The rush flowed through her limp body as the change took place. He stood there, gazing down at her intently like she was some sort of prey. This girl had so much to live for, but he let her turn into this. He shouldn't care that this was happening and yet, he did, with everything he was. He hurt when seeing her body in that state; neck twisted, legs misplaced as well as arms, and her torso curled in on itself.
She let out a screech of pain that was somewhere between human and a monster. He didn't remember it being quite as painful when he had changed, but then again, he wasn't human when he turned. Her screaming turned to struggled coughing and he concluded that she must be nearing her new beginning. His blue hair swayed a bit as he shook his head to forget the past. If he had had to eat those others to become what he is now, how was she doing it? Without even being a Hollow in the beginning?
He adverted his bluish-green eyes from the doorway and back to her, on the floor in front of him. Her orange hair was splayed across her face and the tile beneath her, hiding her expression. Surely she would have her healing powers once she changed? If not, what would that make her? What rank would she turn out to be?
Then, he kneeled down next to her head to brush away the hair with his hand. He clenched his teeth and widened his eyes as her small orbs turned from their old color to a deep crimson. He watched on as her hair color changed as well; from a dark orange, to a black that would make anyone back away. He breath hitched and her body shook, like someone had shot her with a taser at point blank.
He didn't want to move, for he thought she wouldn't return as anything but a memory if he did. Yet, through all his worrying and fear, she began to take in profound breaths, so he let out a sigh of relief. He turned away for a second and behind him, a huge explosion dug a twenty-foot deep hole in the floor where she had been laying.
Through all the dust and debris, he spotted a shadowed silhouette; its long hair swaying erratically around. He brought in a quick breath as the figure rushed toward him, hand outstretched to the side. And then, for and instant, she was gone. Only to reappear in front of him, fingers as sharp as a sword's edge and positioned at his throat. He felt some blood trickle down from where her fingers were placed.
As the dust in the air cleared, he saw her; crimson eyes staring into his blue-green ones, and her black hair settling atop her shoulders. He spotted that her dress had been torn in the explosion. It had covered her from neck to floor before, but now it was more of a top placed right under the chest and a messed up skirt reaching only to the knees. There was now a fragment of a Hollow mask covering the whole right side of her face. Her number was marked on her left hip, and he smirked a nervous grin at her rank.
"Heh, five huh? You're kinda strong for a former human girl." He sneered.
"Grimmjow," she purred, "Are you scared?" Then, he let out a joyous laugh at what he thought was a challenge. But first, a shiver of excitement ran down his spine.
"Scared?" He maintained a grin, "Me scared of Inoue Orihime?" And with that, she grimaced and was gone in a flash again. He began to reach for his sword only to find it was gone. At that moment, he felt cold metal rest on the back of his neck.
"Well, Grimmjow," She murmured, "You should be." And she sliced his back, from waist up; tearing his jacket and leaving a long gash. She waited a moment for it to register to him and his limp body fell to the cool tile until someone came to retrieve it.