Those eyes haunted him...those fucking eyes... The eyes of brown that he saw in his nightmares, condescending orbs of anger. What he wouldn't give to rip them out with his own claws, to see them vanish as he crushed them beneath his boot. That stupid human had hollow eyes...

His own bright blue eyes glared at the paper he was supposed to be reading for 'Lord' Aizen. He's been stuck on the same paragraph for five minutes. He didn't believe the plan would work, but Aizen thought it would, the moron. He hated Aizen... Almost as much as those damn eyes, but not quite as much...

A low growl escaped his throat as he glared at Aizen. "This shit is stupid. It'll never work and, why the hell does Gin have to dress as a nurse? Makes no damn sense." He stood knocking his chair over and glared at the man. "Actually fuck you, Aizen. You make US go out and fight while you sit here with those damn freaks. I lost all of my fraccion! What the hell did you lose?"

Teal orbs usually so emotionless stared in shock at the blue-headed man. "...!" The owner of those eyes mumbled, "Grimmjow, sit down. He's going to kill you." He pulled on the man's arm and sighed as it was yanked away.

Aizen calmly regarded his infuriated Arrancar. "Is that all? Anything else you want to add to that little temper tantrum, Grimmjow?" His eyes narrowed. "Tosen, get him out of my sight. To the dungeons, nothing to eat for three days and only water to drink."

Grimmjow stood and jerked his arm away. "Like hell I'm going down there. Later Aizen, I hope you get stabbed through your cold, dead heart." He turned his head, teeth bared. "And I'm taking the girl with me." He laughed defiantly as Tosen came toward him. "What are you going to do, blind boy?" He easily dodged a blow and sent Tosen flying with a well-timed kick.

Aizen hit him on the head, effectively knocking him out and smiled. "Tosen, take him to the dungeons." He glared at the unconscious man. "Same as earlier, no food only water."

Half an hour later, Grimmjow woke to someone sitting next to him. "...? Ulquiorra? What the hell are you doing here? You weren't thrown in surely." He sat up and gripped his head. "Fucking bastard."

"I thought you'd like my help in getting Orihime, and Szayel is willing to help." He nodded at the pink headed man. "I wish to help you get out as well. For years I've been trying to get away from this hell hole. I hate Aizen, ever since he got with Gin."

Szayel bounced over to stand next to Ulquiorra. "Hi Grimm! Good to see you. OH! We brought you a special person." He pulled a girl out. "See? Orihime."

The girl looked up at him bravely. "You're the one I healed that day. Your arm." She glanced at it. "He said that you'd take me back."

Grimmjow looked down at the girl and nodded. "Sure, whatever. Bust me out of this hellhole so I can get some rest." He had a headache from earlier and wanted to sleep.

So things were finally going well. Now he could destroy those eyes that haunted him everyday. This was a nice thought as he drifted into sleep after he had escaped. He was really to take out his wrath on a young teenager. Yes, he was ready to feel peaceful for the first time in two or so years.