It had been ten days since Hisagi's last visit.

Grimmjow had pretty much assumed that he was never coming by again, and that he was destined to sit in the unnaturally grey cell for all eternity. He was expecting things to run smoothly, but that could never be the case. This wasn't some sort of manga, things were bound to mess up some way or another.

His heart was aching. He was hopelessly addicted to him, utterly obsessed, finding himself calling his name when he slept. Ten days, two hundred and forty hours, too many seconds to count...the time was really starting to catch up to him. Grimmjow tapped the floor with his foot, contemplating just punching the wall a few times to see if he really was awake. He felt as though he was floating in some make-believe world, a dream of some sort, where none of this was actually happening. The Winter War was still raging, he was still the sixth espada..if only that were true. He recalled the fierce battles he was in, the power of bloodlust coursing through his veins, tangling his thoughts to where the only thing that mattered was killing. Now he had to worry about keeping love and sex apart long enough to apologize.

Grimmjow wondered if he could do it. Could he swallow his pride to even stammer an 'I'm sorry'?

The door creaked omniously, as it often did. In strode the dark eyed Shuuhei Hisagi, a towel draped around his shoulders.

"What happened?" Grimmjow questioned, keeping his distance on the other side of the room. Hisagi wasn't sure if he meant why he was gone for so long, or why he was wet.

"..I was caught in the rain." Replied Hisagi, damp hair plastering to his forehead. Grimmjow had to admit that the sigh of a wet Shuuhei was a tempting, but he kept his urges to himself. Hisagi's eyes were glazed and reddened, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep or cried on the way there. He thought about a crying Hisagi, and mumbled that 'it didn't fit him'. Hisagi raised an eyebrow at his murmuring, but stayed on the opposite wall of the cell.

They were silent for a solid five minutes, the only sound vibrating through the air was the pounding of their hearts.

Grimmjow's eyes pierced through the tension and stared at Hisagi thouroughly, "Why are you here?"

"Kurotsuchi-taicho asked if I could come in again, and I said yes. Tell me," Hisagi leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, "Did you miss me at all?"

Grimmjow frowned, "Things were a lot more interesting with you around."

"Is that so?" The arrancar felt a shiver flit up his spine. How could he be so calm now? He was acting as if nothing had happened before, as if Grimmjow hadn't made countless mistakes. Hisagi yawned. He was tired of fighting, tired of ignoring the arrancar to please himself. He was pissed, yes, that much was true, but acting incredibly boring and docile was becoming irritating.

Hisagi watched his mouth move, his hands shove into his pockets as he spoke, but he couldn't hear a thing. His mind was elsewhere. Honestly, to think that the two could be talking again..

"Do you want me to?"

"..What?" Hisagi snapped from his thoughts, looking at Grimmjow with a slightly widened eyes. Grimmjow scoffed, aggravated that he hadn't been heard the first time after spilling his feelings into his words, "I wanna make it up to ya. The sex before was half-assed, at best, and you deserve better. Way better."

Hisagi stiffened. Was he really thinking of others, or did he want to get laid again? Hisagi regained his composure and became distant once more, "I won't fall victim to your sweet-talking, Grimmjow."

"This ain't sweet-talking, I really mean it. You really don't trust me, do you?"

"Why should I have any reason to? You swore to destroy a human town only to create more havoc under a betraying shinigami...We were on opposing sides, and yet.." Hisagi laughed quietly. It was either that or crying. The nerve of him, trying to make Hisagi fall for him yet again, like an idiot. It wasn't going to happen. "You want me to trust you, after all you've done? Are you a moron? Please tell me that you're just an idiot and you're not serious."

"I am serious." Grimmjow strode towards him, Hisagi feverishly flash stepping away. He was becoming nervous again, like his first ever visit. His heart was thumping in his ears, his hands clammy. The tables were turning now, Grimmjow was the calm one, Hisagi was the emotional wreck. Grimmjow finally caught him, and Hisagi was expecting something heinous, but he found that he was pressed against the arrancar's warm chest in a tender embrace.

"I want to apologize." Hisagi could tell that he was having difficulty saying that he was sorry. He would have hugged him in return, but he found that his arms were pushed in by Grimmjow. "I know that I hurt you, but I continued anyway...you've got every right to be pissed."

"I'm not really that mad anymore.."

"You're still nervous. I can feel your heart beating."

Hisagi sighed. He wasn't really sure what to do in this situation. To be honest, he needed a way out, a way to really be himself. Lately, the stress of everything in his life had been piled on top of him, suffocating Hisagi nearly to death. He had been too obsessed with staying away from Grimmjow, that everything else tackled him. "Grimmjow..let me go."

He instantly released him, inwardly embarrassed at his display of affection. Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck, trailing the scar of the chip that used to be there. Hisagi kept his eyes on the ground, "You, uh, really like me?"

"I've been telling you that since day one."

"You didn't think that our so-called relationship was going to be based on lies and sex, right?"

Grimmjow shuffled a hand through his hair. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. If he had to live in isolation for another seventeen months to get Hisagi to forgive him, then he'd gladly do it, but it was as if Hisagi was teasing him. Grimmjow frowned, remembering that Hisagi was still soaking wet. He looked at his own damp clothes, wishing that he could strip the two of them and get down to some serious love-making.

Hisagi eyed the dark splotches of water on his clothes, "Sorry about that.."

Grimmjow took a step forward, "If you don't get dry soon, you'll get sick." Hisagi shrugged, oblivious to what he was suggesting, "That isn't anything you should be concerned with."

"I think that it is.." He murmured, voice husky. Hisagi blinked, then suddenly straightened, "Grimmjow-" Hisagi was silenced by a gentle kiss to his lips. Grimmjow spoke against him, "You don't seem to be in the mood."

"I didn't come here horny, you know."

Grimmjow grinned and pressed a kiss to Hisagi's neck, "I'll get you eventually."

...

Mn, a slow chapter, sorry.

I'm not sure if I should make Hisagi completely forgive him or not...bah.

I'll just keep writing whatever comes to my head, I suppose.

~Pofa.