New information for when reading! Any lines with around {these} them are being said by Yukiko, but obviously there is no sound so no one is hearing anything in the story.

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Chapter 3: Rainboots and an Umbrella

Yukiko was laying on a large futon in a dark room lightly lit by an arrangement of small candles spread throughout the room, the floor was all tatami with large red painted wooden pillars. She was laying on her back terrified as two men in traditional yukata and hakama were looming closely over her, smirking happily at the woman beneath them. One of the men held her two wrist tightly in one hand and used his other to yank her kimono open and ripped off her underwear while the other carelessly shrugged out of his robes and loosed his pants, revealing an already standing penis. Yukiko stared hollowly at the dark wooden ceiling above her, she won't fight these men. Yukiko learned the hard way long ago that resisting only gets her punished. She may not be allowed to fight back, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream or cry. She held her tongue, not uttering one sound as the now naked man forced his way painfully into her. The man holding her hands down used his free hand to grip her exposed right breast, playing with it while having a sick smile on his face. All the while the man between her legs was continuously forcing himself in and out of her, causing her body to experience an intense heat making her feel like she was being engulf in hellfire. When will this end? Yukiko questioned to herself. No more. I want this to end.

Her gaze hazed over as she tried to ignore the painful fire coursing through her until something odd happened. The fire's heat intensified but she no longer felt any pain from it, only searing pleasure that she never felt before. The man holding her wrists and toying with her chest was gone and in place of the man carelessly forcing his way in and out of her body was a different man. This one had striking blue hair and equally blue and brilliantly shining eyes boarder by odd green lines. Just as attention getting as his colors was the piece of skull like jaw placed over the right side of his cheek and jaw, hiding part of his mouth which was pulled in a wide grin that should've terrified her but instead sent shivers down her spine that she somehow enjoyed. As this strange man pulled out then pushed into her slowly but strongly she felt only happiness and pleasure in it, being unable to stop the blissful sigh that escaped her. The more he thrusted in and out of her the more erotically she sighed until she started moaning out in pleasure. The man never stopped his movements, even as he leaned down and whispered huskily into her ear, "So you do have a nice voice. Huh, Yukiko?"

For whatever reason the sound of her name on the mysterious man's lips woke Yukiko from her dream, sitting up as she came to grasp the fact that she was back in the little apartment. She was panting deeply and her body was still feeling the heat from the dream. When she put her hand over heart to feel it hammering away and a sensation pleasure pulsed through her causing her to jolt slightly. Not knowing what else to do, Yukiko snaked her hand down past her pants and underwear feeling that her own core was slick and hot. She began rubbing at herself feeling the intense pulsing pleasure of the action radiating through the rest of her body. As her right hand worked at her lower region her left reached up under her shirt and began playing with her chest, having two of her fingers trace and play with her nipple. Both the acts together left her little strength to hold herself up, so she fell forward onto her futon instead, panting hard and voicelessly moaning. The dream had already sent Yukiko into an intense high and her body didn't need much more provoking to be pushed over the edge, releasing an ever silent moaning scream as she did.

She removed her hands and wrapped them around herself as her body cooled, turning herself until she looked up at the open window that loomed over her. I guess it's a good thing Grimmjow never came back. I don't know what I would've done if he was here. Definitely not that. She thought, embarrassed. It had been four days since she found the oddly spiritually charged cat. She offered her apartment for him to come and stay but he never took her offer up. He seemed like a proud little creature. Probably wouldn't accepted help even to save his own life. Closing her eyes, Yukiko saw an image of the blue haired man from her dream and felt a surge of heat run through her, though not as intense as before as his face was quickly fading from her memory. Who was that? That wasn't a normal dream, either. Some kind of partial glimpse? Yukiko considered the possibility that the dream was actually caused by her premonition power. It was harder for her to tell them apart from her mind just roaming when they came in her sleep, not that they're ever clear cut images or scenes, they almost always required some kind of interpretation.

She sat up again and stretched her arms out and arching her back, feeling a ripple of small cracks through her spine between her shoulder blades. I'll just clean myself up. Don't feel like going back to sleep anymore. Trotting over to one of the two doors in her apartment that didn't go to the hallway, Yukiko entered her tiny bathroom and stripped off her sweat dampened pajamas and underwear and rinsed herself off thoroughly with warm water. She took her time since it's not like she had anything else to do until her meeting with a client in the late morning. Actually, the futon can stand to be cleaned. I can't remember the last time I did it. With the decision made the girl turned off the water and toweled herself dry. Dressing in a black, light skirt and loose fitting light blue t-shirt, Yukiko gathered up her futon, sheet and blanket and hauled it down the hallway into the building's laundry room and filled up two of the three washing machines with her bed supplies. Luckily the manager of the building invested in an extra-large washing machine for the tenets futons, which saved her from having to carry it four blocks over to a public cleaners. Finding a clean space on the floor, Yukiko sat down against the wall and waited.

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How big is this damn city? Grimmjow had been searching the city for four days now and found no signs of the Shinigami that got him in is current predicament. At least he was better adjusted to his new body. It was essentially the same as his adjunchas body, only smaller and thousands of times weaker. The sun had gone down hours ago and his fatigue was starting to significantly slow him down. I guess I'll just find a place to sleep. The Arrancar scanned his surroundings for someplace that would be difficult of a human to get to, but easy enough for him, and settled on the top of a concrete wall that lined some of the sidewalks. Jumping up on top of a trash can then up to the top of the wall he curled up into a circle and allowed his body to start relaxing, thinking not for the first time about the mute woman's offer. As much as he hated accepting help, he found his current sleeping arrangement of anywhere he might avoid being bothered to be less than comfortable while on the other hand he remembered how soft the futon in her apartment had been. Maybe I should try finding my way back? I questioned briefly. Truth be told he didn't even remember how to get back to the apartment. He didn't expect it to be this difficult to find the Shinigami and hadn't bothered remembering what building the woman lived in. Needless to say, he was regretting that assumption. Taking a deep breath that was meant to be a sigh Grimmjow stretched the tension from his limps and drifted off into sleep, his legs all splayed out as he would in his real body.

He didn't wake up until he heard and felt thunder reverberate through his ears and body. Looking up at the sky with sleepy eyes Grimmjow saw that it was covered in dark purplish black clouds. While he had never experienced a storm in his life as a hollow the instinctual knowledge his memories of his human life that he can't be bothered to even try to actively remember told him he should find cover. He jumped down from the wall and moved in at a quick trot down the sidewalk, dodging the humans running for cover that for once ignored him, searching for something sturdy that will shield him from the inevitable down pour. Grimmjow picked up his pace by a lot when raindrops began hitting him, darting down the pavement and scanning his surroundings for anything resembling shelter. He settled on a metal garbage can lid that was propped up against the wall when it came down to choosing between that and getting soaked as the few raindrops multiplied into countless bullets of water pelting him. It was loud under the metal lid but dry, so he sat down and glared angrily at the sight of the intense rain, shaking the water off of his head. The bright lightning flashing across his vision was immediately followed by a load boom that shook through his whole body. To make the whole situation worse strong winds started blowing through the trash lid that he was hiding under, making it wobble.

Shit. That isn't going to hold. Almost as if his thoughts were a jinx, the lid blew away from its place over him and skidded across the pavement, leaving him exposed to the painfully heavy rain. He wanted to get out from it so he ran once again until he found a small overturned cardboard box that was better than nothing and actually weighed down with some other pieces of garbage on top of it. Dashing in, Grimmjow shook the rain off his whole body, and curled up in a corner of the box that must've been beneath some of the garbage as it was the only one that didn't have any rain leaking through. As he once again glared out into the outside of his new protection the Arrancar cursed unhappily, I officially HATE the fucking rain.

With nothing to do but wait it out, Grimmjow tried to sleep but the booming thunder would always prevent him from successfully dozing. Instead he tried licking the water off of his fur. The action felt stupid to him but his body did it anyways, and when he finally stopped he tightened the circle he made with his body and watched the continuously pouring rain behind the tip of his angrily twitching tail and shivering body. His view of the flooding street was suddenly blocked by a pair a feet that were covered in slick red boots. Picking his head up as the person the feet belonged to knelt down and it was surprisingly a face he recognized; it was the mute woman's reddish-brown eyes looking at him curiously. She then let out a sigh and what looked like an exasperated smile. When Grimmjow saw her hand reach in for him he immediately growled at her, but whether she couldn't hear him or simply chose to ignore it he wasn't sure as she swiftly and confidently grabbed him by the skin at the back of his neck. The moment he felt the pressure from her grasp Grimmjow felt an odd impulse to go limp, and she dragged him out of the box though he was still shielded from the water by her umbrella. She held him up to her eye level and just stared at him blankly as he glared hatefully back at her. He saw her lips move, but didn't catch what she was mouthing, before she pulled him against her shoulder as if to hug him and released her grip so that she was gently pressing him against her shoulder instead. He dug his claws into her shirt and considered trying to tear her up but she was warm and dry and very likely taking him back to her sheltered apartment with the soft futon that he could sleep comfortably on, so Grimmjow allowed her to carry him instead.

The walk wasn't very long, perhaps ten minutes, before they entered a building. I was this close to her building, huh? Probably further than I hoped from that damn Shinigami's shop than. I must've been going in circles. The Arrancar cat realized unhappily. Once inside the building, the woman, Shit. What was her name? Yukine? Yukimura? No. Yukiko. Yukiko took them through another door and then they were in her room. She took off her boots and set down a large and thin square black case that hung from her other shoulder and then carried Grimmjow through another door. They entered an incredibly small room where the floor was entirely tile which also extended half-way up the walls and coming from the wall was a serious of nozzles and a tube. Wait this is a bathroom. What's she planning to do? At first Grimmjow thought she was going to take a bath but was horrified when he realized she wasn't taking off her clothes and instead gripped him by the skin at his neck again and pulled him away from her body. He started hissing and growling at her as she mechanically turned the nozzles so that water came out of the sprayer and she moved her hand out to feel it as it came out. Once she was apparently satisfied she pulled the sprayer from its holder and started hosing down Grimmjow, who screamed angrily in protest. The water was warm sure, but he was still not in the mood for any part of this situation. After his whole body had been rinsed with the warm water she turned it off and for the first time since finding him in the box put him down. The angry Grimmjow half-sprint half-slid to the far corner of the room and glared at her. Who does this bitch think she is?! He was watching her every move, the next time she reached for him, he was taking her arm off.

Yukiko had stepped out of the room and immediately came back with a large white towel. She took a step forward to put it on him but Grimmjow hissed at her when she did.

She got an unhappy frown on her face and started to mouth words again, though this time he did catch it, {"Ungrateful little bastard. You needed to warm up, plus you were filthy."} She sighed and dropped the towel. {"Dry yourself off then."} After that she left the room.

Grimmjow figured she hadn't expected him to know what she was saying but he actually did as he knows how to read lips. Once she was out of view he creeped over to the towel and buried himself in it. It was soft and didn't have any kind of old scent to it, probably freshly cleaned. He started rubbing his body around in it and when he was satisfied that he was dry enough he silently stalked out of the bathroom. Looking around the small room he saw Yukiko at the refrigerator pulling out a plastic container with already cooked food. Grimmjow hopped onto the table and sat down, expecting her to now start cooking as she fed him last time he was there. Yukiko turned and looked at him, then stepped over to the little board on her refrigerator and wrote a message to him. "I'm just going to warm up my dinner from yesterday for now. I'll cook fresh food later."

Whatever. I take what I can get right now. The knowledge that he was indeed getting warm food very soon was all Grimmjow could bring himself to care about right now.

And done! Holy crap that first part was awkward to write! I've never written explicit material so sorry if you can feel my awkwardness about it coming through. Review/comment or correct me on anything you find grammatically wrong; take your pick I appreciate it all.

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