He may not have been with the original three to go visit this 'Johto' land Aizen-sama had recently discovered, but he knew for a fact why he had gone, the evidence was nearly everywhere he looked nowadays. Around nearly every hallway, within almost every room, lurking inside almost every shadow of Las Noches- they all seemed to now harbor some odd looking little beast the Lord had decided to bring back. He avoided those little monsters - Pokémon, as Aizen-sama had called them - no matter what the circumstances. They were ugly, annoying, and sometimes bad-tempered, which left him seething with anger when he couldn't beat the shit out of one as if it were a living punching-bag.

"These little beasts are called Pocket Monsters, Pokémon for short, and are blessed little beings that when caught, become pets of sorts and can be used in battles," Aizen-sama had said the day he had returned, bestowing these little nuisances like gifts from above. "They're powers are strange, yet interesting, and after fighting often enough they have this innate ability to evolve, or change into a different, stronger form of their original body."

He'd spoken for a long time after that, informing the Espada on their abilities and other such things, but Grimmjow had tuned out the boring lecture and in the end hadn't any need to know anything about them anyway, he hadn't been given one to call his own. But, one thing he made sure to remember after picking out things here and there during that lengthy speech was do not do them harm.

"They are to be our companions, our guests of sorts. If I hear anyone has injured anyone one of them I would like to hear of it personally from that person," He had had enough of Aizen to risk kicking one of the annoying, ugly pieces of shit to death. There was no way in hell was he getting on that bastards bad side over some pathetic little pokemon.

In his pocket he clicked the button of one on those round little contraptions called a poke ball, feeling it minimize and grow with every twitch of the finger. Three people already adorned their partners openly, while others trained theirs in private. He had yet to go and 'capture' one to call his own, leaving the ball empty and space-consuming. He had no need anyway; they were irrelevant to his interests, what point was there to having something fight for you when you were trying to gain your own strength? It had been one week exactly, and already he'd seen the Espada working out their new weapons on each other instead of fighting it out themselves, fist-to-fist. It pissed him off, and it irked him even more when they turned down his offer for a brawl, which he rarely did in the first place, instead saying he should find himself some 'companion' to fight with and return with the offer when he did.

He entered the large, ominous meeting room to which he hadd been summoned, which was unusually dark compared to the rest of the brightly lit dome. Before him stood a lengthy white table with eleven encompassing chairs of unnecessary heights. They're ugly as hell, and the people sitting in them weren't really any better. At the end of the table, in the chair with the largest backside, sat Aizen. Behind him his loyal friends, or rather pawns, Gin and Tosen, but beside him was also someone, or something, rather, new. His Pokémon, or so-called partner, Mewtwo. It was said to be a telekinetic Pokémon, genetically created by man after finding remnants of the legendary Pokémon 'mew'. Apparently. The purple, semi-human-looking beast was staring into space, standing erect, its stance almost threatening.

Sitting down in his usual spot, he took in the newest editions to the room. Beside Nnoitora was some ugly looking bug, a cricket that had mutated to adapt the most deadly bit of a praying mantis, its pincers. Looking towards Gin, sitting elegantly beside him was a large sage-like silver fox sporting nine beautiful tails whose tips were sea-blue. Its head reached as high as Gins chest, the tips of the nine tails caressing his left shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye Grimmjow noticed perched at the top of Ulquiorra's chair was a black weasel looking creature, it's creepy, red eyes intent and focused. The fourth and final installment he took enough care to notice was that fat, snorting sloth clinging to Starrk's back. It was tan with dark brown spots and an ugly, scrunched up face not unlike a pigs. The creature looked as lazy as the man it took to be its master, still tiny in form. All of these creatures seemed to have an extreme likeness to their new owners in some form or other, and it was partly disturbing and partly,

"Disgusting," he muttered disapprovingly, glaring at the half-aware sloth staring in his direction. It sniffed, that little snout wiggling, then yawned widely and turned its head, falling into a deep sleep just as Starrk had done. Snorting, Grimmjow turned his attention to the table and waited impatiently for the meeting to begin. Yammy was the last to arrive, complaining about some 'Snorlax', whoever that was, was being a lazy grump and wouldn't leave his room. Aizen listened patiently, to Grimmjow's surprise, and after the overweight Arrancar had taken his seat he began.

"One week ago we were granted the opportunity to work with these bizarre, yet unique new beings from a newly discovered world here in Japan, a world where Shinigami and Hollow frankly don't exist. In their place are beasts of all shapes and sizes named Pokémon." He paused, glancing over to Mewtwo who stood proudly, unmoving and seemingly uncaring. "I have brought many home with me, to see how well things would work out. By far it seems to have worked well, but I'd like to see more of my children interacting with these beautiful creatures. So please, as of today, make an effort to befriend one of them, any one, and report to me. I would love it if each of you were able to form a stable, unique friendship with one of any of our new guests. It would be a shame and a wasted effort if you would not accept these gifts I have brought back to our home."

Again, Grimmjow had zoned as much as he could, he was tired of hearing about these damned alien monsters. It was as if they were some new trend, as if everyone had to have one. This once foreboding and ominous dome was turned into some High School community babbling and gossiping about their 'Tamagotchi' and how out of this world they were. It took another hour and some more inner complaints, but Aizen finally dismissed them, and he quickly shuffled out of the room, ready to kill something. He didn't want one, so why force him to? What point would there be? Why him, of all people, when it's not as if he needed it? He trudged towards his room, dismissing his fraccion as they too were engrossed in their new 'partners'. Il forte and that three tailed bull-thing, D-Roy and some ugly little slug that had caught fire, they were everywhere! If he sees one more today…