It felt cold. She didn't know why.

Her body didn't tremble; she had been much colder than this before and its threshold for reacting to pain, cold, heat, damage, and the like was beyond most could or would ever want to be able to go.

The girl's eyes opened, seeing what was in front of her, and she remembered why.

"One of Saya's friends shot me, and I was weak. I came here and-"

Something was different. She felt something warm among this constant chill that she felt.

Her insides felt like snow piled into a container, her skin felt as if water had been dumped onto her and then froze before it could wash off, but her hand felt something warm enough to make the other feelings not seem so bad. Diva blinked a few times to see what it actually was; it was Grimmjow's hand. It wasn't holding hers, it was the other way around, but he hadn't pushed her away or anything.

Had he just fallen asleep? Or maybe he'd let her keep her hand on his. Regardless, she managed a weak smile, and dragged her way across the floor to him, despite them only being about a foot away.

The blue-haired man was sleeping, his back up against a wall, and had his sword crossed in front of him as if to ward off any passersby. Even now, while he was asleep, the man looked like he was on guard for anything that intended to attack him. Yet despite how "tough" he seemed she still found him rather cute.

"I wonder if he'll ever like me." She contemplated.

All the chevaliers she'd ever made had always been humans who'd lived human lives. They supported her and protected her, but it was only because they "had" to; their blood compelled them to protect and serve her. Lower chiropterans were a bit different, but since they were of her blood they had always left her alone. Humans, meanwhile, were all afraid of her or hated her. She'd never found even one single person who'd liked her. And yet, while this man had spent the majority of time that they knew each other trying to tear her apart, something she wasn't really upset about, for some reason she got the feeling that he was different than everyone else; that he was like her in in some way.

There was something about him that was… sad.

Grimmjow stirred in his sleep and she backed up a bit, seemingly afraid of him discovering her so close to him. It surprised her that she'd done this, but when he didn't awaken, she moved forward again. He didn't seem to notice the movement or the vibrations that her hand put into his as she did so, getting closer and closer to him until they were right next to each other.

Diva stuck her free hand forward, as if she were a cat playing with the idea of stalking something, and moved over him. Though he once again stirred, bringing his sword tighter against his chest, she didn't back off this time, and moved forward more until she could feel his breath blowing against her face.

She gazed down at him, and saw his eyelids tremble, like he was having some kind of a bad dream. The sleepy girl smiled at how cute he was being and lowered herself further down towards him, a long strand of her hair falling down from behind her ear and dropping to touch his ear. His head moved away from her, despite the fact he couldn't have known what was going on while he was sleeping, and she smiled that much more, lifting one of her legs up over him and setting it down on the other side of his stomach as she touched the back of his head with her hand before placing her lips against his. He didn't kiss back, but it didn't bother her, she held it for several moments before backing away again, but this time laying on him, holding onto the man as she fell asleep again, feeling warm.

The Arrancar was aware of something as he awoke; there was something on top of him. What the hell it could be momentarily eluded him as he doubted that if the ceiling had caved in on him that he would have slept through it. When Grimmjow opened his eyes, he saw what it was, and found it even more undesirable than having the ceiling cave in on him..

"What…the…hell?…" He thought, staring down at the girl that lay over him like a drape. It was weird that he hadn't woken up when she did this, but it didn't really matter, what he wanted to know was what the hell she was doing.

He felt weird, having someone touching him like this. Whenever he'd slept in Hueco Mundo- when he'd slept in Las Noches Grimmjow had always slept alone, with no one even remotely close to him, and that was the way he liked it. If someone else lay with you who knew if they might be aiming to tear your throat out? The biggest problems to deal with were ones that you didn't even know about; the scar on his chest from Kurosaki's Getsuga Tensho from their first encounter was proof enough of that.

Grimmjow sat there, with the girl draped around him, unable to move and caught somewhere between hatred and confusion.

"I could blow her away right now. I might just get my clothes singed and she'd be dead. She's air-headed but she has to know that. So why?"

Why was this girl, who knew he didn't like her and would kill her if she ticked him off, lying on top of him like he was some kind of giant teddy bear

Eventually he decided to simply wake her up by shaking her with his free hand. The other one, he noticed, was still being held onto tightly by one of her own.

She awoke, and looked up at him with a sleepy expression.

She was smiling. It wasn't one of the smiles she'd shown him before. Those were all just signs of her interest or amusement at things. They weren't anything more than skin-deep. But this one looked like she was genuinely showing some kind of happiness. He didn't like it. In fact, he hated it.

This girl was a lot easier to be a jerk to when she seemed like some random psychopathic vampire chick with no morals. Seeing her give a genuine expression of any real feeling made him uneasy.

For some reason, he couldn't tell her to get the hell off of him.

"A bit cold are we?" He asked her, his tone flat.

She shook her head.

"Not now. You're very warm."

Grimmjow looked away.

He didn't blush.

"Couldn't you have just found some blankets or something?" He asked with the same tone as before.

"I don't know where any are. Besides…" She spoke, gaining his interest right before she nuzzled against his chest.

"I would much rather sleep here with you."

He growled, more to himself than to her, and looked away again.

"If you hadn't picked such a cold little room to coop us up in in the first place it wouldn't have been a problem to begin with."

"But I did, and here I am." She spoke happily, obviously not caring.

"What, you like being stuck in a room, unable to do anything?" He questioned her, ignoring what she'd actually been referring to happily. However, it seemed to be a much stronger comment than he'd thought, as she looked back down, her smile going away.

"No. I… don't like staying in one place very long."

"Why's that?" He asked, his turn to show a non-caring tone, though it didn't hold any happiness in it when it came from him.

"I told you before, about being locked up in a place for a long time. It reminds me of back then."

"Why didn't you play some kind of little game then? Someone like you must have like a thousand of them."

"I didn't know how to play games. I didn't know what they were."

"What're you talking about? It's not like you were locked up your whole life."

She said nothing, and his expression tightened; he gained interest, and began taking it seriously.

"How long?"

"Around thirty years, I think."

"When'd you get locked in there?"

"When I was born."

"Hell." He thought. This was the first thing he'd actually felt sorry for her over.

"So you grew up in a room…" He stated, thinking about it.

Diva looked away, as if in shame for some reason.

"I was barely alive. I didn't have anything to do. I only got to see one person on a regular basis. He ended up being my chevalier later on. But then…"

She smiled again, but it looked so ridiculously sad that it couldn't have possibly have come from anyone normal.

"She found me."

"Who the hell's she?"

"Saya. My sister."

He blinked, now officially not knowing jack about what was going on.

"Wait, you mean the same chick that was saying 'I must kill you, hiya!'? Her?"

Diva attempted to giggle, but didn't pull it off very well.

"Yes, well, she wasn't always like that."

"What'd you do? Steal her juice box or something?"

She did a little better at laughing this time.

"No. When she let me out one day I left the tower, and I found a lot of humans outside, around the castle grounds. When they saw me walking around with the large rag that I used for a cloak, they kept saying mean things about me. Everywhere I went it was 'What a dreadful girl' this and 'filthy antisocialist' that."

He could tell she was going somewhere with this story.

"I saw my chevalier-to-be, Amshel, eventually, and he told me that these humans were all inferior to me, that if I wished to be happy, I must kill them. I didn't know what 'killing' was. But when I did the same things that Amshel had done to me while I was in that room, they didn't get any better afterwards and they stayeid dead. And when I saw all of their blood I got really thirsty."

Grimmjow thought he knew how this went.

"So after having people make fun of you and killing them 'cause that's all you knew how to do your sister showed up, not very happy with you."

She nodded.

"I was so happy when I saw my sister again. I hadn't seen her since she let me out of the tower before, and I went to go see her immediately. But when I did she-"

Diva's voice trembled at the last word and her smile had been long gone by now.

"She looked at me like- like I was the most repulsive thing she'd ever seen. My sister and only friend hated me for what I did. And then she swore to kill me."

He sighed.

"I've gotta admit, messed up or not, this girl's had one hell of a screwed up life."

"Well, I suppose with an 'I was locked up thirty years since I was born' excuse it makes a bit of sense that you go around killing people."

She shook her head.

"I don't use it as an excuse. It's all I know. I don't know what it was like for Saya; living in a huge open space, able to go wherever she wanted and do whatever she wanted. Being loved and cared for by so many people. I just don't understand it."

"Well you've got all those little chevalier guys of yours. And you can go anywhere you like now. Isn't that pretty much the same thing?"

"I suppose."

He glanced at her, and saw from the look in her eyes that she didn't agree with him at all.

Grimmjow sighed.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, your sister's an idiot."

Diva looked back at him, a small frown on her face.

"She wants to kill you 'cause you're a 'monster' right? The way I see it, you didn't act any different from a human who'd been locked up for a long time. Except you didn't know what you were doing and didn't understand what it meant to kill something. It was like you were a cat running around killing mice; sure you know they're dying but considering it horrible to kill them isn't even something you can imagine."

Her eyes looked at him longingly, as if he were telling her something she'd wanted to hear for a long time.

"Expecting someone who was raised- no, was left alone like a disgusting animal to die, to act like one of those carbon-copy good little humans is idiotic. That's why I wanted to beat the hell out of her; she's a naïve little idiot."

"I don't believe she would agree with you, Grimmjow." Diva spoke, a small smile back on her face again.

"Well, if she doesn't act the way I act she's a monster. And I guess that just means I'd have to kill her. It's the only way."

A few seconds of silence passed.

Then Diva began to laugh, giggling down at Grimmjow's chest as even he couldn't manage to completely stifle a little chuckle. The laughter only lasted a few seconds, but both were left smiling afterwards.

"Alright, I'll tell you what; I'll make this idiot sister of yours realize how stupid she's being. I'll do that and keep you alive. But after that, I'm gonna go do my own thing. That alright with you?"

"I would be grateful to you, Grimmjow. It would really mean a lot to me."

"Okay then. We'll heal up and then we'll go find your sister."

She lay her head back on his chest, the feeling having been too prolonged now for him to still feel awkward about their contact.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I know. But… I want to."

He sighed.

"Alright then. You're welcome."