A soft groan escaped his lips as he finally became conscious. Slowly, his eyes opened and he gazed up at the bright morning sky above him. He was still beneath Las Noches, where the sky never turns dark. How long had he been asleep, he wondered. Gradually he sat up, expecting every muscle in his body to hurt. Miraculously, he felt fine. His teal blue eyes looked down at his muscled, tan chest.

The scar that had reopened in his battle with Ichigo as well has the huge gash caused by Nnoitora's sneak attack had both healed. That was strange. Had he been asleep so long that the wounds closed on their own? But if so, how come none of the other Hollows that resided in Hueco Mundo had attacked him?

"Surprised to see that you're alive?" a female voice said.

His view came into focus and he saw a woman sitting beside him. A bowl with an odd greenish mixture and horrid smell as well as a bowl of water, and a washcloth were also by her side.

"Who the fuck are you, woman?" the sexta Espada questioned rather angrily.

Her demeanor remained calm as she pressed the soaked washcloth to his forehead. "I am the woman that has been taking care of your unconscious body for several months now. I fought off many Hollows that tried to eat you while you could not defend yourself. You should be happy that I found you before Lady Harribel could."

"Harribel?" he shoved her hand away. "What does that woman have to do with me surviving?"

"Well, kitten, while you we're having a cat nap all the Espada died and Aizen got sentenced to prison. It was all they could do to him since he is immortal. In the meantime, Harribel sort of took over as the ruler of Hueco Mundo. She's allowed my comrades and me to stay at Las Noches." the woman replied.

Grimmjow stared at the raven haired girl as he tried to comprehend all of the information she had given him. Was that really all true? Aizen seemed so powerful that he could never be defeated. The sexta Espada could only guess one person who was strong enough to defeat him.

"So that bastard only got stronger, huh? Fucking hell...and I hoped one day I could really defeat him." Grimmjow smirked.

"I suppose you mean that ginger Soulreaper...Ichigo, was it? He wounded Aizen enough for one of his other comrades to come and seal Aizen away. That was the only way for Aizen to be defeated. Now, Las Noches is more peaceful with the exception of the few Hollow that think they can overrun it." she replied.

"Then who are you? Some weak woman that Harribel's become enamored with?"

A soft chuckle escaped her full lips. "No, it's not me she's got her eye on. But for now you can call me Ravenna Carcassa. I'm sure you don't remember me at all."

Grimmjow scoffed. "Why should I remember a woman like you?"

His eyes darted quickly from the fleshy mounds of her breasts barely encased within her Espada like uniform jacket. A nice amount of cleavage showed from the diamond shaped cut out in the center but the long sleeves covered her delicate hands.

"Well I suppose at that time I wasn't memorable. I was one of the first of Aizen's Arrancar experiments. But something went very, very wrong during that process. From then on he tried to create two more beings and perfect his idea of an Arrancar. The three of us failed to meet his standards. We were cast aside and never spoken or heard of again."

"So? That still doesn't mean you're special. Aizen threw out most of his early experiments." he retaliated.

"Yes but did any of them survive after?" the small smirk on her face held a thousand secrets and it was in Grimmjow's nature to be curious. He didn't care if this woman had saved his life, he didn't owe her shit. But if these experiments had survived all this time were they stronger now? Possibly stronger than any Espada?

"Get up now, Grimmjow. There's someone you have to meet."

"Tch, oh yeah? Who's that?!"

"Your brother..."