Ichigo sat out the front go the shower block, cigarette in hand and a change of clothes at her feet, pie sticking to her hair and coffee staining her clothes. She was waiting for Nnoitra to finish in the showers, he was the only one yet to come out since he took forever just to wash his hair. He was incredibly vain.

"Showers are free Shiro." Ichigo jumped at the sound of Nnoitra's voice, standing she dropped her cigarette butt stomping on it.

"What's with waiting till we're all out anyways?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him for once.

"Don't want anyone seeing the massive scars on my back." He nodded understanding how she felt briefly touching his eye patch. Dumping her clothes by the sink, she glanced around making sure she was alone before pulling up her shirt.

"What the fuck." Wide eyed she yanked her shirt back down, turning to see Grimmjow standing behind her. Ichigo paled, wondering how much he saw.

"My office, now," he said, turning in his heel. Ignoring him, she stuck her head under the tap, washing the pie out of her hair. The rest could wait but if the pie was in her hair for much longer it wasn't going to come out easy.

Grimmjow stared at his hands, butting his lip, unsure how to phrase what he was about to ask. Ichigo stared at him silently, eyes like Amber stones. She was worried that he knew her secret.

"Uhh, sorry about this but I have to ask if ya received those wounds from some form of child abuse or any kind of abuse really. Protocol," he muttered lamely, groaned at how weird it was. Ichigo blinked in surprise and sighed. That's all he wanted to know. She hadn't been found out.

"No, all my scars are from a couple of accidents. No one has ever abused me in anyway," she said. He nodded relieved he didn't have to talk about what happened, it was always embarrassing to hear a grown man confess he'd been abused then break down and start crying.

"Cool, but fuck those burns are huge and the scars are just as impressive," he muttered awed, it took a lot to recover from burns that large, some people never did. He has a small one on his hip from when his last girlfriend had attacked him with a hair curler and that cained whenever he hit it walking into a bench.

"Yeah, i guess they are. I don't like people seeing my back though." He nodded, Grimmjow understood that. Battle wounds weren't as glorious as what people thought they were. Scars just served as reminds of what was lost in the war. He had some himself.

"Do you mind if I asked what happened?" Ichigo bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head.

"I got caught in a house fire when I was younger, I was lucky to get out alive and the majority of the scars are from when my twin accidentally pushed me through a window. He was running through the house with a blindfold on and ran into me."