Disclaimer: ….. if I owned bleach Ichigo would have turned evil.
If a vizard has an inner hollow, does an arrancar have an inner shinigami?
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Grimjow blinked. Almost immediately afterwards he snapped them shut against the bright light shining mercilessly into them.
Realizing vaguely that he was lying flat on his back, he quickly sat up with a groan and ventured another peak to his surroundings.
Enormous ancient trees greeted him, their boughs heavy with vines disappearing into the gloom above him. He sat in a solitary sunbeam in the midst of that strange jungle's clearing and groggily wondered what he was doing there.
Letting that thought drift away he contentedly streached in the warm light.
'This place isn't half bad,' he thought with a sigh , completely prepared to drift off into a nice catnap.
A dark movement intruded at the corner of his vision.
Grimjow lazily turned half closed eyes towards it ,and immediately felt his body constrict with fear.
The figure wasn't particularly menacing.
It wore cloths similar to his own ,save for the black inverted colors, and it even clutched a sheathed sword that looked sickeningly familiar to the espada too.
Really it wasn't the figure's outfit that scared him, he had seen it numerous times before on shinigami, it was the fact that looking into its face was like looking into a twisted mirror of himself.
For one the figure had dark hair, at first glance it might have looked black ,but somehow instinctively Grimjow knew it would shine blue in the proper light.
The figure glowered at him with blue eyes that matched his dark hair.
"Who are you," Grimjow called ,in a much weaker voice than he would have liked.
The figure let out a sarcastic laugh, one the espada knew all too well, and leaned nonchalantly against one of the vine covered trees.
"Is that how you talk to your partner, partner?"
Grimjow's hair bristled uneasily, every muscle tense , ready to fight or flee.
"Who are you and where am I?" he questioned again.
The figure laughed his cruel gaze never leaving the half masked face.
"We're in your mind. As for who I am, well…"
It trailed off and for the first time Grimjow noticed long chains held the figure securely in the shadows.
It noticed his gaze and held a manicled wrist aloft for all to see.
" Oh you've noticed!", it geered in a mock cheery voice," Don't worry that blasted device Aizen used to make you what you are makes sure I cannot try and over power you."
This sickly sweet declaration did little to calm the arrancar's nerves.
"Why am I here?"
The figure stepped forward straining against the chains towards the light where he sat.
It smirked. "I don't know, mabe you're about to die?"
Grimjow frowned confused ,then scoffed.
"Why would I be dying?"
Chains clinked.
"That boy defeated you."
The clearing grew warmer and the sun more blinding.
"He doesn't have the guts to kill me!"
The figure nodded, "Yes, but your so called allies do." Grimjow paled knowing he was right.
The figure continued," But don't worry, that woman wont let you die."
The misty steam grew thicker obscuring everything in a blanket of off-white.
Grimjow felt the clearing become farther away and the figure's voice grow faint.
In vain he struggled against the force pulling him to wakefulness.
"Who are you?" he called into the fog, before it swallowed him whole.
Chains clinked.
"I have no name."