A/N from A.C.: Here comes the second crossover fic! Saix/Grimmjow~

Me: Saix

i-heart-ice-cream: Grimmjow

Saix stuck his hands into his cloak pockets, leaning back against the wall of a building in the World That Never Was. He head turned slightly as he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked at one of his lesser Berserker Nobodies and watched as it understood and nodded. The blunette sighed and moved away from the wall, following the lesser Nobody. He frowned when they came across a clump of dirty white clothes on the ground. Walking over, Saix tapped the clump with the toe of his boot, trying to see if the other would wake up.

The man on the ground just rolled over onto his back, revealing three large gashed on his torso. He was bleeding heavily and rather slowly, his hand s clenched into fists and his eyes shut tight. Other than that, he didn't move, not to mention, he didn't know where the hell he was. The only protest to being tapped by the blunette's dirty boot was a low "Nngh..."

Saix frowned at the sight of blood; he spoke softly, keeping his voice at an even monotone, "Hold on... I can help get you patched up." He called in his Berserker nobodies and they hoisted the wounded man up by his arms and legs, "Careful not to stretch his wounds." Saix followed his minions until they reached his room in the Organization's large castle. "Set him on my bed."

As the younger man was placed on the bed, he quickly grabbed his torso in an attempt to cover the gashes. He wasn't too keen on the idea of being carried or having someone else heal his wounds. "Leave me alone... I don't want your help..." He hissed, barely able to say anything at all. He rolled onto his side and curled up to hide the cuts on his torso.

"Arrogance is the liquor of the fool." Saix chimed in, walking over to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a roll of gauze. "If someone is offering to help you with woulds that serious, you should take the help." Walking back to the man on the bed, the elder leaned down and rolled the stranger onto his back. He forced the injured man to sit up and began to wrap the gauze around his wounds. "I am the same way when I get injured."

"Don't touch me. I didn't ask for your help. Just leave me alone..." He hissed and pushed Saix's hands away.

The older man rolled his golden eyes and grumbled, "You cannot just accept help? Arrogant fool. I can get someone to bind you if I need to."

"Why won't you leave me be?" He shouted, his blue eyes glaring daggers at the other man.

Saix just sighed, "Because you desperately need help and will surely die from blood loss in a few hours if my calculations are correct. Now just lie still."

"Hell no. Get away from me!" He quickly kicked Saix in the crotch and stood up, "Don't you get it? I don't need your fucking help!"

A low growl passed the blunette's lips after a short and surprised yelp, he leaned over slightly, teeth gritted in pain. He snapped his fingers and a few of his Berserker Nobodies appeared in the room. "Tie up this jackass, I am just going to let him bleed to death." The lesser Nobodies nodded and walked over to the man on the bed; one of the larger ones tied the stranger's wrists together, while the other two tied his ankles to the bedposts. "Do not mess with me, scum."

"What the hell? Untie me! Leave me alone!" He spat at the man, struggling to free himself only to have the ropes tighten the more he struggled, "This isn't fair! What are you going to do?"

Saix rolled his eyes again as he watched the other man struggle against his bonds. "Are you honestly this stupid or are you just too arrogant to let me help you? Apparently it may be both... So, I am just going to let you die. Does that make you happy?" His pointed ears twitched as he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "I am sure it does. It is what you wanted after all, with all that struggling and yelling."

"I never said I wanted to die, you jackass! I just don't need your fucking help!" With the growing anger going through his system, he broke the rope around his wrists and sat up, untying the ones around his ankles, exposing the 6 that was on his back.

"You said you do not want help, so one assumes that with wounds that large, you would wish for death." Saix arched a brow when the other man broke free from the ropes, "How did you manage to do that? No one has ever done that under my power before. What is your name?"

"You don't need to know, just that you should be thankful I don't do that to you! I'm Grimmjow, and you are an asshole." With that, he stood up and walked toward the door.

The blunette watched as Grimmjow walked away. He sighed, "Name calling will get you no where, and I would suggest you not leave the room. The other beings in this castle will not be as tolerable as I am."

"Well, I don't know who the hell you are, nor do I really care. And that means nothing to me. I'm not staying here and I could kick all their asses. And you aren't tolerable." He walked back over to Saix as he spoke, glaring the entire time.

The older man narrowed his eyes, "If you wish to risk your mind... and possibly your body, then be my guest. Go ahead and get raped. It is dangerous here."

Grimmjow stood there for a moment and blinked, letting the words sink in, "What kind of freak place is this?"

"This 'place' is the Castle That Never Was and that was merely a suggestion."

"Never heard of it."

"I wouldn't expect you to. Not many people know where this castle is... and you now, I suppose."

"What the hell? Are you hiding? What's wrong with you?"

Saix rolled his eyes, "I am not hiding... as for what is wrong with me... a lot of things, would you like a list?"

"... No! You're so weird!"

"No shit."

Grimmjow turned on his heel and walked toward the door, "I'm leavin'."

Saix gave a dismissive wave of his hand, golden eyes zeroed in on the other man, "Go ahead. I hope Marluxia finds you."

"... What's a Marluxia?" He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the other blunette.

"Marluxia is a pink haired pedophile."

"Uhhh... Okay, then...I think I'll just stay here... away from the pedophile..."

"I told you this castle was dangerous."

"That's not dangerous. That's creepy."

"And I have to deal with it every day..."

Grimmjow let out a barking laugh.

"Do not laugh at me!" Saix snapped out, shooting a glare at the younger man.

"I'll laugh at you if I want to. You are not the boss of me." Grimmjow spat back, obviously not afraid of the other man.

The older man snarled, golden eye narrowing into deadly slits, "I will throw you to the pedophile, jackass."

"You can't make me do anything, asshole." He turned back to the door and tried to open it, only to find it locked. "What the hell..?"

"...My door locks from the outside..."