Hello! Sorry for the wait. I wanted to get a few chapters out on my other story. Plus school started back up :/ Once I get one more chapter out on the other story I will devote more time to this one for a little while. For now enjoy the new chapter!

Disclaimer: Bleach and all of it's characters are the property and creation of Tite Kubo

Chapter 5: Painted Premonition

How the fuck is this possible?! Inspecting the painting closely, hoping to find some detail of the sword that was off, Grimmjow was shocked to find not even one. The jagged S shaped stuba, the shade of blue of its handle and scabbard, even the proportion of the blade's scabbard to the handle was right. It was illustrated with such precise detail that he was almost certain he could reach out to it and the real sword would be what he touches. Looking at the rest of the canvas now he took in the whole picture, seeing a hazy black and gray background and chains wrapping around the Zanpakuto. Why is Pantera wrapped in chains? Not knowing what else to do he ran to the kitchen area and jumped onto the counter to start yowling at her.

Yukiko looked questioningly at the fidgety cat. Knowing he can't tell her what got him so riled, Grimmjow instead ran over to the painting and placed a paw on it. Yukiko followed him and looked at the painting then back to Grimmjow, then the two painting that had been yanked to the floor. She sighed loudly and collected the two paintings on the floor and placed them upright against the rest of them after pulling the one with Pantera aside. She turned her body to sit with her legs crossed and her back to the paintings, then placed the one in her hands down flat. When she did Grimmjow walked up and stood with the front half of his body on the canvas, putting his left paw longingly on the hilt.

He heard her start snapping her fingers. Tearing his eyes away from the painting, the Arrancar looked over at her, focusing on her mouth and face. {"Do you recognize the sword?"}

Grimmjow nodded yes.

{"Is it yours?"}

He nodded yes again.

{"So you're actually a Shinigami?"}

After pausing for a moment in confusion as to how she could know about Shinigami, Grimmjow growled angrily at being called one.

Yukiko looked confused again. {"You're not a Shinigami?"}

He shook his head no, though still angry with his ear pulled back slightly.

Her expression changed in thought. {"One of the evolved hollows then?"}

Once again, Grimmjow was taken back by her knowledge of things that no human outside Kurosaki and his little circle of friends should know about. So much so that he didn't nod an answer to her question. He must have looked like he was zoned out because Yukiko reached over and placed her index finger directly on his nose. When he realized that she was not just touching him, but his face, he growled and swiped her hand away with his claws fully extended. He could feel two of them rake across her finger, which she quickly pulled back to herself and examined the two little trails of blood. Looking down at the Arrancar with an angry frown she stood up and began running water from the faucet in the kitchen area over the scratches. After putting a little bandage on it she turned her head to glare at the cat but then resumed her work on their dinner, cutting up carrots from the looks of it, rather than doing anything to him.

From the sound of the knife on the wooden board she was cutting at a steady and fairly quick pace, going through vegetables rather quickly. The sound of the cutting was the only thing heard from inside the apartment while the tap of rain on the window supplied the rest of the noise. Grimmjow gave his Pantera one more look before deciding that the painting was obviously not going anywhere and trotted back towards the center of the room to try and look out the window but because of the angle all he could see was storm clouds which occasionally lit up with lightning which was followed by a rumble of thunder, that being the only sound that overpowered the sound of Yukiko's chopping.

Every chop made Grimmjow's ear want to twitch towards her in the kitchen. Until it didn't. When the chopping stopped he initially didn't think anything of it but had to turn around to look when it sounded like she was panting. He was right, she was panting. She was trying to walk away from the kitchen but seemed to be stumbling and her eyes looked hazy like she wasn't really seeing. By her fourth step she fell to the floor, not even catching herself as she hit the tatami flooring.

H-Hey! Grimmjow ran the tiny distance to her and inspected her face. Her eyes were open but her pupils had contracted completely shut and all he could see was the reddish-brown iris and the whites of her eyes. She wasn't moving and Grimmjow strained his hearing to listen for her heartbeat, which he couldn't hear either. He began relentlessly swatting her face with his paw trying to get her to wake back up. After a few seconds of this a hand waved the little paw away and her iris' opened back up to allow her vision to come back.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes gently. Grimmjow backed up a few steps and watched her closely in complete shock and confusion. She looked down at him through one half-lidded eyes while she continued to rub the other. She was still breathing deeper than normal but was no longer panting. {"It happens.} She mouthed to him then stood and returned to her work in the kitchen.

Grimmjow stood stiff and watched her in utter shock. She passes out and is practically dead for a few seconds and all she has to say about the matter is "It happens"?! Just how messed up is this bitch?!

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After her little episode on the floor Yukiko finished preparing their meal. After all, if she doesn't cook than how will they eat? Besides it was just as she told the cat. Hollow. Not-really-a-Hollow Hollow. Whatever he was now. It happens. It's what happens when her premonitions come while she's awake anyways. Good thing I can kind of feel them coming on or else one of these days I would fall face first onto a stove or something. She thought with an odd smirk on her face. She knows it isn't something she should joke about but sometimes she couldn't help it. Nui would probably cry if she heard such a joke.

Yukiko placed the hunk of meat that she had placed in a sweet apple marinade onto a tray and dumped all the cut carrots and potatoes around it before pouring the marinade over all of it and sliding it into the oven. On second thought. Maybe she'd just be proud that all of her patience in teaching me to cook paid off so well. She couldn't help but smile and chuckle to herself at the memory of her former caretaker trying her best to explain how to cook to Yukiko who had never set foot into a kitchen until she was 15. She can't even remember the number of times she set the food on fire or burnt it until it was a rock that first few months. Thankfully Yukiko eventually picked up of the art of cooking and it grew to become one of her favorite activities, especially after having to part ways with Nui.

Turning a dial kitchen timer to go off in 45 minutes and leaving it on her dinner table, Yukiko walked over to the row of paintings that Grimmjow took it upon himself to look through earlier, noticing that his eyes were still on her as she did. Carefully moving at the paintings out of the way she pulled a blank canvas off of the easel that was in the back and two boxes and a wooden palate that sat on top of them. Making herself comfortable at the table she opened one box that had a variety of pencils, small sponges and paint brushes stored in it and then other which was filled with many small tubes filled with different colors and bases of paint.

Taking a second to close her eyes and recall her vision to her mind she searched through the box of paints and grabbed a light shade of brown and applied a generous to the wooden pallet. Using one of the thicker brushes she began coating the bottom half of the canvas. Painting was something she can't remember ever not doing. Translating her mental images to physical images is a form of communication that she was better at than she had even been at speaking even when she had a voice. When she started painting Yukiko became very zoned in on her work and forgot the rest of the world. Only taking her eyes off of the canvas to rummage through her boxes for different colors or brush sizes and one of her sponges. Without realizing that so much as a minute passed she was drawn out of her painting daze by the irritating ringing of the little timer she set down next to her.

When she looked up from her picture she took a quick look around to take in her surroundings as if she had completely forgotten where she was. She stopped her little survey when she saw a black cat sitting just next to her box of paints. When did he jump up here?

He was staring at her with great intensity and it was starting to make her a little nervous. {What?}

Grimmjow mewed in response then quietly growled and looked away. Right. He can't say what he's thinking any more than I can. Actually I can at least write what I have to say and mouth words while he can't even do that. Yukiko felt a slight pang of guilt about forgetting that fact. While she got up to turn off the oven and pull the meat out Yukiko tried to think up some way of communicating with the Hollow-cat. The most obvious would be yes or no questions. It do that until we can work something a bit better for him out.

Sitting back down she tapped the table to pull his attention back to her face. {Do you what to see what I'm working on?}

He shook his head no.

Right. He probably saw it when I got up. She took a quick look at the incomplete painting and realized that at the moment it was just a picture of a children's park with some trees, a clock, a swing set, a tunnel structure, and partially completed climbing cage. {It's not finished. When it is it will make more sense. It's the warning that my episode on the floor was about.}

A cock to the head was the next response she got.

{What about that makes no sense? How it's a warning or how it's connected to me being on the floor?"}

Grimmjow meowed twice, which to her best assumption meant the second option.

{"My spiritual power gives me little peeks into what's going to happen but it usually isn't entirely literal. A lot of the time I see people and some objects as something other than what they are. Take the painting of your sword for instance. For both Shinigami and evolved Hollow the sword is a physical container for your full power. Right?"}

He nodded yes after it became apparent that she was waiting for him to either confirm or deny her words.

{"That I saw your sword in chains and trying to pull itself out of the scabbard was probably a way of telling me that your power was going to be trapped and you want to take it back. I painted it about a week ago, I'm guessing that's before this happened to you. Unfortunate really."}

Grimmjow looked away from her now, not nodding or shaking his head at all. She waited patiently for him to respond in some way but eventually he glanced back at her pulled his ears back and growled slightly, getting up and turning his back to her effectively ending their "conversation". Yukiko frowned with a sigh then sat the boxes down off to the side and cleared some space for the food, which should have cooled enough for them to eat by now.

She set down a plate for the cat with a bowl of water but resumed painting rather than eating. When she finished it was a picture of a park but a drooling skeleton had torn a hole in the sky and was trying to crawl out. The clock read 2:27 and there was a black and red butterfly fluttering just above the clock face. This was something that she was vaguely used to seeing actually. A Hollow was going to invade the park at 2:27 AM some night soon and a Shinigami will come to fight and likely cleanse it. The mindless Hollows were almost always giant skeletons, it was only the ones that were able to think that were different creature to creature. And Shinigami were always the same butterflies unless there was something specific that required one to be set apart. Visions of a Hollow and Shinigami fight were nothing new and honestly not worth the cost of the paint or canvas but she needed to put it down. It was like an itch that only got worse the longer she ignored it and drawing usually didn't cut it, at least not the ones that involved something violent.

After finally finishing the painting she placed it down on top of the sheet that was previously covering all of the finished ones and put together a plate for herself. The food had gotten cold after being left uneaten so long but it still tasted good enough, and it supplied enough left over for a small hand full of meals. Yukiko cleaned the kitchen and the table without any interruptions from her, once again, upset house guest. When she was done she realized why. He had fallen asleep in the center of her futon. Putting off waking the temperamental little creature as long as she could, the girl took him sleeping as an opportunity to change into her pajamas without having to leave the room and did a usual routine of brushing her hair and teeth and washing her face and using the toilet one more time before going to sleep.

When waking Grimmjow could no longer be avoided she opted to use one of her paint brushes to poke him awake him up rather than risk another scratch on her hands. He, predictably, snapped awake and swiped violently at the object that had disturbed his sleep. Apparently calming after his initial attack he looked at her expectantly. {"You need to get up so I'll have room too."}

He groaned slightly but lazily complied, slinking over to the side but still taking up a decent amount of space for a cat. Too tired to try and coax the Hollow over more and not wanting to deal with him being extra pissy from being shoved any further, Yukiko slid in next to him and stopped when she felt his small body against her stomach. She groaned silently at the fact that he was laying on top of the blanket which prevented her from pulling it over her whole body, leaving a bit of her exposed to the colder air outside her blanket. Sighing in resignation at this being the most comfortable she'll be able to get for the night, she then mindlessly said {"Goodnight Grimmjow."} and closed her eyes for the short amount of time it took for sleep to get her.

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Mrs. Swordslover: Hehe I was pretty evil with that last line. I briefly considered including Ichigo in the store scene but decided it isn't time for him to see kitty Grimmjow just yet. I want her to cuddle him too but I need it to go along with his character too so it's going to be tricky, just know I'm working out a way to do it.

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