tampered | Log; completed

Log; completed

When; Tonight
Rating; PG
Characters; Tenten [

weaponed] at first, Grimmjow [

6thsword] and Hinamori [

hajikemomo]
Summary; Don't ever trust a ninja. Especially not when she knows more about your love life than you probably do, and offers to take you to dinner.
Log;

It was sort of because she was bored, in the end. Not that waiting about for the Espada to show made her boredom any the easier to handle but~ Well. It was this, or sit with Hinamori as the girl fidgeted nervously for several hours without a word. Not quite this ninja's idea of fun, to say the least, even if she had offered to be keep her company.

No, with a small smile she'd told the young vice captain all she knew, not at all surprised to note that what she knew was a lot more than most people seemed to have grasped. The joys of a working intel system and common sense. Well, that, a good knack at reading people, and rather handy hacking skills added to it all and ultimately, it really wasn't a shock that Hinamori didn't have anything to add to Tenten's take on the situation.

The bun haired girl had, through no fault of her - or his - own, gradually picked up a thing or two about emotions from Hisoka and had offered the simple advice of facing the source of her confusion. Having the girl agree she'd taken it upon herself to act as intermediary.

It didn't hurt to be on good terms with the enemy of your ally, after all. Small things like this always paid off.

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Oh. She hadn't supposed for one moment that Tenten might not have told him exactly what was going on. But then again, it was hard for her to tell what the ninja did at all. It had been enough of a shock that she knew as much as she did.

Clearly, no one hid as much as they thought they did. But that was something else entirely, and she turned her attention to the Espada in front of her. "No. It's all fresh, Kusajishi-fukutaichou went shopping yesterday." At least he was eating, anyway. Forcing herself to move at last, the dark haired girl helped herself in order to keep busy. She was hungry, too, of course.

His grin softened somewhat. "So I'm not gonna keel over and die any minute now. Good. Won't have to wait another year for another mass revival thing." He glanced up at her occasionally as he ate, glad he wasn't the only one trying to make this situation as normal as possible.

"I'm guessing 'cause everybody's coming back to life, those two aren't dead anymore. Nemu and the blonde chick." He chuckled a little. "Thank the fucking gods, eh?"

He'd unintentionally said the wrong thing. While she was glad they were both alive - Nemu especially, because that meant she didn't have to worry about trying to find something to offer in exchange - the details surrounding Rangiku's were... Well, she simply didn't like the way it had happened.

Aizen and Rangiku obviously didn't want anyone knowing what had happened though, so Hinamori fought against the sadness that threatened to creep into her voice as she answered, "mm, I'm glad. I hope they don't mean to just take it away again."

Though she'd tried to hide it, he caught it immediately. He didn't know why. After all, shouldn't she be happy that all of her people had a chance of leaving the City? Grimmjow thought back to what Isane had said about Hinamori's happiness. He'd have to keep the medic's words in mind the entire night.

"We won't be doing any taking of lives. At least, not of shinigami," he reassured her, remembering Aizen's orders. It didn't occur to him that he'd forgotten about his persistance about his own desire to take her life.

"That's not what I'm worried about." She laughed nervously, staring at her plate in turn. "I just, Rangiku was brought back before that. And they didn't die because of you, or Aizen. They were killed by other people."

It was silly to hear herself speaking about it, so quietly, like just mentioning it would kill them again. But she hadn't been able to do anything for them at the time, hadn't been allowed to help them return to life after, hadn't done anything at all but waited. And for what, for the deities to act kindly on a whim? For Aizen to do what she couldn't? Hinamori didn't know how long that would last. "I guess I just don't want anything bad to happen to them, now that they're finally able to go home again."

Grimmjow speared a dumpling with his fork. "Yeah? Wonder how that happened." But she seemed adamant about not giving him details about Rangiku's revival, so he didn't press the issue.

"They'd be pretty stupid if they threw their lives away again. You'd think someone would get pretty careful about it if they were given a second chance." He had no idea where this conversation was going. "So don't worry about 'em. Worry about..." He hesitated.

She glanced up, a little surprised at his attempts to make her feel better. If that's what he was doing, but Hinamori was pretty sure he wasn't trying to irritate or depress her, at any rate.

He was right though. She smiled slightly before asking, "worry about what?" although she almost didn't want an answer.

He was comforted by her smile. At least this meant he wasn't depressing her or anything.

"...Worry about yourself for once." He wasn't sure if it was a good thing to tell her, especially considering her penchant for insisting that others were more important. "You've got a lot in your head already without other people's problems or -- or fucking taunts getting in the way." The mere memory of Tayuya bothering Hinamori over the network was enough to irritate him.

"Oh..." Tenten had reassured her that Tayuya wouldn't bother her again but it had been the other one, Rosiel, that had forced her to question herself all over again. Nell's valiant attempt at reasoning with the angel hadn't gotten very far either. Hinamori really hadn't needed it at the time.

But she'd started to frown, just from thinking about the previous events, and she laughed nervously once more. "I guess. But you can't control other people, or ignore them." Hinamori wasn't going to ask him why, of all things, the illusion had involved her. If he wanted to tell her, he could.

"People control other people just fucking fine. I..." His brow was knit in frustration. Not good. "...don't ever want to see you dead."

He'd up and said it. Fuck. And she wouldn't be able to ignore it, either. So, to keep himself from seeing her reaction, he busied himself with eating.

That- Hinamori froze, quite unable to think of a decent response. After all, he'd said he'd kill her enough times, hadn't he? This, he was an arrancar, an Espada, sworn enemy, follower of the man who had betrayed her and left her to die. None of it made sense to her.

But at the same time, she didn't mind it that much. Moving slowly - it was bad enough she was naturally jumpy, she didn't need him to start now - she stood, crossing to the other side of the table and giving him a hug from behind. There. Hinamori couldn't see his reaction, and he couldn't see her blush. "...Thank you."

Grimmjow froze at the touch. It was definitely a good thing that she couldn't see his face because it was reddening quickly. Hesitantly, as if afraid she would disappear, the arrancar relaxed and leaned into her embrace.

"You're welcome." His kept his voice quiet, figuring that raising the volume would ruin the emotion.

She shifted slightly to rest her head on his shoulder, arms around loosely. Enough to let him push her away if he wanted. "Did Isane heal you fully already?"

It wasn't meant to be a subject change, but it sort of was, wasn't it? She couldn't shake the tall shinigami's mention of having spoken to him, though, and it seemed like the only thing she hadn't gotten an answer too that she felt fine about asking.

"Mostly. The claw wounds on my back are still there, but they're healing up. I'm surprised she even bothered to help me. But she said," he tilted his head to look at Hinamori, "that you would have been upset if she hadn't."

It was odd, this change of atmosphere, but it was also relieving. He actually felt comfortable now with her arms around him. He raised his hand to brush away the bangs hanging precariously over her eyes.

He really was getting soft. Damn.

Ah, she probably had given that impression. It didn't stop her from blushing again, though, and it only deepened as he moved her hair. Honestly.

Hinamori managed to smile slightly in response, "I'm glad she did. And that you're better," she added, moving to leave him alone and return to her seat.

It was probably better that the shinigami had returned to her seat -- after all, they were eating dinner -- but Grimmjow couldn't help feeling disappointed when she moved away. But he supposed there would be more opporunities at close contact later, so he returned to his waiting plate.

"And thank you for worrying." He guessed it was the right thing to say. Though he'd told her more than once not to worry about him, the sole fact that she did was reassuring. It meant she cared.

"That's not normally something you thank people for." But it cheered her up regardless. If he didn't mind that she was, pretty much, always worrying about something or other, it meant that he wouldn't get angry at her. Or at least, that's what she hoped it meant.

Of course, none of that really settled her close to growling stomach, so the small shinigami picked up her fork again.

"Too bad." But he was... not grinning or smirking; his expression wasn't quite that sharp. ...Smiling, maybe?

The Espada fell silent as they ate, now content with the atmosphere in the room. They could have gone on without speaking and he wouldn't complain at all.

During the silence, it hit him that he couldn't go "home" anymore, at least, not with Cobray living there. Grimmjow still felt intense hatred for the man, and he was sure that if they ran into each other, more than a room would be reduced to cinders.

"Momo," he said slowly, raising his eyes to meet hers, "is it all right if I sleep here? I ain't going back to the temple 'cause that son of a bitch want to kill me, and Aizen's place is too depressing." If she declined, he supposed he would be fine sleeping on a roof somewhere.

He - wait, what? She was so very glad she hadn't been chewing anything at that moment, and she stared back at him, caught completely off guard. Did he forget that other shinigami stayed here?

"I-" What could she say? She didn't want to turn him down simply because of Kusajishi-fukutaichou, though, but at the same time... Oh, what if Hitsugaya finally came back? Stupid, stupid, she lowered her gaze while mentally berating herself. "I guess for tonight... That's fine." He couldn't stay stay though. No one else would think kindly of the gesture, even if she wanted him to.

Now he was smirking. Her expression was just too priceless. "I'll leave before anyone notices. Hell, I'll take the couch, or somewhere close to a window, so I can jump out if anyone unexpectedly returns."

He sat back, gnawing on his fork. He knew he didn't have to worry about Nell, so he only hoped that pink-haired shinigami could sleep deeply. No one else lived there, right? "Thanks."

"N-no, it's fine, you can have my room, I don't sleep in there anyway. Kusajishi-fukutaichou said she was staying with Tenten, too, so she won't be back. I just... wasn't expecting that." Hinamori dropped her hands to her lap, fidgeting nervously. While she understood his reasons, it was still odd.

To say the least.

"I know. But I figured since I was eating here anyway, I might as well crash here too." If her little roommate was away for the night, then that was fine too. He could sleep better that way.

But then he frowned, confused. "Wait. You don't sleep in your own room?" Talk about weird.

Oh... she'd said that, hadn't she? That had been a mistake. "No... I don't. Um, I stay in Hitsugaya-kun's." She didn't bother trying to laugh or shrug it off, quite unable to come up with a reason that didn't make her seem like a little kid.

Not that she really minded if people saw it that way, simply that it was irritating when people got the wrong impression. So the dark haired shinigami fell quiet, staring at her hands in her lap.

His expression fell into one of solemn understanding. Of course. That made sense. "It helps the nightmares, doesn't it?"

In other situations he might've taken her words to mean that she slept with this Hitsugaya, at least when he was around, and he would've gotten pissed beyond reason. But Grimmjow remembered when she'd unknowingly spent the night in his room, and he supposed it was just easier for to sleep knowing she was safe.

She glanced up, surprised, confused, and blushing. She'd forgotten he knew about that. Stuttering out a small, meek, "yes" Hinamori diverted her attention down again.

The issue had never really been raised before, no one else having thought she'd still get them considering she'd woken up from the coma by herself. In fact, only Hitsugaya had known at all. Having Grimmjow know too... She found she didn't mind that much, either.

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