Grimmjow gazed at Diva as she slept. Her face looked so peaceful, as if she were a newborn baby trusting whoever it was that happened to be around with her life. The girl's breathing was silent for the most part, though whenever she took a bigger breath it sounded as if she sighed upon exhalation. Her chest raised and fell at an even rate, and had by now long pushed her hands from it, which he could only imagine had been placed there to keep herself warm. Diva had pulled her legs in for the same end, though her delicate legs had managed to stay fixed in their position. She was definitely asleep and probably defenseless.

Grimmjow stood up and picked his sword up as well while walking towards the doorway.

"Where are you going?"

He wasn't surprised. Couldn't be anymore. The Arrancar didn't even have to turn around to be able to tell that Diva was probably standing up already. He'd have thought that the observational skills all those years of hunting other Menos Grande had given him would have been enough to be able to correctly determine whether she was awake or not, but it seemed that he'd been wrong. Then again, who knew? She could have been fast asleep and somehow managed to wake up by complete coincidence as he was leaving.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to get something to eat."

"You eat human food?"

"Yeah. It's kind of a personal craving of mine. I don't need it to survive, but I have an instinct to eat meat."

"There isn't going to be any down here."

"I know that, I was going to go out and-"

She was at his side. The sudden needy action prompted him to sigh.

"I promised you I'd help you with your problem. So I will. I'm not trying to run away."

"What about that other promise?"

He looked straight forward.

"Haven't decided yet."

The girl seemed to shrink in size at his answer.

"Can I come with you?" She asked, her voice flat.

"Look, I'm going to get something to eat. It's not like you eat human food, right?"

"I can eat it if I want. I just don't need it."

"You'll be fine, alright? That guy said that he wouldn't bring them back here today. There's nothing for you to worry about."

"You trust him just like that?"

Grimmjow sighed again. He almost liked her more when she barely spoke and tried to kill him.

"'Course not. But at the very least he knows I'm no pushover. And he's smart; he won't help them attack us unless he thinks they can win."

"My sister only has to get her blood to enter my body to kill me." Diva informed him.

"That's kind of an important detail, don't you think?"

"Terrific. Well, is it the same thing the other way around?"

"Yes. But I don't know if I want to kill her quite yet."

"Well when you finish deciding what pair of shoes you want, feel free to tell me." He spoke to her, mocking the casual tone she'd mentioned everything in.

"Where are we going?" She asked him as if he'd said nothing.

He growled deep in his throat before sighing once more.

"Why would I know? You're the one who's been in this world for all this time."

"I don't live with the humans, I just eat them."

"Well, heh, have you ever thought about changing your diet? Your stupid sister might be less 'choppy' if you did."

"But some of them look so… delicious." Her voice sounded much less flat now and he could tell that this girl didn't regret her feeding at all. Then again, he didn't care either.

"Fine, I guess we'll just go looking around for something to eat then."

Diva clung to his arm and he gave her a hard look. She returned the look with a happy one and he sighed internally.

"I guess emotionally invincible girl is back."

They walked down the hall and he tried to pretend that the girl wasn't still on his arm.

The elevator was perfectly intact. Not a single shard of it had been damaged. It was somewhat fortunate, as if it had so much as had a stain on it Amshel would have most likely destroyed the thing once he discovered Diva was gone.

James, Karl and he had discovered what had happened when he received a cell phone call about how there had been "explosions" at the main headquarters. By the time they had gotten there, everyone was gone. Nathan had pulled himself out of the street and come up top with them, but he didn't seem to know much.

"I was defeated and thrown out the window in a marvelous fashion. Where is Diva by the way?"

That had been Nathan's question when they discovered him and Amshel had almost blown his head off at the question. Nathan knew Diva was gone, and if Amshel didn't know better, he' say Nathan had let the man fight her. Of course, he had no proof. And unlike humans, who were quick to blame and to act, Amshel Goldsmith was not an un-logical man.

"What about Solomon?" He questioned Nathan, who sat in a broken chair.

"Well, he went down to fight the man first. But I believe he was knocked out of a window as well."

"Then why hasn't he contacted us yet?" James asked.

The blonde shrugged.

"Heck if I know, dear James. Don't worry, I'm certain mommy will be alright. She always finds a way to get what she wants.

"What I don't understand is how they could have both disappeared. That man certainly didn't sound like a person who would take prisoners, and if Diva had defeated him I suspect he would be lying at her feet with a collar around his neck."

This was a most troubling situation. Diva was gone, and so was Solomon. Saya couldn't have been the one who did this. Neither she nor her chevalier were strong enough to do damage of this kind to the building.

The sword was gone too.

"James, go see if you can find any information on where they might have gone. Use satellites if you must, I don't care."

"Yes, big brother." The soldier responded before turning towards the elevator and walking to it with a stern gait typical of a military man.

Amshel walked over to the edge of what used to be the greenhouse and stared down at the street below in thought.

"Is something on your mind?" Karl asked him.

"They were both damaged severely."

"Yes, I thought as much. The rare smell of Diva's blood… I never would have thought someone would be able to damage her. Not without her intent."

"That man must be a great deal more powerful than we had suspected."

Karl stood behind him, not doing anything for several moments.

"What do you want me to do?"

The head chevalier glanced back at Karl for an instant and then looked forward.

"We have a connection with our queen. James' searching with the satellites is only a precautionary measure in case she has been taken, or gone on her own, into rural areas. If she is in the city, we will find her."

He turned around, looking back at Karl.

"We will all search for Diva separately. If she is in this city we will discover her location quickly. And then we can destroy that man, and Saya, and the Red Shield."

"Money? I don't have any money!"

"Well then, sir, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

One of his hands flew across the counter and grabbed the stupid waiter person by the neck, lifting them up into the air.

"I want five stakes, rare! But warm! And plenty of those little salty potatoes!"

"F- French fries?"

"If that's what they're calllllled." He led on, making the other guy sound like an idiot.

"I'm hungry too." Diva added, still smiling normally.

Grimmjow only glanced down at her for a second before his gaze returned to the waiter who's face was changing colors regularly.

"And a small glass of red Kool Aid."

"We… don't have…..any…Kool Aid." He choked out.

"Then I guess you'd better get some then huh?"

"Yes… sir. At once."

He let go of the man's throat and walked past the counter with Diva beside him.

"Good. Oh yeah, one more thing."

His right hand jutted out and tore the phone from its receiver.

"No calling the police or anything like that. If I so much as smell someone that seems like they've been to Dunkin' Donuts recently I'll tear your head off and eat that instead. Got it?"

"Y- Yes, sir."

He nodded and the two continued down the aisles, people quickly looking away from them out of fear as they passed.

"Where should we sit?" She asked him idly.

"I don't care. Pick whichever place you want."

Diva obliged eagerly and ran off in a "cute" fashion, looking for the "perfect" place. She found one eventually; it was a booth. There were plenty of the exact same thing all over the restaurant and it wasn't anywhere special. There was a family trying to eat there, though their attempts had been slowed by Diva pointing at them.

"Why there?"

"I like this one the most."

"There's people eating there already."

"I don't care, I don't like their skin-color anyway."

His expression tightened.

"What do you mean? They're the same color as you."

The girl shook her head.

"Uh-uh! My skin's lighter!"

He shrugged.

"Didn't know there was a difference between Caucasians and pale white chicks but whatever." He spoke while walking over in front of the booth, not even bothering to look at any of the people seated there.

"Beat it."

They did so the first chance that they got and Grimmjow sat down on the side opposite where Diva was standing, scooping all of the plates off the table with his arm. Closing his eyes, he leaned back in the booth-

-and felt someone's tiny butt shove him further into the seat as the owner followed him in. Diva smiled at him as she sat down beside him.

"What the hell's your problem? There's another seat right there."

She shrugged.

"I like this seat better."

"Well, whatever. You'd better not try to eat any of my steaks when they get here." He told her, drinking some water from a cup which remained on the table.

"Okay, how about I get to eat your steak later?"

His eyes went wide and he spat out the water, coughing, as he scowled.

"You little-"

She giggled loudly before picking up the children's menu and looking through it.

"I thought you said you didn't like to eat human food." He spoke, still irritable over her innuendo "joke".

"I like milkshakes." She stated simply.

"…milkshakes…"

She nodded.

"Milkshakes."

He shook his head, giving up trying to understand her.

"Fine, whatever."

"Say, Grimmjow, after we go back to the room, can we do something together?"

He eyed her suspiciously.

"Like what?"

"I want to play truth or dare."

"Pffft. Yeah, right."

She set the children's menu down.

"Why not?"

"I'm not a thirteen year old. Besides, you'd probably pick the most raunchy thing to make me do anyway."

There was a quick silence.

"Are you afraid of playing truth or dare?"

"Aw, hell."

"No. Of course not."

"But it seems like you are."

"Well I'm not!"

Another silence followed.

"Really? I wish you could prove that."

His foot bounced up and down, the balls of his feet staying grounded, as his irritation built up.

"I guess you are afraid-"

"Fine! You want me to show you who's not afraid? Be my guest! Don't come crying to me when you lose though!"

Her smile showed her satisfaction as the girl flagged a reluctant nearby waiter.

"A milkshake, please."