Thirty minutes.

That was how long it took to change anyone's life. Or in his case, un-life. Some said more, some said less. But honestly, he could care less what others thought. He said thirty minutes, and that was EXACTLY how long it was, others be damned.

Taking a break from beating on that Kurosaki freak, he'd wandered throughout this Japan place. He hadn't seen anyone interesting, nor anything fun to kill and was quite simply, bored as hell. He hadn't managed to kill Kurosaki, but that was because the fight had gotten boring (and not because the kid was even close to an even match.) He'd went looking for a better fight, despite the constant orders to return to Hueco Mundo. Aizen could sit on it; he'd return when he was damn good and ready.

So he'd ended up in this district with far too much reiatsu in the air.

The thing that bugged him? He'd tracked it down to someone who was fuckin' average. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez didn't think average was anything except boring. In fact the only thing that wasn't average about her was how different her hair was. It was cut short, more for what appeared to be convenience than anything else.

Oh right, and it was blue.

Despite the fact that she was average, he couldn't say he didn't find her hot.

So he followed her for a bit if only cause he wanted to know why this chick was putting out so much damn reiatsu. She went to school, studied, hung out with girls her age, was far too quiet, and pissed him the hell off.

Only because she made him curious. And curiosity pissed him off.

So when she'd been walking home, and some kinda Not-Hollow-But-Equally-Annoying started to walk up behind her, he stepped in it's way. No one would interfere with this. Not a Hollow, not anything looking like it could be a Hollow someday.

Even in his unreleased state, he quickly tore it a new one. Not that anyone should've expected any less from the Sexta Espada. He let out a laugh, and grinned before turning back to his blue haired pri... prey.

Who was looking at him.

Transformed.

In a short-as-hell skirt.

Looking all hot and shit.

"Wh-what the hell? How the fuck did you change your clothes so fast?" he bellowed at her. She blinked before holding up a crystalline rod and blushing. "I'm... a Sailor Senshi... uhm... S-s-sailor Mercury. Thank you for p-p-p-protecting me, sir."

Her eyes connected with the large fragment of bone on his face and he laughed. "What'sa matter, little girl? You never seen a Hollow?"

She responded by fainting.

"Oh, fuck me," he exclaimed before picking her up. He'd scared her into unconsciousness and for some reason that bothered him. So he'd take her someplace, then ditch her and head back to Hueco Mundo. Things were far too mundane here in the real world. At least in Hueco Mundo he could eat a half a dozen Hollows for fun.

So he took her to the place he'd seen her meeting with her friends who happened to still be there. And as kindly as he could, he told them the crazy-sexpot (fuck! He'd said that out loud!) had fallen down after fighting something.

He'd pronounced his kindness with a glare, and took off with Sonido. He didn't care that they saw it; whatever transformation the blue-hair had used had probably been seen by her friends so it couldn't have surprised them too much. He finally opened the Garganta when he was good and far away, then headed back to Hueco Mundo.

He took out his frustrations on a good deal of Hollow; those stupid enough to cross his path. And when he'd entered Los Noches, Ulquiorra had asked him where he had been. He grinned, before telling him that he'd gotten him some fine mortal tail. Ulquiorra had walked away before he could get too vulgar.

In the back of Grimmjow's mind, he knew someday, he'd make it true. Someday he'd make her faint again, the blue-haired Sailor Senshi. He knew he would.

And he'd find out exactly what the hell a Sailor Senshi was.