I'm really sorry I've been doing so terribly with updates. This writer's block is going on months now and I've got no idea how to get rid of it. I still get some writing in here and there but... well, I apologize again; it's not excuse for denying people who wait on this story the material they want.

"No."

"Come on."

" I said no!" He responded again, more irritation in his voice.

"Please, Grimmjow? With kisses?"

"It's 'cherries on top' and no!"

"Well if you do it I'll give you kisses. That's better than cherries."

"Yeah, well I prefer giving me some shots."

Her head tilted in curiosity.

"Shots?"

"Yeah, it's when you get to take free punches at someone. For me anyway."

Her head tilted more, though it wasn't out of curiosity, as her head looked down.

"Oh… okay."

His gaze snapped back to her and his voice got caught in his throat, prompting a sigh soon after.

"I wasn't being serious. Don't get all sad again. It makes me feel weird."

"Okay! Then hold your arms out like a basketball hoop." She instructed him.

Grimmjow muttered something as he did so.

"If you hit me in the face, I'll kick your-"

"Is this far enough?" Diva asked, at the doorway of the room, an old tennis ball in her hands.

"Yeah, it's plenty. Just throw the stupid thing so we can get this over with. I'm not a toy."

She nodded, bringing the ball up in her hands like she was a pitcher.

It took about half a second to realize that there was no way she was going to get that ball down through his arms like a basketball. Unfortunately, that wasn't quick enough and the tennis ball was thrown directly into his nose.

"Agh! You little-" He roared, springing up from his seated position and whipping around.

"Oooh! Ouch! Are you okay, Grimmjow?" She asked, stifling a giggle.

"I'll show you who's okay you little brat. Get over here in my hands!" He yelled at her again, the pressure of his nose returning to a normal enough level for him to run after the little jerk as she ran away giggling. He didn't know where they were going as he chased her around, only that she somehow managed to slip away each time.

Grimmjow charged at her, ramming head first into a wall, then he grabbed at her and scraped his knuckles against a corner of a doorway.

"Argh!" He yelled, picking up the nearest thing he could find and throwing it at her. Diva stopped momentarily to see what was going on, just in time to get hit in the face by a large cardboard box.

It flew up into the air, dumping its contents on her, before falling to the floor.

Laughing started up again, but this time it was Grimmjow. He stared, almost hysterical, at the cardboard box that was labeled "used condoms".

"Oh-ho, man! That's definitely more than enough payback for me!" He laughed.

"Eww." She spoke, her face scrunched up as she plucked random plastic tubes off of her.

"Icky!" She yelled at him, pulling one out from inside her shirt.

Grimmjow continued laughing as he headed back down the hall.

It was just one long hall with rooms branching off from it so eventually he was bound to find the room that his sword was in-

-something kicked him in the rear.

"Argh! You…" His voice trembled in anger as he spun around, staring at the once-again smiling Diva.

"I'll give you a friggin' Bala enema if you keep up that shi-"

She appeared right in front of him, looking up at him with one of those demonically confident and mesmerizing smiles and seriously putting him on his guard. He doubted even she would try to attack him after that little thing between them where he said he'd help her out, but it was hard to tell with her.

One of her hands came up, going behind his head and holding his neck, the other going directly to the other side of his neck.

"No, can't be it." He thought, since both sides of his neck were covered up now.

It wasn't until this time that he'd realized where her hands were and that she was pushing herself up on her toes, getting closer to him. This was way beyond what was going to be going on. Grimmjow grabbed her hands hard enough to show he wanted them off and that he wasn't playing games, before pushing them back over to her, not letting her face get any closer to his.

"Saying I'll help you doesn't mean I'm going to do you." He told her bluntly.

Her smile went to a neutral line.

"Why won't you let me do this?" She asked.

"'Cause I don't do that. I don't get into relationships. It's that simple."

"Relationships?" She asked.

"Yeah."

She stared at him almost dumbly.

"Never-mind. I'm just not doing that."

She frowned.

"But why not?"

"First, 'cause you look like a teenager-"

"You only look twenty! That's only a four-year look difference!" She retorted childishly.

"And…" He continued.

"You don't even know what the kissing thing is suppose to mean. Third, even if you did know and just was in it for the 'grinding' I don't care. I get all the elation I need when I'm fighting. That enough reasons?"

She pouted, crossing her arms.

"I bet you wouldn't be any good anyway." She spoke in an effort to upset him, which didn't even phase the Arrancar who had accused her and her chevaliers of getting it on multiple times by now as jokes. Speaking of… that old bearded guy was doing stuff with her? That was just nasty. Hundreds of years old or not, he didn't care.

"Yeah, with your experiences with old dudes and probably like thirteen year-olds I bet you'd know the difference." He responded, almost laughing.

"How did you know about Riku?" She asked.

"About who?" He asked, not knowing what the hell she was talking about.

"He was a boy my sister liked."

"Was?" He inquired.

"He's dead now." She stated simply.

"Huh. How'd that happen?"

"An accident."

He gave something between a scoff and a laugh.

"Accident huh? What kind of accident?" He asked, further curious as to whether or not this girl had actually dropped a piano or a safe on someone or anything like that.

"I found him on a ship. After I made him mine I bit my tongue while kissing him."

One of his eyebrows rose.

"What the hell does 'make him mine' mean and why'd he die just 'cause he got a little blood in his throat?"

"I mated with him, and he was one of my sister's chevaliers. If my blood goes into them they die."

"Huh." He remarked at the second sentence, taking that it was the same the other way around.

"So this kid, Riku, you two had a thing huh?" He asked while turning around again, heading back the way they'd come and hearing her walk right behind him.

"No. I bit him once, and Saya brought him back with her blood. Then I wanted to see him again."

"By see you mean nail, right?" He asked in his head.

"It seems kinda weird that the little kid would still want to do that with you after you'd almost killed him before."

"He didn't want to. At least not at first."

"Huh?"

"Well, he was a bit shy at first so…" She spoke, getting a smile in her voice again.

This girl really didn't know the difference between shy and "too terrified to do anything" did she?

"You mean you raped him." He spoke frankly.

"What's that?"

"It's when you nail- mate with someone when they don't want you to."

"Oh. I don't know."

"Did he do anything back to you when you were doing it?"

"Well, no-"

"Yep. It was rape."

"And what makes you so sure?" She asked, almost sounding kind of serious. Whoever this kid was apparently, in terms of how much she liked people, he was kind of high.

"If he didn't do anything it was because he was too scared to. Which meant he didn't want to. Which meant you raped 'em. It's that simple."

"No, he was just too shy to do anything-"

"Whatever." He spoke, done listening to her talk.

"Why are you upset?" She asked, the endless hall finally starting to look normal again. He was grateful the exit wasn't all that far away otherwise it'd be one hell of an aerobic workout walking that far.

"I don't care about the kid. Didn't know him. But if you made him do what you wanted because you were stronger than him it means you were controlling him. I hate that crap."

"I didn't do it on purpose-"

"Sure you didn't."

Her footsteps fell behind and she stomped on the floor, her weakness showing since no cracks appeared in the concrete.

"I didn't darnit!"

He shook his head.

"Whatever. Some advice though; try that crap with me and it won't go like it did with helpless, wimpy sailor boy."

She seemed to calm down a bit.

"It's just… he had a purity. Everyone else I've seen is so serious or rolled up in some 'cause' or 'mission'. But- you have it too."

At that he did scoff.

"The hell I do. I'm as far from pure as you get. I've killed my fair share of humans, hollows, and soul reapers and it hasn't always been clean cut. I've eaten pieces of my kind that I traveled with and there's a whole lot more that someone that's mentally as old as you shouldn't hear."

"That's not what I meant. You're pure. Not the same way as Riku. But, you're free; you do what you want when you want and how you want, like me. You're not trapped in a war though."

"Sorry to tell ya, but I am. It's just not out in the open and easy to see."

He heard her tighten her hands into fists; her knuckles cracked.

"Why do you do that?" She asked, her tone flat like it usually was when she was being "serious".

"Do what? You're being annoying with all the talking."

He saw the large blood splotch outside the open doorway up ahead and knew he was almost there.

"Every time I talk about something, or try to be nice, you always say something mean."

"It's not my job to deal with your complaints, and I don't need your pity."

"It isn't pity." She responded, seeming to have disregarded the "whining" thing.

"You're saying things about me as if they're supposed to make me confident, like I'm too weak without them."

"That's not why I say those things."

"Then why?"

"I just want you to like me."

He sighed, making it to the doorway.

"Look, just stay in quiet mode like you did that one time."

It took a moment, but she nodded, sadly, and walked past him, sitting down in the corner farthest from where he would sit.

"I don't care. Unlike the hundred-whatever year-old teenager chick I don't need someone to rely on to be able to deal with stuff." He thought to himself, walking over to his katana and touching it softly, covering it up from her view with his back.

"Just myself and my sword. That's all I need to crush the whole world down."

Who cared how she felt? The girl had raped and killed someone she'd liked and had said he was like that little kid and he was supposed to be nice to her? No way.

Grimmjow was a man of his word, even though he rarely gave it out more than once a decade, so he would do what he'd said he'd do for her. But that would be it. He wasn't riding off into the sunset with her or any of that crap. They got the "job" done, and he was out. That was all there was to it. This chick could die by drowning in her enemies for all he cared.

"Purity. What the hell's she talking about?"