Wow, times goes by fast. It has now been two years since I published this story!

Thanks to everyone who follows my story, if I only had a couple readers I probably wouldn't have made it this far. There's about seven more chapters left to go.

Updates have been quite steady for the last year, but school is starting (again). I still hope you will all continue to follow my story though; I don't plan on giving up on it!

Lots of drama in this chapter, not sure if you guys are going to like it but all relationships have their ups and downs.

"In other words, Grimmjow is going to be sexually frustrated until he has sex with someone."

Rangiku's words replayed through Nicara's mind as she walked back home. Why in the world did it have to be mating season? Their relationship was developing at a steady pace, and she really, really, really liked him, but to have sex with him? She wasn't ready for that, not yet at least. They were still in school; she couldn't risk getting pregnant at a time like this.

"Grimmjow," she called as she entered the house. "Are you still awake?" The living room and kitchen lights were off, but she could see light coming from his room. She popped her head into his room to find him lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"You're back," he stated.

"Yeah, I went and talked to Orihime and Rangiku."

"Why?"

"Cause you've been acting weird, and I wanted to know why."

"...?" He gave her a questioning look.

"You've been acting so touchy lately, and they told me why. It's mating season for you isn't it?" He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked with concern.

"I've been trying to keep it under control, but it's just getting worse," he sheepishly admitted. He didn't' like telling people about his problems, he'd rather solve them on his own. Mating season wasn't a big deal, not until this year. Usually he'd just have sex with any female arrancar, but he didn't want to mate with just any woman, he wanted to mate with Nicara.

"Then let me help," she offered. "Is there anything I can do?"

"There's only one thing you can do to help."

"What?" She regretted it the second she asked, because deep down inside, she already knew the answer.

In a blink of an eye, Nicara found herself pinned to the wall with Grimmjow's head buried in the crook of her neck. Now that the woman knew about mating season, he figured he didn't have to hide his hunger for her anymore.

"I want you," he groaned, letting his greed take over.

"Grimm..."

"Please?" he begged with lust filled eyes.

Nicara shook her head sadly, looking away. "I'm... I'm not ready."

"Please?" he asked again.

"Grimmjow, no."

Even though he clearly heard her say no, the animal inside him had to try. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to her room where he dumped her on the bed. He leaped on top and hovered above.

"Grimm-" He shoved his tongue in her mouth, dominating her. She groaned both from pain and pleasure.

Breaking apart for air, she titled her head to the side. "Grimmjow, stop."

"Stop? How can I stop when you're looking so flustered like that?" He grinded his hips against her, earning a breathless gasp.

"Stop..." she panted again, trying to push him off like she did earlier today. It didn't work this time, however, because he was more determined than ever to get what he wanted. She could tell something was different with Grimmjow. It felt like he was losing control, like he was on some sort of high.

Warning bells were going off when he undid her shirt. He began fondling her breasts with one hand while the other went to undo her pants. Now he had gone too far.

SMACK.

Tears were running down Nicara's cheeks as she slapped Grimmjow across the face. How dare he touch her like that? How dare he force himself on her like that. This wasn't what she wanted. He was just like THEM.

The slap snapped Grimmjow back into his senses to see his girlfriend underneath him in tears. Nicara was only in her bra, the button and zipper of her jeans undone. Shit, what have I done? he thought.

"Nicara" he started, but was pushed away. He watched in dismay as Nicara ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Her knees grew weak as her back slowly slid against the door. She hugged her knees against her chest, trying to sniffle back in the tears.

"Nicara, can you hear me?" Grimmjow called through the other side. She didn't answer; she was too focused on trying to get her breathing under control. "Answer me, damn it!" She shook her head; there were no words she wanted to exchange with him right now.

"Fine, don't fuckin' talk to me then," he growled, frustrated with both himself and Nicara.

In the following five seconds she heard two door slams. One which was her room, the other the front door.

How could he let himself lose control like that? Now Nicara was probably afraid of him. It was just so damn frustrating. Thanks to mating season, his hormones were all whacked up. In the last few nights, all he could think about was taking Nicara, imagining her scream out his name. She was the one he wanted to mate, but she just rejected him. Now what? Who was he suppose to mate now? His lust wasn't going to go away on its own.

He decided to go to a bar and get a couple drinks. He was slightly tipsy after five drinks. He reached into his pockets to pull out some cash, only to realize to didn't bring his wallet with him, thus no money. Since he just walked out of the house earlier, he didn't take anything with him, not even his phone.

"Fuck..." he swore under his breath.

The bartender eyed him suspiciously. "No money?" He questioned.

Grimmjow didn't answer and was about to make a run for it, but a bouncer already grabbed him from behind.

"Do you know what happens when people don't pay?"

He was about to fight the guy, but a curvy woman wearing a mask and corset walked up to them. She looked like one of the stripers at the club.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"The blue haired punk drank five glasses of beer, but doesn't have any money. He was trying to make a run for it."

"Money huh?" she got the bouncer to let him go, but then she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed her breasts against his chest.

"I can get you out of this money mess, all you have to do is spend the night with me," she breathed, lips inches away from his face.

He tried to keep a calm composure; however, he was starting to get a tingling feeling between his legs. "I already have a woman."

She snickered at his statement. "But it doesn't seem like she's been keeping you satisfied, am I right?" She trailed her hands down his chest then reached down and stroked Grimmjow in the pelvic region, earning an irritated growl.

He didn't know how the hell it happened, but one minute the woman was seducing him at the bar, next thing he knew he was at her place fucking her.

There was absolutely no love in the sex; it was just so he could release himself. He was drunk, the lights were dim, and he didn't know the name or face of the woman since it didn't matter. All he knew was that she was quite experienced, go figure since she was a slut worker. She knew exactly what to do and how to pleasure a man. The only thing that would've made the sex perfect was if the woman was Nicara. Now he would have to face her feeling guilty as hell. First for forcing himself on her, and now sleeping with another woman. It couldn't get any worse.

After Grimmjow slammed the door and left, Nicara tried her best to sleep. She didn't want to admit it, but part of her was scarred of Grimmjow. If she didn't slap him, he might've forced himself on her. His strength was something she couldn't compare to. At that point, she didn't know if she would've forgiven him or not. It would still be classified as rape because she clearly told him no.

Though she didn't receive much rest that night, she still woke up bright and early for school the next morning. Grimmjow, she noticed, didn't come home. In a way it was a good thing, since she wouldn't have to face him during breakfast or school. She wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

When she arrived at school alone, Orihime and the others questioned her.

"Where's Grimmjow, too lazy to get up?"

She shook her head sadly. "No, we got into a fight, so he probably won't show up the next couple days."

"Oh..." was all they could say.

At lunch, Nicara pulled Ichigo aside. He was slightly surprised, but followed her to a quiet area on the rooftop.

"Ichigo, could I ask you something about Grimmjow?"

He had a quizzical expression on his face, but still said, "Uh sure, go for it."

"How would you describe Grimmjow?"

Ichigo chuckled at the simple question. "He's rude and very short tempered," he said, stating the obvious.

"How about in a deeper sense? Like Orihime told me he saved her from these two female arrancar's as repayment for healing his arm."

"Well I guess he isn't that bad of guy. He does fight with honor, and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have made it out of Hueco Mundo alive."

"In other words, he has a heart?"

Ichigo shrugged. "I guess. He's definitely changed for the better after he met you."

A small smile appeared on her face. "Thanks Ichigo."

"No problem, I hope you and Grimmjow work things out."

"So you don't mind us dating?"

"A little at first, but it's not every day you get to see a blood thirsty arrancar falling for a human."

"He's not that bad once you get to know him."

The conversation with Ichigo made Nicara feel better about Grimmjow. According to Ichigo and Orihime Grimmjow had some honor. She always kinda knew that, but she wanted to confirm, to make sure. He probably didn't mean to hurt her last night; It was his animal side taking over. Even though it wasn't totally his fault, she wasn't just going to forgive his actions. She still needed some type of apology from him.

It was now 4:40, twenty minutes before work starts. Nicara was sitting in the lunch room when Chloe walked in looking sultry as ever. She was wearing a low cut top exposing all her cleavage along with hickies.

"Wow, someone really did a number on you."

"You don't say. The sex was unbelievable last night. The best I've had in months."

Nicara rolled her eyes. "Lucky you," she muttered sarcastically.

"Wanna see a picture of him? I have a feeling you might recognize him."

She was about to say 'no thanks' but the picture popped up on Chloe's phone, and she did indeed recognize the man. Chloe had taken a selfie in bed, her naked body pressed up against a man with baby blue locks.

The picture dismayed Nicara. She felt sick; her knees growing weak, her stomach knotting up. "How...?" her voice quavered, lips dry.

"Told you so didn't I? You got to put a tighter leash on men like these, otherwise they'll end up finding another play toy."

"How could you? You knew he was my boyfriend!"

Chloe shrugged as if she did nothing wrong. "Look at it this way. You can call me a slut if you want, but I just proved that your boyfriend cheated on you with me. Call it a sick way of looking out for you."

"I don't need you looking out for me by sleeping with my boyfriend!"

"What? Jealous I can satisfy him better than you?" Nicara didn't answer. "You haven't slept with him yet, have you?"

"That's none of your business." She snapped.

Chloe took that as a no. "No wonder he was so eager to fuck me. I must've been one hell of a treat for him. I can still feel his hands going up and down my body. Oh, and have you seen the size of his d-"

Nicara covered her ears blocking out the sound, not wanting to listen anymore. Tears started to form in my eyes as she ran out the staff room. On the way out she bumped into her co-worker, Amelia. She looked at Nicara with concern and asked what was wrong.

"It's ...complicated." she answered.

She nodded, understanding that Nicara wasn't ready to talk about it. She silently thanked Amelia and ran home, Chloe's words clouding her mind. 'Call it a sick way of looking out for you.' Why. Out of all people, why did Grimmjow have to mate with her? Couldn't he have picked someone else? All those touches and kisses she thought were special were all experienced by Chloe. Did she still mean anything to Grimmjow at all? Or was Chloe now his new sex friend?

Finally home, she absentmindedly made my way to the bedroom, only to bump into a solid chest. "Nicara?"

"Grimmjow, you're home?" Her voice cracked. Great, just what she needed. She didn't expect him to come back so quickly.

He tried to make eye contact with her, but noticed her eyes were red and puffy. "Have you been crying?"

"No," She blocked his view by lifting her forearm, attempting to hide her face.

He knew she was lying, but didn't press on. "I wanted to talk to you about last night."

"Same here."

"I didn't mean to lose control, it won't happen again, I swear."

"It's because you already mated with someone, isn't it?" He didn't answer and just stayed quiet. "Why, out of all people, did you mate with Chloe?!"

"Who's ..." then realization hit him. No wonder the woman seemed familiar; it was that slutty co-worker that tried to hit on him. She must've two jobs, because he knew he didn't go to Nicara's bar last night. "Shit."

"I mean I know she flirted with you at work, but I didn't think it really meant anything."

"Look, I was drunk and she kept tempting me. I didn't have much of a choice."

"Didn't have a choice? I guess I should've known what type of person you are. "

"What are you trying to say, woman?"

Nicara took a deep breath before she spoke. "I think we should put whatever we are aside and just be friends."

He was taken aback by her suggestion, his face incredulous. "That's it? You're not gonna let me explain? What did I do wrong?"

"You slept with another girl, is that not a good enough reason to break up with you?!"

Making full eye contact, his voice softened. "You know why I did it."

"Do I? Please tell."

"The one I wanted to fuck was you, but you weren't fuckin' ready. What did you want me to do, rape you? Cause that's probably what would've happened."

"What? So you're blaming me? Sorry I'm not a slut who's ready to have sex with anyone anytime. I didn't know that was what you were looking for."

"You don't fuckin' understand anything!" he exasperated, clearly frustrated.

Tears were threatening to fall from Nicara's eyes but she held them back, she couldn't let him see her cry. "You're right, I don't understand. I don't understand any of this arrancar mating season crap! It's so damn confusing. Why does it have to be so complicated? Why couldn't you just be a normal human!?"

That last line was truly a slap in the face. "Woman..."

"You didn't let me finish. There is one thing I do understand, Arrancar's only fuck and mate women, they don't have a heart and they never will."

After those harsh words, Grimmjow left, slamming the door behind him. Nicara could only collapse to the ground, salty liquid drops dripping down her face.

X

Why? Why couldn't that bitch understand anything?! He didn't have a choice, it was either fuck her or fuck another girl. The shinigami woman told her about mating season, so why didn't she understand his situation. He had an animal side of him that he couldn't always control.

That time when she slapped him, he really wanted to take her, but he could tell by her eyes that she was afraid. Not afraid to have sex, but afraid of him. If he went any further he wouldn't have been any better than that bastard Shou. Fear was the last thing he wanted her to feel when she was around him, so he decided that he'd rather have her upset for sleeping with another girl than hurt her and have her scarred of him for life.

He wasn't going to apologize to the woman, No. As far as he could see he did nothing wrong.

At the moment, Grimmjow was heading downtown for a drink. He wanted to forget about the woman once in for all, but the slutty waitresses were pissing him off.

He eventually headed to a nearby hotel to stay the night. Alone, lying on the bed he felt empty, like he was missing something inside. He felt hollow. No, he was a hollow, a creature of hell with no feelings. A creature without a heart. A creature that could not love. A creature of destruction.

Why was he feeling upset that Nicara didn't want him anymore anyways? Now he'd have one less problem to deal with. Without her he'd be a free man- no commitment. Without her, he would no longer have to deal with his fuckin' emotions. Emotions that made him weak in every way. Now that they were separate, he could focus back on what really mattered to him, becoming king.

Awww, Grimmjow and Nicara broke up. What do y'all think? Did Nicara overeat? Or do you agree with Grimmjow, he did nothing wrong. Honestly, Nicara would've forgiven him if she didn't find out he slept with Chloe. It's like if your partner cheated on you with your arch enemy, you'd be so upset and not want to talk to them ever again.