and I went ta collect but yet again I got cockblocked from doin' anythin' and was told ta go home."

Nnoitra took a deep breath, sharply inhaling through an open mouth, and narrowed his eye at Shinji's shocked face. "And then I get here and yer talkin' 'bout that pink haired fuckass in yer sleep like the fuckin' toppin' on the fuckin' cake." Nnoitra sneered again and leaned forward slightly, menacing air coiling around Shinji's body as if tangible. "Yer turn, Blondie."

Too many questions swirled in Shinji's head at Nnoitra's words but the underlying fear that now he had to say something won out. He couldn't get his brain to work, his mouth to move or produce enough saliva to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He didn't want to say it, didn't want to put to words what he had done in Nnoitra's absence. Didn't want to see Nnoitra's disappointment in him or have him any more angry than he already was. Shinji shook his head and the grip on his arm tightened enough he was sure the bones would crack.

"Talk."

"I… I don't want to." Shinji stuttered, refusing to meet Nnoitra's fierce gaze.

Nnoitra's other hand reached for Shinji's other arm and he gripped that one tightly as well before shaking Shinji. "Fuckin' talk. Yer the one that wanted to do this so bad so open that big mouth 'a yers and spill it."

"I…." Shinji paused.

Nnoitra shook Shinji harder, rage filling him even though he was uncertain why.

"Talk!"

"I shut down!" Shinji shouted, eyes focusing somewhere in the middle of Nnoitra's chest as the damn broke and the words began to tumble out like flood. "After ya left I didn't care about anythin' anymore. I wanted to ferget everythin. Booze, drugs, sex, anythin' to getcha outta my fuckin' head. You'd go away fer a while and I'd slow up on the pills and then I'd remember ya fer some reason and I was back in a gutter, out of my mind, didn't care where I was or who I was with. Then Szayel came…. He offered me another out. Better drugs, safer sex and money. So much fuckin' money." Shinji's breath hitched as his head filled with unwanted memories of how he had lived his life for nearly a year and he realized that tears where pouring from his unblinking eyes.

"What…? Money?" Nnoitra asked quietly, steam seeming to have left him at Shinji's words.

"I… I did his… I acted in his… movies." a sob tore through Shinji's body and his throat began to close up. He didn't want to say any more. He'd said enough for Nnoitra to hate him as it was.

"H… how many didja do?" Nnoitra asked, his hands falling from Shinji's arms and his voice a mix of shock and something else Shinji's could place a the moment. Or didn't want to.

Shinji shook his head, closing his eyes as silent sobs shook his shoulders. "I don't know." his voice broken and barely above a whisper.

"How many?" Nnoitra repeated, voice stronger and demanding.

"A lot." Shinji said, the words catching on a breath of air and barely reaching Nnoitra's ears.

It was coming now, Shinji knew it. Nnoitra was going to call him a whore and he knew that's exactly what he was. Of all the stupid things he had done in his life nothing had gone as far as the time right after Nnoitra left town. Nnoitra was going to leave him again and it would be all his fault. Again. He felt like his chest was ripping apart and the only thing he wanted to do at that point was run away. Run away and dig out his sleeping pills and take as many as he could so he'd drift off and never have to feel like this again. Never have to hurt or be hurt ever again.

"I'mma fuckin' kill 'im." Nnoitra snarled suddenly and Shinji's tear stained face snapped up to look at him.

"W-what?"

"I'mma kill 'im. How… that… FUCK!" Nnoitra stood up and started pulling his clothing on as Shinji watched him in a confused daze. He didn't understand what was going on here. Didn't understand who Nnoitra was mad at and why… why he wasn't yelling and Shinji for what he did.

"Nnoi, what…?"

"Don't ya see, ya fuckin' idiot? He preyed on ya. He saw ya the way ya were and he fuckin' knew ya wouldn't say no. Damn it!" Nnoitra pulled his pants up and neglected to button them as he searched for his shirt.

"But… but I'm a… I'm dirty. Why… why aren't ya yellin' at me?" Shinji asked, his voice breathy and confused.

Nnoitra stopped and looked down at Shinji still sitting on the bed and frowned. Nnoitra bent forward and placed a knee on the bed beside Shinji's hip, leaning close and forcing eye contact.

"Ya still doin' it?" he asked, his voice deadly quiet.

Shinji shook his head once, hard. "No. I quit a while ago."

Nnoitra's eye searched Shinji's face before he reached up and brushed one of Shinji's tears off his cheek with his thumb.

"Didn't I fuckin' tell ya ta stop cryin'?" Nnoitra whispered in a husky voice and Shinji closed his eyes as another sob shook his body. "I get pissed I didn't get ta kill no one taday and yer worried 'bout why I ain't yellin' atcha fer fuckin' around like ya did." he muttered with slight exasperation to himself and kissed Shinji's forehead.

Nnoitra pulled back and cupped Shinji's face in both of his large hands, titling up Shinji's chin up with his thumbs and waiting for those red rimmed honey eyes opened again. His stomach clenched as he realized just how much he cared about this man and the emotions that thought brought up made him want to run from the room and never look back while at the same time clutch Shinji to his chest and never let go. Sure, he was pissed off that Shinji took things as far as he did. He didn't like thinking that Shinji had been with other men, for money of not. Hated that he had recorded it for anyone who had enough money to pay for it to see. Was beyond furious that Shinji had resorted to drugs, was worried about his health and well being; that thought alone making his stomach roll within it's confines. But most of all and above everything else, he loved him.

Nnoitra swallowed hard and felt his lips twitch as his mouth tried to open so that he could say the things he wanted and most likely needed to say. He cleared his throat and licked his lips before the words finally came, surprisingly level and clear.

"I love you, Shinji."

It was the first time he looked into Shinji's eyes and said those words since the first time he had let them out, but this time things were far different. He watched Shinji's eyes widen, the pupils dilate, and then fill with tears. Shinji's chin trembled and he let out a small hiccup before launching into Nnoitra's chest and wrapping thin but strong arms around Nnoitra's neck.

"Why?" Shinji croaked out through shaking sobs. "I'm dirty. I'm a whore. I'm a drug addict. How could you love me?"

Nnoitra snorted and awkwardly brought his arms around Shinji's shaking shoulders.

"I gotta have a fuckin' reason?" he husked, feeling sappy enough not to list out all the reasons at that moment. "'sides, I ain't 'xactly perfect neither, idiot."

Nnoitra found himself rocking slightly as Shinji let it all out, tears falling fat and heavy against Nnoitra's neck and shoulder and sliding down his chest. He really wasn't sure what else to do at the moment and felt more than a little uncomfortable with everything. And he was still itching to get out and kill Szayel. He wasn't going to let that fucker get away with using Shinji like that. Finally Shinji seemed to calm down, the only sound in the room the soft sniffles coming from the blond man. But first he figured he should make sure Shinji got home safe and the sheets from the bed at least got stripped. He'd take them to a Laundromat later.

"You done?" Nnoitra asked in a gruff voice and Shinji nodded weakly, loosening his tight hold on Nnoitra.

"Sorry." Shinji whispered and Nnoitra grunted.

"Get dressed."

While Shinji dressed Nnoitra stripped the bed and tossed the dirty sheets in the corner to deal with later before he finished dressing himself. By the time they got out to Shinji's car -Nnoitra having ripped the keys from the blond's hands stating that he was better off driving- he was eager to get Shinji home so he could get on with his business of murder. Shinji was quiet most of the drive, thinking about everything that they had discussed that morning. Most of what Nnoitra had told him had just made him want to know more and ask more questions but he couldn't decide where to start. Finally, with a quiet voice, Shinji picked one and went with it.

"What did you do to that guy's son?"

Nnoitra was quiet a moment before grunting a reply. "I fucked 'im."

"Oh." Shinji's mouth tightened but he tried not to feel anything. It wasn't like he had kept his pants on the last two years.

"Longwei is a fuckin' homophobe. Thought I raped his faggot little shit and the little fuckhead didn't deny it."

"That…." Shinji looked up at Nnoitra and frowned. "What a shit."

Nnoitra grinned and chuckled. "Yeah."

Once they arrived at Shinji's apartment Nnoitra practically forced Shinji into the shower, slamming the door behind him and stomping down the hall to Shinji's bedroom, ripping the door open. Before he killed Szayel he had one other thing to do.

Fifteen minutes later Shinji exited the bathroom clad only in a towel and padded to his room to change his clothes. The shower had felt good, relaxed his over stressed muscles as the scents of his washes helped to ease his mind a bit. However, when he turned into his room and found it being torn apart he stopped dead and felt his mouth drop open.

"Wha… what are ya doin'?"

Nnoitra looked up from a box that contained loose photographs and narrowed his eyes.

"Yer gettin' good at hidin' things. Where the fuck are they?"

"Where are what?"

"Yer pills. I'm fuckin' flushin' them before I leave."

Shinji understood the panic that suddenly swelled in him, he'd been to rehab before, he knew he was addicted but he had been so careful lately. Mostly. Surely he could keep at least some of them.

"But…"

"I ain't leavin' till they're gone, so fuckin' tell me or I tear the room to pieces."

Shinji had never won a staring contest with Nnoitra yet and this time was no different. What felt like hours but was probably less than a minute passed and Shinji sighed, walking into the room and reaching into his bedside table. He twisted his arm and felt blindly on the underside of the top and pulled out six bottles that had been tapped to the wood. He set them on the table top and sat heavily on the bed, realizing for the first time just how many he still had. And could still get. Nnoitra scooped them all up without saying anything and set off for the bathroom to flush them all away. He hated pills. Shinji continued to sit on the bed, digging the ball of his foot into the carpet, before he bolted out of the room and ran down the hall.

"Wait!" he said, just as Nnoitra had opened one of the bottles.

"I ain't stoppin'."

"Just… leave me a couple for my knee. I'll need them after dancin' at the party."

Nnoitra looked into Shinji slightly wild eyes and shook his head. "I getcha a heating pad."

"But…!"

"Look, ya need sleep, I'll fuck ya till ya pass out. Ya hurt, I'll rub ya, put heat on it, cold… whatever. Y'ain't keepin' none'a these."

Shinji whined quietly as Nnoitra dumped the first bottle in the toilet and quickly flushed it. Nnoitra reached for another bottle and did the same.

"J-just… just…." Another bottle was gone and Shinji's hands started to shake.

Nnoitra reached for the sleeping pills and Shinji's body lurched forward. "Wait, damn it!"

"No."

Shinji took a deep breath, he knew this was a good thing but he couldn't get parts of him to realize that fast enough.

"Just… promise me something, okay"

Nnoitra stopped and glared, deliberately removing the cap off the small bottle in his hands.

"What?"

"Don't…," Shinji's eyes flickered to the bottle and he closed them briefly. "I'll shut up if you promise not… not to hurt Szayel."

"WHAT?"

Shinji flinched as Nnoitra's voice bounced off the walls and rang in his ears. "It's not his fault. I didn't have to say yes ya know."

"I don't fuckin' care!"

"Please! Just forget about him."

Nnoitra's body was nearly shaking with rage and he was sorely tempted to hit Shinji for his stupidity. Time to be an adult, Nnoitra, he thought to himself and tipped the pill bottle into the toilet.

"Fine." he grabbed the last bottle and ripped off the cap, noticing that Shinji's eyes were on it rather than him. "But if I catch ya with one more pill, I get ta kill 'im."

The contents of the bottle joined the rest in their watery grave and Shinji watched them swirl a few times before they were gone. He nodded and felt his body sag as he leaned into the counter top. Nnoitra grabbed the bottles up in his hands, he wasn't going to leave them there just in case, and started to leave when he noticed how white Shinji had gotten. He frowned.

"You okay?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"I feel sick." Shinji replied quietly and took a shaky breath.

Nnoitra snorted and grinned. "You'll get over it." he said confidently before leaving the room.

Shinji sighed and gave the toilet one more fleeting glance before he too left the room.

Ichigo stood on the stage at Wank and sighed. He sure hoped that he didn't feel so stupid come the party. Shinji cranked up the small stereo they had brought with them and grinned up at him.

"Dance baby."

Ichigo scowled. "Shut up."

Shinji hopped up on stage with Ichigo and grabbed the pole at the end, spinning in a quick circle before leaning his back against it.

"C'mon. Ya need ta do it." his grin grew and a thin brow cocked. "Or are ya chickenin' out?"

"I am not!"

"Then do it." Shinji goaded.

Ichigo let out another sigh and grabbed the pole he was next to, looking over at the stereo and scowling harder. "I don't like this song."

"Quit bein' a damn baby and make love ta that pole."

Ichigo gave Shinji a wry look before he bent his knees and spread his legs, dipping low before rolling his hips up until he was standing again. Shinji clapped his hands together and giggled.

"See! You can do it."

Ichigo looked away, no doubt trying to hide the blush on his face, and cleared his throat. "This feels as weird as it did back then, practicing with just the two of us."

"Put yer mask on then stupid. And here." Shinji hopped back off stage and reached for a can of beer, tossing it to Ichigo. "Drink that."

"Don't try and get me drunk just so I can dance with you." Ichigo grumbled but popped open the beer just the same.

"How are things with you and Nnoitra?" Ichigo asked after a bit. It was Tuesday, four days from the day of the party, but he hadn't been able to talk much with Shinji since the Friday before. When Shinji had called him that morning he had sounded tired and still looked it.

"Good. We ,uh… talked… about stuff. Things are… good." Shinji hedged, cracking open his own beer and drinking half of it down before his eyes met Ichigo's.

"Really? Then why do you look like shit?"

Shinji sighed and walked back to the stage, sitting at the edge. "You'll be happy ta know he threw out all my pills. Said he'd help me sleep by fuckin' me till I passed out but… that hasn't really been workin'."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I don't want to hear about your sex life Shin."

Shinji smirked. "You asked." he teased.

"Did he really throw out your pills?"

Shinji nodded. "Flushed all of them."

Ichigo frowned. "That's not how you properly dispose of medication, Shinji. You should have taken them back to the pharmacy and asked them to do it for you."

"Yes doctor."

Ichigo smacked Shinji in the arm and Shinji winced, the bruising there far from better. Nnoitra's grip during their fight at Starrk's house Saturday had left him with a large ring of deep purple bruising on his upper left arm and they had only just started fading. He remembered the look on Nnoitra's face when he realized they were there later that evening. A mix of anger and shame swirled in violet depths and Nnoitra reached for Shinji's wrist tentatively. It was fascinating to watch Nnoitra be gentle at times. Nnoitra lifted Shinji's arm and looked at the marks he had made, frowning at them as if that would make them go away. They had been sitting on the couch and Shinji shifted uncomfortably before Nnoitra bent forward and placed a series of gentle kisses against the flesh. Shinji's breath caught in his throat as Nnoitra kissed all the way around the arm and then up Shinji's shoulder to his neck. He never apologized for what he had done, at least not with words, but to Shinji the kisses had been enough.

"We got a lot of work to do." Shinji said, breaking his thoughts and pushing himself up. "Let's get to work."

"Goddamnit!" Nnoitra growled as he looked down at the bright orange head in his arms. Tomoe was currently gnawing on his pectoral like an infant rooting for a nipple and he realized for the first time that she had cut her first tooth since he had held her last.

Grimmjow chuckled as he juggled both of the boys. "Ichi doesn't like it when ya cuss around the kids." he pointed out.

"Yeah well he ain't fuckin' here and fer some fucked reason I am." Nnoitra grumbled and tried to pry Tomoe off him.

"I didn't have anyone else to help me out today. The movers are at the house and I needed to get some shopping done."

"Can't believe I'm fuckin' shoppin' with ya." Nnoitra continued to grumble. It was so… fucking domestic. It made him feel slightly sick.

Sorin was fussing and trying to wiggle out of his fathers' arms and it was everything Grimmjow could do not to drop both the boys. They were on their way to Wank to pick up Ichigo so they could finish up and go home for the night. It was their first night in the house and all of them were excited by this. Grimmjow just hoped that the kids would sleep the whole night through so he could "enjoy" the house with Ichigo. They still hadn't gotten a chance to make love in the house yet but he was bound and determined that they would that night. Nnoitra finally managed to unlatch Tomoe from his chest and held her out in front of him, the wet of his shirt uncomfortable against his skin.

"Why do you like me so much?" Nnoitra asked Tomoe and the small girl gurgled at him. "And I don't taste good so knock it off."

Grimmjow snorted and shook his head as they finally reached the building they were looking for. He waited for Nnoitra to open the door for them as he lacked the free hands to do it himself and they both entered… and froze at what they saw. Shinji was laughing his ass off at the edge of the stage, his back to one of the poles and his arms loose around his middle. A few empty beer cans scattered the stage but what caught Grimmjow's attention was Ichigo. On Ichigo's face was a plain black mask covering the upper half of his face and a grin. The orange haired man was wiggling his ass quickly from left to right, his hands resting on top of his head. He did one slow swing from right to left before his dipped quickly and stood, returning to his "ass dance" of before. Shinji cackled and finally fell to the floor of the stage, rolling a little at the sight.

"This is what you call work!" Grimmjow called out finally after picking his jaw up off the floor.

Ichigo stopped dead and looked over his shoulder seeing Grimmjow with a wide almost feral smile on his face. His face flushed white before going deep crimson and he dropped his arms. Shinji was at this point laughing so hard he was silent and curled in the fetal position where he lay.

Nnoitra walked to the stereo and turned it down all the way, the sudden silence in the room almost palpable. Nnoitra moved to the stage and sat next to Shinji, waiting to be acknowledged. Grimmjow finally reached Ichigo, who had finally taken off the mask and gotten off the stage, and handed Sorin over.

"What the hell was that?" Grimmjow asked and he heard Shinji snort but that was it.

"I…." Ichigo started and found himself unable to say anything else. He distracted himself by ruffling Sorin's thick blue hair.

"Are you drunk?"

"No!" Ichigo defended.

"So no excuse then huh?" Grimmjow chuckled.

"I was just… messing around." Ichigo voice was so quiet Grimmjow barely heard it over his own growing laughter.

"Ah! Ichi. Ya killed me." Shinji said, sitting up with Nnoitra's help and wiping tears from his face. "I'm dead. Can't dance Saturday."

"Shut up." Ichigo muttered.

"Why don't you dance for me like that?" Grimmjow asked, trying to ignore another round of giggles from Shinji.

"Sh-shut up!" Ichigo, who had started gaining back his normal color, flushed again and scowled.

"C'mon. You can christen the new house by strippin' for me tonight." Grimmjow leaned forward, leering. "Nostalgic, ne?"

"Do it Ichi! Ya need practice!" Shinji shouted and grabbed Tomoe from Nnoitra's arms, kissing the top of her head and rubbing noses with her.

"Shut up!"

This sent Shinji into another fit of giggles and Nnoitra shook his head. It was nice to see Shinji in a good mood. He'd been so snappish lately it was starting to piss him off. Grimmjow kissed Ichigo's cheek and stood up straight.

"Seriously, I'm tired. Let's get these monsters home."

Ichigo sighed, hoping that Grimmjow would forget what he had seen yet knowing that it was impossible, and settled Sorin on his hip. "Fine."

Nnoitra and Shinji helped Grimmjow and Ichigo take the kids out to the car and watched them drive away, one big, rowdy, happy family, before they walked back inside Wank. Shinji was still struggling with his giggles and Nnoitra shook his head.

"The hell were ya two doin'?" he asked, wishing he had seen Shinji's dance if he had been doing one.

"I finally talked Ichigo inta doin' a dance for me and eventually he did that. I couldn't believe it. We hadn't drank that much." Shinji let out a small giggle before composing himself. "But once his mask was on it was like the old days again."

Nnoitra pulled Shinji close, careful not to touch his injured arm, and kissed the top of his head. "Finish up here and let's getcha home."

Shinji smiled to himself and pulled away, grabbing the stereo and sighing. "Four more days." he muttered and then smiled brilliantly. "I can't wait!"

Nnoitra shook his head and the left together, locking the door behind them.

A/N Well I hope this was worth the wait. Had to lighten things up at th ened after all that emotion ;p ALso, for those of you that haven't already seen the new art, please head on over the the fanclub, link on my profile page, and check out the submitions. And we're also having another contest and I would LOVE to have more people submit this time :D Anywho, would love to hear thoughts. Penny is off to relax for the night!

Enjoy~~

~Penny