Disclaimer: If I owned bleach, this totally would have been a fluff episode.

A/N: Another random thing my friend and I came up with, who also helped me write this. Not only did I promise to write this, but it has to be done. It just has to be.

A fierce bellow was heard from the quarters of the Sexta espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. This had not been his week. Of course it started on Monday.

Aizen had decided that after the loss of his original fraccions, Grimmjow should get some new ones. These new ones being Rachel and Zoe. They were new, and had previously been under Ulquiorra's command. That was till Ulquiorra nearly beat the two of them to death. Things already didn't bode well for Grimmjow.

So, on Monday, he met them. To say he was not impressed was an understatement. Two very young looking arrancar, both with blue eyes.

The first stood about 5'6", lanky and skinny. Her hair barely reached her shoulders, and if you looked hard enough, it was tinted pink. Her uniform was not far from the standard, almost exactly like Ulquiorra's, but the sleeves only went down a few inches, and the coat tails where shorter. As far as Grimmjow could see, she had no Zanpakto. Her mask was like a crown, the lowest point decending down to her nose, then rising back up, curving around the back of her ears. The right side was smooth, almost wave like, a complete opposite to the left side. That side was ragged and spiked. Her hollow hole was like Ulquiora's before he grew(1).This would be Rachel.

The other was only an inch or so shorter, with a slightly more hefty build. Her hair looked almost exactly like Grimjows but only slightly less poofy. She wore a trench coat type jacket that reached down almost to her ankles. Her mask consisted of two cat like ears one with a chip out of the side. She also had a mask like Grimmjow's but it wrapped all around her jaw line. Her hollow hole went through her right shoulder, partially covered by her jacket, but still slightly revealed because her shirt only had one arm. Grimmjow could see a small glint of a knife out of both of her sleeves. Her Zanpakto. This was Zoe.

Grimmjow slowly turned to Aizen, " What the hell Aizen! Are you insane? One of them doesn't even have a Zanpakto and the other one has mini knifes!" He turns around and then whips his head around once more " This one is really freaking me out. She looks exactly like me. Are we like long lost siblings?"

Zoe slightly raised her hand in the air, "I take personal offense to that. Do not dare relate me to the likes of you, Grimm-kitty,"

Grimmjow took a slight step towards Zoe, hand on the hilt of his Zanpakto, when a sharp pain shot through his right cheek and something very shiny was in his face. He heard Zoe burst out into hysterical laughter. Glancing to the side, he follows the length of the blade to find that it is attached to Rachel's wrist.

With a very serious look on her face she deadpaned " Mess with one of us you deal with both of us."

He turns his head just in time to see Zoe disappear. Less that a second later he feels another sharp pain, but this time on the left cheek. He turned to Zoe.

"Well would you look at that, you really are a cat. Now you've got whiskers, Grimm-kitty," a pale blue light began to build in Zoe's palm, which was still far to close to his face. "Have you ever been face palmed with a cero before, Grimmjow, cause I can make that happen,"

Grimmjow took a step back and turned to face Aizen, who was seated on his throne, a very satisfied grin on his face.

Grimmjow pointed his thumb back over his shoulder, "Aizen, these two are crazy!"

"So are you, Grimmjow. Now go have fun with your new fraccion,"

With a huge sigh, he turned back to his new fraccion. They both stood like nothing had happened, hands in pockets, and rather devilish grins that almost screamed, we are going to make your life a living hell.

And his week only got worse.

(1): This was the theory my friend and I came up with as to how Ulquiorra's hollow hole moved from his neck to his collarbone. He grew a few inches, but his hollow hole didn't go with him.

A/N: And Grimmjow's week begins.