He's Rude,Stubborn,& Controlling, So Why'd I Get Stuck With Him? (Bleach Fanfic)

Chapter Three

     Both Grimmjow and Miyu made their way through the winding corridors. There was no way Miyu would remember the path to the room, no matter how many times it was explained. There were far too many twists and turns for that.

       They came to a stop in front of a room, with a plain white door, just like the others lined down the hall. How do they remember which room is which? There were no special markings on any of the doors, or any indicator that could be used to distinguish each room from the other.

       Grimmjow pushed open the door and walked inside. Miyu followed suite and peered around the room curiously. It was small, with enough room for a couch and some space to run around. Probably the size of an average kitchen.

        "This is your room," Grimmjow said, "and my room is right across the hall." He jerked his head back toward the door. "But don't ever disturb me. You'll have hell to pay if you do." He started walking to the door. "Someone will be by a bit later to get you some more fittin' clothes. Don't wander off. I don't need you getting lost and getting me into trouble." With that, he left the room.

        Miyu rolled her eyes once he was finally gone and sat down on the couch, rubbing her forehead. Countless thoughts started to drift through her mind, until she finally decided what she had to do. Play along. Train. Get stronger. and break out of here. But that is always easier said than done