Grimmjow Jaggerjaques. The Sexta Espada. The Cat of Hueco Mundo. Death by Panterra – He had many names, and all of them proceeded to boost his ego, pushing his arrogance to new heights, and his overconfidence to dangerous levels. All that is, but one…
"Grimmy!" The cute, female voice rung out.
Grimmjow arched his back, his hackles rising as he turned his head to face the oncoming steam train of joy. His eyes were shadowed, and his teeth gritted tightly as he watched the streak of copper hair come swiftly towards him, the white clad body melding in with the walls and floor of the colossal palace.
"Whaddaya want, Woman?" He growled, in no mood for her overly exuberant personality. "And stop calling me that!"
Orihime stopped in her tracks, six feet from the bristling cat. No smile adorned her face, or lit her eyes, but her energy was in concealable. Had she been any other human, Grimmjow would merely have eaten her to gain that energy for himself. Unfortunately, he would then have to deal with her caretaker, (or undertaker, such was his personality) Ulquiorra.
"I just needed to pass on a message from Halibel."
The world moved strangely, first the ground swayed, then the roof caved and then the walls began to melt. Grimmjow stared at the princess with a slack jawed kind of horror. "A… message? From… Halibel?" He choked out, disbelief on his slack face.
"Mmhm" she squeaked, "She said to tell you to scratch your own damn ears, cos if she finds one more piece of Loli or Menoli's underwear in your room, she would cero your tail off."