They'd ended up in some kind of underground, empty storage room. At least that's what Grimmjow figured.

On her way out, Diva had turned on a light; a light-switch attached to a single naked hanging bulb. Then again, neither of them really cared about aesthetics so it could've been a chandelier for all they cared.

Another sign that they were in some abandoned place underground was that the "water" she was getting apparently had been coming from a faucet somewhere in the room or hallway outside. He could hear her turn it on.

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was cold lava in a radioactive glass when she brings it back to me." He thought, wondering what kind of "caretaker" skills someone like her could even have.

Grimmjow had momentarily tried to get at his sword again but the reason she'd left it so close to him remained evident; he still couldn't move.

He heard her shoes on the concrete floor, as well as saw her silhouette splayed on it as she came closer to the doorway-

-cupping her hands together and dripping a small amount of water from them.

"There's no way this girl is that stupid." He thought, unbelievingly. But it seemed she either was or just enjoyed messing with him. The answer being both of them was certainly possible too.

"Here you go." She spoke with a smile and allowing the water to fall into his mouth and throat. Of course, even an idiot could tell what would happen next. He wondered what that made her.

Grimmjow went into a coughing fit as his throat struggled to empty the fluid down the right path.

Diva knelt down next to him and pulled him into an upright position to help the water go down. This, unfortunately, resulted in her gripping one of the wounds on his back to do so and causing him to groan beneath his breath in pain.

"Oops." She remarked, setting him down again.

"Just get the hell away from me!" He yelled at her loudly. Almost louder than he'd intended.

She shrank away, not showing signs of embarrassment or humiliation, but her eyes became glazed over with sadness.

"Terrific. She almost makes me drown and opens another one of my wounds and the girl starts feeling sorry for herself." He thought irritably.

"Sorry." She apologized.

Grimmjow looked away from her in irritation, trying to think of anything he could do but get unintentionally tortured by this girl.

"Do you want me to get you a pillow? There is a sack of something over there-"

"They're potatoes. It'd be like sleeping on rocks covered in carpet. I'll pass."

"How about a blanket then?"

"What? A dusty old tarp? I think I'd rather be cold."

"My, you're pretty picky."

He scoffed.

"All I want right now, since you won't give me my sword back, is for you to leave me alone." Grimmjow responded roughly.

Diva looked down at the ground, saying nothing.

"Why are you in 'maternal' mode anyway? It doesn't seem like you to be doting on what I'd want."

"I wanted to be able to take care of someone-"

"Well you're not doing a good job. If you want to 'take care' of me give me my sword back and stop wasting my time lying here with you. Instead you're treating me like a friggin' baby."

She remained silent. But Grimmjow was ticked. This girl was going to make him lie completely still for two or more whole days with nothing to do but let her gradually kill him and pretend like he was a doll or something, and he wasn't going to stop there.

"I sure hope you never have any. If you even can, because you'd be a terrible friggin' mother." He spat.

The girl recoiled as if struck, and held herself like she was cold.

"I'm trying-"

"And you're crappy at it. You know what? Just leave me here to die. I'd have a better chance of surviving without you around. Plus it'd be less annoying."

She stood up, not looking at him.

"I'm… going to go take a walk."

"Good."

She left the room silently, her steps sounding quieter than before, as if she was making a deliberate effort to be quieter for his sake. Soon the footsteps had disappeared completely and he sighed.

"That took a whole lot more than I'd thought it would. The girl's got a mental hide as thick as a regular hollow." He reflected, staring up at the ceiling.

It was strange how much the last insult had bothered her, as if she expected to be a mother soon or something.

"I doubt some random teeny would be stupid enough to knock up a moronic vampire chick. Then again, who knows? Kids can be pretty stupid."

She walked down the hall, not really paying attention to where she was going as her feet carried her further away from him.

"That wasn't very nice. I was trying to be kind to him and he was mean." She thought, not understanding how this worked. Diva was sure that that was how humans acted; they tried to be nice to someone and the other one had to be nice back. Maybe it was because he wasn't a human. Or maybe there was just something wrong with her in that way.

Throughout her entire life, Diva had never cared about things like that. After all, she'd never tried to be particularly nice to anyone in specific before. But now that she had babies that were going to be born soon, not being able to take care of someone she was trying to be nice to rattled her. After all, she knew nothing about caring for others. How would she take care of her babies if she had no idea how to?

Those thoughts swirled around in a jumble in her normally clear mind as Diva opened a door in front of her.

Light came down on her and she realized this must be the exit to the outside; the first signs of dawn's light was shining and she noticed someone-

-shoot her.

Diva fell back a foot, planting one of her shoes on the floor as a *splat* of her blood landed on the floor behind her. Normally getting shot did nothing to her. But she still had as little blood as before, and it almost felt like the wound wasn't closing up as she noticed a man with blond hair, a revolver, and a black-and-white suit aiming said revolver at her.

He fired once more, catching her in the shoulder as she closed the door and locked it. Another bullet struck the metal door, but didn't penetrate it.

Diva breathed heavily and made her way back the way she'd come as quickly as she could.