Grimmjow frowned as he heard the door's too his home creak open. Walking over too the doors, he, Starrk, Noitra and Ulquiorra all walked towards the doors, as it opened too reveal something shocking.
There, stood a beatin and battered Gin Ichimaru. Cradled in his arms, was the small form of a half-dead child. The floor under him, soaked in their blood.
Stab wounds covered both bodies, and a sword was half-way threw his shoulder, one all the way threw his knee.
He staggered over towards Ulquiorra before forcing the child into his hands.
"Get him too Yuki." He said, wobbling.
"Gin-sama, I don-" Before Starrk could finish, Gin was clutching his robe, bringing them eye-to-eye.
"Get. Him. To. The. Byoin." Starrk stared in shock as the secant-in-command stared him right in the eye. The red orbs held a insane fire that he knew even Aizen would mess with.
"Hai!" He squeaked, running off with Ulquiorra in tow.
With a deep, frown, Gin collapsed, twitching. Noitra looked at Grimmjow questioningly.
"Should we help him?"
"…There are two swords poking out of his body, Smart One." Forcing themselves too pick him up while trying not too poke another hole threw him, they brought him too the Byoin, where one of the Healers sat.
"Oi!" Grimmjow called out, getting attention.
"Oh! My goodness, Lord Ichimaru! Are you okay?" She asked in a voice that resembled a mother's.
He grunted, shocking Grimmjow with the fact he was still conscious. "I had a sword, nearly shoved down my throat. So you tell me, miss, am I okay?"
"Uh… Yuki-sama!" She ran into the room, Gin in tow.
"Well, wasn't this a strange turn of events." Noitra jumped as he saw the one and only Aizen Sosuke standing right next too him, as he watched the nine females and twelve males run around, scurrying aas they tried too get what the needed. Only six of the healers were brave enough too try and save the rather un-happy Gin, wall the rest tried too heal the small, apparently male, child.
"One minute, I'm drinking tea, the next, I'm watching two surgeries in the same room, ironicly at the same time." His cold, emotionless eyes suddenly darted to his two Espada. "Isn't that just funny, Grimmjow?" He said, practicly spitting the name like a bad capachino.
Grimmjow twitched under the harsh gaze, causing Aizen to put on his famous smile.
"What's wrong, Girmmjow? Are you not comfortable with me being so close?" He asked, advancing on the Arrancar.
"Tch. I just don't get what's goin' on, why'd Gin waste his time? It would've been faster and easier if he just left the kid and saved himself." Grimmjow said, snorting.
"Yes. So, why would Gin save this child, if he had no reason?"
"Becouse… The kid's more important then he looks?"
"You're getting close." Aizen said with an almost cheery smile.
"Lord Aizen, please tell us why Ichimaru would waste time with that thing?" Szayel asked, as he had been reading a book a couple of feat away.
"Very well." Aizen said, chuckling.
"The little boy is Toshiro Hitsugaya. And he is Gin's son."
Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun! The cliff hanger o' doooooooooom! XD.
Okay, know this episode kinda sucked, but wait, it'll get better!
Pinky Swear, Okay!