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Ch. Overhauled 9/13/12

Grimmjow kicked the walls of Las Noches, the force of his blow sending shock waves up his leg as a growl of frustration ripped from the depths of his throat. The last week had been just fucking perfect, never better. His boss had dismembered his arm, and he had been kicked out of his ranking as the sixth Espada. They couldn't keep him out forever, he would fight his way back to the top, just like he always did. It took all of his will power to not destroy the building around him, he wanted to save his rage for the next time he met Ulquiorra and Luppi's. He would personally rip out their throats and watch them bleed dry.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clinching and unclenching his remaining fist, imagining how their blood would feel flowing down his arm after running each of those delinquents through. He needed to leave, there was no way he could stay in Hecto Mundo another minute without going on a frenzied killing spree that would most likely lead to his own death. Space itself wavered in his wake and a black abyss ripped open before him. The portal engulfed his vacant glare.

When Grimmjow next opened his eyes he was greeted by deserted alleyway lined with dumpsters stinking of human refuse. He gnashed his teeth and struck out at a green trash can trash with his foot. The plastic bent under his blow and the container smash into a wall, toppling over and spilling its stinking contents. The garbage bags inside ruptured and spilled in the corner of the ally way. He didn't stop to admire his handy work, instead continuing his tirade down the alleyway; vandalizing metal dumpsters and tossing recycle bins into the surrounding brick walls. When his destructive procession brought him to the gaping maw of the ally, he turned to face the destruction and released a frustrated scream.

His stance slouched and he tucked his hands into his pockets. With an annoyed 'tch' he turned from the vandalism and began at a slow pace down the street. A small amount of tension had fallen from his shoulders but his anger was far from quelled.

As much as he hated the human world, he had to admit it had its perks. None of the human filth passing him by could hear or see him, and it was a place he could escape to and be alone without any restrictions. That was, so long as he didn't cause a big ruckus with his breaking sanity. Soul reapers would be all over him if his surging energy suddenly spiked their internal radars, and he was currently lacking in the health department.

Lucky for him, the obnoxious Shinigami's couldn't always detect his presence anymore. He had learned how to suppress his powers to seem like nothing more than one of the lowly humans surrounding him. The only thing they could detect was the disturbance caused by the dimensional rip of his portal.

His eyes mindlessly followed ground while his mind played a gruesome film of all the ways he could dismember his adversaries. Amongst his macabre thoughts, something small and soft rammed into him with the force of a charging stuffed animal. He glowered down at a dazed girl, flashing his teeth with a low growl. He raised his hand into the air, ready to swat the bug in front of him with gouging finger nails.

"I'm so sorry! I should have been watching where I was going." The girl rushed out her apology and bowed hurriedly, Grimmjow's eyebrow twitch.

"Watch where you're going!" He snarled.

"Wait? You can see me?!" She finally looked up, shock coloring her grey, piercing eyes.

Her black hair shone in the afternoon sun and flowed down her curved body in an image that made him pause, and flinch backwards. He bared his teeth in disgust, how could he think such things, and towards a human girl none the less? Their species was disgusting.

He glared down at her, his ability to humor others skating on thin ice. "Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"

"Because most people can't." She fingered the strap of her messenger bag, a tattered looking thing.

"It means you're a soul, dumb ass. You're dead."

She cocked her head in an irritating manner.

"I don't think I'm dead. My mother always told me it was natural for no one to be able to see me, but I've never discovered why. She's not all right though, other people in black clothes can see me, and I don't think dead people need to eat. I get hungry all the time."

It was true that she didn't have a chain attached to her chest and he had initially thought she was human. This girl was giving off a bit more spiritual power than the average living human, but not by much. Grimmjow turned his head away and mentally slapped himself. Why should he dwell on this? It wasn't his problem.

She gasped, regaining his dwindling attention.

"What?" He asked, glancing her way. He was already aimed in another direction, ready to leave this imbecile behind.

"You have a hole in your stomach!"

He gave her a deadpanned look, letting her know just how stupid she sounded.

The girl seemed oblivious as she reached out and stuck her hand through the hole out of curiosity

"Hay, stop that that brat!" Grimmjow lurched back and slapped her hand away. Just who did this girl think she was, casually touch him, he should swipe off her head.

She gave him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, but that is really weird." Grimmjow clenched his fist and closed his eyes to the sky. For once he wanted to try and keep his cool, to not to attract attention to himself by either shinigami's or other arancar.

While he composed himself the girl produced a pink box from her sling bag and shook the card board container irritatingly in his face.

"Want some pocky? Think of it as payment for running into you."

She was really starting to test his patience.

"No! I don't want any fucking pocky! I don't eat filthy human food!"

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled out a long stick of pink coated candy and stuck it in her mouth.

"Your loss." She turned her back to him and nibbled on her treat.

"Go home already before I gouge your eyes out."

She smiled at him over her shoulder and his next threat died on his lips. Though aggravating, she wasn't too bad looking.

"Think I can hang out with you for a while? I never really get the chance to talk to anyone." Her eyes sparkled in an irritating way in an attempt to battle his stony glare. Maybe she could amuse him for a while.

"Do what you want. Just stay out of my way or I'll kill you."

Her smile brightened and replied in a sickly, syrupy voice. "Ok!"

She couldn't help but stare at the back of his icy blue air that stuck every which direction. How did he keep make it into such an intriguing color?

She noticed his slumped yet tense posture; something other than her presence was plaguing his mind. Besides his current brooding, he was a curious guy; independent, blunt, loudmouthed, rash, a little violent, and most of all, devilishly handsome. She couldn't help but grin as her eyes roved his backside. His features reminded her of a ferocious feline, and she had never seen anyone with such a toned body. Not to mention the hole in his stomach that still intrigued her, she felt as if she had seen something like it before.

Of all the people who could see her, this man intrigued her the most. Usually men or women dressed in black would seek her out and ask strange questions. A few had tried to send her to a place called soul society, but she always fled faster than they could follow. However, this man wasn't asking any questions, nor was he wearing a black outfit. He was adorned in white and his behavior was distant, uninterested, yet completely aware of her presence.

He finely turned around, acknowledging her presence. "Will you stop following me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, her flippant attitude causing him to sneer.

"How old are you, little girl?"

The question seemed a little odd, but no odder than her answer.

"Physically nineteen, but really I'm about 105 years old."

His steps faltered and she stopped with him as he turned to face her.

"Well shit, you're older than me." He eyed her with renewed interest. "What are you exactly?"

She grinned, liking his sudden attention. "The only relative I have is my mother, but she's never really told me about my heritage. I don't know."

His interest dwindled and he started walking again.

"Sorry." She said quietly, wondering what she had done wrong.

After a few minutes of silence he spun on her. "Why don't you just go home already?!"

"Because it's the middle of the day," she countered merrily, and could tell he was about to lose his cool. Completely, and in a rather violent manor.

"Alright then, catch you later!" She retreated with an eager wave, and wondered if she would ever see him again.

Grimmjow sneered as she disappeared into the oblivious crown, and ripped open a hole between dimensions before stepped through it.