A/N: Thank you for everyone's reviews and thanks to Nameless for pointing out the typo but I've left it in just for you :) I apologise for the late update and the short length of this chapter but I'm struggling with this one... so if you're reading this and want to help or get involved plaese PM me! It would mean a lot :)

Warning: Not much 'cept for Grimm's potty mouth but I'm sure you'd expect that...

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own bleach

Chapter 2

Byakuya snapped. How dare, DARE, this man try and kill himself after Byakuya had gone to great lengths to help him, how dare he do it from the window of his suite, his home? His routine lay in tatters and his head had barely hit the pillow, and now this stranger thinks that he can cause him more trouble! We'll see about that.

In two long, stomping strides the raven-haired man reached the struggling man.

"You." He grabbed him and in a bout of surprising strength, dragged him away from the window.

"Aren't." He dodged the weak swing of the injured man who was desperately struggling to get away from him.

"Going." Locking the man's wrists together, Byakuya forced the other man to step back until his knees hit the side of the bed.

"Anywhere." Using the man's weak state to his advantage, the livid raven-haired man pushed the other onto the middle of the bed, and when he was met with resistance he threw himself on top of stranger.

"Oomph... Arghh God that hurts! Get the fuck off me!" He desperately tried to buck the other man off, but it only aggravated his wounds more, so instead he sent a glare in the man's direction while he lay below him, panting from the effort.

Byakuya snorted. "This would be a lot easier if you just calmed down." He batted away the hands that tried to claw at his face and sighed as he held the wrists above the other's head. "Less painful too." He sent a meaningful glance at the bandages.

The other man followed his gaze and grew wide-eyed when he saw that he had basically been mummified. "Holy shit. How the hell..." He trailed off as he stared at his body.

Byakuya frowned in thought. "I'm amazed that you can talk with no problem. Doesn't it hurt?"

"What the fuck are ya going on about?"

So he doesn't know about his jaw. "Well, you have been sleeping for the past three days, there or there about. I thought that your throat would be sore, but I suppose I did make you drink."

The blue-haired man looked on in suspicion but decided against saying anything while the man on top of him was deep in thought. Byakuya gave himself a small shake as he hit a dead end with his thoughts.

First things first. "What's your name?"

The other was quiet for a moment, deliberating between the truth or an easy lie.

"Grimmjow."

"Just Grimmjow?" The truth but not the whole truth hmm?

"Yeah, how 'bout you?"

Just as he was about to answer he was interrupted by an angry outburst.

"Fucking great! Now you said that my throat feels like it's on fire. You," He broke off in a violent coughing fit, his chest heaving madly. Concerned, Byakuya placed his forehead on the stranger's, no Grimmjow's own forehead to check for signs of a fever, after all it wouldn't hurt to check.

A giggle sounded from behind them. "Should I come back later?"

Byakuya could have sworn that he felt her smirk boring into his back and ever so slowly turned to look at his maid who was currently lounging in the doorway looking for all the world at ease with the situation. Below him Grimmjow struggled to locate the source of the voice and to understand what it had said.

As teal eyes met hazel Grimmjow gave a long growl, forgetting for a moment how sore his throat was. "Che. What the fuck did ya mean by that, woman?"

Nel's smirk turned into a meek innocent smile and Byakuya knew then that they were in big trouble.

"Why, Blue, don't you even know what position you're in at the moment? At the mercy of the man who has you pinned onto the bed?" Teal eyes grew impossibly large as he took in her words and the position she had so accurately described. Tilting his head up to look at the man above him he gave a slight cough and scowled.

"Get. Off. Me. And a drink while you're at it." Byakuya frowned at Grimmjow at the forceful words but inwardly he was chuckling at the tell tale signs of a blush on the other man's cheeks. Disentangling himself the young master walked calmly over to the door, and turned to the face the pair just before he left.

"Nel."

"Hai?"

"Make sure he doesn't do anything reckless while I'm gone." Then as an afterthought he added, "And behave yourself." Byakuya then swept gracefully out of the room, leaving Nel to pout at his retreating figure and wondering who was exactly supposed to behave themselves.

Deciding it didn't matter she plastered a sickly sweet smile onto her face and then skipped up to the invalid and peered down at him from where he was on the bed. Cocking her head to the side in thought she absentmindedly walked over to the window to shut out the rather chilly breeze, and heard a small huff of irritation behind her.

"Where the fuck am I anyway? And who the hell are you people?"

Walking over to Blue, her new nickname for the man, she answered, "You are currently in the master suite on the Kuchiki estate and," BANG! The headboard struggled to hold under the force of Nel's fist. "it does not matter one fucking bit who we are. What matters is who you are, and I know exactly what you are. So two tips Blue, lose the attitude and heal quietly before trouble heads this way. It's that or I make this," She stroked his jaw. "look like child's play. Understand Blue?"

Knowing that he had no other choice with the state that he was in, Grimmjow nodded to the woman, his mouth dry more with fear than anything else. Pleased with the response Nel straightened up and beamed at him,

"Good kitty!" She cooed.

"I'M NOT A FU"

"Hmph!" At the loud noise of displeasure the two turned to the door to see that Byakuya had returned, glass of water in hand and uncommonly sporting a large frown. Grimmjow trailed off into silence and Nel smiled inside at the fact that someone could actually break her employer and friend's mask, but wept at the choice. She turned to Byakuya.

"Back already are we?"

"Trying to bring down the house by shouting are we?" Grimmjow flinched despite himself at the cold tone but the maid merely laughed in delight. Sighing to himself the young master headed towards the other man and gently cupped the back of Grimmjow's head, ignoring Nel's cat calls and the man's protests. Carefully he brought the glass to lie softly along Grimmjow's lips, avoiding the broken skin close to his jaw. Looking straight into the piercing blue gaze of the other he commanded,

"Drink." And Grimmjow did.

The following days were a blessing compared to the strain of the first few days of Grimmjow's arrival, and Byakuya found himself catching up on much missed sleep.

The blue haired man had taken on the task of changing his own bandages himself, claiming that he had done it enough times to know what he was doing and besides who wants strangers, even if they had saved them, to see their bare body? No. He would do it himself.

The man was also turning out to be very determined and strong-minded, every day he would force himself a little farther down the corridors, trying to rebuild his strength. He was never left alone on these trips though, with Nel's watchful eyes trained on him at all time.

So all that was left for Byakuya to do was finish the mountains of paperwork that continually clogged his office and to show Grimmjow that a busy man such as himself could not always be on hand to attend to the recovering man's demands. It was, however, after the third maid was sent away sobbing that the young master cracked slightly and allowed Grimmjow to stay in the study with him, despite the man's constant efforts to distract him.

Speaking of distractions, "Oi, 'Kuya!" The young master felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation as he continued to scan the document in front of him.

"My name is Byakuya, Grimmjow." The blue haired man only grinned at him.

"Yeh, yeh. Anywayyy, what is it that ya actually do? I mean I get that you're a noble and all that shit, but you have a job don't ya? But hell, why would ya want one when ya have enough money?"

Picking up the next sheet that needed his attention Byakuya took a moment to formulate an answer.

"I certainly have enough money but by having a job I actually have something productive to do, rather than spending my days wallowing in my wealth and social functions. As for the job I work for Seireitei as a manager of Squad Six. As a whole we offer services similar to the police but without the trappings of having the government as a boss."

"So basically you work to uphold the law?"

"And to apprehend criminals yes."

Grimmjow was silent after that.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it and a reminder that I'm looking for help!