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When; Dec 10, night (before, then during the fireworks)
Rating; PG-13 for language, as expected
Characters; Grimmjow Jaggerjack [

6thsword] & Hinamori Momo [

hajikemomo]
Summary; After "kidnapping" Hinamori from the other shinigami during the Christmas party, Grimmjow carries her outside the temple for some privacy...
Log;

Grimmjow exited the temple on a victorious high from his latest jaw-dropping stunt, his prize clinging, frightened, to his neck despite herself. The arrancar trudged through the snow-covered lawn towards an empty bench outside, where he neatly deposited Hinamori before collapsing down beside her.

"Now wasn't that grand," he remarked, the smirk not leaving his face and his eyes not leaving hers. "You have a fun time, peach?"

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"Before that, maybe." She frowned, irritated with both the nickname and the stunt in general. He might think it funny, but she'd been fully prepared to walk out and not cause anything remotely like... exactly what had happened. Hinamori just knew it was going to go downhill from here.

"Was there even a point to that other than to get a reaction?" ...Oh, but she already knew the answer to that.

"Nah, not really." This was half-true. It mostly was for the reaction, but now that they were alone together, away from the noise and the lights of the party, he was determined to enjoy himself more thoroughly.

Grimmjow leaned back, twining his hands behind his head. "The party's fucking boring. I mean, the most you can do is irritate people, and it's not much fun when you can't beat the shit outta them afterwards." He looked over at her, in her updone hair and her frilly dress. "I don't get how you can have fun."

"I hear Greed was looking for someone to start something. Maybe you'd rather go back and find him?" Wishful thinking, of course. There was no getting out of this, and she knew it.

Chosing to stare at the snow in front of her the small shinigami simply shrugged. "I enjoy the company of a lot of those people." Oh, but he'd said- The frown came back and she bit her lower lip before glancing over.

"What did you mean when you were talking to Rangiku?"

"This should be more interesting." To him, anyway. She would probably just find it awkward and embarrassing, but he liked it best when she was stumbling over herself. It was refreshing, to have that much power over someone without having to lift a finger. Perhaps that was how Aizen felt.

Speaking of Aizen; "What did I mean?" Grimmjow's lips twisted into a crueller grin. "Didn't ya hear me earlier? It ain't my business. If you want to know, ask your friend. Besides," he added, "I thought you were over that bastard."

Oh, now this was fun.

Interesting? She would have huffed, but instead just turned away, folding her hands neatly in her lap. She wasn't going to give in to his taunting. Not outwardly, anyway.

"My feelings in regards to that man are none of your concern," Hinamori managed to mutter without any emotion in either extreme.

She turned away, so Grimmjow scooted closer, letting his arm hang on the back of the bench mere inches from Hinamori's shoulders.

"None of my concern, eh? Well, I'll let you know how he feels, if you want." He kept his voice low, perhaps to refrain from attracting unwanted attention, or perhaps to watch her shiver at such close proximity.

"I don't want to know." She lied. "I'm fine not know what goes on in his head." Another total untruth. Fists clenched, bunching the fabric of the dress she forced herself to face his gaze and tell the biggest lie of all.

"If he never speaks to me again, I wouldn't care." It could just be that she didn't trust the arrancar to tell her the truth, or it could be a hundred other reasons. Which ever one it was, Hinamori sat there, putting her training to good use as she tried hard not to let it, let him get to her. "If we're going to talk, can it be about something else?"

"Like hell you wouldn't." But he relented, sitting back but still watching her eyes. "Because now you got me, Momo-chan, and I sure as hell make better company."

Grimmjow shrugged out of his suit jacket. He hated this stupid thing and that he'd been forced to wear it, but now that he was technically not at the party, people shouldn't care if he took it off. Besides, he noted, someone seemed rather cold.

He draped his jacket around Hinamori's shoulders. "You know, I gotta give the little brat credit. The dress looks good," he said offhandedly.

She had no retort to his company being better. It was different, at least, but better? That would fully depend upon the Aizen that Hinamori saw. So she settled on different.

The jacket over her shoulders caused her to jump a little and she scooted away, more than a bit surprised. Recovering herself, however, she smiled slightly, staring down at her clenched hands. "It's not that bad, now I'm used to it, I suppose."

He resumed his earlier position, the hands locking behind his head as he stared boredly at the sky, then said, "It's not very good at keepin' the cold out, though." He glanced over to see her reaction, then turned his attention back to the winter night. It was getting late, and the he could hear that the music from inside had died. There was supposed to be fireworks at midnight, right?

"I guess I should thank the party people and Nell, though." He grinned ferally at her. "Wouldn't get to see you all dolled up otherwise."

"Who knows? If you asked nicely enough, I might wear something like this again." A poor, poor attempt at a joke on Hinamori's part, and she laughed nervously as she pulled the jacket around her. "Or if Nell hides my robes again," she added, glancing at her feet and blushing slightly.

The small arrancar had, indeed, stolen and hidden Hinamori's familar blacks robes, with the aid of Tobiume, of all things! It had been one of the reasons she'd given in and agreed to wear what the little girl had thrust upon her, in the end. "I'm surprised no one had to force you into your outfit."

"That so? Then maybe I will." Grimmjow reached out and tilted her chin up slightly. His lips curled into a smirk at Hinamori's growing blush. "Though I'm sure without robes is fine too."

He let go of her chin but casually tossed an arm around her shoulders, the other hanging across the backrest. "Ulquiorra took me to get clothes yesterday. It was really fucking weird, looking at suits with him. Not to mention his total lack of style. He insisted I wear a tie, but there's no way in hell I'd wear shit like that. You'd only catch me in a tie if I got hitched or something."

Again, she couldn't quite find the proper response, especially not with his arm around her.

But she did have to question, "do arrancar even do that?" It was odd to even think about it, an arrancar wedding. Oh, she must be losing her mind or something, to even entertain the idea as a joke. But then again, she was sitting on a bench, with an arrancar, in the snow. Not much weirder than that.

He laughed aloud at her discomfort.

"Nah. No need to, so it's not like I'll ever get married. Arrancar don't know love, anyway." He thought back on Nell and her incorrigible attachment to certain people, and his grin faded in to a slight scowl. "Except for that defect."

"So no tie." She frowned at his remark about the small arrancar, managing to edge away slightly from him. "I don't think she's a defect. Having emotions doesn't mean there's something wrong with you."

Not that Hinamori had any place to talk about what was wrong with people, of course.

"She's defective in Aizen's eyes," he explained, as if it were the most obvious fact. He noticed her move away just a tiny bit and allowed her that little comfort.

"So I'm guessing someone without emotions is pretty fucked up? Yeah, I guess you could say that about some people." He immediately thought of Ulquiorra, of course; there was no way someone like him was right in the head.

"Then I'm defective too." Snow. The snow was interesting. The snow kept her focused.

...The snow reminded her of who should be here. Hinamori ignored his assertion, simply because she agreed, for the most part, but also because her mind was already elsewhere. Not that being distracted around Grimmjow was a good idea.

Despite himself, Grimmjow's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He definitely hadn't expected that from her, no matter how many times she seemed to angst over the past.

He could tell her mind had wandered, that she was focused on something else right then. And that pissed him off. He'd gone to the extra trouble of attending the party and wearing a suit and being civil around the damn shinigami, and now that he'd succeeded in getting Hinamori all to himself, she wasn't paying him much attention. He'd just have to fix that.

"You, defective?" Grimmjow pulled her against him, not at all gently, and with his free hand forced her to look at him. "Give yourself some more credit." He was almost snarling.

"You said it yourself," she muttered darkly trying - and failing - to push herself away. "She's a defect because Aizen sees her as such. If that's the way it works, then to you I should be nothing more than a useless pawn that's already been thrown away."

She surprised herself with how calmly that came out, since she knew it still bothered her; she still woke up at night screaming, clutching her stomach, crying. Still.

But even more surprising to her was Grimmjow's response, and she tried vainly not to look at him.

She was fighting against his grip, but he wouldn't let her get away. Not this time. Not when he had her right where he wanted her.

"You ever play chess, Momo? Pawns," he growled, "turn into queens." That said, he dipped his head and pressed his lips against her own.

It would've been more ideal, he decided later, if the fireworks hadn't decided to deafen him at that moment.

She squeaked, something fairly close to an exclamation of surprise caught up with a gasp and all completely drowned out because of her inability to currently say anything.

Not once but twice now she'd found herself staring at the Espada in shock as she pulled back and not even the fireworks could tear her gaze away as she struggled vainly for something, anything to say. Hinamori was vaguely aware that they were rather pretty though, and she probably would have enjoyed them more if she hadn't been completely and utterly unable to think.

Nothing could stop the insane grin from spreading across his face.

"You're really fucking cute, you know," he said over the din of the fireworks. He was fully aware that anything she wanted to say would have to wait till later, since the state of shock was probably too great. So, content for the night, Grimmjow released his hold on the shinigami and sat back to watch the fireworks.

She tried. Oh, she tried. Several times over. And never once getting past the first few words. Mostly, it started with how. What was thrown in a few times as well, but for the most part it was silence and confused frowns as Hinamori stared at the arrancar.

He was calm about the whole thing and for some reason that irritated her. Especially since she still couldn't figure out what to say.

"...You kissed me," was her eventual result, stupid, obvious, and sounded as dumbfounded as she felt.

He almost snorted at her response. "No shit." His gaze flicked over at her confused expression. "And that's the second one, too. Woulda thought you wouldn't be so shocked this time around."

The fireworks were rather dull. Others might consider them pretty, but Grimmjow didn't really care for temporary bursts of color. Perhaps he watched them so as to give Hinamori a chance to catch herself, instead of having to deal with a constant and intense stare.

"Well excuse me for not thinking the person who's intent on killing me would kiss me!" Anger wasn't what she wanted, but the response was quick to roll off her tongue as she watched him ignore her all too obvious distress.

The small shinigami sighed, glancing over at the fireworks herself. "I don't... get you."

"I do what I want, when I want," Grimmjow said simply. "It's not that hard to get, Momo-chan." He smirked at her evident upset.

But then his next words surprised even him.

"Honestly? I don't get me, either."

"You contradict yourself, Grimmjow." The frown was quickly becoming a common thing on her face, as was the damn blush she couldn't fight back.

"If you're going to do that again... It's bad enough you've gotten away with it twice, but if you try it again I won't allow it. No matter how cute you think it is." The small shinigami pulled the jacket around her tighter, the cold finally really starting to get to her, more because of the distance she was putting between her and the arrancar than anything else.

"It ain't my fault, it's yours." And he'd leave it at that. He'd told her before that she confused him, and maybe she wouldn't remember, but he was telling her the truth. Before he'd arrived he didn't really care about anyone. He liked that one called Orihime because she did what he wanted, even gave him back his rank, but that was it. Hinamori, on the other hand... He didn't know. He didn't understand it.

"Then push me away," Grimmjow replied to her next statements, glancing over and smiling slightly as she pulled his jacket around her. Did she even realize she was doing it? "It ain't that hard. I told you I'd be civil."

Her fault? Oh, and she thought she couldn't get anymore confused.

"I tried pushing you away then." She was playing with the fabric in her hands as she held it around her, trying to think, find some way to change the subject, do something to distract herself. She came up short, and sighed slightly while she continued to stare at the snow.

"You didn't push me hard enough."

The fireworks were so redundant now that Grimmjow was beside himself with boredom. He stood up and brushed at the snow clinging to his pants. Technically, he lived at the temple, but he wasn't planning on staying any longer while there was a party. Maybe he'd go underground and kill some monsters for the hell of it.

"Well, I'm outta here," he said over his shoulder at the shinigami, then started off across the snow-covered lawn. Halfway across, he stopped and turned around. "Don't bother returning the jacket."

Then, in a blink, he was gone.

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