Cat: Di Roy Centric/Gift for *blackstorm

Grimmjow is like a cat, in a sense. Di Roy Rinker thought to himself as he watched his master climb along the red pillars to nap.

He would sun himself in the artifical sun-shine filled room of Las Noches, climbing high enough to be in the bright light so he could actually get a nap in. He would pour liberal amounts of cream into his tea so there wasn't tea left to even taste.

He would lean on his hands and knees as he got up in the morning and arch his back up towards the ceiling. This was probably due to his being a cat type Adjucha before his evolution to Arrancar.

Di Roy had only heard rumors of Grimmjow's Resurrección being similar to that of a cat, but had never seen it himself. His own looked foolish compared to that of the Sexta Espada, who was vicious. Dangerous, a beast.

Di Roy's thoughts trailed off as he watched Grimmjow actually change into his Resurrección to clean behind his ears.

'As if he can't do that with a shower...' He thought, watching as Grimmjow curled up into a ball on the pillar, a rumbling purr probably leaving his chest as he finally settled down.

"Di Roy."

The small Arrancar looked over his shoulder at Shawlong Kūfang.

"What?"

"Did you not hear Grimmjow's orders? We are to rest before the invasion of Karakura Town."

"I am resting. Just 'cause I ain't in my room doesn't mean I ain't reasting, Shawlong."

"Of course, but also, at my own opinion, you should work on your strength in the mean time."

"Meaning, you wanna have me fight you and the others until you have me a broken mess, yeah?" Di Roy muttered, looking down at the ground.

He could jump, but he wouldn't die. Either his instincts would kick in and save him or Shawlong would.

Di Roy blinked, pretending to listen as Shawlong continued to prattle about where his faults lay and how to improve upon them. "I get it, okay? Get off my back already, Shawlong!" Di Roy snapped after three more mintues of listen to his companion.

He sure as hell wouldn't call the dick a friend or comrade, that's for sure.

"Then please, for your sake and ours, do not get yourself killed in tonight's raid." Shawlong said, leaving Di Roy to his thoughts once more.

"Damn Shawlong... Stupid bullshit..." He wasn't aware of Grimmjow watching him, one eye cracked and a scowl on his face as he tried to rest.

With his enhanched hearing, he listened as Di Roy cursed up a storm at Shawlong and grinned as he finally left.

"Now, maybe I can actually get some sleep this time around..." He whispered, snuggling against his arms and closing his eye again.

God, don't people know how to let a sleeping cat lie?