Chapter 4

By morning I no longer felt nauseous, be it me getting better or there was just nothing left in my stomach, but the dizziness returned ten-fold. I couldn't even look t Grimmjow when I heard him getting up.

"How you feeling?" the Handler sounded tired and I heard a pop as he stretched something.

"Just dizzy now." There was a grunt in acknowledgement, "I don't' trust myself to sit up though."

"Great."

Ignoring the other I glanced at the wall clock. I had about five minutes before the doors opened and no motivation to get moving. Instead my eyes rolled to look at Grimmjow.

He was wearing his Handler pants and a dark gray v-neck, probably what he had been wearing under his jacket. With that particular article of clothing missing I could see that he was more muscular then I originally thought.

The shirts sleeves tightly hugged his biceps and pulled across his chest finely outlining his muscles. The heavy jacket also covered up just how lean he was, he wasn't a skeleton by any means, but his build was something that could only be achieved by working out often.

Looking down the Handler caught me watching him and announced that he was going to get a shower. Not like I could really stop if or object to him using my bathroom.

While he was in the other part of the compartment I could hear grinding through the walls as the doors opened; but mine remained tightly shut.

Great I was quarantined as well.

Usually we're only locked in our rooms if we have something contagious or we're being punished for something.

I could only imagine my test subject companion's faces when they realized I was locked in here. They'll probably think I'm sick, but it I know Nnoitora well enough he'll press that I finally 'flipped my lid', as he calls it, and needed to be locked away.

"Idiot." My voice was horse and when I spoke my throat burned from being raw. "He'll probably want the whole story when I get out."

I laid on my back as the sound of running water filled my room. With my mind unoccupied by my plain surroundings my thoughts wandered towards Grimmjow.

Particularly who he had been talking to last night.

He has a whole life outside these walls that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. He had things, actual tangible things, that he picked out on his own that weren't just given to him. He probably had friends in a wide variety and not just the people he was grouped with

I envied the guy.

How could it be that I envied a person to this extent when I really knew so little about them?

"No, I hate him."

As if that was some kind of que the shower stopped and I could hear Grimmjow moving around on the other side of the door. The guy showers fast, but then again when the water's chilled it's a good way to hurry a person along.

I heard the bathroom door swing open followed by a grunt. Looking in the noises direction Grimmjow appeared irritated as he glared at the, still closed, door across from him.

Dressed in the day old uniform the Handlers hair hung over his face like a curtain with the absence of its usual styling. With my towel draped around his shoulders the picture looked off with someone so different coupled with something so familiar.

"Why the Hell is the door still shut?" Grimmjow stomped over to my dresser and grabbed his jacket.

"Because it can be."

"Still you're not a fucking animal that they can just lock up when convenient."

Though it was an odd statement, my heart jumped slightly at the words.

Why the fuck would it do that?

Oh god, now I'm talking like him. I pushed the sensation aside since it was probably just another side effect of the medicine.

"They probably think I'm sick; it's normal to be locked in your room for that."

Grimmjow stopped digging through his jacket's pockets to stare at me. "That's messed up."

I rolled my eyes and immediately regretted it as the room spun.

"Hey, why the Hell am I locked in four's compartment?" Grimmjow was speaking into his communication device. "Fine Ulquiorra's compartment. Care to explain? Yeah, so? What?! Come on! Fine just be quick; I'm starting to feel claustrophobic.

"Expecting someone?"

"Belford's on his way to give you a look over."

As Grimmjow shrugged on his jacket I couldn't help but ask about something that was bothering me. "Why do you call the old man Belford? He's your father right?"

The Handler's movement suddenly became rigid. "It's none of your concern what I call the guy."

"No need to get hostile; just a question."

Jackass.

Grinding metal filled the room as the heavy door to the hallway opened up.

The door opened to reveal Belford and a Handler with shoulder length mint green hair. His eyes were gold and looked dull, either from boredom or tiredness. I've never seen him before but the moment Grimmjow laid eyes on him he straightened up.

"Arturo, sir." Appearing to remember the towel draped across his shoulders, Grimmjow quickly ripped it off and let the fabric pile on the floor.

"Grimmjow," Even the guys voice sounded dull.

"Morning all; I hope you two slept well. Oh not, Arturo you can just wait outside I won't be long." I didn't' miss that the old man seemed rather eager to push away the green haired Handler.

Arturo merely blinked before exiting the room.

"How are you feeling Ulquiorra?"

"Crappy of course." Grimmjow mumbled before I could answer.

I glared at him. "In medical terms, I'm tired and dizzy at the moment."

Belford nodded like he understood. "Yes, that did occur in a few of out other testers. Nothing to worry about, it'll pass in a day or so."

"Good." My straight forward reply earned a chuckle from the scientist that quickly turned into a coughing fit. "You sound like you're dyeing old man."

"Nothing-Nothing to worry about. Just a caught." Belford managed to gasp out between coughs. Surprisingly Grimmjow made no move to help his father.

"So do I have to stay here again or can I actually go home tonight?" The Handlers question was both rude and inconsiderate of his father but the old man didn't appear to mind.

"Does Ulquiorra look like he can function on his own?" There was a pause like the scientist expected an answer but received only a glare. "One more night sleeping on the floor won't kill you."

"Yeah, but it could kill my relationship. Ichigo nearly blew a fuse when I told him I wasn't coming home yesterday!"

Wait, him? Isn't Ichigo a girl's name?

"Your boyfriend can go another night without you."

"Like Hell he can. Ichigo didn't want me to take this job to begin with and now I keep blowing him off for it!"

I'm not sure how relationships go but that didn't sound good.

"You accepted the job, you can't just decide what parts of it don't work out for you." The old man finished by coughing.

"Is there a problem Dr. Belford?" Arturo stepped into the door way with a meaningful glare at Grimmjow.

"No, it's all fine. Thank you for being so patient with me; I'm really to leave now. Ulquiorra just power through this and it'll be over soon.

As the old man left I noticed that Arturo's gaze was now on me and it lingered past what I was comfortable with before he turned and followed the scientist.

When I was sure they were out of ear shot I interrupted Grimmjow's silent fuming. "I've never seen that Handler before; who is he?"

"Captain Arturo. He was hired with us and we have to report to him for everything we fucking do." The blue hared man spat. "Fucker's like a living security camera breathing down my neck all the time."

There was a pause, as if he was considering something, before Grimmjow spoke again. "There's something strange about him, like he looks like us but he could be from a different planet for all I know. Try to stay off his radar."

Thinking back to his gaze I felt that I was already on it.

"Why? Is something wrong with him?" I sat up and pushed my back against the beds headboard so I could sit up.

"Like I said; I don't know." Grimmjow sat on the bottom of my bed. "He just feels dangerous."

I don't get how a person could 'feel dangerous' but I didn't push it. The Handler looked like he was agitated.

"Fuck it." He pulled out his communication device again. "If Ichigo kills me at least I'll be away from the place for good; no offense."

"Do you think I want to be here?"

He ignored me, bringing the device to his ear and waiting. It actually surprised me that he didn't go into the hallway again.

"Hey Itch. Yeah, still at work. Um, listen I need to stay overnight again." I couldn't really hear the person on the other side of the call but the sound of a heavy sigh managed to slip out. "I now it's not ideal babe but I got to do it. I'm really sorry."

Though I've only known him a short amount o time, never had I heard Grimmjow sound so unguarded. Usually his voice was rough and full of profanities but now he just sounded worn out.

"Just think of all the over time I'm getting, we'll use it to go on a vacation or something." The Handler shook his head at something the other said. "This was the best job I could get and you know that. We could use the money and once my guy feels better I'll be free to leave."

After a few more exchanges Grimmjow ended the conversation; and I nearly thought I miss heard him. "Yeah, love you too. Bye."

Having hung up the blue haired mane just stared at the floor.

"What does it feel like?"

"Are you delirious now?"

"…No," he kept staring at his hands. "What does love feel like?"

"You gotta be shitting me." Grimmjow ran his hand down his face. "Are you making fun of me or just that sheltered?"

I blinked, contemplating that. "I don't think so, I don't believe I've ever felt it before so I was curious."

Grimmjow seemed to contemplate a return remark as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know if it can be explained. When Itch and I got together; can't believe I'm telling you this. When we first got together we spent all the time together that we could. But with this job and all the fights we've been having I don't know if I want to go see him at the moment."

That didn't answer my question but I got the content a bit. "So you really are enjoying being here?"

"Yeah, in a way I guess."

What? I'm not dead!
Hey how everyone's summer going? So here's what happened I'm in college right now. Yup college. You can thank them for me getting this chapter out as I sit the two hours between my classes in the commons.

Don't really have anything witty to say other than thank you all for putting up with my random and far between updates so till next time people.

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