Feral Possession

Beneath My Skin

  It was getting dark by the time I pulled into the driveway. All of the paperwork, all of the questions, it took forever just to get out of that building. Unlocking the front door, I walked into the dark house and heard claws clicking my way.

  "Hey, Dagur." I smiled down at the dog wildly wagging his tail. Taking my shoes off, I had to lean back when Dagur shoved his nose in my face to sniff at me. Going through the house with the dog at my heels, I opened the back door to let him out.

  Glancing around, I noticed I had yet to see the demon. He hadn't been watching TV in the living room, wasn't snacking in the kitchen, and he wasn't in the yard either.

  "I'm home!" I called out in the dark house, but silence was the only answer. The longer the quiet dragged out, the more worried I became. Was Grimmjow hiding because he fucked shit up, or was he just being moody about me leaving without him?

  Checking the office, I saw he wasn't there either, and went to the basement. It was also empty, so I moved upstairs. The stairs softly creaked, and I saw that my bedroom door was closed. Opening the door, nothing was really out of place except for the blankets and pillows on my bed being tossed around.

  "Where the Hell is he?" I mumbled under my breath with my brows furrowed. I was about to look elsewhere, but a head bumped against mine from behind. Soft, warm breath hit the back of my neck, and I turned to see Grimmjow.

  He was in his human form with his hands shoved into his sweatpants pockets. He didn't look angry or upset, so I didn't know why he hadn't come out before now.

  "What's for dinner?" Grimmjow asked while looking down at me.

  "I honestly don't feel like cooking." Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. "How's pizza sound?"

  "'S good."

  "Cool. Did you have a bad dream?"

  "....What?" His brows furrowed.

  "My bed. I assumed you took a nap and wallered all over it." I pointed over my shoulder.

  "Oh. No. Couldn't get comfortable."

  "Oh, okay. So, what do you want for toppings?" I questioned while going down the hall with Grimmjow trailing after me.

  "Chicken."

  "Of course." I scoffed. "Wanna get some root beer too?"

  "Yeah." He replied, and I closed the back door after Dagur came back in.

  "All right. I'll order, then take a shower. You wanna find a movie to watch?"

  "Sure." Grimmjow bumped his head against mine again before heading to the living room. I didn't know why, but he'd been doing that quite a bit lately. I wasn't sure if the gentle headbutting was an Arrancar thing or feline. But with the power of the internet, I could look it up to see if it was a feline thing.

  That could wait, though. Food first.

~

  Sitting on the couch next to the demon, we were pigging out on pizza as the movie played on the TV. I still wasn't sure why Grimmjow chose to be in his human form, but by now I knew sometimes he just did things on a whim.

  Dagur was curled up on the cushion on the other side of Grimmjow, and the pizza box was halfway on the demon's lap and halfway on mine. By the time it was gone, the movie was nearing its end.

  "....What happened at the Soul Society?"

  "Uh, not much. Filled paperwork, got the third degree, and someone didn't believe my name was Wynter no matter how many times I said it was."