"So, when are we going to play?" Diva asked him the second they got into the building.

He shook his head and walked down the hall.

"Well?"

"Shut the door behind you. The last thing I want is some punks coming in here playing that music that they like now."

"Do you mean the gangsters?"

"Teh, yeah, but they don't talk like that."

"The gangsters, do you mean?"

"That's Yoda."

"The gangsters that can't handle the truth?"

"Jack Nicholson from 'A few good men'."

"Mesa thinks you're talking about gangsters?"

"Don't even get started with Jar-jar Binks."

Diva giggled, finally closing the door.

The Arrancar sighed and began walking down the hall again.

"I thought you didn't do human things, so how come you know about that stuff?"

"Didn't you live in a demon-desert?" She responded, still smiling.

"Yeah, fine, I'll give you that."

She giggled again.

The two walked down the hall and remained silent until they reached the doorway to "their room".

"Like the paintjob." Grimmjow remarked on how they were able to find the room due to the blood splotch on the floor.

"Thank you. I was thinking of putting it on the ceiling, but I thought the floor could use the color more."

The man entered the room and sat down near the wall, setting his sword up against his shoulder.

"You carry that thing around like a puppy." She teased while entering the room as well.

"I already told you; it's where my real power comes from. I'm not going to leave it behind like a stupid guy leaving his cell phone in a public bathroom."

The girl shrugged and sat down, though instead of positioning herself beside him she sat about a foot in front of him.

"What?" He asked flatly.

"I want to play."

He scoffed, and looked away.

"I thought you weren't afraid."

"Don't get started with that crap again. I'm not afraid; I just don't feel like it."

"I'll let you go first." She teased.

Grimmjow grumbled, toying with the idea.

"Fine. Which one?"

"Say 'truth-or-dare'."

He growled.

"Fine, 'truth-or-dare'?" He recited, making his displeasure as evident as possible.

"Dare."

He smirked and gave her a piercing look. For a moment, she thought he was going to dare her to mate with him. But then it flew through her mind that this was Grimmjow.

"And you can't dare me to stop the game."

The smirk turned into a scowl and he gave a big huff.

"Damnit!"

Diva giggled at his foiled attempt to get out of the game.

"Well?" She requested, teasing him.

"Cover your chest with your hands."

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that. Was that really all he had? Diva glanced down and saw that the very top of her breasts were exposed by the nonexistent neckline, plus from all of Grimmjow's lifting her up into the air to seem imposing. She smiled, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Truth or dare?" She asked him normally.

It only took an instant for him to respond "truth".

"Are you attracted to me?"

His eyes all-but bulged as he scowled.

"What the hell kind of question is-"

"Are you attracted to me?" She repeated, still smiling.

He gave big huff and looked away.

"Yes."

Her smile got bigger.

"Truth or dare?" He rebounded, his anger at having had to admit his attraction giving the sentence a lot of energy. She found it tasty.

"Dare."

"Punch yourself in the face!"

The girl giggled beneath her breath and her hand flew up and struck her before coming back down, taking less than half-as-second. Her bruise disappeared about as quickly.

"Truth or dare?"

There was even less hesitation this time, surely he didn't want to have to do any kind of dare she could come up with.

"Truth."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"No."

Her head tilted a bit, but she didn't lose her smile.

"Truth or dare?"

It was spoken with irritation, but he seemed to be getting further away from being embarrassed. That wouldn't do at all.

"Truth." She replied.

"Let's make it interesting."

"Do you regret killing that kid?"

Her smile went away.

"You… jerk!"

The man wasn't smirking or grinning, but his eyes had a piercing look to them. He seemed to be in a very serious mood now.

"…yes."

"Fine, if you want to be like that."

"Truth or dare?"

She wasn't being playful anymore.

"Truth."

"Have you ever gotten the urge to mate with me?"

He understood now, as he scowled. This had gone much farther than just some game to try and find out his feelings for her.

"I don't want to answer."

She frowned and sat forward a bit.

"But it's truth-or-dare! You-"

"And I can stop playing anytime I want. I said I'd play the game. It's not something you finish."

"Then if you won't answer, you have to take something off."

"What?"

He didn't ask with any anger, he simply sounded fed up with it. She didn't care though.

"If you won't answer or do a dare you have to take something you're wearing off. And if it's your socks and shoes you have to take all four of them off."

Grimmjow shook his head and did so. Soon both his socks and shoes were on the floor.

"Truth or dare?" He asked, still not sounding angry.

This was weird, he'd never gotten serious like this before. She wasn't going to fall into another one of those speech-traps though.

"Dare."

"Wet yourself."

Her expression went wide.

"What?"

It was such an outrageous dare.

Grimmjow wouldn't make her do that to arouse himself. And he obviously didn't care about getting her undressed. She calmed down on the inside as she wondered what this was about now. It was so simple that it must have been Grimmjow's reasoning; he wanted to win. You don't really win in a game of truth-or-dare, since there isn't a way of scoring. Even if you give someone a ridiculous dare they still haven't "lost". But this wasn't about truth-or-dare. To Grimmjow, this was a competition. It had nothing to do with what he was competing over, he just wouldn't let himself lose.

She pulled off her shoes and set them on the floor.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you afraid to trust someone?"

That actually got a bit of a reaction; his hands twitched.

He took off his shirt, but she couldn't appreciate seeing his impressive musculature. Not now.

"Truth or dare?"

Dares were too easy. There were thousands of things that she would do, and hundreds of things that she would do that others wouldn't. But she knew he would pick the most outrageous dares he could just to strip away that much more of her "winnings". He thought like an angry boy.

"Truth."

"Why did you kill that kid?"

Her hands tightened into fists.

"Why must he bring that up again?"

"I told you, it was-"

"Not an accident. You were lying. Tell the truth."

She took a big breath.

"I… wanted him to only be mine. I didn't want my sister to have him back. Truth…or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why are you afraid to let me get close to you?"

Another twitch came from him.

He'd already lost the "easy" things. And he only had two things left to lose. Grimmjow undid his belt and pulled it out, and then sat back down.

"That doesn't count."

"You didn't mention that before. It goes, if there's anything else that doesn't count, say it now."

She breathed deep again.

"Truth or dare?"

"Darnit."

"Dare."

"Say that you're 'open legged'."

She looked down at the floor.

This was just cruel.

Diva wasn't going to let her beat him though.

"I'm… open legged." She spoke with a bit of hesitation.

Her willingness to say such a thing took him by surprise and she instantly shot into that opening with her own request of what he chose.

"Truth."

As much of a risk as he took with that she could just dare him to take everything off if he said dare.

"Do you care about me?"

As he began to respond, she added to it.

"At all?"

It made him hesitate. And at the very least she knew that this struggle of hers was not completely unaffecting him either.

"…yes."

She breathed in relief at that.

"Truth or dare?"

"...truth."

"Can I trust you?"

The question shook her, and she felt herself get goose-bumps.

Diva began to pull down on the shoulders of her dress as the door to the building could be heard blowing open.