♥~Kidnapped By The Kitty Kat~♥ (Grimmjow Love) Chapter Four: Don't Touch The Gloves

~Recap~

Gin put Nami on Grimmjow’s bed while he was asleep after he fixed up her head. Ichigo and Mayuri are going to go research how to get into Hueco Mundo. Yay!! I don’t think I’mma go into Ichigo’s POV for this one since she’s doing all that research. So Nami will start this one.


~Story Start~


I yawned quietly as I felt myself hit consciousness, which, as a matter of fact, was weird because I didn’t remember going to sleep yesterday. The last thing I remembered was Grimmjow yanking me off his back and me… oooohhhhh that’s right. I hit my head on the floor. Well… that still didn’t explain how I got back into a room, covered up beneath covers, nice and warm.


Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, my gaze staring directly at the couch that I had woke up on the first time I’d ever entered Grimmjow’s room. I frowned, trying to remember if I was supposed to be on the bed. I glanced around the rest of the room, my search ending as I spotted an arm wrapped around my waist.


What the…? I thought to myself, narrowing my eyes, still too groggy to comprehend anything. I moved my left hand down to where the arm was and poked it gently, watching as the fingers on it twitched a little bit.


Turning over was a bit harder then I’d expected as the tight grip around me tightened even more to get me to stay still. But, when I’d finally done it, I was face to face with Grimmjow, the blue haired boy snoring quietly. I smiled a little bit, trying to pull his arm off of me but failing in the attempt. I scooted down so that I wasn’t right in his face when he woke up, setting my forehead on his chest and closing my eyes again. I didn’t go back to sleep, just daydreamed as I waited for him to let me go or wake up.


It felt like hours later that the light from outside finally phased him, his eyes squeezing together as he tried to block it out. I held back a giggle as he blinked his eyes open, glancing down at the top of my head. I expected him roll me off the bed but he just sighed, poking the top of my head.


“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked.


“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice muffled as I spoke into his chest.


“You know what I fucking mean, why are you so close to me like that?”


I sighed, lifting my head and staring at him. “This isn’t my fault. Blame yourself; you’re the one who put your arm around me when you were sleeping. I tried to get away but you wouldn’t let go.”


“You could have just woke me up.” He muttered, pushing me off the bed and onto the floor.


“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I growled as I stood up and rubbed where I had hit when I’d fallen (my ass). “You looked peaceful.”


“Yeah, I was having a good dream.” Grimmjow sighed, not even bothering to sound angry this morning.


“Oh that’s new; I didn’t think arrancar could dream.” I yawned, stretching a little bit before realizing what I was wearing. I was in a tank top that didn’t actually fit, it kind of just stopped right beneath my belly button and I wasn’t even wearing anything over my underwear. I squealed and raced to the closet, hiding inside of it and getting dressed.


“Yeah, I didn’t either.” Grimmjow smirked at me when I came out, “You looked better with your pajamas on.”


“Shut the fuck up.” I growled, blushing a little bit and hiding my face behind my hair. “What was your dream about anyways?”


“Not sure,” He had a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s the first time I’ve actually dreamed anything.”


“There’s a saying,” I started as I hopped back up on the foot of the bed. “If you fall asleep with someone by your side, you’ll have a good dream. Well, it went something like that anyways.”


“Who the hell ever said that?” Grimmjow asked skeptically trying to kick me off the bed again.


“I don’t know, some author or something. Someone who wrote a book,” I shrug and slide up beside him, on the side against the wall. I pushed him off this time, covering up with the covers as he made a loud thump.


“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yelled at me, jumping back up and grabbing me by my arm since I didn’t have an actual shirt for him to grab. “DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!”


“I already told you,” I narrowed my eyes at him as I spoke calmly. “The main thing I WANT to do right now is die.”


“And I already told you, you’re stupid.” He growled back, obviously hating my calm stature. “Now stop trying to make me kill you.”


“Why?” I asked simply. “I’m sure you would be happy to be rid of me.”


Grimmjow faltered in his next attempt to say anything, setting my arm down and sitting back, looking at me with uncertainty. I cocked my head a bit, frowning. “Well? Wouldn’t you?”


“N—” He started and then glared at me, “Yes, I would love to get rid of you. I just can’t, Aizen’s orders.”


I stared at him, green eyes filled with curiosity. “What were you going to say? When you cut yourself off I mean,” I corrected myself.


“I wasn’t going to say anything,” He growled, looking off at another wall. When he looked back to see me smiling, he asked, “Why the hell are you smiling so much? Yesterday I only saw you smile once. What the hell is your problem?”


I clenched my teeth at his language but rolled my eyes and said, “A smile confuses an approaching smile.”


“Where the hell have you heard that?” Grimmjow asked, frowning at me. “You sure as hell didn’t confuse my frown.”


“No, but I confused you.” I raised my eyebrows, pulling my legs up to my chest and hugging them. “Didn’t I?”


Grimmjow scoffed, “Fine, you’ve made your point.” He stared over at the wall again and I wiped my smile away, letting my unhappy pout return to my face. I was surprised that he couldn’t see past my fake smile to the pain that shone brightly in the depths of my eyes.


I sighed and scooted towards the edge of the bed, hanging my legs down and kind of kicking them as I tried to reach the ground from two feet above it. Grimmjow ignored me and stretched out behind me, staring up at the ceiling. I sat there until I heard him go back to sleep, hopping down silently and leaping up to the window high above the floor. I stared out of it, hugging my knees again and letting the tears slip out silently. I stared out of the window and before long; I hid my face in my knees as sobs started escaping my lips. I had to bite my lip as I glanced back out the window at my reflection. I jumped, though, when I saw Grimmjow’s reflection sitting across from mine. When I jumped, I fell, landing on my back again and cringing as pain spread through me.


“Damnit!” I hissed, lifting my back off the ground as I tried to relieve myself of the pain. “What the hell did you pop up there for?”


Grimmjow was next to me again, frowning down at me curiously as I glared at him through slitted eye lids. “You were crying.”


Although it wasn’t a question, I could still hear the question rising in his throat. “No, I’m crying now though. Damn, that fucking hurt.” I sat up and rubbed my back, feeling my spine to check if my bones were okay.


“No, you were crying before you fell,” He murmured, pulling me off the floor and sitting me on his bed again. “Why?”


“What’s it matter to you?” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest and looking away, towards his closet.


“It doesn’t,” He paused before saying it. “I just need something to do to pass the time.”


My gaze swept back to him, my cheeks heating up slightly as the embarrassment hit me at letting him see me cry. “I already told you last night on the roof. I want to go home. And I’m not meant for killing, I’m meant for healing.”


“Healing? How are you meant for healing?” He did sound sincerely curious as he asked it, his face in a deep frown.


Cautiously, I got off the bed and grabbed my zanpakuto away from the wall, unsheathing it gently. I smiled softly as he stiffened, ready to catch any attack I sent at him. Gently, I sliced my wrist open, letting the blood flow out a bit before I cleared my throat and said, “Sing, Angel.”


I flinched as I felt the wound start bleeding nonstop. Quickly I lifted the harp a little, trying to hold it in one hand but failing as it fell to the floor. “Damn, should’ve cut my leg instead. Here,” I handed the harp to Grimmjow carefully, “Hold that please.”


He didn’t protest as I started pulling at the strings with my uncut hand, holding the one that was losing feeling up so he could see what the music was doing. I had my eyes closed as I felt the cut tingle and seal itself up with the help of my music. Hissing a bit when it was finished, I dropped to the floor and held my wrist gently, clenching my teeth as he just sat there with awe.


“How—” I cut him off by answering him before the question was even out in the open, “It’s my zanpakuto’s ability. Angel is a healing zanpakuto, which is why I’m in Division 4. We’re considered the lowest Division because we prefer not to fight and, instead, we heal.”


“But you told me that you fight Kenpachi or whatever. How the hell are you supposed to fight with a harp?” Grimmjow asked, a little demanding.


“I don’t fight with the damn harp,” I growled, glancing at the blood I’d spilled on the floor. Standing up slowly, I grabbed a shirt out of the closet that didn’t have my blood on it and turned around so that Grimmjow couldn’t see me. I changed into the new shirt as I spoke, “It’s a secret. I’m not going to let any of you damn arrancar know anything else about my zanpakuto.”


“That’s not fair!” Grimmjow exclaimed, trying to turn me around as I finished putting the new shirt on. I yanked out of his grasp and wiped the blood off the floor with the old one. I didn’t answer for a while as I tried to get rid of the crimson stains that were trying to set into the floor.


“Yeah,” I sighed once I’d finished. “It’s not fair. But neither is being kidnapped either. I don’t get why Aizen has so much interest in me. My reiatsu is no higher then Zilo’s.”


“What about those gloves and the ring and the patch?” Grimmjow reached down for my hand, trying to yank the glove off. Before he could touch me, though, I grabbed his wrist and threw him into the wall.


“Don’t touch them!” I breathed, my eyes wide and fearful. I tried to calm myself down but as he reached out for it again I jumped back as far as I could until I hit the wall. When he cornered me, I was breathing fast, trying to find a way out. “Please… don’t touch them.”


“Oh no, just go ahead and rip them off,” Angel laughed darkly inside my head. “Go ahead and see what she’ll do when you do.”


I let out a sharp cry as he pinned my hands to the wall with one of his hands. I waited for his other hand to yank the gloves off but the sound of the door sliding open stopped him, making him turn around just enough to see the one who came in. “What do you want, Gin?”


“Don’t tell me you two are being naughty?” Gin’s accent asked, his face hidden from me by Grimmjow. “And I assumed you two hated each other.”


“Nothing’s going on Gin; she’s just pissing me off.” Grimmjow growled, keeping me hidden still.


“Well, if you’re that upset with her, why don’t you return her to her room? The chains have been fixed now.” As Gin said that, I whimpered, pushing myself back against the wall and silently begging Grimmjow not to go with it.


“Personally, it would be a lot easier to do that.” Grimmjow muttered, his grip loosening on my wrists and letting me slide down the wall some. “But, she’s afraid of the dark.”


I looked up at him in surprise, blinking as he glanced down at me with a shut-the-fuck-up look, before I took a glance at Gin. The silver haired fox was laughing a little bit, “And you care about that?”


“Yeah, I do.” Grimmjow spat, “I don’t want to have to listen to her screams like before. She was annoying the fuck out of me.”


“Hm…” Gin stopped smiling, actually frowning for a moment. “Well, do what you want with her. Just don’t kill her.”


“Like I would do that,” The blue haired man growled at Gin as he watched the door slide shut again. He turned his cold gaze back to me and glared at me, daring me to say something.


I took him up on that challenge and swallowed as I asked, “How did you know?”


“You were freaking out about it last night. You’d wake up every now and then and start crying.” He tightened his grip on my wrists again and pulled me back up the wall. “You wouldn’t shut up.”


“Heheh,” I chuckled nervously, glancing up at his hand as it inched closer to the gloves again. My breathing picked up again, my heart hammering in my chest as I wriggled around, trying to get away again. I felt like crying as he touched the glove, slowly pulling it off. He gasped when he got it off, feeling the surge in my reiatsu and stumbling as he tried to keep his balance. I tried again, “Please stop. If you take the other one off, I won’t be able to control myself.”


He frowned at me for a moment, pausing and pulling his hand away from the second glove. He let me go, dropping me onto the floor and throwing the glove at me. I watched him lay back down on his bed, sighing as he closed his eyes. It took me a moment to put the glove back on, Angel begging me to take the other one off and really freak him out. After I’d put it on, I broke down again, sobbing silently into knees as they pulled up to my chest again.


~Later~


“Nami,” Grimmjow called from his bed. “Nami… hey woman!!”


I hadn’t realized he’d been talking to me until he called me woman. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow expectantly. He frowned, “Have you eaten anything today?”


“No? Why do you care?”


“I already told you that I don’t! It’s your damn stomach, fucking growling every five seconds.” He looked away from me, glaring at the wall with that same pissed off look he used all the time.


“Has it? I didn’t even notice,” I laughed a little, sounding a bit hysterical. “I guess I am a little hungry. I haven’t eaten since I left… that room.”


“Yeah, okay.” Grimmjow sighed, “Come on, since you won’t get up on your own so I might as well take you.”


I blinked at him in surprise and stood up slowly, wincing as my stiff muscles started acting up. I trudged over to the door, waiting for him before opening the door and walked beside him on the way to the kitchen. I stayed silent, which I knew bothered him a little bit because he kept sending me aggravated looks.


Once we reached the kitchen, I found a box of curry and fixed it, grabbing a bowl for myself and leaving one out in case Grimmjow were hungry. When I sat down, he sat down on my other side, setting his head on his hand and putting a bored expression on his face.


“Are you not hungry?” I asked gently after a while, taking small bites.


“I don’t eat that shit,” He muttered. “It’s disgusting.”


“You’ve never even tried it, have you?” I smiled gently, pointing at the hole in his abdomen. “Can you even eat anything? Or does it fall out right after it goes down to your stomach?”


Grimmjow rolled his eyes but leapt back as I stuck my hand through him, toppling over in his chair. He grabbed onto my arm and I squealed, falling with him. I flopped down over his chest, my fingers going into his mouth on accident. He bit down and I yelped, trying to pull my fingers away as I sat up and yanked backwards.


“Let go!” I cried, toppling over when his mouth opened, holding my hand and sending daggers at him with my eyes. “Why the hell did you do that?!”


“You put them in my damn mouth, what else was I supposed to do?!” Grimmjow yelled back, sitting up and glaring back at me.


“It wasn’t my fault; you grabbed onto me and pulled me down!” I growled angrily, standing up and trying to step over him. He grabbed onto my leg and I tripped again, my arms held out in front of me as I hit the floor again. He grabbed my arm and yanked me into his lap.


“That was grabbing you,” He muttered. “I didn’t mean to grab you the first time.”


I grunted, hiding my face as I felt my cheeks burn while I sat in his lap. When I heard someone coming down the hall, I flew out of his lap and set the chairs back up, returning to my seat and filling my mouth with more curry.


Grimmjow growled and stood up, glaring at the person who came in with cold blue eyes. “What are you doing in here, Ulquiarro?”


“I should be asking you the same,” the emotionless voice of Ulquiarro didn’t surprise me one bit. Of course he would be the one to enter at a time like that. (Although, I had half expected it to be Gin.)


“Feeding the woman,” Grimmjow growled. “She was hungry.”


I held back a smile as I put more curry in my mouth, finishing the bowl and standing up to return to the stove. I waited for Ulquiarro to say something else but I didn’t hear anything except for his footsteps leaving the room. Turning around to look at Grimmjow, I gave him a puzzled look. “What was that about?”


“How the fuck should I know?” He growled at me as he came closer. He opened his mouth to say something else but I shoved some of the curry into his mouth, leaping away as he spit it out. “What the fuck!! That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted!!”


“Of course,” I chuckled, holding still as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the kitchen, not even bothering to try and walk as I slid along the floor. He pulled me along back to his room, dumping me on the floor after he shut the door and sat down on his bed.


“You’re so annoying,” He murmured, watching me as I leapt back onto the windowsill.


“Yeah, you’ve told me,” I sighed, closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep without falling. I leaned by head on the window gently and sighed, staring down at the ground far below me outside of the window.


“Why do you like it up here?” Grimmjow asked me, scaring me when I found him sitting in front of me again. I nearly toppled over but he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me up instead.


“I don’t know,” I smiled a little bit before putting my sad face on and staring out the window again. “I guess… just because it’s so pretty. It may just be a bunch of sand and stuff, but it’s different from my usual surroundings.”


“Which is?” He asked.


“Trees, grass, my room,” I listed as I glanced back at him. “Sometimes, I’ll find myself thinking how nice it would be if I were a bird or some other animal, be part of the beauty of nature.”


“Why? You’re already beautif—” He stopped himself again, making me giggle a little bit. And as he corrected himself, I shrugged, “Why?”


“I don’t know.” I sighed, “I just feel that way. The birds are free to fly where they want. The other animals can do as they wish… but people have set restrictions for everyone and make sure that no one has freedom. Trees, they grow where they please unless someone cuts them down. I just wish… that I could be that free.”


Grimmjow chuckled, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him gently, somehow managing not to fall off. He hugged me, surprising me enough that I blushed again. I hid my face from him, feeling my tears come back.


“You’re such a baby, you know that?” He asked, his voice harsh.


I scoffed, pulling back and staring at him, “Coming from the cat with no emotions.”


“I have emotions!” He growled. “I just don’t like to show them.”


“Oh, of course,” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself farther away from him so that I could put my back against my side of the window sill again. I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced back out the window, sighing as I stared up at the dark sky. Shuddering, I leapt down, landing neatly on my feet. I moved to a lamp that I hadn’t seen before and flipped it on, sitting down on the floor beneath it, closing my eyes. As I sat there, I fell asleep again, holding my legs tightly.


~End~


Most of her POVs end up with her falling asleep. But, I do hope that you enjoyed it. I didn’t really wake up until four this afternoon. And this is a lot longer than the other stories so far, I just really got into it. Ichigo will NOT be in the next few because I don’t really know what to do with her. I’m just going to work on Grimm Kitty and Nami falling in love. Okie, I’ll publish another in a bit.