I could hear it.

Bad-ump

There it was again. Was it…my heart?

Bad-ump…

Wait…I'm already dead.

So then…Here I, Grimmjow, lay in waste for other hollows to feast upon me. My, how the tables have turned. So, as punishment from God, do I have to experience death another time? Until I am no more? Ha. Would be damn right fitting for everything I've done…My body…feels so very heavy, limp- as if I'd been hit by a bad case of polio- I just couldn't move. I was dead…Dead as a door nail. The beating must be but a figment of the imagination. Like it would matter if I were alive or not. I've done nothing but kill, eat and exist, I know, very productive you might say. But it's not like I haven't been through the drill before, dying that is.

The first time I died, ha, I remember…almost…Nothing. I recall, hardly, a thing from my death experience, but I do have one good memory. A memory that actually made me want to be human again, only if such a thing were possible, just to find the person in my memory. Although, if they saw me like this, they'd scream bloody murder and run away flailing their arms in the process. I am a monster. There I said it. I'm a Goddamn monster. I felt only like this when I was a wondering soul, fresh off the chain, killed by God only knows what- It was unbearably lonely; and of course, you guessed it, to compensate my loneliness, I'd fight other souls, scaring them off, and even haunting random stores, homes, but sometimes I'd visit that person…I wanted to talk to him so damn badly, but I knew he couldn't see me, nor could he hear me. So what did it matter?

This boy, I remember, he was tall, skinny, hotheaded, had orange hair and bore hazel eyes…sound familiar? Ha, that dammed Ichigo; he just had to look just like him. His eyes, those God dammed eyes had the same haughty look that made you feel inferior. Yes, both he and Ichigo harbored the same eyes. No wonder I wanted to kill him so badly. What a laugh. He ended up killing me instead. Well, once he beat me…there really wasn't anything in me to continue on- I wanted him dead so badly, yet I didn't. Those damn eyes kept me from doing so. Then Nnoitora cut me down…I died right? After I closed my eyes, things became dark…so then, am I dead? Wait…that filth Ichigo saved me. He saved me…Damn him. I didn't ask to be saved. "I didn't ask to be saved." I heard my words fall from my lips- Wait…I spoke? What the hell?!

"Open your eyes." I hear all of a sudden- and such a dammed annoying voice no less. Who the hell could it be? Can't I be let alone? I'm dead so, fuck off already- I mean really, how could a dead guy open his eyes? But wait…I am not dead. I just fucking spoke. So I'm alive right?

"Master Grimmjow." The voice rang in my head like a thousand pin needles stabbing my ear drums, this voice…Nel? Why the hell was Nel screaming in my ears?

"What?!" I finally growled, my eyes still having trouble finding the strength to open; my body was numb…each nerve tingled and sparked back- good, no polio here. I could feel my fingers; I could feel my toes; I could feel…feel…what the?! "What the hell is that?!" I hissed feeling something sopping wet on my chest- Move hand, arm, shoulder! Move! Move God dammit move! With the words of motivation, my shoulder, my arm, and my hand began to move, only to touch something slimy that was doused all over my chest. "What…the FUCK?!"

"What's' wrong Master Grimmjow? I was only healing you with my spit! It has healing powers!" She replied happily while laughing in my ears yet again. Damn, I was going to kill this little girl, "I was just trying to heal your wounds!"

"Oh, so help me God…when I AM healed I will KICK YOUR ASS ALL THE WAY TO THE HUMAN WORLD!!" My voice was back to normal, all arrogant and authoritive-like, but I couldn't really back it up with my body- Hell, all that moved was my right arm. Great. This was going to take forever, and I'd probably forget about kicking her ass before then; either that or she'd run away.

I let out a sigh before I began to think again; about the boy that remained in my memories…Now that I have my own live back and all…I can do whatever the hell I want (not caring if Aizen is dead or alive I really don't care). Maybe, I could look for him. I laughed out at that, what were the chances I'd find him? I couldn't even guess how many years I'd been dead before turned hollow…but those memories were not to be explored at the moment…most of them I'd rather forget. But, the boy, damn if I could remember his name, he and I were inseparable. We were like brothers…Too bad I had to die so quickly. I hope he grew up all right…hell- Why not look for him or his grandchildren or whatever was down the line. I'd look, but, I would have to keep my hopes down. Things weren't very bright in that department.

As I waited, I could feel my reiatsu slowly regain as I remained there, I really didn't notice if Nel left or stayed at my side. My limbs gradually began to gain back the ability to move, so, I sat up; my eye lids still tightly shut. The hardest of things to move, was the easiest. What an ironic twist. I'm a freaking Espada reduced to this. "Nel…" I grunted, hoping she was there-

"Y-yes Master Grimmjow?" She answered, her voice shaky.

"Is…Aizen dead?" I could feel the coldness in my voice, and my bitter hatred for the other man made my face cringe in disgust. "Well?"

She was silent for a few moments, which made me want to kill her all the more, but with out my sight, that'd be a bit difficult. But there wasn't anything that Grimmjow couldn't do. Right? I laughed at the thought internally before she replied: "He's dead…Ichigo killed him."

Authors' note:

This is my first Fanfiction! :D So, if it is good say so, if it is bad, say so! Help me to help you! Chapter one is up~!

Enjoy kiddies~

~Corie