I do not own bleach, only my oc.

Just found out quizzila shut down, so now some of favourite Grimmjow x oc stories are gone forever! I wish they had sent an email or something. Hopefully that doesn't happen to fanfiction. Anyways, back to the story!

Sorry if I messed up the timeline, but in this story Ichigo and the others are seniors (last year of high school).

Grimmjow was outside training Nicara when suddenly, Nicara felt pain go through her left arm. The outer edges of the hole in her arm caused a stinging, almost burning, affliction.

Nicara collapsed onto one knee, clutching her arm. "Fuck..." she muttered under her breath.

Grimmjow walked over, not particularly concerned he asked, "What's with you?"

"It's my arm," she explained. "It's been acting up since this morning."

Grimmjow crouched down so he was eye level with the woman. He unwrapped the bandages on her arm and took a look at her wound. He was no doctor, but he could tell the skin around the edges of the hole were swelling up, almost read in color. "So what do you want to do, go see the orange hair woman?"

Nicara nodded. "Yeah I guess, Orihime lives down the street anyways."

Slowly Nicara got off the ground and went inside to grab her purse and a jacket. She led the way while Grimmjow followed.

When they got to Orihime's house Nicara rang the doorbell. They waited a few minutes before Orihime came down to answer the door. As soon as the door was ajar, a blend of scents flew into the air. Perhaps she had been cooking? It smelled like spices.

"Oh hi Nicara and Grimmjow," Orihime greeted. "I didn't expect you two to come over." Her hair was in a bun and she was wearing a white apron with several smudges of what looked like tomato sauce.

"Sorry to bother you but my arms been acting up and the first person I thought of was you."

Orihime's face brightened with cheer. She was the first person Nicara thought of for help? It made her feel so useful, unlike the helpless girl she was just half a year ago. "Oh, I think Rangiku and the others are at Kurosaki-kun's house. They'll know what to do!"

"Okay, thanks."

"I'd walk you there, but I'm just in the middle of cooking my newest creation...!"

"No problem, Grimmjow here could just show me the way," she said, earning a small grunt from Grimmjow. "See you later!" She waved goodbye to Orihime and followed Grimmjow to Ichigo's house.

Grimmjow walked Nicara to Ichigo's house, or at least outside his street. He pointed to the house with the sign 'Kurosaki clinic' and started to turn around.

"Aren't you coming with me?" she called out to him.

"Fuck no. I already showed you the way. I'm going back home."

"Fine," she muttered, "you'd just end up fighting with Ichigo anyways."

Nicara entered through the clinic door and was greeted by a tall man with black hair who must have been Ichigo's dad.

"Hi, I'm the doctor, Isshin Kurosaki, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm just looking for Ichigo, do you know if he's home right now?"

"Of course, Yuzu!" he hollered. "Please tell your brother he has a visitor."

"Okay," a sweet looking girl with light brown hair answered. She was probably one of Ichigo's sisters.

Not being a quiet man, Isshin decided to start a conversation. "Such a pretty girl looking for my son? He never told me he had a girlfriend!" He exclaimed, overly ecstatic.

"No, of course not, I'm just a friend," Nicara quickly explained, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

"Really, I've never seen you around."

"I'm new here, so he probably hasn't mentioned me much."

"So what's your name?"

"Nicara, Nicara Shiba."

"Shiba? Did you know my birth name is Isshin Shiba? Who knows, you just might be my long-lost niece!"

"I highly doubt it , Mr. Kurosaki," she answered, yet not wanting to sound rude she added "but I guess anything is possible."

"Please call me Isshin," he stated with a gleam in his eyes. He walked up to Nicara and took a hold of both of her hands. "Anyone with the last name Kurosaki or Shiba is automatically a family of mine!"

"Umm, Thanks?" she awkwardly said as he continued to shake hands with her. Luckily Ichigo walked in, turning Isshin's attention to his son.

"Oh hey Nicara, what's -" before Ichigo could finish his dad already tackled him onto the ground.

"SON! Why didn't you tell me about Mrs. Shiba?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The young woman that's here to see you! Have you been treating her right?"

"Get off me!" Ichigo pushed his dad off of him and stood up.

Nicara looked at the two boys with disbelief, eyebrows raised, like a mother scolding her children. "Is this how you two usually get along? I fell sorry for your sisters."

Before the two men could respond to Nicara's comment, an actual customer walked into the clinic. Isshin suddenly went into doctor mode motioning Nicara and Ichigo to leave the room so he could help his patient.

Once in the living room, Ichigo apologized to Nicara for his dad's behavior. "Sorry bout that, my dad's a little over the top sometimes."

"Yeah, I noticed. He's very..." she paused, trying to find the right word. "...eccentric."

"He didn't say anything weird, did he?"

"Just that I might be his long-lost niece."

"Oh god," Ichigo groaned. "Maybe you shouldn't come here too often, next before you know it you'll be his third daughter."

Nicara laughed. "Don't worry bout it, your dad may be whimsical and all, but he seems like a very caring father."

"Thanks, I guess. Oh yeah, you wanted to get your arm checked out right?"

Nicara nodded. "How'd you know?"

"Orihime texted me. Is there something wrong?"

"It's been acting up all morning and possibly swelling. "

"Follow me," said Ichigo as he headed upstairs to his room. "Good timing by the way, Toshiro was just saying how we need to do a checkup on you."

Ichigo held open his room door, letting Nicara enter first. Sitting on the bed and floor were Rangiku, Toshiro, Rukia, and Uryu. Nicara didn't have to say much before they began examining her arm. They took a couple of tests, pictures and samples. With his dad being a doctor, Uryu had brought some type of medication and injected it into Nicara's arm to stop the pain. It turned out everything was fine and her skin was just healing, at least that's what Nicara was told. Hopefully they were right.

The next day at school, just before class started, Keigo walked up to Nicara who was sitting in her desk waiting for the bell to ring.

"Nicara, will you go to the winter dance with me?" he asked, holding out a single rose to her.

Nicara looked at Keigo with confused eyes. "What dance?"

Chizuru was sitting in the desk behind, overhead Nicara and decided to join the conversation. "Oh, since we're seniors we have two formal dances. One before Christmas break and one after graduation. But this one is girl's choice, so the girl is suppose to ask the guy out, isn't that right, Keigo?"

Keigo slightly backed away, a drop of sweat building on his forehead. "Yes, of course, just letting her know that I'm available. So what do you say Nicara?"

"Um, I'm not sure. I've never really been to a dance, and I might be working that night."

"Then I'll make sure you have the best experience! "

"I'll think about it." Just then the bell rang, causing Keigo to return to his seat on the other side of the room.

Keigo sighed, why wouldn't any girl go to the dance with him? At least it wasn't a total rejection, he thought.

Time went by quickly. Nicara eventually told Keigo she was working, so she couldn't make it to the dance. He was a bit heart-broken at first, but was glad she didn't reject him because she was going with someone else. Now the dance was just one night away, and Nicara was curious to know if Grimmjow was attending.

"Grimmjow?" Nicara called as she stepped from her kitchen into the living room.

Grimmjow was on the couch, the TV was on, but it didn't seem like he was actually watching."Huh, what?" he grunted.

"Are you going to the dance tomorrow night?"

"No, why?"

"Really? I thought you would, didn't some of the girls ask you out?"

He paused for a moment. "Yeah, so?"

"You should've said yes! You've never been to a dance before right? Then it would be a good experience."

"You sound like a mom."

"How would you know?" she countered, "Not like you ever had one. " She spoke too fast and began to regret her words. It was harsh of her to say such a thing, even to Grimmjow. "Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean that."

Grimmjow shrugged her comment and apology off. "Whatever, not like it matters."

Still persistent for him to attend the dance, Nicara continued asking questions. "Well, who asked you out? Maybe you could give them a call and tell them you changed your mind."

"Why do you care so much?" he demanded, clearly irritated with all the questions.

"You should live your life while you have the chance."

"How about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"From what I heard, you're not going either."

"It's girls choice, and I don't like anyone. I have to work tomorrow night anyways. "

Grimmjow snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure that's the reason. Then how about livin' your life? All you do is study for school and work all day."

"I'm just busy..." she trailed off.

"When was it the last time you been to a party and got drunk?" he challenged.

"I don't drink," she muttered sheepishly.

Grimmjow almost fell off the couch. "Wait, you're telling me you've never drank before! This is too ironic!" he laughed.

"Shut up! What's so good about getting drunk anyways?"

"I've got to take you sometime!"

"No thank you!" she shouted, and as if to prove Grimmjow right, she did exactly what he predicted. "If you excuse me I've got some homework to finish." She stormed off to her bedroom locking the door behind her.

Nicara sighed as she finish polishing an empty table. It had been a quiet night at work, probably because most schools were having their winter dance on the same night. She kept thinking over and over, wondering if she should have gone to the dance. Everyone was probably having the time of their lives right now, and here she was at work.

Part of her wanted to go, but she didn't have a date and everyone else paired off quite nicely: Ichigo and Orihime, Rukia and Rengi, Rangiku and Toshiro. Even if she had a date she probably wouldn't go. She had never danced before, she could only picture embarrassing herself and her date in front of everyone. Besides, she wouldn't know who to go with. She didn't really like anyone in the class, plus she was too scarred to get rejected. All the cute nice guys were already taken. The only guy she knew would say yes is Keigo. But if she asked Keigo, he'd probably think it's a real date and that she actually liked him.

"Hey Nicara," a voice spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh hey Amelia, what's up?"

"You look bored."

Nicara yawned, not trying to hold in her fatigue."Well, there hasn't been much customers tonight."

"If you want you can go home early," she offered.

"You sure?"

"Like you said, it's dead in here, me and the others can handle it."

"Thanks, I'll just grab my stuff and head home."

After Nicara changed back into her casual clothes she said goodnight to her co-workers and headed out. She was just outside the club when she spotted a mass of bright blue hair.

"Grimmjow?" she questioned, making sure it was really him.

He smirked. "Thought I might find you here. Com'on let's go. "He said, signaling her to tailgate.

Somehow, almost automatically, her legs moved into Grimmjow's direction. "Go where?" she asked, unsure whether to continue following him.

He turned back, giving Nicara one of his signature grins. "You'll see."

...

Once they arrived at their destination, Nicara put a frown on her face. "What are we doing here? I just got off work from a club."

Ignoring her statement, Grimmjow took the nearest seat to the bartender and patted the stool next to him, motioning Nicara to take a seat beside him. He quickly ordered two glasses of beer.

"I told you I don't drink," Nicara protested, but the bartender was already back with the liquor. She didn't reach for them, so he did.

Grimmjow had a feeling she was going to be difficult, so he took her glass from the counter and shoved it in front of her face. "Well tonight you're gonna," he declared.

Nicara shook her head and sighed, taking the glass out of his hands and setting it back on the counter. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"How can you live your life if you've never drank beer before?" he questioned, getting back on her own words.

Knowing that this dispute wasn't going to anywhere, she finally gave in. "Fine, I'll try it!" She cautiously took a drink as if it were poisonous.

Grimmjow grinned as she finally swallowed her first sip of alcohol. "So you like it?" he asked eagerly.

Nicara made a face. She didn't particularly like the smell or taste, but it wasn't that bad after it went down her throat. "It taste kinda weird, but I guess it's okay."

Grimmjow nodded in approval of her answer. "Good, now drink the rest."

Nicara continued to sip her glass of beer, which she was starting to enjoy with every drop. "Thanks," she muttered.

"For?"

"Taking me here."

"You work at a club and serve drinks all the time, I still can't believe it's your first time."

"Yeah, me neither." There was an awkward silence between the two as Nicara continued sipping her beer. She was halfway done when she noticed Grimmjow hadn't drunk any of his beer yet, but was intently watching her drink hers.

"Aren't you gonna drink your beer? I'm almost done."

"Psh, I could finish this in five seconds."

Five seconds? He was probably trying to show off. "I don't believe you."

Was she trying to challenge him? If so, it worked. "Wanna bet? Loser drinks another glass."

"Your on."

After the bar, Grimmjow and Nicara walked home, or rather Grimmjow basically dragged Nicara home. Nicara, unfortunately, lost the bet and had to have another glass of beer. She really was a beginner and had very low tolerance when it came to alcohol. She was drunk. Her face was red and she could hardly stand, let alone walk.

By the time they got home, Ari had already fallen asleep. However, he woke and opened his eyes when Grimmjow and Nicara entered the house. Realizing it was just his master and not a stranger, he went back to sleep.

Grimmjow took off his jacket and shoes as well as Nicara's, seeing as she was officially out. He carried her to her bedroom. He didn't often enter her room, but he knew where the bed was, so he didn't bother with the lights. Grimmjow gently laid the woman onto her bed, pulling a few blankets over her body. He was about to leave when he realized the woman had a tight grip on the front of his shirt. He wasn't going anywhere soon unless he wanted his shirt ripped off him.

The girl began to stir in her sleep. She started to mumbling something, he wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if he had woken her up.

"You awake?" Grimmjow asked, not really expecting an answer.

Suddenly he felt the woman pull the front of his shirt, bringing his face centimeters away from hers.

"Kaede?" She muttered, her voice sounding lost.

"It's me, Grimmjow, woman."

She didn't seem to hear him in her drunken state. Letting go of his shirt she reached up and cupped his face. "Kaede, I love you," she whispered ever so softly, her voice sounding sincere and loving as she said those words.

Grimmjow wasn't expecting to hear that. She loved him? No, she loved whoever Kaede was. Who exactly was this Kaede person she was dreaming about? He must have meant a lot to Nicara if she loved him. For some reason the thought that she loved, not just liked, a man irked him.

Grimmjow was so caught up with his thoughts, he didn't notice Nicara closing the gap between their faces until he felt her lips make contact with his.

OMG! So Nicara got drunk all thanks to Grimmjow and even kissed him! Wonder what will happen next? XD

Please don't get the wrong idea of the chapter. I'm NOT trying to say live your life by drinking. My message is to spend some time relaxing, having fun, and hanging out with friends. School and work are very important, but don't forget to reward yourself.

All I want for Christmas are reviews from my wonderful readers!

I'll post a Christmas chapter on either Christmas or Christmas eve, until then please leave a review!