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Chapter 7

Radiance

Grimmjow

I couldn't help but smile inwardly at the figure walking in front of me. Aizen was going to shit a brick. His personally designed uniforms for her had been burned to a crisp, only to be replaced by a pair of my hakama, folded over at the waist a few times and cut off right below her knees. The t-shirt I gave her was bright red and she had torn the back into strips, intricately weaving and tying them to make the shirt tight and quite sexy, though there was no way I was going to tell her that after her explosion about not wanting to be a porn star look alike.

"Excuse me," I heard an oily voice behind as say. I turned to see Szayel smiling as us, holding out his hand which contained two small pills. "I brought your vitamins to you. Aizen-sama has ordered that you take them while you are here in case your immune systems can't fight off any local bacteria."

I didn't trust him. "What's in them, Octava?" I snarled at him. I felt a touch on my arm and turned to see her amazing eyes, looking up at me. I briefly wondered how I was able to feel suck a gentle touch through my skin which was hard as stone. I soon lost my train of thought though as she began to speak to me.

"It's okay," she said calmly. When she saw my warning look she elaborated. "If I am being protected from all harm to me, Szayel will catch on fire when I go to reach for them." She turned to face him and said sweetly, "Are you sure you want to give them to me?"

Szayel's set face barely betrayed the apprehension he felt at the thinly disguised threat, but he held his hand out further. "I have nothing to fear, these are for your health and will do nothing but help you."

She grinned slightly, and reached out, gingerly plucking the pills and quickly swallowed them. "Thank you, Szayel."

We continued on our way followed by the Octava toward the dining area.

We entered the Espada dining room and everyone went silent, turning questioning eyes toward Aizen, wondering what his reaction would be to the girl's presence and state of dress. He eyed her, not giving away a trace of his feelings. "I expected you to be in uniform this morning, Mirella."

"We had a slight fire problem this morning, sir," she told him coyly.

"I will not tolerate insubordination," Aizen told her firmly.

"And I will not tolerate looking like a whore," she replied firmly, meeting his gaze head on. "I request clothes from the real world, sir. I cannot wear that crap."

"You cannot wear clothes from the real world; it would mark you as an outsider. Make you look like an enemy to other hollows and a weakness to our enemies. You must wear a uniform."

"Fine, but it better not look like the last one," she told him, getting odd looks for giving Aizen demands from some of the Espada while the others seemed to give small smiles at her boldness. "It will make me happy, Aizen-sama," she remarked sweetly, with a barely concealed undertone of acidity.

"Fine," he said angrily.

I think I have the coolest charge ever, I admitted to myself. I wanted to literally cheer her on in her antics against Aizen. I would cheer for anyone able to bring him down a peg, regardless, but it was even better since it was my girl. That sounds a bit possessive don't ya think, boy? Ok, not my girl, my ward? Screw it, I told myself, stick with Mirella.

I pulled her over to the table where a low ranking arrancar brought another chair for her as well as a place setting. She sat down at the table and looked around at the food. Stark looked at her and handed her a serving platter full of eggs and bacon, silently assessing her reaction.

"Thank you so much," she said enthusiastically, dishing herself a large helping. At my sideways glance she looked at me and said innocently, "What? I haven't eaten in two days!" She cleared her plate in record time and reloaded her plate with sausage, a biscuit, and rice mixed with miso handed to her by Stark, Harribel, and myself. I couldn't help but smile at the tiny woman stuffing herself next to me. She even surprised me when she decided to eat the traditional Japanese part of her meal with chopsticks as if she was born with them in her hand.

When she finished binging on breakfast food, she leaned back and rubbed her full stomach with a satisfied yawn. "That was amazing, thank you," she politely told the arrancar who removed her plate from the table. How is she always so pleasant? I wondered silently. Her world was turned upside down and she still tries to make others feel good. Humans… what else do I expect?

"Since you are finished," Aizen said to Mirella, immediately getting back to business, "did you manage to find anything out last night?"

"No," she replied honestly (After all, I could vouch for this because of my conversation). "I was too tired to dream, I believe. I am planning on using the remaining time of the morning to meditate in my room. I will do my best, but I do not know how successful I will be, sir."

He stared her down, and finally shrugged. "That sounds satisfactory to me. Why, may I ask, do you seem to think this will be difficult?"

"My room is inadequate to my needs," she said simply.

"All the rooms have the same amenities, and since I want you next to Grimmjow, I am afraid I cannot move you," he told her like a parent trying to explain something to a belligerent child.

"I don't want to move, don't worry about that," she said cheerfully, earning some strange looks from the Espada (Not Nnoitra… he's been staring at her with nothing but that look of hate and sick amusement since we walked in. I need to keep an eye on him.), "I just want to get some things from the real world and redecorate!"

I found myself breathing a small sigh at relief that she didn't want to move away from my room and protection. Get a hold of yourself, boy, what would it matter if she moved? She's just a human, I berated myself. I had to admit though, she was highly entertaining.

"I do not understand why this is necessary for your growth or gain of knowledge," Aizen said sourly.

"I like color and can't think properly when my environment does not feel like home. I need music too," she said studying Aizen's expressions to find out his reaction. When she saw him close his eyes in aggravation she added in a breezy voice, "and possibly my cat…"

"Fine, we will plan that for tomorrow, I will provide you with enough money to cover anything you may want. And if you manage to find your cat, you may keep it as well." At hearing Aizen say this, she broke out into a truly happy smile, the first we had seen yet.

Everyone's breath caught in their throat. Even Nnoitra had to change his expression. If she was beautiful in a terrifying sort of way when she was angry, she was nothing short of perfection when she was truly happy. The air swirled around her and burning golden embers appeared, but so tiny it looked like gold specks of glitter weaving and twisting her hair away from her face. Her eyes took on a more honey colored hue. Her lips curved into a perfect arc revealing a smile that shone in the light she created. Even Tousen turned into the breeze that felt like summer and smelled of flowers; he smiled slightly at the welcome fresh air. Gin's typical smile was absent as he gaped, open-mouthed, at the sight before his eyes. It was as if a goddess had shown her face in our presence.

Mirella got a confused look on her face at our stunned silence, and the spell ended as quickly as it was cast leaving a wake of stares that echoed sadness at the loss of beauty and joy. Aizen snapped back quickly after a nudge from Tousen.

"Yes, umm, you are excused, Mirella." He stood and walked straight out of the room.

`I stood up and excused myself and the still confused girl and pulled her gently away from the table and headed back toward the rooms. I opened the door and let her in to her room. "You need to try to meditate or Aizen will be angry," I said and turned to go back toward the door between our rooms.

"Grimmjow?" She said my name tentatively with a wavering voice. "Did I do something wrong? Everybody was staring at me and then, they all looked disappointed in me…"

I walked back toward her and put my hand on her shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong, girl, it's just been centuries since any of us have seen a truly happy smile. It's especially amazing coming from you." Did you really just say that?! Get a hold of yourself. You look out for her on orders, you do not mix work and play! Period.

My resolution died as soon as it was born and she gave me a thankful look and a quick hug and walked to her bed. I couldn't help but admire the sway of her hips and her graceful movements. I wished that I was climbing in the bed next to her. I am guy, is lust that bad? Will it ruin my mission just because I think she's hot? Who am I kidding, it has to do with more than her looks and I know it. How am I capable of love now when it was never possible before? Maybe it's just her. I quickly yanked myself out of my reverie and realized I needed to head back to my room. I headed toward the door as she spoke again.

"Would you mind staying close in case I need you?" she asked.

"I was already planning on it," I said over my shoulder. I went through the door, leaving it cracked as I headed to my bed to wait for her to be finished.

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Yay! Grimmy is finally admitting he might have feelings toward her! Well I hop e that everyone has enjoyed this chapter, I love writing from Grimmjows perspective, there's so much you can do with his character. Please R & R, I would really like some reviews before I continue, though honestly I will probably keep writing anyways, ^_^

~Echo