Well, readers, I apologize for the long delay it took to give you more chapters but I had issues with uploading my documents. Well we are back, and a quick recap I guess should come with this one since it has taken so long. Short version, Mirella the human girl with a mysterious force inside her has just had her interrogation by Aizen and nearly kills Nnoitra. Now he is formulating a plan for payback and Grimmjow is her guardian, and is somewhat happy about it. So away we go!

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Chapter 6

Not a Porn star

Mirella

I opened my eyes and immediately wondered what stark white room I was in. The artist in me craved color and so I had it everywhere normally. I knew this wasn't my room. What the hell? Where am I? I thought to myself as I sat up.

Then it all came crashing back down around me. I'm in Hueco Mundo. I nearly killed Nnoitra. I'm still safe though. I got up from the surprisingly uncomfortable bed and looked around. The room wasn't bad, just… dull.

I meandered over to the mirrored vanity and looked at myself. I found comfort in seeing my familiar face staring back at me. I saw a brush on the vanity (also white and black) and I began to brush out my hair. I pulled the stray wisps from out of the collar of my nightshirt. Wait… nightshirt? I thought I was wearing a lab coat… oh god what happened now? Don't freak out, I coached myself, ask Grimmjow, he's your keeper right now.

"Grimmjow!" I yelled, fighting the nervous edge in my voice, trying not to think the worst of why I was in someone else's clothes.

The Espada flew through the door in the wall, looking as if he had literally rolled out of bed and thrown on his pants to come in here. "What happened?" he asked anxiously, no doubt worried about what his superior would say if something had happened to me. "What's wrong?"

"Umm, do you know why I was redressed and by whom?" I asked him calmly.

He let out a relieved but somewhat impatient sigh. "I did," he said looking me straight in the eye. "Who else could it have been, I don't think anyone else can even touch you."

I nodded in agreement with that but then questioned, "Why did you find it necessary to strip me?"

"I didn't strip you, I redressed you!" He exclaimed, "Did you want toi sleep in a filthy lab coat with piles of sand from the desert under you?"

"I'm sorry," I told him, stepping closer to him. "I wasn't trying to accuse you of anything, I just don't generally wake up in strange clothes without remembering what happened that ended with that result. Will you forgive me for insulting you? I promise I didn't mean to."

He looked somewhat shocked. As if he couldn't believe I had asked him for forgiveness, let alone accepted his answer without more questioning. When he saw me examining his expression he quickly changed back to his normal stony exterior. "Yeah, fine. I forgive you," he said almost belligerently as he headed off to his room.

"Wait," I called out to him, softly.

"Is there something else you need, girl?" He asked coolly.

"Yes," I replied firmly, "I would like to know where everything is in this room, as well as set another meeting with Aizen. "

His eyebrows rose at my last request. "What should I tell him it has to do with?"

"I need some things from the real world, as well as permission to change a few things in my room. Tell him it will make me happy," I said haughtily as I saw his expression shift to incredulity.

"Alright, whatever," he said dejectedly.

"Oh, and Grimmjow, one more thing," I said, waiting for him to turn to look at me before continuing, "If you don't mind, will you please call me Mirella?"

"Of course," he answered, a small bit of his sideways smile tugging on his lips. He turned and went through the door back to his room.

I spent the next hour exploring my room. My first discovery was finding the bathroom behind an invisible door in the far wall. Thank god, they have plumbing, and apparently a very good maid service, I thought, noting that the bathroom was yet again all white, everything so clean it practically glowed. I decided to take a shower, deciding that after all exertion yesterday I probably needed one.

I took a fairly fast shower because of the temperature. I wrapped myself in a rough towel and couldn't help but wonder why, if Aizen was all-powerful, he didn't even enjoy any luxuries such as soft towels and mattresses. I opened the door to let the steamy air out as I began to raid the drawers of the bathroom for a hair tie and comb. I found the comb immediately, amazed at the organization of the bathroom. The drawers were compartmentalized for god's sake! OCD much, Aizen-chan? I quipped to myself. I kept looking around the cabinets and drawers, successfully finding every hair product known to man, except hair ties.

I thought of the women I knew of in Hueco Mundo: Sexy, sexy and sexy. That must be why there were no hair ties, because every woman here kicked ass looking like a super model, or at the very least a porn star. I looked through the cabinets for mousse, vaguely remembering Danny yelling at me… something about mousse in wet hair being the easiest way for me to "attempt to look presentable". Wow, I am a pathetic excuse for a female, I thought to myself as I read the directions for use on the back of the mousse bottle. Seemed simple enough and I quickly rubbed it through my hair. I tucked my towel tight around me as I stepped out of the bathroom to go see what was in the closet.

No sooner had I begun to enjoy the coolness of the room, I stepped on the cold marble floor and softly cursed under my breath. Seriously Aizen, cold marble floors and not even a rug? Cheapskate. I tiptoed gingerly over to the closet and looked with apprehension inside the doors. "Dear god you have got to be kidding me!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Again, Grimmjow flew through the door nearly immediately, fully dressed this time, but carrying his sword in his hand. "What happened?" he asked quickly. Upon seeing my angry but not terrified grimace he stood straight and said dryly, "What's wrong now?"

"This!!" I screeched pointing at my closet.

"It's clothing."

"That is not clothing!" I rebuked him angrily feeling heat build inside of me, "Those are strips of cloth only wide enough to be held together by two stitches. I will not be degraded by having to fit Aizen's porn star fantasies everyday like his mindless twins. I refuse!" I paused as I saw Grimmjow begin to look afraid and noticed that the orange aura was back, with visible waves of heat coming off of it like a mirage in the desert. I was angry. The anger made me channel my power. It was a start.

"Please calm down… Mirella," he said with surprising softness. I looked at his sapphire eyes staring straight into mine. I reined in my anger and the glow quickly faded.

"I'm sorry, that was wrong of me," I said as I hung my head. I looked back at him. Showing my stubborn streak, I told him, "I still won't wear that shit."

He allowed a small smirk at my rebellion. "Aizen will be angry if you don't wear the clothes he provided, and I will be punished for not making you."

I looked at him, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across my face, "What clothes?" I said. I channeled all my rage at Aizen's apparent sexism into my right hand, happy to see the aura reform with a pulsing energy behind it. I touched a glowing hand to the closet making it shoot up in flames. I laughed and sat down on my bed as alarms started going off. Hollows rushed the room to put it out. I stared at Grimmjow over the chaos and shouted out to him, "May I have a clean t-shirt now?"

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I apologize again for the late entry and also for the short chapter, but I really just wanted a fun scene that would expose the human down-to-earth, tomboy that Mirella is. I love working with Grimmjow as her counterpart, he is a character that in the right situation can have many levels to his personality. Please R & R. Also, a big thank you to LadyKatie8190, you are awesome.

~Echo