*I don't own bleach, and have never claimed to, so if someone could tell that to the two guys dressed in black that have been sitting outside my door...*

"Get up. I said get up. We don't bow to anyone. Not to Aizen, not to Ulquiorra, and I will not let you bow to that human son of a..."

"Shut up."

"GET UP."

"Shut the hell up. He won. It's over."

"It's not over unless you're dead. I still wanna fight. This is your own fault. You went easy on that human and now look at you," the world was no longer dark, at least not to Grimmjow. His inner world looked like a jungle, made of plants and vines, twisting and gripping each other tightly, and all around a solid structure. If you were to step back and see the whole picture, you might say the structure looked a little like a skull. The sky was black, reflecting off the sea of dark waters around the area that were constantly breaking on the mass of plant life. As Grimmjow saw himself, he was standing inside the 'jaw' of his inner world staring up into the night sky. The oddest park of this picture was the huge pair of yellow-green catlike eyes that looked like they had been painted into the atmosphere itself. The voice spoke as if the entire world resonated with the sound, "You will get up, and you will fight. Always with you it's the same bullshit. Over, and over again. King this, and king that. The strong do not become kings, we strong ones survive. We survive to FIGHT. Damn it Grimmjow, this is all because you hold onto that damn human existence you once had. Fool."

The wind picked up around the inner world of the sixth espada. His eyes downcast, Grimmjow knew his zanpakto was right. Life was so much simpler when he was a menos grande. He didn't have to face himself in this place. Hell he didn't even have an inner world until that damn Hougyoku changed him. Aizen. He remembered just how much he hated those shinigami. Self-righteous, self-appointed, and selfish. Never thinking that maybe hollows didn't want to change. Hadn't we suffered enough. Fear, pain, loss, and hunger. They didn't know any of it, not like hollows. "You don't speak Grimmjow, but have you forgotten that I'm not apart from you? I can hear your thoughts like they were my own. Of course they don't you fool. We are what they cannot be. They are high-minded just because they come to terms with themselves, but you must put aside that pride of yours. We are one being. I am you. Trust me if no one else. You are destruction personified, faster and more powerful than almost any being in Hueco Mundo and the Seireitei, and you still cling to the pain that bore you? Grow up you child."

"Shut up. Shut Up. SHUT UP. I am the king here. You are only my blade. You are only a piece of me. I am Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, espada of Hueco Mundo..."

"And you are still lying in a pool of your own blood," The eyes that inhabited the sky above Grimmjow narrowed, "And I can stop the bleeding. I can heal you. Conditionally that is..."

"Conditions? From myself? For fuc..."

"I want to become a full zanpakto."

"You want what? I'd rather die. Screw off."

"You would still be a hollow. But I'm sick of giving you a resurreccion. This kind of existence demeans us both. Get that superior look off your face. Wasn't it just you who condemned the shinigami for being 'self-righteous'? I want to survive, but not if this same shit keeps happening. If you refuse to put away your pride to get stronger, then we both die here and save us both the trouble of your continued existence," Pantera paused for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity. 'Now maybe I can get something I want too.' The emergence of self was occurring in Pantera, and since Grimmjow was no saint to begin with, his zanpakto was no different. "All you have to do, is say yes, and I will do what is needed. Say yes. Do it."

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've never said more than two words at a time, and now you want to become more like a shinigami's zanpakto? Damn it, why should I bother. Maybe we should die here."

"If you want, then fine, there isn't much I can do about it. We'll both die here, well, you will die here. There isn't really a me anyway. I'm just your 'resurreccion' right?"

"Why the hell are you so bitter, I'm the one that's fucking dying here."

"Why am I bitter? Why? I fought against that Zangetsu. For you. I release my energy to you. For you. And yet I only request to become stronger, for you, and you scoff? Is the idea of surviving with a full zanpakto so disgusting to you? The one who roamed the desert with the meat of his peers feeding him, his endless hunger never relenting. Even now, you would like nothing more than to dominate and consume your fellow espada. I want to survive. I want to be strong. I want to fight. We are supposed to be one."

"Che. Whatever, do what you want. But I ain't being no shinigami."

"Will you really search for that human?"

"That kid beat me. He is no longer beneath my claws. We're not even equal anymore. I owe him a debt. And I hate myself for that. I'll make him stronger yet, and then I will fight him. I will beat him into catfood, and watch that superior look roll out of his eyes."

"And then?"

"I don't know. Does it matter?"

"No, but you should know, if I do this, then I won't be able to hear your thoughts. I want to know that once I change, you won't leave me to the darkness. I want to know that the strong will survive."

"How the hell did you get so sentimental? You can't have gotten that from me."

"Prepare yourself then, this is going to hurt. And I'd hate to meet the other bitch that made me. So I hope you didn't leave a note telling her where you took me."

"Just get on with it," Grimmjow was past caring anymore. Though he was still semi-conscious, he felt so tired. He could feel the damage he had taken against that Kurosaki bastard. And the cut on his torso from Nnoitra was bleeding profusely. He could feel vibrations on the ground, reiatsu pounding through his ears, but he was deaf and blind to the outside world. He could feel that his breathing had slowed to almost nothing, and the lack of blood was causing his heart to pump fruitlessly. "Hurry it up."

"Just remember that I can't undo all this damage. Once I'm finished, we need to get out of here."

"Yeah, yeah, shut the hell up and make us fucking freaks already," again Grimmjow was screaming. At himself. And Grimmjow wondered why he hadn't noticed it, but something was coming up from underneath the underbrush of vines and small bushes. They were growing straight up. Trees. And his inner world was getting damp. It excited him. Pantera was creating the jungle. He heard a low growl, an animal in pain. Looking up he couldn't see the eyes of Pantera anymore. That was the last thing Grimmjow was capable of thinking before the darkness overtook him.

"Remember, I warned you..."