Chapter One:

The weight of the unconscious man seemed to have grown heavier with each step of the walk home. It was only when she swung open the door of the house that she felt relieved. As hastily as she could she carried her and the man up the stairs to her room. There she plopped the unconscious man onto her bed and breathed.

"Your really heavy you know that?" She said sitting down and resting her back against the bed. There was no response, just the little heavy breathes that signified her hard work. As much as she liked to make people think she was heartless it wasn't completely true. She couldn't just leave a man to die right in front of her. So she brought him home, hopefully she could fix him up and send him on his way before anyone else noticed.

"Now you stay right there," She said, "I'm just going to get some bandages and other medical crap." She went silently back down the stairs and came up only a moment later with a first aid kit. Only problem was she really didn't know what she was doing.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" This caused her to wake up as well hitting her head against the wall she had slept against.

"Ow!"

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"

"shut up!"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"I said shut up! If you're too loud-"
"I WON'T FUCKING SHUT UP UNTIL I KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON!"

"I'll tell you, but you have to stop Fuckin yelling! No one knows you're here yet and I doubt that they would want to wake up to you saying fuck as every other word." She hissed these words which seemed to shock the man greatly though he didn't show that much of it. He had fair skin, wicked eyes surrounded by some teal eye shadow cat eye things, but the most stunning thing was his hair. His electric blue, spiky hair. Which she had to admit looked pretty kick ass.

"Okay so you're in my house in blah blah"

"Where the hell is that?"

"Japan you dumbass!" He glared at her, "Secondly I'm Nala. No last name just Nala. Don't ask why because I won't answer. Then finally last night I found you in the park while I was walking. You were unconscious and bleeding to death so I dragged you to my house and just cleaned and bandaged you up." With this he looked down and at the bandage job on his chest. To be honest she thought she did pretty good especially for someone who had no medical training. But, he obviously knew better.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"What is it this time?"

" YOU CALL THIS A BANDAGING! I BET A HOLLOW COULD DO BETTER THAN THIS!"

"A hollow?" This confused her. "What the hell is a hollow?" But the man ignored her and continued to rave about the bandaging.

"I MEAN COME ON! A HOLLOW WOULD TRY TO KILL ME FIRST BUT IF IT DID BANDAGE ME-"

"OKAY! I'll redo it; your wounds need to be cleaned anyways. Just shut up!" God how easily this man was getting on her nerves. She pulled the first aid kit out from under her bed and grabbed out the disinfectant spray, fresh bandages, and a rag to clean up any more blood that might just shed itself in that incident.

"Go sit on that stool and take of your jacket vest thing."

"No."

"What? If I don't do this then your wounds will be infected!"

"Listen my wounds are fine by now trust me."

"Yeah and I'm a royal princess, now take your jacket vest thingy!"

"No!"

"Take it off or I'll force it off!"

"Oh please I could kill you with just a snap of my fingers."

" Not if I break them first."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Like hell I am, now take off that jacket thingy!" There was a long moment of silence where they glared at each other.

"No." He responded. She snapped and with one of her so called "battle cries" She tackled him, wrestled him, ripped off the jacket thingy (literally), then stood triumphantly with the torn cloth in her hands.

"Now sit on the stool." This time he obeyed. He swore that he was stronger than this. Then it hit him.

"How come you can see me?" She looked at him with eyes that said, 'I'm not blind so you must be stupid.'

"What are you supposed to be a ghost or something?" He smiled wickedly towards her trying to be a little frightening.

"Kind of." She made of sound and face of annoyance.

"Some ghost, I mean what type of ghost gets deadly injuries? Especially when they're already dead."

"I told you that my injuries will be healed by now." He said smugly.

"I'll have the last say about that one." She quickly unwrapped the bandages and surveyed.

"What did I tell ya?" He said all knowingly getting up from the stool, only to have her shove him back onto it.

"I'll tell you what you told me. A bunch of bull shit."

"What?"

"Yeah your wounds are just as bad as last night. Scratch that they're actually a little bit worse. So stay still this might hurt a lot." She didn't wait for a response and sprayed the disinfectant onto his wound.

"!" The scream rumbled the house. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me?"

"It's called helping. Now shut up and-" She heard a pair of heavy footsteps marching up the stairs angrily. "oh shit." She said looking around hurriedly spotting her closet. She grabbed the man by the arm and pushed him into the closet. "For once today just shut the fuck up!" and she quickly closed the door, disheveled her hair and got into her bed just as the door swung open.

She didn't need her eyes open to see what was going on. There he stood the monstrous Dragon Dave as she called him. The typical balding man complete with mustache and Buddha belly, wearing his stained white tank shirt and pajama pants. Scented with his mixture of cigarettes and a night at the bar. His breath flared out of his nose like a bull and his feet rumbled the house more than that mans scream. She kept perfectly still making her disguising her normal breathe for that of sleep. She felt his face only an inch away from hers. His nose flared against her face, causing her hair to push against her face. For a long moment it was like this. She kept perfectly still as Dragon Dave breathed upon her as if he knew she was faking. Then he angrily left. Slamming the door behind him.

She waited for the footsteps to go completely down the stairs before daring to move again. She sighed relieved. Then opened her eyes. The man had already quietly creeped out of her closet looking at her confused.

"Who was that?" She sat up.

"That was Dragon Dave."

"Who?"

"In other words my daddy." She nearly hissed the last word through her teeth.

"Wow he doesn't seem like the fatherly type."

"Trust me he isn't, now just go sit back on the stool so I can finish disinfecting your wounds, and this time, don't scream." She looked at him with the utmost seriousness. "Dave isn't an idiot and he will know something is up if he has to come up again." The man glared at her and nodded. He sat back down on the stool.

"So now that you know a whole shit lot about me could you at least tell me your name?" She said starting to spray again.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He said as he winced with pain.

"Cool name." She sprayed again.

"ow!"

"I told you it would probably hurt quite a bit. Now stop complaining" There was an occasional "ow!" from Grimmjow as Nala quickly disinfected his wounds. He had a large, deep gash in his back. From what? Nala had no clue. The rest of the wounds seemed pretty minor after that though. A shallow cut to his shoulder, and a barley visible one on his forehead. Afterwards she dressed his wound on his back and large band-aids on the others.

"There! We are now finished!" She was happy with her work and Grimmjow had agreed that her bandaging was a whole lot better.

"NALA!" She heard the dragon roar from downstairs. She looked at the clock by her bed. 9:30 a.m..

"Shit! I'm late making breakfast!" She grabbed a pair of random clothes from her drawers and changed into them in her closet. She put her hair in a sloppy ponytail and quickly rushed down the stairs. Then rushed right back up.

"Stay out of sight for now okay, just hide in the closet or something until I come back up with breakfast."

"NALA!" Then she rushed down the stairs again. Grimmjow didn't want to spend his time in a closet so he just shut the door and flopped on the bed. Arms behind head and eyes on the ceiling. That lasted a whole thirty seconds before he sighed thinking, 'This is so boring' and got up again. He explored her room playing with various interesting objects. Not much looked familiar to him. He passed a small mirror which caught his eye. He smiled wickedly to the mirror his pride becoming like that of a peacock. The smile didn't last half a second though. He looked into the mirror shocked, his hand reaching up to touch his right cheek.

"Oh hell no. . . " said to himself. 'I'm a fucking human!'

Chapter two: