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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

"As long as it helps, I guess." He wanted to offer her the option of having him stay with her if it helped her sleep better, but he didn't want her to interpret it the wrong way. It was enough that she was letting him stay for the night, so if she wanted the company, she'd have to ask. Or just crawl into the bed silently, whichever she preferred. He wouldn't mind.

The arrancar looked down at his plate. It was empty now, and he didn't feel like helping himself to seconds.

"I know it's stupid but he's always... He's always been able to do that. Calm me, I mean." She didn't dare mention that she missed him too, not right now. Instead, she contented herself with clearing the plates, standing to do so and moving carefully around the table to gather them all.

Talking about Hitsugaya would probably only irritate Grimmjow, and sadden her, so as she cleared Hinamori tried to think of something else to talk about.

Deciding that a guest had to help the host clean up, Grimmjow stood and wandered into the kitchen to deposit his plate in the sink. While generally irritated at the mere mention of Hinamori's male friends, the arrancar was too much in a good mood to really comment on them, and he was grateful that she hadn't said more than necessary.

But they still needed a change of topic, and fast. "You know, this kinda thing ain't bad." The words were out of his mouth before he could think. "Dinner, I mean. Next time should be my treat, I guess."

"You can cook?" She chuckled, still somewhat nervous, as she followed with the rest of the dishes, ushering him out of the way so she could start cleaning them. "I didn't think you were the sort."

Hinamori glanced over her shoulder at him while waiting for the sink to fill, thinking about it. He hadn't really seemed the sort for much, but he'd already proved her wrong on more than one occasion. Still... The small girl doubted that cooking was a strong point with any arrancar, given Nell's attempts.

He laughed at the very thought. "I can't cook to save my fucking life. Probably a bad thing, too." He leaned backwards against the kitchen counter, resting his elbows on the top. "I was talkin' about eating out. We've been to the café, but there are other places too."

It was odd, discussing something so ordinary such as where to eat and whether he could cook or not, but it was bringing a smile to her face.

She wasn't at all surprised at his response, but hers did make her wonder. "I could teach you, if you wanted. Unless you prefer going out," she added, slipping the sleeves of her robes up as she started cleaning the dishes.

"There are enough places to go though, I guess."

Well, as long as she was willing to teach him. "Sure, why not. It'd come in handy, and I get to spend time with you." He smirked and folded his arms across his chest. "Going out too much would get boring, anyway."

His gaze wandered down to the sink quickly filling with soap suds. Moving to stand beside her, he rolled up his jacket sleeves and nudged her slightly. "Scoot over a little, let me help."

She blushed - of course - at his first comment. But she had offered, and she wouldn't take it back. It couldn't be any worse than helping Nell, anyway.

At the nudge though, she shook her head. "It's fine, you don't have to. It's just dishes."

"No. I'm serious."

He reached into the sink as if to pick up a dish... then flicked his hand up, lightly splashing water at Hinamori's face. His own cracked into another grin.

Hinamori drew back on instinct, inadvertently splashing Grimmjow as she did so, - amused - frown slipping into place and - mock - irritation in her voice.

"That's not helping, stupid."

Though she was acting annoyed, he knew a water fight was little to get mad over. Retaliating, even by accident, didn't help her protest.

"I try my hardest," he replied blithely, splashing her again for good measure. He would be sure to duck if she tried to fight back.

She squeaked, far too much distance between her and the sink to properly get revenge for it this time, even if the first had been an accident. At least Nell wasn't here to help him this time.

"Stop it!" Soaked robes were not fun.

He laughed in that particular way again. It wasn't derisive or malicious, just... amused.

"All right, all right," he conceded, turning back to the sink and finally picking up a dish to wash it. Then he added with a grin tossed at her, "Fucking killjoy."

Log; completed

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)