Ichigo's reiatsu exploded into Hueco Mundo like an atomic bomb going off. It had amplified greatly since the blue haired espada had last fought with him. Grimmjow bristled, knowing just why the shinigami was there.
The woman.
His woman.
Grimmjow had felt nothing for the young girl when he first met her. She was quiet and fragile looking, which just pissed him off. He remembered wanting her to get angry or refuse to heal his wounds. But all she did was walk over to him and give him back his arm and his rank.
Though he had been awed by her power and thankful to her, he still didn't particularly like her. Yet, he would find himself wandering the long, endless halls of Hueco Mundo and finding himself at the door to her cell.
At first, he would just scoff and continue on his way. Then, after so many times finding himself there, he went in. He didn't knock, like Ulquiorra. Why knock on the door of a prisoner? She had been asleep on the couch, tear tracks down her face. He stood over her and watched her sleep for some time. She started to stir, and he chose that moment to leave. He had no idea why he'd been interested in her. He hoped that would be the end of it.