Little Things

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I am back, bitchez! Seriously, I've been getting a bit of writer's block but I'm workin' on it. I'm sorry for the delay...when it comes to all my stuff. I think I got back to my 'dark' hole a bit in 'The Game' but I'm trying to keep myself out of that place. Enjoy.

~Kitty

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Sexta

"I wonder why they call you 'Sexta'." I wondered aloud. Grimmjow shot me a look, as if to say "Are you fuckin' stupid or something?" Then again, he probably didn't want to answer my question. "It's my rank, what's to wonder?" he growled after a moment of silence. "Well…" I replied. "It's just that they're using the female equivalent." Grimmjow scowled at me. "It's a bit weird."

Español

"Ne, Grimmjow, ¿Tú hablas español?" Grimmjow turned to her as if he were considering something very seriously. "Si…¿Porque?" She could not contain the squeal that freed itself from her mouth and launched herself at him, latching onto his waist. "¡Aye! Me gusta cuando tú hablas en español, es muy sexy." Grimmjow grit his teeth and quirked a brow at the little woman holding onto him. "Brat…¿Quién te enseñó?" The girl stared up at him and smiled. "Mi amigo, Sado y yo tomé clases en la escuela. Estoy contenta de haberlo hecho."

Heaven or Hell?

"Hey Grimm?" I asked softly from my place lying across his chest in the bed. "Do you think you'll go to Heaven or Hell?" Grimmjow snorted and flicked one of my star-shaped earrings with his index finger. I hated when he did that. "Hell," He responded with a malicious grin. I mulled over his answer for a moment before responding. "Then, I think I'd rather come with you."

Moves Like Jagger

I could hear a noise coming through the closed door of my quarters. It was muffled well by the heavy door but it sounded a lot like…whistling. I knew I probably should have ignored it but my goddamned curiosity got the best of me. Against my better judgment, I opened the door. I was greeted by the sight of the Brat bouncing to an odd beat with her back to the door and her fists planted firmly on her hips. Suddenly, she turned around.

Just shoot for the stars

If it feels right

And aim for my heart

If you feel like

And take me away and make it OK

I swear I'll behave

I froze in shock and the little imp had the never to wink at me.

You wanted control

So we waited

I put on a show

Now I make it

You say I'm a kid

My ego is big

I don't give a shit

And it goes like this

The beat changed and with a mouth full of cotton, I watched her proceed slowly towards me, singing along with the chorus.

Take me by the tongue

And I'll know you

Kiss me 'til you're drunk

And I'll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger~

She reached me and I was forced to clench my teeth as she slid her palm across my collarbone and shoulders.

I don't need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I'll own you

With the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger~

The Game

I've got blood on my fingers and nails in my skin. Kissing like this…after a battle…I think I'm going to die...or swoon or...something. I giggle and manage to slip away from him. It's my own form of escape, neither shun-po nor sonido. It was something all my own, shooting down the long white halls, shrieking with laughter. "Brat!" he snarls after me. It's not long before he's snatched me up again and spun me into another wall, caging me. Quickly, I scramble up his body, my legs wrapping tightly around his torso and my face hovering inches above his own. Our lips barely even brush one another's. "Let's play a game." I whisper. His laughter chills me.

Curtains & Drapes

"Hey Grimm," she called softly from her place across the Sexta's lap. He grunted in acknowledgement but otherwise remained motionless on the bed. "You know Ichigo's hair color, right?" she inquired. Grimmjow snorted and raises a sharp brow. "What about it?" he sneered. "Well, he always got into so much trouble because of it. Ya know, stupid people thinking he was some type of hoodlum…" Grimmjow glared at the girl when he sentence trailed off and bared his teeth when the silence stretched on. "Get to the fucking point." She giggled before continuing. "Well, anyway, I just wanted to know…" she sang mischievously before hooking her index finger into the sash of his hakama. "Do the curtains match the drapes?"

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Review please; advice is appreciated but NO FLAMES.

Sexta: Don't you ever wonder why it's 'Sexta' and not 'Sexto'?

Espanol: The translation from spanish to english it fairly simple so I don't think I need to provide one. Well, if it really comes down to it, google translate or pull out that trusty spanish dictionary. :D

Curtains & Drapes: she could never pass up the chance to ask an annoying question or just be annoying in general.

Songs:

Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5