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Four weeks. It had almost been a month since Grimmjow moved into Nicara's house. Things genuinely went smoother than Nicara thought. Grimmjow actually listened to Nicara 's house rules and was getting along with her. He often trained her on the weekends and the days when she didn't have too much homework. Even though Nicara was really no match for him, he still enjoyed training her. He could see the fire in her eyes. He loved watching her try her hardest to beat him, even though she didn't stand a chance.

Coincidentally, Nicara really liked training with Grimmow as well. At first he seemed a bit rough and pushy, but she got use to it. He wouldn't let her give up after one attempt, or a small bruise, he'd tell her to get up again and call her weak, which of course got her to work harder to prove him wrong. Nicara silently thanked Grimmjow for being tough on her for it was his way of pushing her to her limit. He wasn't the type to go soft because she was a girl, he'd be his usual cocky rude self, which was something that Nicara admired about him.

The only ones who didn't get along was Ari and Grimmjow. During Grimmjow's first week, Ari would constantly bark at him, who growled back. After barking, Ari would snoop into Grimmjow's room and chew up some of his clothes and socks. One time Ari was so angry with Grimmjow that he marked his territory inside Grimmjow's room. The two definitely had a rough start, but things were starting to work out.

It was Friday after school. School had ended at noon today, so Nicara and Grimmjow decided to do some training throughout the afternoon.

"You've gotten pretty good, eh woman?" Grimmjow said, dodging one of Nicara's kicks.

Nicara smiled at the praise. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."

Grimmjow walked towards Nicara, eying her up and down. "Hmm, I wonder...?"

"Wonder what?"

"Do you know how to concentrate your power? Soul reapers can do kido, while arrancar's can use cero's/bala's."

Nicara gave him a shrug. "Maybe, but how would I do that?"

"Here," he said holding out his hand to demonstrate. He slowly charged a small bala in the palm of his hands, concentrating his energy in one spot. "Try it," he ordered.

Nicara attempted concentrating her energy in to palm of her hand as well, but nothing happened.

Grimmjow noticed the girl struggling to grasp the concept. "Try concentrating your energy elsewhere," He suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"Most Arrancar make cero's with their palms; Hollows with their mouths. Heck, I knew someone who made one with their tongue."

"Tongue?, I don't think that's going to work for me." Concentrating her energy on her tongue would really be bizarre, and she certainly wasn't going to try it. Instead she thought of some of Grimmjow's other suggestions. Thinking about sports, she thought about badminton, how you would point at the bird to help you aim. So Nicara focused all her energy on the tip of her finger. A small ball of energy, darkly tinted red, formed on the top of her index finger. It was a small flame, it couldn't do much damage yet, but with a little more fuel it could destroy everything in its path.

"Well whaddya know, you really are something," Grimmjow beamed, watching the small ball of energy in Nicara's fingertips.

"But It's so small compared to yours," she mumbled, a little disappointed.

"That's cause you're still weak," he said, as if stating the obvious. "Just keep training."

"Yeah, I guess... hey what time is it?"

"4:30, why?"

"What! We've been out here for three hours!" Time always went by so quickly when they were training together.

"Yeah, so?"

"I told you to tell me when it was three o clock!"

"Why?"

"I have to work today! My shift starts at five!"

"Since when do you work on Fridays?"

"Since now! I don't think I'll even have time for a shower!" Nicara grumbled the last part. She was all sweaty from training, not exactly how she wanted to arrive at work. "Shit I'm going to be late."

Grimmjow watched Nicara scramming to gather her stuff for work, running back and forth from her bedroom and bathroom. "Calm the fuck down would you?"

"Look , you probably don't care, but I don't want to be late for work." She was a perfectionist after all.

"Why don't I just sonido you there?" he offered.

"You can do that?" she questioned, stopping in her tracks. "I thought you were only allowed using your powers during emergencies."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. To her this was an emergency. "Just tell me where you work."

Up in the sky was a girl who was floating in mid-air, but of course she wasn't. She was ridding on the back of an arrancar who was invisible to most human eyes.

"I think I'm going to be sick..." Nicara muttered, holding onto Grimmjow.

This was the first time Grimmjow had used sonido with the woman, and now she was on his back clutching dearly for her life. He wasn't even going that fast.

"You afraid of heights or somethin'?

"Kind of," she admitted, resting her chin on his shoulder,"but mostly because I could fall out of the sky anytime if I let go."

"You actually think I would let that happen?" Nicara was a bit surprised by Grimmjow's words. Did he actually care about her? "The shinigami would have my head if I dropped you."

"Yeah, that's why...," she muttered disappointed in his reasoning.

It only took several seconds before they reached the downtown area of Karakura town. Nicara hadn't exactly told Grimmjow where she worked, just that it was near one of the buildings. Nicara had always mentioned work, but never really talked about it in detail.

"Umm, you can just drop me off here." Nicara said pointing to a nearby rooftop. Grimmjow landed on a building with rooftop parking and let Nicara slide off his back.

"Well, where do you work?" he asked, growing impatient.

"I can just walk from here, I didn't want people to see me floating in mid-air. Bye!" she quickly scurried off.

"Tch, what's with her?" Grimmjow changed back into his gigai. He didn't what to get in trouble with the shinigami, plus now that the woman was gone he didn't have an excuse.

Since he was downtown already, he decided to wander around and have a few drinks before walking back to Nicara's house. He came across a busy looking club and decided to go in. The drinks must be good here, or either the entertainment, he thought. He took a seat and flipped through the menu. He figured he would order a drink and have dinner here since there wasn't much to eat at Nicara's house.

A few minutes later a waitress came up to him from behind and asked "Hey there handsome, is there anything I can get you?" The lights were dim, so he couldn't exactly see the waitresses face from the corner of his eye, but her voice sounded so familiar. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Grimmjow decided to check out the waitress that was basically flirting with him.

He quickly turned around and thought of a pickup line. "How about we skip the hors d'oeuvres and head straight for the... " He looked up and tried to make eye contact, only to see none other than "Nicara?"

"Grimmjow? What are you doing here?"

"That's my fucking line!"

"I work here, idiot!"

"As a stripper?"

"No!" she exclaimed. What did he take her for? "I'm a waitress!"

"Then why the fuck were you trying to flirt with me?"

"I thought you were a customer!"

Grimmjow raised a brow. "So what? If I was someone else you would have seduced me already?"

"What? No! Just go home would you? I'm in the middle of working!"

"And I'm waiting for you to get me my food."

Nicara sighed. People were starting to stare, so she gave in. "Fine, what do you want?"

"Just give me whatever is good here."

Grimmjow observed Nicara as she walked away into the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice Nicara's change in attire; wearing a black pair of short shorts that flaunted her ass and a low neckline crop top. He wouldn't exactly define her as hot, but definitely sexy in her own way. She was one of those girls who didn't need to be naked or have giant breasts in order to look alluring.

Grimmjow watched as she served other customers, who were all male, and flirted with every one of them. She would laugh at whatever they were saying and walk away swinging her hips, the men staring lustfully after her. This side of Nicara was new to Grimmjow. He never thought she would be so good with men, almost like a slut. Grimmjow was pulled out of his thoughts when a plate of food was rudely slammed on to the table.

Nicara crossed her arms. "Here's your food. Once you finish can you please leave?"

"Do you have mood swings or somethin'? Why do you want me to leave so badly?"

"Cause I could feel you staring at me the entire time!" she practically shouted.

"Tch, why does that matter?" With you wearing that outfit, how am I suppose to ignore you?

A large chested girl who worked at the club walked up to Nicara. Grimmjow recognized her, but he didn't know exactly from where. Maybe on the streets or at the mall? She was kind of hard to miss.

"Hey Nicara, who's the hottie, your boyfriend?" the Burnett asked, full of interest.

Nicara almost choked on her own saliva. "Of course not! I just know him from school."

"Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I ..."

"Go right ahead, but let me warn you Amelia, he may be good-looking, but he's a jackass once you get to know him. "

Grimmjow got a good look at the Amelia chick. She looked pretty hot, he wouldn't mind spending a night with her.

"Don't worry, " she laughed. "I was only kidding. These guys I was serving told me to give you their number."

"Really?" Nicara made a face, clearly not impressed.

"Hey, some of them were pretty cute," Amelia countered.

"Yeah, and I almost got raped the last guy I decided to go out with."

"Oh come on, lighten up, it was just one time."

"Maybe I should just swear guys off for good."

"Sure, you're still not over him yet, are you? Don't worry, I know you'll find another man. "

"I hope not," Nicara mumbled.

"Anyways, I need to get back to work, talk to you later!"

After eating his dinner, Grimmjow went home. He decided he had bothered Nicara enough for the day. However, he still had so many questions going through his head. He'd get his answers as soon as the woman got home.

She came back home around ten. When she walked in, she was no longer in her shorts, but a pair of blue jeans and hoodie.

"What happened to your shorts and shit?" he questioned.

"That's just my uniform for work. You didn't think I would actually wear it out, did you?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "What's the difference?"

Nicara sighed,"This is exactly why I didn't want you to find out where I work."

"What? So you didn't want me to know that you're actually a slut?" His words were a bit harsh, but he wanted to know who Nicara really was.

"I'm not a slut!" she shouted, obviously offended.

"Oh really?"

"It's just a job!"

"So why do act all fuckin' shy wearin' a bikini on the beach when it's the same amount of clothes you wear at work?"

"I do it for the money, okay?"

"Tch, just like every other woman, money and pleasure." He wasn't impressed with her answer, not one bit. He was hoping she would have come up with a better excuse, not admit she was a whore.

"Please stop making it sound like I'm a prostitute," she plead.

"Close enough," he asserted. Grimmjow was about to leave with disappointed anticipation's of Nicara. He thought she was different from the other women and was more modest, only to find out she was the same. Before he could leave the room, he heard Nicara speak up.

"Being a waitress is probably one of the easiest jobs to save up money without exploiting your body. So if being sexy and flirty is going to get me more tips, then I'm going to do it. Do you know how much money university costs? I'm guessing not, since you're not even human. The money I saved up is probably only enough for the first year or two."

"Just get your parents to pay," he grumbled, starting to feel guilty.

"The parents I have now are my adoptive parents. They've already done so much for me, so after high school I don't want them to have to support me anymore. Most of the girls I work with are in a similar situation; they need the money, but don't have the education to get a better job. It's actually why I like working where I work. Sure some of them are actually prostitutes, but the others are real people trying to get through life. "

Grimmjow was silent. Once again he had underestimated this girl. He was wrong to judge her like that, but he wouldn't apologize. No, he wasn't one to apologize, especially to some human girl.

Seeing as Grimmjow had nothing to say, Nicara decided to call it a night. She was tired out from afternoon's training and Grimmjow's unexpected visit at work. She mumbled a quiet "Goodnight" to Grimmjow before heading to her room and flopping onto her bed for a goodnight sleep.

So basically this chapter was about not judging people by their appearance. Also, a job is really just at job. It may define you, but sometimes it doesn't, it's just to make money. Even being something as simple as a cashier; you have act polite and friendly even though you have the most annoying customer and want to punch them in the face, but of course you won't otherwise you'll get fired!

I was going to get Grimmjow to mumble a small "Sorry" at the end, but then I thought that would be too nice of Grimmjow. He's not the type to do any apologizing, at least not yet.

Next update: Before Christmas! So probably a week before Christmas cause I'm trying to get chapter nine and a Christmas chapter out.