A/N: hey guys :3 coming at you guys with another installment of Electric Feel, my muse is usually really good music, or music going along with the situation of the storyline. If I find those I can peacefully write, otherwise, I'll cramp up on my imagination and things get screwed up :/ enough of my babbling. Enjoy ^^'

Jealousy Turns One Green

Grimmjow

I grabbed her by both of her arms and shook her. "Look! Don't play fucking games with me Nel! Your brother is treading on my turf and I. Don't. Like. It. Do something about him!"

She narrowed her eyes at me and yanked herself away from my reach. "What the hell do you want me to do about it?! He means nothing to me anymore...and neither do you!" she hissed.

My eyes widened slightly. How does she sleep at night thinking such fucked up thoughts about me? All in all, her words slightly hurt me.

I stepped away from her a little and shoved my hands in my pockets. "If that's how you feel then coming here was a waste. I only came here for answers and I got them...I'm leaving"

_*Outside: Dusk*_

I tugged on my biker jacket a little tighter, the rather brisk air grabbing at my skin like snakes. It was cold outside...I hate the cold. It was rather weird feeling what I felt inside, outside. My right eye twitched a little, that thought confused me.

Getting lost in my mental torment, a familiar person spoke to me from behind.

"What are you doing here? I would think you'd be off somewhere indulging in the female sex"

Turning around, I grimaced at an old friend. After a couple of years the other had moved, which explains our distance towards eachother. Deep green orbs searched my blues for familarity and/or differences in character. Seeing nothing, he continued to occupy my presense with his.

His jet black hair fell at the nape of his neck and fell lightly away from his face in flips.

'so he grew it out...or he just got lazy' I thought. I'm thinking the latter.

His pale skin on the other hand, had not changed. As a matter of fact, the dim street light shining on him did him no good and made him appear even more ghost like. The attire he wore was rather trendy. A plaid red and black checked shirt loosely hung from his torso, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Chains jangled and I looked down to see his studded belt has an ensemble of chains on it. His jeans were a starch gray and ript on the sides, and finally a pair of black and white converses occupied his feet.

I snorted at his rather biast comment, if I can recall he was quite the skirt chaser too. Just quieter about it. "That sounds more like you, Ulquiorra. Believe me, those days are over. Women tend to be whores these days."

He chuckled and his eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh really? Has our rebel finally grown up? Or is it that such a beauty has captured his gaze in such a hypnotizing way, that he can't look at anyone else?"

He stared into my eyes again and could easily tell when I was going to lie, even before 'lying' came into my mind as an option. "I hate it when you hit things right on the nail like that Ulquiorra. It pisses me off" I muttered grouchily.

He chuckled again except lighter. "Everything pisses you off. There's just no telling when you finally go balls deep crazy"

One eyebrow of mine lifted as I stared at my friend. He sounder a lot happier now, wonder what changed in his life. Looking back in the past for a brief moment, I always remembered him being a bit of a downer. He didn't have hope in anything or anyone, I can't even remember how we bacame friends...we just sort of did.

Looking around awkwardly, I scratched the back of my head. "Do you want to meet her?" I asked him.

His face turned serious and after a while he nodded. "It'd be interesting to see her"

Orihime

"I can go home now?" I asked unsure. The nurse nodded and smiled at me.

"Your clothes are in that corner over there. Don't strain yourself too hard and make sure to take your pain medication" she instructed.

I nodded to almost everything she said just to get her to leave. Going home was a well needed must. The door clicked behind her and I took this chance to reach up and rub my fingers ,searchingly, throughout my scalp. Finding what I was looking for, I felt the raised welp near the tail end of the scar. As my finger ventured more and more up the scar, my mouth fell wider and wider. Just...just how long and wide was the scar itself?

Tears welled up in my eyes, it's ugly. Disgusting. I hated it so much, this scar that placed itself near the crown of my head. Luckily, I had enough hair to cover it up but that wasn't enough. The emotional damage was done. I could hardly ,normally, keep my emotions inside enough as it was. Then this happens.

_*Outside: Night*_

Brrr..I hate the cold. There was nothing better than the feeling of sun across your face and skin, a beautiful sensation. At least one pretty sight graced the night, and that was city lights from buildings lighting up the dark blanket of the sky and settling clouds.

Smiling a little, I escaped my troubles for the moment. Being here for so long and not even fully appreciating the night's beauty, a mistake on my part. Looking up, the moon and the city lights weren't the only thing dazzling this night. The stars were out too. Such pretty sparkling things, if only I could reach up..and touch one.

I giggled. I'd better get going, it is late after all. The soft plush fabric of my bed sheets were calling me anyway. Shrugging my sweater on tighter, I made a fast pace towards the direction of my house. I'm glad I wore sneakers today.

Aizen

"Discharged. I see, thank you"

I bowed my head slightly towards the head nurse and my way out of the hospital. She was stronger than I thought. A fall like that and on the edge of a desk no less, should have at least put her out for three months, four being the longest amount. She's still a girl though, so this must have put a massive blow into her emotional stability. A pretty girl like her...shouldn't be wasted on someone like Grimmjow.

...when was she considered pretty to me? When did my hostility towards Grimmjow grow to such an extent? Why am I just now realizing this? No, I know what this is. It's probably my mis placement of that girl, Orihime I think her name was, with Nel. She's probably younger than me by two years, so I view her as a little sister of some sort. I wouldn't want her to become corrupted thanks to Grimmjow's influence, such innocence should be protected.

Grimmjow

There she was. Her time in the hospital must have given her hair the time to grow a little. It touched her upper back slightly ,but little tuffs of it had apparently been cut in a certain area. The deep sinking feeling of guilt brought my whole demeanor to a small hole of complete oblivion.

I felt eyes on me and looked over at Ulquiorra to see him staring at me blankly. We both blinked at eachother a couple of times before he turned his attention back to the red headed beauty. His breath sucked in a bit and his eyes slightly widened in realization.

This expression didn't last very long and quickly disappeared. He turned his attention back to me and gave me a subtle disapproving look.

"I don't want to point fingers ,but...were you the cause of...?"

He gestured to the back of her head and I sucked at my teeth. A disapproving noise I made when displeased.

"Is not very noticeable...how did you see it?" I asked.

He turned his eyes back towards her form, slowly getting out of my line of sight. "I happen to notice very small details about certain things Grimmjow, if I'm interested or curious I'll make guesses at the situation until I'm right. Usually the first guess is correct"

I made an offended expression. "Why the hell was my involvement your first guess?! I'm not always violent!"

He shook his head in amusement. "There are two things wrong with your statement. 1)your very violent and there's no way you can convince me otherwise"

I rolled my eyes. "and the second thing?"

"That wasn't my first guess"

My mouth formed a straight line in thought. I didn't know rather to feel happy that the one person in the world that had the smallest bit of faith in me was Ulquiorra, or that he was possibly the ONLY one with any type of faith in me.

"She's gone" I said.

"Obviously" he retorted.

My left eye twitched and I had the urge to punch him, I'm not as stupid as he might think.

Orihime

A nice bath is what I needed all along. Not that I haven't taken one in years or something, but I think it's the alone time is what I needed. The warm water caressing my naked skin soothed away everything that had been on my mind a couple of minutes ago.

I sighed and mentally prepared myself, now for the hard part. Biting my lip, I sucked in air through my nose and plunged my head under the bath water for some seconds. It stung, it stung really really bad but I had to get through this in order for the swelling to go down and the scar to heal.

Before I even start washing my hair, I have to plunge my head under warm water for at least thirty seconds and part my hair accordingly to let the wound breathe. I got out the bath tub and pulled the plug to the drain and wrapped a black towel around myself.

Standing in front of the mirror, I parted my hair in front of the crown careful of my scar. Long, wet strands of my hair fell in front of my face and blocked my eyesight. I grabbed two rubberbands and made pigtails on both sides of my head which laid down on my shoulders. Feeling around carefully, I found the long pair of scissors I was looking for and cut the long strands of hair in front of my face giving myself a short forehead bang.

Kami, I looked younger somehow. A little weird if you ask me. Leaving my bathroom and entering my room I thought about all the mail I probably missed, we can't have overdue bills now do we? 'Not that that's a problem at all' I thought.

I quickly threw on some slender gray gym pants, black flip-flops, and a matching gray sweater that had a black stripe running around the bottom of it.

'I'm just quickly going to the mail box, I'll be back in a flash' I thought nervously. For some reason, I had a rather wary feeling clouding over me.

Grabbing my house keys and jogging down the stairs to my front door, the cold air assaulted me in a brute force. Grimacing, I bared through it and headed towards the box labeled eleven. Unfortunately, this block of other gated homes shared one giant mail box. My slender slot was labeled two eleven, which matched the same numbers on my door. It was similar to an apartment's way of doing things except I didn't live in one.

Reaching my hand inside quickly, I snatched whatever mail was left and hauled ass back towards my front door. 'Almost there' I thought encouragingly.

My foot hit my welcome mat and I opened my front door and got inside, the heater instantly defrosting me from the night's chill. Closing the door a little more slowly so it doesn't slam something blocks it from its destination. Looking down, I realize its someone's foot. Alarm rushes through me and I lean towards the slim crack of the opening door.

Recognizing the intruder, I quickly opened the door. "Sosuke...?"

A/N: yeah I did it and I don't care what you guys think about it. No they are NOT going to have sex, unless I enter a frisky mode and I inflict those feelings into my characters. Despite what you guys may think, in my story, Aizen happens to be older than Orihime BUT younger than Grimmjow :3 your probably wondering...well how the fuck does that work out? Well I'll tell ya, Aizen excelled in every aspect of his schools through out his whole life. No one knows why he exactly chose to be a teacher ,but the elder law enforcers let him pursue his career hoping his age would further encourage his generation to put forth the same effort Aizen has. Well there you go, the answer to your question.