"A bird?" I muttered to myself. "I'm a flippin' bird?" I ruffled my feathers and looked down at myself. I was still somewhat human looking, but I had wings and a finely plumaged tail and I was covered in crimson and golden feathers. There were some blues and green on my head and down my breast. I felt...exposed in front of Grimmjow, so I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
At this defensive motion, most of my feathers snapped out, standing on end. Grimmjow was suddenly interested. He walked over and tapped one of the feathers on my shoulder.
"Spines," He said, taking his bloody fingers off of the feather. He sucked at the blood and then spat it out. "Poison ones."
Now he seemed very interested. He rose a finger and pushed me back by the nose. This startled me and I had the mild notion to fight back. My feathers then burst into flame, sending Grimmjow back a few startled paces. From the safety of across the room, he watched me burn with a mischievous grin.
The flame did not harm me in any way. I could feel the heat and I saw the tongues of fire, but I was not burned.
"I've never seen anything like that." He came closer to me as the flames puttered out and the spines flattened into feathers again. "Two bad I'm locked in here. I would take you to Aizen."
He walked around me, and I began feeling exposed again. My feathers stiffened, rattling and quivering. Grimmjow clicked his tongue.
"But while we're here, why don't you work on getting your emotions under control?" He strolled over to his private room. "That rattling sound is quite threatening. Others, dim-witted bastards, will think you're looking for a fight."
"I was just uncomfortable with you looking at me."
He stopped and tossed his head up, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Why?"
I gave the silent command to my sword and I transformed back into what I looked like originally. I was very glad that I was wearing clothing.
"Let's just say that I would rather not show myself to a man I've only known for a little more than a week."
"Eh? Modest are we?"
I didn't answer. His piercing blue eye fell on my eyes and he grinned before disappearing into his private room.
~*~
I sat on the window sill, my legs dangling out into space. Grimmjow had stayed locked inside his room, figuratively, for three days. Boredom had struck me hard, since there was nothing to do anyways.
My head filled with the beats of a hundred different songs I used to listen to, I practiced firing Cero at the sands far below. Grimmjow had come out of his room and had been watching me for quite a while before I noticed.
"You have amazing accuracy." he said, making me jump. I swiveled a bit, putting one foot on the sill and hanging the other one on the inside of the window.
I didn't answer him. He came over to the window, blocking me from moving away from him. On purpose? I'm not sure.
"I can give someone a compliment if I want to." He looked out the window. "Shit, I'm so bored."
"Same here," I followed his gaze, which led to nothing. I saw him glance at me out of the corner of my eye. "Which is why I'm-" I gestured at the blast marks in the sand.
"I see." His eyes moved back and forth, searching his head. "I need something to do before I get anymore insane than I already am."
"In...sane?"
