Sleeping was a bloody nightmare, Ichigo couldn't sleep on her sides or her stomach. Every time something touched her knee she was in pain and hissing, Yoruichi scowled at her all the time since she refused the pain meds. Ichigo didn't even know what to do with herself, nobody had bothered to entertain her since they were too dead from training to visit her afterwards. Ichigo didn't blame them. She would have done the same. Ichigo was missing the action; she missed the active life style of the military. A groan escaped her lips and she tossed the tactics book on the floor, grabbing another one from the pile attempting to read it this time. The last one had sat on her face to block out the light as she tried to sleep. Stretching as best she could, Ichigo reached over to pick up the phone. Maybe her stupid twin could provide some sort of entertainment. Or not.

"What the fuck do ya want?" He shouted, she had to hold the receiver away from her ear, seemed he had it on speaker phone. His music was blearing in the background, seemed he was working.

"Oi, it's yer better half. Don't be such a dick, assface."

"Hey don't talk like that ya cunt, weirds me out. It's like I'm talking to myself again, anyways 'm sorry for being such a fucking ass the other day. I was just worried," he muttered, the volume of the music lowering to the point where she could hear his fingers drumming against a key board.

"Yeah I know, violence is yer fallback," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Look do ya need something, 'm up to mah elbows in work and don't have time ta be fucking round." Ichigo sighed, she needed a distraction and Shiro was too busy to offer one.

"Nah, I'll talk to ya later," she muttered, not even getting a good-bye in return. She dropped the receiver back onto the desk, groaning, god hated her. Ichigo must have killed a lot of people in her last life. Yoruichi wasn't coming back till that night, there was really nothing to do but sleep and she wasn't looking forward to it.

That was until Grimmjow entered the room.

"Morning assface," she grunted, unamused by his appearance. Ichigo was still angry with him from his last visit. His trade mark grin consumed his face, kicking the bed he sat down, snorting.

"Can't ya be a little more respectful than that? 'M like yer boss, if I were ya'd be fired by now. Yer such a little shit Kurosaki," he said, grin still in place if not wider then before. Her stare was deadly as she flipped him off, he just shrugged.

"Look 'm sorry, I know I was being an assface but I have to put the best interests of my men first, can't have someone dying to protect you."

"I get it, I really do but that doesn't mean I can't be angry at ya. I will get stronger, ya don't have to worry bout me. I'm a survivor, I've been through worse," Ichigo said, lighting up a cigarette, she offered him one but rejected it. They sat in silence for a while, Ichigo watching the smoke twist and curve till it faded. It was a comfortable silence.

"And before I forget, we start playing with guns at the end of the week, though ya ought to know," he said, that grin returning full blast as her face dropped. Ichigo really hated him with a passion, the rest of the week was going to crawl along now.

"Good afternoon sir, Shiro how's it hanging?" Shinji asked bright cheery smile on his face as he walked into the nurses office, gash on his head blood dripping down his chin.

"What the fuck happened Shin-chan?" Ichigo exclaimed getting up to help him, wobbling as she stood. She pulled Grimmjow from the chair sitting the blonde down. He giggled, probably light-headed.

"Got in the middle of an argument between Red and Nnoi, flying cutlery. Two of them are so childish." Ichigo rolled her eyes, shifting her weight to her left leg. It was still to painful to put her weight on her right.

"No idea what on," he mumbled. Grimmjow left groaning about how their troupe were a bunch of idiots.

"What was the fight about?" She asked, hopefully Shinji would give her a proper answer now that Grimmjow had left the room. The man made him nervous.

"About whether it's better to date men or women." She blinked in surprise, wondering how the fight started up. Ichigo was pulled from her musings when Shinji grabbed her sleeve pulling her close.

"Nnoi told me he likes me," he whispered, acting like it was some big secret, an insanely huge smile plastered on his face. Which for him it probably was.

"I know, the groups been making bets on when he would finally grow a pair an confess." Panicking he grabbed her by the shirt, shrieking 'what?!'

"How did you guys find out before me?" Ichigo couldn't help it, she started laughing, holding it together long enough to apply the butterfly bandages to his cut. He glared at her bent over form, eyes tearing up in anger.

"Sorry Shin-chan it was pretty obvious he liked ya, the guy followed ya around like a puppy. I won the bet by the way, everyone else reckoned he'd just jump ya in the middle of the showers."