Sorry about that; I'd been reading a bit of the story and the chapter I posted was the one I'd stopped at, so I guess I foolishly, subconsciously thought that it was the right one. Good news is, there'll be another post now. Bad news is, likely no post next week since it'd be for the one I already posted.

"Why haven't you done it yet?" She asked him, still expecting it. He was too. And didn't know why himself. There wasn't an urge to leave her alone or anything. He'd just… lost interest. It took a few moments, but he eventually lowered the blade away from her and allowed himself to step back shakily, sitting on the ground after bending his knees enough to allow him to fall into a sitting position.

Grimmjow slid his sword back into its sheath and leaned forward a bit, resting.

"I don't know. Just drop it." He told her, trying his best to ignore all the pain he felt now that he wasn't completely focused on getting his sword back or killing her.

She struggled to sit up, not seeming to care that the neckline of her shirt, which had been low to begin with, had been torn off.

"I thought you wanted to kill me."

"I did."

"But now you don't?"

"I told you to drop it. Since I spared your life you should at least be able to do that."

She remained silent for a few seconds, and then she seemed to notice something.

Grimmjow closed his eyes just in time to momentarily feel the pain in his left leg soar, and flashed his eyes, open, ready to cut her head from her neck again. The girl withdrew the piece of glass that she'd pulled from his calf and set it beside her like any other object.

He relaxed and sighed, running a hand through his hair as he decided which source of pain to pay more attention to, ignoring it not being an option.

"What is your name?" She asked him, earning a glance.

"Why do you care?"

"I want to know."

He scoffed and looked away, not saying anything for over a minute. Yet she didn't seem impatient or expectant of him to respond.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

"Hm."

"What is it?" He asked irritably, as if she'd just laughed at him.

"It's a special name. I've never heard anything like that before."

"Yeah?" He asked rhetorically, staring off at the no-longer existent sunset.

"My name is-"

"I already know what your name is. Diva right?" The Arrancar asked her without much of an interest behind his tone.

"…yes."

"I heard your boy toys say it enough times to remember it for the rest of my life."

She almost laughed, though instead she just smiled.

"You're funny."

"Huh."

His gaze drifted from the dark purple clouds, the last signs of light, and searched until they found the crescent moon, fixating on it. For a moment memories of his "past life" came back to him; hunting other Adjuchas to get stronger and keep from losing himself. But to reminisce about all that now, when it was no big deal, would be stupid.

This girl wasn't like any normal human, and though Solomon and the other guy had acted semi-normal she didn't seem anything approaching human in the way she behaved. That wasn't any big deal, since he wasn't human either, but it meant she might decide to take another bite out of him if he so much as yawned. But when she moved, it didn't seem aggressive or that strange sort of sensual "vampire movement" either; she only sat next to him and looked at the moon as well.

"You don't have to stick around just because I didn't kill you, you know. I don't care if you're here or not."

She closed her eyes, looking sleepy.

"I like having you here." She spoke unashamedly.

"What the hell? She goes from trying to tear me apart to being my cuddle-buddy. This girl sure is strange."

"Why the hell is that?" He asked, sounding like he didn't he care even though he was genuinely curious, still looking at the moon.

"You're different from everyone else."

"Pah. You like having me here because I'm not a human or whatever you are? I'm not some kind of science experiment."

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That isn't what I meant."

"Oh?" He asked, looking away from the moon for a moment to see what she was getting at.

"Everyone else I know is either obsessed with work, with killing my sister, or with killing me. It seems like they're chained to something and they always go on about the same thing."

"I just wanted my sword back." He responded, not sounding arrogant or anything over something like that.

She smiled deeper at him, making him feel uncomfortable.

"I know. What do you want to do now?"

Grimmjow looked back at the moon again.

"There's this guy I want to beat. After that I-"

"What the hell? I don't care about this chick. Why am I telling her anything?" He asked himself, getting up after cutting off his sentence.

"It doesn't matter. Don't attack me again, next time I'll probably kill you."

She stood up as well, and he glanced over his shoulder.

"I want you to stay here."

He frowned more than usual.

"It's not your choice. I go wherever I want."

She seemed on the edge of laughing, and stepped forward, raising her hand. But he knew what that meant and moved away.

"Forget it. No more banquets."

"I don't want to eat you anymore." She told him from behind.

"Then what the hell do you want with me?"

"I want to make you mine."

He felt himself scowl and whipped around, grabbing what was left of the top portion of her dress.

"Listen, I don't belong to anyone and I never will! I go where I want, do what I want, and believe what I want! I don't care if you can fight or not; you're not making me your pet."

She seemed surprised, but her expression soon became one of understanding.

"You're right. I don't want to make you mine." She reflected, causing him to frown again and back off.

"I don't know what I want with you. That's what interests me."

Grimmjow scoffed again and turned away, walking towards the patio and towards the elevator.

"Whatever. Later."

He didn't hear her coming after him, but soon his attention was drawn to something else; the sound of the elevator arriving again.

"Solomon? Or that weird girly guy from before?" He wondered, continuing to walk at a normal pace.

Soon someone ran up to the patio and he noticed that it looked just like Diva, only with shorter hair, brown eyes and darker skin.

"Diva!" She yelled as if the beaten up girl was some kind of demon. Soon, however, her determination to do whatever she'd come here to do seemed to falter, discovering the girl's condition.

"What- who are you?" She asked him suspiciously, to which Grimmjow just narrowed his eyes.

She held a sheathed katana in her left hand and a man in a dark suit with a passiveness on the opposite spectrum of Solomon walked up beside her.

"I asked you who you are!" She spoke more aggressively.

"What is it to you?" He responded roughly.

"That girl behind you is a monster! You have no idea what she can do!"

"Yeah, right. I got a full-course cram exam on it."

"If she's a monster, aren't you one too?" He questioned, not judging her but pointing out that she'd just called someone she was related to a monster.

"What-"

"Big sister, it's been so long since we've seen each other. How have you been?" Diva asked from behind him as if they'd been having a normal conversation.

"Diva, how can you act that way when you know what I've come here to do?" The girl asked her with a tone approaching both disparagement and non-understanding.

"Oh, you've always got to be so direct. Can't we at least have something to drink together this time before you start chopping away at me?" She asked, talking like her sister had some sort of strange personality quirk that she found amusing. Well, apparently, it was just that.

"I have to kill you, Diva." She spoke.

"Always the same thing from you. What did I ever do to you?" She spoke, still not seeming to take the conversation seriously.

Grimmjow was starting to get a little ticked that they were just ignoring him.

"You've murdered countless people and are responsible for the deaths of many more. That's what you've done!"

"But I never tried to kill you did I? Oh wait, that one time back in France-"

"Enough talking! I have to do this!" Her sister declared, drawing the sword from its sheath.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Grimmjow asked the idiotic sister, catching her off-guard.

"You 'have' to do it? You don't have to; you want to!"

The girl scowled, throwing the sheath behind her and bringing her sword out in front.

"What do you know about me?!"

"So far, nothing impressive. You're so naïve I'm surprised you're not lime green."

Diva giggled from behind him, but he ignored her.

"If you think you've got to kill her then you're an idiot. It's that simple."

"You have no idea what she's done! All the people-"

"Whine, whine. Blame, blame. Yadda, yadda, yadda. That's all you know how to do isn't it?"

She went silent after that, though he noticed she seemed to be getting pretty ticked.

"Good. The stupid bitch should be. Acting all high-and-mighty like that."

"Look. I don't care what she did that made you so whiny. Get out of my way. I'm leaving."

"You're leaving so soon?" Diva asked him from behind. He didn't even bother turning to respond.

"I already told you, I'm tired of this place. I've got stuff I want to do. This stupid chick is your problem."

"I'll give you a kiss on the cheek if you make her go away." The girl offered him teasingly, causing him to scoff.

"You don't have anything I want."

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"Nothing."

"Hm. I guess you're more like a little boy than I'd thought."

"Shut up. Don't look down on me."

"Don't be so grim."

It took a second before he got it.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." He fake-laughed, the girl genuinely going into a giggling fit. This was the time that her sister chose to attack, and she ran across the garden towards her sister, her sword raised.

Diva stopped laughing, and stared at her sister, not moving. What was that? Was she going to counter? Nah, she was too weak to move that fast or block the sword. Was she afraid? No, that wasn't it either. Then what was it?

The brown-eyed twin reached the blue-eyed one and he sighed.

"Damnit." He thought.

Her sword clashed with another and he strained, despite how weak she was, to stop the sword from descending any more.

"I hate to say it, but I don't really know what's up with you either." He told the weakened twin who stood to his right, smiling at him.

"I guess I'll keep you alive until I leave. If only because this other moron's so stupid." He remarked before pushing the girl, and her sword, back several feet.

'Why are you protecting her?!" The sister demanded.

"Who says I'm protecting anyone? I just don't like you. So I think I'm gonna punch you out the window."

The instant he said that Grimmjow felt someone behind him, most likely that guy in the suit. He stepped forward and spun about, whirling his sword around him in a full circle to discourage anyone from attacking him and giving the Arrancar enough time to decide who to attack.

"That stupid chick first." He thought, striking out at her with his katana. She blocked, but the force behind the attack knocked her off balance, something he took advantage of to rush forward and ram her to the ground. This happened just quick enough for him to have the opportunity to roll away to avoid getting smashed in the back of the head by a large metal case. But in the process he felt his wounds start to gush blood again and he was stunned for a moment when he came up from the roll, the loss of blood was beginning to affect his senses. Not enough though that he didn't notice the man coming at him again.

Grimmjow fired a Bala to discourage him from attacking, but instead of backing off the guy moved around it and attacked him with the case from his side. He blocked with his katana, but that gave the girl an opening to get past him and attack Diva. It didn't really matter. But he hated how she ignored him the first chance she got.

His free hand shot out and grabbed her sword's tsuba, effectively bringing her to a halt as he used all the muscles in his body to hold both attackers at bay.

"Why are you fighting us?! Didn't she cause those wounds?! Why would you defend her?!"

"Just shut up already." He spoke with labored breathing.

"I told you, I'm fighting you because you piss me off!" He roared, pulling her back and then pushing the girl away and off her feet to land on her rear on the ground.

"Saya!" The man remarked, being distracted for only an instant but long enough for Grimmjow to aim his once-again free hand at him and fire another Bala, forcing the guy to not only back off, but to drop his case in the process.

Once they were together Grimmjow aimed his hand at them again.

"I'm not feeling too good, so I guess I'm going to have to end this quickly." He told them, red energy gathering at the palm of his hand.

"I know you two were all pumped up for a big fight, but when you take out trash you do it the quickest way possible right?" He asked rhetorically as the energy continued to gather.

"Haji." The girl, Saya, called.

He glanced at her and then dove for his case, throwing it at Grimmjow. There wasn't enough time to avoid the attack, and by the time he'd released the Cero the case had already hit him and sent both him and the object flying backwards, and through a glass wall.

"Damnit." He cursed, seeing the red energy of the cero destroy a large portion of the top floor of the building from his bird's eye view outside. That was, a bird's view as it fell towards the ground fifty stories below like some kind of rock.

His vision faded, the case having been the "last straw" for his body.

Grimmjow lost consciousness before he'd even fallen five stories.